He won’t rest until Kendo Rappa is hanging for his crimes. No smaller punishment would be enough.

Bakugo hopes it’s slow, and that the leader of this fucking place struggles for minutes before the oxygen is saped from him completely.

“Get out of here. Rough up your dress too,” he grumbles, and Deku only minds him with a sharp, tired look, but does it anyways.

When he leaves, he will do so with a limp, and tears down his cheeks after a couple hard pats to the side of his face.

Just another fucking day in paradise.

Just a couple days until the sting. He’s gonna make sure he personally drags the leader down. Maybe he will add a kick or two- he will have to see what he has time for.

With a heavy breath, he fixes his own face, checks his pockets, and steps out adjusting himself.

Deku is already gone, but there is a couple omegas milling around. Some glance at him, and he gives them a face that turn their eyes from his chest, back to the ground.

He hates playing this goddamned part.

While he never was a huge fan of the beach, he has been thinking a lot recently about buying a house somewhere on a private one when this shit is over.

No one else around.

Just him and the water, and gross fucking sand.

Really, a cabin in the woods would also be fine but after staying in this place for so long, he never wants to see a cabin ever again.