Why doesn't anyone help me?
Don't they care?
Of course,
not.
After all,
I'm just an asshole.
An asshole who thought he was better than everyone else.
But I'm not.
He sniffed the room cautiously, thankfully they had still left his nose uncovered, meaning he could breath. His mouth was taped shut, his hands clamped behind his back, secured with metal handcuffs, his neck chained to the wall.
The room smelled of moss and dead bugs. That made sense, after all, it had been a month since they had left, meaning that they hadn't used this room in a month. Plus, it was underground, making it more prone to bugs, and other creepy-crawlies.
The door opened, and in he came.
"My, my, Katsuki, you look pretty beaten up," the man chuckled, ignoring the daggered glares he was receiving, "Now, don't you think all this could have been avoided?"
Katsuki shook his hard as much as he was able to and looked back at the man, thinking how much he wished he could use his Quirk. But he couldn't. He'd just be giving him the satisfaction of his own anger.
"What do you mean no?! If you had just avoided going to Yuuei, then you could have become what you've wanted to be, a villain." his uncle snarled.
Katsuki tried to talk, but suddenly remembered his mouth was gagged and taped. His uncle smirked and ripped the tape off, sending pain to Katsuki's muzzle. Katsuki ignored it, hardly flinched, and started muttering.
"I will be a hero…"
The man angrily punched Katsuki, tore off his chains, leaving injuries, and threw him to the other side of the room.
"Like hell you will! You will never be a hero as long as I'm around!" the man yelled, as he left the room.
Katsuki noticed his eyelids getting heavy, but ignored them. He had gained a broken leg. He winced a bit as he attempted moving it, and figured that crawling would be the best. He crawled as much as he could, but collapsed halfway to the stairs.
He fell asleep, but not before the sound of crying and the words,
"I'm so sorry Katsuki… Please forgive me... "