It was so quiet. It has been so for days, and he didn't like it at all. In fact, he hated it. He turned his head to left, where the subject of his bad mood should have been instead of the empty space in the middle of the row of tables. His eyes narrowed. He didn't liked it. Gritting his teeth, he looked away. It wasn't his business. He didn't want to care. He didn't give a fucking shit of what that looser was doing, but still, something about it winded up a burning rage inside his guts and every time he was looking at the empty chair he wanted to scream in anger and destroy everything until there was nothing left but dust.

In fierce anger, he hit the chair in front of him, knocking off the boy sitting in it on the ground. Every students around him stopped writing to watch Bakugou go ballistic for the third time this week.

The professor gulped but said nothing as he was used to the boy's rants at this stage. Talking to him was like talking to a deaf wall anyway. Nobody could make the stubborn delinquent react with words. Well, one had been able to do so for years, but the professor had not seen him since a week now. "Bakugou, if you don't feel well you can go to the infirmary."

Better letting him go calm himself down than watching him wreck havoc in the classroom. Without a word, the blond furiously stood up and left the room, hands stuffed in the pockets. He didn't hear the massive sighs of relief everyone let out when the door slammed shut behind him. He was too focused on the little fucker who's having fun running away since the U.A.'s exams. Did he even took them? Did he fail? Was it the reason why he didn't want to show his looser face in front of him? Was he ashamed? He fucking better be!

He told him again and again to stop dreaming and come back down to earth with his shitty hopes and uselessness! What could he do anyway?! He's got no Quirk. No strength. He's got nothing but a fucking big mouth that dared Bakugou to call him weak every time he opened it.

He was weak god dammit. WEAK! How could this fucker believe he was at the same level as him, who had much stronger body with a fucking much stronger Quirk — because at least he's got one compared to that hell of a looser!

"FUCK!" he yelled and his fist suddenly plunged into the wall, leaving a huge hole when he pulled it out after a minute.

He was angry. Frustrated. He wanted to punch this looser. Fucking Deku.

He went to the orphanage few days ago when the teacher asked him to deliver the homework due by Thursday. He knew where lived since… since that day when the loser lost his only family and they refused to let his mother have custody of him. He used to visit him in there sometimes when he was younger. He often came to mock him for being useless, show him how weak he was and make him realize he was no better than anyone despite his 'power is not everything' s annoying speeches.

But he wasn't here. The caretaker said she didn't see Deku since he left for the UA exams. He immediately thought Deku failed and went crying somewhere hidden in a corner to keep that shame for himself, but Bakugou knew better. However knowing the stubborn loser, even failure would not manage to make him grovel in frustration. He would cry, yes, the shitty nerd was a fucking crybaby anyway. Crying over everything, even when he was happy. What a creep.

But Deku wasn't the type to run away like a coward. Hell, if that truly was the case he would've stopped beating him a long time ago… or not.

Anyway, that was not the matter right now. Deku was not a coward. Period. It was at that moment that an annoying thought suddenly sprouted in his mind. A thought that didn't leave him alone since then, making him angrier day by day until he exploded and everything started again like an annoying endless cycle.

Something was wrong.

Something happened. He didn't know what, and somehow he didn't really want to know either. It was not his business. He didn't care about that dimwit. Fuck Deku.

…. Fuck him.

"FUCK!"

He punched another hole, not minding his phalanges that were dripping blood on the floor, nor the damaged wall for which the cost of repairs will likely be deducted from his parents' account. "Fucking Deku. When I see you I'll give you a real reason to hide…"

He walked past the infirmary door without stopping and went to the exit. He didn't feel like studying today. There was only a week left of class anyway.

Midoriya resisted the urge to yawn. It's been hours since he wasn't allowed to move and his mind was trying to convince him to just relax and let the sleepiness take over his body until he was immersed into endless dreams. He was sitting on Shigaraki's lap in front of the bar's table, across which were Spinner and Muscular engaged in an impassioned discussion about a next attack.

It has been ten days since the fight with the other gang last time, when his escape failed and Toga dragged him back to Shigaraki, who almost strangled Izuku to death in anger before tugging the boy back in the underground bar where Izuku had found himself chained to the wall once again. He never tried anything again after that. Although it did not stop the teen from gritting his teeth and snarling at them when they were constantly taunting him. Midoriya knew he couldn't do anything for now. He knew it even before he tried to escape that night but he had just wanted to try his luck.

Luck that happened to be Misfortune instead.

"We need more pawns." Shigaraki's voice echoed through Izuku and the boy woke up from his thoughts with a small jolt.

