Imagine yourself in Bakugo's position right now—completely powerless, your body utterly moulded and reshaped under Nejire's warm, sweaty soles. Every breath you take is filled with the overwhelming scent of her feet, and you can feel every inch of your form bending to her will. You thought you were strong, but now you're nothing more than a pliable object beneath her filthy feet. And deep down, isn’t there a part of you that feels fortunate to be so intimately dominated by her? How does it feel to be completely at her mercy?