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Puppy Love

Chapter 2

By: fairystar111

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Summary:

Quirk: {Puppy love}: The user emits a pink ray from his hands. Once a target is hit they become the type of dog most suited to them. The quirk can only be undone by true love's kiss ie. platonic, friendship, or romantic. If the target manages to get a kiss from someone who truly loves them then they will transform back to human form. [Warning!]: If the quirk is not undone within a month, permanent canine characteristics will begin to accumulate on the target’s real body. If the quirk is not reversed within three months the target will lose their humanity, permanently becoming a dog.Or Shigaraki brings home a new pet

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Tags: Animal Transformation, Dog Midoriya Izuku, Fluff and Angst, Kidnapping, Unintentional Kidnapping, Yandere, Yandere Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Platonic Yandere, Platonic Kissing, Fluff, Body Horror, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Possessive Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dehumanization, Non-consensual Pet Play, Platonic Master/Pet Relationship, Forced Pet Play.

Izuku awoke, strapped and gagged on a cold metal table inside a sterile lab-like room. He looked down and sighed in relief seeing his human body but froze when he remembered Shigaraki had seen him transform. He knew it was him the whole time.

He needs to get out of here. Now!

The boy tried to push as hard as he could against the leather straps holding him down, but they were simply too strong. He began to panic but stopped himself when he remembered he’s human again. 

He can use his quirk now. 

He called on One for All.

Nothing.

His core felt empty.

That's weird. Why does he feel quirkless again?

No—it must be a quirk suppressor. One for all can’t be taken unwillingly. There's no way he's actually quirkless.

The door opens, and Tomura Shigaraki saunters in, casually taking a seat at his bedside like nothing has happened.

He tries to ask what he did to his quirk, but his shouts were muffled by the gag. The man says nothing, only reaching out a hand towards his face. Izuku does his best to dodge the deadly hand, but the tight straps make it almost impossible to move. He whimpers as the strap holding down his chest slips downward, digging into his stomach and sending a sharp pain shooting through him.

A hand gently but firmly pushes him back down and adjusts the bindings. “Careful Sprout, you’ll tear your stitches if you keep squirming.”

Umm…what?

Why is he not dead right now, and why is he still calling him his pet name?

Tomura chuckled as the boy tilted his head in the same confused manner he did as a puppy. 

“You must be confused. It's okay; I was too, at first. I thought this had all been an elaborate infiltration mission and you were a spy. I was so angry that you tricked me into loving you. I thought you had done it on purpose as a ploy to get information for the heroes. But even so, I couldn’t find it in myself to let you die. I brought you to the doctor and had him heal you and give you an examination. Then I did some digging and found out the truth. This had all been an accident. A split chance. A random series of events that led us to each other that night.” He smiled fondly down at the boy, though a glint of obsession lingered in his eyes.

“It was no wonder you were so oddly terrified of my hands when I first found you. You knew exactly what I could do, but even as a pup, you tried your best to help me. You didn’t care who I was or what I’d done; you still did your best to make me happy, but you knew your time was running out, so you had to leave. If you hadn’t escaped and made me realize how much I loved you, I would have lost you. Sprout is not Sprout without Izuku Midoriya.”

“When I saw you transform, I realized that it doesn’t matter. I don't care who you used to be. I don’t care if you don’t look like a normal dog anymore. You're still my pet. You're still Sprout. The same Sprout you’ve been all this time. I love you, and I’m not ever going to stop loving you. You're going to stay here with me and be by my side as any loyal pet should.” 

Oh.

Oh fuck.

How is this his life? So instead of an angry, deadly villain, he has to deal with an obsessive, crazy one. I mean, at least he's not dead, silver linings and all that. But an obsessive love like the one the man is displaying can turn dangerous very quickly. 

He needs to get out.

Maybe he can use this to help him escape. He already did it once; he can do it again. He has his body back after all; it should be way easier, especially with his…quirk. Wait—where is his quirk?

He tries to ask the man through the gag, but Tomura only smiles down at him and pets his hair, ignoring his attempt to speak. So he does the next best thing. He starts to bite down on the leather strap. Only something in his mouth feels strange; some of his teeth feel sharper and longer than before and are easily sinking into the leather. He moves his jaw up and down, shaking his head, tearing through the gag little by little.

Izuku only stops when Tomura baps him on the nose. “Bad dog. You know not to chew on things that aren't yours.” He says, decaying the rest of the torn gag to dust.

“Stop calling me that! My name is Izuku!” The boy shouted, speaking for the first time in months. 

“We’ve been over this, pup. What you were before doesn’t matter anymore, only what you've become.” The condescension dripping from his voice only infuriates the boy further. 

“I’m not a pet, and you can’t keep me here! I don’t care how long it takes; I'll escape again, and then I’ll take you down!” His voice strained from underuse, but he didn’t care, only screaming louder in rage.

Shigaraki raises a brow, a mocking smile on his face, “Oh yeah? And how exactly are you going to do that?” 

“I’ll bring the heroes here, and I’ll fight you!” Obviously, what kind of question even is that?

“With what power?” 

“...What?” Izuku whispered, feeling like all the air had been punched out of him.

“Well, I'm assuming you would want to fight with your quirk, wouldn't you? All the battles you’ve won, you relied heavily upon it. I don’t know how you expect to win a fight against me without it.” He said it with such a finality, Izuku knew he was being dead serious.

“What did you do! Where is it! Where’s my quirk!” The boy yelled in desperation, once again beginning to struggle against the bindings. He knew the moment he'd woken up. The feeling of quirklessness is unforgettable, but he didn’t want to believe it. He thought One for All couldn’t be taken by force, so how?

“I will explain, but only if you behave. Now stop squirming and be quiet for me, puppy.” Shigaraki smirked, finding the boy’s anger amusing. He continued on once the boy stopped his feeble escape attempts.

“It just so happens that the day I found you, I was in a meeting to discuss a nest of rats sullying my territory. These rats were quite scientifically inclined and created a quirk-erasing serum. So we destroyed them and stole their formula, of course. But don’t worry, Sprout, we've tested the serum on hundreds of people before I even considered giving it to you. It’s safe; it only destroys the quirk once injected, nothing else.” The pup doesn’t need to know the chaos going on outside his peaceful little bubble nor the amount of heroes who have fallen in the past month alone. He doesn’t need to know how close they are to destroying the heroes; all he needs to focus on is being a good boy from now on. 