He was still on his laps, an arm resting around his abdomen like a waistband as though to prevent Midoriya to fall or run away. The chain tied to the collar band hasn't moved for days except when he has to pee or bathe. There was always someone with him, be it in the bathroom or in the bar even when nothing was happening. He simply stayed on his couch -they decided to consider the red sofa to be his since he was stuck here anyway- watched the villains come and go all day, watched them fight sometimes and then watched them leave for most of them while the remaining villains had their respective bedrooms upstairs.

Of course, Dabi had to be one of the regular resident — When he was not outside doing God knows what kind of villain stuff.

"We already have fifty men for the plan. Isn't more pawns going to be out of control?" Spinner asked, without averting his eyes from the leader's. Shigaraki leaned forward, ignoring Izuku's body tensing. "I need fifty more. We have to keep their attention busy while Kurogiri and I take care of the main dish."

"We don't even know if he's going to show in there," Muscular interrupted. "What if we assemble all of them for nothing? We've got months before we execute the plan."

"Better be prepared ahead of time. This is going to be extremely important for us, for the League. We're gonna take the stage and show the whole world we exist and that heroes gotta be ready for what's going to happen."

Izuku wanted to roll his eyes. Ah, never mind that, he already did. How many times did he hear such a propaganda speech emphasizing the villains' glory? Too much for his taste. He met the eyes of Muscular, who kept his gaze upon his tense form with an arrogant glint. Shigaraki must have followed the direction of his look because Izuku felt the shadow of his abductor looming over him.

One hand grabbed his chin in a silent order to look up. "What is it? Are you angry that we're plotting against your dearest heroes? Are you going to cry?"

"Do what you want, I don't give a fuck of what you're planning."

"Liar."

Damn it. Couldn't Shigaraki just ignore him like he was fantastically doing ten seconds ago? Midoriya needed to listen to their so-called plan, so that when he was going to break free he would be able to spit out all their malicious schemes to the police, and wouldn't that be a more than fitting revenge for all they did to him? Unfortunately for the teen, the blue haired villain had developed a darker obsession over the days he'd been held captive here, giving Shigaraki plenty of reasons to pick a fight with him or make Izuku very aware of his presence every time he was around, like this lap-sitting thing which he was forced to suffer right now.

Well, "held captive" was a more polite way to say "play the Pet" actually.

Because in all honesty, and it was like being pierced by a burning arrow each time Izuku thought about it, he was literally treated as such. A damn pet. Barring the experiments that were more for Shigaraki's fun than for the necessity of later designs, their behavior was very much like pet owners too easily enthusiastic by his 'cuteness' and exploits— those exploits being Midoriya succeeding to claw Dabi's jaw when the bastard was assaulting him, or simply finishing his plates at the end of each meal (most of the time consisting only of triangular sandwiches or ready-made bentō from a local konbini.)

It was seriously humiliating.

The fingers put more pressure against his cheeks.

"I know what you're thinking. You're imagining yourself running away from here and reporting every of our misdeeds you would recall. Isn't that cute?"

"He's still thinking of running away? So stubborn," Spinner was sincerely astonished by the obstinacy which Izuku refused to let go.

"Ha," Muscular mocked and his prosthetic eye gleamed with madness, "There are so many ways to prevent it. We could crush his legs so that he would be nothing but a pathetic crawling worm unable to exit from here without being assisted."

"How sweet," Midoriya muttered, but not without shivering at the thought of having bones dust instead of his limbs.

Here was another reason to hate that dunderhead whose all intelligence was in the muscles and not the brain. At least there was one thing his villain name didn't contradict. Sighing, Midoriya forced his way out of Shigaraki's grip.

"Please don't pay attention to me, I'm not worth it."

"Where would be the fun in that?"

"There would be no fun obviously, however I would get some peace that would prevent the ridiculous amount of curses I might throw at you any minutes now."

A second chuckle vibrated through his back, making Izuku even more uncomfortable. He squirmed on the villain's lap, trying to divert the man while slowly reaching the couch's seat.

"My, my little vampire is baring his fangs today."

The emerald eyed boy's body went rigid at the mention of his fangs. Shigaraki must have noticed because if anything, his smirk grew darker and he tightened his hold around Izuku's waist, preventing him from escaping his lap.

"You must be eager to start the next experiment this afternoon~"

"I'm not."

"When was the last time you drank anyway? Your throat must be itching by now."

"It's not," Midoriya lied, his tone fierce and dangerous.

