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Yandere! Eijirou Kirishima x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Non-Con, yandere themes, mentioned kidnapping, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, somnophilia, exhibitionism.

Summary: Request:

Hey do you think you can write about kirishima and his darling from bitter work? I’m curious about them

W/C: 800+

A/N: Made this a self-insert for readers despite it being a spin-off.

You keep your hand over your mouth to continue to suppress your noises. This wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, you weren’t even sure what to feel anymore. Ever since the first time Kirishima forced himself on you, you would always freeze stiff in fear, he kidnapped you and ranks quite high within the pro heroes, you didn’t know what he was capable of, so you simply settled for not doing anything.

Your silence and lack of movement convinced him that you were simply shy in sexual situations, as well as nearly everything else given how little you spoke. The first few times, your mind was too filled with fear and anger at feeling so vulnerable and unable to do anything, because in truth, what could you do? The fear occupied your mind enough to keep you from feeling anything, but as time progressed and he continued to have the same sexual activities with you, you slowly started to grow accustomed to them.

After a while, there was always some reassurance that he never hurt you with anything other than penetration, never hit you, grabbed onto you too hard or verbally abused you. As the fear of your pain increasing dissipated, you were left with nothing to distract you from his movements against your body as well as being unable to deny yourself that he knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how to treat your body to give you immense pleasure. Pleasure that you didn’t want.

A tear manages to leak through your squeezed-shut eyes as you remain on your side, facing toward the blank tv with Kirishima behind you, spooning you with an arm over your waist to keep you against him while thrusting into you at a steady pace on the living room couch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with your lips parting to let out a muted moan at the next orgasm he forces out of you, your body finding undeniable pleasure in him.

Following your release, you hear the familiar groan coming from behind you before feeling your insides quickly flood in his thick cum as his body relaxes against your trembling frame. You feel him smile as he traces kisses along your shoulder up the side of your neck with your eyes squeezing tighter. “You serious? I sleep on that couch.” You hear another thick voice speak, having your eyes widen.

“Sorry Bakugou, we didn’t make it to the bed.” Your kidnapper apologizes without looking at him or even growing concerned enough to cover your naked body, continuing to smile against your skin instead. Bakugou grunts in return and leaves to his room upstairs, wanting to rest after his hero work, ignoring the look of terror in your eyes.

~.~

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Kirishima assures, cupping your face in his hands while you stare down with slightly wide eyes, always stuck in between your fight or flight instinct whenever he touched you. He moves to press a kiss to your lips to which you subconsciously move back from where you’re standing with him at the doorway. “Aw, there’s no need to be shy.” He looks at you lovingly, obvious to your true feelings.

“They’re not shy, dumbass.” Bakugou says from his spot on the same couch you fucked in earlier without taking his eyes off from his phone, being aware of Kirishima's delusional personality. “What are you talking about?” Kirishima innocently asks after a questioning hum. “Just go to work!” He nearly shouts, still refusing to remove his eyes from the screen. “I love you.” Kirishima’s lips successfully capture yours in his, saying his last goodbye’s before finally leaving for his night shift.

You slowly turn to look through your peripherals and see Bakugou staring longingly at the picture of someone you don’t recognize. The almost sad look on his face quickly disappears with him looking over at you with a scowl, making you quickly look back down and rush up the stairs to your ‘room’.

~.~

After hours of trying to fall asleep, you finally feel your eyes starting to give up on you, feeling half asleep how your body is succumbing to exhaustion despite the fear of your captor’s roommate. You miss the sound of the door opening followed by the quiet footsteps towards the large bed where you lay, a few silent thumps of clothes falling on the floor before the feeling of the space behind you dipping completely wakes you.

A pair of soft lips press behind your ear in a kiss with a familiar set of razor sharp teeth gently biting after, a tongue running over the skin while you take notice of the grinding of the stiff length between your ass cheeks, the tip managing to slip under your shirt to drip its precum on your lower back, warning you of a long night.

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Bitter Work.

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Yandere! Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader, light Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, murder, kidnapping, physical abuse, sexual acts, male masturbation, handjob.

Summary: Bakugou waits for the right moment to finally take you, and he's not letting his opportunity pass, no matter what.

WC: 1.6k+

A/N: I literally dreamt about this, that's it, that's how I came up with it :l .

“Ah, fuck.” Bakugou moans, throwing his head back while feeling more precum leaking his tip, getting dangerously close to his high. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He fucks up into his fist harder with you on his mind, the simple thought of you cumming around him tipping him over the edge and getting him to shoot thick streams of cum through his tip, painting trails of white on his bare chest and stomach as he lets out light pants, opening his eyes to be brought to the harsh reality of being alone, or not entirely.

“Woah, it’s been a while since you’ve cummed that much, when was the last time you jacked off man?” Kirishima asks, having him looking behind him over the couch from the living room to see his roommate setting down some groceries in the kitchen. “Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou brushes off, thinking about how engrossed he had been into masturbating that he didn’t hear him come into the house. It’s all your fault, sucking him off in his dreams the previous night only to then leave him blue-balled.

“… Well, how’d they behave?” Kirishima hands Bakugou some napkins and he instantly knows he’s talking about his own sick obsession. “You know they don’t leave their room when it’s just me, they fuckin’ hate me.” He takes the napkins to clean himself off. “They’re just scared of you, and they’re supposed to like me anyway.” Kirishima casually puts stuff away in the cabinets. “… You know, you should really tell them how you feel.” He adds.

“… You know they’re with fuckin’ Deku.” Bakugou reminds. “That doesn’t mean you can’t take them away.” Kirishima suggests. “You know I can’t.” Bakugou raises his voice in frustration. It’s been torture for him to have to sit by and watch as you dated Deku, kissed him, called him your fiancee, and eventually, your husband. If only Deku didn’t have that stupidly strong quirk, Bakugou would’ve already killed him and taken you away, then again; he loves you too much to cause too much of a stir to you.

Instead of having you in bed with him every night, pounding you in the mattress, calling you his, he’s stuck with his roommate who ended up kidnapping his own obsession and asking him to watch over them whenever he leaves to do anything. He doesn’t really have anything better to do, they take turns doing hero work, and to keep himself from getting bored off duty, he keeps himself occupied with his friend’s ‘Darling’.

With things such as those happening, he wasn’t surprised when all modesty was thrown out the window. Kirishima doesn’t mind one bit when Bakugou jerks off or longingly stares at one of your pictures where ever he wants, after all; it is his house as well and he’s been a great friend keeping an eye on his soon-to-be-willing partner. But as time passes, the worst thing that could happen to humanity, and you, takes place.

The number one pro hero; symbol of peace, has died.

~.~

Nearly everyone has left, you’re the only one still standing at his tomb, understandably, you can’t bring yourself to leave. One by one, the few people left approach you to offer their condolences one last time before leaving while Bakugou stays behind, waiting patiently to have you all alone. Waiting… waiting… that’s all he’s had to do since the moment he met you, but things are different now, Deku’s finally out of the picture, and waiting should only be a few minutes compared to the years he’s had to wait.

Finally, the last person leaves and Bakugou’s left alone with you, it was finally time, after all those years; he’s going to start making ties with you, and what better moment to approach you than in a vulnerable state? With the two of you left alone, the sun setting down to leave you in darkness, he walks towards you, stopping behind you.

You can’t bring yourself to care when a pair of hands place themselves on your shoulders, rubbing soft circles on them. “You should sit.” He suggests, waiting for a response that never comes. He gently pulls you away from the tomb and slowly walks you to the nearest bench with an arm around your shoulders to guide you, turning around to give one last dirty look at his dead rival. You stumble upon reaching the bench, Bakugou holding you up and sitting you down, crouching down in front of you.

You cover your face with a hand and start sobbing into it, finally letting the tears flow while your other hand grips tightly the bench under you. You bend over to bury your face in your knees, gripping your hair tightly as you cry louder with Bakugou drawing circles on your back, but despite the ache he feels in his chest at seeing you in pain, he finds that he doesn’t regret one bit having done what he did.

He waits patiently for what feels like an hour, having sat on the cold ground while trying to soothe you, rubbing your shoulder, your back when you entered a coughing fit from crying too much, until you calmed down. After you’re done crying, you keep your face buried in your knees for a while longer, trying to find the courage to face whoever consoled you. A few minutes pass and you decide to finally move up to sit straight, wiping your face with a hand.

Bakugou hands you a wipe and you take it without looking at him, feeling a hand place itself on your knee this time, continuing to rub soothing circles. Once you’re done cleaning yourself, you look at him to see who it is, being met with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-” “Don’t apologize.” He interrupts and you stay quiet with your head hung low. He softly takes your hands in his, gently running a hand up and down your wrist to test the waters, getting you to confuse his actions for sympathy.

“Please sit.” You ask and he complies, sitting next to you with his hands quickly itching to return to yours. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You apologize again. “It’s fine.” He assures. “I’m glad you came.” You break the short silence. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here since you’ve never really been on good terms with Deku.” You admit. “I’m not that bad.” He lies. “… I remember when we were still back at UA,” You start speaking and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, sure that it would be a story about Deku.

“The first time I saw you, I…” You capture his attention, getting him to look away from the ground and towards you. “You always seemed so intimidating to me, I never really grew the courage to tell you anything, and by the time I was, Deku was already asking to go out with me. I really liked you back then.” You keep your eyes glued to the ground, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks.

“I didn’t think you liked me back. So I gave it a try with Deku, and it just worked out, I ended up falling pretty hard for him.” You smile to yourself at the memories of him. “Why are you telling me this now?” He asks. “Because there were so many things I wanted to tell Deku, and now I can’t. I wanted to have kids with him, I wanted to have a family with him, I just wanted to tell you.” Your smile disappears with more tears leaving you.

Bakugou grips his pants in his hands in frustration, thinking about how all of this could’ve been avoided if he had just said something. It’s his fault you ended up with Deku, he should’ve just opened his mouth, taken you himself, but he didn’t. His hands relax and he takes notice of the cards in his favor, if you liked him, then he can get you to like him again. He’s so close, he can finally have you, he just needs to play his cards right.

“If you don’t want to be alone right now, I could crash in your couch, or we can stay a while longer.” He suggests. “No, that’s okay, thank you for keeping me company.” You smile to yourself at how nice he’s being. “What are you gonna do now?” He asks. “… I think I’m gonna move away, I don’t want to be here anymore.” You answer. “… What?” You hear his voice drop a little lower.

“I don’t want to be in the country anymore.” You repeat. “Are you serious?” He slowly stands up, moving to stand in front of you, facing down, having you feel uneasy despite the darkness of the night covering his face. “Are… are you okay?” You ask, confused as to why you feel a nagging in the back of your head telling you to run. He lifts his head for you to see the look of rage in his face, teeth gritted and brows furrowed deeply before he yanks at your wrist.

“Five years, FIVE YEARS I WAITED FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME?! I DIDN’T KILL DEKU FOR NOTHING! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!” He shouts with a tight burning grip on your wrist, confusing you with his words. “I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO KILL DEKU WHEN YOU WEREN’T LOOKING! AND FOR WHAT?! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!” He continues to shout. “Get off of me!” You cry, trying to pull yourself free.

Instead, he yanks at your forearms and throws you to the ground behind him, straddling your hips while keeping his hold on you the whole time. “I waited for five fucking years. All that wait was bitter work,” He lowers his face closer to yours. “And I'm not gonna let you throw it to waste.” He whispers from the close proximity before raising a hand and slapping it on your cheek hard, knocking you out.

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Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Creepy stuff, implied non-con, implied somnophilia.

Summary: Reader is going through a tough financial time, Deku has no problem helping.

WC: 900+

You continue to stare at the multiple papers in front of your seated form with tears in your eyes. What were you going to do? Understandably, you’ve had a pounding headache from the start, from the beginning of all this mess. Your wallet was stolen. Your ID, credit and debit cards as well as other valuable items and information… gone. The day had already been bad enough and it only turned worst when you found out about the disappearance of your wallet.

All of your savings were gone, your credit cards were maxed and in the worst moment possible, right around the time where you had bills to pay. You still remember the clenching of your heart when you received a notification on your phone letting you know about the transfer from your debit cards and the use of your credit ones, and no matter how quickly you called your banker about it for them to immediately block your account, it was no use, the damage had already been done.

Time passed by slowly without the culprit being caught as you drowned in taxes, overdue notices and even threats to your land; taking your house from you as things got worst. It’s not even that you don’t have a job with a proper income, you just don’t have the time to gather the money for everything, even if you could pay a bill off, you’d just be stuck under other bills, and to make matters worst, the mental toll was affecting your performance at work and your boss was noticing.

You let out a tired breath and look over at the last mail envelope that with no doubt contains another notice, bill or something regarding your financial problems. You pick it up and see that it’s blank, no company or anything at all on the envelope, not even the address to where it was meant to be sent; which means it was hand-delivered by the owner to your own house.

You open the envelope and pull out a hand-written letter in fancy paper judging by how thick it feels. Your eyes finally fall upon the neat letter and start reading all while thinking how a letter this elegant being delivered to you must’ve been a mistake.

Dear Y/N, I apologize for having been gone for so long, I missed you during my absence, not a single second was passed without you in my mind. I missed your smile, your smell, the taste of your skin, the feel of your body against mine, every second away from you made me ache. I wonder if you felt the same while I was gone, if you longed for me as badly as I did, if you craved my touch as my loins craved yours, if you yearned for our bodies to be one once again as I did.

It pains me to come back home only to see you in these stressful situations, but please understand; I would’ve never left you if I didn’t have to, I’ll make sure to continue with my work close by. I’ll visit you again as soon as time permits, in the meantime; I’ve paid off all your debts and will make the person who put you through this pay. While you wait for me; take this, use it as often as you like, you deserve it, just don’t forget to get something special to wear for my visit.

Till then, I eagerly await to be with you again, my Darling.

You stare at the credit and debit card on the bottom of the letter with eyes wide in shock without knowing what to feel. Surely this must be a mistake, it must have meant to be sent to someone else… with the same name and problems as you. You grab the debit card and unstuck it from the paper and see an account name with your own and password on the paper with your exact signature on the card.

You feel bile start to rise up in your throat but manage to control yourself as your phone vibrates. Is it them? The person from the letter? What did they want to say now? You grab your phone with a shaky hand and turn it over to see notification after notification pop up, all from your banks and water and electricity company you owe, or owed to, given that the notifications inform you of the debts being fully paid off.

You sit still for a few minutes with your mind blank, slowly inching its way into urging you to log into the bank of the card in your hand. The temptation grows to be too much, having you slowly finding the bank through your phone and logging in to see the account with your exact details, full name, phone number, etc, but even more astounding; an unbelievably large amount of money. You slowly look over at the other card and pick it up, turning it around with your eyes widening at the name on it.

Izuku Midoriya

The number one pro hero signed the card.

Your phone vibrates once again, pulling your attention back to it to see another notification. Don’t be shy, it’s impossible for you to make a dent in my account, now go out there and treat yourself. Till Sunday, I hope you’re ready and as eager as I am to be with you awake for the first time, I can’t wait.

YANDERE EIJIRO KIRISHIMA X READER

🪨 he meets you at ua and instantly introduces himself.

🪨once you are friends you are never EVER getting rid of him.

🪨makes you join the bakusquad .

🪨makes you second guess yourself , making you think you can’t look after yourself.

🪨will become a blushing mess when he confesses to you.

🪨reject him and it’s a mixture of anger and sadness. He gets angry to the point he will break your hand and he cries so much that he can’t even see properly.

🪨accept him and he is ecstatic he is laughing and smiling and twirling you around in the air.

🪨either way you are going to be his.

🪨now he will only kidnap you is you reject him or if your in danger.

🪨boasts about you to everyone especially his friends.

🪨he talks about you all the time even when battling a villain.

🪨you don’t get much alone time at all with him especially not when everyone lives in the dorms now.

🪨as you both get older and graduate he straight away buys an apartment for the both of you.

🪨granted it isn’t huge but once you and him save up enough money you can buy a huge house.

🪨will propose to you after a few months of being a proper hero.

🪨your marriage ceremony isn’t huge only filled with people you know and it’s probably on the beach.

🪨he would love a big family with you . He already has this bet on with all the boys that he will be the first to have a child even if it’s adopted .

🪨rivals he will make up a sob story and blame them for it . He will play the victim to truly harm his rival since he couldn’t really hurst anyone unless he really had too.

Thank you ❤️❤️

YANDERE KATSUKI BAKUGO X READER

💥you meet at ua your quirk intrigued him.

💥eventually you are dragged into his friendship group by Mina.

💥starts to see you as more then a friend after you save his life.

💥he wants to repay you . He hates being in people’s debit so he tries to pay for stuff and look after you.

💥if you mention it he will deny it.

💥starts to show you affection with simple touches and gestures.

💥when he realises his deranged feelings he tries to back off but he can’t your like his own personal drug.

💥asks you out and takes you on a hiking date .

💥at the end he drops you off but not befor a quick gentle kiss.

💥everyone thinks he is rough but in reality he is gentle often taking care of things he truly cares for.

💥once your old enough for marriage he is down on one knee.

💥your marriage ceremony has loads of hero’s .

💥it’s to late for you to realise that he is obsessed with you since your already married.

💥however try and escape and he will turn delusional blaming overs to the point where he may kill them or hurt them to the point there in a coma for the rest of there life.

💥he wants one or two kids but isn’t fussed if you don’t have any since he is content with you.

💥obsessive and delusional yandere but he will kill for you .

Thank you ❤️❤️

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Platonic inner circle x reader x romantic azriel

Cassian x reader

High lord rhysand x reader

Thesan high lord of dawn x reader

Yandere inner circle x reader romantic

Kallias x reader

Amarantha x reader

My hero academia:

Katsuki bakugo x reader

Endeavour x reader

Eijiro kirishima x reader

Deku x reader

Twisted wonderland:

Azul x reader

Jamil x reader

Vert x reader

Bridgerton:

Poly bridgerton boys x reader

Colin bridgerton x reader

Game of thrones/ hotd :

The mountain x reader

Khal drogo x targeryan reader

Khal drogo x escaped reader

Khal drogo question

Khal drogo x reader smut

Jamie Lannister protected x reader

Maegor x reader

Rhaegar targeryan x reader

Maegor x wife reader with child

Aegon I x reader

Rickard stark x reader

Tywin Lannister x targeryan first wife reader

Jason Lannister x targeryan wife

Aegon I x reader with children

Maegor x male reader

Jaehaerys I x reader

Tyland Lannister x reader

Yanderes who become kings guard for male reader

Otto hightower x reader

Daemon targeryan x reader

Maegor x escapee reader

Ned stark question 1

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Otto Hightower x reader x platonic alicent

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader

Poly viserys and Otto x reader question 1

Poly viserys and Otto x reader questions 2

Criston Cole x reader

Corys velaryon x reader

Criston Cole x reader part 2

Otto x reader x viserys question 3

Platonic aegon x platonic aemond x reader

Erryk cargyll x targeryan princess x arryk cargyll

Jacaerys veleryan x reader

Genderbent visneya targeryan x reader

Harry Potter / fantastic beasts :

Tom riddle x reader question

Gellert grindelwald x reader

Orion black x reader

Newt scamander x reader

Aberforth dumbledore x reader

Tom riddle x malfoy reader

Knights of walpurgis x reader

Cygnus black x reader

Cygnus black x reader questions

Cygnus black x reader questions 2

Pollux black x reader

Cygnus black x reader question 3

Cygnus black x reader question 4

Cygnus reaction to reader not wanting her children to be death eaters

Who wants the most children Orion or Cygnus black?

Orion black part 2

Poly orion and Cygnus black x reader

Poly marauders x Slytherin reader

Walpurgis x muggle reader

Lucius malfoy x reader

Salazar Slytherin x reader

Hobbit/ lotr :

Thranduil x fairy reader

Thranduil x fairy reader with children

Thranduil x fairy reader 3

Thranduil x fairy reader part of the company

Thranduil x fairy reader question

Haldir x reader

Would yandere Thranduil still join the battle of five armies

Yandere thorin Oakenshield x reader

Twilight:

Marcus volturi x reader

Aro volturi x reader

Cauis volturi x reader

Marcus volturi x reader part 2

Marcus volturi x stubborn reader

Aro volturi x reader (who doesn’t care )

Beaststars :

Ogma x reader

Tem x reader

Poly gohin and oguma x reader

X-men:

Erik lehsnherr x reader

Erik lehsnherr questions 1

Historical characters:

Henry VIII x reader

Henry VIII x reader question 1

Baldwin IV x reader

Oc’s

Knight x reader

Half elf x reader

Snow White and the huntsman

Genderbent Freya x reader

Could you make a Yandere Enji Todoroki?

YANDERE ENJI TODOROKI X READER

🔥he either saved you or you were a hero and that’s how he met you . At first he didn’t care about you but when he kept bumping into you then he started to take notice of you.

🔥he will get spies to go and find out what you like and then he would buy it in bulk just so he can leave it outside your door. The gifts he leaves won’t say it’s from him instead it’s from ‘your secret admirer’.

🔥will get people who work with him to go scout you out so you work for him. If you decline he will make your life a living hell until you agree to the job because you need the money. If you agree then it’s like everything is perfect.

🔥he doesn’t really make you work much , often you will question the work that he signs to you. For instance make him lunch and dinner do his laundry. House wife/husband stuff.

🔥will tell fuyumi about you and his other children if he sees them . He invites you to dinner regularly almost as if he is testing out what you would be like as a spouse.

🔥even if his children don’t like you he will love you .

🔥your practically his sugar baby like anything you want or need you just have to ask and it’s there for you . Of course his generosity comes with a price most likely intimate touches and acts of service does the trick.

🔥he gets jealous so easy it’s honestly scary but he doesn’t just blame it on the person he also thinks you had a part in it.

🔥once he gets to help use of a person he will lose it and will force you to marry him.

🔥it’s not a terrible life really … you just have to stay home so what he says no matter what and never leave .

🔥whatever you do don’t make him angry he will quite literally burn you . And after when he calms down he just says it was him putting his claim on you and putting you in your place.

🔥rivials he doesn’t really worry about unless they are all might . Usually his rivals just get told they have been fired from there job or they disappear…

🔥if all mights his rival he shoves it in his face that he is married to you and not even can be number one with you since your his perfect spouse.

🔥makes you wear his merch on his days off, he enjoys it because he feels like he has marked you in another way.

🔥as for family he already has four kids but he really once a child with you . He doesn’t care about the kids quirk cause he has shoto . He just once to have proof of yours and his love.

Thank you for the request ❤️❤️

Yandere!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: You suddenly become compliant and submissive and Bakugou wants to know why

A/N: I can’t bring myself to write anything about bad yanderes 

Quirk: Not specified

Warnings/Genre: Yandere themes, yandere fluff, stockholm synndrome-y, 

WC: 879

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Bakugou was wondering why you were so quiet. For the past week you’ve been acting strangely, being oddly submissive and not fighting back like you used to. Don’t get him wrong, it was so much easier than when you would push him away. It pained him when he had to punish you, and when you tensed up when he tried to show you affection. 

He was glad that you changed the way you acted, it was just... suspicious. You used to tense up and face away when he tried to cuddle you in bed, sometimes trying to move away. For the past few weeks it went from that to not flinching when he wrapped his hands around you, to relaxing when it happens, to turning around and leaning into it. Eventually, you would wrap your limbs around him in your sleep and often doing it while you were awake, dozing off peacefully a few moments later. 

Meal times with him went from ignoring him and finishing up as quick as you can, to staying and asking about his day. He would talk about the stupid things he would come across and you would giggle quietly. He loved that sound but wasn’t that used to hearing it.

You would even give him lingering kisses in the cheek, too. The first time you did it you were shy to, blushing when you stopped him from leaving for work. He looked at you with a questioning gaze but you just gave him a peck on the cheek, saying goodbye as he left for work. 

That one kiss on the cheek became a daily thing. You willingly kissed him when he went and came back from work. 

One night, this night, you were particularly loving. You made him a spicy curry dinner and were more smile-y than usual. You giddily greeted him at the door, wrapping your arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek. You happily told him you made dinner for him and led him to the dining area. 

He was surprised at how you acted. You looked so happy serving him his food and even happier when you sat next to him and ask how his day went. He told you what he usually did and you sat next to him laughing and smiling. 

When dinner was done, you washed the dishes while he took a shower. You tried to do it quickly so you were able to join him and surprise him but the many pots and pans you used took time that he didn’t want to waste in the shower. When you got to the bedroom, he was already done and it was your turn to take a shower. 

While you were in the bathroom he was wondering why you were acting so weirdly. You never really, well, liked him, ever since he took you. All he ever wanted was to keep you safe but you just called him crazy, up until recently.

Stepping out of the bathroom in the nightgown he bought for you, you saw him looking at the ceiling with his hand under his head. You smiled and leaped onto the bed, landing on his bare chest and resting your small frame on him. 

You heard him gasp quietly then you felt yourself being flipped over. He held your hands above your head as he looked at you with a hard glare, “Why are you acting like this? What are you planning? Are you trying to escape? To trick me?” he interrogated you. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as he continued to scare you, he did this many times before but it stopped for a while so you forgot how scary he could be. 

“N-no! D-did I do something wrong? I’m s-sorry” you sobbed. The sight of you crying made him regret yelling at you. His eyes widened and his chest squeezed as tears soaked the bed sheets below you. 

He let go of your wrists and wrapped you in a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to know why you were acting different.” he shushed you

Your sobs died down to sniffled and he released you from the hug. He rested his weight on his elbows as he looked at you trapped between his arms. You started to speak in a trembling, soft voice. 

“Remember when you gave me a bath that time?” you started, “You brought me to the bed and held me and I felt... safe. I realized you take care of me and you keep me in here to protect me. I know you’ve been telling me that but now I see it. I didn’t really grow up in a happy place, my friends, now that I think about it, didn’t really care for me. If they did they would’ve already gotten me out of here. Heck, even you, my captor, is nicer to me than they ever were” you chuckled

You continued, “And besides, I already liked you in the first place so I’ve been thinking... this isn’t so bad”

With that, you cupped his face in your hand and pressed your lips to his for the first time and that let him know that now both you and him were finally content with your lives.

Yandere!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou takes the opportunity of your kidnapping to make you his

Quirk: Water manipulation. You can control water and can choose to only use H2O or can also carry things is it. If you use it too much you will get dehydrated

Warnings/Genre: yandere themes, unhealty/toxic relationship, kidnapping, manipulation, stockholm syndrome-y (submission to Bakugou), reader without parents, mentions of torture and moletsing

WC: 2,092

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“Hey isn’t that Y/N L/N?” The man whispered. You couldn’t hear a thing as you were wearing headphones. The men shuffled out of the crowd and got out of the train. They made sure you didn’t notice them and continued their conversation, “You know how much they would pay for her, she placed 5th in the Sports Festival!” 

“I don’t know man, we could get in serious trouble”

“Her quirk is just water stuffs, let’s just keep her somewhere and make her dehydrated til she either passes out of they pay for her. Think about it, an aspiring hero, helpless and weak. They would pay so much to get her back”

“Ugh fine” The man obliged as they went to prepare for the task.

Meanwhile, you safely got to school. You took off your headphones and stuffed them into you bag as you opened the door. You were met with the happy greetings of your friends. Taking a seat, you chatted the the ‘Bakusquad’ in the time before class started. Bakugou never actually showed interest in you but you were close enough friends for him to be adorably possessive over you. You did notice that you were the only one he’d give advice to. Everyone shipped you two and you would blush every time it was mentioned. 

Everyone retreated back to their seats as only a few minutes remained before the teacher came but Bakugou stayed back. You looked up in slight confusion as he handed you a pen. “I have a strong feeling you felt like being an idiot today and left your pencil case” he said grumpily before walking away. You looked in your bag and lo an behold he was right. It was just mere coincidence to you but not to him. He noticed the lump in your backpack front pocket and knew you were listening to music again and knew you wouldn’t put the pencil case back in your bag. He knew you like that, and he loved you like that. It proved to him that you were still a little immature and naive. Still a chance to make you his. 

Aizawa entered the classroom, snapping him out of his daydreams about you. About how good of a wife you would be. How much cuddling you guys would do. How much cooking you guys would do. He thought about everything, how he would spend his day around adoring fans and come home to you waiting for him, dinner ready. He would definitely knock you up. A child would forever esablish your relationship, and your love. I mean, he wouldn’t do all this work for nothing. Find out where you live, your favorite foods, colors, movie genre. He wouldn’t make so many mental notes about your habits, what clothes you wear, what perfume you use. He wouldn’t do all that for nothing. He will make you his, he will love you and you will love him.

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You were walking home from school. After saying your goodbyes to your friends, you started your walk. Putting on your headphones, you walked down the sidewalk, occasionally walking in a crowd. At one point you went on a route which was usually void of people so you relaxed yourself and turned up the volume of your music. You nodded your head along with the music as the two men behind you noticed your weren’t noticing your surroundings and enacted their plan. Before you knew what was happening, a handkerchief was placed on your mouth, your eyes went wide as you inhaled the chloroform and soon passed out. 

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The next day the class noticed your absence. They were texting and calling you but nothing worked. Aizawa asked as you were not one to get sick and not one to stay home. Suddenly a knock was heard from the door and Present Mic entered, “Yo! I found this phone at my doorstep, I think it’s Y/N’s” the class gasped as Present Mic handed it to their homeroom teacher. Bakugou glared, hiding his worry. What happened to you? Are you hurt? Who did this to you? He’ll kill them, make them pay. 

His thought were interrupted by Present Mic leaving. “There’s some disturbing stuff there, yo. I called Nezu so you two can decide which action to take” Present Mic left the room. Aizawa was crowded with student as he looked through the erased phone, the backround was white, the gallery was erased but contained only one video. 

It was you. Bakugou’s eyes widened and his blood boiled. You were blindfolded and tied to a chair with a cloth on your mouth to shut you up. The men behind the camera explained that they were to pay a huge sum of money and they would get her back, and if they were to report to the police, you were to be killed. If they were paid and were still told on to the police, they would find you again and they would kill you. You heard this and sobbed, tears running down your cheeks. 

Bakugou was pissed, and looked at the background. He knew that place. He used the same warehouse when he killed and tortured you exes and past crushes and bullies. It had many sharp tools left behind. He cleaned the tools of course, but still left them behind. 

Aizawa announced that he was going to discuss this with the principal and tey were to send out a search party in a day or two. That wasn’t enough time, they- no, he had to find you now. You were in danger, no one could keep you but him. Then he had a thought. He was gonna find you, and save you, ten you were gonna fall for him and be his. He chuckled under his breath, yes, this was perfect.

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After school he at least told Kirishima and some friends that he was going to rescue you. It made him seem less suspicious and as if he cared for you. He only told those who he knew would listen to him when he said not to follow him. Then, he would go home and go look for you. And right on cue, he saw his parents weren’t home yet.

He got dressed in black clothing that looked casual enough. A hoodie, some pants and his signature boots. He walked out and went to the warehouse. He quietly snuck in and saw you in the middle of the warehouse, tied to a chair. The man was touching you in places only he was allowed to. He groped you in unwanted places while you sobbed as the man breathed in your ear. “Your lucky we promised to give you unharmed, otherwise, you’d be a mess on the floor by now” he whispered. Bakugou heard enough, he let out a battle cry, attacking te man who was watching. He threw your captor to the wall as the other went to grab him. He made a big explosion aimed at his chest and he fell to the floor unconscious. Bakugou took some rope and tied them up. He texted Kirishima and told him to tel the police, as well as giving the address. 

He walked over to you, mumbling about how the kidnappers were weaklings. He untied you and took off your blindfold. You were still shaken up, and still had tears on your cheeks. “B-Bakugou?” you asked, your voice hoarse as they deprived you of any water. 

“Yeah it’s me” his husky voice said quietly. “You see how easy it is for them to nullify your quirk? Damn, you really need someone to protect you.” He smirked to himself as he planted the idea in your mind. You shuddered and realized he was right. You looked at him as he finished untying the ropes on your ankles. His eyes met your teary ones, “w-will you protect me?”

Bingo. He got you. The corner of his lips tugged up, a smirk disguised as a comforting smile, “of course” he said as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You leaned into his touch as he took in the fact that you were now his. He got up and carried you bridal style. You snuggled up to his chest as he carried you to your house. He set you on your living room couch and turned to leave. You grabbed his arm. “I don’t wanna be here by myself” you whimpered.

“What about your parents?” he knew you didn’t have any. Both were divorced and lived in a different country, they sent you money to support yourself. He found this out while going through your laptop when he visited your room at night.

“They aren’t with me. Can I stay with you?” You looked up at him. 

“Let me just ask my parents” he stepped away and made a phone call. On the other line his mother was fuming, asking where he was an what he was doing. He admitted to saving you and told them you had a weird mental shock thing and asked for him to take you home with him. His mom sighed and said that at least he took action, being an upcoming hero and all. His father got on the phone and said you could stay as long as you needed. He hung up soon after and went to you. 

You were still shaking as he relayed the good news, “they said you can stay as long as you want” he said stroking your arm. You smiled a little, and stood up, “Thanks, Bakugou. I’ll go get some clothes.”

“Katsuki,” he told you, “Call me Katsuki”

You felt giddy as you walked to your bedroom and invited him in. You were picking up some clothes as he layed on your bed. You assume he was tired but he was anything but. He was never able to do this as you were asleep when he visited. He inhaled your pillows and took in your scent, he even slightly ground his hips on the mattress. He sat up when you said that you got your pajamas and uniform for the next day. and he helped you carry them as you walked to his house. You clung onto him on the way there and he couldn’t be happier.

You reached his house and he opened the door. His parents were waiting for them and as soon as you stepped in, his parents went to talk to you. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” his mom asked, concerned

“Yes, Ms. Bakugou” you replied shyly. She thought your were the cutest thing ever.

“Alright then, we have a guest room right over there, Mistuki will help you get settled in” his dad told you

Your body refused to move to the room as you slowly backed up to Bakugou. “Um, if you d-don’t mind I-I’d like to sleep w-with K-Katsuki” you blushed as you asked. They looked to him as he looked at you and you decided he cared enough for you to stay with him. “As long as there’s no funny business” his mom clarified.

You face got redder, “O-Of course!” you squeaked. 

They motioned for you to go with him up to his room. You followed him, clinging onto his arm once again. He showed you to his room and to his bathroom. He let you take a shower and get changed as he got changed in his own room. He sighed contently, you may have endured some discomfort but everything’s fine now, now you were with him. You’d be happy with him, live with him, be safe with him.

You opened his door and found him sitting on his bed. He scooted to the side, making space for you. He asked if you wanted dinner but you refused, claiming you were too tired and wanted to sleep. He lied down next to you and you looked away from him, “c-can I hug you?” you asked, blushing

He smirked and pulled you to his chest, resting his head on yours. You clutched onto him, feeling his arms wrap around you in a comforting embrace.

“Katsuki?”

“Hm?”

“I’m thinking of leaving the hero course”

He smirked, “oh?”

“They’ll understand, wont they?”

“Of course they will.”

“And then, can I move in with you?”

He gasped, he didn’t know how easy this was gonna be. You looked up at him and met his eyes, “Katuski?”

“Oh yeah, of course you can. My parents will understand. Then I can protect you”

You smiled at him, “I love you, Katsuki”

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Yandere!Hawks x Broken!Reader

Summary: Hawks regrets breaking you.

Warnings: yandere themes, injury mentions, blood mentions, physical and emotional abuse mentions, suicidal ideation, attempt mentions, forced captivity

Word count: 1.1k

The cool glass pressed against your forehead. The nightlife never got boring from up here. The lavish apartment Keigo had kept you in was dark, dinner ice cold on the table by now. He’d warned you it was going to be late by the time he got home, but you decided to wait nonetheless.

He would’ve expected dinner at 6 anyway, late or not. The cameras still watching your every move. You had prepared dinner, as usual, the routine he’d molded you to fit, it was something Keigo credited to you becoming a perfect housewife.

You hated it.

Your previous attempt at finally being free of the cage he’d put you in still throbbed. You were—quite literally—caged in like a common parakeet. It didn’t help that he called you “dove” either. Now, you couldn’t even really breathe properly without threatening to pop the stitches in your back.

You could feel the gashes stretching as you leaned forward against your knees. Keigo’s handiwork serving as a blatant reminder that if you were going to try and fly away, you would have your wings clipped.

