Izuku has spent the night in the bar. There was no bed, no mattress, not even a heater to help him survive the cold of mid-March. All he had was an uncomfortable couch and some chocolate cookies with a glass of water. Luckily for him they didn't take the pet thing too literally by giving him a bowl of kibble instead. He'd rather die than go along with their stupid game. He had had to find a convenient position so that the chain of his collar doesn't bother or choke him in his sleep.

He couldn't sleep. U.A., Shigaraki, the orphanage, the villains, his abduction, there was too much to think about. All of this because he had happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. What if he just listened to Kacchan and gave up his dream of becoming a hero? Maybe he would not have been out yesterday and quietly be at home without fear of being dismembered by a bunch of sadistic villains right now.

He has only slept two or three hours. There wasn't any clock in the room but the tiredness enveloping his stressed out mind was more than obvious regarding his lack of sleep. There was no window at all. Only the slight line of light under the front door had notified him it was morning.

The rattling of the chain tied to his collar constantly made Izuku gnash his teeth in anger. He will find a way to get rid of that damn thing as soon as he can. His exhausted, emerald eyes lingered towards the exit. If only he could tear the shackles and reach it…

'Even if you came to break free you wouldn't get through the door,' Shigaraki has told him last night, maliciously looking down at the collar. With that, Izuku was sure it had some kind of alarm besides the quirk canceler.

He remained lying on the sofa for a long time until he heard footsteps from the ceiling. He immediately tensed and waited to see which villain was going to appear down the stairs, hidden behind a plain curtain at the back of the bar. He sincerely hoped it was Kurogiri or the uncultured Ninja Turtle, they definitely were more manageable than the other two. Especially Kurogiri despite the fact he was also at fault for bringing him here.

"You awake Pet?"

Of course, it had to be the bastard. Fate allied with Misfortune just to twist the knife in the wound.

"I know you're awake, I heard you groan just now."

He tsked. "I don't want to talk to you."

Suddenly the bar lighted up and Midoriya had to close his eyes to adjust to the unexpected radiance. He growled and forced his eyelids to open as he felt Shigaraki come closer. He still had the weird hand on his face, and two others one grabbing his neck. Where did he find these kind of gloomy accessories anyway? Nobody would wear that in public. Only mad, creepy, shady guys having something wrong with their head—

Oh, wait.

"You didn't eat the biscuits."

No answer. Shigaraki tilted the head to the side.

"You should've told me if you wanted kibbles-"

"Shut up!" Izuku exploded. "Send me home so that I can have a proper meal instead of that pathetic excuse for dinner!"

"Aaah so loud. You're annoying, be quiet."

He saw Shigaraki open a fridge behind the bar and take one bottle of fruit juice. Apple juice to be exact. Izuku frowned as the blue-haired villain served himself a drink before slumping into a bar stool and eagerly gulping at the sweet liquid. He thought adults and especially villains only drank alcohol or wine on a daily basis. Maybe this one wasn't a grown man yet? He looked almost as young as he was, perhaps four or five years older.

"I'm twenty."

Midoriya started and looked up. Shigaraki was impassively staring at him, having probably heard him mumbling again. Izuku cursed himself.

"Aren't you too young to be a villain?"

"Aren't you too young to be a hero?" Shigaraki retorted.

"I'm not a hero yet."

"You'll never be one."

"Try me."

They glared at each other for a while, tension abruptly rising in the quiet bar.

"You are annoyingly persistent. You know you're not going anywhere any time soon."

"You're one to talk! You are the persistent one when you decide someone else's future just because of your childishness."

"Say that again."

"Gladly. You're just a spoiled, deranged and insufferable idiot who like to play villain when he's just a fucking brat who has still yet to grow!"

He stopped as he saw Shigaraki shoot him a deadly glare. He had murder in his crimson eyes, fixed on his stiff form.

Slowly, Shigaraki put his drink down and without looking away from the teen he put his last finger on the glass. Izuku held a breath as he watched the object instantly disintegrate in less than ten seconds, glass turning to dust until there is only the content left. The remaining liquid spread over the surface and dripped on the floor next to the man's feet. So, that was his quirk… Decay? If Shigaraki was going to use it on him Izuku wouldn't be able to defend himself against such a destructive power.

Instinctively, he watched Shigaraki's every moves to make sure the man stayed away from him. After witnessing the scaring display of power Izuku had no intention of letting him get any closer. Shigaraki seemed to sense his discomfort as a grin made its way up his cracked lips and he suddenly stood up.

"S-Stand back," Izuku stuttered as he saw Shigaraki move closer and closer towards him. The boy cringed in fear and started to retreat until the wall behind keeps him from moving further.

"Aww~ Pet is afraid."

"Y-You wish!" Shigaraki stopped right in front of the red sofa, his smirk still in place. "Yeah? Then come here, I'm waiting."

"You're fucking insane."

"Hurry, Pet. Show me how brave you are~ aren't you going to be a hero?"

"My name's Midoriya, not Pet! You better get your ears clean instead of playing villain!"

"Come say it to my face."

Izuku was trapped between the couch and the table, his back pinned against the wall and a smiling psycho straight ahead. Said psycho sneered and his grin widened, "Fine. If you won't come at me then I will come at you."

Terror filled Midoriya's large eyes as he saw Shigaraki place one knee on the sofa, only one meter away from the teen.

"Go away!"

He tried to kick Shigaraki's stretched hand away but unfortunately the villain was quicker. Four fingers caught his leg and pulled. With a yelp Izuku slid on his back, forcefully hauled towards the blue-haired young man. He found himself under Shigaraki's towering upper body, one arm pinned beside his disheveled hair while a hand lied down on his abdomen, making Izuku immediately stop struggling.

If Shigaraki's fifth finger came to touch his skin...

He forgot how to breath for a second. His frightened expression made Shigaraki chuckle above him, and the man taunted him for his unusual silence, "Well? You used to be more talkative…"

"S-Shut up— Take your hand a-away or…!"

"Or what."

'Or I'll die, you bastard!' Izuku wanted to yell but couldn't find the bravery to do so. Instead he gritted his teeth and did what anyone would do in this situation. He called for help.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! A PSYCHO IS ABOUT TO KILL ME!"

"Yes, that's it. Scream, struggle, nobody's going to save you anyway." He put more pressure around his wrist. Izuku ignored the pain as he kept yelling, hoping for any kind of help to get rid of the villain who was bent over him.

"HELP! THERE'S A FUCKING PERVERT ASSAULTING AN ABDUCTED MIDDLE SCHOOLER!"

"Who are you calling a pervert? I'll kill you," Shigaraki growled, applying more weight on the teen's stomach.

"What's going on here…" A familiar voice said behind them.

Izuku wanted to scream with joy and hug his mysterious savior as Shigaraki was forced to stop and distance himself from Izuku. He sat up and took a glance over Shigaraki's shoulders. Kurogiri was at the bar, his fog gate still open in his back. If the bartender had a real face Izuku would swore Kurogiri had his eyebrows raised at the present time.

"Kurogiri," Shigaraki called, looking slightly… annoyed? "How did your meeting with Sensei go?"

"It went well," he replied but kept sending glances between the villain and the boy. His yellow eyes slid over the puddle of sticking juice spilled on the bar, then on the floor where the liquid was still dripping. No pieces of glass were around, leading Kurogiri to believe Shigaraki used his quirk.

And given the scene he witnessed just now, he could immediately guess what could have triggered his trivial tantrum this time. "He did some finishing touches on his last project, the one he told you about last month."

"Oh?" Shigaraki seemed very intrigued.

"He has something to show you once you've completed the task he gave me for you." Kurogiri turned to the boy who was watching them with utter distrust, "He said to examine his quirk and note every details regarding it. He wants the complete report of the experiment by noon."

"Mmh."

"Examine my quirk..? Like hell I will let you come near me!"

Kurogiri glanced towards Shigaraki and the blue-haired villain sighed in the palm of the pale hand placed on his forehead. "I know. He's been like this since I woke up. I didn't know he would be so noisy."

"You have no right to complain!"

Kurogiri tried to ignore the ruckus caused by the two opposed teens gathered in the same room. "I assigned Magne and Spinner to bring the subjects. They should be ready by now."

The subjects? Izuku mentally asked but is interrupted by the mass of dark mist spiraling in the middle of the bar. Spinner came first with a man tied with chains all around his body. The reptile shoved him with such brutality that the other nearly tripped on the floor.

"'Morning, brat," he greeted.

Then Magne appeared next with two men he held on both sides. One was huge, with panther-like features from head to toes. His wrists had the seize of a globe and were restrained by heavy iron manacles. Finally the last guy was very thin and he had smaller cuffs unlike the other 'subject.'

"Izu-chan is awake!" Magne exclaimed and shined her brightest smile at Izuku who cried out, "Don't call me that!"

"Eh? But Boss called you that yesterday, so you'll go by Izu-chan for now."

He wanted to retort. He really wanted to. However the behavior of these so-called villains was enough for Izuku to believe his words would just fall on deaf ears. So he did his best to ignore her and focused instead on the three men who looked like prisoners. He hadn't heard about villains having prisoners before, except hostages… were they in the same case as him? Izuku got a bad feeling about that.

"Deactivate the collar," Kurogiri instructed.

"I know."

Midoriya jumped when he saw Shigaraki approach again. "Back off!" he yelled, but rather than obey, Shigaraki seized the chain to tug on the collar. Izuku didn't have the time to process what was happening as the red-eyed villain put an arm on his back and press the sort of choker collar somewhere behind his neck.

"What are you doing?!"

"Calm down, you're going to have your Quirk back. Wasn't it what you wanted?"

"….Eh?"

A metallic noise tinkled under his chin and the teen unconsciously sighed with relief when the weight on his neck disappeared, even if it was just the chain gone. As soon as Shigaraki pulled away from him, Izuku felt it. The power. The relaxing sensation buzzing through his veins from head to toes. He could feel it pulse in an instant as if it just came back to life. His Quirk. The power he's spent his whole life without knowing it was there. It felt so good that the boy forgot where he was and what was happening for a second. Izuku took his time to adjust in this delicious feeling before coming to his senses.

He had not lost his Quirk. That bastard has stolen it from him.

"Aaah~ And here I thought I wouldn't give it back till a year or two," Shigaraki pretended to pout.

Izuku glared and suddenly, his irises flared in a bright, reddish spark that sent a shiver through Magne and Spinner's limbs. "What's happening!?"

"He's a vampire," Kurogiri stated, ignoring the pure shock passing across their faces. "And he has a Quirk, so we're going to study his power and see if he can be useful somehow."

He couldn't miss this rare opportunity. He was free and had full access on his Quirk. He could fight back! Midoriya took an offensive stance before throwing himself on Magne without warning, who hasn't seen him coming due to his astonishing speed. He kicked the villain in the gut but only managed to make her take a step back as well as release the two prisoners. Spinner was already on him, one sword out. Izuku jumped and dodged the mortal blade slash, leaving some strands of dark green hair get cut off instead.

He landed on top of the bar counter. Midoriya then leaned on it and bounced off the surface to rush towards the exit. Except this time it was not Kurogiri who stopped him. Izuku gasped when he felt his body stop in the air even though he didn't reached the handle yet. The boy barely had time to register what was happening as an invisible force suddenly pulled him backwards.

He was heading straight to Magne who has her arm extended towards him. 'Probably her quirk'. Izuku saw the villain ready to strike him with full force as soon as he was going to be within Magne's reach. Fangs out, he let himself be magnetized towards her, a plan forming in his mind.

"Watch out Magne!" Kurogiri shouted out, but too late.

"Eh?"

Midoriya took advantage of his speed to avoid Magne's fist. Mouth wide open, he sank his fangs into the villain's shoulder. The sweet liquid made him want to forget everything and continue to taste this delicious drink, but sadly it was not the time to slack off.

One gulp was enough to immediately cancel Magne's Quirk, although Midoriya didn't know how long it was going to last. As soon as Izuku was released from her Quirk his body fell heavily on the ground. He quickly stood up and tried to run again but one pair of arms wrapped themselves around his torso and immediately halted his moves.

"Wha—"

"Don't think my Quirk is my only power, Izu-chan~"

Shit. He knew her muscles were not just for show-off but he didn't think Magne would be that strong. He was kind of relieved he didn't take any of her hits. He didn't want to rely on his Quirk so often without knowing all its after-effects, but the boy could not think of anything else for now.

He plunged his teeth in one of her arm, getting a yelp from Magne who was still preventing him from escaping. "Magne!" Spinner exclaimed and was ready to strike Izuku with his blade but Kurogiri stopped him from doing so.

"No! Don't kill him."

"But Magne is-"

"I'm fine Shū-chan!" Magne tried to reassure but could not ignore the flow of her blood slowly being absorbed by the teen. One more minute and she'll die from blood loss. She clucked her tongue before deciding to loosen her grip and let the boy go.

Licking the remaining drops of blood on the corner of his mouth, Midoriya then chose to rush towards Spinner while his power were still at the fullest. He had an enormous makeshift blade made of daggers, kukris, hatchets and many other blades to attack, so why Spinner was only using what seemed like a katana to fight him? He tried to reach his neck but the swings of the blade kept him from getting closer.

He dodged and jumped whenever Spinner was about to slash him so that he could fight back and bit him next but to no avail. His sword crashed into the wooden counter leaving a large notch, earning a groan from the foggy bartender. "Stay still, brat!"

"Shut up and leave me alone!"

"Magne, Spinner. Get him, we don't have all day," Shigaraki ordered while scratching his neck to the point of leaving reddish trails on the skin.

Like last time Kurogiri was the one who managed to catch the boy in the end, probably not wanting to watch his bar being entirely destroyed by their ruckus. Despite Midoriya's incredible speed it wasn't enough for the teen who could not freely move within the small space of the bar. Kurogiri had waited for an opportunity to trap Izuku into one of his warp gates, taking action when he saw him land on the floor.

He had quickly activated one portal right under his feet, trapping him in the purple mist and teleporting Izuku to Magne who immediately grabbed him by the throat before pinning him on the bar counter. The teen couldn't reach her hand with his fangs like this. No matter how hard he struggled, Magne's grip was monstrously too strong for him.

Damn it. Was it a habit to hold people by the throat here?!

"So strong Izu-chan! I must say I'm impressed."

"D...on't- call me th...at..!"

"Should we break his legs next time we try to experiment on that brat?" Shigaraki proposed with a very serious look. That seemed to send a violent shiver through the boy's limbs.

"It would only falsify the results. Let's leave it at that for today. Magne, bring him here."

"Ryōkai~" Izuku was then dragged in the middle of the room by the firm hand of Magne around his throat.

"Perhaps I should have started by telling you this first…" Kurogiri said to the teen who just glared at him with utter rage. "Sensei has a message for you."

"Ah?!"

What followed next made Izuku's blood curdle. He listened to Kurogiri with a dreadful weight in the throat. "Midoriya Izuku, 15, was presumed quirkless until now. Your mother Midoriya Inko passed away six years ago due to an unknown illness, your father Midoriya Hisashi has left the country since your birth. You've been placed in Koma Orphanage at nine. Tajima Shiaki is the one in charge and has exactly thirty-six children under her responsibility, thirty-seven including you."

"W-Wait…"

"You're attending Aldera Junior High and you just took the U.A. entrance exam yesterday, hoping to attend the general courses starting next month. On the other hand it seems one of your comrade aimed for heroic courses, a certain Bakugou Katsuki according to the report, son of one of your mother's friend."

Panic overcame Izuku's widened orbs. He suddenly felt numb as he realized what he was getting at. His shaking lips opened but no words came out of his mouth. Shigaraki smirked as Kurogiri simply continued, "We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, would we?"