True, it has been five days since the last experiment but until this morning he didn't felt any different. He knew that people of his specie had to drink blood to survive, as Kurogiri practically lectured him on the characteristics of his nature. The man had to be a walking encyclopedia because otherwise there was no way he could have learned all of that and leaked almost the entire knowledge like a weather presenter.

Izuku knew his body would be craving for blood one day or another, but he didn't knew exactly when. Each vampire has his own period of thirst. Some had a couple of days before needing blood, others had one, two, even three weeks of peace preceding their hemoglobin thirst.

However, young vampires or newly turned ones were known to have little time before giving in to their instincts.

"You sure, Pet?"

Midoriya really hadn't the burning craving for now, but if the strange feeling in the depth of his throat was anything to go by, he was likely to have serious problems in the near future.

"Don't worry, when the moment comes you'll be the first to know if I'm thirsty or not— But at that time you might be dead because my… fangs will already be sank deep down your dirty flesh." Midoriya spat with a strange glee in the eyes, his face dangerously close to Shigaraki whose gaze suddenly darkened.

For a moment, the bar was plunged into a deafening silence with the three of them staring at Midoriya, each glance holding a different spark depending on which villain they belonged to.

Alarmed— Spinner was ready to grab his multi-swords' hilt. Malevolent— Everyday, Muscular eyed Midoriya like he wanted to rip him in half bare-hands and beat him to a pulp just to see if a vampire could match his strength, so he would certainly not refuse a fight if the boy was likely to attack his boss.

And finally, hungry— Even though immoral, Shigaraki had never hid his obsession for Izuku since the very beginning. From a potential interesting pet, he became something 'curious' whose struggle and attitude awakened his sadistic side along with a domination which he had the sudden surge to wield upon the boy. Sadism being far too easily put in combination with most of sexual contexts, it quickly became something obscure in Midoriya's opinion. He may be fifteen but it didn't mean he wasn't conscious of some… facts, having been through puberty and whatnot. The older children of the orphanage would most often than not mention their multiple love conquests or talk about totally improper things they heard from someone else or they used to practice…

Realizing his mistake, Izuku jumped out of the man's lap and nearly tripped when he reached the edge of the couch. He was now standing, swallowing nervously as he saw Shigaraki also get up from his seat, crimson eyes not leaving the big, frightened green orbs following every move with challenging suspicion.

"W-What are you doing?"

His annoyingly long legs slowly unfolded as he left the couch and walked over to him. He didn't have time to yelp or run. Shigaraki was right in front of him in no time, with a hand clutched firmly on a handful of dark green hair. While holding him he freed the boy from the chain.

"HEY!" He cried out at the same time a dark purple fog materialized in the middle of the room. Crap, what is time already? He tried to break free from the man who didn't even move an inch.

"I can walk by myself, release me."

Instead of doing that Tomura tightened the grip of his four fingers and dragged the boy to the warp gate. He had not even had the opportunity to scream or insult the villain as he was unceremoniously thrown in the portal. Not once taking the time to enjoy the pleasant bit of silence he turned to his men:

"I give you one month to bring me more pawns. And tell our dear informant to lay low until further instructions."

With that, he plunged through the portal and disappeared into the dark fog that closed up behind him.

"Let me introduce you to your new lab rats, Midoriya-kun."

"You mean your lab rats."

"You are the one performing the tests on them."

"And you are the ones forcing me to do it. Stop this nonsense, I won't play your frigging mind games."

"As you wish," Kurogiri complied smoothly.

They were in the same place than five days ago when he had executed his second experiment. The structure was mostly dark except for the halogen lamps on the ceiling that was grimly decorated with large pipes and wires intertwined. Like last time he found himself in the square-shaped biggest room, with some metallic tables in the corners.

Midoriya averted his eyes from their surroundings and scanned the two prisoners standing beside the bartender. He stopped abruptly when he stumbled across the red haired villain whose face detained an expression that Izuku translated as… totally unwholesome.

"Ah, yes," Kurogiri explained as though he read his mind. "There's no need to introduce you as you two already know each other… Horio here asked us to redo the tests, if you don't mind—"

"I do mind," he cut him off with a shudder.

He was not going anywhere near that weirdo again. He was eyeing him with a lust that did not bod well for the green haired teen. He gave Izuku the creep last time, and today was no exception.

"He freaks me out! Can't you choose someone else?"

"What is wrong?"

"You're seriously asking me that?!"

Midoriya still remembered that day. The boy went to bit the man like he did the others and that weirdo had- he had…! Ugh. No no no. Oh God. He didn't want to recall the incident. It had been so embarrassing.

"He… He is…!"

"Horio is a masochist, yes. I didn't think it would take you that long to realize it."

