Hey guys, before you read this you must know that there is police violence, mentions of child abuse, and reader x tenya iida lemon as well as a little dub-con and light sadism. Enjoy you weebs
No one who knew Tenya Iida would have expected that he would take a lover so early in his high school life, especially not someone like you. He had been brought up in a prestigious household, bred to be the perfect hero and trained since childhood to hone his quirk, it was no wonder he made it into U.A. He gained the favor of his classmates and mentors, his reputation as a proper and kind young man was well known amongst the young heroes.
You on the other hand... you were not as privileged. Your parents were crushed under debris during a villan attack when you were far too young, and no grandparents, aunts or uncles would take you in, you were only eight but they feared your quirk. You could transform yourself into a massive, black, winged catlike beast, sometimes unintentionally. Half the time you wouldn't even realize that your fingertips had turned to claws. The first time you manifested it you were four years old and fighting with one of your cousins, you ended up leaving a permanent scratch scar on his arm and wrecking several cars before you calmed down. Because of this, no one wanted you, since that day you heard old family and neighbors whispering about how they were certain that you would become a villain.
For this same reason, you could never find a home. Any foster parents would reject you or kick you out after one outburst or another, no one would adopt such an unruly child, and after one too many cases about you, the police got involved. All you had done was take your monster form after one of your fosters hit you, and before you knew it you were spending the night in the station. That was the night you snapped, if everyone wanted you to be a villain, than so be it. You broke out that night, kicking in to wall with your large clawed tail. For two months you were at large, you had no goal in particular, only to play your "part." You would fly by buildings and leave gashes in them with your sturdy crimson wings, sometimes dive bomb a hero and leave them with a scratch, maybe tear off part of their costume as a souvenir. You weren't evil, you were angry.
But eventually you slipped up.
You decided to get your name in the paper, make sure that everyone who forced you down this path knew just what they did, and make sure that a group of villains would spot you and allow you to join them. U. A. High was a mile beneath you, and just this once you had a plan. You folded your wings to your sides and dove. Class 1 A was famous for th it struggles and accomplishments, the press would be on this soon. Second story, third room to the right. You stretched your wings slightly and reached out a paw to break the glass. Heads turned only in time to catch a glimpse of the beast before they had to duck to avoid the glass, you grabbed the person closest to you and jumped out, catching yourself in the air and speeding off, gradually getting higher. When you looked down with your dialated red eyes, you immediately recognized that red hair from the sports festival. You couldn't remember his name, only his quirk, metal was it?
The boy yelled something unintelligible into the wind and lifted up a now stone like arm. No this was the rock guy. He struck at your paw, but you squeezed tighter. You thought you were safe in the air, that no one could stop you from scarring him to put yourself on the map. Boom. You heard an explosion, then something landed on your back. You felt a searing pain in your left wing, and fell. This new blonde boy tore the red head from your grasp and jumped off, leaving you to fall. On your way down you caught onto the side of a building, dragging your claws down the side to slow down. Once all four of your feet were on the ground, you turned, expecting to see the whole class ready to fight, but only saw three people. There was the two boys, the blonde tending to the red heads scratches, and one pro, Eraserhead. The ladder glared at you, you locked eyes, and could see him grow ing taller, no, you were getting smaller.
Your red monstrous eyes turned back to (eye color), and all of your fur receded up to your head into your normal long (hair color) hair. Before you could react, you felt a pang in your stomach as he punched you, almost making you vomit. You start punching, backing up with each strike, hoping for him to look away so that you could grow wings and escape, but he just kept staring you down. You found yourself panicking, tears streamed down your face as you desperately searched for an opening. You looked into his inblinking eyes, seeing not rage but.. concern. His scarf unraveled and wrapped around you, pinning your arms to your sides, you could feel your stomach shake as you hyperventilated. The older man took one good look at you, then punched you in the chin, knocking you out.