Not that you ever had wings in the first place, nor the ability to fly. However, diving headfirst off the balcony was enough of an 'escape' attempt for him to punish you. Two deep gashes on either side of your spine, held together by string and pain. The marks were a reminder that death as a freedom was torn away, the pain being more than you could ever handle.

You couldn’t get out of bed for two days post punishment, the bruises from the beatings adding on to your pain. Keigo made sure to smother you with kisses and care before returning to work, a reminder that his punishment was "for the best".

You didn’t want to try and escape again. Besides, a bird without wings had no reason to leave the cage, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a thump on the balcony. A familiar jingle of keys and a jiggle of the door handle, and suddenly he was home.

“Hey there, little dove,” Keigo chirped, discarding his gloves and jacket on the dining chair. His eyes surveyed you, then the room, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner, since it’s probably cold, do you wanna order takeout?”

You stayed quiet, he’d never offered to order anything, always insisting you should cook. Was this a trick?

When you didn’t answer, Keigo strode across the room until he was in front of you. His hand was placed firmly under your chin, yanking your jaw up to meet his gaze.

His hardened features suddenly went soft.

Keigo searched your face for any sign of defiance, any hint that you’d try to hurt him, or yourself, but there was none of that.

“Dove,” Keigo started, “I asked you a question.”

You swallowed roughly, struggling against the position he was holding you in.

“I-it’s ok, I can just remake it.” You offered, trying to push yourself up and off the windowsill.

As soon as you stood he stopped you firmly by your shoulders, still searching your face, your body. To him, something wasn’t right.

“What’s up with you?” He asked blatantly.

You froze, was this another trick question?

“I..” you started, not being able to tear your eyes away from his gaze, “I’m just hurting.”

You answered honestly, not sure if that was what he wanted to hear.

He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, making you wince.

“It’s ok if you don’t make dinner tonight, dove, we can order in Chinese food or something. A new restaurant just opened up down the street, would you like to try that place?.” He asked softly.

It was your turn to search his face for any hesitation, any sign this was a trick, but there was nothing.

You slowly leaned into his chest, searching for warmth, for any hint of love that would show you he wasn’t upset with you.

Keigo gently wrapped his arms around your waist, careful not to hurt your back any further. This softness was your answer. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

In his mind, Keigo felt bad. Images of you screaming and crying under him as he used his own feathers to cut into your back, only minutes after he had laid several strikes on your entire body. He remembered your sobs for hours after your punishment. Rocking back and forth while he stitched you up and bandaged you until you cried yourself to sleep. Today marked one week since it happened.

Keigo could sense a change in your demeanor since the moment it happened. You were more submissive now. He didn't have to ask you to clean up or make dinner anymore. It was done without asking, often better than he expected.

You clung to him now, afraid of his next move.

"Dove," He started, pulling away from you, "I'm serious this time, we can order food. I know you're not feeling well."

"Keigo, it's fine-"

"Y/n." He shushed you once more. "It's ok."

You accepted defeat, realizing he wasn't going to let up.

"I'll order as soon as we clean you up." His hands slipped under your jacket, tracing over the wounds.

Taking your hands, he gently pulled you towards your shared bedroom. You were instructed to lay face down on the bed, removing your jacket to reveal the array of bandages underneath.

Keigo sent his feathers to retrieve medical supplies while he cut the old bandages off your body.

Both of you were silent as he carefully cleaned up some of the stitching and dried blood. God there was just so much it felt like you were coated in a thick layer of it. It was painful, too. Dealing with gashes that large and so many bruises had Keigo wincing at the sight of his work.

He also took into account how many times you whimpered or winced at his touch. No doubt about it, you really were in pain, so much pain. As he finished rebandaging your back, he took into account the dark bruises that had yet to show any signs of improvement. God, how hard did he hit you?

You didn't really move as Keigo put away the supplies and walked around the bed, laying on the sheets with you. He was on his side, wings hanging off the bed as you stared at each other.

You didn't even notice you were crying until he frowned at you. He pulled you into him gently, letting you cry out whatever you were feeling.

Internally, he hated himself. Keigo didn’t like this new you. There was no fire inside you anymore. He was happy to have a housewife, but not at the cost of you losing yourself.

Keigo wept silently as he held you, realizing how badly he had broken you.

He never intended it to be like this.

That's What You Get (Yandere!Hawks x Pregnant!Reader)

SERIOUS WARNING: This is an extremely disturbing read with themes and topics that include: suicidal tendencies, cursing, verbal abuse, blood, self-harm, infantilism, forced pregnancy, purposeful miscarriage, descriptions of gore, physical abuse and mentions of rape.

Please read with caution as you have been warned of the heavy subjects present in this story.

You wondered to yourself what you did to deserve all of this.

What god had decided to push all their anger unto your poor, unfortunate soul with such mercilessness?

What events led you to meeting a red-winged devil pretending to be an angel?

A hot hand grabbed at your hand without warning, yanking it away from your mouth. A trail of bloodied saliva followed and you only then noticed the familiar taste of blood on your tongue.

"Can you fucking stop?" Dabi hissed, turquoise eyes glaring deep into your hazed ones. "Do you want Hawks to lose his shit again?"

Yes, is what you wanted to say. You wanted Hawks to watch as you bit into your fingers with little thought. You wanted him to see how numb you were from all his abuse. You wanted him to know that he did this.

He was the reason you were broken now.

You didn't answer his question or even bother to truly look at him, only bringing your other hand to your mouth and biting down.

Your nail cracked against your teeth and felt slight satisfaction when Dabi cursed again and had to grab both your hands to keep you from doing any further damage to yourself.

"God dammnit, Y/N!" He growled, grabbing the attention of nearby league members scattered about the hideout. "Can someone please take this stupid bitch? I am not babysitting that hero's fuck doll today!"

Entering the room with a long sigh, Mr. Compress switched places with the purple-skinned villain, a first aid kit in tow.

When Dabi exited from the room, a dry chuckle left you but disappeared just as quickly as it came.

That's how most feelings worked for you now. They'd come and go. You were never allowed to truly feel anything for longer than 10 seconds.

Compress eyed you disappointingly, "It's not funny, Y/N." He scolded as he began to wrap your fingers, "Hawks told you to take better care of yourself. The more you put yourself at risk, the harder this pregnancy will be in the long run.

You stilled at that, nausea rising to your throat at the painful memories of Hawks holding you down against the cold, tiled floor and his warm, smooth cum filling your bruised cunt to the brim despite your cries.

That was followed by many more nights painted the same way.

A month later, you found out you were pregnant after Hawks had tested your toilet water.

The bastard was happier than ever but that happiness went right out the window when he caught you attempting to throw yourself down a set of stairs later that day. You'd even looked him in the eyes as you'd started to fall.

It was too bad that he'd caught you. That fall definitely would've done the trick.

After numerous other attempts, the hero finally decided that while he was gone, someone had to be with you at all times for both you and the baby's parasite's protection.

"Done-" Compress finished wrapping the bandages around you fingers, "-Have you eaten lunch yet?"

No, you hadn't. You hadn't moved from your curled position on the couch since Hawks left way earlier that morning.

To please Compress, you ate a few bites of what he made you and sipped some of the soup Hawks had packed for you.

Soon, you were back in your corner of the couch, filling in the permanent dent that you’d made from sitting there for so long.

You shivered as you hugged yourself.

Despite wearing a sweater and leggings with thick socks, you always felt so cold. Even if you were sweating, you were still cold.

You wondered why that was.

And now that you were left alone with your thoughts, you began to wonder other things.

Was your family regretting giving you to Hawks?

How long had it been since you'd seen them?

Did they even care?

What would they think if you escaped now and showed up pregnant?

Would they even believe you if you told them what Hawks did?

They’d probably think you were a slut.

A good for nothing whore that would do anything to get money.

Your head felt like it was about to explode.

Everything felt so meaningless now.

Why did this happen to you? Why couldn't you get control of your life again?

You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the small hump that would soon be bigger and heavier in just a few months.

And then you'd have to push it out while it tore your pussy apart. Then you'd have to heal for who knows how long, taking care of a screaming, shitting lump while Hawks goes out and lives however he pleases.

As he always has.

...

Were you really supposed to just sit here and accept that?

That's what Hawks wanted you to do.

But how the hell could you?

"Baby, I'm back!" Hawks beamed as he walked up to you, stealing a kiss to your cheek. His smiled faded slightly, however, when he saw your bandaged fingers, "Aw, (Y/N), were you biting your fingers again?"

You didn't answer. You never really did anymore, much to his annoyance.

He sighed deeply and turned to Compress, asking him about how you'd done throughout the day. His expression only soured further at the villain's words and he glanced down at you with unimpressed eyes.

"Alright, thank you guys again for watching her-" He picked you up bridal style, "We'll be back next week as discussed."

The flight home was eerily quiet. You could tell that Hawks was upset with you. But he couldn't be nearly as upset as you were. But you knew he never thought about how you felt.

Everything was always about him.

When you both got home to his condominium, he sat you on the couch, unwrapping and examining your damaged fingers.

His lips were downturned and his brows were furrowed. His golden eyes weren't as bright as they'd been previously.

He wasn't happy with you at all.

Good.

His face made you giddy for some reason and you couldn't stop the corners of your lips from twitching upwards. It was so great that you could almost laugh with genuine joy.

Hawks' snapped his eyes up to you with wide, unbelieving eyes.

Shit, you must've laughed without realizing it.

No, wait.

You were crying.

"Oh, (Y/N), it's alright.” He cooed, “I know you'll do better for me and the baby next time, right?" That was a threat and you felt your mood plunge at the mention of the baby parasite resting in you. "Right?"

"Yeah..." You mumbled robotically. You could give less shits about the baby.

Hawks wasn't happy with how you'd responded but shrugged it off with a mumble of 'pregnancy hormones' and started to make dinner.

Ever since he’d found out you were pregnant, he made you take it easy. No unnecessary movement, as he liked to phrase it.

“So…” Keigo started, washing some rice in a bowl, “you’ve got your first appointment coming up next week. How’d’ya feel?”

You touched your growing stomach underneath your loose t-shirt. Was it really time for that?

No, no this couldn’t be.

If Hawks made you wait too long, you won’t be able to get rid of it and then you’ll really be stuck.

Nausea came back full force and you retched aloud, stomach curling. You turned away from the table and threw up the little bit of lunch you’d had earlier.

Keigo was by your side in a flash, rubbing your back when you continued to retch and gag.

“The morning sickness is becoming more frequent now, huh?” He asked, “Here, rinse your mouth with some water.” His feathers brought over a small cup of water and a bowl for you to spit into.

After rinsing your mouth out, you glanced up at Keigo, something you hadn’t done in a long time and saw how he visibly brightened when you did so.

“Please, Kei… I don’t-I don’t want this.” You told him honestly, your voice heavy with misery.

He instantly frowned at that, lips turning downwards and eyes going sharp, “What did I tell you about talking like that, (Y/N)? What the hell is wrong with you?!” He snapped, feathers shaking.

You stared at him as if he weren’t there and shrugged, “I guess you won’t know until the baby’s dead.”

“You don’t mean that.” He seemed to be telling himself that because deep down… deep down he knew that you meant it. “(Y/N), you don’t mean that.”

You felt the corners of your mouth lift again, “I’m not going to my first appointment because there will be no baby. Hell, there weren’t even be a (Y/N) to take to the appointment.” Now you were really smiling, no more tears to give.

Hawks feathers shook more, a hopeless look graced his features as he brought a hand to his mouth, “(Y/N), I-“ He looked away from your wide smile and void eyes, he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, “What is happening to you? A baby is supposed to make you happy! Why isn’t this working?”

He walked away without another word, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

A burning smell caught your attention and you stepped over your vomit puddle to turn off the chicken he was cooking on the stove.

You took the pan off the still hot burner and placed it on the back one.

If only a burn could kill you.

A glint in your peripheral vision caught your eye and you snapped your head towards the sink. Your eyes widened.

There, like the forbidden fruit, sat a large kitchen knife. You realized Keigo must’ve left it when he was arguing with you.

Now was your chance.

You gripped the knife in both your hands.

You hadn’t seen a knife in so long. Keigo had locked them up when you started ‘acting up’.

You lifted it above your head.

Deep breath in.

Hold it.

You swiftly brought the knife down into your stomach. It slid right in like butter and you surprisingly didn’t feel anything.

With a shaky breath, you looked down and stumbled awkwardly as you struggled to pull the knife back out.

Blood started to soak your t-shirt and stain it dark red. A metallic smell clung to the air and you raised the knife above your head again.

This was easier than you’d thought.

You brought the knife down at an angle and groaned, the pressure of your stab felt like a punch.

One more stab should do the trick.

“(Y/N), I got off the phone with your pediatrician,” Keigo started from the bedroom you both shared, “Turns out, you’re just going through a pregnancy depr- (Y/N)!” He screamed seeing the blood on the ground.

Feathers shot towards you and you smiled wildly as you were pinned to the ground.

Keigo turned you on your side and you let go of the knife, letting it stay in your stomach.

There was no need to do anything else. You’d gotten rid of it for good.

He sobbed loudly in your face, his eyes screaming with despair. He didn’t even recognize you anymore, just like how you hadn’t recognized him for a long time now.

His screams of why were only met with one answer.

“Because, that’s what you get.”

i don’t know if you’re still doing the yandere prompts but i’d love to see quote 35 with hawks!

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Quote: I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to. Warnings: predator/prey, kidnapping, mutilation, mild gore and blood, Stockholm, yandere Note: This is pretty dark, so mind the warnings.

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Your breath comes out in panting gasps as you run through the streets, away from the pro hero known as Hawks. You used to look up to him as the perfect example of what a pro hero should be, until he snatched you from the streets. You don’t even know how long he’s had you, but you know it must be a long time.

You can feel your sanity slipping more and more each day, the siren call of just giving up and letting Hawks do what he wants getting more and more powerful. You knew you had to do something drastic before you completely lost yourself.

So when you saw a small opening in his defenses, an unlocked window, you decided to take it. You climbed out the window, went down the fire escape, and started running. You haven’t looked back since, and you’ve seen no sign of Hawks. You desperately hope you have the time to get far away before he realizes you're gone.

But that hope is dashed as you hear the sound that causes your blood to run cold. The sound of wings, flapping overhead. You increase your speed, knowing that it’s futile, but too stubborn not to try. But something instantly collides against you from above, causing you to be thrown to the pavement.

You lift yourself up enough to glance behind you and see Hawks, looking at you with cold fury. The normally happy go lucky hero has let his true side peek out, the darkness showing in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, little bird,” he coos at you as he begins to slowly walk towards you. “Flying out of your cage the second you saw the opportunity. I am disappointed in you.”

“Please Hawks,” you begin to try and reason with him before you’re abruptly cut off.

“You know what you’re supposed to call me, don’t you?” His tone turns dangerous, his expression calculating.

“Keigo, please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, a tear sliding down your face.

“I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to,” he sighs and shakes his head, his expression pained.

You start to try and crawl away, only to be grabbed by your ankle and forcibly dragged back to Hawks. He shoves you back down on the pavement as his hand goes behind him to grab something.

Your expression is confused as you see him pull out a feather, but you quickly realize what he intends to do as he rolls your pants leg up and presses the feather against your skin.

Before you have time to even make a noise of protest, he slices through the back of your right ankle. You scream as you hear a snap and white hot agony flares outwards from the area. Your Achilles tendon, your mind finally supplies, he cut your Achilles tendon.

The pain drifts away to a dull throbbing as Hawks holds your foot still, watching the blood drip down onto the pavement from a hideous looking wound, and you glance up to see him smiling at you. “I told you that you’re my sunshine,” he says softly, reaching out to cup your face. “I could have severed it all the way through, but I didn’t.”

His hand trails down your face to wrap gently around your neck, squeezing lightly before running his fingers over the soft skin there. “If I had severed it, you might never have recovered. And now, I get to take care of you for a while.” He gives you a soft smile. “You’ll let me, won’t you little bird?”

Maybe he really isn’t so bad, you think. This could have been so much worse. He could have crippled that leg for good, could have cut parts of you off like it was nothing. But he only did something that would heal eventually, and he’s going to take care of you too.

“Of course I’ll let you, Keigo.” You finally smile at him.

His face turns radiant, the smile making his eyes shine with happiness, and you find yourself glad that you put that look on his face.

“And you love me, don’t you little bird?” He pulls you in for a heated kiss, before drawing back just enough to look into your eyes as he waits for your answer.

“Of course I love you, Keigo,” you whisper quietly.

He stands up and gently picks you up, bridal carry style. “Then let’s get you home.”

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I've been a sucker for Poly Dabihawks/hotwings, so can I request poly dabihawks NSFW with a female darling who escaped and almost told the cops what happened but hawks just tells the cops she's drunk, they'd believe the number 2 hero more than some civilian, right? Can you make it 🍥 with collar and leash kink, hair pulling, and sadisim with burns and stuff?

AAA, I love the burnt chicken pair. And of course you can request that!

Shouldn’t have done that 🍥 🎂 🍮

MASTERLIST

Word count: 5k

Contents: Yan!Poly!DabiHawks punishing fem!darling who escapes.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NON CON, PUNISHMENTS, MANIPULATION, HEAVY SADISM, BURNING, LEASH AND COLLARING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, FEM!DARLING, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, ORAL (GIVING), BRANDING.

You don’t know how much time you’ve been trapped here, considering that you had no contact with the outside world. The television doesn’t have a news channel for some reason, so you can’t figure out if the world knows you’re still alive, if the world still cares about getting you back to safety.

Tears pool at your eyes, you know Dabi will be angry if he sees you crying again. You don’t want to piss him off, he scares you. And you know that if Keigo sees you crying he’ll force cuddle you, he’ll force you to talk to him about why you are crying, and if you tell him that its because you miss the outside he’ll be the one that's pissed off.

You hiccup heavily, but something inside you sparks when you feel a current of cold air hit your back. Your breath hitches, and you run outside of your room towards the kitchen, where the backdoor is.

Its open.

Its open.

Its a trap.

Or is it?

You step outside for a second, barefooted and feeling the warm sun hit your face. You giggle at it, you’ve missed this so much, tears quickly find their way in your eyes again. 

You take another step, and another, and another, and yet another one. You start walking, getting away from the house of nightmares. You walk faster, trying to find somewhere safe, somewhere you can run to, a friends house, a family members house, something, anything. You start running, the smallest of sounds feeding your paranoia of both men running to catch you. 

You run, not caring about the curious looks of people around you. You don’t care, you need to run, you need to hide, you need to find someone who helps you. You look around, you look at the sky for the menacing silhouette of one of your captors, circling around you like a vulture at a dead animal.

You run again, your feet are burning but there’s nothing you care about except running away. There’s no compassion, nobody offers to help you, nobody offers to lend you a hand, to ask if you’re okay, this feels you with rage, but also with fear.

You keep running away, trying to find a familiar face, maybe an old teacher that you had on high school, maybe a pro-hero that wasn’t completely insane, maybe a friend you hadn’t talked to before your disappearance, that aunt you didn’t see often, the old man that sold you vegetables on the weekends, your boss, a co-worker, anything, anyone, please.

And then you saw it, a police officer. A person who could empathize with you, a person who was also quirk less and could see how to help you.

Hawks enters the house, chirping happily. He brought you your favorite food since he has seen you a bit down this last couple of days and he wants to chirp you up.

“Hey, duckling! I have a surprise for you” he places the takeout bags on the kitchen counter, curious about the fact that there’s not a single sound on the house.

‘Maybe she’s asleep’ he thinks, stepping towards the room. He doesn’t find you there ‘maybe Dabi took her somewhere, I’ll call him’ he thinks again, trying not to panic. He dials the number, the scarred man picking up quickly “ ‘sup, birdbrain?” he asks “everything alright?” 

“Is y/n with you?”

“Why would I take her with me? its not ´bring your baby to work’ day” he says sarcastically, picking up what was wrong in the situation “she’s hiding, Hawks. Don’t worry, she’s hiding on the cabinets again, I’m sure. I’ll come back there, c’mon wait for me” 

“Fine, hurry up” he sighs, hanging up, maybe he’s right, you must be hiding. He’ll let you stay there for a moment, if you come out before Dabi gets here he’ll negotiate something so you don’t get punished. 

And he gets there quick, entering the house panting. “Did she come out?” he asks trying to catch his breath, Keigo shakes his head. Dabi sighs heavily “c’mon y/n, its not funny” he yells towards nowhere “we won’t punish you, doll. Its alright” he’s telling the truth, he can understand why you’re afraid, maybe you broke a plate, maybe you spilled some water, maybe you did something stupid and you’re scared “baby, we’re gonna find you anyways, so come ou-” he can’t finish the sentence, the backdoor of the kitchen opening.

He had to fix the lock, Hawks told him.

Well shit.

Hawks doesn’t even tell him, flying out the door towards the city. You ran away, its alright, maybe you were going to tell them, maybe you were gonna buy something, maybe someone broke in and you were trying to run to safety. 

But he’s boiling in anger when he finds you, you’re trying to reach a police officer. But not so fast, he scoots you in his arms in the blink of an eye, not even giving you a chance to get anywhere near safety.

“What the hell are you doing?” his eyes are sharper than usual, and his voice is stern “better have a good explanation for this” he hisses, lifting you up high “you’re in big trouble, y/n” he keeps talking “this is probably the single most stupidest thing you could have done in your life time” he rushes towards the house “what I’m saying is...” he opens the door and uses one of his feathers to push you inside “you shouldn’t have done that”.

Dabi receives you, is usual mischievous grin is gone, it makes you shiver. He sits you down on the couch, you try to run towards your room, to hide from them, a burning hand stops you. You yell and cover your face in a reflex, Dabi can almost pity you, but that won’t stop him from doing to what he has planned.

“Well, explain yourself” he stands there with his arms closed, cocking a brow while Keigo locks all of the doors. He forces you to sit down on the couch, you’re sobbing and shaking. He has to control the urge to comfort you, to let you cry in his big strong arms while birdbrain scolds you. But he can’t do that, you fucked up big time, and you don’t deserve the treatment he wishes to give you.

You can’t explain anything you did, and you don’t even regret doing it. If only you had told the cops you would be safe by now, that's the only thing you regret about this whole situation. You sob heavily, hyperventilating and trying to find a way to demand them to let you go, tell them how much you despise them, how much you hate that stupidly kind and warm smile Keigo gives you every morning, how much you want to puke every time Dabi calls you a sweet pet name.

“I hate you!” you bark at them, red eyed and completely contrary to your docile and meek attitude. Hawks’ wings puff up, making him look more menacing than before, his eyes sharpen. And one his feathers places at your throat, sharp and ready to slice it open. Your breath hitches, you still bend and break as easily as before. He removes it from there, not a single wound on your body.

Yet.

Dabi can feel sadness and anger accumulate inside him, he grabs a handful of your hair. You yell, you scream, you plead for him to let you go, that you didn’t mean it, that you are sorry.

“You dirty fucking liar” he hisses, his grip on your hair is hard and unescapable, he throws you to the ground, your scalp hurts  and tears pool at your eyes. You hear something unbuckle, and your previously closed eyes open wide at the sound, is he going to hit you with his belt?

He sits down, still holding you in place with his hand. If you try to struggle he will hurt you badly, so you only await for what's prepared for you. He pushes his pants down, not all the way, just enough to let his semi-hard cock peek. You start crying now. Your knees are bruised from falling down forcefully, you would expect the blonde to stop him, to tell him that what he is doing is wrong and that they are the ones that should apologize.

But that moment never comes.

Dabi uses the already hard grip on your hair to pull you closer to the head of his cock, your nose and lips touch the thick length and you have to contain the urge to puke at the sight of that pierced dick in front of you. Its bigger than average and you know it, you can see little white hairs growing at his lower abdomen. Its seems hygienic enough, but you just can’t help but be so disgusted about it, maybe its because of the person carrying it.

Keigo smirks, already knowing what Dabi has in mind just by the sight of you being forced on his cock, you open your mouth reluctantly, but he shoves his length inside you quickly, making your eyes crystalize as you gag down on that piece of meat. He gets closer to you, not saying a word, just slowly unbuckling his belt as well. Dabi looks at his golden eyes, sharing a mutual pleasure of finally getting a taste of you.

They had contained themselves, wanting your first time with them to be consensual and loving, but it seems like plans have changed. Dabi pulls your hair as he pulls your mouth away from his cock, instead forcing you closer to Keigo’s. “C’mon, please him” he orders, you don’t say anything. Your eyes reflect the most anger they had ever seen someone had “be a good pet” your eyes open wide and your brows furrow “I don’t want to” you say in a thread of voice, Dabi chuckles gravely “that was an order, not a request” he says, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You open your mouth again, Dabi lets go for a second, letting birdbrain take control of the pace he is going to fuck your mouth with, you try to escape, instead earning a slap on your face, its feels as if you’ve been hit with a hot iron, you cry harder, but none of them comfort you, instead a soft hand pulls harshly at your hair. He inserts his length all the way into your mouth, neatly trimmed blonde pubic hairs tickle at your nose, but the fast pace he fucks your mouth at doesn’t allow you to focus enough on that. You’re tempted to bite down at his length, to chop it and make a bloody mess, would he kill you if you did? Was it worth it to taste your luck like that?

You decide its not, only sucking and pleasing that winged psychopath. “Gonna fill your throat so good” he groans, you internally plead that he doesn’t cum on your mouth, you just hope that he will have the mercy to not stain your insides with his filthy cum. “Watcha’ say? I wanna se her pretty little face covered in cum” he invites Dabi to join on his malicious plan, you want to scream. But when the scarred man joins him stoking his cock, and you feel him pull out, your face gets covered in cum as you gasp for the air that your lungs where craving. Sticky, hot ropes of thick white liquid stain your lashes, nose, lips, temples and every part they can reach. Those monsters on top of you have the audacity to laugh at your teary eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry birdie” Keigo pets your hair, you tense “you owed us this for what you just did, and I think you owe us even more” he whispers the last sentence, this time you tremble.

“Go clean yourself up, whore” Dabi instructs, pulling his pants up and searching for a cigarrette to smoke. You can’t move, instead hugging yourself while tears run down your cheeks. He pulls your hair again, forcing you to stand up. You cry and scream for him to let go “don’t piss me off more, go do what I told you” his eyes narrow “Or are you that dumb of a mutt that you need us to do it? Is that it? Are you just a stupid useless bitch that needs their masters to help them behave?” he asks, you kick and scream trying to free of his grip. Its a pitiful scene, your face is covered in cum and your hair is messy, your eyes and lips are puffy. He smiles at how much power he has over you “well then you should have told us” his smirk grows “we’re always happy to discipline a bad little doggy”.

You only cry and beg him to let go, you’re abruptly thrown to the ground, you curl upon yourself. Trying to catch your breath. You lift up your dress and use the skirt to clean the things that cover your face. You look at the remains attached to your skirt, and you almost gag at how disgusted you feel. Its horrible, you regret every part of this god awful day.

You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t run away, if you compliantly waited for Hawks to get home and told him in a soft voice “I think Dabi left the door open by accident, Keigo”. He would frown and ruffle your hair, and kiss your cheek “its okay, birdie. I’ll fix it in no time”. He would use his feathers to do the job, he would fix it in no time and would feed you with whatever those take out boxes had inside. It would be a nice day, he would let you watch television while cuddling with him. When Dabi came home Keigo would scold him, you would giggle at their fight without them noticing.

“Stupid burnt piece of shit! You left the door open, what if something happened to y/n?? What if someone entered and took her away? You’re lucky they waited for me to get here and fix it”

“Well, you could have closed the door yourself, not my fucking fault” he would smirk as he exhales smoke purposefully on Keigo’s face.

You would kindly ask them to stop fighting, Dabi would sigh and kiss your forehead “don’t worry doll, I won’t kill this stupid bird man” he would smile “yet” he would whisper high enough for Keigo to hear, you would giggle again, this time he notices. His blush and anger disappearing and being replaced with a soft smile.

Maybe if things had been different this situation wouldn’t be happening. They would lovingly caress your body, Keigo would place some soft kisses on your shoulders while hugging you from behind, you would feel his pretty cock rubbing at your back and ass. Dabi would place his thick warm fingers inside you, spreading you open as he coos how pretty you look all flustered.

Keigo would help Dabi force his cock in while he is inside, taking you both at the same time. Your glistening pussy stretched out so lovingly that all of the pain of the double penetration would be forgotten. A sweet night of love making.

But that day would never come, not since you did this.

That’s the worse part, you could have avoided this and you knew, but still chose to obey that primal and irrational part of your brain, Did you even stand a chance of getting away? Would the number two hero leave you alone? Would he even be arrested? As you analyze the situation further you realize how much of a mistake you have made, how wrong it was to do this, how bad you had fucked up.

“I’m sorry” you mumble, hoping it would make things right “you should be” Dabi answers. Hawks seems to have disappeared, you can’t feel his presence nor hear his voice. Quickly there’s a sound at the door, Hawks drops a bag on the ground. Dabi stands up, inspecting what he bought with a smile.

The blonde uses one of his feathers to lift you up and bring you close to both of them. He uses both of his hands to hold you in place, not that you would have tried to run anyways, the burning feeling on your cheek reminds you that you should stay still. “Since you wanted to be a disobedient mutt so bad we bought you this” Dabi smiles, placing something on your neck. You know what it its, and you can’t believe this is happening to you. A collar, pastel pink, with little hearts to make the illusion of spikes, the shackle is also heart shaped, its bigger and it seems it has been designed for a matching leash.

Hawks lets go of you, a feather on your throat reminding you yet again to not do anything stupid. He places the matching leash on the shackle, he lets you hold the leather piece on your hands, its pastel pink as well, it has your name branded on it. You look at it with pure horror, not knowing what to do or say, your eyes tear up again as Dabi snatches the leash away from your hands, he pulls at it without a warning making you trip, he catches you in his arms before you fall “careful” he teases, and you contain the urge to fall on his arms completely, to let go and just give them the opportunity to take all of you for themselves just like they wanted, to own your body, mind and soul in exchange of a gentle treatment, of a warm bath and a nice meal. But you don’t, you tremble in his arms as he chuckles again “such a little cry baby” he says, he makes you fall to your knees. And both of them are standing tall in front of you, menacing and completely over powering yourself.

“C’mon, mutt” a deep voice gets you out of your mind, startled you look at them “give us a show, you still owe us something for doing that” Keigo smiles, he tugs at the leash, making you remain on all fours. You don’t really know what to do, there’s nothing you can say, only breathing heavily as you start to panic. But they don’t give you time for that, he tugs at the leash again, and your brain engines start to slowly function “you want me to be your dog?” you ask with a shaky voice “yeah, and for starters: bitches don’t talk” Keigo responds, eloquently as always “so better start acting like one and bark” he says. You start crying “I don’t want to! You can’t make me!” you protests, but earn another wave of laughter at you “Aw, we can’t? Pretty sure there’s a million ways we can break you” Dabi hisses with a smile “so... are you gonna cooperate? Or do we have to give you a little incentive?” that last word makes you feel a fear you have never felt. You don’t want to find out what kind of incentive they’re referring to. It could be violence, it could be drugs.

It could be the death of you.

You gather all of your strength, you gather all of your will ‘I won’t break, I won’t break, I won’t break!!!!’ your mind tells you to run, to fight, to find a weapon, but it also yells, it yells ‘be compliant, be nice, be obedient and maybe you won’t get hurt, and maybe things will go back to normal’ and you decide to listen to that part of your brain, its rational, its something that could work. And so you crawl on all fours closer to them, you’re blushing, you’re crying.

And you’re barking.

You bark, you wiggle your ass in lack of a tail, your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as you pant, hoping its good enough. And it pleases them, watching you loose all of your dignity to make them feel happy, to keep your integrity. Are you enjoying yourself while doing it? Probably not, and that awakes something dark in the back of their heads. 

Still, they just watch you put up that pathetic show in front of them, its not even arousing to them, just funny to watch. And they wonder, should they have resorted to breaking you like this a long time ago? Probably not, you weren’t actively disobeying or disrespecting them. But in the back of their heads there’s something that tells them that they should have. Is it curiosity? Or that morbid feeling that accompanies it? There’s just something that they were craving from you and maybe this was what they wanted. 

You stop, sobbing heavily and covering your face with your hands. They already saw you cry, but there’s something in here that makes you feel more vulnerable, is it the fact that your skirt is covered in their semen? That your face has the hand print of one of them? Or is it the fear that Keigo will actually slice your throat open this time? You don’t really want to find out, you don’t really want to know what is it that you fear so much this time.

It just feels so different, you were already afraid, you were already scared, terrified even, of what they could do to you. You were prepared for anything because of this, to get robbed, sold, raped, anything remotely bad that could happen to you. You were already mentalized for it, just not this, anything but this.

It wasn’t the sexual aspect of it that disgusted you so much, it was how vulnerable it made you feel, how naked you feel, how exposed, how deprived of any free will you have been ever since this whole thing started. And it was the guilt, you were feeling guilty about doing this, not only because of the punishment you were receiving, because of what you did. Was this the start of Stockholm syndrome? Maybe it was, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because you could see the sadness in Keigo’s eyes whenever you assumed the bitter memory of you escaping and almost telling someone came back to his head. Because you could see how Dabi wanted to stop this and comfort you, you could see it in his body language, how he bit his lip harshly at the sight of you on the floor, with a slap mark that he caused.

You were guilty because you caused them pain, you caused them harm. Were you the one to blame for this? You didn’t really know, it was all so confusing. 

And you heard them sigh, one of them at least. There wasn’t a tug at the leash, just a pet to your head. You looked upwards, facing the black haired man giving you a warm smile, you cried again, your  lip wobbling as you hugged his legs. “I’m sorry!” you screamed, because you were. 

Hawks was crying to, he hated to cause you pain, and he knew Dabi did as well. It left a bitter taste on their mouth, considering how much they were harmed as children and even as adults, they hated to cause you any sort of pain. They were the ones feeling guilty, they just wanted to stop this.

Dabi helped you get out of your dress, tossing it away as Hawks searched for something more comfortable to put you on. You were naked, but you felt less vulnerable and exposed than before. Keigo entered with an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, it looked comfortable enough. But just when he was about to help you get dressed Dabi stopped him. Keigo arched a brow, silently asking him what the fuck was he doing. 

Dabi stared at you with his ice cold eyes, wondering if what he was about to do was right. Your punishment had ended, but he still felt that he had to do it.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, loud enough for both of you to hear it. Hawks blinked twice in confusion, what was he apologizing for. But when he felt the heat emanating from his body he knew exactly what he was about to to.

And the idea didn’t sound as bad as he thought. It would only hurt for a bit, and it was worthy it. The bitter flavor on his tongue returned, and he frowned as he used his arms to bend you over and hold you in place, ass up and face down. You panicked, your breath hitching once again, you didn’t put up a fight, instead wondering when would you hear the belt unbuckling once again, and when would you feel your cunt being forced open by Dabi’s cock.

But that moment never came “please, stay still” his low baritone voice resounded in every single part of your mind. You felt heat close to your ass cheeks, and you wondered what you were about to feel, and as a hot finger started tracing something you could feel the worst pain you have ever felt. It traced a letter, you screamed, ear piercing and throat soaring scream. Hawks grip tightened, as he sent some of his feathers to hold you further in place. You tried to move your hips but it was useless, you were firmly held in the spot. You kept screaming, as he slowly traced his burning hot fingers on your soft flesh, it was as if time had stopped, painfully slow as he branded your ass. You wondered what it said, if it was something derogatory, your mind went away and then came back. Was it the sudden cold that hit the burning mark on your skin? It stinged, it burned so hard you wondered if this is what cattle felt like whenever they were marked. 

Tears rolled down your eyes, sobbing heavily as you wondered why were they doing this. Did they find joy in the enormous amount of pain you were being put through? There were so many thoughts and so many questions. Hawks’ grip softened, as he hushed your cries. They switched places, Hawks’ feathers never left the spot that they kept you trapped in, you felt something sharp now, opposed to cold in the unmarked place of your other ass cheek, you gasped when the tip of said sharp object started to dig into your skin, making you cry again, you didn’t beg them to stop, only letting him finish his already started job. You could hear him sob as he continued moving the sharp blade on your doughy skin. You cried harder, as you felt blood dripping down your thighs and exposed sex. And when he finally removed the blade after tracing a set of patterns that you couldn’t figure out entirely, but assumed were letters. You fainted, your mind left your body and you fell limp on the now stained silk linen bed sheets.

