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He was sleeping, or well he was supposed to be sleeping. Not that Shinsou cared. Instead, he was hidden under the night sky with a book and a small cat light keeping him company. His legs brushed against the sides of the railing as he kicked his feet to and fro with ease. His forehead rested against a rail as he looked down at his lap where his book rested on top of a generic blanket that UA provided for those who were experiencing “financial problems”.
But it was then when he was ‘asleep’ that it all began. Someone, it was too dark to see who, nor did he actually care who it was, called up to him desperately. Naturally, he replied with the finger as he flipped to his next page. He did not need to be dragged into whatever stunt the wantabe was in on.
The person called up again but this time it was actually discernible. “Please dude! I got locked out and it’s fucking cold out here. I don’wanna freeze out here. Come on man!”
He stayed quiet as he continued to read but the whining did not stop. It got to the point that he couldn’t focus. Any minute someone was going to wake up and beat this idiot's ass if they didn’t shut the fuck up.
The hero-hopefuls would have the audacity to say that they would go down to help this loser with the kindness of their hearts. Shinsou knew better though, even as someone with the dream of being a hero. They would only do it to make the jackass shut up so they could go back to sleep. The same reason why he stood up, putting the book and blanket next to his cat light. Anyone without enough sleep gets pissy, maybe that is why Shinsou is such an asshole to others. Or maybe it is because he knows how people work, they all are just selfish with no care for others.
He walked through his room and to the door without putting on a shirt. If the jerk couldn’t handle him in just his boxers, he should have hollered at someone else to let him in. It isn’t like he was meeting anyone’s parents so the other could deal with his clothes. Or more of his lack of.
Without thought he moved silently down the stairs. It was easy with the fluffy neon socks that looked just as hideous as they were comfortable. Even as an asshole he knew how important sleep is. He wasn’t going to wake anyone up. He’d sure as hell be asleep that moment if it was that easy. Any time in a dreamland away from here is better than life itself. Unless the dream is just a memory, then it can go fuck itself.
He hurried to the door of the General Studies dorm just so he could go just back to the world of Mateo and Rufus. Though dark, it was more peaceful there than here. He unattached the lock, twisted the other lock, and turned the doorknob with a harsh breath only to be met with dark silence.
Taking a step out he looked at the area with disbelief. “You gotta be kidding me,” he breathed into the air as he glanced around. He shook his head with a scoff and turned around.
The deck creaked.
He paused and turned to glance over his shoulder when two hands raised from the dark and covered his eyes.
”/Sleep./”
He was already sleep deprived so who was he to ignore.
If someone was to ask Shinsou what the first words he thought when he woke up from his… impromptu nap, he would say /Holy fucking balls it’s cold/ . But since nobody asked, he just shivered and struggled to pull his arms in front of him. Of course, that doesn’t work, because why would it? No, instead his arms stay tightly fastened behind his back as he kneels in nothing but his black boxers, fuzzy wuzy socks, and his newly added decoration of rope, blindfold, and gag.
His restlessness catches the attention of his capture (captures?) attention real quick. He isn’t too shocked to receive a harsh blow to his ribs, but holy-fucking-shit does that hurt. He curls in on himself with a muffled groan. He bites down, harsh, on the plastic ball that was shoved in his fucking mouth. Drool wasn’t a real good look on him, but he wasn’t dressed his best for the assailant anyhow.
If someone put a gun to head (which they might) and asked him why he was here, the answer wouldn’t be a hard one. His villainous quirk. It was the same answer why he was bullied up until high school. The same answer for why his mother made him do unthinkable things at the young age of 4 to 7. The same reason he jumped from house to house in the foster care system every couple months. Hell, even if you looked at the root of the reason why his dear old dad killed himself if you did a little bit of digging.
Ever since they had that announcement in the auditorium about there being a traitor among the halls of UA only three days ago, he knew he was bound to be a prime suspect. Mix villain quirk with his flaming shit of a personality, who else were they going to suspect? Mr. Perfect Midoriya? Yeah right. He just expected to be brought to the police for questioning, maybe even kicked out of the school. Leave it to a hero school though for things to go this way, those little twerps probably think they are being heroic.
He overhears someone wake up, much more vile than him seeing as they are un-gaged. Cursing that would even make Shinsou feel a light blush come upon himself leaves one of the other suspected traitor’s lips. He cannot stop the scoff into the gag which results in more drool rolling down his cheeks and neck. They got Bakugou-fucking-Katsuki. Fucking hilarious. As if the self-absorbed asshole (takes one to know one) would be the traitor.
It takes some time for them to get the ass to shut up but by the time he is resolved to nothing more than heavy pants, the whole fucking gang is awake. If he was asked to guess (no one would ever ask him but indulge him if you will) there is about five total. Two assholes who think they are the heroes of the world and three other assholes (including himself of course) who found themselves playing the big bad wolf for them without having been able to look at their lines.
“H-Hey dude, it’s cold out here. Can you let us g..go and no harm done?” chattering-mc-chatter teeth asks as if it was that simple. “YAH! Dude! Ch-hill with the knife. I mean n..no harm!”
