The next morning when Izuku woke up, he was all alone.
Grunting, Izuku rolled around in the soiled sheets, breathing in the fading scent of Shigaraki. God, he already missed the man.
Slowly, Izuku rolled off of the bed and began stretching his sore muscles. He could still taste Shigaraki's cock on his tongue.
Just the mere memory of what had happened last night, had Izuku blushing a bright red. That was his very first time doing anything overly sexual. Him and Shigaraki would always kiss and grope at each other, but they had never actually gone further than that before.
He was happy though. Izuku would gladly give Shigaraki all of his firsts.
Lazily, Izuku staggered towards the mirror and looked himself over. His hair was messy, and it looked like he had just had sex. Izuku's lips were a bright red and they looked stretched out. Slowly, Izuku began tracing his lips with his fingertips.
Shigaraki's cock had been in his mouth just hours ago…
Izuku couldn't help but let out a pleased hum, as he reimagined their night together.
Glancing back into the mirror, Izuku could see light bruises around his hips, where Shigaraki had roughly grabbed at him. Izuku was still wearing the lingerie from last night.
He was wearing the same lacy black bralette and black silk panties. However, the bra he was wearing was covered by Shigaraki's hoodie, the one he had put on when his flashes had started. He was still wearing the grey choker, but his skirt was nowhere to be seen.
Most likely Shigaraki had thrown his skirt halfway across the room, or had disintegrated it, in his rush to get Izuku out of his clothes.
Izuku didn't mind it though. He didn't need to wear a lot of layers of clothes.
Izuku was more than fine just walking around in their bedroom in nothing but panties. Besides, clothing was just another barrier between him and Shigaraki. Wearing little to nothing would get Shigaraki on top of him faster.
It was more convenient.
Humming happily, Izuku slowly started to clean up around their bedroom. Throwing away random bottles and wrappers that were littered across the ground. Shigaraki was always messy, and it seemed that as soon as Izuku had cleaned up his messes, there was something new to be fixed.
He was more than happy to clean up after Shigaraki though. He just wanted the man to be happy, and Izuku was more than willing to offer his services in a number of ways.
Just as Izuku opened a new garbage bag, he heard a loud crash from upstairs. Worriedly, Izuku glanced up at the ceiling, as if it would collapse on him at any second.
That was from the bar…
Suddenly, Izuku heard angry and loud shouts. He couldn't tell what was happening though.
Another loud crash echoed across the base, and Izuku dropped the garbage bag. Quickly, he collapsed down onto the ground and started crawling on all fours.
He should get under the bed. If there was some sort of earthquake or attack happening right now, he needed to be somewhere safe.
A part of him desperately wanted to bolt out of the bedroom and find Shigaraki so he could protect him. However, he knew that in his current state, he would be more of a burden than anything else. What if he started having flashes in the middle of a fight? Izuku would be a major liability.
Slowly, Izuku scurried under the bed and flattened himself out. From under the bed, Izuku had an even more difficult time trying to hear the commotion upstairs in the bar.
Please, oh please, just let it be the League partying and getting a bit too rowdy…
Suddenly, the loud shouts and screams upstairs vanished.
Instead, he heard the sound of someone going down the stairs. They were going down to the living quarters area. That was where their bedroom was!
Izuku had to quickly muffle a squeak of fear, as he heard the bedroom door slowly creak open. He then covered his mouth with his hand, in an attempt to muffle his scared and shaky breathing.
Please go away...please go away...
Loud footsteps echoed across the room, as the man slowly inspected the bedroom. Izuku could see his red flaming hot boots from under the bed.
Endeavour.
Oh god it was Endeavour. Fuck.
In his current state, he'd be no match for Endeavour at all. The hero would annihilate him. Today was supposed to be a happy day. He was supposed to get his medicine today. Instead, the heroes had come busting in and had ruined everything.
Endeavour then stopped.
Izuku could only stare at his boots in fear, as the man stood in place. Did he know he was there?
Oh god please…
Suddenly, the man started moving away, heading back towards the door. Izuku then let out a small sigh of relief into his hands.
However, the bed was then suddenly grabbed and thrown half-way across the room, crashing into the wall with a loud crack.
Izuku felt petrified.
Fearfully, Izuku slowly raised his head up, immediately making eye contact with the Number 2 Hero.
Endeavour then spoke into his wrist, "Found him. He was in one of their bedrooms."
That was when Izuku bolted.
"Hey!" The flaming hero shouted out surprised, as Izuku managed to slip under his arm and race out of the bedroom. He had to find Shigaraki!