You felt so exhausted, you didn’t have any dreams on that state you were suspended in of pure nothingness. You just couldn’t feel anything, any emotions or any kind of pain were simply devoided from your already broken mind.

You woke up alone, when you tried sitting down on the bed you yelped in pain, when you tried to massage the sore region you found it to be even more painful, you curled upon yourself, breathing slow and deep in an attempt to stand up with the little strength you had. Memories from yesterday flooded your mind. Little bit of sunlight entered through the closed window, you looked outside, you weren’t were you used to be. You focused your eyes, only finding a dim sky, cloudy and dull. You sighed, there wasn’t the small patio in the back of the house as before. Instead a plain of grass and a couple of trees standing in the way of your eyesight.

You stood up, staring at the outside trying to figure out where the hell were you. You jumped in surprise when you heard someone open the door of the room.

“Hey, dove” the blonde smiled “I see you like the view” he says with a soft voice, he brings you a glass of water, your throat feels raw as you thank him. 

“Where are we?” you ask.

“Far away” he responds

Dabi enters the room shortly after, his eyes reflect pain and guilt but you don’t comment on it. 

“I want- I want to take a shower please” you say, expecting them to lead you to the bathroom “No can do, doll” Dabi answers “it will hurt badly, in about a week or so you’ll be able to, but for now you should wait” he kisses your hand, making you blush.

“Is it because-”

“Yes” he seems to not want to talk about it, you don’t insist “you’re gonna be here from now on” he states “just can’t risk you running away again” his voice lowers by the moment.

You don’t know what to say, its not like you would try to run away again, after that “I understand” you respond. Hawks smiles at this, at least you understand the situation and won’t do anything stupid.

Like yesterday.

He doesn’t even want to remember it, he feels cruel, he feels like a bad person. It must hurt, your skin was branded and carved with both of their names. But it was worth it, now you’ll never be able to escape, not without a mark of who you belong to.

Them.

Forever.

I hope you enjoy this, darling

Have a great day/night

Not the same person, but I really LOVED your Hawks x Winged!reader shot! Can I ask for some kind of spin off, where Hawks is looking after a reader(maybe getting their hairs done, or preening their feathers) and being very possessive about it, cooing what a cute birdie his Darling is, while reader tries not to panic because they dislike ppl touching their wings as a part of trauma? I'm sucker for yanderes being super creepy while doing generally sweet things.

Ah yes, I think every now and then everyone needs a reminder that their yandere is only doing things for them. Because they love them, right? That’s a really good point there, tehe (･ω<)☆ Exactly the reminder we all need in these times, thank you for requesting!! ♥I got a little off-request here because inspiration sometimes wants a different way than the request is, but I hope it’s still enjoyable!

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If being bound to chains from the walls around you really was in your best interest, you had your doubts. In fact, you had your doubts about a lot of things. Like being kidnapped, held captive in a dark room, with deadbolts keeping the door shut, and presumably, underground. Yes, your wing-quirk was rare, but not to be underestimated, and if anyone knew this, then Hawks.

The only companion you had, was that damn cuckoo clock on the wall opposite from where he held you throughout the door. The sound of the - immensely funny how Hawks found - gift was something you’d never ever forget again in your whole life. How could you? It made sure you never dozed off more than an hour before tearing you out of your much prettier, much more peaceful dreams, and you despised it for it. 

But at least, it let you know about dinnertime. The only time that Hawks more or less managed to keep up routinely. He was worse with feeding you breakfast, and lunch was almost entirely canceled with the job the hero had, but for dinner - he always said - he wanted to be home. Home with his favorite nightingale for bonding and cuddles afterwards, his idea of a relationship.

Yours… not so much.

Food was something you learned to appreciate. It helped you stay sane to have something warm between your teeth, gave you some strength to wring with your captor for the space you needed afterwards. But Hawks- no, Keigo’s views on how you two should hang out, not only differed from yours but also, any you knew ‘normal’ couples did. Then again, what was normal when your partner was a madman?

As much as you resented the cuckoo for its loud, annoying screams of time, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you’d be let down from your wall prison, able to move your wrists without the metallic clanking against your ears again. Even with two large wings, you were glad to be put back onto your feet, the strain on your wings’ roots - where they were steadied against the wall with metal chains too, becoming harder the longer you had to endure it. You tried not thinking about the fight that would break out in the morning when he demanded to put you up into chains again, believing this was nothing you should be worried right now. Because when you heard the first turn of the lock on your door, you knew you were in for more trouble than the ones still one night away.

Keigo whistled a happy tune as he pushed open the door, his slippers scrubbing over the floor while he carried in a tray of various little bowls. It seemed like typical japanese food, but you were sure there was nothing more than fast food inside. “Hello, my Dove. How’s your day been? Have you been hanging out here?” Snickering about his own joke, you learned to ignore the stupid remarks. 

You had been commendable lately, making sure to have good conversations with him and to humor his need to be close to you, aside from being a little unwilling to get back into chains every day. He at least didn’t seem mad about that, and you sometimes even thought to see the hints of pity in his eyes whenever he did what he thought he had to. So whatever you had built up with him in terms of a relationship, you didn’t want to mess it up with a useless comment when he was in quite such a good mood. 

Turning the switch on the light, the room lit up, even though the heavy curtains usually didn’t allow much light inside, and you blinked a few times to adjust to it. From his pocket, Keigo made a big show to pull out the keys to your chains, and with the hints of a thankful smile, you helped adjust your limbs to make it easy for him to reach the locks. After so many negative sounds, the clicking of them, with the following release of your arms and wings, was a delight rarely experienced by the average human, and you breathed a breath of relief to be freed of your restrains.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ready to take careful steps towards the table in the corner of the room. However, suddenly he stepped into your field of vision, denying you an easy walk forward, instead, bringing you to a wonky halt. From his grin and open arms, you weren’t sure if he wanted something or if that was just to make you stop, but you decided against trying to pass him, watching his wings sway expectantly with more confusion on your side.

“Don’t you think I deserve a ‘welcome-home’-hug after my long day of work? I’ve been thinking about you all day long! Have you thought about me too?”

Truth be told, whatever had brought him to the conclusion that he deserved anything from you, must have been the same bug that had told him to kidnap you. But once your initial hesitation wore off, you tugged in your wings as tightly as you could to your back, before approaching him. The one-sided hug wasn’t quite what he must have envisioned when he asked for it, but the torture wasn’t long for you anyway.

You only briefly missed his eyes inspecting your wings which seemed to shift every time he moved his hands on your back, but you assured him of his question, which was enough for him to hear for now. “Yeah… Thought about you too.”

However, when you sat there for dinner, Hawks was different enough for you to notice. He was usually the one to always steal from your sparse array of chicken wings and fries, but he seemed absentminded on his chair for the duration of your meal, nibbling on some snagged bone, eyes always falling back over to your wings even when you moved them as far away from his view as possible.

“I think you chipped a feather with your struggling,” he eventually muttered as you wrapped up the bowls, thanking him for the meal. “It’s been bothering me since this morning, what if more are broken?”

You couldn’t help a worried glance over your shoulder, but of course, without spreading them and maybe a few mirrors to see the backside, you wouldn’t be able to determine if everything was okay. “Maybe you should let me take a look-” he offered, a fast hand reaching out for behind your back, but you flinched out of the way fast enough, catching his wrist just in time with a loud, “NO!”

Keigo didn’t spare you the sharp glare from below at your dismissal of his help, letting out a loud hum before retracting back to his seat. You didn’t miss a heartbeat to sit sideways on your chair, bringing your wings as far away as possible from him. “If there’s a broken feather, we need to mend it, Birdy, Darling.”

“I am sure they are fine, just a little… shuffled, yeah.”

“Mhm, I’d still like to see,” he insisted, standing up. He wasn’t a super tall figure in comparison to a lot of his colleagues, but he sure could look menacing when he hovered over you. The only good thing about it was the open space beneath his arm, that you slipped through quickly, giving yourself a mental pat for quick actions.

The only thing you didn’t consider was that Hawks always was quicker. Quicker in hunting people down, quicker in bringing them to the police, and quicker in catching you, knowing exactly what you were going for the moment your eyes fell on the open space. It had been a long time for someone to touch your wings. Even from Hawks, you had mostly kept them away, so you already had forgotten the feeling of a hand brushing into your feathers, gripping them tightly.

With a weak, panic-induced squeal, you stumbled to the side, pulling him with you as his hand held on just a bit tighter under your frantic movements. You could feel the feathers ripping from the root one after the other as he didn’t let go, your breathing picking up speed and lungs unable to handle the stress of the rapid air pouring in and out. Your hyperventilation did nothing to stop him, and with every sound of their fickle stems breaking you remembered more and more the circumstances of your upbringing.

It was just like when they had used you as a feather-maker before. The people you trusted most had regularly plucked them out to sell and make accessories for buyers, even when you bled and asked them not to. This was barely any different, especially not when Hawks clicked his tongue in annoyance the more you struggled.

Not long, and you found yourself in the stranglehold of his arm, bits of fluffy feathers falling from his hand as he finally pulled it away from your wings again, keeping you locked helplessly in his hold. “Calm down, it’s not like I want to hurt you.” There was nothing harder than to calm your racing heart and ragged breath, but you at least tried, especially when the air to breathe became thinner in his chokehold.

“Look, I found the bad boy,” he cooed, holding up his hand triumphantly to show you one long feather he had pulled out, slightly crooked at the end. Though you believed you started to see stars, clinging to his arm desperately, you nodded, quaking a ‘Thank you’ to him as best as you could.

Finally, he let you go, your body sinking to the ground, unable to hold up as every limb seemed to shiver uncontrollably. It took you a good minute to get some control over yourself again, the pain on your neck finally setting in too, and you shuddered just thinking about what just happened. But it wasn’t like Keigo ever gave you time to work through your experiences, especially not when you were so vulnerably open to him now.

You couldn’t possibly have seen his arms coming as they hooked under your shoulders, pulling you back up and over to the bed on which he sat down himself, letting your body glide to the floor. If anyone knew how to treat wings and tickle their instincts, it was Hawks, so it shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did as he drove his hand up your spine, triggering your feathers to ruffle unwillingly. Immediately, you wanted to jump away again, but with a reprimanding ‘Ah-Ah’ his legs wrung around your torso, keeping your locked in your place despite your wiggles. 

It became only worse with the feelings of his hands brushing down your ruffled feather again, spreading them over his lap to get a really good look at them. “There are so many more broken ones. We have to take care of them, you understand that, right? It will only hurt so much to lose a few for the sake of keeping you healthy, I promise.”

“No… please…” you muttered as you heard his words, noticing his fingertips combing through every feather to inspect them one by one. “Don’t be a child now, I know what I’m doing. Just be a good birdie and let me handle this, [Name].”

There was no more resisting his words, Keigo being deadset on fixing your ruined feathers, one way or another. “Take a deep breath,” he advised, and you felt the hot tears roll down your cheeks as those words reminded you of the past. Hearing you following his instructions, Keigo did a trial tug, seeing just how much you’d flinch from it before strengthening his legs around your torso, knowing it would cause a lot of stirring if he really pulled it out.

“On the count of three, my Dove.”

I can’t stop thinking about winged reader dating hawks

Okay, let me help you with that with an image:

Reader is lying naked on Keigo's chest, the hero smiling as he strokes your hair. You're so tired, too exhausted with all that you've been put through.

Keigo, that bastard, he'd cut off your wings. After he'd caught you trying to escape, he dragged you back to his place and decided that it'd be a "good lesson" and "precaution for future" to get rid of your wings for once and for all.

He- he cut them off, using his own feather blades, which were quite sharp, but still not sharp enough for your thick wings. Which meant taking much longer to cut them off, and if you knew one thing about Keigo, it was that he wasn't a patient man.

No amount of screaming and crying stopped Keigo as he began to pull your wings from your skin with his bare hands. It was like someone was pulling the life out of you, and when you tried to flip over to escape his assault, Keigo slapped you across the face and told you to stop wriggling around, before finally sitting on your butt and continued plucking you like a chicken. Your sobs only grew louder when you felt something hard poke you down there, knowing that disgusting prick felt sick pleasure from this.

By the time he was done wounding your back and having his way with you, you'd passed out somewhere in between. When you came to, you found yourself lying on his chest and you could still feel him growing hard against your thigh.

You whimpered, both from pain and shame, and Keigo only chuckled before patting your bum, shushing you when you jumped as a finger traced your hole.

"Shhh, its okay. You're okay. You did well." He kissed the top of your head. "I've called a friend over to help me, so you better be on your best behaviour."

Help him? With what?

You heard someone knock on the bedroom door. "Come in!" Keigo said, a little too cheerfully.

You could only crane your neck to the side as you recognised the man who'd walked in. Dabi- it was that notorious villain you'd seen on TV, and heard Keigo talk fondly of.

Oh god. He's not here to fuck-

"Dabi! You're just in time!" Keigo smiled, puckering his lips as Dabi kissed him, pulling away to look at you. You cowered under his gaze.

"This her?" Dabi asked, and you could feel him judging you.

Keigo nodded. "Yeah! Ain't she pretty?"

"She's alright. Seen better. Fucked better." Dabi said. "How do you wanna do this?"

Keigo hummed. "We can start now. She's up from her nap, so well rested." And with that, Keigo tightened his limbs around you, his muscular legs trapping yours and his arms coiled a little too painfully around your shoulders.

You began hyperventilating as you felt Dabi creep up behind you, before settling himself on your thighs.

"Keigo- please- I'm sorry- I've learnt my lesson! I won't run away again! Please, don't let him rap-"

Your words died down as both men laughed. Dabi grabbed your chin, turning it to the side. He leant down to whisper "Doll, I wouldn't fuck you like this. Unlike your hero, I prefer my bitches to beg."

Keigo gasped, offended. "You thought I was gonna let him fuck you? Nuh uh! You're all for me, and well maybe if Dabi does his job well, he can have a little fun with you, but you're mine otherwise!" Keigo said before grabbing your face and kissing you sloppily. "Now stay still and let Dabi complete your punishment."

Wait what? Its not finished yet?!

You began struggling under Dabi. "What are you saying?! You've already plucked out my wings!"

"Yeah! But they'll just grow back if we don't cauterize the base!" Keigo stated in a matter of fact tone.

Cauterize? Does... does he plan on burning my tissues?!

"Wait-!" But Dabi shoved your face back into Keigo's chest, holding it there with one hand as he heated up his other.

"Quiet now, doll. You're already distracting me with your cute ass wiggling around, don't need you yapping around as I take care of your back."

And with that, Dabi put his heated hand against your right wing base, and you now knew what the phrase "white, hot, searing pain" meant.

yandere shigaraki with a pregnant s/o pls. thank you so much!!

It’s no problem!! You know I’m always looking for an excuse to write for this man 🥰

TW: ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY, ABORTION MENTION, SELF HARM, ABUSE.

MAJOR BNHA MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.

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Yandere Shigaraki with a pregnant s/o:

Honestly with Shigaraki’s end goal being the destruction of literally everything, coupled with the fact that his childhood was very tragic, I can imagine him being very distressed by the news of your pregnancy. He’d probably get really still and quiet for a while until he lifts a shaking hand to his neck and starts to rip at his own skin with eyes bulging out of his head.

“And what do you expect me to do about that, huh? You expect me to turn over a new leaf? You want me to build you a fucking crib? Give me a fucking break.” 

After the arrest of AFO, he didn’t speak to you like that much anymore so this would be unexpected. He’d be very frustrated at you for “causing” something that may ruin his plans. You being supportive of his goals (whether you’re being truthful or not) is very important to him and he never expected you to cause a hinderance. Not to say that he was a fan of condoms. He never got the “If you have sex, you’ll get pregnant and die” talk so while he knows about the birds in the bees, it never properly registered with him that an accidental pregnancy might actually happen to him. He never thought he’d ever have someone to do that stuff with, so he was never concerned about it. All in all, this was a huge shock to him.

He didn’t like the sharp pang of guilt in his chest as he watched your face flush and your eyes fill with tears. He’d angrily scoff and slam the door in your face, his neck forming red dots of blood inside an angry splotch of pink. He needs to destroy something and he knows just the right crowded building for the job.

After you both calm down and he has some more time to process what has happened, he pulls you aside with a solemn expression. After a few second, he breaks the silence between you when he asks “Do you want it?”.

He’s come to the conclusion that he cares very deeply about your happiness and he wouldn’t make you get rid of the baby if you wanted to carry his child. He’s always loved your motherly nature and he’s indulged in the thought of you “round with his seed” once or twice... or a few times. Not to mention the huge ego boost it would give him, especially knowing that you’re willingly doing this.

He would come to realize that this is a chance to spit on his father’s ashes by raising his kid correctly.

Once you start showing, he’ll literally lock you in a room and not let you out until the child is born. He can’t risk anyone trying to hurt you since he’s already lost his family once.

Instead of seeing the child as a hinderance, he begins to see it as not only his future apprentice, but as something he needs to protect. What better way to do that than getting rid of everything that could hurt them?

Wraith’s Touch (Yandere Ghost Shigaraki x Reader)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere. This is seriously dark, so beware. Word Count: 8.5k Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.

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There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today.  It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards.  She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.  

You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager.  Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling.  You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them.  You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.

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Aerie (Hawks x Reader)

Summary: You broke up with Hawks because of his insistence on starting a family immediately. But when the young alpha shows up at your house in the middle of your heat, you may need to turn to him for help.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Rating: E+ Quote: It’ll be the family we always wanted! The one we’ve been trying for! Word: ABO Word Count: 3k Warnings: dubcon, ABO, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, coercion, manipulation, knotting, yandere Note: Oh look, another prompt request that got out of hand. Never would have guessed. This is my first time writing ABO, and I’m pretty pleased with the result! There is a sequel to this called The Nest. Additional Note: My entry into @kazooli​‘s contest!

You whimper as you continue to grind down on the toy, desperate for a release that you can’t quite seem to reach. Your slick runs down your thighs and the dildo that you have plunged into your aching cunt, soaking the bed sheets underneath you. You’re so close, all you need is a little push and then -

A loud whine fills the room as your orgasm is torn from you yet again, the lust burning through your veins only seems to intensify. You know you won’t be able to cum from anything but an alpha, but you can’t help yourself. You feel like you’re burning up from the inside, sweat coating your skin and leaving you feeling sticky and gross.

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Hunted Down (Yandere Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

           Love wasn’t something that you could run from.

           Hawks had told you that time and time again, reminding you constantly that love wasn’t something that just stood by patiently. No, it was something that ran after what it wanted, that refused to stop until it got it. In the beginning, when he had tried to teach you about love, it had been to let you know just how pointless running would be. It was to show you that you would never be able to escape him or his love for you.

           But it was only now, as you ran through the woods, stumbling over roots and skidding in the mud, that you realized the full truth of what Hawks had been telling you. As much as he loved having you with him—keeping you with him—his love was predatory, something that needed to keep moving. It was not content to simply soak in having you there, as wonderful as it was. Not when chasing you gave Hawks a thrill like nothing else in life.

           No, Hawks and his love needed to hunt.

           That was what you had realized when Hawks had set you back down on the ground just outside this forest, having left his apartment and the city far behind. Folding in his wings, he had reached out to brush a lock of your hair, his calloused hand stroking your cheek as he did so. Not quite sure what to make of either his actions or that gleam in his eyes, you had just stood there, awaiting an answer.

           “You get a ten-minute head start,” was all that he said, not offering any more explanation than that, not even as you stood there for several long moments. At first, you were only trying to figure out what he meant. Once you realized it though, you continued to stand frozen, unable to tell if he was serious. But then, after you took one step back, and then another and another, all the while he stayed in the same spot, staring at you with that same exhilarated grin, you suddenly tore off, not looking back.

           Exactly how long ago that had been you weren’t sure. Had it been five minutes? Or had it been nine? Was he already after you? Had he been this whole time? Were those crunching leaves and snapping twigs caused by animals, or by the winged hero, determined to make the chase more of a challenge by staying earthbound, considering how certain he must have been that he would catch you? Were those creaking branches simply waving in the wind, or were they being pushed aside by the gust of Hawks soaring past?

           Each one of those questions pounded in your head with each step that you took, and every other second you swore that you saw Hawks through the trees. He was teasing you, you could feel it, keeping his distance just enough to make you think that you might have a chance, when deep down you knew the truth. You knew it even as you tore through the undergrowth, pushed yourself past countless trees. It was unavoidable when his gaze was boring down on you from god-knows-where. The truth was that no matter how far you got, how safe you thought you were, his love would never stop chasing you, he would never stop chasing you. He—

           “Caught you.”

           His voice was just at the shell of your ear, so soft that at first you thought that you might have imagined it. But when you felt his wings begin to encircle you, felt his arm wrap tightly around your waist to make you turn to face him, you knew that it was over. Taking one look at Hawks’ hungry gaze, you knew that you had never had a chance, not when you were up against the full force of his love. And when Hawks saw that realization dawn in your eyes, too big for you to push aside or hide from anymore, his grin only grew wider.

           “That was fun,” he murmured, lifting your chin so that your lips just barely brushed against his, a predator sampling his captured prey. “Want to play again?”

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So Far (Yandere Hawks x Reader)

Title: So Far

Synopsis: Follow up to “So Close.” Hawks realizes that in order to build you up as the perfect partner, you’ve got to be broken down first.

Word Count: 2163

Notes: yandere, choking, violence, food deprivation, malnourishment 

You wish you could stand up and properly stretch. But the unassuming crawl space that Keigo unceremoniously pushed you into after bringing you “home” was too small for that. The ceiling was low, and 

You pull your knees up against your chest and wince at the pain in your thighs and legs. The floor was concrete, and the drop had hurt–enough to bruise, at least, but the dim lighting from a single, small window didn’t really provide an opportunity for you to check.

You flinch when you hear the half-sized door open, and not a moment later does Keigo enter, ducking his head  to avoid hitting the ceiling. He has a tray with him, which he sets down in front of you. A glass of water and leftovers from the other night, still streaming from the microwave.

Your stomach seems to growl on cue, but you fight the urge to reach for the food and instead stay still. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of feeding you right now.

Keigo sighs, as if sensing your defiance, and crouches down until he’s sitting on his heels. He stares at you. You stare back, hoping your gaze looks braver than you feel.

“This is my fault,” he says, finally. Low and sad, you can see his lips curling downward in a frown. “I shouldn’t have done this.”

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Not the same person, but I really LOVED your Hawks x Winged!reader shot! Can I ask for some kind of spin off, where Hawks is looking after a reader(maybe getting their hairs done, or preening their feathers) and being very possessive about it, cooing what a cute birdie his Darling is, while reader tries not to panic because they dislike ppl touching their wings as a part of trauma? I'm sucker for yanderes being super creepy while doing generally sweet things.

Ah yes, I think every now and then everyone needs a reminder that their yandere is only doing things for them. Because they love them, right? That’s a really good point there, tehe (･ω<)☆ Exactly the reminder we all need in these times, thank you for requesting!! ♥I got a little off-request here because inspiration sometimes wants a different way than the request is, but I hope it’s still enjoyable!

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If being bound to chains from the walls around you really was in your best interest, you had your doubts. In fact, you had your doubts about a lot of things. Like being kidnapped, held captive in a dark room, with deadbolts keeping the door shut, and presumably, underground. Yes, your wing-quirk was rare, but not to be underestimated, and if anyone knew this, then Hawks.

The only companion you had, was that damn cuckoo clock on the wall opposite from where he held you throughout the door. The sound of the - immensely funny how Hawks found - gift was something you’d never ever forget again in your whole life. How could you? It made sure you never dozed off more than an hour before tearing you out of your much prettier, much more peaceful dreams, and you despised it for it. 

But at least, it let you know about dinnertime. The only time that Hawks more or less managed to keep up routinely. He was worse with feeding you breakfast, and lunch was almost entirely canceled with the job the hero had, but for dinner - he always said - he wanted to be home. Home with his favorite nightingale for bonding and cuddles afterwards, his idea of a relationship.

Yours… not so much.

Food was something you learned to appreciate. It helped you stay sane to have something warm between your teeth, gave you some strength to wring with your captor for the space you needed afterwards. But Hawks- no, Keigo’s views on how you two should hang out, not only differed from yours but also, any you knew ‘normal’ couples did. Then again, what was normal when your partner was a madman?

As much as you resented the cuckoo for its loud, annoying screams of time, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you’d be let down from your wall prison, able to move your wrists without the metallic clanking against your ears again. Even with two large wings, you were glad to be put back onto your feet, the strain on your wings’ roots - where they were steadied against the wall with metal chains too, becoming harder the longer you had to endure it. You tried not thinking about the fight that would break out in the morning when he demanded to put you up into chains again, believing this was nothing you should be worried right now. Because when you heard the first turn of the lock on your door, you knew you were in for more trouble than the ones still one night away.

Keigo whistled a happy tune as he pushed open the door, his slippers scrubbing over the floor while he carried in a tray of various little bowls. It seemed like typical japanese food, but you were sure there was nothing more than fast food inside. “Hello, my Dove. How’s your day been? Have you been hanging out here?” Snickering about his own joke, you learned to ignore the stupid remarks. 

You had been commendable lately, making sure to have good conversations with him and to humor his need to be close to you, aside from being a little unwilling to get back into chains every day. He at least didn’t seem mad about that, and you sometimes even thought to see the hints of pity in his eyes whenever he did what he thought he had to. So whatever you had built up with him in terms of a relationship, you didn’t want to mess it up with a useless comment when he was in quite such a good mood. 

Turning the switch on the light, the room lit up, even though the heavy curtains usually didn’t allow much light inside, and you blinked a few times to adjust to it. From his pocket, Keigo made a big show to pull out the keys to your chains, and with the hints of a thankful smile, you helped adjust your limbs to make it easy for him to reach the locks. After so many negative sounds, the clicking of them, with the following release of your arms and wings, was a delight rarely experienced by the average human, and you breathed a breath of relief to be freed of your restrains.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ready to take careful steps towards the table in the corner of the room. However, suddenly he stepped into your field of vision, denying you an easy walk forward, instead, bringing you to a wonky halt. From his grin and open arms, you weren’t sure if he wanted something or if that was just to make you stop, but you decided against trying to pass him, watching his wings sway expectantly with more confusion on your side.

“Don’t you think I deserve a ‘welcome-home’-hug after my long day of work? I’ve been thinking about you all day long! Have you thought about me too?”

Truth be told, whatever had brought him to the conclusion that he deserved anything from you, must have been the same bug that had told him to kidnap you. But once your initial hesitation wore off, you tugged in your wings as tightly as you could to your back, before approaching him. The one-sided hug wasn’t quite what he must have envisioned when he asked for it, but the torture wasn’t long for you anyway.

You only briefly missed his eyes inspecting your wings which seemed to shift every time he moved his hands on your back, but you assured him of his question, which was enough for him to hear for now. “Yeah… Thought about you too.”

However, when you sat there for dinner, Hawks was different enough for you to notice. He was usually the one to always steal from your sparse array of chicken wings and fries, but he seemed absentminded on his chair for the duration of your meal, nibbling on some snagged bone, eyes always falling back over to your wings even when you moved them as far away from his view as possible.

“I think you chipped a feather with your struggling,” he eventually muttered as you wrapped up the bowls, thanking him for the meal. “It’s been bothering me since this morning, what if more are broken?”

You couldn’t help a worried glance over your shoulder, but of course, without spreading them and maybe a few mirrors to see the backside, you wouldn’t be able to determine if everything was okay. “Maybe you should let me take a look-” he offered, a fast hand reaching out for behind your back, but you flinched out of the way fast enough, catching his wrist just in time with a loud, “NO!”

Keigo didn’t spare you the sharp glare from below at your dismissal of his help, letting out a loud hum before retracting back to his seat. You didn’t miss a heartbeat to sit sideways on your chair, bringing your wings as far away as possible from him. “If there’s a broken feather, we need to mend it, Birdy, Darling.”

“I am sure they are fine, just a little… shuffled, yeah.”

“Mhm, I’d still like to see,” he insisted, standing up. He wasn’t a super tall figure in comparison to a lot of his colleagues, but he sure could look menacing when he hovered over you. The only good thing about it was the open space beneath his arm, that you slipped through quickly, giving yourself a mental pat for quick actions.

The only thing you didn’t consider was that Hawks always was quicker. Quicker in hunting people down, quicker in bringing them to the police, and quicker in catching you, knowing exactly what you were going for the moment your eyes fell on the open space. It had been a long time for someone to touch your wings. Even from Hawks, you had mostly kept them away, so you already had forgotten the feeling of a hand brushing into your feathers, gripping them tightly.

With a weak, panic-induced squeal, you stumbled to the side, pulling him with you as his hand held on just a bit tighter under your frantic movements. You could feel the feathers ripping from the root one after the other as he didn’t let go, your breathing picking up speed and lungs unable to handle the stress of the rapid air pouring in and out. Your hyperventilation did nothing to stop him, and with every sound of their fickle stems breaking you remembered more and more the circumstances of your upbringing.

It was just like when they had used you as a feather-maker before. The people you trusted most had regularly plucked them out to sell and make accessories for buyers, even when you bled and asked them not to. This was barely any different, especially not when Hawks clicked his tongue in annoyance the more you struggled.

Not long, and you found yourself in the stranglehold of his arm, bits of fluffy feathers falling from his hand as he finally pulled it away from your wings again, keeping you locked helplessly in his hold. “Calm down, it’s not like I want to hurt you.” There was nothing harder than to calm your racing heart and ragged breath, but you at least tried, especially when the air to breathe became thinner in his chokehold.

“Look, I found the bad boy,” he cooed, holding up his hand triumphantly to show you one long feather he had pulled out, slightly crooked at the end. Though you believed you started to see stars, clinging to his arm desperately, you nodded, quaking a ‘Thank you’ to him as best as you could.

Finally, he let you go, your body sinking to the ground, unable to hold up as every limb seemed to shiver uncontrollably. It took you a good minute to get some control over yourself again, the pain on your neck finally setting in too, and you shuddered just thinking about what just happened. But it wasn’t like Keigo ever gave you time to work through your experiences, especially not when you were so vulnerably open to him now.

You couldn’t possibly have seen his arms coming as they hooked under your shoulders, pulling you back up and over to the bed on which he sat down himself, letting your body glide to the floor. If anyone knew how to treat wings and tickle their instincts, it was Hawks, so it shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did as he drove his hand up your spine, triggering your feathers to ruffle unwillingly. Immediately, you wanted to jump away again, but with a reprimanding ‘Ah-Ah’ his legs wrung around your torso, keeping your locked in your place despite your wiggles. 

It became only worse with the feelings of his hands brushing down your ruffled feather again, spreading them over his lap to get a really good look at them. “There are so many more broken ones. We have to take care of them, you understand that, right? It will only hurt so much to lose a few for the sake of keeping you healthy, I promise.”

“No… please…” you muttered as you heard his words, noticing his fingertips combing through every feather to inspect them one by one. “Don’t be a child now, I know what I’m doing. Just be a good birdie and let me handle this, [Name].”

There was no more resisting his words, Keigo being deadset on fixing your ruined feathers, one way or another. “Take a deep breath,” he advised, and you felt the hot tears roll down your cheeks as those words reminded you of the past. Hearing you following his instructions, Keigo did a trial tug, seeing just how much you’d flinch from it before strengthening his legs around your torso, knowing it would cause a lot of stirring if he really pulled it out.

“On the count of three, my Dove.”

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.

Strawberry Daiquiri

By:fairystar111

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Summary:

Homelessness wasn’t part of Shouto’s plan for the future Neither was finding refuge working in a less than legal host club but anything was better than living with his father He wasn’t expecting to get a creepy stalker out of it Or to be kidnapped by him and find out he was truly his brother who disappeared ten years ago after attempting to murder him. But hey, when has life ever been easy for him?

Characters: Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Shouto Todoroki,

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia),Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Host Clubs, Kidnapping, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Conditioning, Mind Break, Crossdressing, Past Child Abuse, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Gang Violence, Moral Ambiguity, Yandere Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Mental Instability, Infantilism, Forced Infantilism, Platonic Yandere, Yandere, Dehumanization, Stockholm Syndrome

When Shouto ran away from home at fifteen, he had no idea what he was getting into. He had never realized what privilege of a life he lived until he tried to make it out on his own. Despite the abuse he knew comforts most normal people never know in their entire lives. 

He was the heir to the multi-million dollar corporation, Endeavor Industries. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and raised in a mansion. He didn’t know how to be homeless, let alone find a job.

But anything was better than going back home. He couldn't stand another day in the hell he was raised in. He couldn’t be his father’s perfect masterpiece and his mother’s rape baby any longer.

You see, his parents were not wed out of love but by a contract between companies. His mother was traded off to his father for shares in Endeavor Industries. The Hirmuras were given a percentage of the company in exchange for their most beautiful and intelligent daughter, Rei. His mother would produce three possible heirs for his father and then be free to do whatever she pleased so long as she stayed legally married to Enji.

Only that never happened.

His mother hadn't known the monster she had been married off to. She didn’t know the abuse she and her children would have to endure. She didn’t know how angry his father would get taking out all his frustrations on her. Or how broken she would become seeing each child born be rejected and discarded as worthless. Nor did she imagine she would be forced to carry another.

His mother hadn’t wanted any more children after Natsuo. Their contract had only ever included three, but his father had forced himself onto her after hearing the boy speak for the first time. She spent the entire pregnancy tied to a bed, force-fed, and sedated. His father had been worried she would try to find a way to kill the baby if he hadn't. He was right.

Shouto was the fourth and final child his mother birthed before she stabbed herself in the lower abdomen, rendering her uterus fruitless, and was institutionalized. Before him were the three so-called “failures.” Natsuo was born with a speech impediment that deemed him useless. Fuyumi, while incredibly intelligent, was a woman and could never be an heir. Touya, the firstborn and rightful heir, was born with multiple learning disabilities, including dyslexia and dyscalculia, and deemed unfit.

Shouto was separated from his siblings at age four when he began to show signs of being a prodigy. He was trained from dusk until dawn. All his time was spent studying with private tutors and working alongside his father. He wasn’t allowed to go to school like his siblings; he was different. His father believed he was the solution to finally surpassing All Might Incorporated. 

Touya was furious, naturally; he believed it was his birthright as the firstborn to become his father’s successor. He began to rebel. He would ditch classes, miss curfew, and set fires in the woods behind their house. His father was at his wits end with his behavior. No amount of screaming or beatings would dissuade him from his goal.

It all came to a boiling point when Shouto was five years old.

The day Touya tried to kill him.

Their mornings were usually painfully dull. They would eat breakfast, his tutor would arrive, then his father would leave for work, and his siblings would go to school. But that day his tutor was running late, and his father didn’t have time to call someone in, so he left him alone.

Or he was supposed to be alone.

But ten minutes after his siblings left for school, Touya came back. He said he was going to watch over him just until his tutor came. They waited around for a bit while Shouto did his class work, but one hour later the man still hadn’t arrived. He had suggested they call their father to see what was wrong, but his brother had adamantly refused.

Touya suggested he stop working and have fun. He let him watch television, and he let him play with some of Natsuo’s toys; they even played a game together! Shouto hadn’t gotten to act like a kid in so long. It was the most fun he had in years. Then when he was tired out, he took him to his room to take a nap. He had fallen asleep peacefully, not knowing he would wake to a burning home and his brother nowhere to be found. 

He was awoken by the smell of smoke and the dry ache in his lungs. His head pounded as he struggled to push the blankets off himself. He staggered to the door only to hiss when the metal doorknob burned his hand.

The fire was already outside his room. The whole mansion was likely up in flames. His bedroom was on the third floor. He had no way out.

The five-year-old began to panic. His room was filling up with black smoke, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He made his way to his window and opened it up, sticking his head out, trying to breathe clean air. 

“Help! Help!” He screamed out, but their home was unfortunately very isolated. They didn’t have any neighbors for miles. Tears filled his eyes as he realized no one was coming to help. 

He was going to die.

In a last-ditch attempt to save his life, he called out to the only caregiver he’s had his whole life. He sucked in all the air he could into his lungs and yelled.

