Kacchan has no idea on how long he's been hanging there, but he's exhausted. His arms are so sore that they're starting to go numb, his stomach is growling and his mouth is dry. The fucking villain has left him there, simply hanging, occasionally returning to unleash his Quirk at the blonde to push him even further over the edge.
Kacchan has been fighting, every second since he was put here. First, trying to protect his body, then, trying to protect his mind, but this being actual torture, the boy is starting to fall apart.
He tried swinging himself off the hook, he tried using his Quirk to get the nerd's attention and take him down, but nothing seemed to work. The villain has gotten nerves of steel, possibly due to his own Quirk, and has been ignoring Kacchan's attempts to become free.
Despite the fact that the villainous teen is a sadist, a masochist and a master manipulator enjoying seeing the faces of others curl up in pain, somehow seeing Kacchan's face contort in anger, pain, discomfort and exhaustion has given him less fulfillment than others do.
Deku is standing in the kitchen, preparing his own dinner. He steals a glance over his shoulder where the other boy is hanging, face down, body limp.
Maybe it's about time I let him down, Deku thinks to himself.
He turns back to the stove and continues to stir in the pan in front of him, but his eyes keep drifting back to the blonde hanging there, seemingly defeated. Deku bites down on his own lip. Somehow seeing Kacchan's defeated form is getting to him, more than he likes to acknowledge. After all, it is the boy he looked up to the most nearly his entire life, who was always so strong and never got beaten down…
Without realizing it he's already reaching up and pulling the hook down, gently lifting the blonde boy off who is falling limp into his arms. The green haired boy slips his hands under the unconscious boys' legs and back and lifts him up, carrying him over to the couch where he gently lays him down. He leaves for a second to retrieve some water and when he returns the eyes of the blonde haired boy are slightly opened, trying to glare at the other boy but failing horribly.
Deku kneels down at the blonde's head and slowly lifts it up, placing the glass of water against his lips. Kacchan tries to avert his gaze, not wanting to accept anything from the torturous teen, but his instincts take over and he thirstily gulps the water down so fast that it trickles down his chin. When Deku leaves again to get some food Kacchan slips back into unconsciousness.
When Kacchan wakes up again his throat is still sore from all the screaming he did, trying to catch Deku's attention. He pushes himself up to sit straight, only to fall back down from the immense strain in his arms, when something strikes him as odd. He's able to move his arms freely. He looks at his wrists, but only the chafing wounds from the suspension and the desperate attempts to swing off remain there, being completely unbound for now.
'Fuck,' he growls, immediately regretting the low tone making his throat burn.
'Ah. You're awake,' a familiar voice comes from the other side of the room, quickly pacing over to him. 'Jeez, Kacchan, you scared me there. You hadn't eaten in three days and when I tried to feed you, you fell asleep. I thought you perished from malnutrition.'
'As if,' the angry teen retorted.
Deku sits himself down at the other end of the couch at Kacchan's feet, making Kacchan feel uncomfortable.
He's become a bit more wary of the bipolar teen, not knowing what he's fully capable off and yet, after these agonizing days, having a certain idea of just how twisted he's become. Or has always been.
'Are you hungry?' Deku asks, reaching out for a plate on the dinner table.
Kacchan wants to shake his head but his stomach is growling.
'Here, let me help you. Your arms must hurt quite a bit,' the teen continues as he reaches forward to prop Kacchan up on a pillow. 'Say aah!' the green haired boy says with a mischievous smile as he holds out a spoonful of stir-fry in front of Kacchan's face. Kacchan keeps his lips shut tightly, refusing to budge.
'Really? I thought three days up there would be enough… I can put you back if you want,' Deku says, looking away, pretending to be thinking hard.
The panic is already engulfing Kacchan. Suddenly a switch is flipped and his panic is being manipulated into relief. He knows that the fucking nerd is doing it, but he doesn't have the energy to call him out for it.
'Let's try again,' Deku says as he moves the spoon towards Kacchan's face again who compliantly opens his mouth and chomps down on the food, indeed feeling relieved the pain in his stomach is finally going to subside. The relief is then being manipulated into enjoyment, precisely following Deku's plans to make Kacchan obedient to him. The more Kacchan eats, the happier he becomes, eventually becoming pliable to liking, and in this case, being manipulated into liking Deku.
When Kacchan finished the entire plate he feels satisfied, but also angry at himself for getting himself manipulated.
'I know you don't like it,' Deku says, grabbing Kacchan's arms and pulling him off the couch as he tries to suppress a yelp. 'But it's necessary to get to my goal. You'd understand, right?' He looks expectantly at the blonde haired teen whose eyes scream exhaustion.
'I don't,' he growls.
Deku shakes his head in disappointment. 'And that's exactly why I needed to do this. I'm sorry. If you'd just understood and wanted to help me, I wouldn't have had to do this.' He leans forward and Kacchan shivers at feeling Deku's hot breath against his exposed skin, as Deku grabs his wrist gently and pulls him along.
Kacchan is about to collapse and would just like to lie back down on the couch to sleep this off, but apparently Deku has other plans for him and he doesn't even have an ounce of energy left to oppose him.
The blonde follows the other boy as they are being led to the room Deku usually retreats into, his bedroom. In there he's being led through yet another door, facing a room lined with white tiles, a sink, a toilet and a shower. Deku lets go of Kacchan's hand and goes to turn on the shower.
'I'd hate to say this, but you kinda smell,' he says, grinning, gesturing at the steaming shower.
The shower does seem very tempting to the blonde teen, feeling like rinsing off the exhaustion and all the bodily fluids he accumulated over the past… three days, apparently. He's ready to strip himself off of his shirt when he sees the green haired boy is still lingering in the doorway. Kacchan glares at him.
'Oh. Sorry,' he says, a smug smile on his face as he turns to leave and closes the bathroom door behind him.
Kacchan steps into the hot shower, all his wounds stinging immediately at the touch of the scalding water, but he endures it as he grinds his teeth and washes his body thoroughly. When he gets out he realizes he doesn't have any spare clothes for him to wear, and he isn't really feeling up to wearing his sweaty hero costume.
He wraps the towel around his waist and heads back into the bedroom where Deku is sitting at a desk at the far end of the room, typing frantically onto his keyboard. The blonde walks up behind him and he looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
'You didn't give me any spare clothes,' Kacchan says, feeling a tad embarrassed.
'Oh. I'm sorry,' Deku replies while immediately getting up to grab some from his closet.
Kacchan quickly slips into a pair of boxers, sweatpants and an oversized hoodie while he yawns. Without giving a crap about what Deku thinks he pulls back the covers of the king sized bed placed there and lies down.
'Eh, Kacchan, what are you doing?' Deku exclaims, sounding sincerely surprised, but it's passing over his head as he closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep.