I pace the room, it's been roughly 2 days since I've seen anyone. He said that he would train me but I've seen no signs of him. He also said that I wouldn't be able to leave until I could control my strength. He could either mean that I'd remain in here till I teach myself to control my strength and than train me, or train me whilst in here. So far the former seems likely. Twice a day food is warped into the room, the gate disappears too fast for me to catch it. The walls cave when I punch them but than quickly return to their original state.
The first time I'd punched the wall was pure agony, I heard a sickening crunch and collapsed immediately, losing consciousness. When is awoken the next day whatever horrific injury i'd gained was healed.
There is also light in the room without a source, it doesn't turn off even when I sleep. I can only assume my prison is controlled by someone with a quirk. Frustration bubbles in my chest as I sit with my arms on my knees. I don't know how much of this I can take.
After some long unknown period of time I take to doing exercise to keep myself from going crazy. I do sit ups until my stomach aches and I can't do anymore. I rest and than I do more. Rest, eat, sleep and exercise. That same routine repeated over and over. Has it been a week? A day? A month? I can't tell anymore.
I wake to find the room altered somewhat. A small addition to the room holds a bar across the ceiling. I'm just tall enough to reach it. It's a pull up bar, I take this as a sign that I'm doing the right thing. If I keep training they'll let me out. The days blur, I find myself more and more able. The bar soon becomes easy, I can pull myself up without strain. I also find myself getting skinnier and more defined.
I sit one morning and try to recall why I came here, where I even am. One memory sticks out the most, a boy with a cruel smile. Anger rushes through me as I recall it. I punch the wall again, fear jolts through me as I wait for the horrible pain and the crunch. As I pull my arm away I moan as pain shoots up my arm. But it's not broken. My inner fear had held me back. Pride rushes through me and I shout with achievement. My voice surprises me. It's been so long since I used it that it comes out raspy and weak. I grimace and sit on the floor panting. I'll be out soon right?
A long period of time passes, I'm reaching my limit with this. I grip my hair, tugging it. The pain keeps me from going insane. My memory is a mess, I can barely recall things I did two second ago let alone my own name. "I need to get out… I need to get out… Need to get out… Let me out… LET ME OUT!" I scream at the top of my lungs, my throat burns as though someone had clawed my vocal chords. Tears spill over my cheeks as I rock backwards and forth. They're going to leave me here to die. I'll die alone in this room. They won't ever let me out… I can… I can end it right now… With my quirk I can-
The door clanks, I jump up as quick as a cat. My body trembles as I stare at the door. A threat? Is someone coming to attack me? A figure steps into the room, he is somewhat familiar. I glare at him with my fists raised,
"You are ready. Deku."
The name sends a jolt through me. Yes… That was my name wasn't it. Deku. I remember now. The cruel boy had called me by that name. I am Deku.