“Father!"

“Help!” His throat burned, and his vision was starting to go spotty. He wobbled toward the door crying, “Daddy! Please!”

Then he heard it. 

“Shouto!” 

His father’s deep yell pierced through the air.

“Where are you! Shouto!” 

“In here!” He rasped out as he collapsed to the floor. His lungs rattled in his chest as he coughed out smoke. 

Seconds later the door to his room was kicked down, and his father rushed in, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder as he dashed through the halls. Making his way out and avoiding the collapsing parts of the house.

As they crossed the living room, they heard a weak voice call out, “Father!”

Touya! 

Shout had forgotten his brother didn’t go to school today. He needed help too. 

“Daddy, help Touya!” He pointed a shaky finger in the direction of the living room. His head hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to sleep, but his brother needed help. He couldn’t let go. Not yet.

Only his father didn’t stop. He ignored the cries of his firstborn and ran out of the house. His father had saved him but left Touya behind to burn. He’ll never forget being carried over his father’s shoulder and seeing Touya stuck underneath the flaming rubble, screaming out for help. Then he blacked out.

He remembers the rest in flashes. Being placed on the lawn outside their home. His father doing chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth. The distant sirens coming closer and closer. The deafening sound of a house collapsing. Then silence.

He awoke three days later in the hospital as his father’s third child. All records of Touya’s existence had been wiped. Shouto’s existence had never been announced to the world. All people know is that Enji has two sons and one daughter. And that's all they’ll ever know.

Shouto hadn’t understood why his father tried so hard to keep Touya a secret.

It wasn’t until years later that he found out the reason why. During the investigation into the cause of the fire, they find out Touya had sent a message to his tutor from his father’s phone to take the day off prior to breakfast. Then they found a small worn trail leading to a shed in the backyard and a backpack belonging to Touya filled with burn cream, matches, gasoline, and other flammables. All signs pointed to Touya being the cause. He had organized and staged the fire himself. For what? Revenge? Attention? Notoriety? No one will ever know. 

He took that secret with him to the grave. 

After the fire, life became even more suffocating. His father bought a much smaller, more discreet house even more isolated than before. His father hired around-the-clock security to patrol both the inside and outside of the house at all times. He sent Natsuo and Fuyumi away to a private boarding school in fear they would too become like Touya and try to kill his masterpiece. 

Shouto wasn’t allowed outside. He didn’t even have a tutor anymore. He learned from a program online. For years all he did was stay inside and study. He had no choice. He was surrounded around the clock by guards paid to keep him trapped inside. 

It was terribly lonely. 

He had no one to talk to aside from his father, who was dreadful company. The man only listened to what he wanted to hear. He expected perfection and absolute obedience. If he were anything less so, he would be belted until he couldn’t walk. He even implemented maintenance spankings so he never forgot to be good. His behavior could be perfect, and he would still be beaten to discourage even the thought of misbehavior in the future. It was a barbaric way of parenting.

The small size of the house meant there was nowhere to hide when his father went on a rampage. If stocks in All Might incorporated went up or Shouto’s grades dipped even by just 1%, he would tear through the house, breaking everything he could in a violent rage. He would regularly destroy Shouto’s room in a fit of rage.

It would all be replaced the following day, of course, but it always left Shouto feeling so empty and scared each time it happened. Eventually he learned to never allow himself to get attached to anything. There was no point if his father could tear it all away from him in an instant. He got rid of everything he didn’t need, only keeping the bare minimum in plain colors that showed no personality and could be easily replaced. His life consisted of plain, monotone grey in every aspect. His father enjoyed it, said it was very utilitarian and mature of him to live so efficiently.

He hated it.

He hated him.

He spent years in that hell until the summer of Natsuo’s eighteenth birthday arrived. His brother was finally a legal adult; he was set to go to university with a full-ride scholarship separate from their father’s finances. He was safe from their father’s influence. He could go on to live a carefree life free from their past. The same goes for Fuyumi, though she stays tethered to their father by her dream of having a happy family. 

Once he knew they were safe. He left. 

He ran away exactly one month after his brother’s birthday. He didn’t want Natsuo to be blamed for his disappearance. He left one night and never looked back. It was quite easy. He knew the guards' schedules by heart. He waited until it was time for the guards to switch for the night shift. Usually there is about a five-minute lull where no one is watching him while they make the switch. He could have left years ago, but he didn’t want Natsuo to be forced to take his place.

While he had sympathy for his mother. He never met the woman, and he thinks it's unlikely that his father would take her out of the hospital just to create another heir. It would be too suspicious and would make people look into their family and the mysterious disappearances of the Todoroki heirs. 

Now that he's free, he’ll make sure his father will never find him again.

===

The first few months were rough. He had no idea how to survive in the real world without his father. He had no idea where he could safely sleep and take showers or how to get a job and make money. The times he did go into a shop to ask for work, he was sent out once they heard his age. Even if they did hear him out without his legal documents or parental permission, no one would hire him. He resorted to eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in filthy alleyways.

It didn’t help that he had to keep moving constantly. He couldn't settle down anywhere. His father has men crawling all over the city looking for him. While his father didn’t release the information of his disappearance to the general public, he knows he told people in the underworld of a reward for his capture. He heard some thugs talking about it once while he hid behind a dumpster, terrified at the news. 

It wasn’t until he was caught outside Club UA that he was able to find work. The place was a cafe during the day and a bar at night with both hostesses and hosts on duty around the clock.

Shouto hadn't even known what a host was, let alone that host bars existed. He was introduced to the life by a seasoned female hostess he had met one night while wandering the streets looking for food. She had come on to him, flirting playfully, trying to get him into the bar to spend money with her. Shouto tried to refuse, but the woman was very pushy. She teasingly tipped his hat off his head when he began to walk away, calling him too serious. But her voice went quiet and her eyes widened when she saw the distinct red and white hair that had been hidden beneath his hat. Shouto Todoroki, she said, like she had won the jackpot. Maybe she had; Shouto doesn’t know the amount of money promised for his return, but he knows it must be high.

He tried to flee, but a strong grip on his arm stopped him. A blond man with bright green eyes and a weird hairstyle dragged him into the club along with the purple-haired woman. They sat him at a table, and then for the first time in years. He burst into tears.

“Please!” he cried. “I can't go back; I just can't!” 

He sobbed, begging them not to report him. He spilled his guts, telling them of the abuse he had to endure every day under his father’s care. The looks he was receiving got more concerned as he went on. The pair had been under the impression that he was just a spoiled brat rebelling against their rich daddy for no reason, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. They whispered conspiratorially to each other for a moment before introducing themselves as Midnight and Present Mic.

Then they brought him to a room in the back of the bar leading up to the top floor of the establishment. Which seemed to be offices of some kind? There were lots of doors lining the walls in a maze-like pattern. Each door was decorated in a strange, unique sort of way.

They stopped at a plain black door, knocking and waiting patiently. A grouchy voice answered, grunting, “Come in,” and then he was sat in an armchair sitting opposite a man with long black hair and an eye patch covering one eye.

“Another stray?” He rolled his eye, sighing, “You can’t keep doing this, Mic.”

“Oh, come on! It wasn’t even me this time!”

“Mmph.” 

“Tell him Nem!” The women began speaking, telling the man of his identity and what they learned of his past. Then she told him he should offer him a contract.

“A contract? Him? Seriously?”

“Yes, Shou! You know what will happen if we don't!” 

Aizawa unfortunately does know what happens to most runaways. The homeless-to-sex-worker pipeline is very easy to fall into when you are young and desperate to survive. If Aizawa can help, he will. He'd rather they work at the cafe safely than be out in the streets unregulated and unprotected. 

“Alright kid, you in?”

Shouto hadn’t understood what he was agreeing to when he signed the contract, but the promise of a roof over his head, running water, and regular meals was just too good to pass up.

He was brought to an empty room and given a key, saying it was his now. They offered to have someone escort him back to where he was staying to retrieve his things, but he declined, stating he had nothing to bring. They handed him a tablet, telling him to order everything he needed with a pitying glance. Murmuring to each that his contract was going to start out high.

To become a host at the high-class Club UA, you must sign a contract, indebting yourself to them. The contract covers outfits, room and board, food, makeup, training, etc. Essentially everything to become a top-class host. The host or hostess must make back all the money spent on them each month before they can start earning money for themselves. The less they start out with, the higher their contract will be. If a person signs the contract, the club legally owns them until they pay it all back. They cannot quit or leave if their contract is not paid in full. If they try to escape, they will be dragged back by members of the gang One for All, who own the establishment. If a host cannot pay, their contract can be bought out by a client. But what they do with the host afterwards is up to them. As their debt will be transferred off to their client instead of the club, the host will be indebted to them instead.

It's quite predatory.

They take in pretty people who come from bad situations and put them in debt to work as hosts at their establishment. If they can’t pay up by the end of the month for everything the club spent on them, their contract will go into the negative, and they will dig themselves further into debt. It wasn’t great, and it wouldn’t be Shouto’s first choice if he had any options, but there wasn’t any abuse, and it was better than being homeless, so he stayed and learned the life of a host.

The job of a host is primarily to entertain and flatter guests. To giggle at clients' jokes, bat your eyelashes, flirt, and boost their egos. The goal is to make each client spend as much money as you possibly can and make sure they keep coming back for more. Hosts make clients feel like they're on top of the world, the handsomest man alive, or the prettiest girl in the world so long as they keep spending money. 

Most people that come into the host club are categorized into two types. Type A’s were wealthy, usually businessmen or yakuza that came into the club after work to discuss business deals with clients while hosts and hostesses entertained them.

Then there were Type B’s. They were usually poor, unattractive, socially awkward if not downright antisocial, overweight, or simply lonely. They came in for human connection and companionship. And they were quick to fall head over heels for a pretty host giving them attention.

Now Shouto doesn’t like essentially tricking people into loving him, but work is work. As shady as it is, it was the only job willing to ignore his age and help him hide his identity, and he desperately needed the money. So he dyed his hair black and bought turquoise contacts for his gray eye, hiding his most identifiable features, and began to work.

It was difficult at first given his lack of socialization but became easier the longer he did it. He got training from the older hosts and was eventually able to enter the ranks. 

Club UA had an intricate ranking system based on popularity, customer feedback, number of regulars, and quality of service. The higher the rank a host has, the more money they can make. Every host's goal is to make it to the top of the ranks.

Shouto was quite popular from the start. Despite his lack of social skills, most clients were willing to overlook that for his beauty.

He is beautiful; that is a fact.

His mother was chosen specifically for her beauty and intelligence, and his father, despite being an abusive bastard, is a handsome man and was even more so in his youth.

Shouto is a perfect mix of both. 

He learned quickly to use both of his traits given to him by his parents to his advantage. 

When he has male clients, he plays into the softness of his face. He applies rosy blush to the apples of his cheeks, curls his lashes and applies mascara to give him an innocent wide-eye look, and applies pretty pink lip tint and lip gloss to give his lips a pouty appearance. The clothes he wears are typically more feminine and cutesy but change depending on the client. 

For female clients, he usually goes for a more handsome, princely type of look. He contours his face, sharpening his cheeks and jawline, uses eyeliner to darken his eyes and make them appear sharper, and uses red lip tint to make his lips look like they'd been bitten or kissed. The clothes, while frilly, are still masculine and give him a sort of otherworldly, ethereal look.

It all depends on the person. Each client may want something different. Before each shift, he’s given a picture of each client that booked him in advance and a list of their likes and dislikes before their first meeting. Some may want him to look more goth, emo, cute, sexy, etc. So it's up to him to find a way to make their fantasy come true. He even changes his personality depending on the type of character he is going to play. 

He doesn't know how convincing he is, but most of his clients were willing to overlook his short stature and baby fat still clinging to his cheeks. A clear sign of youth. It was disgusting, but as long as they kept their distance, it was tolerable.

Thankfully, there is no touching of any kind allowed inside the club. That doesn’t completely stop customers from trying, though. Thankfully the club has good security, and the overseer, Nedzu, keeps a close eye on the place through the security cameras. 

During the day, the establishment is a cute host cafe. They open at nine am and serve coffee and other sweet drinks and desserts and offer a variety of hosts and hostesses. During the day they keep it PG; they dress more modestly and have more innocent interactions with their clients. The cafe advertises them as lunch dates. They do things like feeding each other cake, giggling and flirting, and drinking tea with clients. This time of day is mostly full of type B clients since the day services are much cheaper than at night. Then the cafe closes at five pm. They are given a five-hour break to do as they please, then the club opens up at ten pm and closes at three am.

At night they switch to more risqué outfits. They show more skin and are more provocative. During the night shift, they dance and pour drinks for wealthy Type A clients and their guests. It is customary for clients to buy their host a drink for each drink they order. So the night is filled with drinking faux alcoholic beverages, flirtatious dancing, and endless flattery as they pretend to be drunk. No hostess is ever actually served alcohol while working; it's just another way to get their clients to spend money. 

If a client is especially rich, they can buy a private dinner date with the host of their choice. This option is usually only used by type A’s, but sometimes a type B will scrounge up enough money or put themselves in debt for one. They are often incredibly uncomfortable for the host, but thankfully Club UA always has a bouncer escort them on their “dates” so nothing truly bad ever happens.

After a year of working at the cafe, Shouto became the first-ranked male host. Second was a blond named Kacchan, and third was a green-haired boy named Deku. He goes by Firefly, a nickname given to him by his first client ever. No one ever discloses their real names to customers at the bar. Lest someone find out their true identities and their real ages. He is cordial with the other hosts; some would even call them friends, but that doesn’t quell the competitive nature of their job. It's a cutthroat industry, and everyone is aiming for the top. The rankings often fluctuate, but Shouto is almost always in the top five. He’s one of the bar's highest earners now.

He’s made back the amount of his contract tenfold and is just waiting until he is eighteen so he can finally start university. He’s been saving all the money he’s earned to use for college; he already graduated high school early years ago in his father’s care and has multiple college credits from a program he was completing before he ran away. Shouto knows he can achieve his dream of being a child welfare lawyer. He wants to save children from abusive households like the one he was raised in. He wants to save others the way he was never saved. It’s his dream. He’ll even keep working at the host bar past eighteen if that's what it takes to make it come true.

===

One Friday afternoon. He had just finished up a short two-hour day shift that consisted of four thirty-minute bookings with a couple of regulars and one new client. He was on his break eating the tasty soba their chef Lunch Rush had prepared for him when his grouchy manager decided to interrupt him. Aizawa dropped off a file with his latest booking onto the table. 

Shouto picked up the paper, skimming through its contents, raising a brow when he saw something peculiar. “The whole night?” 

So that was why his shift had been so short. Someone had bought out all his time slots for tonight. Shouto knows how expensive it is to book him nowadays, especially during club hours. To book him for the entire night would be at least a couple of thousand dollars, and that’s not even including the drinks and added purchases they’ll have to make throughout the night. Just how rich is this guy?

“Yup, better make sure to leave a good impression and leave him craving for more. Who knows? If you charm him enough, you may get yourself a rich sugar daddy who’ll buy you out of this place.” The man joked.

“Pfft, as if.” The boy scoffed, rolling his eyes as Aizawa chuckled, walking away towards the bar to start setting up for the night. 

That life may be something most of his peers desire, especially the less popular ones who are thousands of dollars in debt, but not him. He would never judge his peers for choosing to do so, especially if they managed to find happiness or even love on the job. Like one of his older friends, Denki was bought out by a rich girl with popular music producers for parents. What was her name again? Koka? Jira? Something like that. From what he's heard, they're doing really well, and he is quite happy being a spoiled little boy toy. 

Life is hard, and they're all just trying to survive, but even so, it's just not something Shouto would ever consider for himself. He wants to be free to live his life as he pleases. He never wants to rely on someone else's riches ever again. It reminds him too much of life with his father.

“I’ll do my best.” He calls out to the man, receiving a half-hearted thumbs-up in return.

He stared down at the file, thinking, ‘Well, I might as well see who’s owning me for the night.’

Name: Dabi 

[Image]: A photo of a dark-haired man with vibrant turquoise eyes. He looked to be in his mid-twenties with intricate black snakeskin tattoos covering textured burnt skin. The bottom half of his jaw resembled the unhinged jaw of a snake, and his tongue was split in two like one as well. His face and ears were covered in shiny silver piercings. 

Type: A

Likes: 

Feminine clothing

Cute makeup

Shy or sweet personality

Dislikes: 

Male Clothing

Bold makeup

Loud and aggressive personalities

So a delinquent pervert with a fetish for cute boys. Great…

The man is definitely some sort of criminal. Yakuza maybe? Definitely bad news. Well…nothing he could do about that. The most he can do is bat his eyelashes and pretend he knows nothing about it, especially if the police come knocking again.

He heads upstairs to take a nap before he has to get ready for his next shift. He’ll need all the rest he can get. It’s going to be a long night.

Shouto wakes up around eight. He takes a shower and blow-dries his hair. He took notice of the red and white roots growing out. He would need to re-dye it again soon. He fluffed his hair out to make them less noticeable and began to apply his makeup. He did his usual look for male clients with an added bit of sparkly highlighter on his eyelids and cheeks along with a glittery pink lip gloss to make his features shine in the club's low lights. 

His outfit was simple since the man wanted something more shy and sweet yet feminine. He went for a white pleated miniskirt, an oversized pink sweatshirt, white thigh-high socks, and tennis shoes. He hates wearing this sort of getup, but it's what sells, so he can’t refuse. At least he can use the shy request on the client’s file as an excuse for why he’s not showing much skin. He hates the skimpy outfits the club usually gives them to wear. But hey, at least it's not a theme night this time.

Once a month the club has a night where all the hosts and hostesses wear the same outfit and roleplay a theme. Last month he almost had a heart attack when he saw just how tiny the maid outfits they had bought everyone were. He pretended to be sick that evening so he didn’t have to participate, much to Aizawa’s ire.

By the time he was finished getting ready, it was already nine forty-five. Time to head down to the bar. 

He sat at the secluded booth that his client had reserved. It was near the back of the club towards an exit, far away from the bar and other tables. It was one of their best tables for one-on-one interaction away from prying eyes and listening ears. It cost five hundred dollars alone to reserve. How much has he already spent on him?

Shouto was doing the math in his head when he noticed someone walking towards him. 

Oh, it was him.

Dabi, right?

He looked the same as his picture, though he was much taller than he was expecting. He was wearing a black leather jacket with staples decorating it, a t-shirt with some band’s logo on it, matching leather pants, a thick grommet belt, and black combat boots.

Shouto got up when he neared the table, bowing lightly and taking his hand. 

“Hello sir, my name is Firefly, and I’ll be your company for the evening. I hope we can have a good time together.” He said, looking up at him with big doe eyes and a small shy smile. Though he momentarily froze when he saw the look he got in return. His heart stuttered in panic. Did he get the theme wrong? He thought he followed the man’s interests to a T. Why is he staring at him with such thinly veiled contempt? Shit, if he loses this client, he’ll never hear the end of it. 

The man snapped out of it in seconds; the look on his face was unreadable. He grunted, “The name's Dabi. Don't forget it. I don’t like to repeat myself.”

Kind of rude, but okay. Shouto’s dealt with worse.

“Yes, sir.” 

“So how long have you been working here, Firefly?” 

For some reason he sounded like he was mocking him when he said his alias. Shouto chose to ignore it, responding cheerfully.

“About a year and a half. What about you, sir? What would you do for work?”

“Nothing you have to worry your pretty little head about.”

Well, that just about confirms what he thought. They're interrupted by a waitress coming up to their table.

“What would you like to drink, sir?”

“I’ll take a bottle of whiskey and for him—” Dabi paused, his eyes flickering to Shouto for a moment before he leaned over to whisper into the woman’s ear. The waitress blushed, leaving quickly to give their orders to the bartender.

“What did you get for me?” Shouto asked curiously. 

“It's a surprise, firefly.” 

“Oh.” The boy feigned sadness, looking down with a cute pout.

An ominous grin. “Don’t pout, baby, I’m sure you’ll like it. It was made especially for you.” 

“Well, I’m sure anything you pick will be delicious, sir!” He said softly, biting his lip. 

A look of disgust briefly crossed the man’s face, leaving Shouto to wonder what he was doing wrong. Usually the cute submissive act works well for male clients, but for some reason the scarred man doesn’t seem to be enjoying it. 

“So how old are you, Firefly?”

He kept his face perfectly even. “I’m nineteen!”

The bottle of whiskey arrived, the waiter leaving behind a small bucket of ice and a short round glass.

The man gave him a look. “You seriously expect me to believe that?” 

Shouto grabbed the bottle, carefully ignoring the man's question, instead asking. “Would you like your whiskey neat or on the rocks, sir?”

“Call me Dabi. And I’ll have it on the rocks.”

“Yes, Dabi.” 

Shouto picked up the small scoop from the bucket, filling the glass about halfway with ice, before opening the bottle and pouring the whiskey. The drink’s smell was strong and burned the inside of his nose. He tried to keep the displeasure off his face, but somehow the man spotted it. 

Letting out a raspy sort of snicker, “Not a fan of whiskey?” he asked.

“No, I can’t say I am.” He wrinkled his nose cutely. “I’d love to have a drink with you, but it’s much too strong for me.” 

He placed the drink in front of the man. 

A pause. Silence filled the air until the man decided to break it.

“So are you going to keep ignoring my question?”

“Hmm?”

“Your age? The real one?”

“There’s nothing more for me to say, Dabi. I am nineteen.” Shouto leaned closer to the man, whispering into his ear. “Please stop asking. It could cause trouble for not only the club but also you if rumors circulated that some of the hosts are underage. I know I look young, but please just accept what I say as true.” 

“Trouble for me? Well, aren't you a considerate little one.” The man let out a rough laugh. Shouto had a feeling he had no idea why the man was laughing, but he just giggled along into his palm.

“I suppose we'll just have to agree to disagree then.” 

The rest of the night felt more like an interrogation than a date. The man walked him into questions he didn’t ask or tried to trick him into answering truthfully. Dabi had a sharp mind and a quick tongue despite his outside appearance. It was like he was talking circles around him. Shouto felt like he was being analyzed and mocked the entire time.

He was left feeling especially unnerved when his drink arrived. The beverage was a strawberry daiquiri with an added layer of vanilla cream. The drink was perfectly layered, white on top of red. Half and half, just like his hair beneath its dye. The words Dabi had said earlier fluttered to the forefront of his mind. 

It was made especially for you.

He had frozen in place, staring down at the drink. 

There's no way. How could he have known? No. It’s just a coincidence, right? It has to be.

“Something wrong?” Dabi purred, raising a brow.

The boy looked up to see the man watching him with an intense look in his eye, like he knew something he shouldn’t.

Shouto chuckled nervously, a cold sweat dripping from the back of his neck. “Oh, nothing, it's just strawberries, my favorite. How'd you know?” 

“I know a lot of things about you, baby.” Dabi responded with a wink.

A loaded statement, considering this is their first time meeting.

He took a sip of the sickeningly sweet drink; it felt heavy in his stomach.

===

Shouto honestly didn’t want to service the man ever again. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t, but that’s just not how things worked at the club. He had tried asking Aizawa if he could ban the man from booking him but was told a resounding no. He was booted from the office with a warning to behave, considering he was already booked for the next Saturday night too.

Turns out Dabi spent around twenty thousand dollars at the club that night for both him and his associates. So they're not allowed to turn down a single booking that man makes. They’re to welcome him with open arms and serve him to the best of their abilities.

Eventually Saturday comes to be known as his night, and they would reserve it for him in advance. He constantly switches up the styles he wants to see Shouto in and picks him apart like it's his favorite thing to do. He always offers to buy out his contract at the end of the night. Shouto rejects him each time he asks, thinking there would be nothing worse than being in debt to that man. Dabi had been very offended the first time he said no.

“No?” A laugh of disbelief, “You’re saying no to me?” 

“Yes. It's very kind of you to offer such a gesture, but I could never accept.”

“I could set you free. You’d never have to work again, and you’re saying no?”

“I’m sorry, but my answer won't change.” 

The man just shrugged, “Fine, have it your way. But know this: you will be mine one way or another.”

After the first visit, weird things began happening around Shouto. His higher-paying clients stopped coming in one by one. It was strange because he knew people were booking him. He's seen new clients come in and book him, but five minutes after leaving, they’d always come rushing back in to cancel. He’s tried to follow them out to see what scared them so much, but each time he did, he was met with nothing but thin air. 

Slowly he began to fall down the ranks, his price dropped, and he was making less money per booking. Shouto was somewhat fine with it; the more time he had off, the better. It's not like he liked doing the job, but he’d rather not start dipping into his savings so soon. As long as he keeps making enough to cover his room and meals, he should be fine. 

The problem was the eyes. Shouto could never tell where they were coming from, but he could always feel them on him. Whenever he was down at the club, out running errands, or even in his bedroom. He could feel someone watching him.

If he happened to say he really wanted something he couldn’t afford, or couldn’t find a particular snack in store, it would appear on his doorstep the next day. It was creepy. While it's not uncommon for hosts to be given gifts by clients, they are usually not so personal unless they are being stalked. Which Shouto suspects he is being, by the only recurring customer he's had in weeks. So despite Aizawa’s warning, he confronts Dabi the next time he comes in.

“Where’s the outfit I got you?” Dabi asked gruffly, raising a brow and pointing to the casual loungewear he was wearing instead. The boy hadn’t bothered getting ready that day knowing he wasn’t going to be working.

“I didn’t wear it, and I'm not going to wear anything for you ever again. I’m firing you as a client. You're welcome to pick a new host for your current stay; just remember to book someone else for any future bookings.” He turned around to head back up to his room, but a strong grip around his wrist stopped him. 

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, Sh-Firefly.” Dabi growled, tugging the struggling boy onto his lap. “I already paid for the night, remember.”

“And I told you I refuse! Let go of me, you creep! Security!” Shouto screamed, trying to squirm free from the man's arms.

“Shut up, brat! You’re making a scene. I just want to ask you something!”

“No! I don't want your stupid offer! I won’t ever accept it! I don’t care if you chase away my other clients. I’m never going to go with you! Just leave me alone!” He grabbed the man's drink, spilling it down his shirt. The man momentarily lost his grip in shock, and with that opening, Shouto escaped, running away as security came to escort the man from the bar.

“You’ll regret that Firefly! Just you wait!” He heard the man yell as he made his way up the stairs, carefully ignoring him. 

Shouto’s heart hadn’t stopped hammering in his chest until he got to his dorm, firmly locking the door behind him. In the safety of his own room, he broke down into tears. He cried over his job, his family, and his life, just the unfairness of it all. Why did he have to sell himself to make money? Why did he have to deal with creeps all day? Why couldn’t he just have a normal family and live life like a normal teenager? It wasn’t fair!

It's been one month since the incident, and there have been no signs of Dabi. Shouto’s regulars have begun to come back; he’s been climbing back up the ranks, and he couldn’t feel the eyes anymore. So he guessed the man had finally given up.

Things have finally gone back to normal in the bar for the most part. They were all getting ready to celebrate Mina’s birthday. Mina, known as Pinky, was one of the most popular female hosts, known for her bubbly personality, eccentric dancing, pretty pink hair, and expressive golden eyes. She was finally turning eighteen, so the club was going to have a huge party themed around her, though they are advertising it as her twenty-first birthday. 

They had closed the cafe early and were all helping decorate. They were blowing up balloons, hanging streamers, putting up banners, and setting up tables. Shouto apparently had been doing a bad job because Bakugo yelled at him to go pick up the cake instead of making a mess. He gave him the address to the bakery and told him to fuck off. The bakery was about a thirty-minute walk away, so he had to leave early to make it back in time for his first shift. 

He grabbed his coat and slipped on his outside shoes before leaving. He put on his earphones and made his way downtown to the bakery. He decided to walk instead of being driven by the club's chauffeur; he liked walking, given how many years he spent trapped indoors. He liked to run around the bustling city, people-watching, petting stray cats, and listening to music. 

If he hadn’t been wearing his headphones that day, maybe things could have been different.

He kept walking unaware of the men following him or the van waiting to speed away with him inside. He turned the corner just a few blocks away from his destination when he was pulled into an alleyway by two men. The force made his headphones fall off his head, clattering onto the ground. A hand slammed over his mouth as he made to scream. He was quickly tied up, gagged, and blindfolded before being thrown into the back of the van. The doors slammed shut, a rough slap to the doors likely a signal, and they were speeding off. 

Shouto could feel the ground beneath him moving. He tried bucking his body into a sitting position but was met with a sharp kick to the ribs. A whimper escaped his mouth without permission. It had been so long since he’d last been hurt; it seems he lost all his tolerance.

His panic increased as he tried his best to figure out where they were going. He tried counting how many stops and turns they've taken but lost count quickly since each time they hit a bump, his head would slam into the ground, making it hard to keep track. His tears were now soaking through the blindfold, the only sound in the car being the hitching of his breath as he struggled to catch his breath. He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but eventually the car slows to a stop.

The doors open, and he is hauled out by his feet. He kicks and screams as much as he can, but his efforts are futile. His body is roughly hauled over a shoulder. The air is knocked out of him when he lands on his stomach. He’s wheezing as he’s carried through somewhere; he can hear the opening and closing of doors and voices that don’t quite make sense. Shouto’s thrown onto a bed, the mattress bouncing beneath him with the force of the fall; he hears the sound of a door being shut and locked, then silence.

The gravity of the situation weighed on him. He was alone. Trapped god knows where. With no rescue in sight. 

Oh god, he's screwed. 

There was no Aizawa or Father to save him this time. He forced himself to calm down; nothing good would come from panicking. He assessed the situation. His legs were tied together at the ankle while his arms were tied at the wrist behind his back; his hands were still able to move. All he had to do was get his feet to his hands and untie the rope. Simple. 

He did his best to roll off his side and onto his stomach. Then he bent his legs backward towards his wrists. It took a couple of tries, but eventually his hands grazed the rope; he grabbed on tight and blindly felt around for the knot. He clumsily grabbed onto it, untying the mass of knots holding his legs together. Once undone, he pushed himself upright and carefully pulled his legs off the edge of the bed, dipping his feet until he found solid ground. He got up and began to explore the room, searching the floor with his feet for any sharp objects to cut himself free and feeling around the walls for anything he could use to pull the rope against to create slack.

A muffled chuckle sent ice shooting through his veins.

Shouto whipped his head around, looking for the source. He couldn’t see how close they had gotten with the blindfold or block the hit coming straight at him. He cries out as a fist connects to his temple, sending starbursts shooting behind his eyes. He falls back on the bed when another fist connects to his stomach. He wheezed, struggling to catch his breath after the air was punched out of him.

“I knew the first thing you’d do is try to escape. You’ve always been such a smart boy, haven’t you, Shouto?”

He didn’t have time to panic over his name. A prick to his wrist sent drowsiness flooding through his veins. His limbs feel impossibly heavy as he is rearranged on the bed to his captor’s liking. He falls asleep to the raspy humming of an unknown man.

===

Shouto wakes up hours later without his bindings. He sits up, still feeling drowsy, and looks around. He was in some sort of concrete prison cell. The bed is wiry metal with an old-looking mattress and a small stained blanket on top. In the corner there is a metal toilet and sink, and then next to it a shower head pokes straight out of the wall. There are no windows, only a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling to light the space. He stood up to take a look at the door and was startled by a rattling noise. Connected to his ankle was a thick metal chain connected to a cuff. The chain was only long enough to reach the toilet and the bed but not the door. 

He was trapped. 

The room looked like it was for long-term stays. He was probably going to be held for ransom and then sent back to his father. He knows the reward for his capture is up in the millions at this point. They were probably going to try to drain as much money as they could out of his father before sending him back. 

His breathing picked up as he imagined a life back with his father. There’s no telling how bad he would punish him for running away or the new restrictions he’d put on him. Shouto wouldn’t be surprised if he had a cell like this waiting for him back at his house. His head was spinning. Each breath he took in felt shorter and shorter; his lungs couldn’t catch up to his mind.

The creaking of the cell door only drove him deeper into a spiral. In a panic he dove underneath the bed, crawling beneath the frame as far as he could go. He knows realistically his captors will immediately find him, but his frazzled brain can’t handle the door opening and facing reality.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard footsteps enter the room.

“Shouto. Oh, Shouto. Where are youuu?” A raspy voice called out in a mocking sort of sing-song tone as if he were playing hide and seek with a child. 

“Found you.” 

The chain rattles as the man tugs it. Shouto’s shirt rides up as he is dragged across the concrete floor with no regard. The delicate skin of his belly and chin getting scraped in the process. He kicks and struggles as much as he can, but the man takes hold of his ankles and pulls him out the rest of the way before throwing him atop the bed.

Shouto opened his eyes, looking up to see, “Dabi?” 

“That's not my name, Shou.”

“What? What are you talking about? Where am I? Why-” A hard slap sends his head careening to the left. 

“Say my name, Shouto.”

“What? I-” The man’s hand raised again as if to strike again. “Dabi!” the boy blurted out, flinching.

“Wrong.” Another hit. “Guess I’ll have to jog your memory. You have until I’m done fixing you to say my name or you’ll be punished.” 

Fixing? What did he mean by—“Ah! Stop! What are you doing?!” he screamed. The man took his coat and tore off the button-up shirt he was wearing in one swift move. Shouto shuddered as the cold air touched his skin. He panicked as the man reached for his pants and used all his strength to kick the man in the chest. It hardly moved him and only served to enrage him further.

Dabi grabbed his throat and tightened his grip, choking him. Shouto’s vision blurred, and his struggles all but stopped as the oxygen failed to reach his brain. Once weakened, the man finished taking off the rest of his clothes, leaving him bare. Next he grabbed the boy’s jaw and pulled the left eyelid upward, digging his finger into his eye none too gently and removing the false blue contact. Then he pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and heavily doused a rag in it. He pushed up the boy’s bangs and began scrubbing off Shouto's makeup. 

“There, you finally look human, not like a painted doll.”

By the time he was finished, some of the boy's energy had returned, and he was beginning to struggle anew. Dabi grabbed a fistful of Shouto’s hair and dragged him to the shower area. He threw the disoriented boy onto the concrete floor and turned on the shower. The water was freezing as it ran down his body. Shouto shuddered and tried to move from the stream but was kicked back into place. 

“Close your eyes.” He was warned as the man took out a new bottle and poured some into his hair. The harsh chemical scent burned his nose. The man would harshly scrub at his hair, rinse, then repeat, over and over again. Shouto didn’t know what result he wanted, but he washed his hair over ten times until he was satisfied.

Shouto opened his eyes and saw the man staring at him with an odd expression. There was almost something familiar in those cruel turquoise eyes. Maybe the mistreatment is making him see things, but Dabi sort of reminds him of his father.

The thought left his mind as he was forced to stand, and Dabi began to wash his body. Shouto trembled, terrified at the man's intentions, but Dabi kept his cleaning strictly clinical. The soapy cloth was dragged harshly over his skin, leaving it pink and irritated. He was scrubbing so hard it felt like he was trying to scrub his skin off. 

Shouto had tried to beg him to stop but was met with a cold expression and even colder words. “It’s necessary, Shouto. Who knows what type of filth you've been exposed to working in a place like that? You’re disgusting and need to be purified.” The process was repeated multiple times until he was in tears and his skin was left red and raw. 

The man rubbed him dry just as aggressively as he had bathed him. The old towel's scratchy texture burned against his sensitive skin. Shouto felt like a stray animal being washed and dried before being given to a new owner. Why was this happening to him? He didn’t want this. Was he even going to be sent back to his father? Was the man planning to keep him? Why-

Dabi flicked his forehead to catch his attention before asking one last time. “Do you know my name?”

“I-I don’t!” Shouto said, squeezing his eyes shut and bracing for a hit.

“Hmm. Well, guess you won’t be getting any clothes or food tonight then.” The man walked towards the door, turning his head to the side and saying, “Oh, and I hope for your sake, you behave better tomorrow. The consequences won’t be this light again if you don’t.” 

The door locked shut with a deafening thud. For a moment the boy just stared at the wall in shock. D-did that really just happen? The creepy client from the club really kidnapped him, and now…now he was standing in the middle of a concrete cell, freezing cold, with nothing to wear. 

He crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over himself. It didn’t help much; it was too short to cover most of his body lying straight down, so he curled himself up as tightly as he could beneath the blanket. It could only help so much, though, with his hair still damp and his feet poking out into the cold air. 