“Nothing else… Nothing else?! You’ve destroyed my entire life! Do you even know what it's like to be quirkless! Do you know how many people you've condemned to death! How many people will take their lives because of you?!” 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. They’ll be fine the same way you’ll be fine.” He doesn’t need to know what really happened to those heroes. 

“You don’t unders-” 

“Shh, shh, calm down. It's okay; everything is okay. You don't need a quirk to be my good boy.”

“I don’t want-” He’s abruptly kissed on the forehead and feels himself beginning to pass out. He hears Shigaraki saying. “You should get some rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

The last thing he remembers is thinking whatever Tomura did to make him sleepy felt so familiar… almost too familiar, kind of like Recovery Girl’s quirk.

===

Izuku woke up somewhere he’d never seen before. He’s in a dimly lit basement? He can’t really tell; the only thing lighting the room was a single lightbulb hanging from a cord on the ceiling. He’s inside a massive chain-link cube and was lying on a flat, oversized dog bed. There were puppy pads lining one corner of the cage and a small dish with water near the bed. 

He was freezing, in nothing but a nude pair of underwear. The concrete was cold beneath his bare feet as he moved forward to inspect the walls of his prison. The only opening was a metal door with an intricate looking lock on it. He reached out to touch it and gasped as an electrical shock surged through him as his fingers made contact with the metal, an involuntary yelp leaving his lips. He fell to the floor, panting hard as he waited for his muscle to stop contracting.

If he can't touch the metal at all. Maybe a well-timed smash would be better. He could wait until someone opens the door then-

Oh.

Right. 

He’s quirkless now. His body is weak once again, and this time there's nothing he can do to change that. 

Poor All Might, his legacy ended because he entrusted his power to someone so pathetic. What would he think of his ‘successor’ if he could see him now? Strewn across the floor, crying pitifully inside a dog cage. He’d be disgusted to see how far he has fallen from the promising young hero Izuku promised he’d be.

He snaps out of his stupor when he hears footsteps approaching. The hair on the back of his neck rising as he dashed down onto all fours, a snarl on his face, and a growl building in his throat.

Wait—what?

He pushed himself to stand, looking down at himself bewildered. What was that? Why had he done that?

Oh god. Was this why the man told him to be out of that form within a month? Was this the consequence for not listening? Was it permanent?

A canine whimper escaped him, making him panic even more. Shit, he even sounded like a dog!

He startled out of his rising panic as he felt something move between his legs. He looked down and was shocked to see a green fluffy tail. 

Shigaraki stared at him through the fenced door. “Finally noticed, did you?” 

“What did you do to me!” Izuku's hand reached behind him, and yup, that tail was definitely attached to him. He reached up to feel his head, and there was a set of dog ears sitting atop his head. 

“Oh, I didn’t do anything. You did this to yourself. Staying in that form so long has permanent consequences, you know? The doctor found at least eight physical changes to your body, and he suspected there were more instinctual changes inside you as well. Judging from what I just saw, he was right.”

“I–” The boy took a deep breath, calming himself before asking, “What is wrong with me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say there's anything wrong with you, just some differences. You’ve already noticed the tail and ears, but your mouth has also changed. Your teeth and tongue have changed to that of a dog, as well as your stomach. You won’t be able to eat any foods toxic to canines and will find yourself liking things you would have found disgusting before.

Your nose has changed as well, though not physically; you have a heightened sense of smell of a dog. You also gained a second set of vocal cords in your throat and short claws on both your hands and feet that we’ll need to start filing.” 

Izuku’s stomach curdled; so many changes were made to his body against his will. Was he even himself anymore? How much of him is even still left inside? These changes were hardly anything he could use to protect himself; with One for All gone, he was reduced to a useless, pitiful Deku once more.

Shigaraki interrupted his mumbling, his raspy voice cooing, “Don’t say that. You’re honestly much cuter this way. It makes you much more tolerable than before, though I still would have loved you plain.” 

“What even is your plan? What do you gain from keeping me here! You destroyed One for All already; what more do you want?!” Did he want a way to get back at All Might? Or gather information from him? Maybe even use him as a hostage. 

Shigaraki sighed in annoyance, “This is the problem with you hero types. You all have such self-inflated egos. Each one of you believes you are the pinnacle of justice, and it is your destiny to save the world from evil. But guess what? There is no righteous mission or torture planned for you. You're not special. You're not important. And you're definitely not the savior of humanity. You're just my pet, that's it.”

The words gutted him. Shigaraki was right; without his quirk, he was nothing. He can’t save anyone, but even so, he will never give up. He is a hero, quirked or not. If he can’t beat villains with his fists, he’ll do it with his mind. His close proximity to the League already gives him a leg up in that area.  He'll just have to wait for the right moment.

“Now let's start your training!”

===

The so-called training was mortifying. Having his human mind back just made everything feel so much worse. Shigaraki's disdain for his refusal to behave became very apparent on the first day of training. His soft act crumbled, and he began to act cruel, his frustration peaking each time Izuku refused to do as he asked. 

“If you don't want to comply, I can always go out and pick up one of your friends for encouragement. Uravity has made quite the splash with her recent debut. I wonder how she would react seeing you now.”

Izuku’s rebellion faded into nothing the second innocent people were threatened. If Tomura truly wanted to, he could go out and do it, and Izuku would be powerless to stop it. He didn't have his quirk anymore; there was nothing he could physically do to stop Shigaraki. Now all he can hope is he can use the endearment he has for ‘Sprout’ and use it to change his mind. So with that in mind, he resigned himself to learning the life of a human pet.

Rule Number One: Puppies aren’t allowed to walk on two feet. They crawl on the floor unless told otherwise. Pups who refuse to obey will lose their ability to move on their own and will be carried instead.

“Dogs don’t walk like that; get down on all fours.”

“But I–” 

“I’m not asking Sprout. Get down before I make you.”

Izuku’s face burned as he lowered himself onto the ground. He had to remind himself of all the people he was inadvertently saving by distracting the man to keep himself from acting out.

“Good boy.”

Rule Number Two: Puppies aren't allowed to speak. Pups who can’t keep their mouths shut will lose their human vocal cords.

“If you want to communicate, you are only allowed to use your canine vocal cords unless specified otherwise by me. You can bark, whine, and growl to your heart's content, but if you are not referred to by Izuku, then you are not allowed to speak. Got it, Sprout?”

A loud growl of frustration came from the boy. He took that as a yes.

Rule Number Three: Puppies are not allowed to stray from their owners. They are to always stay near their owners unless left in their kennel or with a temporary guardian. Pups who cannot follow their owner will be leashed.