Rapidly, Izuku ran up the stairs. He needed to find Shigaraki. He needed to find Shigaraki. He needed to find-
Izuku then yelped, as his leg was grabbed and he was pulled down the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" Endeavour questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion. However, Izuku had no time to waste on him and he instead just kicked the hero in the face with 5% of his power.
That caused the hero to loosen his hold on him enough for Izuku to wiggle away.
He needed to find Shigaraki. He needed to find-
Bursting, through the bar room doors, he was greeted with his worst nightmare. Nobody from the League was there. They were all gone.
The only people there were heroes.
"Deku!"
"Midoriya!"
Izuku flinched as different heroes he didn't know cried out his name.
"Get away from me!" he shouted out, as he powered up his quirk. Izuku knew there was no way he was going to win this fight, but he couldn't just let them kill him now could he.
However, Izuku had forgotten that Endeavour had been right behind him as he had bolted up the stairs. Suddenly, the flame hero had grabbed him and pinned him to the ground, immobilizing him.
"Endeavour! What're you doing to him!" One of the many heroes in the room cried out, Izuku just snarled at them and Endeavour.
"He was resisting rescue. He's clearly not in his right mind right now." Endeavour grunted out, as he pinned the struggling boy to the ground.
The other heroes clearly looked uncomfortable with this, though Izuku had no idea why. He was a well-known villain. Of course, they'd have to fight him!
"You'll never win, the League is already gone by the looks of it, and when they return they'll destroy you!" Izuku growled out, glaring at the fake heroes.
Some of the heroes gasped out in surprise at his declaration, while others just looked at him pitifully.
He didn't understand why though. He was not pitiful! He was Shigaraki's right-hand man, an important member of the League. He was powerful!
"Let's get him to a hospital and then back to UA." Endeavour stated, the other heroes just nodded along with this.
Izuku then yowled out in rage.
However, no matter how much force Izuku hit Endeavour with, the number two hero refused to let him go.
He was then dragged out of the base by force, and thrown into an ambulance.
The entire time he was screaming.
Slowly, Izuku opened his eyes and let out a soft hiss, as he was assaulted by bright lights. He had been staying in Shigaraki's dark bedroom for so long, he had forgotten how bright the outside world was.
Currently Izuku was staying in a hospital, the heroes had taken him there against his will and had chained him to the bed with quirk-cancelling handcuffs.
Apparently some time later today, some of his old UA Teachers would be stopping by to talk to him. He thought their attempts at brainwashing him were weak. He never attended UA and he was not a hero-in-training!
Izuku would never be a hero, not in a million years.
Grunting, Izuku pulled at the restraints tying him to the bed. He hated it here. He had no freedom.
The nurses were always offering him small snacks and treats, but he would never accept their gifts. They were probably laced with poison.
Squinting his eyes, Izuku slowly glanced around the brightly lit room. All the windows were open and all the lights were on. It was impossibly bright. In Shigaraki's room, usually only one light was on at a time, and sometimes the room was only lit by the glow coming from Shigaraki's computer.
He was not used to this kind of brightness at all.
Despite the room being a hospital room, the bedroom was surprisingly comfortable, and the bed was soft and squishy. He hated it.
Shigaraki's mattress back home was hard and lumpy, and the sheets were rough and scratchy against his skin. Everything here felt impossibly smooth and soft against him. Izuku didn't like it.
Suddenly, the door opened and one of his nurses walked in.
"Izuku, your teachers are here to see you now." The nurse exclaimed softly, she had a kind and gentle look in her eyes.
Izuku just grunted at her and looked away.
Three people then entered the room.
Eraserhead, the homeroom teacher of Class-1A and an underground hero.
Midnight, another teacher at UA and a more well-known pro hero than Eraserhead. She prefers to fight melee style.
And then there was...that man.
That man that kept appearing in his flashes. The blonde skeleton looking man. Izuku didn't know his name or even if the man was a pro-hero or not.
However, he didn't like the man's eyes. They looked right through him, as if they could see all of his flaws and insecurities. As if they knew him.
"Hello Midoriya," Erasherhead said evenly, nothing in his voice betraying his thoughts, "we thought we'd stop by and have a friendly chat with you. This is our first time seeing you after all since you got captured by the League of Villains."
Izuku just gritted his teeth at this. The League never captured or hurt him ever. The only ones taking him hostage were the heroes!
"Now let's recap," Erasherhead stated, making eye contact with Izuku, "during our forest training camp retreat, the League of Villains attacked. Originally their main target had been Bakugo Katsuki. However, when the League of Villains grabbed him, you rushed in all by yourself and managed to get him away. However, you ended up getting grabbed by the Villains yourself."
As Erasherhead said all of this, Izuku quietly sat in the hospital bed brimming with rage. So many lies. Did they actually think he was an idiot? That he would fall for something so stupid?!