Why did this happen to him? How long had Dabi known his identity? Was he planning this all along? Just who is Dabi? He wondered as shivers racked his body. 

He hardly slept the first night. In the morning his teeth ached from chattering all night long. He was ‘awoken’ by Dabi ripping off his blanket and pricking him with another needle. Only this time he didn’t lose consciousness. All the muscles in his body were forced to relax. All he could do was lay limp as the man changed him into a thin white hospital gown. It does nothing to stop the chills racking his form. He was blindfolded once more and unchained before being carried out of the room. 

He felt the man's heavy footsteps, and though he couldn’t see, he did his best to map out the building he was currently being held captive in. But as much as he tried, he just couldn’t figure out the layout of the place. Seriously, at some points it felt like they were walking through a maze. Just how big is this place?

Eventually the man comes to a stop; he hears a door open and is set onto a cold metal table. He shivers as his exposed skin makes contact with the metal; the gown hardly covered anything, and the room was freezing. Another set of footsteps entered the room soon after.

“Oh hello, what can I do for you today?” A new voice spoke. They sounded friendly.

Shouto tried to speak out for help. He wanted to tell them he was kidnapped and was here against his will, but it all came out a jumbled mess of sounds. It seems even the muscles in his tongue were forced to relax.

“Hey Doc. I need you to do a full examination on the kid. Test him for everything you can. I want to know if he’s harboring any diseases from his time in that filthy line of work.” 

“My, my, Dabi, I thought you said the boy was a simple host, not a streetwalker.” A man said in an overly fake jovial tone. 

Oh. He’s not going to help him. The doctor is like Dabi. He was in on the kidnapping and knew he was coming.

“Well, you never know with those One for All types. The club advertises itself as a decent establishment, but our men have found evidence that many of the lower-class hosts have been partaking in prostitution outside of work. The club knows of the issue and turns a blind eye so long as it doesn’t happen within their walls. I need you to check to see if he was whoring himself out or not.” 

What? What is he talking about? No clients are ever allowed to touch the hosts; it was the most important rule. But now that he thought about it, the less popular hosts did spend a lot more time outside of the club. And there were a lot of hosts that were very hostile toward Shouto when he first arrived and started quickly making his way up the ranks despite a lack of experience and training. Oh. Maybe Dabi is right, but he never did anything like that! He would never!

“So crude,” he muttered under his breath before replying, “As you wish.”

“I’ll be back for him in two hours; make sure to be done by then.”

“Of course! That’s more than enough time!” Shouto could hear the grin in his voice and an underlying hint of darkness.

“And doctor? No experimental treatments or unnecessary prodding on this one.” The door slammed shut. 

“Well, he’s no fun, is he?” The doctor cooed. “Poor thing, looks like he already put you through the ringer, didn’t he?” Shouto flinches as a hand grazes his temple; he doesn’t need a mirror to know his face is bruised along with most of his body.

“Well, we best get started lest he come back in a fiery mood.”

Shouto spent the next two hours being poked and prodded. His blood was drawn, and every inch of him was thoroughly examined. His eyes, ears, and mouth were all checked. Then he was stripped again and checked physically. Each touch was torture; he could never tell when it was coming or what was going to happen with the blindfold covering his eyes. He could tell the sadistic doctor was finding amusement in his fear too. Making himself as silent as possible before prodding him with a needle or pressing down on a sore bruise, then softly chuckling at each flinch and cooing sweet words he truly doesn’t mean. By the end of the appointment, he was left trembling and in tears, waiting anxiously in anticipation for the next violating touch. Relief floods his body when he hears the door slam back open. Dabi was back. 

Shouto heard the man's footsteps coming towards him. He flinched as a large hand gently carded through his hair. He cried out, begging to go, but he was hardly understandable. It seems Dabi got the message, though, seeing as he growled angrily at the other man.

“I thought I said no experiments, Doc.”

“Of course not, young Dabi! The little one is just being a bit sensitive; I'm sure he can attest to that as soon as the relaxer wears off.” 

“He fucking better.” Dabi said gruffly. “So how is he?”

“He is still intact and in perfect physical health aside from the damage you've done. There are no signs of disease on his body, though the results for his internal test will take a few days to process, but I believe they will all return negative. He shows no signs of sexual history or abuse.” 

“Hmm, we’ll see about that. Send me the results as soon as they're done.” Dabi picked the boy up and began walking towards the door. 

“You should really take care of him better. He’ll get sick at this rate.”  The doctor said in a knowing tone in his voice.

“He’ll be fine,” Dabi responded dismissively. 

The door swung shut. The only sounds in the halls were Dabi’s heavy footfalls and Shouto’s sniffling. He didn’t like the way relief flooded his body when Dabi came back. He was the one who left him there in the first place, but he couldn't help but feel safe in the man's arms. 

Everything around him is unknown; he doesn’t know what is happening or what's going to happen in the future, but at least he knows Dabi. He’s the only familiar thing in this place, and that brings him a tiny bit of comfort, though it probably shouldn’t. There is just something about him that is so nostalgic. He’s starting to think he may have known him from before he was a host. But from where?

He can’t remember.

They arrive back at his cell; his ankle is cuffed, and Dabi pricks him again with a needle. He hears the door close and assumes the man left. After about twenty minutes the relaxer wore off; he stretched his aching limbs and reached up to take off the blindfold. He was startled when he noticed Dabi sitting at the foot of his bed. 

“Do you know my name?”

Shouto hesitated. The last time he failed to answer correctly, he was beaten and had his clothes taken away, but silence would only anger the man more. He lowered his eyes and braced himself before replying, “No.”

Surprisingly he wasn’t punished, at least physically, this time. The man just threw a water bottle onto his lap and left, stating. “That's all you're getting today then.” 

He chugged half the water immediately and decided to save the rest for later. His stomach grumbled, aching for food. He hadn’t eaten since the day before he was kidnapped; the day of, he had skipped breakfast, assuming he would fill up with snacks at Mina’s birthday party.

He was starting to feel lightheaded; every time he stood up, black spots would cloud his vision. The water in his belly emphasized just how empty it was. With nothing to do and no viable plans of escape, he decided to go to sleep. If only to take away the hunger pain. Luckily he was able to keep the gown; it didn’t cover much, but it was better than nothing. At least it gave him another layer to protect him from the bitter cold that haunted the cell.

The lights are off when he awakes. He didn't know how much time had passed; it was impossible to tell without windows. He woke up with a splitting headache and a hot, feverish body. Everything hurt, his nose was runny, his throat was sore, and he could hear an uncomfortable rattling in his lungs when he breathed. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he sobbed alone in the darkness.

He doesn’t know how long he spends like that, but eventually the light flickers on, and Dabi comes back. He looks down at him in concern? That's weird; maybe his fever is making him see things. The man placed the back of his hand on his forehead. 

“Shit.” He cursed quickly, uncuffing the boy's foot and sitting him up. “Come on, Shou, we’re going back to the doctor, okay?”

“No!” The boy shouted. The only word he heard in his feverish state was doctor, and he refused to go back there.

“The Doc’s not that bad. He’ll help you feel better. Come on.” Dabi picked the crying boy up bridal style.

Shouto struggled against the man as if he was being sent off to his death. Kicking and bucking in his hold, all while tears blurred his vision and sobs left his throat. “Please no!” 

“Shouto! Calm down-” The boy was making his fever worse, getting so worked up. He needed to calm down.

The loud yelling. Turquoise blue eyes. It was all so similar. His fever-riddled mind couldn’t tell the difference.

“Father, no! Please don’t make me go!” 

“What did you say?” 

“Father?” He cracked his bleary eyes open, and oh. He had forgotten where he was. He’s not home with Father or back at the host club. He’s with Dabi, and boy, does he look terrifying.

“No. You’re wrong. You're still fucking wrong.” 

“Look at me, Shouto.” Dabi grabbed the boy's jaw forcefully, moving his gaze upwards, gripping the boy’s face so hard his knuckles turned white. He ignored the boy's crying, shouting. “Fucking look at me! Think, Shouto, who do I remind you of? Who do I look like? Who am I?”

Shouto paused his struggles, opening his eyes and looking directly at the man. Once he looked past the piercings, tattoos, and burns. He saw his mother's delicate face shape and slender figure. He saw his father’s vibrant turquoise eyes and the volatile anger that came with them. He saw Natsuo’s long white lashes and Fuyumi’s eye shape and smile. He saw his family.

He saw.

“Touya-nii?” 

“Finally! I know it’s been a while, but I had hoped you wouldn’t have forgotten your dear older brother so easily.” A teasing smile crossed the man’s face, so similar to Natsuo it hurt.

For a moment he just stared in shock. It couldn’t be. There's no way his deceased older brother was alive. All this time he spent blaming himself for his death just for him to be here in the flesh. Just for him to kidnap him and treat him the same as their father.

Why? Just…why? How could he do this?

Then what the man said caught up to his mind. He scrambled to explain himself through stuttered sobs.

“I didn’t! I w-wouldn’t! I-I saw you burn, the house i-it collapsed…Father left you behind…Y-you died. It was m-my fault…father didn’t s-save you because of m-me. B-but how? H-how are you alive?” 

Touya wiped away the tears from the boy's eyes. Looking down in satisfaction at the mess he had created. “Shh-shh, it's okay, baby. None of that matters right now. All that matters is getting you healthy again. We can talk about all that other stuff later.” 

“No doctor?” The boy whimpered. Looking up at his brother? with pleading eyes. He was so tired, everything hurt, and he just wanted to go to sleep. His body felt like it was on fire, and his head felt like it was stuffed with fluff. Everything was hazy and blurry; he felt like he was on the verge of fainting.

“No Shouto, no doctor.” He leaned his head down, placing a kiss on the boy’s forehead. “Shit, I need to get you in the bath quick; you're burning up.” 

His brother carried him through the halls, not bothering with the blindfold. From what he can tell from the long hallways and tall ceilings, they were in a wealthy estate similar to the one they grew up in. The crown molding, expensive wallpaper, and art hanging from the walls were dead giveaways to the wealth and power that resided in these halls. Whatever his brother’s been up to these past years, he’s clearly been successful at it.

They stopped at a large wooden door. They entered a large, luxurious bedroom. His brother left him resting on the king-sized bed in the center of the room while he entered another room. He heard the sound of running water as he laid there, teary eyes squeezed shut in pain. 

After a couple of minutes, Touya came back. He stripped him of the medical gown he was wearing and carried him off to the bathroom. The boy gasped, eyes snapping open as his legs were dipped into the freezing cold bath. He whined, tightening his grasp around Touya’s neck, not wanting to let go and be fully submerged in the icy water.

“Let go, Shou. It’s for your own good.” The boy refused, squeezing his eyes shut and holding on tighter. “Come on now. You don't want to be punished this early, do you?”

The thought of being hit in his current state was enough to have him quickly releasing his hold. He didn’t want to risk the man getting angry and beating him again, especially not when he felt so weak. He shivered as he slipped the rest of the way down into the bath. The tub was huge; the water was chest level.

His body shook as his brother cupped his hands in the water and brought it up to his head, wetting his hair and face. He let him soak in the frigid water until it was lukewarm, then checked his temperature and drained the bath, refilling it with new cold water. He repeated the process five times until the boy's high fever began to lower. Once his temperature was back to being at a safe level, the man began to clean the sweat and grime that had accumulated on the boy’s body.

Shouto braced himself when he saw his brother grab a pink bottle and squeeze some shampoo into his hand. He shut his eyes hard, expecting the rough hair pulling and harsh scrubbing to start, but it never did. His brother gently ran his fingers through his hair, massaging the shampoo in, and gently raking his fingers against his scalp. His head was tilted back as Touya poured water through his hair, rinsing it free of soap suds.

The gentle scent of strawberry wafted through the room. His brother’s eyes were soft as he took care of him, nothing like he was before. It was hard to believe that this Touya and Dabi were the same person.

Touya lifted him to stand on his knees and then began to wash his skin. He moved the loofah in slow circles, softly washing away the sticky sweat that had left an uncomfortable itch beneath his clothes all night. Then rinsed away the soap before draining the bath and taking him out. 

His brother dried him off with a fluffy white towel, tenderly dabbing away all the water from his skin and hair. He wrapped him up in a new dry towel and picked him up, bringing him back to the bedroom. He lays him down on the bed and disappears into another room, presumably a closet. 

Shouto’s head feels a bit better; it still hurts, but at least he doesn’t feel as unbearably hot anymore, though now he’s freezing. He curls up using the towel as a blanket while he waits for his brother to come back. The thought of escape briefly crosses his mind. He was unchained and unsupervised; he could try if he wanted to…but he doesn’t know anymore. Everything was so confusing, and he still felt so sick. He doubts he’d even get very far, and it would only anger his brother, who for once seemed to be in a good mood. He debated with himself for a while before deciding to save those thoughts for another day. He'll definitely escape…eventually…just not today.

Touya came back with a stack of clothing in his hands. He lifted the towel off of him and pulled his legs straight, moving the boy to lay on his back. He moved each of the boy's feet into the leg hole of the boxer briefs, lifting them up his legs and lightly slapping the boy's thigh and telling him, “Up,” when he reached his upper thighs. Shouto whined; he could dress himself, but his brother wouldn’t listen.

The man had just scoffed, “I know that, but why would you when I’m here? Now lift your hips. I won’t ask again.” a bit of irritation leaking into his voice. The boy was quick to obey in fear of being punished. He lifted his hips and his legs, sat up, and raised his arms, doing whatever the man ordered of him. When Touya was finished, Shouto was left in a warm set of pajamas. A baby blue hoodie with matching sweatpants and white fluffy socks. 

Touya moved him to lay beneath the covers, resting his head on the soft, silky pillows. He rummaged through the nightstand beside him, pulling two bottles. He opened the first one and offered him a pill. Well, more like ordered, he put it up to his lips and grunted, "Open,” like it wasn't even an option to say no. 

“Don’t swallow it yet.” 

Shouto held the pill on his tongue; he had assumed the man was going to give him water to wash it down, but he just opened the second bottle. He poured red viscous liquid into the clear cap and held it up to his mouth, waiting for him to open it. The boy could smell the unappetizing bitter scent of cherry cough medicine, though he ignored it dutifully, opening his mouth and allowing the man to pour it in.

“Swallow”

Shouto obeyed the order, choking down the thick mix of medicine. Grimacing at the awful artificial cherry and medicinal taste stuck on his tongue. While his brother chuckled, ruffling his hair and calling him a ‘good boy’ as if it were a compliment.

“Good little boys who listen to their big brothers deserve rewards, don’t they, Shouto?” Touya purred, teasingly waving a water bottle he seemingly pulled out of nowhere in the boys’ face.

“Yes, please.” Shouto doesn’t care anymore; he just wants the gross taste out and to go to sleep.

He allows his brother to tilt his chin up and feed him sips of water all while cooing and saying, “See, baby, life could be good here. All you have to do is behave. Just like this.” 

The boy didn’t know how to respond to that, so he simply gulped down another mouthful of water and ignored it, drinking until the bottle was empty. After he was done, his brother tucked him under the covers and finally allowed him to go to rest. 

He wakes up some time later to his brother lying next to him absentmindedly petting his hair while scrolling on his phone. 

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Better,” He groaned, yawning and stretching out his limbs. His stomach lets out a loud grumble. He is starving. He hadn’t eaten in days; his stomach felt like it was eating him alive.

There's this mocking smile on his Touya's face when he asks. “Hungry?” As if he didn’t know the answer to his own question. As if he weren't the reason Shouto was starving.

Shouto takes a breath, quelling his rising anger, and looks up at his brother with doe eyes and answers pitifully, “Yes. Can I please have something to eat?” 

“Of course all you had to do was ask.”

Yeah right, when could he have asked when all the man did was rough him up since he got here. He only started acting nice today, and Shouto can’t even figure out why. It was bizarre.

A couple of minutes later, there's a knock at the door. His brother goes to answer and comes back with a tray of food. Shouto sits up expecting his brother to put the tray on his lap, but of course he doesn’t do that. Instead he takes a seat beside the boy and begins to blow on a spoonful of soup. He brings it up to Shouto's mouth with an expectant look on his face.

Shouto doesn’t hesitate, opening his mouth and accepting the food. It was just plain chicken rice porridge, but it tasted so delicious to the starving boy. He swallowed it quickly and opened his mouth for more.

Touya snickered as he watched the boy. His little brother looked so pathetic, like a baby bird waiting to be fed by its mother. It was adorable.

Shouto’s face flushed in embarrassment, the irritation from earlier rising once more. He forced himself to calm down. He can’t risk setting the man off and having his food taken away.

He allows him to continue feeding him, giving him occasional sips of tea, until all the soup is gone. The only thing left on the tray is a small cup of diced fruit jelly. Shouto grabs it without thinking, taking the small plastic spoon off the top and going to peel it open when his brother growls.

“Did I say you could do that?”

“N-no, I’m sorry.” 

“Put it back and give me your hand.”

Shouto followed the command, putting the jelly back onto the tray and putting his trembling hand into his brother’s. Touya struck his hand five times in quick succession, slapping the skin hard until it was pink.

“Bad boys who don’t listen don’t deserve dessert,” he said sternly. 

Shouto doesn’t know why something so simple, a childish punishment really, was his last straw, but it was. All his emotions just came crashing down at once. Everything he had to endure because of him floated to the forefront of his mind. The man invading his workplace. The stalking. The harassment. Dabi revealing himself as Touya. His deceased brother coming back to life and kidnapping him. The beatings. The doctor. Everything just accumulated and came out in the form of heart-wrenching sobs. Sounds he didn’t even know he could make were slipping from his mouth, expressing his despair to anyone that could hear them.

“Oh baby, are you seriously that upset over a little thing like this? You really ar-”

He couldn’t handle the patronizing cooing anymore. He threw aside his better judgment and screamed.

“S-shut up! Just shut up! What is wrong with you! Why can't you just leave me alone! Why are you even doing this!? What did I ever do to you-” A hard strike to his cheek sends him falling back onto the mattress. He tries to throw a punch of his own, but the man caught his arms, pinning them to the bed. 

“Don’t sit there and act so fucking innocent! You took everything from me! I should have been the Todoroki heir! I should have been his father’s favorite! Instead, it was you, and all you did was throw it away like it was nothing. An ungrateful little brat like you should have never even been born! Your whole existence is proof that I was never enough for Father!” 

“I never asked to be born! I didn't want to be his heir! I didn't want any of this!” Tears flowed freely from the boy’s eyes, his head was pulsing in pain, and all he could think was why? Why is he always blamed for actions he had no part in? It seems in every universe Shouto is the catalyst to his family's suffering.

“Oh please, because the life of a prissy little masterpiece is just sooo hard. You threw it all away to be a cheap whore at some host club! I wonder how Father would feel knowing just how pathetic his golden child really is.” The mocking tone and smug look on his face were enough to send the boy's blood boiling.

“If you hate me so much, why bother bringing me here? Why spend all this effort toying with me if you despise my existence so much! Why not just take advantage of my disappearance and go back to Father? Tell him you're alive and take my spot! Why are you bothering with me at all!” 

A long pause. His brother stared down at him silently with an unreadable look. 

“Answer me! Why am I here, Dabi!” 

“It’s too late for any of that. I'm going to right our father’s wrongs and make you what you should've been all this time.” His brother's eyes darkened; for a moment, Shouto really thought he would finish what he started all those years ago.

“Are you going to kill me? 

“No…no..you’ll see.” 

The answer did nothing to calm the boy.

===

Dabi may not have been the heir to the Todoroki conglomerate, but the second in command to a massive criminal organization with ties in the police force, politics, and million-dollar corporations is not so bad. Though his journey up the chain had been a difficult one. 

After his failed murder attempt in which he barely fled with his life. He was found unconscious on the forest floor miles from his home by a pair of hikers. He was rushed to the hospital, where he stayed in a coma for a year. The burns left him unable to be identified, with no ID or missing persons report; he was treated as a Jane Doe. The doctors had removed all the burnt flesh, replacing it with skin grafts that, despite healing correctly and closing up any open wounds, left behind a marred, scaly texture to his skin.

After he woke up, he was subjected to a year of both physical and speech therapy to heal the damage not only externally but also internally. Over a year in a hospital bed had left his body and stamina extremely weak. Thankfully the nurses watching over him in his comatose state were very attentive, and none of his muscles had atrophied. But his lungs had been damaged from the smoke inhalation along with his vocal cords. 

He had to relearn how to talk with his new voice and walk more than a couple of steps without being winded. It was a long process during which he faked amnesia. When he had first awoken, he had been unable to speak, therefore unable to answer any of the doctors pressing questions. Once he moved forward in his physical therapy and was able to speak again, he decided against telling them his true identity. If his father hadn’t found him yet, then surely it was for good reason he had assumed.

Once he had regained most of his strength and mobility, he ran away. He had overheard the head nurse in charge of him mention foster care and their plans for his future and wanted no part in it. He had snuck out in nothing but the hospital gown he was given. 

He had tried to go back to the only home he's ever known but found only ruins in its place. He walked and walked until he found a public library. He went in ignoring the wary and horrified looks. He had honestly been confused; ever since he left the hospital, people on the street would avoid him like the plague, their eyes almost bulging out of their skulls as they stared at him. He knows the thin gown he was wearing was a bit bizarre outside of a medical setting, but it can’t be that bad, right? 

He took a seat in the computer section and began his search for his father, only to be left gutted at what he found. In a recent interview, his father had mentioned how he had three children, two boys and a girl. The interviewer joked, “Are you and the missus ever going to make things equal with a fourth?” His father had replied, “No, I am content with my children as they are.”

His existence had been erased. 

All the grace he had given his father crumbled away as he faced reality.

During his recovery he had deluded himself into thinking that his father had not saved him because he trusted he could get out of the burning house on his own. That he knew in his heart, he was better than Shouto and didn’t need someone to rescue him. But no, he left him for dead on purpose. He was comfortable with him burning. He was content with his death.

The hospital he had been staying at was only thirty minutes from their home and the closest one in the area. If anyone had bothered to look, they would have found him immediately, but no one ever did.

He ran to the restroom feeling nauseous. He slammed the door open to an empty stall and proceeded to empty his stomach. There wasn’t much to begin with, only some soup and water he had been given in the homeless shelter he briefly stayed in. His hands gripped the sides of the toilet as bile burned his throat on its way out. He slumped over when he was finished and began to cry. Sobbing quietly with his fist in his mouth to muffle the sound.

When he got up, what felt like hours later, he felt empty, like there was no place for him in this world. He robotically made his way to the sink, washing his hands and rinsing his mouth. His eyes caught his reflection in the mirror, and his heart stopped. He looked like a monster. Red swaths of textured burns covered his body. The bottom of his face and neck were marred. The stress from his home life had been giving him white hairs even before the fire, but now his whole head was white, not a strand of red left. All of this combined with his voice, it was no wonder everyone was staring at him. The hospital never allowed him to look in the mirror; they believed it would send him into a state of shock. 

They were right. 

When he looked at his reflection, all he saw was a stranger. He thought to himself, ‘That couldn't possibly be me. That can’t be Touya Todoroki, the firstborn son and rightful heir to Endeavor Industries… No..Touya died in the fire.’

He was now something entirely new.

He was homeless for a long time, spending his days doing whatever was necessary to earn money. He didn’t like to think about all the time he spent in dark alleys on his knees or pressed up against walls. When he was sixteen, he was kidnapped by one of his regulars, a drug dealer who took alternative forms of payment for the pills Touya couldn't afford that he needed to soothe the ache in his skin from the fresh scars. He didn’t notice the signs of obsession forming in his dealer’s eyes before it was too late. He was imprisoned and used as the sick man’s *** toy for months. It wasn't until members of a gang the man owed money to showed up and freed him. They had murdered the man and each of his grunts in cold blood. The only reason he had survived was because one of the killers realized he wasn’t there by choice. He took mercy on him and offered him an ultimatum. 

Leave with them or die here alone. 

He joined the gang All for One and began work as a grunt in one of Japan's largest crime syndicates. Since he was so young and inexperienced, he spent a lot of time training his body, learning to use weapons, and doing anything to be useful. He didn’t want to disappear like the others who tried to run. For the first two years, he was essentially an illegal errand boy, lookout, getaway driver, or really anything they asked of him. He spent any free time he had honing his skills and getting stronger. 

Once he showed them how capable he was, he was moved up. He started to be put on larger missions, and the better he did, the bigger a name he made for himself. Eventually he found himself stationed as Tomura Shigaraki’s bodyguard. It was during this time that the other man took notice of his abilities. He took notice of the success rate of missions he went on, the clever strategies he would employ, and the ease with which he used weapons. 

He was quite skilled with a gun; he had a deadly accurate aim and sharp intuition on when to use it. Of course he was still quite partial to arson, though flamethrowers were too bulky for most jobs, but bombs and other explosives weren’t. That’s not to say he wasn’t good at the subtler modes of fighting; he excelled at hand-to-hand as well as knife and stealth training. If not for his distinct scarred skin, he would've been an excellent spy.

Before he knew it, the successor of the All for One mafia began to include him in confidential strategy meetings along with asking directly for his input on new recruits and his opinions on his plans. He even met all of his most trusted confidants. He was doing all the work of a higher-up, but he was still being kept at a distance for some reason. It wasn't until he went on a mission with them all that he found out why. It had been a test, though he hadn’t known at the time.

They were ‘meeting’ with a rival gang who wanted to join forces. Dabi was going to act as a bodyguard for Shigaraki. The first half of the meeting had gone well, then a fight had broken out. A sniper hidden somewhere in the room had taken out the entirety of their associates in the blink of an eye. Touya moved to stand in front of Tomura, reaching for his gun, but it was one against ten. Ten guns pointed at him as the opposing leader barked at him to keep his hands where he could see them.

“If you leave him behind, we’ll let you walk out of here alive.” The man offered, gesturing to Shigaraki.

Dabi had done the only thing he could. He pushed Shigaraki to the ground, screaming at him to run as he fired as many rounds as he could before he was knocked down by the rain of bullets hitting his body. He had laid there in pain waiting to die, but after a minute he realized he wasn’t bleeding. He sat up confused, groaning in pain, and saw the rest of the League sitting there with Shigaraki, no sign of the 'rival gang' anywhere, as if nothing had happened. 

Turns out they had been firing rubber bullets. It had been a test to see where his loyalties lay. Since he was a part of the gang by force, taken as compensation for his dealer's mistakes. They wanted to see if he’d take the opportunity to run or protect the boss if given the chance. He had passed.

After that he was the boss's second in command. He took on the identity Dabi and tattooed over the scars of his past. He left his old life in the past, never looking back. At least he thought he did; it wasn’t until rumors of Shouto’s disappearance began to circulate the underworld. At first he had thought ‘good riddance’ and left it at that, thinking nothing more of it.

It wasn’t long until he found out the brat ran away on purpose. The ungrateful little shit took Dabi’s birthright and spat it out right in his face. He was going to find him and make him regret ever being born.

He used every contact he had and set off his search for Shouto. He was unsuccessful. For an entire year, the boy managed to evade him. It wasn’t until he was on a mission to infiltrate a club rumored to be owned by their rival gang One for All that he found him. 

It had been a complete accident; he was flipping through the options on the host menu while booking his ‘date’. He was going to pick one randomly just to get it over with when his brother’s picture caught his eye. He stared at it in disbelief. Shouto’s hair was dyed black and his grey eye was covered, but he couldn’t fool him; that was his brother through and through.

Rage like he’d never felt before filled his veins, infecting every part of his being. 

How dare he? 

How fucking dare he!

He had the life Touya dreamed of, and he threw it away willingly to sell himself off like a whore. Something Touya was forced to do to survive.

Fine!

If Shouto wants to know what life is like outside their father’s protection so badly. He’ll show him exactly what happens when you leave the nest.

He’ll discard him and make him feel worthless as he did when Enji left him to die in that burning building. 

Then he’ll remake him into something new just as he had become.

He’ll make him into something useless. Something that holds no purpose other than to please. 

The dumb, adoring little brother he should have been. 

The kind of brother who would've looked up to him with stars in his eyes instead of looking down upon him. 

It was something he realized during the fire. He liked seeing his little brother weak and reaching out for him. He liked seeing him broken and screaming out for help.

It felt right.

He would make it that way again.

Even if he had to break Shouto over and over again to make it happen.

===

Figuring out how to survive living with his brother was a nightmare. 

The first thing he learned was that Touya is very mentally unstable. The smallest things can set him off and end in punishment for Shouto. It was terrifying and left him trembling each time it happened. The man could change at the drop of a hat. Suddenly he’ll be aggressive, verbally tearing him apart or lashing out physically, and he’ll have no idea why, or he’ll be so sweet it’ll give him whiplash.

He was given a new room next to his brother's connected by a door. It was a medium-sized bedroom lacking any windows but filled to the brim with soft pastel colors and cute childish items. The walls were a pale eggshell blue plastered with decals of soft clouds and pale yellow stars. He had shelves lined with children's storybooks and soft plush animals and toys littering almost every surface. His bed, if you can even call it that, was a mix of a baby's crib and a dog's kennel. There were wooden bars surrounding the entire bed, and it opened and locked on the top. Though as restricting as it was, it was very comfortable; the mattress and pillows were plush, and the blankets were so very soft.

He was given an extensive new wardrobe that rivaled the one he had back at the club. Inside were all sorts of clothes, both female and male, some that looked more like costumes than outfits. His brother liked to use him as his own personal dress-up doll and loved to humiliate him. If he dressed him in his kitty onesie, he was expected to 'play pretend' and act like his personal pet cat. If he tried to refuse his 'games,' he would be punished. 

His brother expected absolute obedience; anything else was unacceptable. It was something he was forced to learn very early on.

“You will never be your own person.”

“You're my piece to use. Mine to own. Mine to have.”

“If I say walk. You walk. If I say jump. You jump. You listen to me no matter what!”

“No one will ever love you if you can’t even follow such simple directions, Shouto.”

Eventually, Shouto noticed the pattern and learned. Touya only likes him when he’s acting weak and dumb. When he feels like he’s in his proper place, beneath him. He believes as the last-born son he should have been the one deemed useless and pushed aside by Enji.

The thing about his brother is that he hates Shouto for who he truly is. He hates that he is naturally smart, that he can pick up new skills as quickly as he starts them, and hates that he was their father’s favorite. He says he loves him, and maybe he does in his own weird way, but it's only when he's acting “correctly” that he gets to feel that love. 

There’s always this unhinged glint in his eyes wherever he slips up. He’ll be all too happy to throw him in isolation, stripping away all his nice things and spanking him until he conforms. Sometimes it feels as if he’s baiting him to misbehave just so he can punish him.

He had been dozing off during his ‘school time’–A time where Touya pretends to be his teacher and punishes him for every right answer.—He hadn’t slept much the night before and was struggling to stay in character. Touya had asked him a question, and he answered instantly without thinking.

“What is 8 x 12?”

“96.”

Dabi slapped him across the face. Just because an answer is correct doesn’t mean it’s right with his brother. He’s learned that the hard way.

“What’s 8 x 12?”

“I-i don't know n-nii-chan!” He cried out despite knowing the right answer. 

“That's right, baby, you don’t know. That kind of work is too hard for a little boy like you to understand.”

The worst day of his life takes place a few months into his forced stay.

The day he learned he could never escape. 

Shouto’s natural instinct had always been to fawn. He's never been much of a fighter. It's always been easier for him to become what his abuser wants until he can safely get away. So when his door was accidentally left unlocked by a servant at feeding time, he took the chance to escape. His brother had been busy working and hadn’t visited him all day. He thought it would be safe to leave.

He made his way down the long, winding hall searching for a staircase to make his way to the ground floor. He looked out one of the windows for the first time and was horrified at what he saw. Miles and miles of uninterrupted treeline; there was no sight of civilization aside from a long dirt road. He put it out of his mind and kept going. He was going to try to escape no matter what!

Eventually he ran into a flustered young man turning a hall; he was dressed in black tactical gear and had a gun holstered to his belt. The man’s eyes had widened almost comically at the sight of him. 

Shouto didn’t hesitate; he ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could, ignoring the guards' terrified pleas.

“W-wait please, you don’t understand! He’ll kill me if he finds out!”

Shouto ran faster, finding a staircase and jumping down three steps at a time. 

He didn’t listen. He should have listened. It was all his fault.

He made it to the next floor and made his way through identical-looking halls as multiple sets of footsteps pounded behind him. He only turned to look behind him for one second when he felt his body slam into someone.

“Shouto?”

The blood drained from the boy’s face as he looked up to see his brother staring down at him incredulously before anger flooded his face. "What the fuck are you doing down here?"

“Where is his assigned guard?” Dabi barked at the group of guards standing a foot away from them, staring anxiously.

A young man shakily stepped forward. 

“Look at him, Shouto. Look at what happens when you disobey me.” His brother grabbed his jaw forcefully, moving his head to stare forward.

It happened in slow motion. Shouto watched in horror as Dabi drew his gun and fired five shots. Four in the man's chest and abdomen and one in his neck. The guard fell to the floor, lying in a puddle of his own blood; his throat made an odd gurgling sound like his lungs were expelling the last of his breath, then silence.

He was dead.

Someone died because of him.

There was a high-pitched ringing in his ears. He thinks Dabi was saying something else, but he couldn’t hear him over the ringing and the burning in his lungs as he hyperventilated. He vaguely remembered being thrown back in his cell, but it was honestly all a blur. 

The subsequent punishment for escape paled in comparison to the realization that Touya has killed before. He did it with the practiced ease of an experienced killer. 

Just what did he do for work? What really happened to him in those years he disappeared?

It was all he could think about in his confinement.

He could hardly sleep. All he could see was the man's dead body lying there whenever he closed his eyes. It was terrifying. The uncertainty was killing him. Touya already tried to kill Shouto once; who's to say he won’t try again? If he steps one toe out of line, will he be next?

His head felt like it was filled with static. Something was changing, and he knew nothing would ever be the same again.

1 year later 

In an attempt to protect itself, the boy’s mind began to change his perception of reality. As his living conditions worsened, Shouto’s mind began to degrade. He unconsciously began to separate his brother into two separate entities as a coping mechanism to help deal with the stress and trauma in his life. 

There was the mean stranger from the club, Dabi, who comes to punish him and his big brother Touya, who loves him and saves him from Dabi. So long as he behaves, he doesn’t have to see Dabi anymore.

An unexpected result from the conditioning, but Touya can’t say he doesn’t like it. It was euphoric to see his little brother come crying to him, telling him “Dabi” was being mean and he needed Touya-nii to make it better. To have him cuddling up to him without care or begging for his affection like it was something sacred. It was like staring into a mirror of his past, though unlike Enji, he gave his baby brother all of his attention. 

It felt like a part of himself that had been aching since childhood could finally rest.

As he stared down at his little brother, playing with a puzzle meant for young children, he finally acknowledged it.

“I love you, Shouto.” 

His baby brother looked up, giving him a smile so pure and undeserving of someone like him, and replied, “I love you too, Touya-nii!” 

It felt right.

Meant to be Yours

By:fairystar111

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Summary:

He did it. He got away, but at what cost Why is it so difficult to be away from his kidnappers? Can he even call them that anymore? Katsuki thought life would be better once he escaped the League. But why is everything so different from what he remembered? Has his life always been this bad? Why can’t he stop wishing for the home he left behind?

Characters: Bakugo Katsuki, Tomura Shigaraki/Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Spinner | Suuichi Iguchi, Kurogiri, Magne | Kenji Hikiishi, Mr.Compress | Sako Atsuhiro, Himiko Toga, Twice | Jin Bubaigawara, Hawks | Keigo Takami, Eraserhead | Aizawa Shouta, All Might | Yagi Toshiniri, Nezu, Class 1-A.

Tags: Stalking, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Platonic Yandere,Emotional Manipulation, Yandere Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Yandere Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Parental Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Parental Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, parental yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, Claiming Bites, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Subtle EraserMight, Morally Grey Nezu (My Hero Academia), Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission.

Start/Previous/Next

“Daddy, let go! I want to go play with Himiko!” Bakugo whined, trapped in between his parents in their nest. Dabi was lazily playing with his hair while Shigaraki had a firm grip around his waist. 

Shigaraki squinted down at the pup locked in his arms. “Do you think you deserve to leave the nest today?” 

