Chaoticbitch033
Notes:
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
-Non-consensual touching of a minor (not sexual, but suggestive)
-Violent themes
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
It was only a matter of time until Aizawa's first… examination. Izuku knew this. He knew that Eraserhead would be taken away, and reappear sometime later, possibly scarred, whether physically or mentally. This was expected.
What wasn't expected, however, was one of the Doctor's henchmen barging into Izuku's cell ten minutes after taking Eraser. No, this was not what Izuku had anticipated. The man, easily clearing 6'4 and 200lbs, was composed mainly of muscle. His hulking figure was covered in tattoos, from his head (yes, his head; the bald dome was inked out as well) to his knuckles. What stood out the most to Izuku upon seeing the man in his cell was his eye: rapidly swelling shut and bright red, it was certainly a picture. If Izuku wasn't so scared for his and Aizawa's safety, he would have laughed.
Izuku was quickly pulled out of his musings when the man grabbed his arm roughly, (he didn't squeak, he swears) dragging him up to the Doctor's office. Izuku didn't attempt to question why he was being taken, as all previous attempts at conversation only added to Izuku's growing collection of bruises. Upon reaching the office's door, yelling could be heard on the other side. The guard unceremoniously yanked the door open, still gripping Izuku's arm tight enough to leave a mark, and stepped inside the room.
Honestly, Izuku couldn't believe what he was seeing. Eraserhead was in the far-left corner of the room, a metal pipe in hand (had he ripped that from the ceiling?? COOL!), wild eyes dark and threatening as he stood in a fighting position. The Doctor, closer to the observation table and between Eraser and the door, had blood dripping from the side of his head. His surgical mask and goggles were gone, abandoned sometime during the exchange. He held a scalpel, looking a mixture of angry and… scared. Izuku had never seen the Doctor scared. It was both encouraging and unsettling. To the left of the Doctor stood two other guards, both as beefy and hulking as the one currently holding Izuku.
As their entrance was made known, Eraserhead's eyes flicked upwards, widening in fear upon seeing Izuku. Seeing such fright in his hero's eyes made Izuku's stomach drop. The Doctor looked away from Eraserhead to Izuku, his expression of anger morphing into that of twisted joy.
Faster than Izuku could keep track of, Eraserhead burst into action, slamming the pipe into guard #1's head (Izuku didn't know their names, sue him) while simultaneously kicking his leg out to sweep guard #2's feet from the floor. They both fell to the ground, bodies slamming to the tile. Eraser began moving toward Izuku, teeth gritted in determination and hair flying behind him, but the Doctor was quicker. Yanking Izuku out of guard #3's grip, the Doctor moved Izuku in front of him, pressing him to his chest uncomfortably close, so close that Izuku could feel the Doctor's breath against his hair. One arm was wrapped around Izuku's torso, and the other, still holding the scalpel, was pressed against Izuku's throat. Eraserhead stopped, eyes burning with fury as he took in the Doctor's current position.
The room became very quiet.
Izuku hadn't known why he had been brought to the Doctor's office when it was supposed to be Eraserhead's examination. He knew why now. And he really, really wished to be anywhere other than held against the Doctor's chest with a scalpel pressed firmly against his throat; not enough to make him bleed, but enough to feel the cold blade move with every breath he took. He could feel the Doctor inhale, preparing to speak.
"Now I do believe it's time to calm down, Eraserhead. We wouldn't want this precious boy (with these words, the Doctor tilted Izuku's head up so his throat was fully exposed. The blade, now slanted slightly, wobbled against Izuku's Adam's apple) getting hurt."
Izuku couldn't help his shaking. The pit of dread and fear in his chest only grew as his desperate search for a way out of the situation came up with no solutions. Even though Eraserhead was only a few feet in front of him, Izuku couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with the man.
The three figures (two of the bodyguards were now standing outside the office's door in case Eraser made another break for it. The one hit by Eraser's pipe had been dragged into the hall by the other two) stood in silence for what seemed like eternity, no one daring to move. Eraserhead stood his ground, still brandishing the pipe, still glaring at the doctor (albeit now paying very close attention to the blade pressed to his kid's…to Izuku's neck).
"Drop the pipe," the Doctor spoke again, any previous air of nonchalance gone and replaced with clear impatience and disdain.
Eraserhead looked from Izuku to his captor, his stance shifting slightly, as he weighed his options. If he could throw the pipe to the side and ambush the Doctor while he was distracted, maybe he could get Izuku out unscathed, but that damn bastard had the kid so close it was nearly impossible-
Aizawa's scheming was cut short by the Doctor.
"I don't think you realize the situation you're in, Eraserhead. I said," the Doctor put more pressure on the tip of the scalpel, cold metal now cutting into Izuku's skin, eliciting a sound of discomfort from the small boy. Scarlet drops of blood slowly began their journey down Izuku's neck as the man continued, "Drop. The. Pipe."
Eraserhead let the pipe fall to the floor with a clatter, raising both his hands up with his palms facing out, painfully similar to how Izuku had first met the underground hero.
"Let the kid go," Aizawa all but growled out, eyes still locked onto the scalpel digging into Izuku's throat. He didn't allow himself to look at the kid yet; he didn't think he could bear to see the fear, the pain in his expression, pain and fear that he had caused, that he had roped a child into.
