“If we’re not back by Monday, they’ll send someone for us.”
Isolation Starters | Accepting
Bakugou grunted at the statement, red eyes darting around the area to try and find some type of exit.
He and the other had ended up being requested to work together on an investigation, heroes had been going missing left and right, no sign left behind where they’d last been seen to indicate where they could have been. The two ended up scouting an area where heroes were commonly last seen when a suspicious person had begun lurking around their area. When investigating it, a thick mist surrounded the two and while they’d try to clear it from around them, it’d been obvious they’d already inhaled too much, their movements slow. The last thing the blonde remember was a deep laugh and then darkness.
Now they were in a room, surrounded by white with no exit in sight.
Gauntleted hands slid across the walls, pausing for a moment before explosions burst forth from his palms, a frustrated yell leaving the blonde. The echoes of the explosions rang in his ears, slightly muffled due to years of abuse to his hearing due to his quirk. A growl ripped from his throat as the smoke cleared and revealed a still undamaged surface, his explosions not having done anything to the surface.
“ We haven’t update them since fucking Friday, Icy Hot, shouldn’t they try to look for us a little sooner than fucking Monday? ” His gaze snapped back to the wall, fingers twitch slightly from the ache of constant use of his quirk. His shoulders were hunched, the grenadiers weighing his arms down as he glared at the white wall, smoke rising from his gloves.
“ This is fucking ridiculous, why the hell are they keeping us in this damn…thing?! ” He didn’t want to call it a room, rooms had doors that could be accessed, but all he saw was white walls at all sides.
Back slamming into the wall, Bakugou slid down it into a sitting position, raising his hands to massage his palm with his thumbs. He couldn’t keep being doing this, he knew he was going to end up making injuring himself, but being captured didn’t sit right with him. It brought back memories, ones he prefered not thinking of, and frustration bubbled up, the need to escape growing stronger and stronger every passing second.
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