The boy puffs out his cheeks, huffing, “Yes! I’ve been very good; I've been listening to you and Papa, and I haven’t been naughty lately.” He could feel Himiko across the pack bond, urging him to come play with her, getting more impatient the longer she had to wait. 

“Hmm, so it wasn’t you that ate the snacks I had stashed in my nightstand?” Tomura chuckled when he felt the pup’s shock, then guilt buzz through the bond. 

“Okay, maybe a little naughty, but Daddy, please, I’m bored.” Bakugo would have never thought to whine like this to his biological parents, but things were different with the League. Despite being kidnapped by them, he's never felt more safe to express his desires. Whatever they may be.

“Come on, just let him go; we need to meet up with that recruit I’ve been telling you about and will be gone anyways. There’s no point in leaving him here alone.” Dabi said aloud, before whispering, “Plus a bored Katsuki is a naughty Katsuki. If we let him tire himself out playing, he'll be all sleepy and sweet by the time we get home, and we won't have to struggle putting him down for bed.” into the Alpha’s ear. 

Several beats of silence pass, then, “...Fine. I won’t punish you for stealing this time, though in the future I'd prefer if you'd ask for permission first. You know we’d give the world if you wanted it, puppy. All you have to do is be a good boy and ask.” Tomura said sternly.

“I'm sorry, Daddy. I promise I'll ask from now on…Can I go now?” Bakugo answered, not sounding all that apologetic and more impatient than anything.

An exaggerated sigh of exasperation “Yes,” Tomura responded, a deadpan expression on his face.

“Okay, bye Papa! Bye Daddy!” Katsuki kissed Dabi on the forehead and nuzzled his cheek, leaving his scent on him, attempting to leave the nest only to be caught by his scruff and turned right around. 

“And where’s my goodbye kiss?” Tomura grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the pup.

“Do you deserve a goodbye kiss?” The boy shot back cheekily. Feeling warm as his Papa snorted and looked away, snickering into his palm.

The Alpha let out a playful growl before pouncing on the pup. “You little brat! You know I was going to let you get away with it, but maybe you do need a punishment.” 

“Whatever, I can take it.” Katskui scoffed, crossing his arms and playfully glaring up at the Alpha with a petulant pout. 

Shigaraki teased, “Oh, you think you're tough? We’ll see about that.” He clawed up his hands and dug them into the unsuspecting pup's stomach, tickling him mercilessly. 

“Haha–No-ahah-wait–hehe, stop! He yelled out through his laughs, though it did nothing to slow down Shigaraki. 

“Oh? What happened to Mr. I can take it? Is this too much for you?” Tomura mocked the rapidly flushing boy, speeding up and pulling even more cute giggles out of him. 

“Papa, help!-Haha-Stop him!” Bakugo turned to Dabi pleading.

Only for the scarred man to say, “You dug your own grave, baby; now you can lay in it.” and start tickling his neck too. 

“Okay! Okay! I–haha-get–ah-it! I’m–haha-sorry! You d-deserve–hehe–k-kisses–ahaha–t-too!”

“Damn right I do. Well? I'm waiting.” The Alpha taunted, looking down at the still-giggling pup with adoring eyes. His baby, who had been pumping out nothing but contentment and happiness through the bond ever since he’s taken his claim. Who is looking up at him like Tomura himself raised the sun and moon just for him. It makes his chest so tight with an emotion he never thought someone like him could have, love. He feels so much love for this feisty little pup, it feels like his chest could burst. He sends the flood of emotions through the bond and watches as the boy's eyes glaze over and cheeks flush, purrs slipping out of him loud enough to rattle his chest. Tomura releasing his own raspy purrs when he feels the boys love flooding the bond in return.

Katsuki dropped a feather-like kiss onto the man's cheek, nuzzling his nose, leaving behind his sweet caramel scent and taking the Alpha’s scent of dust and morning dew with him. He nuzzled his Papa’s cheek one last time, relishing in the comforting smokey scent of campfire and roasted marshmallow. He almost gets lost in the haze of pheromones and emotions, content to lay in the nest soaking in his parents' love and affection. It's only when he’s tapped on the nose and Papa says, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” that he remembers what he was supposed to be doing.

He slowly makes his way to the edge of the nest, looking back at his parents for their approval before he finally makes his way out. He gets their permission in the form of an affirming chuff and a, “Alright baby, have fun; we'll see you later.” 

As he makes his way down the halls towards Toga’s room. He can’t help but think about how crazy his life used to be. He used to spend his days so angry and repressed, always focused on the next violent action that could help take his mind off the pain. Training his quirk until sundown and studying late into the night, often forgetting to eat and sleep, all to become the world's next greatest hero. Now all he does is laze around like a spoiled pet, getting steady affection from everyone around him and being loved. He hardly needs an escort anymore and is free to roam around as he pleases so long as he gets permission first. He's even going back to school! Online, of course, but he finds it so much easier to focus on his studies when he doesn’t have to worry about keeping his classification hidden. He hasn't mentioned hero studies to his parents, and he probably won't. He doesn't want to poke that bear when things are so good right now. 

Aside from schoolwork, he keeps busy by trying to play video games with Daddy and Spinner. Key word: trying, because Tomura wipes the floor with them every time. He’s not even trying half the time! And he doesn't even have the decency to be smug about it, only ever feeling amused by Katsuki’s pouting or endeared by his competitiveness. 

He plays daily with Himiko and Jin. She’s always excited to show him a new gift she brought home for him, usually a toy they can play with together or a snack they can share. Jin has forgiven him for his past misdeed and gone back to being his same old self. Though he does scruff him preemptively if he knows they will be alone together, which Katsuki can't blame him for.

He has access to the kitchen now and can cook and practice baking with Papa and Kurogiri. He can cook for his family again, and this time it doesn’t feel so degrading like it did in his old life. Now it feels like an act of love to present a new recipe he helped cook to the pack. It never fails to make him feel warm when he sees his family enjoying his food. 

He still gets teased by Atsuhiro and spoiled by Magne. Though less than before since he told his daddy to make them stop doing it so much. He doesn’t know what Tomura did, but they toned it down immediately after. Now Magne does things like watch movies and do makeovers with him instead, which he likes better than being dazed and stuck in her nest. Sako is still insufferable but in a more bearable way. He helps him with his studies and dutifully tutors him on anything he is stuck on and spoils him with gifts he ‘finds’ on missions. 

The only thing he really missed from his old life was his training regime. He missed feeling the soreness in his muscles after a good workout and being able to get out all his caged-up energy through training. He tried to ask his parents to let him start training with them exactly one time. His Papa had frozen up with such a horrified expression on his face when he mentioned being trained by them. Then his scent had gone so thick with anguish it had sent them both reeling into a drop so bad it took them three days to come out of it. When he finally came to, Daddy had forbidden him from doing any type of physical training or mentioning it again in front of Papa. He had accepted the consequence, immediately feeling bad for upsetting Dabi, though he didn’t understand why the question had upset him so much. 

He’s pulled from his thoughts when he reaches Himiko’s room, knocking and waiting for the girl to answer. The door slams open, and he is quickly pulled into the room. He spends the rest of the evening with her and falls asleep in her room; he only notices his parents have arrived home when he is pulled from the cuddle pile and carried out of the room by his Daddy. He’s brought back to their nest and into his Papa’s waiting arms. He falls back to sleep instantly with his parents' comforting scents surrounding him.

===

He was woken up in the early morning by the tightening in his bladder. He tried his best to wiggle his way out of his parents arms without waking them, but unfortunately his daddy is a very light sleeper.

“What do you need?” Shigaraki murmured sleepily, tightening his arms around the boy's waist.

“Bathroom,” Kasuki whined, squirming uncomfortably. 

“Hurry back,” he said, nuzzling the back of his head one last time before loosening his grip and allowing the boy out. 

He hurried out of the darkened hall into the bathroom. He finished up quickly but felt thirsty. He was making his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk when he heard a sound. It was a strange sound like a bird ruffling its feathers. The living room was too dark to locate the noise, so he turned to find the light switch when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and hoisted onto someone's shoulder. 

At first he thought it was a prank; maybe one of his packmates was playing a joke on him, but when he felt into the bond, everyone was asleep; only his Daddy was half-awake waiting for him to come back. He went to scream, but something soft dug its way into his mouth, gagging him. Instead he sent his panic and fear through the bond, alerting the rest of the pack of the danger and begging them to come save him. He didn’t want to be kidnapped again, especially not by an unknown intruder who may have a vendetta against the League.

The person made their way to the cracked third-story window and jumped out; just then they heard the loudest, most aggressive snarl Katsuki’s ever heard in his life. Daddy was awake, and he was angry. No, anger wasn’t enough to describe it; it felt like a raging pool of fire was racing through the bond, overpowering everyone. Only rivaled by his Papa, who felt so terrified, then so overwhelmingly sad, mourning the loss of their pup. Katsuki’s cries couldn’t reach them, but he hopes they can know he didn’t leave intentionally.

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut, expecting them to plummet to their deaths, but nothing happened. The fluttering noise was back, though this time it sounded like wings flapping. He opened his eyes but could only see a blur; they were moving so fast he could hardly see the city below. He turned his head towards his kidnapper only to realize he wasn’t being kidnapped by some villain; it was the Number Three Pro-Hero and Alpha: Hawks. 

“Hawks?” Bakugo called out, confused, as Keigo landed onto the pavement.

“Sorry about the rushed escape, kiddo. They were starting to catch on to me, and this was my last chance to rescue you. I couldn’t waste time explaining myself before grabbing you; hope I didn't startle you too much!” Hawks explained, though it was far from the truth. 

Shigaraki and Dabi had tried to kill him when he met up with them earlier that day. During the fight he had smelled a sweet scent of Omega on both Alphas, different from anyone else in the League. Keigo had theorized it was from an Omega partner or member, the pair kept strictly at base. He had planted feathers on both men before making his escape.

Once night fell, he had followed the feathers and found the location of their base. He was going to kidnap recover the Omega and use them as leverage save them from the League. Though his plan fell through when he infiltrated the base and couldn’t find the origin of the scent anywhere. At least not until Bakugo Katsuki stumbled out into the hall. The Alpha pup had been drenched in the scent, so much that Keigo assumed the captured Omega must have also been kidnapped and held where the boy had been. He was going to ask the boy the location of the Omega and save them both, but the feather he planted picked up the rustling of someone waking up. He had to make the split decision to save one or none. He decided to run with the boy, grabbing him and escaping through the window. Thankful he ran when he did because soon after he heard a feral snarl so dangerous it made even his Alpha want to cower. 

“You actually came to save me? But why? It's been so long." It’s been months; everyone had given up and deemed him a lost cause after the first couple months in captivity.

“I couldn’t give up; it's not what heroes do.” The commission, on the other hand, did give up, after the one-month mark, deeming the case cold and labeling Bakugo as nonviable for heroics if ever recovered. 

“But everyone gave up... It's been three months.” A fresh wave of sadness seeped out of him, momentarily freezing him. In the chaos of the rescue he had momentarily forgotten he no longer had his scent patches; his status as an Omega was on full display. The scent of terror began to roll out of him in a thick fog. He tried his best to try to stop it, but it was too late.

“It's not that they gave up; it's—wait, why do you smell like that?” A sharp inhale from the Alpha then. “No… There's no way y-you can't be. Every report, every file, every witness stated you were an Alpha. So why? Why do you smell like an Omega, Bakugo?”

“I-i-” There's no use trying to lie to an Alpha, especially one of this caliber. It’s over; his cover has been blown, and now everyone will know he’s an Omega.

“And what is this?” A taloned hand gripped his chin, forcing his jaw up, revealing the bite his pajamas had been partially covering. “Who did you accept this from?” 

“...” He can't say it; he just can’t. If the heroes find out Shigaraki was his sire, they would never trust him again. If they knew he was compromised and belonged to a villain, they would never allow him to be a hero. 

“Answer me now, Omega!” The Alpha’s command shot through Bakugo, urging him to speak against his will. Using someone’s biology against them is a cheap trick for a hero, but Bakugo can’t put it against Hawks when he did the same to Jin. The sharp scent of pine and cedarwood spread in the air, urging him to obey the Alpha.

Click! A camera flash from above breaks the Alpha’s focus and saves him from answering. Then another and another until all Katsuki could hear was Click! Click! Click! They were surrounded by a sea of flashing white lights.

Hawk’s hand shot out to his neck, covering the bite, and smiled, saying, “I’d really love to stick around and chat, but I’ve got a family to reunite! See ya around!” 

He took off into flight muttering, “Fuck Fuck FUCK!” This changes everything. What is he supposed to do with a villain-claimed Omega pup? This wasn’t something he was supposed to bring in; this isn't a rescue story that is going to sell and appeal to the masses. The commission isn't going to be happy with this.

He has no choice; he has to report to the commission first before he can bring the boy anywhere else. But what will they do to him if he does? If they see that bite, they are going to torture the Omega, exploiting his bond with the League, and use him as bait to draw them out of hiding. He doesn't want to see the boy hurt, but his hands are tied; he belongs to the HPSC the same way Bakugo belongs to the League. Maybe he can fudge the story a bit, not so much that he is directly lying but enough to save the pup from a life tied to the Commission as well as the League.

They made it to the Hero Commission’s headquarters after a few tense minutes of silence. Hawks landed onto the roof of the building, setting Bakugo down onto his feet. He pulls out a roll of bandage from his utility belt and begins to wrap it around the boy's neck. 

“Keep this wrapped around your neck; don't let anyone take it off of you.” Keigo ordered not giving the boy a chance to misbehave. “Keep your head down, be quiet, and follow me.” 

Katsuki is taken through a white, sterile building with long, winding halls. It's like a maze; they go up, right, left, and down over and over again in what seems like a random sequence. Katsuki is left confused by the time they make it to a door to an office. He has no sense of where he is; all he knows is it’s cold, unwelcoming, and he wants to go home. 

Hawks raps his knuckles on the door; they wait what seems to be an eternity before they are let in.

He’s brought into a large conference room. There was a long table in the center of the room with multiple men in suits seated around it with a woman sitting at the head of the table. Hawks said his greetings, then took him aside to sit in the corner facing the wall. He took off his soundproof headphones and placed them on Bakugo, poignantly instructing him to behave before he left to report to his superiors. 

Bakugo finds it weird that he’s being left out of the debriefing when he’s the direct victim in all of this.He knows they're talking about him. About how he was rescued, how he was Omega, not an Alpha, it shouldn't bother him, but it does. This is his story! Why is he stuck in a corner while someone else speaks for him? He tries to sit quietly, but as more time goes on, the more impatient he becomes. He knows he shouldn’t, but he subtly dislodges the headphones from one of his ears, just barely enough to filter in sound but not look off. The conversation he hears rattles him to his core.

“A strong quirk like that and an Omega?” A man let out a long whistle. “He’ll be helping make the next generation of heroes stronger than ever.” 

“Yes, perhaps in a few years we can mate him with Hawks. Hawks is a suitable Alpha and obedient to the commission. He won’t mind having to share. He understands our cause and what it means to be a hero. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Hawk's voice answered robotically. 

“Explosion and Fierce Wings will make a dangerously effective combination.”

“Do we still have Nagant’s DNA in storage?”

“I'd imagine the mixture of her Rifle and his Explosion would be quite powerful as well.”

“The possibilities are endless; the sooner we get him started, the better.”

“Quiet down!”

“Hawks, do you believe the League would risk their own safety to get him back?”

“No, I don't believe they would. He was a bargaining chip at most and a failed recruit at least. I don’t think they would waste any effort or supplies in recovering him.”

“And did anyone see you rescue him?”

“Yes ma'am, soon after I escaped the base with the target, we were ambushed by paparazzi.” 

“Damn it, Hawks! You just lost us a valuable asset.”

“We’ll have to send him back to UA. The public will start to question where he is if he is not returned to his parents after being seen with you.”

“The school can handle taking his statement along with his medical examination and reunification.”

“We’ll send someone over to edit his statement once it is complete.”

“What a shame to lose prime breeding stock like that.”

“Pretty face, light-haired, fair-skinned, and lacked any heteromorphic genes in him. He would—"

Katsuki fumbled to put the headphones back into place, feeling sick to his stomach. 

How could these people speak like this? They were speaking like quirk traffickers! Were they really not going to return him if they hadn't been photographed? Did they seriously plan to breed him like an animal against his will? Not even the League had done that! 

How are these the people that govern heroes? How could these people make the rules that shape society? When they are corrupt! It doesn’t make any sense! It’s fine; they said they’re taking him back to UA. When he gets there, he’ll report what he heard and get these fuckers fired. He flinches when he’s tapped on the shoulder. The headphones are lifted off his head, and Hawks says, “Come on, we're heading out now.”

“They don’t want my statement?” Bakugo asks, pretending not to have heard anything. Who knows what they'll do to him if they did?

“No, a detective will be meeting us at UA to take your statement there, as well as your parents. They’re calling them right now; they should be there by the time you arrive.”

“Oh,” right, his parents… He had forgotten he would have to go back to them after escaping. It's not that he’s not happy to see them; it's just…there was really nothing to miss. Their bond had died ages ago, and he had hardly even seen them before he got kidnapped; they spent most of their time out of the house working. And the little time he did spend with them was always filled with patronizing lectures and reminders to keep his unruly behavior in check and his classification hidden. He doesn’t even want to know what hate they’ll spew this time, because not only was he kidnapped, but he was claimed, and his status as an omega was exposed to both heroes and villains alike. I guess I have that to look forward to, he thinks to himself sarcastically.

He’s silently ushered out of the building and into a nondescript black car with dark-tinted windows and no license plate. It's sketchy; he doesn’t want to get in, but he sits himself next to the window, clicking his seatbelt into place, and ponders the rest of the drive.

He really made it out. It’s strange to think that for a while there he had lost any hope of ever seeing the outside world again. He thinks he should feel happy, but for some reason his eyes keep flooding with tears at the thought of never seeing the League again. He knows he should hate them; he does, but after living with them for so long, he knows he could never feel that way. They gave him something he hadn't had in a long time: a real pack. He will always remember and cherish that feeling. He just hopes whatever path they choose to go on, they’ll be okay without him. 

=== 

The car comes to a stop; someone opens his door for him, and as he steps out, three things happen in rapid succession. He hears the familiar voices of his classmates screaming his name; he is quickly pulled into the group of crying, smiling pups, then passed from one to another to be hugged and told how much they've missed him. All until someone notices the bandages and gasps that he’s hurt and he is being handed over to Aizawa. 

The scruffy omega hugs him so tightly he swears he could feel his bones creaking. His teacher croaks out a watery, “It’s good to see you, kid.”

All Might clasps a hand onto his shoulder, “Indeed, young Bakugo, we have missed your explosive presence dearly. The class wouldn't be the same without you, my boy.” 

“Alright, alright, don't get too sappy, Senseis; I'm glad to see you all too.” Katsuki smiled. 

There was a pregnant pause as his stunned classmates stared at him in disbelief. 

“Ahem–I believe it would be most imperative that we make our way inside. Our dear student is in need of medical attention and some much-needed rest.” Principal Nezu said, breaking the silence as he popped out of Aizawa’s capture weapon. 

He’s hit with an odd sort of nostalgia when he walks through the gates. Seeing the familiar faces of his teachers and classmates brought tears to his eyes. He never thought he’d see any of them again. The school gates creak to a close with a sharp thud. Something about the doors shutting just makes his walls break down and realize he’s finally back home, safe and sound with his heroes. He’s safe, and no one can take him away anymore.

He falls to his knees with a wail, breaking down into inconsolable sobs. He feels both sadness and despair at the loss of his newfound pack but also so much happiness and relief. His emotions were a twisted swirl of contradictions spilling out of him uncontrollably. He’s sad, he's angry, he's devastated, he's happy; nothing feels stable inside of him.

Bakugo could feel himself spiraling into a drop. He could faintly hear the voices of concern around him begging him to breathe. But he could hardly listen over his desperate cries for his pack. One part of him wanted so desperately to project into the bond: Why haven’t you come for me yet? Where are you? While the other knew it was stupid to even dare open the bond lest he lose himself to his conflicting desires. So he remains in a state of disarray, dropping further and further into despair. 

“H-he's an–?” Aizawa asked, shocked. 

“Omega, yes! A most intriguing turn of events, isn’t it!” Nezu answered cheerfully, though his eyes were sharp and calculating. 

“You knew? Why wasn’t I made aware of this sooner?” Shouta growled, angry at Nezu but more angry with himself. How had he not caught it before? The aggressive attitude, the lack of connections with other pups, and the ever-lacking scent. The signs were all in front of him, practically flashing red. Yet somehow had he missed them? He was a complete and utter failure of a teacher.

“I had my suspicions, though none of them could be officially confirmed without the consent of his guardians. Who would have likely never approved or confirmed any questioning. Given the lengths they went to to hide his classification. I-” 

“Who cares about that? We have to help him!” Kirishima yelled, interrupting the white-haired mammal. The Alpha pup thoroughly disapproved of his teachers wasting time speaking when they could be helping his friend. He doesn’t care if Bakugo is an Omega; he's still the manliest bro he’s ever known, and nothing can change that! 

“I'm afraid young Bakugo’s situation is more complicated than that Kirishima. He needs to be handled delicately, or he may enter a feral state and begin attacking everyone around him indiscriminately.” All Might said, releasing calming Alpha pheromones to the surrounding area to help soothe the pups. 

“Yeah, if he really is an Omega, who knows what could have happened to him in captivity? We shouldn’t risk getting in the way of people who can actually help him, bro.” Sero spoke up while Kaminari and Mina nodded along, eyeing Kirishima sympathetically.

“I agree this is a task best left up to the teachers!” Iida said, grabbing Kirishima’s arm and holding him back when it seemed he would not listen.

“I'm glad we're all on the same page. Now everyone back away. I fear he may lash out violently if he senses you all crowded around him. He is not in his right mind and won’t recognize anyone he hasn’t bonded with. We’ll need a more secure method of subduing him.” Nezu gestured towards the eighteen-plus hero. “Midnight, if you would.” 

“Of course,” The woman silently made her way to the omega pup, keeping her steps as light as possible. The pup growled, glazed eyes focusing on her as he tore a piece of her costume with a loud ripping noise. The boy snarled, sharp fangs flashing on display as he pounced at her just as a puff of purple smoke enveloped him, effectively putting his attack on hold. Katsuki let out a weak growl before falling forward and passing out in the woman's arms.

Nemuri handed off the slumped sleeping boy to All Might to be carried back to the med bay. All Might, Aizawa, and Nedzu make their way to Recovery Girl while she and the rest of the staff help usher the students back to their dorms to get ready for class. The group of pups let out loud complaints and promises to visit as soon as classes were over. 

The group quickly makes it there, leaving an unconscious Bakugo to his examination while they wait behind the curtains. After a few minutes of tense silence, Recovery Girl walks out with a grim expression on her face. 

“The good news is he shows zero signs of any physical or sexual abuse, malnutrition, or stress to his body. The bad news is…well, you should see for yourself.” Chiyo pulls back the curtain and gestures to the boy's now unwrapped neck.

The room goes hot with thick, unfiltered rage coming from the Alpha and Omega pair. Nedzu remained seated, a calculating look dashing across his furry face.

“It’s a parental bond, you dimwits! Stop stinking up my office, or I'll have you both removed!” The old woman chided, waving her cane threateningly at the pair before continuing.

“While not great, there usually are ways to fade or lessen an unwanted parental bond, so that the child will be under less control of their pack parent and be able to live a life separate from them. The problem here is that this bite came from a pack Alpha and was placed on an Omega pup who willingly accepted it. This bond is strong and won’t fade unless Shigaraki explicitly allows it.”

“What treatment would you recommend, Chiyo?” Nedzu asked, giving the other two a moment to cool their heads.

“Well, there's not much we can do physically to wither the bond, so I’d recommend putting him in therapy and working on forming new packs with both pups and adults to make the backlash of the separation less harsh. Unfortunately he won’t be able to cover the mark since it is still fairly fresh. If he tries to hide or suppress it, he will get sick. So make sure he doesn’t try to do that. I’d also recommend a heavy scent neutralizer; the boy reeks of Shigaraki. Anyone who has ever been in contact with the man will be able to recognize the scent instantly and know he belongs to him.” 

“BAKUGO DOES NOT BELONG TO HIM!” Eraserhead snarled, despite usually being one of the most level-headed, logical heroes there is. Something about one of his students being referred to as Shigaraki’s just set him off.

Recovery Girl eyes the pair and sighs. “He does in the eyes of the law.”

“We can contest it! We cannot simply allow this to be!” All Might protested, jaw clenched and thoroughly irritated. 

“I’m going to be realistic with you both. If you try to bring this case into a court of law, the outcome you receive won't be one you like. The Association for Omega Welfare and Recovery will take one look at the boy before his stay with the League and then, after, and give full rights to Shigaraki. Heroes and villains don’t matter to them; only the care and health of Omega citizens, especially the pups, matter. Shigaraki took care of him well, seeing as he arrived in better condition than when he was in our care. Since Bakugo approved and accepted the claim himself, they will side with Shigaraki. If you want to keep the boy in UA’s custody. It would be in your best interest to handle this case privately.” The woman spoke gravely. 

“We understand. We will be having a staff meeting to fill everyone in and to discuss any plans moving forward. Thank you for the recommendations! We’ll do our absolute best to help the boy heal and move on!” Nezu chirped, then moved on to the other two in the room. “Now then, I have duties to attend to. You two wouldn’t mind watching over our dear student here, would you?”

“Of course, sir!”

“Like you could drag me away.”

===

Katsuki awoke feeling like he had been hit by a bus. He was irritable and groggy; the only thing helping was the familiar pheromones being produced by his teachers at his side. Having a suitable Alpha and Omega pair at his side helped a bit to soothe the heartache he was feeling from his separation with the League. But it wasn’t enough; he wanted Daddy, his sire, and Papa, his dam, so fucking badly it hurt. 

“How are you feeling, pup?” Shouta asked, sending a steady stream of calming scent towards his student. 

“Bad, I want to go home.” Bakugo grumbled, his usually fluffy pointed ears flopping downward.

“Your mother and father should be arriving soon.” The boy's scent goes sour in distress as soon as the sentence leaves All Might's mouth. 

“No, I don't want to see them! Please don't make me!” Bakugo whined. The last thing he wanted was to be lectured and screamed at by the pair. He doesn’t want to compare them to Shigaraki and Dabi and be disappointed.

“Calm down; it's okay; we can call off the reunification for now. Everything we do is going to be at your pace; we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Aizawa said in a calm, soothing voice. 

“Do you feel up to eating? I can have food brought up to us, anything you’d like!” All Might asked. 

For a moment the boy just stares at them suspiciously like he doesn’t quite believe them. Then mumbles. “...Mapo Tofu...extra spicy.” 

The food arrives fairly quickly. Both Aizawa and All Might ordered meals as well to eat along with him. His meal is placed on a folding tray in front of him, and for a minute all he does is wait, then he realizes. Papa’s not here to feed me anymore. Tears began to well in his eyes as he looked down at the delicious-looking portion of food on his lap, completely untouched. 

“What's wrong, young Bakugo? Is the food not to your liking? I can replace it with something else if you'd like!” All Might fretted, fluttering around him anxiously but not physically touching him. The omega pup just shook his head and bit his lip in an attempt to keep his tears from falling. 

“Shh, shh, it’s alright. I know what's wrong.” Shouta had a suspicion now it was time to test it. He took the boy's chopsticks and picked up a soft cube of tofu, bringing it up to Katsuki’s mouth. 

“They took care of you like this, didn’t they?” The older omega briefly wavered as the boy showed no interest in eating from him. Dull, teary, red eyes stared straight at him, though it felt like the boy wasn’t truly seeing him. It's… okay, Aizawa thought. Feeding someone is a very intimate act usually done in closely bonded packs. It's okay if Bakugo doesn’t want to, though it hurts that the boy would accept the treatment from villains but not him.

“Go on, it's okay. We’ll take care of you now.” All Might murmured softly from his place beside Aizawa. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

The Alpha's words snapped Katsuki out of the trance; they were like the final piece of a puzzle being clicked into place. He was safe; it was okay. Maybe Daddy and Papa were gone, but it's okay because he has his senseis. He opened his mouth and allowed himself to be fed, all while silent tears shed down his face, mourning the loss of his Papa and hoping that with time he’ll be able to let it all go and move on. They spend the rest of the meal talking, filling him in on the past three months while alternating between feeding him and taking bites of their own meal, just like Papa and Daddy did. 

He learns that during the time he spent captive, the school had set up a dorm system. All students were now required to live on campus full time thanks to his kidnapping. He learns the rest of his grade have all already gone to the provisional hero licensing exams and have all moved on to real internships. Deku and Todoroki with Endeavor, Uraraka and Asui with Ryukyu, hell, Kirishima already made his official debut with Fatgum’s agency. He even missed the most coveted festival UA hosts, the UA Cultural Festival. Apparently this year everyone went all out to boost morale that had been dwindling since the training camp. Something about that just didn’t sit right with him.

They all moved on so quickly. Like he didn’t even matter. Did they even try to search for him? They were holding damn festivals but couldn’t afford to keep the search party going for a couple more months. Did the morale of the school matter more than the life of one student? 

“Are you alright, my boy?” The pup's scent had gone sour with intense irritation, and he hadn't eaten any of the bites offered to him since they began to talk about his classmates and the festival.

“I’m fine,” he said in a clipped tone.

“You–”a knock on the door interrupted the man. 

Chiyo peeked her head in and said, “The detectives are here; they’re asking if Bakugo is up for debriefing.” 

“I don’t think that would—”

“I’m fine! Let 'em in.” The pup snapped, harshly cutting Aizawa off.

And that's how he ended up here, arguing with two idiot detectives for the past hour and a half. 

“For the last goddamn time, no one ever hurt me! No, I’m not a villain, and no, they didn’t brainwash me to say that!” 

No matter what he said, the officers wouldn’t believe him. Obviously he didn’t go into full detail about what happened because that was none of their business! But the basics should have been enough. The League held him captive for three months. They didn’t hurt him; they didn’t seem to want anything in particular out of him, and he didn’t learn anything useful about their operations. That. is. all. that. happened. He doesn't know what they expect him to say, but he refuses to lie.

“Tch! Whatever! I’m done with this!” He stands up harshly, the chair behind him falling to the ground with a crash.

“Kid, you can’t just walk out of here!”

“Watch me.” He walks to the door, flipping the officers off behind his back as he makes his way out. He hears shouting and complaints coming from behind him but doesn’t pay them any mind.

He doesn’t even make it to the end of the hall before his teachers are flanking him again. He ignores their questions and makes his way out of the building, taking a right and going to the newly constructed dorms. Apparently called Heights Alliance, each building has its class number boldly displayed on the front. Which isn’t that just convenient for any villains looking to take a specific student. 

‘These people never learn…’ he thinks as his teachers show him to his dorm. The building is empty right now; the other students are busy with classes. So at least he doesn’t have to worry about dealing with them right now. His teachers give him a tour of the place, looking more and more concerned the less he reacts or speaks, but he can't be bothered to care.

He learns that the dorms are separated by both gender and classification. Betas are sorted through their gender, so they either go to the boys or girls side. Omegas are automatically sorted with the girls and Alphas with the boys. Katsuki is led to his room; it was a fairly decent-sized bedroom with only a bed, desk, chair, and his bag of recovered belongings from the training camp filling it. He learns that since he is a boy, he has his own personal bathroom in his room while the girls share a communal bathroom; the same goes for female Alphas on the boys side. At least he knows if he wants to lock himself away for long periods of time, he can. There’s a communal kitchen along with a row of washers and dryers to do their own laundry. Dinner and chore schedules are decided by the students. And curfew is 9 pm every weekday and 11 pm on the weekends. 

His teachers look at him hesitantly as they finish up the tour heading back up to his room. He snaps at them to spit out whatever bullshit they’re going to spew now.

“You’ll be starting therapy with Hound Dog on Mondays and Fridays starting next week.” All Might blurts out, earning a harsh glare from Aizawa for his forwardness.

“What! Why?” Katuki yelled. He doesn’t need someone to baby him and tell him how to feel. He’s fine; why should he have to go to therapy over this when no one else had to go after the USJ incident? 

“Bakugo, you went through something that would be extremely traumatic for an adult, let alone a child. Therapy isn’t a punishment; it is something to help you heal and wrap your head around what happened to you. You understand that, don’t you?” Aizawa said in a gentle coo. 

“Ugh, fine. Anything else?” He asked when the annoying hesitant look popped back up in their faces. 

“These are for you. Every day before you leave the dorms, spray some neutralizer onto your neck; it should help hide the scent of Shigaraki. The scent patches are optional but recommended if you want to keep your scent from being tracked and classification under wraps. Also, please remember you cannot cover or suppress the claim in any way, or you will get rejection sickness. If you need anyone to talk to, you can always come to us or Hound Dog.” Aizawa handed him a bag filled with scent neutralizer and scent patches. 

They want him to–what? Do they expect him to just cover up and act like nothing happened? Like he wasn’t gone for three months. Like he hadn’t bonded with a new pack, like he hadn’t found a family. 

“...get out.” Katsuki whispered.

“What?” All Might asked.

“I said get out!” The boy shouted. The duo hesitantly stepped back into the hallway. 

“We’ll see you to-” The door was slammed shut in their faces, and a click of the lock being turned was heard. 

Bakugo rips the sheets from the bed and methodically starts to form a nest. It's lumpy and misshapen. ‘Papa would have never made a nest this bad,’ he thinks, tearing up. He sinks into the nest and begins to cry thinking about the past couple of hours.

He didn’t mean to lash out at his teachers; they're only trying to help. It's just everything was happening so fast. Logically he knows that they’re right; he should be covering up Shigaraki’s scent, or he’d be placing a huge target on his back. But it felt like a betrayal, like they were asking him to cast aside his sire as if it was nothing. They were asking him to choose them instead. He knows he should; they're the heroes after all, but it felt like he was abandoning his pack. It's not fair. He doesn't want to choose...not yet.  

=== 

Back in the conference room, the teachers of UA gather around a large desk for an emergency meeting. The topic of the meeting being the successful rescue of UA student Bakugo Katsuki and his treatment plan for recovery.

“Three months ago our student was kidnapped by the League of Villains; today, at four o'clock in the morning, he was rescued by the hero Hawks while on a deep infiltration mission with the League. He was brought to the Hero Public Safety Commission headquarters for testing and debriefing before arriving here. While at the Commission, they made a very peculiar discovery. Young Bakugo is an Omega. The boy's records had been falsified sometime after his birth, and he has been living a lie for the past fifteen years.” Nezu paused, allowing the shocked teachers a moment to react.

“Sir, how could this have possibly gotten past you?” Midnight asked, shocked.

Mic turned to her upset, “Not just him, how did none of us see it! We're supposed to be his teachers, for God's sake; it's our job to notice things like this!” 

“What's the boy's condition? He’s an omega and was held captive for three months. There's no telling what could have happened to him.” Kan asked seriously. 

Nezu sighed. “That is the problem; I called you all here to discuss. The pup arrived in pristine condition; some would argue even better than before he was taken.” 

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“It would be better if you see it first in private rather than when the boy is back in class. Take a look at this photo and tell me what you see.” Nezu slid a stack of photos and watched as everyone took one, cataloging each teacher's reactions. 

“No–” Horror.

“That's–” Disgust.

“It can't be–” Shock.

“A bite!” Panic.

“It’s not just any bite; that's a claim from a pack Alpha.” Nezu declared, throwing the room further into disarray. Every teacher in the lounge stiffened, the scent of the room shifting rapidly to disgust and anger.

Aizawa cut through the gasps and shouts of disbelief. “Before things escalate, take a look at the area in which the bite was placed.” 

“Oh thank god it's not a mating claim!” Nemuri yelled, sighing in relief.

“W-wait, but that means someone in the League put a parental claim on him?” 

“Not just anyone; it was Shigaraki, the pack's leader.” Aizawa said calmly, rolling his eyes when the teachers began yelling over each other again like a bunch of rowdy pups.

“But it doesn't mean anything, right?”

“It could just be a superficial bite!” 

“Yeah! Bakugo would never accept a bond from a villain!” various murmurs of agreement were heard.