“Sprout, come!” The villain patted his thigh twice, a signal the pup had been trained for recall.

Izuku reluctantly crawled out of the corner he had been sulking in, not wanting to spend the day being tugged around on a leash. He just hopes he doesn’t want to take him to another meeting. He can’t stand the stares of the smug villains looking down on him in Tomura’s lap like he's nothing more than a dumb pet.

It was honestly insulting he was even allowed in those meetings. It felt like they were spitting in his face, inadvertently telling him, “You're too weak to ever be a threat to our plans. So why bother hiding them?” 

Maybe it was true…

Rule Number Four: Puppies are never to take off their collars. They are there to keep them safe. Pups who refuse their collars will be microchipped.

“Just know that you made me do this, Izuku.”

“No, please! I’m sorry I’ll wear the collar! I promise! AH!–” He screamed as a thick needle pierced the scruff of his neck. He felt a small oval bead slip beneath his skin as the needle was pulled out. He sobbed as his neck was wrapped in bandages, thinking of the implications a tracking chip would mean for his future escapes.

“Look at what happens when you fail to obey, Sprout. Now you know, nothing good will ever come from your pointless rebellion.” Shigaraki tutted as he buckled the collar right back over the bandages. 

Rule Number Five: Puppies are meant to be loved and cherished. They do not run away from physical affection. Pups who shy away are put into isolation.

“Come on, Sprout, let's take a nap.” Shigaraki cooed from atop the bed, patting the spot next to him expectantly. 

Izuku stared hesitantly at the bed. It was much easier to ignore the weirdness when he was in the body of a real puppy, but ever since he’s transformed, a deep embarrassment always lingers in his mind whenever the man is affectionate. There were still some instincts and feelings left behind in his mind from his time as a dog but not enough to stop the shame that burned his cheeks each time he was asked to do something cute. It didn’t help that his body was so much bigger now; everything felt so awkward and humiliating compared to before.

Shigaraki impatiently growled, “Do you want to go back to the white room, Izuku?” 

The boy hung his head, ears flopping down sadly, and whispered, “No.” 

“Then come here!”

“Yes, sir.” He crawled into bed, curling up and laying his head on the other man's chest. 

“Good boy.” A kiss is pressed to the crown of his head before the man lays his chin atop his head, an arm wrapping around him to close the gap between them. Soon the man's breathing evened out, and snores sounded through the room. Izuku lay awake wondering what his life had come to. 

Rule Number Six: No biting, hitting, or fighting of any kind. Pups who bite get put in a muzzle.

“No biting, Sprout! I know you're teething and your new teeth hurt, but you're not allowed to chew on me.”

Izuku huffed, begrudgingly pulling away from the arm he was experimenting on. He wanted to see the strength of his new bite force, but Shigaraki kept regenerating too quickly for him to see the damage he was causing. Also, his teeth itched, and the biting helped.

“Here, puppy, gnaw on this.” Tomura gently pushed a bone-shaped rubber toy into his mouth. He bit down and noticed it was filled with a blue cooling gel inside. No matter how hard he bit, it would not pop, and it only got colder the more force was applied to it. He begrudgingly admitted in his head that it felt good turning his face away from the man so he couldn’t see his satisfaction, but unfortunately his wagging tail gave him away, and Shigaraki’s chuckles trickled into his ears.

Rule Number Seven: Only well behaved puppies are spoiled. Pups who fail to obey are stripped of their privileges.

“Bad dogs don’t get to wear warm clothes or sleep in soft beds; only good dogs do that. And you haven’t been a very good boy, have you, Sprout?

Izuku whined in fear as he was pulled off his feet and carried off to the kennel room. It was so cold in there with no bed, clothes, or blankets to use. He was only ever left there when he misbehaved like he did today. 

He hadn’t meant to do it. 

Shigaraki had taken him on a walk outside the mansion. He was actually allowed to walk properly this time since the man had just given him a bath the night before and didn’t want him getting dirty; unfortunately, he still had to wear his leash. They ran into another villain who bowed to Tomura before turning to Izuku and saying, “Well, don't you make a cute pet, Hero,” and trying to pet him. The vicious anger that had been welling up in him all this time came out, and without thinking, he bit down. Hard. His new teeth sinking deep into the hand. The villain screamed, his other arm lashing out to hit him, but he was stopped by a four-fingered grip. Tomura briefly apologized for his behavior before dragging him back into the building.

He was lectured about his disgraceful behavior and how badly it reflected on the villain to have such a misbehaving pet. All while a muzzle was strapped onto his face. He was placed inside the metal cage and left alone to “think about his actions.” 

Rule Number Eight: Puppies don't use their hands to eat. They either use their mouths or are hand-fed by their owners. Pups who disobey are not allowed to eat any food.

“Here you go, baby, eat up.” The man placed a bowl of lukewarm rice, chicken, and chopped vegetables onto the floor by his water bowl, signaling him with his hand to go. Shigaraki then went to sit on the couch and booted up one of his video games.

After a couple of minutes of button clicking and mumbled cursing, Izuku hesitantly crawled towards the bowl. He looked back to make sure Tomura was still focused on his game before reaching out a hand to the food. 

“Ah, ah, ah, you know you’re not allowed to do that.” 

He freezes in his tracks. Shigaraki was staring at him now, a single eyebrow raised. As if he were daring him to disobey. 

Izuku puts his arm down and leans down to begin to eat. It was a messy process; sticky grains of rice stuck to his burning face along with little pieces of carrot and potato. It's embarrassing but not as embarrassing as being spoon-fed like a baby by the villain. When he’s finished, he crawls back to Tomura, who already has a wet rag in hand to wipe off his face. He allows it, not even trying to bite; his dignity wasn’t worth the risk of innocent lives.

He feels a part of him break as he’s praised for being such a “good boy,” and his tail, the treacherous thing, begins to wag.

Rule Number Nine: Puppies address their owners with utmost respect. They know their place and refer to their owners as either Master or Sir if allowed to speak. Pups who fail to comply do get to voice their thoughts.

“I love you deeply, puppy, but you are not my brother, nor my son, a friend, ally, lover, or even an equal. You are a pet. That is all. I own you, and you will address me as such. Do you understand, Izuku?”

A shiver racked his body as intense red eyes stared right through him and put him in deep unease. He wouldn't dare disobey.

“Yes, sir.” 

Rule Number Ten: Puppies must never leave their home unattended. Pups who try to escape will face severe punishment.

