The beginning of this and towards the end there is reference to the assault. Again, nothing serious but it does touch base on how a survivor feels. I am tentatively writing this as someone who has some experience, if you are in a bad head space or things like this will trigger you - please do not read. I will be trying to post as much as I can, between work and cancer treatment I don't usually have a lot of time. I will write up as much as I can NOW so that you have some things, no real posting schedule yet.

Right now I'm thinking it'll be about 5 chapters, not entirely sure yet. Vote is still open on who she ends up with, Shinsou or Kirishima.

Take care!

Hina lays curled up on her living room rug, pain pulsing slowly through her body. Consciousness teasing her back into the land of the living. When she swallows, pain courses sharply through her throat. Bruises litter her naked body, sobbing she curls tighter into a ball and brings her knees to her chest.

She doesn't remember much from last night. Only that she had gotten home from coffee with Shinsou and then her memory gets fuzzy. She knows that Daisuke was in her apartment. She had been locked in with him. Vague memories of hands clamping down on her throat, holding her to the floor until she began to lose consciousness. The rest is blank, but based on the pain pulsing through her she can figure out what happened.

Slowly sitting up cautiously, she finds her pants settled around her ankles, shirt torn and bra thrown to the side. Another sob pulls from her, a pained keening ripping from her throat. She finds her phone, the charge nearly gone. There are six messages from Mei and three from Shinsou. One from an unknown number. She decides on dealing with Mei first.

Mad_Scientist

Yesterday 7:40pm: I see Red Riot got his equipment. Thanks for helping! Working on a new baby.

7:40pm:

7:41pm: SEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!

Mad_Scientist

Today 6:42am: Where are you? Normally you'd be here.

Mad_Scientist

Today 7:30am: Hina-chan? Are you okay? Where are you? We have babies to make!

Mad_Scientist

Today 8:30am: Seriously...where are you? Are you okay?

Mad_Scientist

Today 9am: I'm assuming you aren't coming in. Daisuke isn't here either.

Mad_Scientist

Now 10am: Please just let me know you are okay.

With shaky hands, Hina taps out a quick response.

Literal_Sunshine

10:01am: I won't be in. I'm really sorry Mei-Chan. Something came up.

She quickly clicks on Shinsou's. There is a picture of his cat, a picture of a stray he found on patrol. And the third is a message that sends a spike of terror through her.

Coffee_Is_God

9:58am: Mei texted, said you haven't been answering. I'm coming over.

A loud knock followed by silence. The deep baritone of Shinsou calling her name follows.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

"Hina! Open up." She can't get herself to respond verbally. Her throat won't allow anything other than a croak. She attempts to stand and finds the pain from her lower half knocks her back on her ass. Something sticky rubbing between her thighs. A sob pulls from her chest.

Time seems to lapse. She hears but does not acknowledge the crash of the door being kicked in. Suddenly Shinsou is in front of her, gentle hands cupping her cheeks as he pulls the blanket from her sofa and wraps it around her. Murmuring soft words she doesn't bother to make out. Distantly she hears sirens. Time lapses again and she finds herself laying on a bed in the hospital, dressed in a paper gown and curled up. Deep aches fill her bones and burn in her muscles.

"I wasn't there when she needed me. I knew something was wrong last night."

"You can't beat yourself up about this, it's illogical." The quiet voice is familiar. Blinking tiredly, time seems weirdly distorted as Hina watches the tall homeless looking man with long black hair. Shinsou is sitting in the chair across the room, he rubs his hands over his face and looks up. Purple locking on her brown and gold. He stands and then next thing she knows a hand is reaching for her. For a moment all she sees is darkness and another hand reaching for her, squeezing her throat. She flinches and a croaky cry escapes her throat. Time speeds back up and Shinsou is crouching by the foot of her bed.

"I'm sorry Hina. It's me, Hitsohi. I won't touch you, but I need you to breath. In four, out four." She struggles to latch onto his voice, pain stabbing through her hands as her nails dig in. Hina struggles to slowly get her breathing back under control and looks up to find both tired men watching her. Staying back and giving her room. She recognizes the man now, Eraser Head. Shinsou talks about him, his former sensei at UA as well as his adoptive father.

"I'm sorry." She chokes, rasping. Eraser's eyes narrow and Shinsou shakes his head.

"you don't apologize. Not for this." Hina reaches out a shaking hand to his and Hitoshi takes it. His thumb gently stroking back and forth along her knuckles.

"what happened?" She rasps, eyes focused determinedly on the glass windows and away from them.

"You don't remember?" Eraser Head asks calmly. Voice distinctly soft in a way she's never heard. Almost like he's talking to a spooked animal. Hina shakes her head.