"Shut up! That's not the problem here-"

"Stop whining and do your task, Pet. The sooner we're done here, the sooner we get home."

Izuku wanted to retort but found the statement to be quite correct. He still didn't want to bit the man. Shigaraki and Kurogiri could mock him for all it was but it wasn't them who had to cope with this guy!

"It will be quick this time," Kurogiri went on, "We will be testing the limits of your Quirk and see if distance affects it or not.

"You will start by biting the subject #23 -one sip will do- and then I'll teleport him with my Quirk. You'll do the same with Horio-kun with the difference that he will walk away by foot."

No sooner said than done, Midoriya proceeded to begin the test with the first subject. He didn't bother to take more than one gulp – the boy dreaded the blood-addict theory which Shigaraki never missed to taunt him with at every opportunity, and he absolutely didn't want to give the man any satisfaction, were he to be right. Immediately after he retreated from the villain's neck Kurogiri pushed the subject through the warp gate and disappeared for half a minute. Apparently the subject's Quirk had not returned despite that he had been teleported at the base of Mount Fuji.

When it was time to bit the second guy, Midoriya began to resist a little. He met the wanton gaze of the redhead who still had to avert his eyes from his shivering body. Midoriya recoiled when he saw a line of saliva in the corner of his mouth and, following the falling trail, noticed the visible bulge in his pants.

"Do I really have to do it? I mean… We already know that distance has no effect so…"

"We do not know if your power can be deflected by something else than Quirks. My portals might have altered yours unwittingly."

"… Please, get someone else." He was ready to beg if he had to.

"I am terribly sorry Midoriya-kun." It was utter bullshit. "But no can do."

"Can't you switch with Shigaraki? He doesn't need his Quirk for five minutes anyway, we could-"

"Are you suggesting that I become a lab rat? I'll kill you."

"Hurry up."

He shook his head.

"You can't make me do that. You saw what happened last time and you still… You still want me to do it?! He's a fucking psycho for heaven's sake!"

"My, and here I was thinking that you were used to psychopathic individuals by now…" Kurogiri mocked, the individual in question not openly mentioned, though it was more than obvious that this innuendo implied a certain blue haired male in the room.

Unperturbed by the hidden sarcasm from the other villain, Shigaraki lifted the corner of his lips. His smirk looked as devilish as ever, even with the face hidden behind the freaking artificial hand stuck over his forehead.

"Are you scared?"

"I'm disgusted."

"I can't see why you would be disgusted by such a natural reaction. You're a guy too, surely you already experienced that kind of-"

"STOP IT," Midoriya interrupted, burning cheeks turning into a reddening color that seemed to amuse the man even more. "I get it. I'll do it, alright?!"

Under the scrutiny of the two (three) villains within the room, Midoriya gulped and advanced towards the prisoner who couldn't wipe the creepy smile off his face. "Y-yes… come closer… closer…!"

Oh God. He was going to vomit. He was now in front of Horio. Feeling that he would hesitate and run away if he didn't act fast, Midoriya wasted no time and dived into the man's neck. It was horrible. Not only the smell -a mix of dust and sweat and bad health- but also the shameless excitement going through his entire being gave the boy the urge to gag.

He was not that strong on top of that, causing his blood to taste as bad as an ordinary tomato juice. They came to the conclusion last week that depending on the target's strength the blood could taste divine or awful, but hopefully it didn't affect the cancellation effects.

"O-Oh yes… yes like this-! Aaah…"

Midoriya quickly backed away in utter revulsion. He could hear the laughter of Shigaraki next to him. Even Kurogiri somehow had a mocking air around him if one would pay attention to his squinted yellow eyes.

"See? It wasn't so bad."

"I hate you," he muttered, earning him another grin.

"Come on boy… come back here. We are not finished… Hurt me please… I need release! Bite me more, more mooore—"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" he cried out at the prisoner, having a hard time channeling his anger.

A blush crept up his cheek. He was grabbed from behind and kept pressed against Shigaraki's front while Kurogiri went to drag the noisy prisoner in his portal. He tried to glare up at the villain restraining him.

"I swear, you bastard. This is the last time I'm doing something like this with that pain-maniac!"

"Or what?"

"Or I…" He frowned, pondering about a solid threat. "I'm going to bit everyone of you when you least expect it." It was a pretty lame threat, he knew. But right now he didn't have anything useful apart from his Quirk- when this one was not restrained by the bastard.

"Really…" Shigaraki looked more amused than worried. The obvious nonchalance angered Midoriya a little bit more. "Considering how you get worked up when it comes to harming someone other than me or Dabi, pardon me if I find it hard to believe."

"I will do anything to get out of here, you know that."

"Tell you what, continue to spout funny things like that and I might get you a new collar on which I will engrave 'Careful, he bites'"

The death glare the boy sent his way was purely devastating. Midoriya was about to retort something extremely scathing before his words were suddenly muffled by a hand pressed against his mouth. He fought with all his might to get away, or to at least manage to scream the most searing slur he could think of, but the fifth finger threatening to brush against his skin like a deadly warning restrained most of his movements.

Shigaraki addressed to Kurogiri, "We're leaving. I'm counting on you to report the result with this one."

Before nodding at the order, the bartender halted as if remembering something.

"All For One wishes to see the boy once the Subject 0 is complete."

"Mmmh. We will have to teach him how to hold his tongue. He might not survive long running that dirty mouth with Sensei around…" He pressed harder onto the struggling lips. Shigaraki grinned suggestively, "I would gladly help you use it properly though-"

A sharp intake of breath was heard throughout the place as Tomura pushed himself away from the brat all of sudden. Taken aback, the man looked down his hand, following the red lines that flew out of two small holes in the meeting area between the inch and index.

He then faced the culprit, whose blazing glare was fixed upon his form. He watched as the boy spat the blood on the floor crudely, then wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"Careful," the grin dripping with blood was full with triumph. "I bite."

No one uttered a sound for what seemed to be one long minute. They were surrounded by a heavy bubble of strained silence where Shigaraki and Kurogiri stood still, both looking at Izuku. To be honest, the boy knew that stunt had been pure foolishness and will certainly not go unpunished, but believe him, Shigaraki knew too well how to drive him mad and test the very little patience had since the beginning.

So, yeah. He will probably regret what was going to happen next.

But he definitely didn't regret the pleasure that coursed through his veins before the stunned look on that bastard's face.

Red lights went all-out in his mind when the other started to react. He made a beeline for him, breaking the distance in a flash. Izuku knew it was time to run when he caught the red, hungry, raging stare fixed on his very soul in a dark promise of retribution. Shit.

He didn't even have the opportunity to reach the huge iron door. He mentally wondered if Kurogiri had sort of hidden telepathic powers because one moment he was about to exit the room and the next thing he knew, he found himself back on the familiar red couch with a solid weight pinning his back. He grunted and tried to sit up, to no avail. Heart beating wildly inside his chest, Midoriya fought like a mad man.

How ironic. He was the vampire supposed to possess great strength and agility, and he could not even take one skinny guy down? One who no longer had his Quirk on top of that, even if it was just for a few minutes!

"Let me go!"

Midoriya gasped as he felt fingers snaking around his neck, lightly choking him despite the metal collar. Seconds later he heard the soft click of the chain being reattached. He did not bother to protest and focused instead on the voice that invaded his ears with a hot, taunting breath.

"I bet you must be absolutely delighted to have temporarily erased my Quirk. Come on, share the fun. What's wrong Pet? Why aren't you gloating?" The laugh echoing next was anything but amused.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"You fucking deserved it," he roared. Without warning, his hips were grabbed and the boy was swiftly turned over, finding himself face to face with the looming villain. He felt his fighting spirit flattened under the dangerous gleaming eyes but kept glaring nonetheless. There was no way he was going to give in his fears now of all time.

"You should learn your place, Pet. I won't always be so forgiving every time you step out of your boundaries."

"You say that as though you're going to leave me unharmed…"

"Oh. I assure you, I'm not."

His smile was back. But this one was not like any of the traditional mocking smile always searching for his weaknesses to further his teasing.

This one had already them all uncovered.

He almost screamed when Tomura's entire hand alighted on the fabric of his shirt, before remembering his Quirk was no longer working at this moment. For one long agonizing minute, the villain paused while looking at the unmoving hand placed on the boy's stomach. Midoriya didn't like the expression displayed in the man's face.

"Are you going to kill me?"

The silence that answered him was by no means reassuring. Then the cold palm vanished from the fabric to appear directly on the warm skin underneath.

"W-What are you—"

"How nostalgic…" The tone kept his cruel hint despite the strange emotion concealed within. "It has been a long time since I could feel all of my fingers at once."

He continued to explore the warm surface, apparently completely hypnotized by his own appendage as if looking at a rare specimen instead of a simple hand.

"Maybe this little incident has its benefit after all."

"What are you talking about?! Remove it!"

"Why? Are you afraid that my Quirk would return and make all of your flesh disappear into nothingness?"

