*Warnings: Descriptions of torture, ptsd and other unpleasantness, this is set shortly after the Internship arc, so spoiler warning as well*
As should be obvious I do not own the setting, locations, or characters of My Hero Academia
Pain, that was the first feeling or at least the first registered one. He opened his eyes slowly, dark, the room was dark, he heard some semblance of movement. Something felt wrong though, literally felt wrong, he couldn't move his arms or legs. He panicked for a moment, trying to get his bearings, he turned his head and squinted, he was able to determine that he was bound, arms out and legs slightly spread, tied. He was clothed, that was something of a relief, his mind was scattered though. He focused calling on full cowl to free himself, and felt nothing. No surge of power, so energy moved through him, nothing. No, no, did he overexert his arm, did he manage to injure his right arm badly enough to completely paralyze it? Wait, no, he could seem to move his fingers, his fingers should be fine, but maybe he managed to damage his arm but not to the nerves in his fingers. Wait did the nerves matter, maybe he'd still feel his arm even if he couldn't move it.
Now he was more concerned, he tried to move, rotate his wrist, anything, his right arm unresponsive and a surge of pain went through it, it had been the more injured of his two arms before and now the pain seemed more raw. He could wiggle his fingers, form a fist. He couldn't move either arm or bend them but he could at least wriggle his fingers. He paused and thought, his mind was starting to work properly again. He remembered that he had been on patrol, and that he had heard Froppy…Asui-Chan contact him over coms for help. She was nearby and the call for backup made it sound urgent. When he arrived he saw her but no sign of anyone else or any kind of scuffle. He was confused and then she turned to look at him, not with the normal somewhat glassy flat stare the frog girl gave everyone but instead with a kind of glinting eager madness. It was more disturbing given how she normally looked but then she fired something at him and leapt at him, with more agility but far less distance than Froppy did normally.
It was at that moment that he knew who he was encountering, Himiko, her quirk let her take on the appearance of anyone whose blood she was able to consume and apparently she had managed to get access to Tsuyus. His mind suddenly snapped back to the present, Himiko was the one who captured him or at least helped imprison him. This left Izuki was a somewhat larger fear, he tried to turn his head to inspect his body, he didn't see any signs of deep injury, or anything that seemed to be draining his blood. But he couldn't be completely sure that he just wasn't aware or that it hadn't been done while he was unconscious. Muttering to himself as he tried to determine his situation. If the League of Villains had him he was likely going to be dead soon, though that idea seemed off.
He didn't see or hear anyone else in this room, his eyes were adjusting slowly and it was possible that no one else was there, but something told him that he wasn't in their custody. He was a target for death from Shigaraki, and at this point would have been killed or would have had guards on him. The fact that he couldn't seem to use his quirk worried him, but he wasn't seeing anything else that showed him as under guard. He couldn't even see any signs of a camera, squinting a bit as he tried to work himself free from his bindings, though only managing to cause a spike in pain. He hissed between clenched teeth, he had limited mobility in his right hand and arm, trying to move now was exceptionally painful. He suddenly heard a footsteps.
He tried to turn towards them but couldn't quite manage, he resolved he would meet whatever this threat was with a smile, and with courage. He knew that he might be able to stall for time or at least try to outlast long enough to make sure that he would be rescued. He would be missed soon enough and rescued. As the figure he heard moved closer he saw her, her blonde hair was unevenly cut, looking slightly frayed even as it was set into the pair of buns, her eyes staring at him with that intense interest, face slightly flushed as her catlike teeth glistened in a smile.
"Oh good, you finally woke up, I was worried we might not get to talk for a while longer." She grinned again as she looked him over, almost looking through him. He could swear he heard her breathing, almost sniffing at him. She pulled out a butterfly knife, marks of old blood on it, she started to cut as his costume, humming cheerfully as she examined him.
Izukus eyes focused on the blade, she hasn't started cutting into him yet but that seemed to be something coming soon. He began to think, trying to maintain his composure. Primarily he needed to make sure that he didn't panic. He couldn't use his quirk, so all he had was his mind here. He needed to try to stall her. He might be able to engage her, if he could get her to talk to him maybe she wouldn't..he let out a shout as she suddenly stabbed into his right arm, reopening a battle injury and twisting the blade.
"Mmm, there we go, isn't that much better. Pain is very important because it makes me know that you're real." Her golden eyes glistened with a mixture of twisted fascination and…he wasn't sure exactly what it was, maybe affection..maybe something deeper. Didn't Uraraka-chan mention that she was calling her and Tsuyu friends even as she tried to slice them apart? She smiled at him, he tried not to shudder, he was bound and at her mercy. He had a hope, if he could get her to talk to him maybe he could learn more, or at least get stabbed less, try to formulate a plan to get out.
"T..Toga-chan.." Before he could get another word out he noticed a sudden smile and blush, she actually looked down and giggled, a hand on the side of her face, the knife pulled from the wound as she smiled at him. His train of thought interrupted both by her reaction and the sheer strangeness of it.
"You remember me! How flattering, I knew you were the right choice, I knew it." She spun, that same cheerful rictus smile on her face.
'Right choice,' that was ominous. However she had stopped using her blade on him, at least for the moment. Keeping her engaged in conversation might keep her from carving him up, or at the very least might let him keep his focus away from feelings of sheer stark terror or the pain. He thought of closing his eyes to try to filter things but something told him that if he did she would decide to make sure she had his attention. Still..
"Toga-chan h…" she interrupted him again, her golden eyes strangely glazed as she smiled at him with a blush.
"Call me Himiko, Hi-Mi-Ko, after all we're so close already." Strangely enough Izuku almost felt the need to argue this. He debated it a moment and decided against it, a bit flushed despite himself as he continued.
"H..Himiko-chan then, why can't I use my quirk, what did you do to me?" He privately hoped that he hadn't told her something she didn't know but he doubted it. She was likely to know that his quirk enhanced his physical power, and she seemed to trust the strength of the bindings on him. Though that isn't quite a guarantee, he didn't think she knew his full strength, maybe this was just something that could hold someone that was really strong but not at the tier of All-Might. Or maybe it was something designed in general for people with super strength. Maybe..he forced himself to focus on her, at this point being distracted might mean missing something essential or worse .
She was tilting her head to the side, smiling again as she looked him over, seeming to inspect him, she suddenly poked at a spot on his left side, a semi-healed wound reopened as she twisted her finger in it, making him cry out again. "Yep, still there…hmmm I maybe shouldn't tell but you're bleeding so sweetly for me and you just look so cute when you cry. I guess I could share. I hit you with a quirk stopping dart. As long as it's buried in your skin your quirk can't work. It has to stay in so I can do my work."
"W..work?" Izuku was still wincing in pain, overactive tear ducts letting loose as she pokes at his injuries.
She smiled at him, this time with a deep blush as she licked her teeth again, leaning in close. Whispering breathily as she almost pressed herself against him, a look of intensity in her eyes, "I'm going to make you perfect Izuku, you're already so close but I'm going to make you perfect for me." She let out a little giggle again that might have been cute if not for the tinge of cheerful sadism in her voice and eyes.
