So, this idea came to me as I was at work (Before you ask. I work at a pizza place.) and I decided… why not give it a try? Now, because this is crossposted on both and Ao3 I feel it fit to give some warnings regardless.

Warnings/triggers: Rape (Stated and heavily implied but not shown.) Attempted Suicide. Extortion. PTSD . And Gaslighting.

This is probably one of the darker stories I've written; next to 'Oncoming Storm' that is. Unlike Oncoming Storm this fic isn't a revenge heavy plot so I want to try and be as delicate with this as best as I possibly can and If I do get something wrong I do apologize in advance.

Izumi felt sick.

He seemed so nice. The perfect gentleman for her mother.

Bile rose from her stomach, up her throat, and a little bit poured into her mouth. She forced herself to swallow it down. Fresh hot tears poured down her cheeks and she stopped herself from crying out or sobbing. She feared if she opened her mouth she'd either scream, vomit, or both. Sharp gasps left her mouth in rapid session as she started to shake. Izumi clutched the blanket to her bare chest, though at this point, the fresh bruises up and down her body told her it didn't matter anymore.

"Oh, will you stop that bawling? I hardly hurt you." Her mothers boyfriend, Fujiwara Hinoshi, grunted as he pulled his pants up. Dangling precariously between his lips was a lit cigarette that threatened to fall with his movements.

Fujiwara was a tall man in his mid-fifties. His hair was peppered black and gray as was the stubble on his chin. His eyes were dark blue and void of almost any light. Unlike Izumi, he wasn't exactly strong. Honestly, if Izumi would have known, she would have fought back. But she had no time to prepare and his quirk overtook her.

Much like the Hero killer Stain, Fujiawa had a paralysis quirk. Unlike Stain he didn't need blood. All he needed was touch. 'It wasn't fucking fair.' Izumi thought through her tears. All Fujiwara had to do was grab her wrists and she was sleeping. She couldn't stop him and was forced to…

She gagged loudly and this got Fujiwara's attention. It happened so fast, before she did anything her hair was grabbed and he tugged hard. "You vomit: I'll shove your face in it. Got it?" He snarled, blowing cigarette smoke directly in her face. She couldn't do anything. He was touching her.

The moment he let go she crumpled on her bed with a sob. "..." Izumi gritted her teeth as anger suddenly filled in the pit of her stomach. "You won't get away with this…" she suddenly threatened as she felt a bit braver. She knew his quirk and how it worked.

"Oh, really?" Fujiwara didn't touch her as he simply leaned down. The cigarette was almost completely burnt out now. "Let me guess, you're going to run to your superhero teachers and tell them what I did? How I forced myself on you? Pretended to care for that fatty of a mother you got?"

Izumi growled. "Don't talk about my mom like that-" The slap came harsh across her cheek. Compared to breaking bones and even being punched by All Might it hardly hurt, but it did it's job and shut her up. Suddenly, Fujiwara clapped his hand harshly over her mouth and pulled her up uncomfortably by her cheeks. Her limbs went limp and no matter how much she tried to fight it she was unable to move.

"Now, here's what's gonna happen, Izu. You aren't going to tell your teachers a damn thing, nor are you going to tell your mom, because if you do-" Fujiwara leaned down blowing one last puff of smoke in her face before suddenly putting the cigarette out on her arm. It sizzled out on her skin and it left a red and angry blister in its place and left a lingering pain throbbing behind. "-I'll kill your mom."

'No!'

Fujiwara threw Izumi back, making the back of her head smack into the headboard. Izumi gasped out as she saw stars for a moment. Izumi whimpered as tears started to spill out of her eyes and land on her mattress. "You're a monster…" She wheezed out. "An absolute monster…"

'Would Shigaraki even stoop this low?'

"Oh, and before you even think about 'forgetting' to visit your mom on the weekends, understand this. What I did to you, I can easily do to her."