He really wanted to say no. However his reply would've been quickly undermined because every time the hand made a minuscule motion, Izuku recalled the destructiveness of the digits and every part of him went rigid, immensely terrified.

"Oh, I know. Why not make another little experiment you and me?"

"I don't want to!" of course his protest fell on deaf ears.

"You wanted to play, Pet. So let's play."

Midoriya squirmed vigorously under his assailant as the latter grabbed him by the throat. His already constricted breath got stuck in his lungs when he felt the hand make a sudden descent down his pants. He choked the moment his brain registered what was happening. What. The. Hell.

Nonono. He had to be hallucinating. It was true that Shigaraki was unquestionably mad and kind of crazy but surely he was not THAT crazy to the point of doing something so low. Right?

...RIGHT?

Apparently, he was.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

"Make me."

"Are you insane?! You can't- you- THIS IS WRONG!"

He was struggling like his life depended on it. He managed to land some hits but the other did not bulge an inch from his position, except when he reached the zipper and revealed the last piece of fabric underneath. When fingers went past the underwear, Midoriya started to flounder more savagely under him. He fought and clawed and sought to strike all he could, hoping to at least get him to back off just a little bit.

Sadly it was totally useless, as his efforts were not doing anything at all to prevent what the bastard was planning.

He refused to acknowledge it at first, but Midoriya had came to realize the surprising strength the villain possessed despite the slim body barely twice his weight. Shigaraki was strong. That close, his body language implied he was a fighter and was not to be underestimated— the first mistake Midoriya made since the beginning of his captivity. He always thought Shigaraki mostly relied on his men during physical encounters because he was not fit enough to fight.

How wrong he was.

He now was aware of what is was really about. After being nearly dragged like a dog by the man all the time and now trapped under the very psycho despite his best efforts to break free… No, Shigaraki was by no means weak. Quite the contrary.

The man was just terrifically lazy.

"No no no no STOP IT!" Panic overcame Izuku's green eyes.

Never once in his existence he had lived something that embarrassing. Never once he'd have someone invading his carnal intimacy, taking pleasure in seeing him scream and panic like a nutcase.

Yes, he knew what puberty was. Yes, he knew how to use this part of the body and no, he never had the chance to practice that kind of shameful self-satisfaction up this day. But it didn't mean someone else had to do it for him. Especially if this someone else had high degrees of cynicism and was one of the most deranged, dangerous villain of all times.

Everything seemed to go very slowly. It was as though someone put Time on hold.

"Y- you're fucking… insane! P-Pedophile!"

"I'm not a pedophile, " the man replied nonchalantly.

"You're 20 dammit! What do you think it makes yo-"

He was cut off when the grip on the lower part of his body that he refused to look at made a long, delicate wrist motion around his shaft. "STOP IT!"

He tried to pull himself up and met with the painful pressure of the other hand wrapped around the throat. He coughed the little air barely passing through his windpipe while he felt his body stiffening under Shigaraki's ministrations. His body, being here the part he refused to acknowledge at that moment because of the situation's total awkwardness.

"Oh God… No, no- Fuck! This is wrong..."

"Come on, Izu-chan. If you don't hurry your little one here is going to turn to dust…"

"W-what… WHAT."

"I told you, this is an experiment. Or I should say a bet since only you might suffer the consequences." Another tug made him tense and he hardened a little more.

Why was his body reacting so quickly?! He was not excited at all! Only appalled and mad at the bastard for daring to do such a thing to him, and also furious at himself for letting him do it. Shigaraki gave a last leisured twist of his wrist.

"You or my Quirk— let's see which one comes first."

Reveling in the sight of terrified-filled widened eyes, the villain abruptly began to literally pump him with his fist.

"Y-YOU CRAZY…! Ugh!"

"I can't hear you."

Damn body. Damn puberty. Damn Shigaraki and damn everything else. The hand on his throat finally released him, but the boy found no satisfaction as it went down his chest instead, as if to prevent more fight while keeping him pinned on the couch.

"HELP! SOMEONE… H-HELP— nngh…"

"There is no one here, idiot. Do you really want them to barge in there and see you like this?" he asked, tightening his hold around the twitching length.

"J-Just you wait… H-Heroes will- ah, deal with you… o-once and for a-all…!"

"Three minutes, Pet."

Three fucking minutes. Already three minutes had passed and Midoriya was nowhere near finished. Hell, he did not even want to finish this… disgusting business. Another wave of panic coursed through his veins at what the remaining time implied.