He hears the person, presumably holding the knife (Shinsou puts together with his fine Sherlock skills), scoff. So not one but two class 1A students are here with him. Hey, at least he is feeling a little more like a hero. Not that that matters to anyone.
He feels two hands grab his arms and can’t help the gasp that leaves his lips sounding more like a gurgle. He’s an ass at heart so even though it is no use he trashes back and forth while being dragged on his ass. The bastards even got him scratched up. Hell, they were going to pay for losing one of his socks on the way to wherever they were going.
He must have been wrong in his assessment of how many kidnappers there were because all three of them were dragged together to this new location. Damn, that means he is more Watson than Sherlock.
He is roughly shoved into place with his shoulders trusted into anothers (who is wearing a long sleeve shirt, lucky ass). He feels one of them tie him again, without removing the previously tied rope. Together he and one of the class 1A’s members become locked together. He remains tranquil as the other member is tied against his right. Shinsou listens as they finish up. They call out to each other while giggling loudly as they run away from the scene of the crime.
“Those fuckers,” Bakugou growls on his left.
He agrees.
“Kachan, d-do you think you can blow up this rope o..or something. I’m freezing m-my tit’s off,” the other asks from his right. Kaminari if he remembers correctly. The one with the weird lightning bolt hair, not that he can judge much.
“Why the fuck don’t you zap us out?!”
The other breathes out harshly. “Because I’ll zap you and our frien- oh. O-Oh shit.”
He can’t help the puff of air he blows from his nose in disappointment. Great.
“Yeah ‘oh,’” he growls. “And who the fuck are you?” he spits while shoving against his shoulder. He breathes in harshly at the reminder of the pain of his ribs. Instead of replying, since he can’t, he shoves him back, harsher.
Like expected Bakugou pushes back against him till a full-blown fight ensues with them pushing and shoving, getting their fair share of rope burns in the process. Shinsou seems to be the loser in both his inexperience and pain that is steadily growing from his ribcage. The bastards that brought him here probably bruised it. Something he was going to be paying for in the several days following.
“Ok- ok, OKAY! Stop it you two!” Kaminari shouts and they both relent, panting. “I’m t-tired, cold, and really pissed. I don’t n-need the two of you making that worse.”
Shinsou closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The other was right. He was tired, cold, pissed off, in pain, and wholly embarrassed. He shivers and tries to curl in on himself. It doesn’t work as he is in nothing but boxers and one (he / is / going to find the other again) sock. Doing so he bumps his thigh against Bakugou’s who is wearing full on pants thank you very much.
“Oi! Are you fucking naked?!”
“What!” Kaminari spits in shock. “N-No! Ima wearing a shirt and some basketball shorts, thank you very much!”
He spits a little around his gag as he laughs. Unable to answer verbally he purposely presses his leg up against Bakugou’s so he can feel the line where his boxer is on his thigh before pulling it away to curl in on himself again.
“No idiot- the quiet bastard. He’s only wearing fucking shorts or boxers or some shit,” Bakugou growls out.
He can feel Kaminari’s shock as he replies. “W-What? No way man. S..Shit. You’ll freeze in this weather.”
Maybe Kaminari is the Sherlock of the group if he keeps sprouting the /so/ incredibly useful information he does.
What he is not expecting, other than the whole being tied up in nothing but his underwear but not in the kinky way, is for the nicer of the two blondes to scoot towards him and say in a totally serious voice, “Hey dude, lets cuddle.”
More spittle leaves his mouth and drags down his chin as he mixes a laugh with disbelief. No way does he actually mean it but Shinsou, if nothing else, is the pusher of boundaries. So, he calmly lays his head down on the other’s shoulder and curls in slightly on the other. No shrinking about how he was just joking, or over dramatic gagging ensues so weirdly, Kaminari is honest in his offer. And hey, body heat is heat so he isn’t going to say no.
A teacher is the first to find them. Their blindfolds come down first followed by the way too tight gag on Shinsou. Recovery Girl is kind as he unties the rope around their arms till they are nothing more than three shivering boys in their night gear.
Bakugou stands easily but offers a hand down for Kaminari after a second of hesitation. Kaminari comes up with wobbly knees but in the end is able to stand with only a little help from the other blond. Shinsou, as humiliating as he finds it, has his first words after being gagged as one asking help. Bakugou quickly leans Kaminari on the healing hero before leaning down to pick up the purplette. For a second it seems as though he’ll stand but in the end his knees buckle. An arm sings under his legs and steadies him by his shoulders. Just this once he lets himself be carried towards the hospital wing.
“No wonder you were fuckin silent,” Bakugou mutters as they start their walk of shame to the nurse's office.
He leans further into him in hopes of warming himself as he shivers. “N-No shit Sh..herlock.”
“Hey,” Kaminari says with a lighthearted grin and a light punch to Bakugou’s shoulder. “Play nice you two.”
“O-Only if he d-does first,” he quips with a smirk.
Bakugou hoists him up a little further. “What he said.”