She wanted to scream. To punch this guy into next week with her quirk, but…

Would her mother understand? Would her mother even believe her? Would… anyone believe her if she were to attack him (seemingly) unprovoked?

She couldn't see Fujiwara behind the wall of tears that built up and flooded down her cheeks. "So, be a good little girl, Izu and make this easy on all of us. Alright?" And with that Fujiwara turned and left the bedroom. Izumi whimpered a low whine and suddenly bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood.

Never before has she ever felt so… helpless. Not even before she got One for all when she was bullied endlessly for being quirkless. She wanted nothing more than to forget it. Falling back on to her bare pillow, she grabbed it and shoved it over her face. 'It never happened!' She wanted to convince herself that it wasn't real. That she was lost in a nightmare and any moment now she'd wake, but the dull ache that throbbed between her legs, the blood that stained the sheets below, and-

She couldn't hold it in anymore. Throwing the covers off of her body she gunned it for the bathroom where she finally threw up.

Visit mom every Friday evening and stay until early Sunday morning.

That's always how it's been since the dorms were added to UA high.

The rape happened Saturday night. It was now extremely early Sunday morning. So early, in fact, that the sun had yet to properly rise. Izumi knew she was hurting her mother by not saying goodbye and having breakfast, but…

'I can't have breakfast… not with him staring me down.'

So, the first thing she did when she got to the dorm was march straight to the baths. There two bathrooms. One for the boys and one for the girls. The bathrooms was equipped with two showers and one tub. Izumi took the tub today.

Filling up with the hottest water that made her feel like she was being boiled alive when she got into the tub. 'I deserve this pain, for being so stupid! So blind! There were warnings and I ignored them!' Her mind screamed at her.

Honestly, when Inko Midoriya told Izumi that she met someone at work and was dating again, Izumi was happy for her mother. It's been years since Hisashi passed on and it was great that her mother was finding love again.

Izumi knew her mother was just preparing for the right moment to introduce the two of them, and eventually, when Inko was sure the relationship was going to last, months later, they met. Looking back, there were signs, small subtle ones that, if Izumi had payed more attention to, might have avoided her rape.

The first thing Fujiawa said to her: "You are an absolutely stunning woman. Strong and smart as well! If you were older I might be going after you." Not. "Hello. Nice to meet you."

'He was afraid he'd accidentally use his quirk on me? Or that I'd somehow know what his quirk was.'

Then came the second red flag just a few weeks prior. He had cornered her in the kitchen. Not maliciously, at least, that's what Izumi thought at the time.

She was making herself some ramen for lunch when he came in and walked up to her. She was between the counter and the stove. With no way out. He stood close, not too close, just… close, and chatted with her. Izumi remembered feeling uncomfortable, but chalked it up to Fujiwara not understanding personal space.

And again, looking back, he kept talking about how beautiful she was. How he was surprised she didn't have a boyfriend…

'How could I be so stupid?' Hindsight was an absolute cunt.

Izumi submerged herself under the water in the tub. Her wild curly hair bounced around her as she tried to just stay there. She wanted to suffocate, to drown in the bathwater. Yeah, it'd be a lame death and All Might would regret ever choosing her as his successor, but at least she wouldn't have to live with the knowledge of what she's been through.

Unfortunately her survival instincts took over and she's forced to the surface. She sucked in a loud deep breath and scowled as she looked at her murky reflection in the water. Fat water droplets fell from her hair and face and made ripples in the water.

'I shouldn't have left so early. What if he hurts mom because of my decision? I sent her a text and left a note before I left…'

The door to the girls bathroom suddenly opened and instantly Izumi pulled the curtain around the tub.

"Oh! Izumi, you're back!" Mina excitedly exclaimed, her voice echoing around the tiled bathroom.

"Y-...yeah. I am." Izumi practically whispered back. "I wanted to leave home early… to bathe."

"In the dorms?"

