#im writing so many shigabaku things that I think im gonna have a compilation fic to put them all in

[shigaraxi]

The REAL reason Bakugou got kidnapped | 1030 wc | T

Note: I love nonsense. that's my own excuse

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S U C K A S S, blinks on the screen, taking up first place on the scoreboard.

Tomura blinks right back on it in utter bafflement. 

T o m u S, blinks beneath it, right in second place. 

The pizzeria continues to buzz with life even if Tomura’s head doesn’t as he continues to stare at the scoreboard, trying to understand how in the world his indisputable spot as first got knocked off. 

Huffing, he inserts a hundred yen coin and watches as the arcade game boots up. Taking the joystick in a careful three fingered hold, he speeds past the introductions and starts playing.

Whatever, he’ll just take back first place.

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Except he doesn’t. He’s a good two thousand points from first place still. He’s already out eight hundred yen. Tomura scowls at the Game Over title screen, watching it fade right back into the blinking top ten scoreboard. TomuS is no closer to SUCKASS than it was before. 

As badly as Tomura wants to disintegrate this thing right here right now such, he knows it’ll be the same as admitting defeat. He digs into his sweater pocket and pulls out his last coin, a five hundred yen, and rolls it in. 

The game boots up again.

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The closest Tomura gets is still not good enough to knock off the first place. The scoreboard is now just full of TomuS from ten to three. The game he just finished congratulates him on making second place, asking him to plug in his letters. 

Angrily, he plugs them in.

F U K U ^, blinks in second place when he leaves.

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From ten through one, SUCKASS reigns the scoreboard the next time Tomura returns to the pizzeria. It’s when he scrolls down, he sees the eleventh place is GITGUDv and his own indignation in twelfth.

If asked, the completionist in Tomura would say this was probably the greatest humiliation he had ever gotten. 

Tomura wants to grip the sides of the arcade game and watch in satisfaction as it would inevitably decay into an ash pile at his feet. Then with that ash pile, he would like to light it on fire. Then with that fire, he’d want to smother it, rise and repeat, until it was nothing but a black spot burnt on the tile floor. Then with that tile--

Instead, he takes a deep breath, like Kurogiri said he should do when he finds his temper running away from him. At his exhale, a plan behinds to form. 

Tomura grins. It reflects off the black glass of the arcade game, grinning back at him. 

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“You’re probably wondering why you’re here,” says one bat-shit crazy voice.

Katsuki glares as hard as he can and then harder.

Handsy doesn’t seem bothered. In fact, he looks ecstatic as he sweeps his arms wide, leaning back in his bar stool chair. If there wasn’t that gross looking hand over his face, Katsuki would bet the fucker was grinning like it was sunshine and rainbows. “We’re the League of Villains and,” he said, then leaned forward now, with one unclipped and dry nail pointing at him, “I have business with you. Dabi, untie him.”

“I ain’t getting anywhere near him. He’ll go apeshit.” 

Handsy sighs. “Twice, you do it.”

“A-okay!” “Fuck no.” 

Spandex approaches him anyways. As Katsuki gets untied, Handsy jumps to his feet and moves somewhere toward the back. Katsuki tries to keep his eyes on Spandex to make sure he doesn’t try anything funny and the rest of the League who look at him and to Handsy with mild curiosity. There’s a… rectangular shape, draped in a cloth, which Handsy stands in front of. Katsuki furrows his brows as Handsy grins beneath his hand and pulls the cloth. At that moment, the last of the bondage drops to the floor, freeing him.  

Except Katsuki doesn’t move.

Instead,

“What the fuck?”

Handsy pats the arcade game a couple times, mindfully, like it was some sort of impulsive mid-life crisis purchase. A very familiar name flashes on the top ten scoreboard.

Katsuki repeats, with feeling this time, “What the fuck.”

“Cool, right?” 

Katsuki is, for once, at a loss of words. No, actually, he had a lot of words like Were you dropped as a child? to You think that if I tilt over my head, you (the League) can kick my shit in and wake me up from this god awful nightmare?, and the ever classic I’ll kill you. None was said, of course, because his mouth is gapped and his brain just trying to process all the mental gymnastics happening here. 

Handsy boots up the game and motions him over to the player two spot. 

Katsuki.exe starts running. “Stop fucking with me!” 

Handsy tilts his head but motions again. “Hurry up, I want to take first place fair and square,” he said like everything coming out of his mouth wasn’t batshit insane.

Listen, Katsuki was ready for anything. He was ready to be held for ransom, ready to be tortured to snitch, ready to fight tooth and nail to escape, but he did not expect what--whatever this was!

He eyes the door to his back and then to the League who watches him carefully. His heart is still racing, he’s still trapped in a room with half a dozen cold blooded criminals. His chances of escape were slim to none. 

“Fine.”

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All-Might expected many things. 

Seeing young Bakugou jeering, pointing, and snickering at a dejected looking leader of the criminal organization known as the League of Villains was nowhere on that list. Especially not in front of an arcade game he recognizes from when he was a youngin himself.

What in the world…

Except no time to dwell on that because the League are on their feet as the other heroes rush in. Everything is going to chaos very quickly. 

“Detroit Smash!!”

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Somehow the arcade game survives. The top ten scoreboard blinks for a second before revealing the second pair top ten scoreboard. There are three columns: Player 1, Player 2, and the score.

SHIGA, blinks the top player 1.

BAKU, blinks the top player 2.

Then it blinks off, forever.