“If you ever dare try to escape again. I will level entire cities in your name and let the whole world know you are the reason for those tragedies. Do you understand, Izuku?”

“Y-yes, sir.” 

A part of his soul died that day. 

He knew in his heart he would never be able to escape this place. Not even in death. He’d just be turned into a Nomu and still be forced to live out the man's fantasy.

There was no escape.

"𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕"

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Chain the Past

by: fairystar111

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Summary:

Some people will do anything for the ones they love Throw away their morals just for the chance to see them again Others don't get that choice and are taken anyways

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mezou Shouji, Eijirou Kirishima, Iida Tenya, Shinso Hitoshi, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Hawks | Keigo Takami, Spinner | Suuichi Iguchi, Kurogiri, Magne | Kenji Hikiishi, Mr.Compress | Sako Atsuhiro, Himiko Toga, Twice | Jin Bubaigawara.

CW/Tags: Kidnapping, Emotional Manipulation, Phycological Abuse, Possessive Behavior, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Torture, Prison, Rehabilitation, Non-Sexual Grooming.

Start/Previous/Next

After their capture on Mount Yama the rest of class 1-A were rounded up and brought to a large prison-like facility. To their surprise they were clothed, fed and each given places to sleep and times where they were allowed out of their rooms to see each other. Their living conditions were nowhere near as bad as they thought they would be, except for the heavy quirk suppressors around their ankles. Once a day they were all gathered in the common area and an instructor would come in to teach them classes on how they are going to reintegrate into society once released. They were taught about their new government they would be under once they were released and other careers available to them now that being heroes was off the table. They were told since they are children they are given more chances for rehabilitation than adults would have. But that doesn’t mean when they get out of here they can keep on rebelling forever. There have already been cases of former hero students being executed for continuous misbehavior. For example a couple months ago three former hero students from Shiketsue were executed despite being children because they kept trying to start mass rebellions and would not give up no matter how many times they were caught and brought in for reeducation. The class was told to think long and hard about their choices once their year of rehabilitation is over because their new government is not as soft as their old one. 

The remaining fifteen students were gathered in a circle on a large rug in the center of the common room listening intently to their instructor. In one month their reeducation will be over and they will need to decide what they will want to be doing going forward in life. They will all be enrolled in a public high school overseen by the government and will have to pick a new career their education will be tailored to. Since they were previously heroes their education will be closely monitored to make sure they stay on the right path. Which might sound overbearing but it's really a good thing apparently they will have much more opportunities to succeed in their chosen field than normal students since their government wants to deter any remaining heroes from rebelling any further.

“I want you to think about this clearly, you only have one more month left to decide your futures. I want to see you all succeed and grow past this part of your lives. I don’t want to see any of you killed for rebelling against the government. Now feel free to use the rest of your free time to discuss your chosen careers with each other. Those of you who are still not sure can always come and ask me for help.” Said their instructor, a kind older woman who treated them well despite their past status as criminals. They didn’t notice her sending a message out on her device as she walked out of the room. 

“So… what are we going to do?” Sero asked, breaking the silence their instructor had left behind.

“It’s not like there's much we can do, our only options are conform or die.” Jirou muttered bitterly. It’s not fair that they trained so hard to get into UA only for it all to be ripped away after a couple of months.

“Well I am not going to die like those Shiketsu students. Sorry guys but if the options are to live a normal life or die a hero then I'm out. I don’t know what I'm going to do but I don’t want to die.” Kaminari replied shamelessly. Even if his classmates want to go on to fight after their time is up he won't be joining them.

“You're giving up just like that?” Shinso asked, frustration bleeding into his voice. The rest of these damn kids didn't even have to try to get into the hero course and they're just quitting like it didn't even matter. While he actually had to fight for his rightful spot among them only for a war to break out a month later outlawing heroes. It's not fair.

“I mean yeah there's no more heroes left in the country to fight, all of them either died or fled during the war. What are we even supposed to do? We're just a bunch of first years who had a couple of months of hero training. We’d be killed instantly if we tried to fight against Shigaraki’s army.” Kaminari said, arms raised defensively. Don't get him wrong he would love to be a hero if he could but that's just not an option anymore.

“It's true. The fight is over. We lost. Get over it. We're just going to have to get used to this shit; this is the new normal there's no going back.” Bakugo barked. While it sucks that he’ll never get to be the number one hero, Katsuki prides himself on his adaptability. He’ll pick a new profession and be number one at that instead. Maybe he’ll go into the police force or be a chef who knows but whatever it is he'll kickass and be the number one in whatever field he puts his mind into.

“I know it's just… being a hero has always been my dream and I had worked so hard in the sports festival to be recognized by Aizawa only for it all to be ripped away as soon as I started my training. I just don't know what to do anymore.” Shinso snapped eyes teary and voice sounding choked up. Being a hero was his future, he doesn't have any family to go back to like most of these kids. He doesn’t want to start over and find a new dream because of this dream he found Aizawa and got to trained under him. The man even agreed to be his permanent foster placement for the rest of his time at UA when he found out his foster family was going to move him three hours away. He had come to look up to the man as a father figure but now that they can’t be heroes he doubts his mentor will want anything to do with him. He doesn’t even know where he is right now or what his new future will hold. 

“It’ll be alright Shinso. We’ll find new dreams to pursue together! I want to be a dancer or maybe an idol! I'm not sure yet but we'll figure it out together!” Mina said with a smile on her face, clasping a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder trying to lift the room's sullen mood.

“Yeah! If I can't be a hero I want to be a professional baker and open my own bakery.” Satou said confident in his choice. He loved baking just as much as being a hero and had planned to do it as a side gig anyway.

“I was torn between being a hero and a musician back in middle school. I guess the choice is clear now.” Jirou voiced her opinion, still bitter at the lack of choice they were being given.

“I wouldn’t mind being a veterinarian or being a wildlife rehabilitator.” Koda whispered. Even if he can't be a hero he’d still like to use his quirk to help as many animals as he can.

“I’d like to continue training in martial arts so maybe running my own dojo can be the career for me.” Ojiro added. 

“Guys it's great that you are all optimistic about your futures but are we really just going to move on and forget our friends who were taken and are being held captive by the League of Villains?! That is so not manly.” Kirishima interrupted, outraged that they could leave their friends on their own when they needed their help most.

“It's not like we want to forget about them shitty hair but we don’t exactly have the manpower to break them out or the authority to even visit them. Those fuckers are being kept under lock and key by the league. We’ll probably never see them again.” Bakugo growled. Of course shitty Deku had to get himself kidnapped by the most powerful man in the world after Katsuki had promised All Might he would look out for him. Now how's he supposed to keep his promise when he can’t find the fucker?

