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This story contains rape, sexual abuse, self harm, attempted suicide, drug use, alcohol abuse, torture and many other bad things. There will not be warnings per chapter.

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The rain lashed down on the windscreen of the car, it's windows fogged up by the two people inside it. The car was tucked away behind the university, in a dark corner of a car park where hardly anyone ever went - especially at this time of day. The sun had mostly set and the car was already engulfed in darkness where it sat nestled up close to a building.

It was silent apart from the rain lashing down against the glass and the blonde boy's occasional moans. The blonde had one hand tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His other hand gripped the messy dark green hair of the head in his lap, controlling the pace at which the smaller boy serviced him.

Katsuki leaned his head back against the driver's seat, letting out a moan with his eyes shut. He knew he was getting close. Izuku's jaw had begun to hurt and his back ached from the awkward position he was pinned in. He panted while trying to keep the pace being set by the boy above.

Izuku could feel the hardness in his own pants and the ache that filled his entire body, wanting so badly to feel something pleasurable but knowing he'd get nothing. It was torture, as it always was with Kaachan. But the blonde's scent filled the car, wrapping itself around Izuku, intoxicating him, making him dizzy and helping him to forget the pain.

The hand griping the boy's green hair suddenly got tighter and Izuku's eyes flew wide as Katsuki shoved his head down, forcing himself all the way to the back of Izuku's throat. Izuku gagged, unable to breath or pull away as Katsuki rammed into the back of his throat over and over again. Izuku's eyes began to stream with tears as he tried to free himself by clawing at Katsuki's legs and trying to get a hold of the hand on the back of his head that held him in place.

Izuku's vision started to blur from lack of oxygen just as Katsuki released, so deeply in his throat that it bypassed his mouth completely. The hand gripping the back of his head finally relented and Izuku pulled away quickly throwing himself back into his seat, gasping in air and coughing with his eyes scrunched shut tightly as tears stained his face. He quickly wiped away the tears and saliva before furtively glancing at Kaachan.

Katsuki had already put himself away and done up his pants, now he was glaring daggers at Izuku while griping the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"Get out, damn nerd," Katsuki growled. Izuku's insides turned cold at his words.

"B-but Kaachan... you said y-you'd give me a lift ho..." Izuku trailed off as Katsuki turned to face out of the windscreen with a scowl on his face.

"You're pissing me off, leave before I fucking kill you idiot."

Izuku bit his lower lip, tears springing to his eyes again. No matter how many times Kaachan did this to him, it still hurt. Kaachan had been doing this to him ever since they had started at Tokyo University.

Katsuki and Izuku had been best friends growing up in their hometown, but Katsuki had moved away to Tokyo just before they started elementary school. They had kept in contact but over the years Katsuki had been replying less often.

When Izuku found out Katsuki was applying to Tokyo University Izuku made it his life's mission to get in as well so he could finally be reunited with his childhood best friend. He had succeeded far beyond anyone's expectations, receiving a full scholarship to attend.

However when he told Katsuki he'd be attending the same University as him, all communication stopped. Izuku had been distraught. His childhood best friend seemed to have been completely cut off from him.

But Izuku persevered. Determined to see his friend, he and his mother moved to Tokyo a few days before he started university. Izuku hadn't been able to contact Katsuki and started class with a dark cloud following him everywhere he went.

The first few days at university Izuku had kept a vigilant eye out for Katsuki but everywhere he looked for the blonde boy he couldn't find him. He had nearly given up and was losing hope, thinking he must have decided on a different university after all when he finally heard Katsuki's voice floating across the food hall towards him one afternoon from a large group of people.

Izuku's head snapped up and he'd stumbled to his feet, forgetting about his lunch and running towards Katsuki, sliding to a stop at the groups table, nearly crashing into it. Katsuki and his group had looked up at him, most of them sneering but some looking outright disgusted as they had taken in his appearance.

Izuku had been overly aware of his tatty clothes and backpack as he looked around the table of beautiful and clearly wealthy students. Izuku hadn't been surprised that Kaachan had a group of friends like this though. He had always attracted the rich and beautiful with his looks, skills and brains.

"Kaachan..." he'd said breathlessly staring into the fiery red eyes for the first time in years, his heart pounding. Katsuki's face had been blank at first but slowly twisted into a hate filled sneer of rage which had chilled Izuku to his core. He had stood up so quickly his chair clattered to the floor making Izuku jump and step hurriedly away from the table.

Katsuki had stormed into Izuku's personal space, grabbing his collar and glaring down at him. The students behind Katsuki had started laughing and shouting words of encouragement to Katsuki but Izuku couldn't hear what they had been saying, his entire focus was on Katsuki.

The look of pure loathing on Katsuki's face had made Izuku's blood run cold and he had trembled all over, tears coming to his eyes.

"Deku..." Katsuki growled with a scowl before shoving the green haired boy to the floor. Izuku hit the floor with a loud thud, landing on top of his backpack which split with the force of hitting the ground. The contents of the bag flew everywhere and Katsuki's friends began laughing even more loudly. The entire food hall had gone silent and was watching the display but no one stood to help.

Izuku had begun scrambling around trying to collect up all his belongings while Katsuki picked up his chair before turning his attention back to Izuku.

"Don't talk to me, fucking nerd. Don't look at me, shit, don't even fucking think about me," he said with a dark expression before turning his back on Izuku and closing down the conversation completely.

Izuku had sat in stunned silence for a moment, his shocked expression glued to Katsuki's back. When the sound of laughter had broken through to Izuku he snapped out of his shock and hurried to get all his belongings together before running out of the food hall, tears pouring down his face. Katsuki's friends' laughter ringing in his ears as he ran from the room. Katsuki didn't even glance over his shoulder to see the other boy leave.

That had happened at the start of their first year at Tokyo University, now half way into their second year things had only gotten worse.

Izuku pushed open the car door, shouldering his tatty old repaired backpack. He moved slowly, hoping Katsuki might change his mind.

"Quit testing my patience and get the fuck out nerd, " Katsuki murmured in an almost whisper. Chills ran down Izuku's spine, knowing exactly what Katsuki was capable of when he was truly angry and he jumped out of the car as fast as he could, head first into the pouring rain.

Izuku turned, trembling from the cold and feeling the rain begin to soak him through as he watched Katsuki drive away. He put his hand over his mouth suddenly feeling sick. Turning around he ran to the nearest wall, falling to his knees as he proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach against it.

When the feeling had passed and all he could do was dry heave he fell back onto his feet, panting and wiping at his mouth with his sleeve while trying to calm his breathing. His tears mingled with the rain washing down his face as he sat there with his eyes closed and sobbed silently.

"Did he really taste that bad?" a voice came from the shadows behind him. Izuku bolted to his feet and stumbled away from the spot he'd heard the voice come from, his eyes wide with fear as they slowly adjusted to the darkness.

"Who's there?" Izuku almost whimpered with his backpack clutched to his chest. There was a moment of silence before a man stepped out of the darkness and stared at Izuku.

Izuku's brain felt sluggish, he vaguely recognised him but couldn't place him as he had never made the effort to make friends and tended to keep to himself. He had the most unusual hair, one side red and the other white. 'He is beautiful,' Izuku thought to himself as he stared at the boy, mouth slightly agape. Izuku gulped feeling a dark blush creeping up his face at the realization of what this person had just seen him doing.

The boy held his hand out and gave a relaxed easy smile.

"I'm Shoto Todoroki, nice to meet you."