“I wouldn’t say that. You have to understand, young Bakugo was with the League for three whole months. Who knows what could have happened in that time to make him imprint? All Might augured. No one knows the horrors they could have put the boy through to make him vulnerable and pliant enough to accept. It’s not their job to judge, only help heal what has been done.

“We shall not cast judgment on the boy. When pups are in distress, it is only natural for them to cling to the one bringing them comfort, even if they are a villain. The boy has been claimed, and there is nothing we can do to change that; we can only move forward.” Nezu said.

“But Nezu, what will we do if Shigaraki comes to get him?” Dread.

“We cannot interfere with a pack leader taking custody of their pup.” Anxiety.

“We could lose our licenses for even trying!” Panic.

“For now we will barricade the school to the best of our ability and limit the boys' outside exposure. Since Shigaraki is an S-Tier villain, we can block him from stepping foot on UA’s property. So long as he does not make any physical contact with the boy, we should be able to undermine the bond and keep them from being reunited.” Nezu tapped his paw against his chin. 

“Judging by the bold placement of the bite, Shigaraki wants it to be known that the boy belongs to him. He’s daring us to interfere with the bond legally. If we do, full rights to the boy will go straight to him. The knowledge of the bond will have to be kept secret. We will fabricate the story of his rescue and time with the League. No one can know of this until Bakugo is strong enough to fight it off on his own. This conversation does not leave this room, am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

=== 

Bakugo thought he would be happy coming back to UA, that everything would go back to normal, and he could get back on track to becoming a hero, but he was wrong. The news of his rescue broke the same night he was brought back to UA. A vague story was put out about his time with the League and rescue by Hawks. Thankfully, there was no mention of the bond or his real classification.

But since then, news outlets have been clamoring for an interview or pictures of him. There were reporters stationed outside the school waiting to catch a glimpse of the kid who survived three months with the League of Villains. It was so bad, Nezu had to make an announcement that if any student was caught leaking pictures or information to the press, it would be grounds for an automatic expulsion. Which helped ease his worries a bit.

Though the principal couldn’t do much to help with the rumors going around. Since the story they put out was so vague, everyone had a theory on what happened to him. People online, on TV, and in person were all talking about him. He can't stand the constant whispering when he walks by, the pitying glances, and pointing at his neck. Everyone was dying to know what happened to him and what the bite on his neck meant. 

Even his classmates were walking on eggshells with him. He knew they all wanted to ask; he could see it in their faces; they wanted to know too. And that’s fine; it's normal to be curious; what he hates is all the fucking pity being directed at him. They were constantly hovering around him as if he’d be swept away as soon as they stopped watching him. They act like guards, redirecting people away from him and trying to fight for him as if he couldn't handle a few mean questions. Everyone was treating him like he was made of glass, like he’d instantly shatter if someone made a rude comment towards him.

Nothing was how he left it. It was like he came back to a new world, where nothing was how he remembered it. Suddenly he was not someone to be feared or an opponent to compete against; all he was was a victim who could do nothing but be pitied. He doesn’t know if it's because they know he is an omega now or because he was kidnapped—maybe a combination of the two, but no one was taking him seriously anymore.

One week after he was rescued, the side effects of the heavy quirk suppressors he was on began to wear off. He could use his quirk again, though not as effortlessly as he could before. He spent weeks training one on one with both Aizawa and All Might to reach the strength he was at before. When he had finally managed to form a couple ultimate moves, he was able to move back to the normal heroics class. 

Though when he went to change into his hero outfit and walk to the training ground with the rest of his classmates, they had all stiffened at the sight of him. Then, when the exercise began, no one would fight against him with full force. He screamed, yelled, and taunted, doing anything to get them angry enough to fight properly, but nothing worked. He thought it would wear off at first if he gave it time, but no matter what he’s doing, someone was always there trying to ‘help’ him.

Yoayarozu gently plucked the knife from his hands when he tried to cook, taking over without asking. Iida stays a constant presence at his side during his morning run when Katsuki knows he can run faster than him and usually finishes earlier. Kirishima follows him around no matter where he goes and growls at anyone who tries to interact with him negatively. Izuku constantly barges into his space, trying to scent him or cuddle without any care, as if they were friends now just because he found out they were both omegas. No amount of explosions or yelling would make any of them stop. 

It was starting to piss him off. Were they all looking down on him? Is it because he was so behind the rest of them in training? After classes, all his classmates go to their internships, while Katsuki is stuck waiting another semester until he can take the licensing exam as a second year. Do they think he’s weak? Like he’s some sort of pitiful omega that can’t even help himself. 

Even his teachers were acting strange with him. He was getting all sorts of special treatment to turn in assignments late or have extra time on tests as if he were stupid. He’s getting sick of the pitying words and actions and is beginning to resent those around him. He snapped and bit Midoriya the other day because the other pup just wouldn’t stop pestering him. His classmates started to give him a wider berth after the incident, though they still acted the same and just kept a distance. He didn’t want to resort back to that type of behavior, but it's the only thing that makes them leave him alone. Though he did get chewed out by Mr. Aizawa for it and sent to Hound Dog for the incident.

Speaking of Hound Dog, Bakugo doesn’t know where that man got his license from, but it should be revoked because clearly he doesn’t know what he is doing. He keeps messing with his mind and he hates it.

“Bakugo, you do understand that the act of kidnapping was wrong, correct?”

“I know that! I do; you guys are the ones you don’t understand. They didn’t do anything bad to me. I-I’m fine."

“I know they didn’t do anything harmful to you; your bond is proof of that, but I want you to acknowledge that the way they acquired you was wrong. You can agree with that, yes?”

"Yeah, the summer camp stuff was pretty messed up, I guess…”

“It’s okay to miss them, you know. It's understandable that they became like a family to you in your short stay, didn’t they?” 

“I don’t miss them! They're villains; I shouldn’t care about what happens to them.”

“But you do, don't you? You care for them and are worried for them, aren't you?”

“I-i don't know." 

He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. One part of him desperately wants to go back while the other wants to forget it all and stay in UA, even if it isn’t as great as he remembers. He doesn't want to feel this way, like he’s caught between two worlds, but he is. He misses the villains dearly, but he still wishes for his dream to be a hero to come true. The only way to do that is to stay; he has to stay no matter what. No matter how shitty his life feels at the moment, if he sticks it out, it will get better. It has to.

===

For the next few weeks, he tries his best to follow through with Hound Dog’s advice. He does his best to tolerate his classmates and answer any questions they have. He doesn’t bite or snap at them anymore and allows them to integrate him into their ‘pack’. He allows All Might and Aizawa to take Shigaraki and Dabi’s place in caring for him, and he tries his best to forget.

For a while things are okay; he doesn’t feel like he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown every day. But every now and again when he’s feeling down, he’ll feel it—a gentle prodding in his mind that reminds him that the bond is still just as strong as it was the day he was rescued. He tries his best to ignore it no matter how insistent it is, but it always makes him feel so empty, like a part of him is missing. 

The messages weren’t helping either. 

A couple hours after he had shooed his Senseis out of his dorm on his first day back to UA. He had gone through the bag of his belongings recovered from the summer camp. He found a couple changes of clothing, some hygiene products, his laptop, some school supplies, and most importantly, his phone. The same phone his daddies the villains had originally contacted him through. The authorities never went through it. It had been found unburnt or damaged in the forest by one of his classmates and had been waiting for him here untouched all this time.

The thought had crossed his mind to admit to Sensei that the phone was the first way the villains had begun contacting him. But even the thought of telling someone was mortifying, so he thought, Why bother? I mean, he was already rescued; it's not like it's a necessary detail for them to know now. So he kept it to himself. 

The first month back there was silence on both ends in the bond and his phone. But whenever he was ever feeling distressed or overwhelmed, he would feel a gentle prodding through the bond, then Ping! A message would pop on his phone. 

Unknown Number: Hi baby, I just wanted to let you know how much we miss you. If you ever need someone to cuddle or talk to, you know your papa can be there in an instant. If you ever need me, I'm just a call away.

Me: Read at 3:00pm.

Unknown Number: Bye Katsuki, I love you.

New number saved as “Papa” 

When he was attending a movie night with his classmates and would get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pups trying to scent or groom him. Ping!

Unknown Number: Do you like my new coat Kats? [An image of Toga in a pink winter coat.]

Unknown Number: I miss you so much! I wish we could play together again! Are you having fun at school? I wish I could go with you! Say hi to Izuku and Ochaco for me!!! Love you, bye!

Me: Read at 8:30pm.

New number saved as “Himiko” 

He did his best to ignore them, but he couldn’t find it in himself to actually block any of their numbers. 

===

Everything came crashing down the day he met with Nezu. He had been trying to schedule a meeting with the man for weeks to discuss his time in the HPSC. One month after arriving, he got his meeting, and oh, how he wished he hadn't. He wished he had never opened his mouth and had gone back to being a naive little hero student. Nothing will ever be the same.

Bakugo had knocked on the large door, waiting for a response before opening the door.

Nezu sat at his large desk, looking through some files, as he gestured for him to sit in the small chair in front of the desk. It was almost funny; the desk was so tall that Bakugo had to crane his neck to look up to speak to him. But hey, he can’t judge; everyone has to compensate for something, right?

“So what did you want to speak to me about young Bakugo? I hope you are doing well, dear boy.”

“I-i…” He knows what he wants to say, but the words keep getting trapped in his throat.

“Yes?” Nezu replied; his tone had almost a teasing lilt to it.

“The HPSC tried to traffic me.” Bakugo blurted out, eyes glued to the floor. 

“What?” All the playfulness drained from the man's voice.

The boy continued on, “After I was rescued, I was brought back for debriefing; only they didn’t speak to me, just Hawks. He reported to them that I was an Omega, and they talked about keeping me and breeding me with other heroes to help make the next generation of heroes stronger. They spoke like I didn’t have a choice, and they've done it before. The only reason I was brought back to UA at all was because we were photographed by paparazzi, and they thought it would be too suspicious to cover up my disappearance. You have to do something! An organization so corrupt can’t be the ones ruling over heroes. I need your help!” He finished speaking and looked up, expecting to see a horrified or even angry expression on the man's face, but all there was was a blank, emotionless expression.

“Perhaps you misunderstood what they were saying, child.”

"No, I couldn't have; they called me breeding stock for fuck’s sake!” Katsuki yelled.

A deep sigh then, “Young Bakugo, you've taken history, haven't you? You should know by now that most governments are not run for the well-being of the people but to help those in power stay in power. It is an extremely difficult system to change once it is put into place.”

“But-”

“While I understand what they are doing is deplorable, I also understand that it is simply not feasible to start a war on the HPSC. To expose something like this would only cause heroes to take sides and begin fighting amongst each other. Humans are not creatures easily susceptible to change; this would only hurt regular citizens and give villains the opportunity to cause mayhem freely throughout the chaos.”

“Maybe-”

“Now I’m not saying this is something that will never change, but coups take years and years of careful planning and secrecy to be successful. I trust that you will keep your mouth shut and this information to yourself for the time being, yes.” 

“Yes sir.” Years...years of people being abused for something to change. They were willing to sacrifice how many people in the time being to make the process more convenient. Katsuki himself had come so close to becoming a sacrificial lamb. He was only saved by the press. If they hadn’t published evidence of his rescue, he would have never been found again. He would have spent years strapped to a breeding bench waiting for someone to save him. He can only imagine how many fellow Omegas are stuck in that position right now, waiting for something that will never come. How many souls will lose hope and die in the shadows? How many will it take to get people to care?

“I'm glad we came to an understanding. Your appointment with Hound Dog will be starting soon. You should leave now unless you want to be late.” Nezu tells him, pointing to the clock on the wall.

Oh right, he forgot today is Monday. He leaves the room without another word slamming the door behind him. He makes his way to Hound Dog’s office feeling more hopeless and crushed than he’s ever felt in his life. What difference can he even make as a hero? How will he ever be able to make a change when someone as powerful as Nezu isn’t even able to do anything with all the power he's gained? How will things ever change if everyone is staying silent? He can't-Ping!  

Unknown Number: You know I’d give you the world if only you asked for it. You need only say the word. 

Me: Katsuki is typing... 

Me: Read at 4:30pm.

Unknown Number: I love you, puppy; never forget that.

Me: Read at 4:31pm. 

New Number saved as “Daddy” 

He puts his phone away as he walks through the door feeling a bit calmer. The session goes as usual for the first half, then another bomb is dropped on him. 

“I think it's time we start moving forward with the reunification process. You've told me a bit about your parents and how you are not excited to see them, but they do have legal rights to see you. They have been demanding a meeting, and we've given you as much time as we can buy.”

“I-i don’t know.” 

“You won’t have to do it alone. I will be there along with Eraserhead and All Might. I want us to have an open dialogue with your parents about the past months.”

“When?” How long does he have until he has to meet the pair again?

“This Sunday. I know it's last minute, but this was the furthest I could push. They’re threatening to file a lawsuit against us if you aren't reunited soon.”

“I–o-kay. Sunday..yeah… I’ll be...there." A sense of doom washes over him.

===

He spends the rest of the week lost in a daze of hopelessness and crushing sense of anticipation. He ignores his classmates and spends most of his time in his dorm. He doesn’t bother trying his best during training and skips any extra training after class. There’s no point when the goal he’s been chasing all his life suddenly means nothing. When being a hero won’t actually let him save those who need help most. 

He’s dreading the weekend doing anything possible to take his mind off it, but it was hard knowing his side would have left him for dead if not for a couple photographs. He was stuck in a miserable, depressive haze, going through the motions mindlessly. He wakes up, goes to class, listens to his teacher’s lectures, and finishes his homework in class, then goes straight to his room. He spends his days in his nest with his face buried in the pajamas he was rescued in. They’re the last thing he has with his parents' scents on it. Every time he starts to feel himself beginning to drop, he breathes in their soothing scents and is calmed.

He narrowly avoids dropping every day but is reminded each time how dearly he misses his pack, especially with the reunification ceremony looming over his head. Katsuki missed his Papa’s soothing purrs and his Daddy’s amused chuffs and deep raspy rumbling purrs. He misses Papa’s cooking, playing Himiko and Jin; he misses being cuddled and spoiled; the very things he said he said he "hated." Hell, he even missed his Daddy’s stern lectures. He wanted to go home, but that's not possible. His wants are illogical; what would the heroes think if he willingly handed himself over to villains? No, he can't; no matter how much he wishes he could go back, he can't.

After a day of his relapse into anti-social behavior, his classmates alerted Aizawa of his condition. The man tried to talk to him, but Katsuki didn’t bother telling him what was wrong. He’d just say the same thing Nezu did—it wasn’t worth the trouble. Aizawa brings his meals to his room, and Yagi has to physically carry him if they want him to go somewhere because he simply will not move from his nest. He growls and snaps his teeth at anyone who tries to take the scent-soaked cloth away from him. His teachers have all but given up trying to make him go to class. They come in to watch over him in shifts instead, bring him his homework, and give him updates.

He doesn’t listen to them much, though he only lays in bed dreading each day until reunification. 

On Sunday morning, Aizawa and Yagi had come to his room one hour before the scheduled meeting time. He’s slumped under his covers, refusing to move while the pair try to get him out. 

“Come on, pup, it won’t be so bad. We’ll be with you the entire time.” All Might cooed while Aizawa warned him.

“You have until the count of three to get up and get ready yourself or else we're doing it.” a pause, then he began to count down. “3…2…1…Okay, you made us do this.” 

Katsuki whines as the blankets are torn off him. All Might’s hands snake under him, lifting him up into a sitting position and asking. "Alright, pup, one more chance; will you do this on your own?” 

Bakugo lets himself fall back into a lying position, closing his eyes and ignoring them. 

The pair take that as a resounding no, and Aizawa begins to strip his clothes off while Yagi rummages through the boys’ closet for something formal yet still casual and comfortable for the pup to wear. He settles on an oversized turtleneck knit sweater with black slacks and loafers. They wrestle the limp boy into the outfit and run a comb through his messy hair. Once he is looking much more presentable, Yagi sits Bakugo in his lap while Aizawa tries to feed him breakfast.

Katsuki moves his head to the side each time the spoon is brought up to his mouth. His stomach is coiling with anxiety; in less than thirty minutes, his parents will be arriving. He feels like he’s going to throw up; he can't eat even if he wanted to. 

“Come on, puppy, just one bite, please.” 

Katsuki stared down at the spoonful of oatmeal, trembling, feeling sick to his stomach. Tears of frustration build in his eyes, blurring his vision. He doesn't want to eat! He doesn't want to leave his nest! He doesn’t want to see his parents! Why can no one understand that? Why can’t they just listen? Why does no one here listen to him? 

Toshinori rubbed the pups back when he noticed him starting to tremble. “Shouta, he's shaking quite hard. The nerves may be too much for his stomach. Perhaps he can eat after the meeting?”

"Fine, but he’s having a large lunch.” The scruffy Omega groaned, checking his watch, “It’s about time we get going anyways.”

All Might stands up, repositioning Katsuki’s legs around his waist and arms around his neck. And follows his mate out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

===

Bakugo is brought to a large nesting room. The floors and walls were covered in soft padding; there were cabinets full of nesting materials and snacks; everything about the room was soft. It was the ideal environment for a peaceful reunification, or it would be if it weren’t for the people they were waiting to meet. 

There were two sofas in the room with a coffee table between them. On one sat Nezu, Hound Dog, Aizawa, and All Might, while Katsuki sat alone on the second, leaving space presumably for his parents.

“We still have some time before your mother and father arrive. Would you like to build a nest in preparation?” Hound asked, gesturing towards the cabinets.

“No, we won't be needing it.” Katsuki answered in a resigned tone, eyes glued to the floor, ears flopped downwards, and tail tucked between his legs. He didn’t notice his teachers all sharing a concerned glance with each other.

Five minutes later, there was a timid knock on the door, followed by a loud, brash knock. “Come in!” Nezu said in a painfully cheerful voice. “Please sit down!” he gestures towards the second sofa.

“Hello Katsuki.” Masuru said as he sat to the left of him. 

"Hi Dad.” The boy quietly answered back. His father wasn’t bad, per say; he was just too passive and willing to do anything his Alpha wants. It’s not his fault; that's probably all he’s known his entire life, but it hurt. It hurts to be ignored, to be neglected, to have their bond wither and die. It probably hurt him too. 

“Hey brat eyes up here!” Mitski barked.

Katsuki raised his gaze until his red eyes were staring into her matching set. “Hi Mom,” he grumbled. His mother was the problem. She always has been. An arrogant brash Alpha born into a wealthy, powerful family. The sole heir to her family's fashion company. A woman who has always gotten her way her entire life. It's no surprise their family is so dysfunctional. She runs their house with an iron fist; it's her way or no way.

The two eyed each other for a moment, both sizing up the other before the female Alpha huffed and turned to the other occupants in the room. “So how's the brat been? You know we've been trying to see him for quite some time.”

They get to talking, leaving Katsuki to dissociate. They talk about his rescue, his time with the League, and his behavior and generally well-being. When they dropped the news about his status being exposed and claim his mother exploded.

“So you became a villain’s bitch, huh? All that talk of being a big hero, and look how that ended!” 

The room froze as the words left his mother’s mouth; it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. 

“No I-i-” The words were caught in his throat. He tried to speak, but she interrupted anyway, like always.

“Pathetic. What do I have to sign to have him pulled out of this place? He’s done; he doesn't need to be here anymore.” Mitski turned to Nezu.

“No mom, please-” Katsuki cried. 

“Mitski perhaps-” Masuro tried to interject.

“Quite! I gave your nonsense a chance, and look what happened. Omegas serve no purpose being in the hero industry. You will finish your education at an Omega finishing school, like your father did, and that's final!” She growled out the Alpha command, effectively shutting the pair up.

Nezu clicked his tongue, “If I may, I would recommend leaving the boy in UA’s care. We have far superior security, resources, and faculty than any other school in Japan.” 

The woman scoffed, “The care that got him kidnapped in the first place? Ha, I don’t think he needs any more of that.”

“Ms.Bakugo I believe it would be in your pups’ best interest to stay in UA. He has friends here; he’s attending therapy; he’s healing. Taking him away and throwing him in a new environment would only set back his recovery.” Aizawa said in a cordial tone, though his eyes were burning with fury. As an Omega himself, he knows what happens in those finishing schools; he’d been threatened with them his whole childhood. There’s no way he’s letting his student go to one. The attendees are almost always sold married off to rich, powerful Alphas as soon as they graduate, willingly or not. Barely legal adults marrying and having children before they’ve even had the chance to live. It’s not a life any good parent would want for their child.

"Well, it doesn’t matter what you want; he's my son. I can do whatever I'd like with him.” She snapped, a smug smirk on her face.

“Is that so? If the Association for Omega Welfare and Recovery were to catch wind of what you did at his birth, not only would he be taken away from you, but you both would be given jail time. The boy stays here, and that’s final.” Nezu smirked in return. Forging the classification status of a pup at birth is highly illegal and automatically punishable by jail time, depending on how long the status was hidden. The boy was pretending to be an Alpha for fifteen years; his parents would each be punished severely. They wouldn’t get out for years, and by the time they did, Bakugo would be a legal adult. They would no longer hold any power over him.

The barely hidden threat causes her to pause before the screaming begins again. “How fucking dare you! You lowly fucking rat! What authority do you have to threaten me?” 

Nezu’s eyebrow twitched, but his face remained calm. “I am not threatening you, simply telling you what may happen if the association was notified. I never said I was going to call them.”

His mom let out a sigh that means she knows she’s lost before saying. “Why the fuck do you even want the brat anyway? It's not like there's anything so special about him that another kid wouldn’t be able to replace. Why him?”

“With his quirk and training, your son is set to become one of the most powerful heroes in the nation. A talent like that cannot go to waste in a finishing school. There is a war coming, Ms. Bakugo, and we’ll need all the help we can get.” Nezu spoke earnestly. Like all Bakugo, was was a tool to be used.

“Haven't you learned anything from this whole mess? Omegas can’t fight! Look at him; he’s pathetic. All it took was one villainous Alpha, and he folded like a wet tissue. How is he going to help the war effort? He’d be better off making strong babies for the war than actually fighting in it.” She argued.

“While that may also be beneficial, the boy is still too young. The war is rapidly approaching, and we need soldiers now–” 

There's a ringing in his ear as he hears them argue and negotiate over him. It feels like he was drenched in water how quickly the realization washes over him.

They don't love him; they don't care about him; no one here does. All he is is an expendable chess piece being moved by others. Maybe he has been his whole life. Well, if he is nothing but a pawn for others to move, then at least he knows who he wants to move for. He makes up his mind and runs.

He jumps out of his seat and uses an explosion to propel himself over the couch to the exit before anyone has the chance to stop him. He opens the door and slams it shut, using explosions to ruin the doorknob on the outside. Then he runs as fast as he could out of the building, ignoring the shouts for him to stop. He runs all the way towards one of the fake cities used for training and hides inside one of the buildings. This should buy him enough time and be secluded enough for his next step. He scrolls through his contacts before finding the one he is looking for. 

He clicks on it with no hesitation and anxiously waits for the contact to pick up. Within seconds of calling, his call is answered. 

"Daddy?"

“Hello puppy, is there something you needed?” Shigaraki answered casually.

All it took was the man's calm, soothing voice coming through the tiny speaker, and Katsuki shattered into pieces. He cried, “I-i'm sorry you were right about the heroes. I know I was bad, but I want to come home. I want to be with you and Papa. Please, Daddy, please bring me home! I can't stay here anymore!” His sobs shook his body as all the emotions he had been repressing since his arrival came out at once.

“You're not bad; you were just trying to follow your dreams. But that's all they are—dreams. The reality is that there are no heroes in this corrupt society. No room for good morals to grow when hero society crushes them before they can sprout. You understand that now, don’t you, pup?” His voice flowed through the phone effortlessly, calming the boy through tone alone.

“Y-yes,” Katsuki sniffled.

“I will come get you if you promise me something first.” Tomura offered, like dangling a carrot on a stick, it was almost too easy.

“Anything!” The boy cried. He just wanted to go home with the only people who have ever truly loved and cared about him.

“Promise me that you are mine, that you belong to me, to my pack, that you will devote yourself to the pack and will never try to leave us again.” 

The implications were clear. Choose us, leave the heroes behind, and come home. Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to answer. 

“I’m yours. I'll let go of everyone from the past. No one else matters. I only want Daddy and Papa. I only want the pack. I promise.” Katsuki opened the bond and sent through all his emotion; he hopes his Daddy can feel his sincerity. 

“Good boy. Go to the courtyard by yourself and make sure not to be seen. We'll be there soon.” The line goes dead. 

He follows the instructions and makes his way to the main courtyard in front of the school. It takes him a little bit more time since he was trying to avoid being seen. By the time he gets there, he can hear the panicked screams of students and see the surrounding tree line glowing with blue flames. Papa

He breaks out into a sprint, running toward the action, not caring who sees him. He noticed something odd. Daddy was in the center of the fight, battling most of the teachers himself; he was decimating his opponents with multiple quirks. There were also hundreds of villains he didn’t recognize filling the area. A lot has changed in the past months; he hopes they'll be willing to share their stories of their time without him. 

A large hand suddenly grabs him from behind. He recognizes the quirk; it’s from a ginger girl in 1-B. He screams, “Let me go!” but stops when she winks and whispers, "Quite, Kats, it’s almost time to go home.”

“Himiko!” He whispered, turning to hug the villain in disguise. She hugs him back just as fiercely, the smell of sour citrus candy surrounding him, putting him at ease.

“Hey little bro, I missed you too, but there’s no time to catch up! We need to get you to Shiggy; as long as you make physical contact with him, the heroes won’t be able to take you away!" She explained that it was a legal thing. As soon as Katsuki makes contact with Shigaraki, then technically it is a reunification instead of a kidnapping, and the heroes cannot interfere. 

The pair run along the outskirts of the battle, pretending to be escaping students. But stop when they hear a student shout, "Kendo, I need your help over here!”

“This is where we part ways. Remember, all you need to do is make it to Shiggy. Keep running; we're all here to help you. I’ll see you at home, okay?" With that, the girl turned to help her ‘classmates’.

He runs along the flaming tree line but is stopped once again, this time by a familiar scent. He follows the scent of cinnamon and gingerbread into the forest and yelps as he is picked up from behind. 

“Atsuhiro!” Katsuki exclaims at the man dressed in his full magician costume, complete with mask. 

The Alpha set him down. "Hello, my dear boy, I heard you need some assistance getting to our fearless leader.”

“Yes please.” Atsuhiro is a master of evasion; if anyone could get him to his Daddy without being noticed, it was him.

“Take my hand, and I’ll carry you there.” He is compressed into a blue marble as soon as their skin makes contact. Time was hard to tell in the marbles; all he can feel is the vague movement of Atsuhiro running and jumping. 

There was a sudden, harsh attack, then he was abruptly let out of the marble and sent tumbling out onto the ground. He turns to see Mr. Compress doubled on the floor like someone had kicked him in the stomach. He wants to cry out in concern, but the heroes can’t know he’s trying to escape.

A hand grabs him by the scruff of his neck, and a woman’s voice rings out, “I found him!” It was the rabbit hero Mirko. She throws him over her shoulder and begins sprinting; god knows where. Katsuki tries to wiggle his way out of her hold without looking suspicious, but her grip is too tight.

This is bad. At this point in the fight, heroes from all over were beginning to appear. It was not looking good for Katsuki. Are he and the League even going to be able to escape together?

“Don't worry, pup, I am here to help! No, I’m not!” An army of Twice doubles seems to appear out of nowhere. They surround them and begin to attack Mirko all at once. The mass of clones gets bigger and bigger, eventually dislodging him from her hold. He hears her curse, reaching out to grab him but is interrupted by a punch to the back of the head. With a growl, she returns to fighting off the clones. While Katsuki is passed through the sea of clones until he lands in the hands of one with the pink handkerchief wrapped around his head.

“Jin!” The boy cried out in joy; the unmistakable scent of strawberries and tobacco gave him away as the real Jin, along with the pink cloth smelling of Himiko.

“It’s me, baby; let's finish this and get you home.” The masked man takes off the handkerchief and ties it around Katsuki’s wrist. Then he begins to sprout hundreds of Bakugo clones; each Twice that wasn’t actively fighting took one and ran in a different direction. Each young clone screamed out for help. The surrounding heroes looked agitated and confused, not knowing where the real Bakugo was. It should buy them some time; they probably won't be too keen on hitting the boy's clones with enough force they melt. 

They get to the epicenter of the chaos. The fight is currently in the air away from the students and the rest of the heroes. It's All Might v. Shigaraki, along with Hawks running interference, fighting any villains trying to aid Tomura. There were helicopters in the air broadcasting the fight. It was a mess.

“I can’t follow you into the skies. Stay here and wait for the best moment to strike. All it takes is one touch, and an automatic ceasefire will begin. Good luck, pup, I’ll see you soon!” With a kiss to the forehead, Twice leaves him to go help the rest of the rest of their allies. 

He hides behind some rubble, watching the two exchange powerful blows in the air. Eventually Tomura gets the upper hand; he uses some sort of air cannon quirk along with a red lightning-like ability to land a blow so hard it knocks All Might back down to earth. The man's body creates a huge crater on the ground below; a large cloud of dust and white steam surrounds the area. 

Tomura hovered in the air for a moment before descending down toward the edge of the crater. 

When the steam cleared, gasps were heard all around; there stood a small skeletal All Might. 

“Is this your symbol of peace? The man meant to protect you all? Don’t make me laugh! You all believe your heroes are infallible, but look at the one you put your all trust in! Your so-called hero society is an embarrassment; look at him! You did this! No man is an island; one human is not meant to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders! Burdening one man alone with the safety of the country... You have all killed your symbol of peace. I pity the next one you'll prop up to take his place.” Shigaraki stared straight into the camera as he delivered his speech, knowing they were broadcasting live across the nation.

All Might's right arm puffed up as he ran towards Shigaraki, screaming, “United States of Sma-”

This was his moment. Bakugo launches himself out of his hiding spot, propelling himself towards the villain. All Might falters just as he thought he would, stopping his attack just as Katsuki covers Tomura’s body with his own. The man stumbled, falling hard onto the ground to avoid hitting the boy. 

His Daddy’s hands plops down onto his head, one hand gently carding through his hair while the other stroked his face. Shigaraki’s nose scrunched in disgust, his ears twitching in irritation when he noticed the offensive products tarnishing his son's neck. He peeled the scent patch off, throwing it onto the floor before leaning down to lick at the bite, his tongue cleaning off all the neutralizer off the giggling pup's neck. He spat the disgusting product out onto the ground once he was satisfied his pup smelled sufficiently of him. Smiling, “There you are, puppy. Ready to go home?” 

Everyone watched with bated breaths as the child fearlessly nuzzled into the deadly hands of Tomura Shigaraki. His loud purring and swift wagging of his tail made it clear what he was thinking. Of course!

“Bakugo! Get away from him!” He hears Kirishima scream from somewhere to his left. 

“Young Bakugo, please-” Toshinori took a step towards the boy on stopping when Shigaraki snarled at him, stating.

“Not a step closer, All Might. You know, as well as I do, that this is no longer a battle you can use fists to fight. Stand down and call off your men.” 

“Of course, though I expect the same in return, first.” The hero replied through clenched teeth. 

“Paranormal Liberation Army, stand down!” With just a sentence, all movement from the villain's side came to an end on the battlefield.

Shigaraki raised a brow at All Might, “Well?” 

Toshinori raised a hand to the comm in his ear, solemnly stating. “All heroes stand down.” 

The fighting slowed to a stop, and all eyes turned to them. Many of the disgruntled heroes came to stand beside All Might, releasing loud complaints but following his lead.

“Who are they, Daddy?” The boy asked, pointing toward the hundreds of unknown villains coming to line up behind them.

"Oh, just a few new allies; nothing you have to worry your pretty little head about.” The man wraps his arms around the boy, turning him around to face the heroes. “It would seem there are some people wanting to speak with you.” 

Katsuki stiffened as he watched the sea of heroes part. Nezu and Eraserhead, along with both his parents, came walking towards them, moving to stand with the fallen All Might.

“Give me back, my damn kid, you filthy fucking villain!” Mitski screamed, snarling viciously at the Alpha holding her son captive. The only thing holding her back from pouncing on the man was All Might’s grip on her wrist. 

“Yours, you say? How exactly does this pup belong to you?” Shigaraki gently tilted the boy's head back, exposing his neck for all to see. “This bite is mine. My claim is strong and alive within him, whereas yours died long ago. You may have created him, but I have more of a right to him than any of you do. He belongs to me. I’m taking him back, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” A smug, mocking smile graced the villain's face as he watched the shitty excuses for parents seethe. Only getting angrier as the pup began to purr louder, nuzzling into the villain, ignoring them and leaking out the sweet scent of joy and contentment into the air.

Shouts of disbelief rang up from the other heroes.

“There’s no way!”

“He can't be serious!”

“We can’t just let him take him away!”

A loud bang is heard, then Nezu’s voice rings out, “Quiet down, please! Shigaraki is correct; since the two have made contact, despite our best efforts, a ceasefire will now be put into place. Any hero who dares interfere with their reunification will be putting their license at risk of being revoked. Since he is the only parent who is actively bonded with the boy, he has full rights to do as he pleases.” 

With that threat in mind, most heroes either began walking off the battlefield since the fight was effectively over or stayed behind, looking apprehensive but not willing to interfere. 

Yagi, despite the warnings, stepped forward, couching down at eye level with the boy, and asked. “Young Bakugo, please, is this truly what you want?” 

"Yeah, bro, there's no way you actually want to leave, right?” Kirishima yelled only a few steps behind his teacher. 

“You understand that by doing this you are denouncing your right to stand as a hero and siding with the villains, correct? If you leave now, you may never return to the halls of UA again.” Aizawa said in a pleading tone, hoping the warning would change the boy's mind.

“What have heroes ever done for me? They abandoned me for months, then tried to traffic me when I was rescued. You're all nothing but a bunch of lying hypocrites. I want nothing to do with any of you.” Katsuki hissed, watching as his teacher's faces morphed into ones of shock. As if they didn’t know what he was talking about. Puh-lease, they're probably just acting for the cameras. 

“We understand. Shigaraki, take your allies and leave the premises. The next time we meet will be with you behind bars.” The rest of the faculty turned to Nezu in shock. Not expecting him to give in so quickly. 

“You can certainly wish~” The villain purrs, extending a hand using some sort of quirk Katsuki had never seen before. One by one members of the League appear in some sort of gray sludge. Kurogiri greets him before opening a large portal and ushering the large group of villains to follow. 

The boy's purring gets louder and louder with the arrival of each of his pack members. One by one, each member of the League greeted him with a hug and a kiss, then walked into the portal until the only one missing was.

"Papa!"

“I’m here, baby!” Masuro answered, but Katsuki wasn't looking at him. No, he was looking at the patchwork arsonist known as Dabi. 

The smile on his scarred face could only be described as terrifying, but to the boy it couldn't be any more comforting. The pup ran, jumping into the man's arms, nuzzling into his face and neck with fervor, the older Omega returning the action just as fiercely. 

The scarred man walked over to the portal, greeting the white-haired villain with a kiss on the lips. Shocked gasps were heard all around, but it didn’t bother the little family. Katsuki only groaned “Ewww!” and looked away. 

"Oh, are your Papa and Daddy just sooo gross?” Dabi asked jokingly, eyeing his mate with a look. Shigaraki seemed to get what he was implying instantly, saying, “You never seemed to mind when we did this!” 

The two began to attack the boy’s face with kisses, leaving no place without a kiss. As the pup squirmed and giggled, whining, “Stop it!” Though everyone looking could tell he didn’t mean it. 

It was only at that moment that the villains looked normal. They all looked so peaceful, as if they were in their own little world. As if the pup in their arms was their whole world. It was only then that some understood why the boy had done it. Why he had chosen them. They would never say it aloud, but he looked happy. Happier than they've ever seen. Even if it was with villains, they were happy for him. He no longer had to suffer.

A misty head peeking out of the portal broke up the moment. “Ahem-I need to close the portal soon. Are you ready, young master?”

The pair turned to look down at the boy expectantly. The boy eagerly replied, “Yes!” The parents look down at their boy and smile, nuzzling into his hair before walking into the portal.