“I too wish to see my dear friends but there is simply no way for us to have access to them.” Tenya said solemnly, his entire friend group had been taken, not a single member left behind except for him.

“Now I wouldn't say that. ” the raspy voice of Shigaraki Tomura  interrupted their conversation, as the man himself walked through the doorway with the rest of his band of misfits. A thick blanket of silence poured over the room as they were subjected to the scrutinizing stares of their jailors. The villains had clearly been eavesdropping on their conversation.

“What cat got your tongue? You were all so lively just a second ago. Where are the brave little tots I remember seeing fighting on the battlefield?” Compress purred, teasing smile widening when he saw the kiddies begin to tremble and move closer to each other.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugo demanded the only one of his classmates brave enough to speak.

“What can’t an evil overlord visit his prisoners. You all shouldnt be so frightened unless you were planning on doing something naughty. You wouldn't be trying to invoke my wrath would you? I’m sure you heard all about the Shiketsu bra-AK! Hey what was that for?!” Shigaraki whined when Dabi kicked him in the shins. Okay maybe he was getting a little carried away. But it was just so fun to see former heroes turn into trembling little pups at his feet.

“Tomura, stop scaring the brats, we don't need them wetting themselves before we tell them our offer.” Dabi groaned, snorting at the pout Tomura sent his way.

“Dabi, don't kick your brother. Tomura, stop glaring at him, he does have a point.” Kurogiri scolded his boys. No matter how old they get, his brats still bicker like children.

“Fine you heard him brats, we have a proposition for you to consider since you're going to be finishing your program soon.” Tomura said with a serious face no sign of the pout he had on earlier. 

“What kind of proposition?” Bakugo asked with a sneer.

“Well there is a third option besides living a ‘normal life or dying a hero’ you could become our guards. As a guard the most important job you will have will be watching over our children. We're delegating this task to you lot because you are already trusted and liked by the children in our care and are young enough to be raised and molded into ruthless loyal guard dogs ready to serve in protecting our brats. You’ll also have other tasks but those are dependent on your master so they vary from person to person since each one of us will be personally training you one on one. Any volunteers? We prefer you to come willingly but if not we've already set our eyes on a few of you.” Tomura explained, eyes lazily gliding up and down Bakugo’s form.

“Question: if we accept your proposition, will we still be able to roam freely in the outside world to visit our families and such?” Iida asked, considering the proposition but not willing to abandon his family.

“You're not going to slaves brats, you're going to complete your schooling and training with us in dorms at our manor but you will still have free time and days off when you are not needed. Then eventually when you are old enough you will be paid a salary and have a set schedule. Any more questions?” Dabi replied.

“Will we still be able to be regular friends with them?” Kirishima questioned.

“To a certain extent you will be, it'll be good for them to be around more people their age. The whole reason you are being picked at all is because you have had a previous friendship with our kids. But you won’t just be hanging out with them, you will be working so you’ll have to be on guard and ready to attack and protect. You can’t do that if you are fooling around. This is a job, you are now their subordinate, things will be different. You also can not under any circumstances interfere with their training. When you are guarding them you are not allowed to speak about or react to any of the changes you see. There will be serious consequences if any of you cause any regression to the training they already received.” Tomura answered harshly. Izuku is already hard enough to deal with as is, he doesn't need these brats ruining his progress.

“Now which of you would like to serve in protecting our children?” Kurogiri asked. The mist man had no interest in guards for himself; he's just here to keep his kids in check and pick up a surprise for a friend. 

Silence washed over the room fifteen sets of eyes warily watching each other, silently wondering who would be stupid enough to volunteer for something like that? The league basically just want attack animals. Why can't they just use noumus instead? Why do they have to be the ones to do it?

“I'll do it,” Katsuki barked. He was only doing this to fulfill All Might's dying wish. It’s like he actually cares about the nerd or anything…

“And which one of us would you like to be your master?” Compress asked. 

“Tch as if I'd have a master… I'll take the hands bastard since he's the one keeping Dek- Izuku.” Katsuki muttered not liking that he has to bow down to shitty villains just to keep his promise to All Might.

“Hmm, are you sure you can handle me? If you're going to be guarding my little brother you're going to be put through the most intense and brutal training of your life until I decide you're ready to serve. You better think twice before agreeing because I'll drag you through the depths of hell and just when you think it can't get any worse you'll be pushed even farther.” Shigaraki said with a cruel smile on his face. Once he's through with that ill mannered pup he'll be the picture of obedience. 

“Tch everything I do is A+, I can take anything you throw at me and come out on top. You want a guard, I'll be his undefeatable champion. I’ll kill anyone or anything standing in his way and I'll do it without breaking a sweat.” The vulgar boy snarled. Katsuki has always been the best at everything all his life if this crusty fucker wants a guard he’ll be the best damn guard that ever lived.

“Very well I expect you to live up to those standards.” Tomura smirked, pleased with the boy's words, motioning him to come stand by his side. He's had his eye on Bakugou since the Sports Festival, he knows a vicious beast when he sees one and that boy has the potential to be a real danger. He’s glad the heroes didn't have enough time to properly train him on their side now he can train him to be a ferocious guard dog loyal only to him. 

“Well one down four to go…” Spinner spoke slightly jealous that Shigaraki got the most feral kid out of the bunch to be his guard. 

The rest of the kids looked angsty about having four more of their classmates being taken by the League especially since guards will be taken to live in dorms with the league, they'll likely never see those chosen again. 

“I would also like to volunteer to protect one of my classmates.” Tenya spoke loudly, cutting through the silence. 

“Oh I know! I know! You're Ochaco’s friend huh, you want to serve us right?” Toga announce bouncing up and down. She had seen pictures of this classmate along with Izu-chan on Ochaco’s phone.

“Yes If I may,” Tenya said bowing. He had failed to protect his brother from villains in the past. He will not allow anymore harm to come to his friends even if they can’t be heroes anymore Tenya will still find a way to protect them.

“What do you think dad?” Toga asked Twice. In her opinion any of these kids could be turned into something dangerous with enough training but she’ll leave it up to her dad to make the final decision. She trusts his judgment most.

“Hmm I don’t know, he doesn't look too strong. He’s too weak, no way are we taking him! I'm not sure he'll be able to protect Ochako when we're away. She’ll get killed with him guarding her! ” Jin answered honestly. The blue haired boy looked lanky and pale, lacking any real muscle or strength.