"You- you can't…"

"We can. We're villain remember?"

"…" Midoriya clenched his fists. He knew exactly what he was getting at. "What do you want."

"The same as always, only your cooperation. You'll soon come to learn that that term is the very essence of our organization."

"...You're the worst, you know that?"

"Nothing new."

"Tch. Fine! I'll do your stupid experiment, release me now!" A nod from Kurogiri made Magne remove her hand previously around his neck.

"Good, now that you understand, let's begin." Magne and Spinner held onto their prisoner and shove them towards Izuku. "You will bit each of them one by one, starting by this one," Shigaraki explained and pulled Midoriya to the first man who had chains all around his body.

Said chains then were removed by Kurogiri and the man stood in front of Izuku with only manacles on his wrists.

"His has a quirk allowing him to change his limbs into sharp blades. You will drink exactly two sips of his blood."

"Why was he chained?"

"To prevent him from using his limbs if he had come to activate his Quirk."

"Why is he here?"

Shigaraki clicked his tongue. "Not your damn business. Get to work instead of asking fucking useless questions, Pet."

"I won't harm an innocent," Izuku dryly replied. Him obeying villains didn't mean he would become one of them. Shigaraki's scratching became more frantic as anger began to rise inside him.

"Listen, you damn brat—"

"Keiji Nagare, 34. Killed nine people randomly before trying to attack one of us. We left him alive in exchange for being a part of the experiment," Kurogiri calmly stated, his eyes never looking away from the nervous teen who seemed to relax a little after hearing the report.

"….Fine," Izuku complied again.

He still have the taste of Magne's blood but apparently his body didn't mind another feast. A pulse of eagerness nearly made him yearn for it. What the hell… He still wanted to deny his vampire nature -seriously, who would want to believe that?- but the signs were becoming more and more obvious now.

"Only two gulps, right?"

"Only two," Kurogiri confirmed.

Izuku came closer to the man who eyed him with a strange look but decided to ignore it. Shaking a little, he stood up on tip-toe because of his smaller size. 'You're doing this for Kacchan' he desperately thought as his fangs brushed against Keiji's skin. 'For Kacchan, Shiaki and everyone else.'

He pierced the skin. Sweet, exquisite flavor exploded on Izuku's tongue and the teen couldn't do nothing but welcome the liquid in him and succumb to the divine taste the prisoner was -a bit reluctantly- giving him. Midoriya had to keep himself from drinking more than two gulps.

He pulled out from the villain's neck, feeling a barely noticeable daze growing deep inside him. Spinner then proceeded to cut the iron chains around the man who dumbly stared at his hands. "My...my Quirk has disappeared..!"

"Sorry," Izuku mumbled without thinking.

"I still can't believe he's a vampire…" Spinner mused with a spark of interest.

"Well done, now do the same with the second Subject. Ten sips this time. And before you ask, this one was named Jetflash and robbed seven banks with heavy civilian casualties. He manipulates steam and was going to hand over important info about the League, hence the shackles and the experiment."

Izuku wanted to tell him to go to hell but cooperation was a necessity for now. He did exactly the same thing then the first prisoner, although this time he drank ten gulps instead of two. The villain grunted and slightly tried to free himself from Izuku's bit. But the teen strongly stayed stuck into his carotid.

"My, my~ So sensual… I wish he'd sucked my blood like that too!" Magne squirmed with excitement and Midoriya did his best to not blush while sucking on the villain's artery. He started to feel a bit more dizzy as he almost greedily ingested his vital source.

"I feel weird," Izuku stated after he removed his fangs from the man. The truth was he felt dizzy and so good at the same time, his head so light he was under the impression he was on a floating cloud.

"Interesting," Kurogiri hummed, then addressed to Shigaraki, "Has it happen yesterday after beating Shinome's gang?"

Shigaraki shrugged, slouching down a bar stool. "Nah. He looked dumb by then, and a bit more energetic if I remember well."

"That's strange, maybe the life-threatening danger and the fact his Quirk has just been activated at that time has alternated the after-effects."

"So his body has a limit to the amount of blood ingested?"

"It's a possibility. There is only one way to find out though…" Kurogiri turned to Izuku, "Let's continue with the last Subject, young man. Take thirty sips of his blood."

The teen froze and took a nervous glance towards the panther-like prisoner. Even if his body was till eager for blood despite his state, Izuku didn't want to pursue the experiment any further. He didn't feel good and they were going to learn every bit of his weaknesses by the end of their analysis, meaning more blackmails and more advantages over him for the Villains during his forced stay within the League.

"Thirty..? I know he's massive but isn't that a bit too much—"

"I assure you he won't die."

"B-But—"

"Do you want to know his background too?"

No, no need for that, Izuku could perfectly perceive the bright madness and every atrocities the man committed by just looking at his sharp, killer eyes. Even though he was heavily cuffed, that villain was sending dreadful shivers through his spine.

He slowly approached the dark panther-man with reluctant steps. His vision was growing blurry as seconds passed. Yet, refusing to continue would lead to severe consequences. As a future pro-hero Izuku could not put people's lives in danger.

The dangerous aura the villain gave off was enough to make the boy look away. He was so huge Izuku had to bit him in the forearm instead of the jugular.