"Yeah…" She sunk a little lower in the water so it was up to her chin now. The lie comes easily to her. "I left my All Might shampoo behind…"

"Such a fangirl." Mina couldn't help but coo with a small giggle. "Hey, that reminds me-"

Before Izumi knew it the curtain was suddenly pulled back. "Mina!" Izumi gasped out in shock. "You can't just-" She covered her breast with one of her arms and sank herself lower in the tub.

"Oh please, stop acting like we aren't all girls here what you have, I have! Besides, we've seen each other change in the locker rooms all the time!" Mina winked with a playful giggle

'She's right. It's not the first time she or another girl had barged in on me changing or in the tub to ask for something. We usually don't care, but that was before-'

"Can I borrow your body scrub?" Mina asked while pointing to the body scrub that sat on the side of the tub. Izumi wasn't even aware of the fact that she was starting to shake a little.

"The-The… body scrub?" She asked as her heart rate suddenly spiked in fear. She could feel the tears start to prick. Mina's smile started to drop just a little. When it came to emotions Izumi was an open book, unable to hide behind stoic expressions like Mr. Aizawa or Todoroki. So, she knew her look of horror, or pain, was very apparent on her face.

"H-hey, I didn't mean to scare you, Izumi…" Mina relaxed a little. "I'm sorry."

It made Izumi's heart pang with guilt. She hadn't meant to make Mina feel bad or guilty. It wasn't Mina's fault at all. "N-No." Izumi sniffled and fought back her tears and forced herself to smile at Mina. The smile was shaky. Almost a Ricus smile. "It's not your fault. I'm sorry. I had… a rough weekend. Let's leave it at that." She doesn't want to, but Izumi moves her hand away from her breasts and hands Mina the body scrub. "Use as much as you'd like." She keeps the shaky smile up before hiding her breasts once more.

Mina returns the smile. "Thanks…" and with that she quietly returned the curtain to normal and made her leave. A few moments later the shower turns on and Izumi relaxes just a little more and let her hand drop. 'I have to get a hold of myself. If not, then everyone will know something's wrong. That something happened. He said he'd kill mom if I told anyone and… I can't risk it. What if his quirk is something more powerful. What if it's not paralysis but something more akin to Shinsou's quirk? What if he can know that I've told because he's tracking me with mind control-'

"-Midoryia, darling! You're muttering again." Mina suddenly shouted over her shower. Izumi slapped her hand over her mouth in shock.

It didn't take long for Izumi to leave the tub after that. She dried herself off, put on fresh clean clothes from her bag and retreated out of the baths. 'I have to be better about this. Smarter.'

"Hey! Nerd-" Bakugo was in front of her in seconds blocking the way to the elevator with one of his arms. "Lets spar! You and me-"

Izumi didn't even give him a second glance. She couldn't. Honestly, she feared if she looked at him she'd break, crack, and crumble. He's too much. "Not now, Bakugo." Was all she could say as she took long strides and ducked under his arm to entered the elevator.

Sure enough that struck a nerve. "What?!-" he exploded in rage, small explosions leaving the palms of his hands.

Izumi must have jumped ten feet before she constantly and frantically hit the button for her floor. Thankfully, it closed before he could get to it. Still, she could hear him yelling.

"You're just scared I'll beat your ass, right?! Is that it!? You're weak and you know it!"

Up the elevator went, higher and higher, and it wasn't until Bakugo's yells faded into nothingness did Izumi finally allow herself to relax, if only for a few blissful seconds. 'I have to be smart about this. They can't know. Nobody can. Mom's life hangs in the balance… not only that but…What if… they all see me as weak?' Izumi bit her lip. She clenched her fists so tightly that she could feel her nails dig into the calluses on her hands. Izumi felt incredibly undoubtedly stupid for having such a thought.

But it was there regardless.

Women were almost always seen as weaker, quirk or no quirk. Izumi feared that if it got that she was… overpowered and taken advantage of…

'Nobody can know. Nobody.'

I have to say I'm proud! I only asked didn't misspell Izumi as Izuku once and caught it!