Dreams of your parents death filled your head, dust filled your eyes, fire crawled over your skin, you tried to run but wherever you went there were only corpses and dust, you were almost happy when you awoke, until you found yourself sitting in a folding chair, hands cuffed behind you. You're bloodied clothes had. Been stripped off and replaced with black sweats and grey tshirt. There was another man in the room with you, and definitely more behind the two way mirror to your left. The man in front of you was small, white and rat-like, he looked at you with a smile. You could feel how weak your body was, how foggy your mind was, your quirk wasn't working either. It didn't take you long to figure out that you've been drugged. You could barely remember what he asked you, some questions about your goals and motivations. You didn't remember how you replied. You remembered that he was kind, and that you cried. Eventually the conversation was ended when the man slid down from the his chair and wished you a good day.
That was your only pleasant memory of that day. The rest was a blur of interrogations, beatings, and confinement. You remember the pain, the exhaustion, the humiliation, but not what you said. Eventually, they shoved you into a cell, you fell asleep the moment you hit the floor. This time you didn't dream, you only drifted in the blackness at the back of your mind until something pulled you out. A bright light. The cold air. Motion. These where what you thought of first. Your eyes eased open to see two cops holding you up by your shirt collar and arms dragging you forward. Eventually they came to a door and opened it, shoving you into the room. You were blinded by the sun in the window, you wondered how long it had been since you've seen light. Before you could open your eyes you were pushed down into a wooden chair and held there by the two officers. Without warning, one of them dug a needle innto a vein in your neck, releasing some clear fluid into your bloodstream.
it burned through your body and you stifled a cry to a pitiful whimper, but soon your eyes shot open and you're ears focused in on the conversation.
"The stimulant should help him wake up, while still keeping his quirk from activating, it'll last for three hours, so hopefully those won'ttake too long," informed the smaller one. Your head ached like hell, you reched to hold it and were surprised to find no restaints around your wrists.
"Mister (last name), do you know why you are here?" Questioned the rat -like man.
"no," you replied through gritted teeth. This time the man questioned one of the officers.
"Kenji, have you explained nothing to this young man?" His tone was accusatory, yet soft. The dog headed man responded.
"No, due to the drug he was too weak to stay awake long, let alone remember what he was told, I thought it best for him to rest until today"
"very well," the rat turned back to him. "Now young man, you have gotten your self into quite some trouble. Trespassing, assault, vandalism, and now a direct attack on a prestigious hero school. In most cases you would be put away for a long time." You nod along, unsure of his point.
"But Mr, Aizawa brought it to my attention that you seemed more than unhappy to commit this felony, most true villains would not be so afraid and hesitant to fight a single pro hero. Isn't that right?"
"yes," you groaned. You were feeling your body again, yyou were hungry and aching all over.
"When you were taken into police custody you were used as a test subject for an experimental drug before I could talk to you, but perhaps it was for the best. You awnsered All of my questions honestly and told a very disturbing tale of the events that led you to attack our school." This concerned you, how much did he know?
"what did I say?" You struggled.
"well, you told me about your mother and father, I see how their deaths have effected you and would like to say sorry for your loss. In addition to this you explained that you only flew off with kirishima so that you would attract attention from the media so that some other villains would take you in since you do not not have a home. As well as some more troubling news. You explained to me why the police arrested you the first time."
"Why do you care?"
"Because it had some negative effects on the lives of a few officers. In the police report from your first arrest they state that you attacked the couple taking care of you unprovoked, yet what you told me suggests otherwise. You told me that they were keeping you for the paycheck and regularly abused you. Sure enough there were no reports of that, yet you claimed to have reached out to the police about it on multiple occasions. There was only one record of you seeking help, and it was half burnt. We questioned the officers involved and one admitted to them taking substantial bribes to keep quiet. The other officers involved, after hearing about their crime coming to light, they attempted to... silence you. you were heavily sedated and unable to fight back, so you were already badly beaten, but survived of course, the men had been fired and are now awaiting trial."
"Why are you telling me this?" You asked.
"Due to the police misconduct and your less than villainous motives, we were able to work out a deal with the judge. (Name), would you join class 1 A?