The gulps this time were slower, Izuku taking his time between each sip to enjoy the taste as well as to slacken off the feeling of dizziness. Was that what people felt when they were drunk? It took Izuku more than a minute to achieve the thirtieth sip. He was barely aware of the surprised breath Spinner and Magne let out when the dark skin of the prisoner progressively turned into a white, hairless human flesh as the man's Quirk was slowly wearing off.

Small blood spurts came out of the bite when he pulled away, his trembling feet making him almost tumble. Some red drops were trickling down his chin, staining his uniform were the blood was slowly dripping.

"See, Pet. It wasn't so complicated, was it?"

Midoriya lifted his eyes towards Shigaraki with furious, gleaming red orbs clashing against crimson ones while he unconsciously licked a trail of blood on the corner of his lips, Izuku's glare never leaving the other's.

"Are we done?"

The image of a bloodied, tired and an angered Izuku made something twitch inside Shigaraki. He has seen the unintentional but oh, so arousing lick across those bright bleeding lips and his eyes never left this part of the teen's body since then.

Well, if it were up to Shigaraki they would definitely never be done.

But of course, something had to interrupt this fabulous moment between him and his corrupted fantasies. He barely had time to retort as the first Subject suddenly made a run towards him, razors emerging where his fingers previously were.

"Gyahahaha! Thanks for freeing me fuckers! I don't need cuffs to cut you!" He slashed the air just two centimeters away from Shigaraki who dodged with surprising ease. His crimson orbs seemed to plan a bloody murder.

Nagare swiveled his body to hit him with his right leg that had morphed into a long sword. Shigaraki crouched down at the right time before the prisoner can slice his head. "Tsk. You scum should have just stay still like we've warned you."

"Ah?! Ya think you can beat me even though I'm no longer chained?" The villain asked with cruelty and kept swinging his blade-like limbs towards Shigaraki. "Ain't ya the leader here? Ain't ya supposed to be strong?! All ya doin' is dodge!" he giggled again and closed the distance with his iron claws.

"A leader don't bother with trash like you."

"...Ah?!" Nagare hissed.

"They let underlings take care of the garbage."

With that, Nagare seemed to realize the situation a bit too late. A large shadow overwhelmed him from above in a flash. "...Huh?" was all he said before Magne's fists came crashing together onto the villain's skull, that broke in a disgusting noise that made Izuku's stomach turn.

Midoriya watched with horror as the now unmoving corpse fell on the ground, the neck unnaturally stuck between his shoulders. Even though Magne was temporarily quirkless she remained a monster. "What a waste… he could've lived if he had not been so stubborn," Magne said with a small sigh.

"Oh god," Izuku whispered as his legs finally gave in and he found himself stumbling on the floor. He just witnessed a murder. He, future-pro hero has just let a man get killed before his eyes without doing anything. Although that man was a villain, Izuku couldn't help but feel a horrible sorrow at how he was unable to stop them.

"How long did it take?" Kurogiri asked.

"Five minutes," Spinner replied. "For two gulps of blood."

"Meaning the Subject two will have his Quirk back in about a quarter of an hour," Shigaraki speculated as he walked towards Izuku who didn't have the strength to back away. The man grabbed him by his shirt collar to get him back on his feet. "Great, let's get busy until then."

"Wha-…? L-Leave me alone you bastard…!" Izuku groaned as he tried to shove Shigaraki but to no avail, as he had no strength left in his limbs.

"No can do," the blue-haired man taunted. Spinner and Magne snickered.

He unwittingly let himself get dragged back to the couch. Shigaraki picked up the end of the chain on his way unbeknownst to Izuku. He sat at the edge of the sofa, facing the other villains and steeply put Midoriya down his laps. The teen had enough energy to tighten up at the sudden closeness but not enough to fend him off. The tiredness had his arms completely immobilized along his hip.

"W-What are you doing?! Let me go..!"

Four fingers suddenly covered his eyes, and his head was promptly pulled backwards as Izuku's upper body landed right into Shigaraki's firm torso. Midoriya's face immediately grew paler. "Are you crazy?!"

"Shut up and lay still Pet. You need rest."

"Since when do you care if I need rest or not?!" Izuku shouted and tried to squirm on his laps.

"Since I know the pitiful weakling you are can't even stand on his feet and even in that state you'd be able to cause a ruckus."

Meanwhile Shigaraki managed to attach the chain back to the collar's clamp. The click sound startled Izuku who instantly knew what has just happened. He weakly tugged at the chain.

"No! Not again! I'm not your fucking dog you bastard— Remove it!" but his struggles only earned him a laughter from the Villains except for Kurogiri and the prisoners. The remaining Subjects just watched the odd scene that was unfolding before their eyes. Kurogiri sighed again and tried to resume the development of the experiment still ongoing.

"So, we've learned that the duration of his Quirk's nullification only depends on the amount of blood the boy takes from his enemies. The more he drinks the longer the nullification lasts. It even works on mutant types as well. However absorbing large quantities of blood seems to make him dazed and weak. Not to mention that he drank a lot of Magne's blood when he tried to escape earlier."

"Didn't Boss say that Izu-chan was fine the first time he used his Quirk?"

"It is still a hypothesis, but perhaps his vampire side cancels the exhaustion of his Quirk only when he craves for blood. Then during this period alone his body instinctively adjusts to his needs and conserves all of his energy."