“He does look kinda shrimpy...” Toga said, the boy in question wilting under the scrutinizing eyes of the father-daughter duo.

“Hey now, don't be too mean! He may not look like much after months in captivity but he comes from the Iida family. They were a long line of powerful heroes who utilized speed to fight. I'm sure you can train the kid to be a proper knight to protect your precious little princess.” Hawks teased knowing Jin was being overly judgmental because of his tendency to be super overprotective over Ochaco. The man was usually kind to all except when it came to matters regarding his little princess; anyone who wanted to interact with her had to go through him first.

“If it's his quirk you don't like I can always switch it for something else. He will just take longer to train with a brand new quirk rather than one he’s had all his life.” Shigaraki offered, watching the boy’s face pale in horror at the possibility of having his quirk taken from him.

“Thanks Shiggy! We should do that! ” Twice thanked the young man before turning to face the boy with an uncharacteristically serious face.

“Will you be Ochaco’s sword and shield? He’s too soft and wimpy! Will you train until you are worn down to your bones and collapse for her? Of course he can't! Will you be able to neutralize enemies quickly and efficiently on your own? He looks like he couldn't even kill a bug! Are you willing to do anything it takes to keep my daughter safe? Yeah are you? ” The blonde man said in a grave tone despite his alter ego blurting out contradictions.

“Yes sir, I am willing to put my life on the line to ensure Uraraka’s safety.” Tenya responded earnestly.

“Alright I'm taking a chance on you kid, don't make me regret it. He totally will! ” Jin replied.

While Twice and Toga were busy interrogating Iida off to the side, a soft apprehensive voice spoke up. 

“Um If I may I would like to volunteer to be Todoroki’s guard” Yoayorozu meekly spoke up ignoring the looks her classmates were throwing her way. She knows she probably has lived the easiest life out of all her classmates and if she doesn't volunteer she could continue to live as a carefree heiress but she just can’t do it anymore. All her life she has been part of the upper crust. In that kind life people turn a blind eye to abuse so long as the abuser is rich and powerful. She’s seen the Todoroki family at many events throughout her life, she seen the way people's eyes glossed over the bruised bodies and constant flinching; she even did it herself though she was just a child. She won’t do it any longer, this time she’ll stand up and protect him even if it's years too late. It's the least she can do for never speaking up before, Shouto deserves to be protected and she'll be the one to do it. 

“Eh? What’s a cutesy little thing like you going to do against an enemy? How are you going to protect Shouto when you can’t even protect yourself? I've seen the footage of you at the sports fest. You were eliminated within seconds by Kei’s fledgling. How can I trust you not to be killed within seconds and leave Shouto defenseless against an enemy?” Dabi sneered, honestly most of the brats looked pretty weak but these were the cream of the crop of hero students, they were predicted to be this generation's most powerful line of heroes. A class is only as strong as their weakest link so even if this girl is the weakest out of the bunch she’ll at least be better than any outsider he could hire for the job. Plus she’s still young and malleable; she can be raised and molded to be anything his heart desires. 

“I c-can protect him! I-i promise I will this time! I ca-” The raven haired girl stuttered pathetically,

“You’ll what? What can a pathetic little tyke like you even do?” Dabi snarked. Huh maybe it’s a good thing she can look so pathetic. She'll be able to look like an easy target before going in for a kill; the kid might be useful after all.

“I can create many things with my quirk to fight, capture or…neutralize. If you just let me prove myself to you-” Yaoyorozu’s frantic rambling was cut off by Keigo once again coming to the defense of the former hero students. He needs them to put their trust in him after all he will be helping most of them with their training. He needs them to believe that he is on their side and still the Hawks they used to know.

“Sheesh Dabi have a little faith in her, she's the Yaoyorozu heir. Her quirk is creation: she can create anything she knows the chemical composition of. If we train her to use it properly it will be like she is using multiple quirks without all the negative side effects the noumus get. She’ll be able to create any weapon or poison you could think of and more. She’ll have a versatile unpredictable fighting style that won't be able to be countered easily.” Keigo boasted about the girl's potential to his mate.

“C’mon Touya, stop ragging on the poor thing. She’ll need a lot of training but I'm sure she can do it.” Keigo murmured into his mate's ear.

“...Fine, I’ll take her but you need to get a tougher guard for your chick. I doubt she’ll be enough to protect both of them.” He’d prefer a more fierce and self assured brat rather than the trembling insecure pup at his feet but based on Keigo’s analysis she could prove to be useful. She's going to need a lot of training before she could be considered a guard, especially on her personality and how she carries herself. He can already tell she's quite delicate and insecure and that will not do; She’ll need to be trained ruthlessly to get the results he’s looking for. No one will be able to tell that she was once a spoiled prissy little thing when he’s through with her.

This went on for a while, each maining member vetting and prodding each child to see if they would make suitable bodyguards. Eventually Hawks decided on Shouji for his strength and reconnaissance skills. While Spinner went with Kirishima for his strength and conviction. Magne decided against getting a guard claiming she would get too attached and make them her kid instead. And Mr.Compress chose not to pick from this group claiming that Monoma would not react well to having a kid from this class guarding him.

Just as the remaining members of class 1-A were going to release a sigh of relief at not being chosen, a sentence was uttered that shot icy dread through their stomachs.

“Don’t relax just yet little heroes, we're not done here. We still need one more of you.” Dabi taunted.

“What?! But you said you would only needed five of us to be guards.” Kaminari shouted in indignation, letting out a frightened squeak when crimson eyes turned towards him. 

“We never said we were only going to take five kids, we just said we needed five guards.” Hawks spoke playfully. 

“What will you do with those you take if you are not hiring them?” Iida asked as the remaining eleven kids stayed silent in terror at the possibility of what they might face.

“Calm down brats, we're just picking up something we missed the first time around. Kurogiri hurry up and get the kid you're looking for. I'd like to get the brats settled in the dorms and ready to train as soon as possible.” Tomura whined impatiently.

“Patience Tomura. I will be done soon enough.”The mist man tutted, patting the boy's head. Golden eyes crinkling fondly when he felt the boy lean into the touch before turning to look at the lilac haired boy.. 

“Shinso Hitoshi, please come forward. To start off I want to offer my sincerest apologies for separating you from your father. At the time of your capture I was not aware you belonged to Shouta or I would have taken you along with him. As your uncle I have failed you and for that I am sorry.” The mist man’s eyes crinkled in adoration as he eyed the boy. He looked like a miniature Shouta, he even had the eye bags and perpetually sleepy look on his face to match. 

