A whimper echoed in the room as he walked closer and closer. Small sniffs and gasps of air were sucked in rapidly and the closer he reached the body shackled to the concrete; the cries and whimpers intensified as he stopped a foot away. The smell of feces and urine wafted his senses and his lips curled in disgust and delight. His beautiful prize cowered beneath him on their knees, palms on both naked thighs, head down and obediently waiting his instruction. He'd tamed this one so very well. For a moment there, he'd almost lost faith that his beautiful toy would ever become obedient and need to search anew. But after the sixth week, his baby had given in and allowed themselves to finally become submissive. Oh yes, watching them break after fighting so long, so hard... it made his cock instantly twitch and harden at the mere thought of it all.

Sneering he huskily stepped directly in front of the shaking body.

"You know what to do."

Darkest brown eyes, bloodshot and broken, looked up at him with knowing fear. Body weakened and bruised beyond belief struggled to hold themselves up properly. Skin sagging from malnoutrition and dehydration, it gave off a grayish cast. Cuts, lacerations and bruises marred the body variously. Deep purple bruising on the ribcage made him smile. He loved that memory specifically. Thinking about the lovely shades of bruising when he was teaching his baby what to do oh my god. His cock was throbbing now and all he could think about were the cries.

Shaky hands were working the belt loose and what now? Why was it taking so fucking long?

"Hurry the fuck up.."

Hands worked faster, breathing uneasy and rapid. He reveled in all the winces and pain his little toy was in, he need more. His cock sprang free of constraint and before anymore movement, he fisted the overgrown blond hair back with a force to crack their neck and slammed his throbbing cock down the warm, wet throat. The blond gagged, unable to breathe as he violently fucked the choking, sobbing face. Bile spewed from the lips across the face of the accosted and down his balls and legs. He yelped at the sudden shocking sensation of his cock being bitten as his baby gagged.

"You sorry excuse of life, you bit me, you fucking know what happens when you disobey me, don't you?!"

"I'm so sorry sir, please forgive me, I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to! Please don't punish me" His crying baby was sobbing and heaving and still choking and coughing up the bile as they begged and begged. "Please! I promise!"

He knelt down to the dejected quivering body and began to pet the greasy, matted blonde hair.

"Shh shh honey. I know you promise. You always promise and you just keep breaking your promises to me. When will you learn?" The hand stroking hair stopped, grip tightening just at the nape of the neck.

"I'm just not sure you're going to learn.."

The realization of those words registered quickly and the one knowing look of fear that he'd long awaited for was finally granted.

Katsuki

"Bakugo! Todoroki!"

My colleague looks at me expectantly, quiet with a raised brow.

"I didn't fuckin do anything."

"Why don't I believe you?"

I rolled my eyes at his annoyance and the disturbance of the paperwork we were both completing. We had both just come home from an exhausting case and just a two second fucking break would be nice. I sighed getting up and walked to the bosses office, partner in tow. We both sat down without a word knowing we were about to get put onto another case. All eyes were on the dark haired man's also annoyed face. The tired lines under his eyes were shadowed as he pulled two manilla envelopes out and tossed one to each of us and opened his own.

Shouta Aizawa was the best director he and everyone else, had ever known. I was formally accepted into the Bureau after my time with the special forces. I'd had enough of the all consuming darkness and despair that ran it's course. Coming here was a relief and a huge piece of why he was probably still alive. Aizawa helped him recover a lot of the missing pieces he lost along the way. We were relatively close, he was the only person I'd confessed things to, the only one I trusted in the longest time. The man never stopped and seemed to never sleep as well. No matter how long or late he would stay, he was always on top of it the next day. Since being appointed over 15 years ago, this particular branch unit had been very successful in all of its formal investigations.

"I need my best guys to head down to help a local police department with what they now know is a serial murderer. They've requested an entire behavior analysis unit to help determine suspects, but since I have the perfect person here," tired eyes looked at my partner and back to the paper "with the aid of an overly qualified bodyguard." I scoffed at his term to describe my field. I'd had so much training in my military background that I could run circles around every lazy shithead in this building and then some. And he'd been looking directly at me with his next words.

"It's in Musutafu."

Ice felt like it was being poured into my veins and my body went rigid with a coldness I hadn't felt in a while. A dark look must have crossed my face, any emotion left was gone at those words. He knew Musutafu was my home town.

My hands were slow and deliberate as I began sifting through the files and documents held by a large paperclip, avoiding the names of the victim. An unknown sensation akin to unease flowed through him.

What if I know one of them?

"There have been 6 bodies found. All deceased in a relatively similar fashion. There's definitely an MO. The 6th body was found last night. Same cause of death and the victims suffered the same way. They don't know what to do anymore. There has been virtually zero evidence and they have no suspects or leads. I told them I would send my best." the words drawled out slowly but clear and intensely. No room for debates.

Shouto Todoroki, my colleague of 6 years had no expression on his face. He just nodded and slipped the images back into the envelope. His voice was deep, but quiet as he asked questions and I could tell he was interested in the way his eyes were narrowed, gleaming with resolve. This case piqued his interest tenfold knowing that it was too close to home for me. He had a fire that burned deeper than anyone he'd ever met to catch the sick motherfuckers of the world. I personally just enjoyed kicking people's asses. Yes of course I loved my job, but my favorite thing about it was that I did get to literally beat the shit out of people. You know, special forces and all, gotta do what I gotta do to protect the people of my country. And now my own home town.

"Are you going to be able to do this or do I need to find another special forces agent?"

"What kind of ass backwards question is that? You know my answer." I couldn't help but bark out my reply.

Aizawa tossed another clipped envelope and I picked it up before Shouto could. Two plane tickets slid out. Departure for tomorrow at 7:15 am. Fuck, I've barely gotten to sleep since the two of us came back not even 36 hours ago. I know all I've done was paperwork trying to completely finalize the case.

"Great." I muttered.

"I will have Tsukauchi finish things here. Please rest tonight and be on your A game tomorrow. Dismissed."

Thank fuck. I said nothing to Shouto as I gathered my things and left the office building. I spent most of the night reading over the new case. I left nothing unread. They were right, there wasn't much of anything to gain a lead here. Nothing stuck out at him in the pictures. The notes, the reports, there were no witnesses, no sounds, no one acting suspicious. They had nothing but dead bodies, anger, grief and so many questions. As uncomfortable as it made him knowing he would be back home, he needed this. Aizawa somehow knew he needed to do this. He said he'd never go back, but here he was, going back.

The bodies found were all male victims between the age of 22 and 36. No relatable similarities. Being a smaller town, a lot of people had to know who some of the victims were. Even myself, I knew the last victim and when my eyes slid over the name and image of the blond I had gone to school with, an emptiness washed over me. Even though I didn't know him very well, I knew of him. He was two classes under me.

Mashirao Ojiro

The pictures looked nothing like the kid I had gone to school with but also, that was a really long time ago and I hardly paid attention to anyone. I wasn't exactly a people person, I never have been and I never cared to be. But this was something different and thinking about it, I probably really should step aside and let someone else take over because even in this very moment I couldn't help the sudden reel of memories that have haunted me, resurface.