character: bakugou_katsuki
1boy, solo, muscular, bakugou_katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, gym outfit, black sleeveless shirt, black gym pants, white sneakers, hands taped behind back, arms taped, chest taped, thighs taped, knees taped, ankles taped together, tape gag, mouth covered with tape, sitting, on floor, concrete floor, legs stretched out, bound, arms behind back, from side, full body, abandoned building, industrial interior, concrete wall, dim light, gritted teeth behind tape, furrowed brow, glaring, looking to the side, tense muscles, veins on arms, sweat, dust, cool grey palette.
Full-body view from a low three-quarter side angle, camera just above the floor so the concrete planks ahead of him recede toward a far wall and his stretched legs point off to the left of frame. He sits flat on the bare concrete, hips square to the floor, torso leaning back a few degrees against nothing, shoulders pulled behind him by the tape so his chest pushes forward and the wide flare of his pectorals and the tight ridges of his abdomen stand out against the cloth of the black sleeveless gym shirt. Both arms are drawn back behind his back; from this angle only the upper arm and the straining deltoid show past his ribs, the forearms lost behind his torso, wrapped at the biceps and at the elbows in overlapping bands of dull silver-grey duct tape that crease and wrinkle where the muscle swells against them. A second set of tape bands crosses his chest diagonally over the shirt, flattening the fabric and faintly indenting the skin underneath, one band running from the left shoulder across the sternum to the right lower ribs, the shirt bunched into small folds between the strips.
His legs are stretched straight out in front of him, heels together, white sneakers scuffed and angled slightly outward. Bands of the same silver-grey tape ring his thighs twice above the knee, then ring both knees together in a broad flattened wrap, and finally bind both ankles as one, the tape pressing the two shoes' backs into contact, a small torn tab of tape lifting free at the outer edge of the ankle wrap and catching the light. The floor is bare, unpainted concrete, grey and mottled, with a fine dusting of grit and a hairline crack running past his right hip; a thin scuff line of pale dust shows where his heels have dragged a few centimetres.
A strip of wide silver-grey tape is pressed across his mouth, corner to corner, the ends tucked under his jaw; beneath it his jaw is clenched and the tape puckers over his lips, one corner of the strip slightly lifted. His red eyes are wide and hard, brows drawn down and together, staring off to the left of frame at the empty space in front of his feet rather than at the camera; a vein stands out at his temple and his throat is taut with a swallowed breath. Spikes of ash-blonde hair are sweat-damp and slightly flattened where they have pressed against the wall behind him.
The setting is the inside of an abandoned building: a bare concrete floor, a stained concrete wall behind him with a patch of exposed aggregate and the ghost of a removed fixture, a dark doorway or broken window opening at the far left, rubble and a scatter of broken plaster along the base of the wall. Daylight enters from that far left opening as the single light source, cool and grey, raking across his face from the left and throwing a long soft shadow of his legs to the right across the concrete; the wall behind him falls into a dimmer, cooler gloom, and the shadowed side of his torso loses most of its detail. Palette restricted to cold concrete grey, silver-grey tape, black gym cloth and the warm ash-blonde of his hair and the red of his eyes as the only saturated notes. Dust motes hang visible in the shaft of light. Claustrophobic, defiant.
Nov 8, 2026 4:57 AM