“Um, it’s okay?” Shinso answered awkwardly, quite confused about what the man was talking about.

“Yes, Shouta told me all about you and how he was planning to adopt you. If I had known you were one of us, you would have never been brought to this facility.” In reality the man had overheard Shouta telling Hisashi his worries about the boy and decided to come get him as a surprise and an incentive for good behavior. Shouta still doesn't trust him, but soon enough he’ll fall, especially with the boy there to help.

“What exactly is one of us? I'm not a damn villain and I never will be!” Hitoshi shouted sick of being discriminated against for his quirk. 

Kurogiri could see why Shouta picked this boy; he's just as feisty as he was at that age. He was too cute like a sleepy kitten trying to look fierce but failing miserably. 

“You are a part of the family. You are part of our precious collection of children. If I had known you were one of ours, you would have been brought home and been cherished like all the other children have been. I'm sorry you've been in here for so long when you could have been home with us this whole time.” The man apologized sincerely, ignoring the horrified look on Shinso’s face. 

“Well don't dwell in the past, I'm fine here, I don't need to be coddled and locked away in an unknown location. You can just leave me here to finish my program and move on with my life.” The purple haired boy snapped harshly. If he’s being honest the man is really starting to creep him out. He wants nothing to do with whatever is happening to his classmates right now even if he could get to see Aizawa. He wished he could see his mentor again but not if it means he’s going to be locked away and “cherished”...whatever that means.

“You don't have a choice, you are coming home whether you like it or not. Now stay still.” Kurogiri spoke sternly as he pulled out a metal homing collar all their children wore. He thought the boy would be more excited to see Shouta, he was probably just anxious, Shouta struggled with anxiety when he was his age too. 

“What?! No, I'm not wearing that! I'm not a dog! And you don't get to decide where I go and what I do!” The boy shouted tears of frustration starting to build in his eyes. He didn’t want to be locked away in prison. He doesn't want government dogs breathing down his neck at school. He doesn't want to be locked away forever with these psychopaths. Why can’t everybody just leave him alone! He wants Aizawa back. He just wants his dad to make all the bad people go away.

“We own you, we decide everything for you. And I have decided that you need to come home and so you will.” Kurogiri spoke sternly, leaving no room for negotiation.

The man's voice was too calm, it was grating on Shinso’s ears, he was acting like Shinso was the crazy one for not wanting to be held captive for the rest of his life. For every step he took backwards the man followed forward patiently until his back hit the wall leaving no room for escape.

“Please you can't do this!” The boy cried, feeling the cold metal slide on the back of his neck. 

“I can and I will.” Kurogiri answered by clasping the collar shut and sedating the boy before he could have any more tantrums.

“I don’t…want to..go…” The boys cried as his vision faded and his body slumped forward into the waiting arms of his captor.

“Alright Tomura now we may leave.” Kurogiri spoke gently as he cradled the limp unconscious boy in his arms, opening a portal and motioning for the rest of the league to enter it. And they did each taking their prize leaving the remaining nine horrified kids behind marching forward never to be seen again. 

One year later…

They made it, they've been put through hell but they did it. They've managed to be adequate enough to the leagues standards to begin guarding their friends. The journey to becoming a guard was a tough one; they were constantly trained to the bone, humiliated, degraded, borderline tortured at times to get where they are. They've been trained to withstand the harshest conditions, go days without food or sleep, be able to fight deaf or blind, been forced to undergo procedures that put an inhuman amount stress on their bodies to force their quirks to evolve to their fullest potentials, they've had to learn to take a life as easily as breathing. And these are only some of the things they've had to endure. Dealing with this as well as full time schooling and their weird relationships with their captors almost broke many of them but they did it they're still standing tall and they won't fall, not when their friends need them most. They are nowhere near done with their training but they are at a sufficient level of training to start the job. 

They were lined up in the training room side by side, with each of their masters standing in front of them. 

“You did well brats, for a while there I thought you were going to drop dead or go insane. As a reward you will start officially on Monday you will be shadowing each of us and learning the ropes. Think of it as an internship. You still have a long way to go before you can be left to guard on your own.” Tomura said with something like pride shining in his eyes as he watched the brats perk up at the praise but none of them spoke a word. They've been trained to not speak unless spoken to directly. 

“Katsuki Bakugo come.” Tomura ordered, face incredibly smug when the boy did so without a thought.

“You exceeded my expectations. You completed the first portion of your training top of your class, you never broke nor faltered and for that you will be allowed to move forward and begin active duty.” Tomura spoke proudly. The boy was a fearsome predator, he took to his training like a fish in water. He never hesitated when using his quirk to blow skulls to pieces or fight to the brink of death. With his quirk evolved he was able to make explosions powerful enough to take out entire city blocks and release explosions from the soles of his feet. The boy's eyes had dimmed after his first kill; he almost lost all his spark but the light had come back after Tomura had spent some time praising and affirming that he was good and doing a good job. Who would have thought that such an aggressive boy would have such a weakness to physical affection and words of praise. Hero society had done quite some damage to the boy; it gave him both an inferiority and superiority complex that Tomura was happy to take advantage of. Now all he had to do was give the boy a head pat or tell him he did good and he’d practically melt.

“But first every dog needs their collar. Kneel.” Tomura smirked as the boy showed no reaction. 

Bakugo knows what this is, it's another one of their tests. He and his classmates have been through many before where they are humiliated, degraded, or downright mocked all to make them more apathetic and less reactive. He knows how to pass so he stays silent and keeps his eyes blank and facing forward. He doesn’t move a muscle as a thick black spiked leather collar is fastened around his neck with a garish silver bone shaped tag that reads Kacchan on one side and Shigaraki family guard on the other. He could feel his eyebrow begin to twitch in anger as he read the tag but quickly calmed himself down and smoothed out his expression. If Shigaraki saw how much this was bothering him he would never be allowed to see Izuku if he couldn’t keep his emotions in check. 

This happened to each of them one by one. They all were given accessories that boldly proclaimed them as property of the league and made the final bits of their dignity crumble away to dust . 

“Momo,” Dabi called out, nodding his head towards the spot in front of him, the girl followed the silent order instantly, silently stepping forward before kneeling at his feet. The scarred man had gotten tired of saying her mouthful of a last name and reluctantly began to use her first name after a couple of days training.