A scream rang out, "Katsuki, wait! I'm sorry; I should have never listened to her. I can be better! I can be like him. Katsuki, please don’t leave me! I'm sorry, baby! I’m so sorry!” Masuro cried, running towards the portal. The boy didn’t even spare him a glance. The portal closed, leaving behind devastation and heavy hearts.

===

On the other side of the portal, Katsuki is brought to the unfamiliar halls of what seems to be a mansion. He tries to ask where they are, but his Daddy shakes his head, and his Papa gestures for him to be silent. They walk to a large open living room with a huge nest nestled in the center in front of the television with some furniture placed around it. The rest of the pack are seated inside the nest, looking comfy, changed out of their villain costumes, and ready to nap. The nest sounds like a litter of kittens; when they approach it, each pack member purring loudly, so happy to have their youngest pup back home. They place him in the center, the rest of the family laying around him. Then he’s told the story of their pack.

He’s told of a boy who was a boy who was abused because of a decision his grandmother made as a hero. A decision that ultimately led him to falling into the hands of a dangerous evil man who groomed and abused him until the boy found his plans and killed him. Tenko Shimura

A girl who just wanted to be accepted and was outcast because of the quirk she was born with. Looked at like she was a monster for instincts that came naturally to her. And abused until she snapped, then blamed for being born incorrectly. Himiko Toga

A hero student who wanted nothing more than to help people but was killed. Caught in the crossfire of centuries-old conflict that had nothing to do with him. Whose corpse was stolen and desecrated until he was brought back to life. Oboro Shirakumo

A boy who was treated like an animal and bullied his whole life because of a mutation quirk. Discriminated against and beaten for simply being born different. Iguchi Shuuichi

A boy who was ridiculed for simply questioning the wealth and morality of heroes. Who wanted to take wealth away from heroes and give back to the poor. Atsuhiro Sako

A girl trapped in the wrong body just trying her best to be accepted. Only to be rejected and made a social pariah at each turn. Until her best option for a normal life was becoming a villain. Kenji Hikiishi

And finally. The son of a hero, born from an illegal quirk marriage. Genetically bred to be the perfect cross between fire and ice. A child made to defeat All Might. Cast aside and left to die when he wasn’t born with the perfect quirk. His death was hidden, swept under the rug by the HPSC. His body stolen and experimented on with no one to fight for him, the boy resorted to villainy to survive; he had no other choice. Touya Todoroki

After they are each done, telling the stories of how they got to where they are. The rest of the pack turned to look at the boy in barely concealed excitement. He was trembling with restrained rage and muttering something so quietly and viciously, the others couldn’t quite comprehend what he was saying but they could feel what he was projecting into the bond; only Shigaraki seemed to be able to actually understand the boy. 

“They can’t hear you, puppy. Can you say that a little louder?”

“I want to tear it down. The system that hurt you, that hurt us, I want it gone. I want to find those responsible and punish them. I want to destroy them all.” The boy rambled almost hysterically, not noticing the wide smiles directed at him or the glances and looks the other were exchanging over his head.

“Then that's what we’ll do. You only had to ask.” 

And with that, the boy succumbed to villainy. The poor thing never stood a chance. He was going to learn to accept the truth, whether he liked it or not. This was all a lesson for his own good afterall, not that he’ll ever find out.

The League could have saved him the same day he was taken. Spiriting him away from the commission with a portal in seconds. But where was the lesson in that? Shigaraki knew the boy would always have interests in heroes; nothing he said would ever change that… Unless he let the heroes shatter the boys' dreams themselves. He’d give the boy up, just long enough for the heroes to show their true colors, then snatch him back.

Of course he couldn't just send his baby into the lion's den with no protection. He just so happened to have a contact who was very interested in spreading chaos through the media. And pictures of the number three hero rescuing the latest and greatest news story were just up their alley. They helped spread rumors and lies to make his pup’s life hell until the only ones he had to turn to were them. Their spy sent them intricate details of the boy’s day, letting them know when the pup was doing worst so they had a chance to get into his head with maximum efficiency.

It was no coincidence Tomura made the boy pick sides publicly. No matter what happens, even if he ever changes his mind, no one will ever trust him again. He’ll have no one to run to except for his pack. Their baby was truly all theirs now in mind, body, and soul. And they are never ever letting him go again.

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Puppy Love

Chapter 1 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

The day had started off pretty normal for Izuku. He had woken up early Saturday morning to clean his dorm before going home for the weekend. He made it to his mother’s apartment uneventfully and they spent the morning together eating pancakes and watching cheesy soap operas. Then his mom had asked him to run an errand for her. All he had to do was pick up the ingredients for katsudon at their local market down a couple of blocks from their home. That was it. Now here he is stuck as a dog in a dirty alleyway.

He didn’t mean to get into trouble and be hit with the thief’s quirk, okay! But he wasn’t just going to stand there and let him get away! He’s a hero student; he can’t not help those in need. When he heard the kind old shop lady screaming out she was being robbed, he couldn’t help himself. His body moved on its own, and before he knew it, he was bolting out the door after the masked man. He managed to corner the man in an alleyway and was going to call the authorities. He didn’t expect to be hit with a strange sparkling pink ray of light and fall flat on his face.

Izuku screamed in agony as he felt his body shifting. Bones twisting and breaking, transforming into something much smaller. His face, nose, and mouth being crushed down and reformed until he couldn’t scream, only release high-pitched little whimpers. The last thing he felt was something popping out of him near his lower back, or what used to be his back. Then a voice from above spoke.

“Oh well, aren't you a cute one? I don’t doubt you’ll be able to charm anyone that comes across you.” The thief tapped the pup on the nose when he noticed him dozing off, tired from the strain of the transformation. “Hey, listen up! I’ll give you some advice since you seem like a promising young kid. The cure is love. Well, I gotta get out of here. Good luck with that!” with one last pet he left, leaving Izuku all alone. 

The boy managed to drag his new foreign body into a dirty ramen case near a dumpster. When he heard a distant voice call out, “Oh, and make sure you're out of that form within a month!” before passing out. 

===

It was dark and cold when he awoke. He tried to stand up, but his body felt odd, he was unbalanced and even his vision was off. It was the middle of the night, but he could still see clearly, albeit the colors around him looked muddy and dull. He looked down and yipped when he found paws in place of feet. W-what happened?

Then he remembered the thief from earlier had hit him with his quirk. What had the man said?

Something about love being able to undo it. What was that supposed to mean? Is he supposed to get someone to fall in love with him? But how? He’s a dog. And what then, is the person who loves him just supposed to make contact with him? Maybe pet him or...oh...oh no…this quirk can’t be so cliché that the cure is a kiss, could it? He’s lucky his face is covered in fur, or else he is certain he would be blushing a tomato red. 

Well, love doesn’t have to be romantic; it comes in many forms. He could just find his mom and ask her for a kiss on the forehead. Wait, he can't talk. He’ll just head back to UA and find Koda and then tell him to ask the teachers for help. But what would happen to him after a month? Why was that important enough for the thief to mention? Is the transformation going to be permanent if it's not reversed within a month's time?! 

The boy didn't notice, but his usual muttering was spilling out of him the whole time, but in dog form it sounded like the weak whimpering cries of a puppy. He had unknowingly attracted the attention of a certain white-haired villain who just so happened to be walking down the same alleyway.

Izuku felt the box being shifted upright, and he was knocked off his feet. He peered up to see what had moved his temporary home only to see Tomura Shigaraki peering down at him. He tried to scream, but what came out was more like a terrified yelp. He scrambled into the corner of the box, narrowly avoiding the deadly hands reaching for him.

“It's okay, little one; you don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” He hears a gentle, scratchy voice coo. Is Shigaraki talking to him?! The same Tomura Shigaraki that held him hostage at the mall and spoke like a crazed lunatic. Why is he looking at him so softly? Oh right, he's a dog now. And judging by the height of the box around him, a very small one, likely a puppy.

 Huh, I guess even villains are weak to puppies. 

The box is lifted into the man’s arms, and suddenly Izuku is being carried somewhere. Izuku tries to growl or bark at the man to show his displeasure, but all that comes out are weak little cries. It seems his new body is quite underdeveloped. “Shh, shh, I know it's scary being all alone in such a big world when you are so so small. I'm going to take you somewhere safe.”

He feels the man walking for a bit before pausing. Izuku hears a brief whoosh sound, and then he is inside the League’s base. Or at least he thinks it is; all he can see is the ceiling. The walls of his box are too high for him to look over. He heard what must have been other League members greet Shigaraki. 

“Whaddya got there, boss?” He hears a deep, gravelly voice ask. 

“Uh…soup. I'm going to my room now; don't bother me.” The man said abruptly before hastily retreating with the rustling box in tow. 

“Aww man, I wanted some.” A feminine voice whined.

“That was clearly not ramen,” responded the first voice. 

“Yeah, no,” He heard another strange voice say before the door was shut and locked behind him. 

Shigaraki took him out of the box, grabbing him with all ten fingers. Izuku tensed, bracing for disintegration, yet nothing happened. Shigaraki simply placed him on his bed while he fiddled with his phone for a moment. 

Meanwhile Izuku took the chance to take in his new surroundings. Shigaraki’s bedroom was huge, with massive floor-length windows and a large balcony. The bed he was currently sitting on was unnecessarily large, piled high with plush pillows and blankets. An enormous TV hung on the wall with multiple gaming consoles connected to it, and he had an expensive-looking computer setup in the corner of the room. While the shelves on the walls were a little cluttered with manga and figurines, the room itself was fairly clean aside from a few empty energy drink cans and chip bags littering the desk. Nothing at all like he was expecting. 

Where had the League acquired the funds for this type of luxury? Their last hideout in Kamino had been a desolate ruin compared to this place. How did they gain this much power in such a short amount of time? This is a cause for concern; when he returns back to normal, he’ll report this change in status right away. If they were gaining followers powerful enough to sponsor this type of lifestyle. It could be detrimental to the hero's side if an all-out war were to—eep! His mumbling is cut short as he is picked up.

“Shh, shh, don’t cry little one, it’s alright, your food will be here soon. You must be so hungry.” He tried to struggle out of the villain's lap, but his pudgy little limbs were not strong enough to push him away. His body seems to be quite young; he can't move the same way he’d seen dogs running around in his neighborhood. 

There was a knock at the door, and he was put down as Shigaraki gathered what seemed to be multiple bags of pet supplies. He heard a faint, "You know, you could say thank you, asshole!” from the other side of the door as it was shut abruptly. The villain busied himself on the other side of the bed sorting through the bags and pulling out a can of formula and a tiny bottle. He read the instructions on the can and scooped a tiny bit of powder into the bottle before crossing the room and opening the door to what seemed to be a bathroom. 

He heard the faucet running and wondered for a moment why Shigaraki was making a bottle. It was only when the nipple was put up to his face that he realized it was supposed to be for him. “C’mon, what was all that crying earlier for? Go on, eat.” 

Well, he was hungry; Izuku hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so he hesitantly latched on to the tip of the bottle and sucked. He expected the formula to be gross, but the liquid was lukewarm and thick, tasting like sweet, creamy milk. Once he started drinking, he couldn't stop, his new instincts urging him to eat as fast as he could until he was full. 

“Good puppy.” Izuku felt his face flush as the villain praised him for simply eating, gently petting him as he encouraged him to drink more. 

“You're so small, you look like you've barely opened your eyes. Did your family abandon you? Were you all alone on the streets, crying for help and being ignored by every passerby? The world can be so cruel to those who do not fit the mold in society. If you have nothing to offer the world of heroes, they're happy to leave you alone to die on the streets…” The man trailed off into silence, eyes glazed, staring into nothing, petting him absentmindedly. There was something off in the man's tone, like what he was saying was sort of personal. He contemplated what could have made the man the villain he is today for a moment but found himself nodding off to the rhythmic petting and tummy full of warm milk. 

===

Izuku woke up to the sound of running water. He found himself lying on a towel on the side of a large sink. He straightened his paws in front of him and used all his strength to push himself up into a sitting position. He stared straight into the large mirror. To the left of him he saw Shigaraki running a bath in the large sink, and to the right he saw himself for the first time. He knew he had been changed into a dog. The thief had said so after all, but to see it with his own eyes was shocking. 

He was so small; from what he could tell, his body was about two months old. He had his same soft, curly hair and big green eyes. Though his fur was dark, almost black, it shone green in direct light. He had a white fluffy belly with a pink freckled nose and soft rosy paw pads. He was, to put it simply, adorable. He could see why even a villain like Shigaraki would want to ‘rescue’ him. 

Izuku watched the dangerous set of hands reaching for him in the mirror but didn't bother to dodge this time. Shigaraki has shown he has no hostility for Izuku in this form and that he has far better control of his quirk than he did in the USJ. He no longer needed five-point activation to access his quirk. Which is another change he’ll make sure to report to the heroes. 

“Sorry puppy, but you need a bath; you smell.” The villain muttered as he dipped him into the warm water. Soaking his fur before squirting a dollop of shampoo onto his back and slowly massaging it in. 

A poke to his stomach then, “What a chubby little belly, so full of milk.” Okay, rude. It's unfortunately true, though, with the water crushing down the curls, his body looks like a potato with four toothpicks poking out of it for legs. 

The villain continues on with his bath, gently rinsing the soap suds out of his fur before draining the sink and placing him back onto his towel, gently rubbing him dry. 

“They're all done. You've been a very good–wait, what even are you?” He hears Shigaraki ask before he’s being flipped onto his back and stared down.

“Oh, definitely a boy.” Izuku growled when he realized what he was looking at. Biting the finger closest to his face and shaking his head, aiming to tear skin. The man, however, just chuckled as if his attack meant nothing. 

“Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Guess you don’t like being flipped on your back like that.” No, I just don’t like an S-Tier villain who can crumble things to dust staring at my weewee, thank you very much! 

The man carried him out of the bathroom, turning off the light behind him and setting him back on the bed, all while Izuku continued to nip and growl at him. Shigaraki went back to the bags, pulling out several more items and moving them to an unoccupied corner of the room. He laid down several puppy pads onto the floor along with a fluffy dog bed that resembled a cozy cave and some stuffed toys. Izuku was placed into the bed which he hated to admit was very comfortable and left to his own devices.

“Alright, I’m tired. Goodnight puppy.” The man slumped forward onto his bed and was out within seconds. That doesn't really seem healthy, but it's none of Izuku’s business, so he puts it out of mind.

Izuku waited until he was absolutely certain the villain was asleep and made his way out of his bed. He looked around the room for any exits or useful information surrounding the League but found nothing. The room was locked tight, and the floor was free of any debris. 

He made his way toward the windows hoping to see a familiar cityscape and start formulating a plan to escape, but the view held nothing but miles and miles of forest; there weren't even any lights indicating homes nearby. The moon glowed, and the stars shined brighter than he’d ever seen before; the lack of light pollution indicated the absence of inhabitants in the area. 

Meaning Izuku was completely and utterly alone at the mercy of these villains. Even if he manages to make it out of the mansion, his young body won't be able to make the journey back to civilization. He would likely die from starvation, exhaustion, or a predator preying on him. There’s no way he can make it back to UA like this.

Alright, this is not the time to panic; he just needs to think rationally and analyze his options. He can’t access his quirk in this form. He can’t speak, nor does he have the stamina to move large distances. So that means the most probable way he’ll be able to escape is through their mode of transportation. 

If the villain's base is in the middle of nowhere, they have to be getting all their supplies transported in somehow. Judging by this room alone, the base was most likely huge. 

The mist villain certainly couldn't be doing everything by himself. No, there have to be vehicles to help bring things in and out. If he can manage to sneak into someone's bag or hide in a load of cargo meant to be sent out, maybe he can find a way back to–yelp!

Izuku screamed as he was suddenly picked up, derailing his train of thought. He hadn’t even heard the villain wake up, let alone walk over to him. His heart was hammering in his chest, wondering what the villain would do to him for waking him. So far he has been nothing but kind to him, but he doesn’t know if a sleep-deprived Shigaraki will extend the same courtesy.

“It’s okay, puppy. You can sleep with me; stop crying.” Shigaraki sleepily muttered, getting back into bed. This time actually slipping underneath the blankets and resting him on his chest, one hand cupping Izuku’s back, securing him in place. 

‘It's just for now,’ Izuku thinks. He’ll lay in wait until he finds an opening to escape. For the meantime he’ll just have to play the role of pet dog. He can do this! 

===

Izuku’s abruptly awoken by the man gasping awake, lurching forward and sending him tumbling off his chest. Izuku growled up at the man to show his displeasure. 

The villain groggily grumbling out, “Huh? Oh right, sorry puppy,” and petting him in apology. It seems the man had forgotten he brought him home last night. 

Tomura got up, stretching out his limbs, chuckling when he turned to see Izuku doing the same. He dropped him off in the makeshift bathroom in the corner before he went to the real bathroom.

‘I can't do this!’ Izuku’s mind screams. The man had left him in his corner with firm instructions to ‘go potty’ while he went to get ready for the day. Izuku has been sitting, staring out into nothing for the past fifteen minutes. He failed to realize just how helpless he is as a puppy. He can’t even use the normal restroom or chew food on his own. How is he supposed to escape in these conditions?

Izuku startled as the door creaked open. The man walked out in a black suit with a long red cape. The cape had fur lining the collar and gold embellishments keeping it closed. It made him look regal, frighteningly like…a king. 

The facade broke, though, as he stared down at him in concern. “Maybe you need to eat some more first?”

He got a new bottle prepared in a dash and was feeding Izuku in his lap when he told him. “I’ll be away most of today. Someone else will come by to feed you lunch later. I should be back by dinner. Remember to be a good boy and go potty, okay?” He left soon after, leaving Izuku alone.

Izuku had been planning on eavesdropping by the door while Shigaraki was away, but as soon as he was plopped into his bed, he knew he was a goner. He was so full of warm milk, and his bed was so dark and cozy. He fell asleep after spinning around in circles and fluffing his bed way too many times. Only waking a couple of hours later due to the eerie feeling of someone staring at him. He opened his eyes and saw a red reptilian eye peeking at him through the opening of his den. 

He let out a scream-like bark, diving into the furthest end of his cave. Something inside of him was telling him to hide because there was a large predator out there. Logically he knows it's just Spinner, the villain with a heteromorphic quirk, but his instincts are telling him he is going to be eaten. 

The villain loudly exclaiming, “Oh shit!” and flinching backwards in response to him didn’t help either. 

“Sorry, little buddy, I didn't mean to scare you!” The gecko man slowly sank down on his knees, patting them and cooing. “Come on, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.” 

Izuku hesitantly walked out of his home. The faster he eats his meal, the faster the new villain will leave. 

“Good job, little guy.” The gecko villain held his arm outstretched, leaving his palm open towards him, waiting. Izuku guesses he wants him to sniff it before he lets him pet him. That’s what a normal dog would do, so he does it. He bumps his nose into his palm and allows the man to pet him. 

He does so for a while before switching his hoodie on backwards and slipping Izuku into the hood. He walked towards the desk where Shigaraki kept his supplies and rummaged through the drawers until he found his formula and a clean bottle. 

“Alright, let's get you fed. Shiggy said you needed two ounces of water per one scoop of dry milk powder.” Spinner said as he measured out the formula and water, carefully shaking the bottle and testing if it was the right temperature on the back of his hand. The man made the bottle with a familiar sort of ease; Izuku wondered if he had any siblings before he decided to become a villain. 

He’s fed once again, then put back into his bed. The man excused himself to go to ‘work,’ whatever that means. Izuku refused to use the ‘potty’ despite how much his bladder is starting to ache and goes back to sleep. 

He wakes up to a concerned Shigaraki. The man takes him out of his bed and places him back onto the pads, encouraging him to use them. Izuku refuses; he shuts his eyes and ignores him. He refuses to let go of his dignity. He is not an animal, and he will not act like one.

He lasts three days refusing to use the puppy pads. After he overheard Tomura mention taking him to the vet to Spinner, he caved, bearing the humiliation of having to go to the bathroom like a dog. Seeing Shigaraki visibly sigh in relief when he saw the soiled pads was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He's trying his best to stay sane, but he is beginning to crack. Each day feels more degrading and dehumanizing than the next. He wants nothing more than to go home. 

===

He meets the rest of the League a few days later because apparently Tomura thought he needed to be socialized with the rest of the villains after hearing how badly he reacted to Spinner.

He’s brought out to the living area and set down in the middle of the room. For a minute he is just stared at incredulously by the group of lounging villains. Before Toga breaks the silence, squealing,

“Hi soup!” The girl made a dash for him, picking up Izuku before he could even try to run away. 

“That's not his name, idiot!” Shigaraki growled. 

“So it's a boy? No, it's a girl!” Twice asked, petting the puppy in Toga’s lap.

“What is his name?” Spinner asked. 

“…”

“He doesn't have a name yet, does he?” Dabi snarks from the kitchen nearby. 

“Of course he does!” He really doesn't. Tomura’s just been calling him puppy this whole time. 

“Oh yeah, what is it then?” Dabi taunts, walking in with a steaming cup of coffee.

“Uhhh…it's Sprout!” Tomura shouts. ‘Well, that's news to me.’ Izuku huffs. He was hoping Shigaraki would get bored of him and not bother to ‘name’ him. His mother always told him, ‘Don’t name things you're not planning to get attached to; it will just be harder to let go when the time comes.’ He hopes that won’t be true for the villain because Izuku is leaving him whether he likes it or not.

“Sprout?” The group collectively tilted their heads.

“Yeah, because he may be nothing but a tiny bud now, but eventually he’ll sprout into a ferocious beast that will tear you apart on my command!” Yeah, no. No, Izuku absolutely will not.

“Sure, boss…” Dabi said in a tone that sounded like he didn't quite believe him. 

“He has a very strange coat coloration. I've never seen a dog in such a fascinating shade of emerald before. Are you sure he’s not a quirked animal?” Mr. Compress asked, gently taking Izuku from Himiko, holding him from his armpits and staring at him. 

“Not sure; I found him in an alleyway dumped in the trash on the way back from a meeting with Giran.” Huh, so that's what he was doing when he found Izuku. 

Dabi raised a brow. “A street dog, huh?”

“He’s just like us! Abandoned and unwanted before joining the League.” Toga grinned up at the white-haired villain.

“Yeah…yeah, he really is. Welcome to the League of Villain Sprout.” Shigaraki cooed so softly he doubted the others could hear it. Izuku didn’t know what to do with the soft smile being directed straight at him. It was so genuine and filled with warmth; Izuku felt bad being the one on the receiving end, knowing he’s not actually a puppy and doesn't intend on becoming Shigaraki’s new pet. He’s distracted from his guilty thoughts when Kurogiri walks in, his yellow eyes widening in shock as he stares at Izuku before narrowing at the white-haired villain.

“TOMURA SHIGARAKI! WHAT IS THAT!” 

“Oh shit-” Seeing Shigaraki try to run away only to be instantly portaled back into the room by Kurogiri was hysterical. The other villains sent him amused glances and taunts that Papagiri was going to get him, which only made Tomura try to get away faster. Seeing the villain look like a kicked puppy as his caregiver scolded him for bringing a dog home without permission while pouting back that ‘he was the supreme leader now and could do whatever he wanted,’ only to whine when the mist villain threatened to take away his video games, was so surreal. 

Seeing the soft sides of villains that he would have never been able to see as a hero was odd. They were just so human; they liked to bicker and play, had hobbies and interests, they behaved nothing like they did on the battlefield. Living with the villains so far has been strange, and he had a feeling things were only going to get stranger.

===

Over the weeks he’s spent with the man, he’s learned quite a few things. Shigaraki is no longer the tantruming man-child he had been at the USJ or the edgy, immature, teen-like villain he had been at the mall. He’s much more mature in a sense; he no longer loses his temper at the drop of a hat or seems quite so irrational. From the bits and pieces of stories he’s overheard from the other villains, the man is a terrifyingly efficient leader now. 

Though he still has some flaws, like despite being the leader of an army and being surrounded by hundreds of followers. Tomura was so very alone. There was a clear boundary between him and the League that neither party wanted to cross. Maybe it had to do with his quirk or the position of power he held over them. Izuku doesn’t know. 

The man had horrible mental health issues and insomnia. Some days the only reason he would get up at all was to feed him. He barely slept, and anytime he was able to get some sleep, he would be awoken by nightmares and often silently cry until it was time to start the day. Izuku can't just ignore someone crying out for help, so he often starts whining next to the bed, begging to be picked up. It’s only when he’s cuddled up next to Shigaraki that the man is able to sleep peacefully. Izuku got so used to doing it that Shigaraki ordered him a little ramp so he can get on the bed all by himself. 

Despite everything, Tomura was kind and gentle in private. He played Animal Crossing and made cute little areas for his villagers to play in and got genuinely upset when one asked to leave. He said things like ‘big stretch’ when Izuku would stretch out his little limbs after his naps. He got so excited whenever Sprout would ‘learn’ a new trick for him, smiling so proudly down at him it made his head feel all fluffy and warm. Listen, Izuku didn't want to play or follow the man's orders, but whenever he did, it helped push away the man's perpetual cloud of sadness. Being ‘Sprout’ helps him relieve his sorrow and stress and allows him to be happy even if just for a moment. 

Shigaraki speaks to him a lot. Izuku often wonders if he knows he can understand him or if he had a pet in the past he treated the same way. Or maybe he just wants someone to talk to who won’t judge him. He can understand being lonely with no one to turn to. He learns that the man was left abandoned on the street as a child and that is why he took him in. Shigaraki hadn’t finished that line of thought, but Izuku can only assume it was All for One who found him.

Izuku felt a deep pity for the man. Who knew what he could have been if All for One had not found him and groomed him into villainy. Would he be happy and carefree? Maybe a hero? He could have been anything if not for that monster. The point is he wants to help him! He can’t change the past, but if being ‘Sprout’ for a little bit helps, then so be it. 

The only problem is the longer he stays in this form, the more instinctual his behavior becomes. The other day he growled and snapped at Toga for playfully pointing her knife at Tomura. Izuku hadn’t even meant to, but something inside him told him to protect his master, and before he knew it, he was sinking his teeth into the girl's hand. 

It was becoming worrying; the thief said he had to be out of this form in one month, and if Izuku’s calculations are correct, it has been a little over four weeks since he arrived. He was becoming more like a real dog as time passed. He needed to get out of here. 

===

The next weeks turn into a vicious cycle of him failing to escape and falling deeper into his canine instincts. 

Izuku used to hate the feeling of being pet. He thought it was degrading, but now he practically throws himself into any hand willing to do it, especially Shigaraki’s. Same with being called a good boy; at first it was embarrassing, but now it was like an instant shot of dopamine to his brain. It made him all fluffy and happy and made his tail wag vigorously. 

He tried his best to leave while the man was away but always found himself too anxious to actually do anything. His instincts were telling him Shigaraki is the leader of his pack, and being near him made Izuku feel safe and secure. The more days passed, the more anxious he felt without the villain, and the harder it was to run away. 

It didn’t help that he was starting to get attached to the rest of the League too. They are a part of Shigaraki’s pack, so that makes them his pack too. Most of them are just broken young adults who were forced into this life. Their pasts are full of quirk discrimination, mental disorders, and physical and mental abuse. They didn’t ask for this; they didn’t choose this life.

I mean Toga, despite her bloodlust and penchant for stabbing, is just a kid. She still gets excited over puppies and stickers, pouts over having to finish paperwork, and cries out for parents who will never answer her when overwhelmed. She treats the league like they’re her own family. It makes him so sad to think what she could have gone through, that villains were the only ones who didn’t make her feel bad for a quirk she was born with. He wants to help them all, but he can’t do it in this form. 

===

Exactly two months since arriving at the League’s base, he finds his opening for escape. He’s spent his time carefully building up trust and bonding with Shigaraki, never once running from him and doing whatever he wants. Now the man allows him to roam around the upper level of the mansion as he pleases. He usually goes out to the living room to hang out or visits whichever League members have their doors open for him. Dabi and Toga usually have biscuits in their rooms that they're happy to feed him if he does a trick. 

His body has grown older; he has far more mobility than he did before and can eat solid food now. He thinks his body is around four months old now. He can run and jump and has much more energy, perfect to use for his plan.

Earlier in the day he had overheard Toga saying she was planning to set up a picnic in the garden when he was playing with Dabi in the living room. The girl had rushed down with a big wicker basket and announced to the League they were going to eat lunch outside. Most of them groaned a bit but indulged her in the end, promising to meet her outside when it's ready. The girl had squealed and rushed into the kitchen to begin preparing the food with Kurogiri. 

When they finished preparing the food, Toga had set the basket onto the floor while she went to gather a blanket for them to sit on and other supplies. He snuck away from the eyes of the League and made his way to the large basket. It took him three tries, but eventually his jump was successful, and he tumbled down into the basket, landing on a sandwich. 

His heart raced when he heard someone ask, “Where’s Sprout?”

“He probably followed Toga to her room for treats.” Dabi answered.

“Ugh, I keep telling her to stop spoiling him so much; she’s going to make him fat.” Tomura complained.

“I wouldn’t know anything about that, boss.” Dabi whistled, avoiding eye contact, while Shigarakki stared at him unimpressed.

Eventually the girl came back, grabbing the basket and snapping the flaps closed, then asked Kurogiri to warp her outside. “Come out in ten minutes, okay!” she said. Receiving dull okays in response except for Twice, who answered back excitedly. 

Izuku shivers as he feels the girl walking through the portal. He feels the girl set down the basket with a thump and hears her begin to set up. Izuku only needs her to step away for a moment to make a run for it. The basket is moved again; Izuku shudders as one of the flaps creaks open, letting in a ray of sunlight. He thinks he's about to be discovered when–Ring! Ring!  The girl’s phone goes off. He hears the girl turn to answer her phone, and the basket is closed shut.

“Hello? Oh, did I! Whoops, can you open up a portal so I can go get them? No, it's okay, I can do it!” He can only hear Toga's side of the conversation, but from what he gathers, he thinks she may have forgotten something for the picnic. This may be his chance; if she leaves, he can run.

His heart stops racing when he hears the whooshing of the portal opening and Toga’s steps fade away.

He waits a moment before peeking his head out. He sees it’s all clear and jumps out of the basket, tumbling onto the grass. He doesn’t waste any time in running forward into the tree line. The forest floor was rough on his little paws. He could feel sticks and rocks digging into his feet, but he kept running. He couldn’t stop no matter the pain; he had to keep going.

He’s been running for a while, darting in and out of sight as he tries not to be caught. He doesn't know how far he’s gotten since, from his height, everything looks the same, but he knows he’s made no progress in finding a road. He was beginning to get tired, and everything in the forest looked similar. No matter how far he goes, there is no change.

Eventually Izuku finds an empty burrow at the root of a large tree. He enters intending to only rest his legs for a moment but ends up falling asleep. When he awakes, it’s dark outside; he can only hear the hooting of owls and the chittering of critters outside the burrow. 

He debates going out and gaining more distance between him and the League. On one hand, the smart thing would be to stay put and wait till sunrise to move. His body is small and won’t be able to fight off a predator if needed to. On the other hand, the League most likely already knows he is missing, and the more time he wastes, the bigger the chance he’ll get recaptured. 

His time is running out; it's already been over a month. He has to take this chance. Despite his better judgment, he steps out of the burrow. His dog body has far better night vision and hearing than his human body, so he should be okay as long as he stays out of sight.

He creeps on the forest floor, slowly making his way through the darkness, trying his best to keep his footsteps silent. He doesn’t notice the owl swooping down on him until it’s too late. He screams when long talons sink into his soft belly, piercing through him. He tries his best to fight back and wiggle out of the bird's claws to dislodge them, but it only causes them to sink in deeper.

He did his best to scream as loud as he could, but he was bleeding so heavily, and he was beginning to get tired. ‘Is this how I die? Poor All Might, he should have never wasted his legacy on someone so useless…’ he thinks as the world begins to fade. 

The bird brings down its beak and bites a chunk out of his leg. He feels his flesh and muscle being ripped out of him and swallowed. His vision blacks out; the last thing he hears are rapid footsteps and then water? He didn’t know what it was, but his whole body felt wet. Something was shaking him and screaming in his ear. He thinks it's a human?

“Sprout! Sprout, wake up!” Izuku opens his bleary eyes and sees Shigaraki. The man had tears running down his face and looked so hurt. He was crying, screaming out, “Please, God! Please don’t take him too! Haven’t you taken away enough!” Izuku wished he could help comfort him, but he felt so tired, his body felt so cold, and he just wanted to sleep. He’s spent his whole life fighting; maybe now it was time to rest…

“Tomura Shigaraki, he is gone.” 

“No! Don't say that! He's not dead, he can't be!" The villain sobs in agony, kneeling to rest the cold puppy onto the forest floor. He hangs his head over the body and whispers, “Everything I touch I destroy. I'm sorry it had to happen to you too. I loved you so much. Goodbye Sprout." Tomura presses a kiss onto the puppy's head. 

The moment his lips made contact with Izuku–Poof! A cloud of pink smoke exploded from Sprout's body. When the smoke cleared, there lay the naked, bleeding body of Izuku Midoriya. 

“I-i–what?” Shigaraki stared in shock. This boy, Izuku Midoriya, is Sprout. Sprout is Izuku Midoriya. His baby, his Sprout, has been the green-haired brat he’s been trying to murder for months. They are one in the same. They have been the entire time. 

Upon closer inspection he noticed some irregularities. Nestled in his fluffy green hair were a pair of pointed ears and a tail sticking out of him. He never had those before; maybe this wasn't a planned infiltration. Maybe it had truly been an accident that caused their paths to cross and intertwine in a way that will change the both of them forever.

Well, it doesn't matter how it happened; the boy is irrevocably his now, and nothing can ever change that.

“He’s still breathing; take him to the doctor now!” Tomura barks the order at the nomu, who was standing in a sort of hesitant manner. 

“Tomura Shigaraki, I would highly advise against-”

“I don’t care! He’s still my dog. He’s staying with us no matter what.” Shigaraki picks up the boy and walks through the portal. He sinks his face into the boy's curls and whispers, “Don't worry, Sprout; I’ll make sure you get better. Everything will be okay, I promise.”

Just came across your fic 'Dead Man's Wish' and just finished reading the rest in the series 'The New Days'. It was such an enjoyably dark twisted series on the league 'adopting' the young heroes. Will we circle back around to see if izuku eventually gives in to his fate, and what it takes to finally make him become tomura's good, obedient little brother? Will tomura take more drastic measures to make sure his little brother accepts his new role?

Thank you so much!!! I am glad you enjoyed it!!!I’m definitely going to get back into writing The New Days AU soon! Currently I’m writing a new work and updating the Meant to Be AU. But after I’m done with that, I will be updating New Days and Baby Blues!

But yeah New Days still has at least 4 more chapters to go. I still need to do Izuku’s second chapter, the Kurogiri’s, the Todoroki Family, and then probably the ending.

dragon rider au? idk where to go with it but dragon rider au

Oooh interesting idea! Maybe a story where instead of becoming a hero, taming a dragon and becoming its rider is big coming of age sort of thing. And if you can't manage to tame one you are seen as inferior. Izuku had never been able to tame one not even the gentlest breeds or even the babies. He's been seen as an outcast in the community ever since his third failed taming. After a third failed attempt you are considered a lost cause.

I think it would be fun if a downtrodden Izuku stumbled upon a dragon Shigaraki(A gigantic scared white dragon with fiery eyes). Tomura allows him to "tame" him because he reminds him of his original master AFO (could be DFO or just a coincidence). He allows Izuku to come to his den to "train" everyday but eventually Izuku starts to notice he's been leaving later and later it was almost like his dragon didn't want him to leave. Shigaraki will eventually trap him and Izuku will realize he never actually tamed him.

Know one ever knew how baby dragons came to be. Eggs would just appear coinciding with disappearances in their villages and they just assumed the dragons had laid them and thought nothing of it. New baby dragons would be born with mysterious attachments to random villagers or so every one thought...Izuku would soon find out the truth.

In this AU AFO had accidently died before Tomura could turn him into a dragon because Shigaraki was too attached to him as a father figure and did not want to make him into a hatchling just yet(As Afo had found him when he was still just a baby). He doesn't want to repeat that mistake with Izuku.

In this AU dragons are conscious beings while they cannot talk they are smart and have their own thoughts and desires along with magic. 🐲🐉