"Now, we don't know what has happened to you since you've been with the villains. All we do know is that you don't seem to remember ever attending UA or being a hero. It seems that the League has used some sort of quirk, drug, or brainwashing technology, to manipulate your memories and your mind."
"That's not true!" Izuku growled out, fed up with the lies they were trying to feed him, "I've been with the League my entire life. They never kidnapped me and they've never manipulated me!"
The three adults just gave each other a look.
"Midoryia, I have a question for you." Midnight said softly, Izuku turned to her slightly confused. He had never seen the R-Rated Hero with such a soft and sympathetic look in her eyes before. It was strange. Usually, she was all about domination, and was very loud and up in your face.
"The clothes you were wearing when we took you in...it was lingerie wasn't it?" The woman questioned lightly, with a soft and caring gleam in her eyes.
Izuku felt himself flush a bright red, "W-Well...I mean-that doesn't...it has-" Izuku cut himself off, as he felt his blush spread across his body. Why were they asking him about that? Oh god.
"It's okay, Midoriya." Midnight uttered quietly, though Izuku could see in her eyes that she was very angry, "you aren't at fault at all in this situation. The League is entirely to blame. Originally, when you were taken in and rescued, they had planned to have Present Mic here with Eraserhead and Mr. Toshiniro instead of me. However, when they were changing you out of your clothes, and out of that old baggy hoodie, they found that you were wearing lingerie under it. After that, they thought I might be better equipped to talk to you instead of Present Mic."
Wait. Did they...did they think that...that the League had forced him to dress like that? That it was non-consensual?
However, before Izuku could correct her she continued on talking, "When you were staying with the League, Izuku. Did they...did they force you to do anything sexual with them? Anything you didn't like? Like the lingerie."
"N-No!" Izuky stuttered out, flushing a bright red, "They never did anything sexual to me. Nothing that I didn't want."
The blonde skeleton looking man then let out a deep sigh of relief, and the man slumped over in his chair, as if all the tension had left his body.
"Wait." Erasherhead said, his voice hard, "You said they did nothing to you that you didn't want. So, they did do stuff to you. You just wanted it."
As Erasherhead kept talking, the blonde man got stiffer and stiffer with every word that the teacher said. His dark eyes slowly filling up with horror.
"Young Midoriya!" The blonde man shouted out, cutting off Erasherhead, "what did they do to you?! Did they...did anyone of them try to have intercourse with you!"
"Toshiniro!" Both teachers cried out at once, angered and aghast with the blonde man's level of tact.
"N-No!" Izuku cried out, Toshiniro then let out a sigh of relief, "But I wanted Shigaraki to fuck me." Toshiniro then started choking on air.
"Did he?" Midnight questioned softly, as Erasherhead started hitting Toshiniro in the background.
"No, he didn't. My flashes always got in the way. However, I did manage to give him a blowjob once."
Toshiniro screamed out in rage.
Erasherhead then grabbed the blonde man and dragged him out of the hospital room.
"I see…" Midnight stated seriously, her eyes had a murderous glint in them. However, Izuku had a feeling she wasn't mad at him, but at someone else.
"Well, thank you for cooperating with us Midoriya. Sorry about those two boys by the way."
Izuku just nodded his head. He didn't understand why they chose to question him about his sex life. He was a well-known villain afterall, he had been a public threat for years. However, instead of questioning him about his fellow League members or about his criminal exploits, they instead asked him if anyone had hurt him.
He didn't get it.
Suddenly, Erasherhead re-entered the hospital room, the blonde man wasn't with him anymore.
"Now, one last thing." The man said seriously, sitting down in a chair by Izuku's hospital bed, "we need to decide where to put you. The nurses and doctors taking care of you, have both offered different solutions and ideas. Some believe that you should stay at the hospital longer, and be observed by them for a longer period of time. They want to give you more time to recover and re-adjust. However, some believe that it would be more beneficial to let us take you to UA. They think that being in a familiar environment surrounded by friends will help you regain your memories much faster than by simply staying here."
Izuku hated both of those ideas. He didn't want to stay here in this hospital any longer, but he also didn't want to go to UA and be surrounded by heroes. Both choices were atrocious.
"We hope that if we decide to take you back to UA you'll try to behave, problem child." Erasherhead said tiredly, oh if they took him there he was going to cause so many problems for them.
"There are a lot of people who miss you right now, and I know I can't keep your classmates away from you forever." With that, Erasherhead stood up, and began collecting his things.
Midnight then also stood up and gave Izuku a sad tired smile, "you look exhausted, Midoriya. You should get some rest."
The two heroes then left the room, and Izuku was left all alone.
He missed Shigaraki. He missed the League.
Everything was not perfect.