"Wait, you mean he's going to actually crave for blood as soon as he's in need for hemoglobin?" Spinner asked with shock. Kurogiri shrugged, "Well, he is a vampire after all."

Magne couldn't contain her excitement. She clapped her hands together, "Izu-chan, if you ever need blood later I'll gladly offer you mine again!"

"S-Shut-up…" Izuku mumbled against Shigaraki. Everything was buzzing around him but he still could hear every of their words despite the sensation of humming inside his head. "M'not going to… drink your corrupted blood..."

"Corrupted?" Shigaraki sneered in his ear, "You just ingested two liters of tainted hemoglobin, Pet. How can you call yourself pure after that?"

"Shuddup…" the teen repeated. He was revolted. He couldn't move any of his limbs while that Shigabastard and the villains could do anything to him. He was condemned to stay on Shigaraki's laps and let him do as he pleases until the end of the experiment. Fuck. If only he wasn't so dizzy right now maybe he could-

"Do vampires age?" Shigaraki mused behind him, the sound of his voice vibrating through the teen's body.

Izuku tilted at that. Now that that villain mentioned it, it's true that Midoriya didn't even think about it till today. He knew about vampire myths and how they could live until one thousand years or couldn't even die unless being burned alive or beheaded. Oh god. Will he come to age and die like every normal person? He hoped so. The thought of seeing his loved ones die one after another and ending up alone for hundreds of years made his chest tighten.

"I don't know much about their specie," Kurogiri admitted with a brief nod. "However, I happen to have heard of a hundred years old lady who died looking like a thirty year old adult…"

"Seriously?" Spinner exclaimed, totally amazed.

Magne whistled. "Then will Izu-chan stop aging only after becoming a young adult?"

"I don't know, I guess it could vary depending on the person. Maybe he will eternally look like a fifteen years old boy-(Midoriya grunted) or maybe his appearance will reach thirty or forty. Anyway, it won't change the fact that he'll live longer than we do."

"Amazing. Boss really brought an awesome kitten here~"

"Of course," Shigaraki huffed in the hollow of Izuku's neck, "or are you implying I ever did something useless?" His crimson eyes suddenly became hard.

"No way!" Magne quickly replied like Shigaraki has just accused her of murder— oh wait.

While the time was passing by, Izuku tried to ignore everything around him. His head was so heavy he thought he was going to collapse at any moment but no, apparently his body offered no respite for himself and Izuku was forced to listen to their stupid blabbering about his supposed nature.

Shigaraki's arm was around his stomach while his other hand remained over his eyes, still without using all of his fingers. The hand on his hip held him still, almost possessively.

He knew fifteen minutes had passed when he heard a gasp from the so-called Jetflash and a threat from Spinner in case he intended to use his Quirk on them. Then Kurogiri said something about Sensei being interested in Jetflash's Quirk and Spinner disappeared through the dark mist along with the prisoner.

They had to wait a whole hour before Panther-man regains his power and they finally close the experiment. Izuku was half asleep by then, and only retrieved most of his senses when Shigaraki moved to stand. He was not-so-gently shoved back on the couch as the blue-haired villain was about to cross Kurogiri's fog to meet with his precious Sensei.

"We're going to report the results of the experiment. Stay still like a good boy until we come back, Pet. You'll regret it if you misbehave," Shigaraki threatened him before walking towards Kurogiri's portal.

"You're okay with leaving his Quirk activated?" Kurogiri asked as if he was talking about some engineering device.

Shigaraki waved it off. "It's not like he can do anything in his state. Besides, I'm looking forwards to see his reaction when I deactivate it again…" he said with a devilish smirk, his red orbs glaring at the sleepy teen slumped on the sofa.

'Fuck you' Izuku wanted to retort but sadly he was too tired for this. So he just watched them disappear in Kurogiri's warp gate and mentally raised his middle finger until they leave.

It was with a great effort Izuku moved back against the wall to lean on it. He hoped they weren't going to experiment on him any time soon because his body would not handle the fatigue surplus to which he has been forced today. What time was it by the way? They said their boss wanted a report by noon, so it was probably not far from twelve o'clock.

His stomach made a grunting noise as if to confirm his doubts. The chocolate cookies were still on the table, along with the glass of water. No, he thought, I won't give in to their false kindness. As if it were enough to make him submit.

Another growl echoed in the deserted bar. He bit his lips.

Perhaps not submit but at least survive. He was a vampire damn it. He just drank liters of blood so how was it that he was hungry already?! By the way wasn't he supposed to avoid normal food now? Or was that a myth too? Ugh… So many things to know, so many things to ask. His head was on turmoil and he had great difficulty to find peace in order to rest.

But after one hour of wandering between awakening and sleeping Midoriya had finally regained some strength. Not enough to start running around or scream for help but enough to be more aware of his surroundings without that unpleasant buzzing feeling. His body had better recover before Shigaraki's return or something bad would probably happen. And he didn't want to know what that 'something bad' might be.

The sound of the door opening interrupted his faint slumber. He jolted a little but couldn't move more than that despite his energy's reappearance. He desperately prayed that was not Shigaraki or Magne or any of them. Hell, he nearly hoped it was Kacchan, having found out about his abduction and decided to save his sorry ass regardless of his past bullying.

Ha. Ha.

As if.

There was no doubt that his former best friend was not even aware of his disappearance. Even if Bakugou knew about his abduction he would just snarl and turn his back saying 'good riddance' before exploding an innocent bug who would've accidentally brushed against him on his way, shouting his favorite 'DIE YOU FUCKER'-line and then walking away. Or, he would save Izuku simply to punch him afterwards. Yep. Definitely the most likely outcome if it were to happen.

Wait a minute. Everyone had left through Kurogiri's portal. Whoever entered through the door couldn't be Shigaraki's squad. So who was it?

Izuku's eyelids fluttered open. His breath got stuck in his throat when his bright green eyes fell in gleaming turquoise orbs under which were circles of ripped skin, leaning over him. The teen didn't even heard him come closer, still too groggy to pay attention to what was around him. He nearly gasped when the stranger leaned back with a deadpan expression across his face.

"I don't recall the League having a daycare center on a part-time basis," he said.

"Shut up!" Izuku groaned, "I'm not a kid."

The young man -again, Izuku didn't know if he was an old teen or a young adult- stared for awhile, as Izuku himself couldn't help but look at his puzzling features. Wrinkled, purple skin covered much of his lower face and neck, all the way down past his collarbone. Was that patches? Scars? Burned skin from a bad memory…? He didn't look like he was hurt right now… It was attached to the rest of his skin by multiple, crude surgical staples or hoop piercings. Did these scars were accidental or self-inflicted…?

"Do you usually talk to yourself like that a lot? You're a weirdo."

Izuku held a sigh. "You're free to ignore me. Now give me some peace and leave me alone."

"Damn… I just came back after days of mission and the first thing I see is an insolent brat chained like a dog. Tell me, what are you doing in our dusty hiding place?"

Izuku gritted his teeth, he too would have liked to know the answer. "Ask that Shigaraki-bastard, he's the fucking one who brought me to this fucking place to begin with. Oh, and don't forget to tell him to fuck off and die while you're at it."

There is a dead silence at first, the man staring at Midoriya with shocked, widened eyes and then a sudden burst of laughter echoed in the room as he watched the zombie-like villain's attitude switch abruptly, bent over while laughing.

"Hahaha..! Oh god, you're precious."

"Hah?!"

"The last guy who's insulted him has ended gutted and thrown in the Arakawa river you know."

The stranger chuckled, his hands still on his abdomen. "Okay, I think I get why he kept you if Shigaraki has really dragged you here— although I wasn't aware of his penchant for chains and collars."

A violent migraine began to form inside Midoriya's head. He sighed deeply, earning a metallic noise from the chain by doing so, "Listen… I don't care about what you think, I- I'm an enemy you know! I intend to be a hero one day. I'm not supposed to be here, people are waiting for my return outside so… Please, can't you just- take off the chain and help me out? Please…?

Deep down Izuku knew that his pleas were doomed to fail. That man was a villain. Not some man of charity who came here out of pure heroic intentions. Sure enough, the stranger sighed after ten seconds without answering.

"You know I can't do that."

Yep. He knew it, right.

"Well. Actually I wouldn't even if I could."

"What?"

He smirked down at him. "You're interesting. I'm sure Shigaraki must have so much fun with you~" he said while looking the teen up and down like a piece of meat. Izuku recoiled in front of such obscene gaze the villain was giving him. No. Way.

"Y-You— and him… and everyone else in this place… you're fucking insane."

"Hahaha."

"I'm serious, you idiot. Do you often kidnap people in your free time? Is that the Villain's new hobby nowadays? Make children into some kind of pet like they're your damn little toys?!"

"Exactly." The man dangerously approached the sofa where Izuku was slumped on. His knees stopped against the edge of the couch. "Look at you, collared and chained to a wall like a good boy. You are undoubtedly bound to become a toy. Especially when Shigaraki's the one who brought you here. Who knows what that childish, creepy leader is thinking anyway. But he sure has found something very interesting to play with…"

His bright blue eyes seemed to shimmer. Izuku grimaced. This one appeared to be as annoying as Shigaraki. And just as unpredictable. Maybe having Kurogiri or even Magne would've been better than this highly suspicious newcomer.

"What is your Quirk by the way? I doubt that idiot would leave his toy unguarded and all alone for so long if your power was something to be cautious of.

Damn. This one was annoyingly smart. He had guessed so much just by looking at the situation he was in : chained, alone, and probably not looking good after all that happened earlier. What if he lied? He could say he was Quirkless, maybe the villain would consider him boring and leave him the hell alone. And it wasn't really a lie until yesterday, he used to be quirkless since fifteen years after all.

Or. The villain might use this pretext to harass him until he gets bored. So Izuku decided to just ignore his question and looked everywhere but at him.

"Not your business," he growled, desperately hoping he would go away. Izuku almost believe he'd just do that, but alas, the man sighed and shrugged before he begins to move forwards on the couch, coming closer to the green-eyed teen.

"Okay, then I guess I'll just toy with you and make use of the anti-Quirk collar nicely put around your pretty neck until you change your mind-"

Izuku's eyes widened in panic. He didn't mention anything about the collar and yet the man already knew about the item's effect! He tried to hit him with his legs like he did to Shigaraki hours ago.

"Get the hell away from me!" The man managed to catch his leg and took advantage of Izuku's surprise to quickly climb further on top of him. "I- I still have my Quirk! I can attack you, so…!"