“You barely made the cut. You faltered almost every step of the way but somehow you're still standing. You never gave up and for that you’ll be allowed to move onto active duty with the rest of the brats. Don't make me regret it.” The girl had done poorly in almost all the training in the beginning. She had spiraled after her first kill so much that he thought he would have to find a new kid to train but despite it all she stood up and stayed strong. She learned she can release poisonous gasses from her skin and quickly kill someone if she covers their nose with the palm of her hand or sneakily slip poison into food or drinks of enemies. She also learned how to make various weapons in seconds and was trained to use them lethally and non-lethally. Dabi’s favorite being the flamethrower or missile launcher though he does really like the tank she can make through its impractical for most of the fighting they do. Through forceful quirk evolution she can now make things far larger than her own body like tanks or missiles big enough to bomb an enemy's entire territory. Just last week she blew up the hideout of a yakuza clan that had been stirring up trouble, killing everyone inside in one go. She has come quite far but she still has a long way to go in her training. 

“Yes sir,” The girl spoke softly, face flushing. It may not seem like it but this is high praise coming from Dabi. The collar fastened around her neck was lacy and delicate with a gold heart shaped tag with Momo engraved on the front and Himura family guard on the back. The style of the collar did not surprise her; it adds to the look her master wants her to have. She was a lethal beauty, trained to look innocent as can be but able to quickly neutralize enemies caught off guard by her allure.

“Come on Shouji, you know the deal.” The man spoke in a playful tone as he removed the boy's cloth mask and replaced it with a black leather face mask. The mask had a rectangular opening on the front with metal bars clearly displaying his mouth and a small metal plate on the side that simply read Takami family guard. It looked like something you would put on a dangerous animal. He knows the cut out was there to make him look more menacing but now everytime Shouji so much as spoke one of his biggest insecurities will be on show to everyone.

“You did well kid. I trust you can look after Fumi well. But don’t think you can slack off on your training just because you started guarding. I still want you to give me your all got it?”  The boy's strength was unmatched especially after his quirk was evolved he could  when he would wrap people up in his limbs and crush them like a boa constrictor and limitlessly create limbs and cut them off without flinching. Though Hawks favorite feature of his pet is what lies beneath his mask. Underneath the face covering Shouji was hiding a set of razor sharp teeth powerful enough to rip out an enemy's throat in seconds. 

“Yes sir” The multi armed boy replied solemnly, knife like teeth on display as he spoke. 

“Tenya Iida step forward. Run away! ” Twice ordered, the boy ran to take his place at his feet in a second. The boy despite his earlier scrawny state had bulked up quite easily once training had begun. He had been reluctant to kill in the beginning but after a punishment session with Toga he quickly changed his tune. He was taught how to use blades for fighting since his quirk is not as helpful for combat as others. After his quirk was evolved he sprouted another set of engines on the back of his arms to give him double the speed and force for attacks. He wasn't a powerhouse like some of the other kids but he doesn't need to be, he just needs to be able to hold off enemies long enough for reinforcements to arrive. 

“Ten-chan you can look after Ochaco now! Aren't you happy?” the girl squealed as she wrapped a leather choker around the boy's neck. The collar was red with a white lace border with a silver heart pendant dangling in the front that read Tenya on one side and Bubaigawara family guard on the other. The girl giggled as she saw Iida’s face flush in embarrassment at the collar she picked out for him. 

“Yes thank you both very much for this opportunity.” The boy replied, bowing his head towards the father and daughter. He hated his training and what he had to learn to do but this was his only way to see his friends so he had to do it. His friends need him now more than ever and he is going to protect them anyway he can even if he isn't a hero anymore.

“Kirishima, come up here for a sec. You did great, kid.” Spinner spoke as he put his chosen accessory around the boy's neck. The long silver chain had a dog tag on it with Shuichi family guard engraved into the metal. Spinner wasn't really into the same humiliating tactics the others used for training. He had been subjected to too much of that sort of stuff growing up as a mutant but the others were very adamant about putting a clear claim on the kids for their own safety so he decided on a simple chain for the redhead. Despite what it seems they really do like the kids and no one would dare put their hands on a child that is clearly property of the league. 

“Thank you sir!” Kirishima beamed. He really lucked out when it came to mentors from what he’s seen. Spinner is much kinder than the rest of the league. While the training was still bad he didn't like killing or having his quirk evolved, the gecko man hadn’t been as cruel as the others were to their kids. He had been trained in both swordsmanship and close quarters combat. Through his quirk evolution he could shed excess rocky shards of his body and launch them like projectiles. His body was basically indestructible now; they had tested that theory almost too thoroughly; he could take one of Yoayorozu’s missiles to the chest with only minor cracking. While he lacked long range attacks he could take almost any damage without getting hurt. 

“Alright brats get back in line!” Shigaraki barked, watching proudly as the kids orderly lined up backs straight and eyes facing forward. It looked as if they were statues. 

“From this point on there is no room for mistakes. You are going to be taking care of what is most precious to us. I expect perfection and obedience from all of you. If you step even a toe out of line you will be replaced and will never see your little friends again. With that in mind you will start tomorrow so training will be cut short. You may retreat to your dorms to rest.” Tomura ordered. Honestly he was exaggerating quite a bit if he’s being honest. He and the rest of the league have gotten pretty attached to their little guards but they can't know that. Sometimes they would slip up and smile at them fondly when they learned a new attack or ruffle their hair when they did well and the brats would get such a bewildered expression on their faces like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. They can’t know yet they need to think they are expandable and replaceable by the time they find out it'll be too late. Being favored by the league is something you never want and can never escape…

As they marched out of the training room with only one thing on their minds: I will protect you no matter the cost…even if you hate me for it.

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people will see a fandom thing and be like "why isn't this a fanfic" "why is there no fanfic about this" my brother in christ, because you're not writing it

After the next chapter I’m probably going to take a break from my The New Days AU for a little bit. I’m getting kinda bored ngl. I’m still going to finish it but I just want to work on some other stuff. Like I want to do a dark platonic a/b/o AU and also some dark platonic Overhual and Deku stuff.

Guys I swear to god the ao3 curse is real! Yesterday I was cooking, I was absolutely COOKING with this fic that I have been struggling to finish. The ideas were flowing and the word count was steadily rising. Then this morning I woke up to find out my dog had broken his tail. Istg this happens every time I'm working on a fic either I get sick or he gets hurt and vice versus(one time I literally broke my arm(the dominant one btw)). Idk man its just very convenient that bad stuff always happens when I'm writing a fic. I need answers! Who are the creators of Ao3 and why are they cursed? What have they done to upset the fanfic gods?