-Shinobu's POV-

It had been just over a week since I had met Aizawa-san and just over two weeks since I had moved in with Hizashi-nii-san. I had stuck to going on patrols at different times every couple of days or so, but other than that, I had desperately avoided going outside of the apartment. Eventually my ability to do so would run out, and I knew that however I just wasn't expecting that time to come today all because of a text from Zashi-nii that had practically sent me into a panic.

Zashi-Nii: Hey, I wasn't able to get the groceries you asked me to. Do you mind going to get them instead? If it's too much, I can just go tomorrow, but we will have to eat takeout tonight.

Even though he asked me if I'd be okay to go, Zashi seemed to think that I would be because before I had left home, he would never have even considered asking me to go shopping by myself. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad he was thinking I was improving on my anxiety, but this time he was mistaken. Yes, I had survived on my own in Okinawa for the past six years, but that was greatly thanks to grocery delivery services. Being in public places and doing things that involved even the tiniest bit of social interaction like checking out at the grocery store or ordering food at a restaurant was still embarrassingly difficult for me.

But I couldn't tell Hizashi-nii this especially not after making a big deal to him and Aizawa-san about me being an adult. If I couldn't do this much, I really would be useless here. I had to do this! For nii-san and to prove a point! "Alright Shinobu, you can do this." I told myself as I got dressed in a simple lavender long-sleeved v neck shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. As I got ready to leave, I slipped on my black combat boots and threw my waist length silver hair into a high ponytail, leaving two sections in the front down to frame my face a bit. And with that, I ventured out into the world.

The entire walk to the grocery store I was chanting to myself silently that I was fine and that the people around me were not an issue. That motivational talk was also mixed with bits of 'you're a hero damnit. You take down villains for a living. You're fine' and 'grown up my ass. You're still fighting off fears that are common for a four year old' that echoed in my head. My internal dialogue was definitely a bit confusing to say the least. I managed to get to the grocery store and buy everything with minimal human interaction and without a panic attack; however, as I was leaving the store, I felt a panic attack coming on.

To prevent the panic attack that I could feel bubbling up, I decided to cancel my own hearing. That allowed me to relax a bit, but I should have known that in a big city like Musutafu that that was a bad idea. As I was passing an alleyway, I felt hands reach out and grab me, covering my mouth to prevent a scream from leaving my lips as I was pulled into the alley and slammed against a wall.

In front of me was a man that had a gun pressed directly to my forehead. Behind him were six more men and in order to hear their demands I uncancelled my hearing, trying to control my panic. I was used to fighting villains, but that was at night, with a weapon and my hero costume.

"Hi there, pretty little thing. I'm gonna need ya to strip down for us. Maybe if yer quiet, we'll let you leave here alive after we're done having fun with ya," the man with the gun to my head sneered with a lecherous smirk.

"And if I refuse?" I asked with my voice quiet and steady despite my panic. I wasn't afraid of these men because of what they wanted to try and do to me. I was more panicked because I didn't want the media to come to me if I took these guys down and called the cops. A sharp pain exploded in my right temple in response as the thug pistol whipped me, knocking me to the ground.

"We'll kill ya and move onto the next unfortunate little slut to walk past here," the man sneered, and the other men all chuckled, "After all, this street is a common path for girls from the nearby junior high and high schools to walk down. And let me say, some of them are quite the lookers too." At that statement, anger exploded from me, and my panic was overshadowed by anger. Kids were a bit of a soft spot for me, or is it a strong spot? Either way, if I was focused on protecting someone, especially children, my anxiety seemed willing to take a backseat.

With that realization, I activated my quirk without a second thought, my eyes turning abyss black as black veins began to crawl down my cheeks as I cancelled all of their hearings and sight. Doing it to seven at a time was a bit of a stretch for me, but I would manage. These men could not escape. I would not let them. With that thought, I ran up to the man with the gun first before he started randomly shooting, deactivating his sense of touch as well as I gripped his wrist to the hand that was holding the gun and squeezed two pressure points in his wrist forcing him to release the gun.

After he was disarmed, I returned his sense of touch as I whipped him across the back of the head with the gun, knocking him unconscious on the ground. I could have used his pressure point on his neck, but with the anger I was feeling at the moment, I didn't trust myself not to hit it too hard and accidentally kill the guy. With that, I released the cancellation on his sight and hearing. By this point, the other six had started swinging randomly. It was annoying and should have been easy to avoid all of them, but they had surrounded me before I cancelled their senses and with me cancelling so many senses at once, I was starting to get a major migraine making it difficult to focus.

"I need to finish this quick or else I am going to end up with a damn aneurysm!" I thought to myself, cursing as I dodged another one of the thugs elbowed him hard in the stomach before doing kicking my leg up into his head, the force knocking him out and quickly deactivated the cancellation I had put on his senses. 2 down. 5 to go. My head pounded relentlessly as I felt blood began to fall slightly from my eyes.

I took two more of the men down by getting behind them and hitting the pressure points on their necks, knocking them out. Now that I wasn't cancelling as many senses and the asshole who was the ringleader had been knocked out, I was able to calm down enough to use pressure points. Also, I was getting weaker physically from fighting the pain in my head, so I was no longer confident of my ability to hit hard enough to efficiently knock them out with pure force. Suddenly, one of the other thugs managed to hit me in the head HARD causing me to lose control of my quirk for a minute as I fell to the ground.

"You stupid bitch! We aren't letting you do that shit again!" one of the thugs yelled, grabbing my arms and holding them behind me and sneering in my ear, "We're gonna make ya pay for that! But first let's have a little fun with ya. Blindfold her boys." With that order, the man bit into my shoulder near the base of my neck causing me to whimper as a blindfold was tied over my eyes. This was not good. If I couldn't see them, I could not use my quirk. Blinking may not affect my quirk, but being blindfolded pretty much made it useless.