He forced his lips shut, keeping the humiliating noises from coming out of his mouth when something started to rouse in his pelvis. Oh fucking hell. All his limbs were trembling and Izuku no longer found the strength to try and push the villain off him. A hot flush ran through him from head to toe. He was sure his face turned a monochromatic red.

"Four."

"Can't you just… ugh- shut up…!?"

He wanted to die. Did he really have a choice here? The only way to prevent Shigaraki's Quirk to cause substantial damage was to comply and go along with his dirty games. No. No way. He wasn't going to-

Not this. He'd rather die than- Oh no. No no no no…

Gritting his teeth, Midoriya reluctantly forced himself to clear his mind. Holding a stuttering breath, he tried to channel the abashment flowing inside his brain and let go of all the stiffness keeping the teen from enjoying the moment. He still did find it repulsive and immoral of course. But imagining taking pleasure while disregarding Shigaraki's presence was a lot more gratifying.

And he didn't want thatpart to be disintegrated, thank you very much.

"Ahh… Shit!"

"Five."

He wasn't listening at all. Midoriya solely focused on everything that was making his mind and body oversensitive, starting by the wetness coming out of his shameful erection, and then the same fluids that covered a large part of the hand never once stopping its motions. He could perceive the repugnant, yet arousing sounds that nearly took Izuku over the edge.

Something stirred inside him at the same time he sense a strange aura emanating from the villain's fingers. It was almost imperceptible but the feeling was definitely there. Vibrating. Coming back to life.

Shigaraki's Quirk.

Midoriya didn't know what caused him to lose control. Be it the lethal threat of the physical contact or the sudden stop of the hand whose thumb started to draw circle on the head, or maybe even both combined. But no more than one long moan later, Izuku tensed and began to convulse in the merciless grip of the blue haired villain while a blur filled his sight and submerged the boy into a white imaginary fog.

"Aah… Shit…!"

Immediately after, Shigaraki withdrew from the teen, the latter still catching his breath while slowly coming back to reality. He brought his hand in front of him paying no mind to the creamy seed streaming down the palm. Midoriya's seed.

He too felt the buzzing sensation within his flesh like a sleeping storm waiting for something to trigger it so that it could freely wreak havoc. He placed it on top of the couch, observing the red material disintegrate in a flash. It was the first time since the appearance of his destructive Quirk that Shigaraki found its effects to be fascinating. It has only been a few minutes without his power, and yet getting it back has never been more exhilarating.

One more second and that small pile of dust could have been the boy's…

He suppressed a chuckle. The brat has been incredibly lucky.

His musing were interrupted by a sharp blow in the abdomen provided by the brat in question, apparently having regained some senses during his short period of distraction. The poor state Izuku was in rose an evil feeling in his mind as well as somewhere else. Red all over the face, sweating and panting desperately, eyes sparking with cold rage although one could catch the post-orgasmic haze slightly clouding his visions.

For an ignorant virgin boy the brat knew how to be illegally desirable.

Really, he could've kept going all day if he wanted to.

"Are you fucking insane?!"

Ah. He already missed the inaudible moans that were coming out of this naughty mouth just a moment ago.

"Don't be angry, Pet. As you can see you're going to remain in one piece after all."

"That was the most horrendous, dumbest idea I've ever known-" he stopped for a moment to regain a bit of air, then went on, "There's definitely something wrong with you head. What you did is called RAPE you know?! Pedophile! Pervert! I can't believe you just—"

The smirk on Shigaraki's face sent violent shivers up his spine.

"You can't say that after coming in my hand," And as if to prove his point, he raised the offending palm still stained with creamy white trails.

Midoriya sputtered, bright red. "Y-You…! I didn't- I had no choice you bastard! Don't even think for a second that— NO! Stay. Away," he snapped when he saw the man approaching the couch. "Don't ever touch me again, do you understand?!"

God. He felt awful. He still couldn't believe it happened. He won't be able to look at himself in the mirror without remembering the forced-stimulating sensations he experienced at Shigaraki's hand. Literally. He bared his teeth as he caught the sight of the man moving closer despite his previous warnings.

He recoiled back in the couch. "I told you—"

BANG

Izuku's heart skipped a beat when the front door came crashing against the wall as it was brutally opened. "Tadaimaaaa~"

Another shadow passed the nearly-demolished door behind the first one.

"Oï, don't destroy the furniture or Kurogiri will have your head."

"No he won't, I'm his favorite."

"Says who? I can't imagine this guy liking anything that is not his precious bar."