The Doctor didn't let Izuku go, much to Eraserhead's indignation. Instead, his hold on Izuku tightened. He slowly leaned down so that his chin rested on Izuku's shoulder, his cheek touching Izuku's face. Izuku didn't think he had ever been this close to another person before; their position was oddly intimate in the worst ways possible. Izuku had to grit his teeth to stop himself from shoving the Doctor away, scalpel or no. Disgust and embarrassment burned a hole in his stomach, and his throat stung as he fought the bile forcing its way into his mouth. Tears sprung to the corners of his eyes, unwanted, and his shaking worsened.
The Doctor noticed Izuku's increasing discomfort, and smiled his twisted, ugly smile, eyes locked on Eraserhead before slowly, gradually, turning his head to look toward Izuku, chin still propped on his shoulder. His hot, smelly breath invaded Izuku's senses and the urge to vomit increased tenfold.
"It would be such a shame if something bad happened to such a bright young boy, wouldn't you say, Eraserhead?" The Doctor faked a tone of innocence, still grinning horribly, eyes boring their way into Izuku's cheek.
This time, Eraserhead audibly growled.
"Let him the fuck go." Aizawa could feel his blood burning. Every inch of his body screamed at him to beat that perverted bastard until he was unrecognizable, and the only thing stopping him was the scalpel, now stained red, pressed against Izuku's throat. His poor kid was crying now, the tears streaming slowly down his throat as he audibly suppressed a sob.
"I want you to pick up the syringe on the counter to your left, the one with the green liquid in it." The Doctor, choosing to ignore Eraserhead's demand, drawled out. Eraserhead hesitated, but the Doctor's patience was wearing thinner by the second. His dark eyes made their way to meet Aizawa's, while his free hand reached up, painfully slow, to gently stroke Izuku's cheek. The gesture was met with a flinch, and the hitching of Izuku's breath was so unbearably loud in the quiet room. The Doctor's smile only grew, eyes alight in sick enjoyment, still locked onto Eraserhead's gaze.
Aizawa grit his teeth so hard he could almost hear his teeth crack under the pressure, clenched his fists so hard he drew blood. Swallowing his rage, he reached slowly to the syringe on his left, picking it up and waiting for the Doctor's orders. His entire being was engulfed in anger unlike ever before.
"Now… inject yourself with it."
"If you think I'm going to-" Eraserhead was cut off by the Doctor's next motion.
Tilting his head slightly, the Doctor reached out and with one tortuously slow movement, licked the streaming tears off of Izuku's cheek.
Izuku immediately screwed his eyes shut, entire body freezing horribly as a choked sob escaped him. He had never felt so disgusting, so violated before. He could feel the Doctor's saliva on his cheek, feel the room's air cold against the liquid; just the thought ushered another wave of tears.
The Doctor chuckled quietly against Izuku's cheek, once again moving his gaze leisurely to meet Eraserhead's. He licked his lips provokingly, baring his teeth in the process.
"I don't recall asking, hero."
The Doctor's tone was laced with amusement, a smile still distorting his features, sick and twisted. His eyes shone with pleasure, and his fingers had never stopped caressing Izuku's face.
Aizawa was horrified, appalled, repulsed -HOW FUCKING DARE HE- no, no, he didn't have time for that. His kid was suffering. Taking deep breaths to stop himself from endangering his kid further, Aizawa shoved his sleeve upwards, positioning the syringe's needle in the crook of his elbow. He looked up, this time at Izuku. The boy's eyes were filled with tears, swimming with fear and shame and disgust and so many other emotions that made Aizawa's heart hurt. Aizawa nodded and twitched the corners of his lips up slightly at his kid, in what he hoped was more of a reassuring gesture than the grimace it felt like, before injecting the unknown liquid into his arm. The room was deathly quiet in the moment that passed, before Aizawa's body crumpled to the floor.
Immediately, the Doctor retracted the scalpel from its place against Izuku's neck, standing upright and shoving Izuku away with an annoyed sigh. Izuku raced to Aizawa's side, grabbing onto his hero and cradling his head in his arms after quickly checking his pulse (still steady, thank God). Sobbing freely now, Izuku sat on the cold tile floor, Aizawa's body pulled close against him. With a broken voice, interrupted by heaving sobs and mucilaginous sniffles, he cried out for his hero.
"ERASER! God, Aizawa, 'Zawa, p-please 'Zawa be okay I can't do t-this wi-without you p-p-please!"
Distantly he could hear the Doctor say something that sounded like "take them away," but everything was muffled to Izuku. All the adrenaline from that horrible encounter was coursing through his veins and his vision was blurred by his crying. His head was pounding, and his body felt like it was on fire one second and frozen the next. He was shaking so much it was hard to hold on to Aizawa, but he managed. He was only focused on the hero in front of him, trying to make sure the hero, no- 'his hero, 'Zawa,' the boy thought with a sob, 'his 'Zawa,' was still breathing and in a comfortable position. It was no surprise that he failed to notice the pinprick in the back of his neck, soon giving way to a familiar darkness.
Notes:
I've gotta say, this was is my favorite chapter so far. The story is finally starting to pick up :))) This isn't a super long chapter, but there will be more soon. I plan on updating again in a few days, so stay tuned!
(Also, Aizawa referring to Izuku as 'his kid' and then being like... what? No, this isn't my kid. Going from that to: 'If you touch my kid I'll rip your throat out' is my absolute favorite thing)