I felt a sharp, stinging pain going from where the v in my shirt was to the bottom of my shirt. Suddenly my body felt very exposed, and I cried out in fear and pain as one of the men groped my breasts which were now exposed as they had cut my shirt off. My cries turned to sobs as I felt lustful kisses and bites covering my shoulders and neck as another pair of lips crashed into mine forcing my mouth open and a tongue to enter without my permission.

No! I can't let any other girl go through this! Especially not a little girl! I have to get out of this! With that desperate thought, I made a decision that I hadn't in years. As soon as the man who was assaulting my mouth backed off for a second, I let out a yell, utilizing a quirk that I had sworn off.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, letting out an ultrasonic blast as I felt the hands on me all disappear. Knowing I needed to work fast, I reached up and ripped off the blindfold, eyes wide with rage and panic as I cancelled all three mens sight and hearing. The two men in front of me had been knocked to the ground with their ears bleeding profusely, and once realizing they were unconscious from the sound blast, I turned to attack the remaining thug only to find him holding his head in his hands, crying out in pain. I saw red, and I picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground and raised it to hit him and knock him out. Before I could do so, a gray scarf wrapped around the man and hit his head into the wall, knocking him out. Next thing I know, the gray scarf wrapped around the gun in my hand and took it to the person responsible.

"SHINOBU?!" A familiar and tired low voice yelled, and I looked up seeing a concerned Aizawa as I fell to the ground gripping my head as my quirk deactivated itself. My eyes squeezed shut as I could feel the blood streaming from my eyes and ears. Damn… I massively overused my quirk, but at least… they can't hurt anyone else… I smiled smally to myself as regular tears filled my eyes, mixing with the blood. A hand gripped my chin lightly as my face was pulled up to see Aizawa in civilian clothes minus the weird gray scarf, his hair pulled back into a messy bun. I smiled smally at him despite my panic.

"What happened?" he asked softly as he wiped the blood from my cheeks.

"Th-they attacked me and told me they wanted to-. I didn't know what to do. I was too scared to fight- but they said- targeting young girls- I had to do something- And they almost-" I couldn't get a complete thought out at this point as I found myself panicking as I realized what had almost happened. I felt dirty as I began to hyperventilate.

Before I could get to the point of a full panic attack, I felt something warm wrap around me and pull me up. Aizawa had wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, covering me and had helped me to my feet.

"Can you walk for a couple of blocks?" he asked, his voice softer than I had heard it before. I nodded, my eyes wide as Aizawa put his hand on the small of my back and led me through the alleyway and using less busy streets until we finally reached an apartment complex. Aizawa led me up the stairs to one of the apartments, stopping to unlock the door before motioning for me to go inside. Not having the energy and feeling slightly better being near the dark-haired male, I did as I was told, going inside and taking off my combat boots and stacking them neatly by the door.

I winced as I felt the pain from what was apparently a huge cut I had down my stomach from where one of the thugs had cut open my shirt. My lavender shirt was now stained red with my blood and the blood no doubt of the thugs. The thought made me shake violently until Aizawa knocked me out of my thoughts.

"Do you want to shower?" he asked, "I have some clothes you can wear." I nodded but was confused as he led me to the restroom. He has clothes I can wear? Does he have a girlfriend or something? For some reason, the thought just made me feel even shittier with the whole situation that was going on. I felt violated, but I kept telling myself that I was lucky and that I should just be glad it was me and not some child. Aizawa came back to the restroom with a towel and some clothes, setting them on the counter.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. I smiled ever so slightly at him as I nodded.

"Yes, thank you Aizawa-san," I said, my voice hoarse from how loud I was using my voice quirk earlier. He just nodded before shutting the door. I sighed and took a deep breath before shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on one of the towel racks before slowly and painfully removing my destroyed shirt and bra. Taking a deep breath, I started on the most painful part, trying to remove my pants and underwear with the huge cut on my stomach. Fortunately the cut was deep enough to need stitches, but it definitely hurt like a bitch.

Stepping into the shower and turning the water as hot as I could stand it without scalding my skin, I sighed in relief as the water relaxed my tense and aching muscles as well as washed away the blood that had soaked into my silver hair. Removing my hair tie, I shampooed my hair and scrubbed my body roughly, minus my cut of course, and rinsed myself off before shutting off the water and stepping out into the now steam-filled bathroom. Drying myself off, being especially careful around my stomach, I looked at the clothes Aizawa had given me to wear.

My panties I was wearing earlier weren't dirty so I was able to wear those which spared me some of my embarrassment. Carefully pulling the shirt over my head, I let it fall. It was a black tshirt that was clearly too big for me, but it was very soft and smelled nice. Then, I grabbed the pants which were dark gray sweatpants that I luckily didn't have to tie to tightly which would have hurt with my current injury; however, I did have to roll the legs up a couple of times so I didn't trip over them. I blushed as I realized. These had to be Aizawa's clothes. I quickly threw out that thought and walked out of the bathroom, leaving my silver hair down to dry. Aizawa was sitting on the couch rubbing his temples.

"I- I apologize for the inconvenience, Aizawa-san," I stuttered, starting to feel nervous as I once again thought about what happened to me. Aizawa looked at me as he noticed me starting to shake and patted the seat next to him. I did so, staring at my hands which began to look blurry as tears filled my eyes, my panic began to build up again. I felt a hand on my shoulder causing me to look at Aizawa quickly, causing a couple of the tears to escape as he asked the question I wanted to avoid answering more than anything.

"Yamada-san, what happened?"

Song: Zombie by Bad Wolves