"I remember getting home...I remember...h-him...i-in...in...m-my...he was in my...my..." She breaks.

Shinsou rubs his hands tiredly down his face. At twenty-four he's seen awful things as an underground hero and from the war with Shigaraki. But this...finding his best friend (outside of Kaminari) like that. Obviously having gone through a traumatic experience and dissociating for over four hours. He's thankful Mei found his number from the request logs and texted him. Thankful for his adoptive father's steadying presence. All he wants is to tear that bastard limb from limb. Daisuke would pay for this, for what he'd done to Hina. Oh Kami...Hina.

His heart broke as he watched her. She is unconscious now, the nurses having given her a strong drug to knock her out. He sits there in silence, his pops at UA teaching while his dad works on tracking down Daisuke. Hitoshi gently pets her hair out of her face. She'll be going home today with him, to his apartment for now. He wants to keep an eye on her, keep her safe. He looks back at her.

"This is my new apartment. You can stay as long as you want to." Hina listens quietly as Hitoshi sets her bags on the floor of his guest room. It's a three bedroom two bath apartment. It's conveniently located close to the support company she lives by. When she looks out the window of the guest room she can see the tall towers in the distance, one of which she recognizes. She'd been there once, when she first met Shinso's friends. She'd been talking to him for a good month and went with him to Dynamight's hero agency. He'd slunk off to get Kaminari, from what he'd said. She'd gotten bored and decided to wonder...subsequently getting herself lost. That's when she'd first met Red Riot. He'd been just as friendly then as he was the day she'd helped him get his support gear from the vault.

She smiled faintly and notes that the blinds are pushed all the way up so that they stay open. The light at night is the only thing she's found that keeps the nightmares away. The hospital was a nightmare with that, but thankfully Hitoshi is observant. He'd started leaving the blinds open so that the light from the city filtered in, keeping the shadows at bay.

She turns from the window, looking up at Hitoshi. His brows are furrowed and lips in that straight line again. Tilting his head, he pulls his right hand from his pocket and holds his arm out in an invitation. Hina quickly walks over and snuggles into his side for a hug.

"Thank you for having me...thank you for-" Hina doesn't get to finish. Warm lips rest against her forehead, Hitoshi's five o'clock shadow tickling her. Both of his powerful arms are wrapped around her, holding her so tight it almost hurts. So tight she feels whole, if only for a moment.

"Don't thank me Hina. Not for this." His voice sounds rough and she attempts to look up at him, but she can't from how tight he has her. After a moment, his grip relaxes and he presses another kiss to her temple. "Go ahead and relax, I'll order from that curry place you like." And then he's gone. She sniffles slightly and smiles, vision blurring as a tear falls. Hitoshi never once made her feel like it, but she feels disgusting, broken, and damaged anyways. Deciding on a shower she grabs her towel and goes into one of the bathrooms. A towel, one of Hitoshi's is hanging up, it's a deep charcoal and she finds herself smiling slightly. Her lips trembling as she hangs her blue one beside it.

Getting undressed she looks in the mirror, the bruises are all but gone thanks to one of the doctors with a healing quirk that speeds up the healing process by fifty percent. Hina's eyes linger on the green and yellow bruises that cover her hips and biceps, her thighs. Her eyes slide up to her throat where the hand print still rests. She can somewhat talk now, it still hurts and the rasping is horrendous. But she can sort of speak. Tears fall slowly as she looks in disgust at the damage, she's damaged goods. Bottom lip trembling, she turns the shower as hot as it'll go and steps in. Scrubbing herself raw until she's pink and the heat hurts.

She sobs and continues scrubbing, her nails raking along her skin. Suddenly long fingers are gently closing over her wrists, stopping her. One hand cradles both of hers easily, the other turns off the shower. The blue fabric of the towel is pulled around her and she's lifted bodily from the tub.

"Shhhh it's ok Hina. I'm here." Hitoshi murmurs into her ear. Dressing her like a child in a too big shirt and basketball shorts. She realizes belatedly she didn't bring a change in. Her hands are buried into his shirt, her face in the crook of his neck as he lifts her and takes her to the living room. She tenses, a choked noise escaping her. He hesitates and settles her gently on the sofa before exiting the room. Hina misses the clenched jaw and shaking hands, she misses the way Hitoshi's eyes mist over. He simply comes back into the room with a warm blanket and wraps her in it. He settles on the sofa, pulling her between his knees with her back to his chest.

"You are not disgusting. It is not your fault. You did nothing wrong." He whispers over and over in her ear. The mantra is whispered into the shell of her ear, gentle hands ghosting over her shoulders as she falls into an uneasy sleep against her best friend's chest.