Two familiar villains entered the place. The teen made out the blond macaroon haircut of the female silhouette first before he recognized the purple scarred skin of the second person he wanted the see the last today. They both stopped when they finally figured there were not alone. They firstly saw Shigaraki, looking murderous as he was glaring in their direction and then Midoriya, whose disheveled clothes along with face blushing like a depraved virgin automatically sent an electric choc into their veins.

Unfortunately Dabi sobered up pretty fast. He guessed right away what might have occurred here, given the amused look he assigned in the teen's direction.

"Are we perhaps interrupting?"

"Yes," Tomura replied at the same time Midoriya yelled "NO!"

Izuku snarled at the blue haired man.

"Care if I join too?" This time Dabi received two sharp rejections.

"Izu-kuuuuun!"

Too busy throwing glares at the maniac duo he didn't see the girl until he was brutally crushed into a mortal embrace. What was up with the villains and their goddamn habit of being so touchy with people? He reflected on what was the most embarrassing thing about it: his face pressed in her suffocating breasts, or the faint traces of white stains still visible near the bottom of his tee shirt that she (or everyone else) could not have missed.

"L-Let go."

"I leave you for only two hours and you still manage to be harassed by our boss!"

He choke on his own saliva.

"I… I didn't…! It's not…!"

Oh fuck he wanted to die so badly, he wondered why he was still here instead of trying to bang his head till he couldn't think of anything anymore. Or, in this case, till he could no longer breathe of course.

"Did you bring what I asked for?"

She finally released the boy from her deadly hug, attention now on Shigaraki who took a seat on the bar stool. She brought out the bag she was holding since her devastating entrance earlier, her smile radiating satisfaction.

"Yup. We've got everything you need! Well, or rather everything Izu-kun needs."

"What about me?" the teen asked, sincerely surprised they thought he would need anything.

Toga skipped towards Izuku, holding the bag to him. "We went to Koma's orphanage to retrieve some of your stuff and-"

"WHAT?!" he snatched the item, panic filling his expression. "What did you do?! Is everyone safe?"

"Relax Kitten. We didn't met one of your little friends," Dabi chuckled.

Not reassured by the news, he opened the bag and discovered what he had least expected. He took out a notebook which he recognized immediately. His easily readable handwriting on the cover made his heart race with sudden excitement.

"These are my…" He looked up to Shigaraki. "Why?"

Underneath the hand covering his face, he saw the man's gaze adopt a bored expression. He waved a hand in the air leisurely. "You asked for this a while ago. I was merely curious about that little hobby of yours so I decided to grant your wish for once. Enjoy it while you can brat, because it will probably be the only present you will get from now on."

Now that was really suspicious.

"...Why?"

"If what you said is true, then your analytical skills could be useful to us in the future. You can continue to write down the information you've retained about Quirks."

And here was the catch. He managed to keep back a snort, huffing instead.

"I hope you don't think I'm going to comply and deliver you whatever information you want?"

"And I hope you don't think you have a choice in the matter, Pet."

"… Okay, that's it. Here." He gave the bag back to Toga who seemed a bit surprised. "Take it back, I don't want them anymore."

She blinked once, and then coming out of her shock, pretended to pout.

"Hey! I'm not Izu-chan's letter carrier."

"Yeah, like I'm going to get ride of valuable data."

"Go to hell, I'm not going to take part in your precious league so leave me out of your nasty business, thanks."

Before Shigaraki had the opportunity to shoot back, Dabi took something out of his pocket. He made his way to the middle of the bar before he got to Izuku's couch.

"We thought you would want to take a look as it was addressed to you."

"What is it?" he inquired, narrowing his eyes while watching the other grin.

Dabi stopped in front of the sofa, and a rectangular piece of paper appeared before his face. He recognized the shape of an envelope with his name and a familiar logo drawn on the front. A logo which he thought he would never see again after all these days.

It was a letter from the U.A. academy.

"What are you waiting for? Open it!" the blond girl urged Midoriya with overflowing enthusiast.

So he did, but no less than half a minute after regaining some of his senses. The paper unfolded in his trembling hands. He took a big breath, scanning the black letters but not reading the written phrases. There was not much text to begin with, the letter being mainly intended to congratulate or apologize for the examination results and whether or not they could attend the academy. But soon after, Midoriya came across the decisive paragraph almost involuntary.

Dear Midoriya-san, following your very satisfactory results for the U.A. General Courses section, we are pleased to welcome you to our academy as of the beginning of this April's school year.

From that moment on, everything became more or less chaotic in his head. It was too much. All his emotions of the day all grouped together in an explosion of fireworks made all of his nerve cells go off at once. So he did the one thing that anyone in his situation would have done.

He gently put the letter on the table.

And fainted.