"Tell me," he ordered and Midoriya couldn't look anywhere but at his lethal, turquoise orbs staring straight on his. Once again powerless, Izuku gritted his teeth and started to struggle without realizing that the other could attack him with his Quirk as he saw fit.

Of course, that poor attempt to fight was over in no time at all. Izuku's strength had not fully returned and that, despite his so-called powerful nature he was supposed to possess. The villain pinned his wrists against the couch and leaned over Izuku's struggling form.

"Get off! What are you—"

"Your Quirk."

"I-I..!"

He leaned closer again. Izuku panicked.

"Fine! Fine, I'll tell you!"

"I'm listening."

Izuku really didn't want to tell a thing to this prick but he didn't had a choice as the man looked ready to do anything to make the boy talk. He clenched his teeth.

"I… I can delete… the Quirk of the person from whom I drink the blood."

The villain stopped moving at that. He raised an eyebrow. "Oooh~ Very interesting indeed. Can be pretty useful I guess." He mused, a glaze forming into his gleaming blue eyes as they seemed to ponder.

"Yeah so, whatever. Now move—"

"Try with me."

"WHAT?" Izuku blinked at the man, wondering if he had heard it right. Yes, he really asked to have his Quirk temporarily removed. Was he insane? Who would want their quirk to be erased by an unknown brat all of sudden? Something was definitely wrong with his head.

The other was only ten centimeters from his face this time. Izuku hold his breath. When viewed up close, the skin was even more impressive. He could perfectly follow the lines of the wrinkles over the dark purple areas.

"Go on, take my blood. We don't have all day."

"I- I don't want to." He just had his dose not too long ago and was still recovering at this very moment. He didn't need another moment of dizziness—

"Do it now. It's an order, Pet."

Red anger flared in his previously green orbs staring at the villain. Why was this fucker also calling him like that now?! He wanted him to take his blood? Fine. One more time couldn't hurt after all he went through.

He cursed one last time and then lifted his head to sink his fangs into the man's jugular. The latter froze as soon as Izuku bit him right into the flesh and suppressed a gasp when he felt his blood being absorbed in the teen's mouth. Rather than give him the time to come to his senses, Midoriya eagerly drank the source of the most delicious taste he'd ever had until now.

The prisoner's blood had not been as delectable as this one. Blasts of sweet aroma scattered over his taste buds and the boy almost moaned in pleasure as he gulped the villain's blood without any restriction. What was that…?

"Whoa there…" the villain breathed, a sudden spark of interest in his irises. "Wait. A vampire…? Haha… Hahahaha! So full of surprise! I like it!"

He grabbed a fistful strand of Izuku's emerald hair to pulled him from his neck. He looked down at the boy, watching as drips of blood on the corner of his lips were trickling down his chin and on the collar of his uniform's white shirt. His own wound was dripping on the boy's face and Dabi could only find that delightfully arousing.

"Satisfied, you bastard?" Izuku panted and tried to send him a death glare but his bloodied fangs and flushed face made Dabi anything but intimidated. For a moment, the man can't break his eyes from Izuku.

"You're right…" he said and released one of his wrists to look at his palm. "I can't use my flames anymore. Quite the convenient Quirk you've got there, kid."

"M'not a kid," Izuku grumbled and made an attempt to move back towards the wall to move away from the villain. But Dabi had other plans. Holding his hips, he instantly pulled Izuku back under him, ignoring the boy's surprised yelp.

"So cute," he purred and leaned towards him, entrapping the teen's cheeks between his hands. Izuku snapped.

"Shut up! I told you I'm no— mmphf-!"

The rest of the sentence was suddenly greeted by the villain's mouth that came crashing into his. Izuku's gasp allowed more access for the man who immediately took the opportunity to explore more of his oral cavity. Midoriya was absolutely not ready for the intrusion.

He still had the taste of his blood on his tongue, now mingled with the salty aroma of his wrinkled skin and his saliva vigorously forced into his mouth. The intrusive appendage explored every part of him. Teeth, tongue, palate and lips were mercilessly devoured by the villain who managed to get an unintentional moan from Izuku when the teen only wanted to catch his breath.

He struggled against the hands restraining him but to no avail, the man kept devouring him without letting the unfortunate boy rest. Hot waves of electricity coursed through his body when Dabi dived deeper into his mouth earning the man a long whimpering from the restrained teen under him. Black spots began to fill his vision. His throat started to convulse. He was going to die. Oh god, he was going to die and not only as a pathetic prisoner chained like a dog but also killed by a fucking deranged, pervert villain who assaulted him without any explanation—

And then, the villain finally releases his mouth and Izuku comes back to life. He took some big, deep breaths as if his life depended on it.

"So fucking cute," he heard a groan and the wet, abusive tongue continued to roam his bruised lips, as if to clean off the blood trails left on his face.

"W-What did you…!? Are you… fucking crazy?! You— STOP IT!" Izuku screamed with utter revulsion between each lick.

"Shigaraki really did find a gem… Rather surprising coming from him."

He gazed at Izuku, welcoming the beautiful view he got from above that flushed face as well as those bright, furious red irises glaring straight at him… Dabi was ready for round two. Smirking devilishly, the young man dived to resume his shameless attack when a low, dangerous, and extremely familiar voice interrupted his sadistic schemes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing."

Shigaraki was back.