Akito Katsumi walked down the hall quietly. He knew the pro hero was out on patrol, but he could never be too careful, after all this is Eraserhead he was talking about, and if that man is anything, he's unpredictable. Slowly and carefully he opened the door to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Sweet, adorable, kind Izuku Aizawa. He was undoubtedly the most perfect person Akito had ever laid eyes on. He was on the smaller side but had a heart so much bigger than himself. He was so incredibly kind, so selfless. Always considering how you felt, always wanting to help in some way. And in Akito's eyes, he was flawless, so lovely, so damn beautiful.
His breath hitched as he laid his eyes on the sleeping form. Izuku looked captivating when he slept, his eyelashes long and graceful. His green curls swept across the forehead, air passing through the lips that Akito so desperately wanted to touch.
He took a step closer, his heart beginning to beat louder in his chest, a part of him wondering if the sweet innocent boy so unknowingly asleep could hear it too, feel it the way Akito wanted him to feel it. Because oh god he wanted Izuku, this child. He was everything he could ever imagine.
Shouta Aizawa and Akito Katsumi were close friends growing up, and when the latter was in trouble, Shouta graciously offered up a spare room in his home that he shared with his son for his friend. And when Akito was introduced to sweet Izuku, his heart immediately felt full. Because this boy, was everything he was missing in his life. He had welcomed Akito into their home with open arms, offered him his spot on the couch, his sympathy, his care. He could see why Eraserhead was so fond of the boy. But oh. Aizawa could never love Izuku the way he did. He could never treat Izuku the way he would. He could never give that angel the love and care he deserved.
Akito pushed himself up onto the bed, no longer caring if the boy awoke. He needed to be closer, he needed to see him, he needed it. Izuku was his, he would always be his, he would never- could never be anyone else's.
He straddled the boy, pushing uncomfortably into the boys hips and stomach, his hands finding their way to Izuku's shirt, pulling it upwards. He gaped at the skin laid out before him. It looked so soft, so supple, so smooth. Everything he had imagined when he fantasised about the boy every night since he had arrived.
A sound of discomfort found himself tearing his eyes away from the boy's chest and stomach, up to his face, an adorably drowsy look on it. He could see the confusion and slight pain pass over the boys face before his eyes fully fluttered open, disorientation and then fear burned bright within them.
Before the kid could even attempt to make a sound he placed a hand over his mouth, shushing him. "Sweetheart, it's okay, it's only me" Akito pushed out as sweetly as he could, his other hand finding both of Izukus, pushing them above his head, fingers interlocking. Akito reveled in the look of terror that plastered itself on Izuku's face, his body beginning to shake, his head shaking back and forth, trying to ask him to stop, to let him go.
"Let me take care of you my love" —
A pit of nausea formed in Izuku's stomach at the words richoating inside his head, echoing over and over again. His body shook with confusion, fear- fear oh god he's so scared . He had been sleeping only a moment ago, woken up to find his dad's friend straddling him, raking his eyes over his body like he was some kind of toy, talking to him as if they were lovers. It made him feel disgusting, violated.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as something cold and wet trailed up his stomach. His eyes widening as Akito brought his face so close he could smell his sour breath.
"You taste delicious"
Izuku shuddered as his quirk flared to life at the words only to be stopped dead by a voice just barely above a whisper.
"You wouldn't dare hurt your dad's dear friend would you?"
Tears pooled in Izuku's eyes as his quirk died out, the face of his father appearing in his head. Aizawa the man who took him in, who gave him a home, who looked at him like he was anything and everything. Aizawa, his father, who meant more to him than anyone else. Just what would he think, would he be angry at him? Would he take Akito's side over his?
A hand cupped his cheek tearing him away from his thoughts, his eyes focusing on bright blue ones not so far away from his. It seemed Akito had some idea of what the boy was thinking, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.
"Aizawa and I go way back, why in the world would he believe a kid he took off the streets over me." The man spoke softly, taking his hand away from the boy's mouth and running his hand along Izuku's waist.
"You're so beautiful, so wonderful, and you're all mine."
Terror bloomed through the kid's chest as the hand traveled lower, his body shaking with tremors, sporadic movements running rapid trying desperately to get away, to curl up into a ball and hide.
"D-dad" He cried out a sob caught in his throat. "I- I want dad, st-stop"
"Your dad isn't here love" Akito said dreamily from above him, his grip on Izuku's wrists tightening.
"Please stop, please I don't want- i dont want this, get off get off GET OFF" The green haired boy screamed thrashing against the restructuring grip, almost paralysing gaze.
A sharp smack sounded throughout the room, his thrashing cut short and followed by a soft whimper. He gazed up at the now rage filled face staring back at him, his shoulders curling in, his mind begging to be anywhere, anywhere but here.
"I'm sorry my love, I didn't want to hurt you." A hand stroked his cheek, pushing away the tears laid barren out to dry. "Just enjoy this, it's okay"
The rage is soon replaced by a soft look, though barely registering in Izuku's mind as his vision shifts in and out of focus. He barely registers the rough hands grabbing his hips, the cool air hitting his legs, the pain that begins to blossom. His mind blocks Akito out- everything out. He turned his focus to the first time he met his father, his hero, Eraserhead. How he had saved him from that roof, from taking his own life. How that man brought him into his arms and just held him. No false reassurances, just pure unadulterated love. Aizawa nurtured him, trained him, helped him through his mothers death, taught him to manage his quirk, taught him how to trust, how to love, and how to be loved.
He gave him everything, he was his hero. And oh god how he wished Aizawa was there now. To hold him in his arms and scare away the fear, the pain, Akito. To tell him everything was going to be okay, to save him from this nightmare.
Before he knew it the door to his room was closing, his eyes shifting between the now empty space above him and the door. Tears sprung to his eyes again as pieces of what had happened while he mentally checked out came back, puzzle pieces unfitting and jamming together on a blank base.
Izuku looked down at himself, his blankes a ruffled mess, himself again fully clothed. His throat ached for water, his limbs begging to be released from their confinement of terror.
But he couldn't move. Phantom hands roamed his body, grabbed at him, touched him, violated him. Whispers of time not long passed echoed in his ears growing louder and louder as he desperately clawed at them to stop, to just stop. Please stop.
He takes a moment to breath and forces himself up from the bed, his legs moving him towards the bathroom. The lock clicks into place as steam fills the room, fogging up the distorted reflection he saw of himself. His eyes red and puffy, his cheek stained red, everything was wrong- wrong, wrong.
He was in the shower then, his mind jumping in and out of focus, his skin turning pink with the heat, his hands scrubbing, scrubbing it off, scrub it off. Fuck, please just get it off. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks blending with the water that cascaded down his shaking frame, himself only barely registering them.
Izuku slowly slid his back down the wall, his knees too weak to stand, a dull buzz resounding in the back of his ears, his vision blurring. It hurt- it hurt. But the pain was so distant, so lost behind the buzzing, the sound of the water, the coolness on his back. He could barely focus on where he was, what had happened, and yet it was all that could be thought about. Ingrained into his brain, his earlier defence mechanism failing him.
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Shouta Aizawa hurried back from patrol, his back aching with each swing of his capture weapon, his body begging for sleep. To see his son, to know he was safe. Logically he was, in fact it was comforting to know that his good friend was there, able to look after his boy, and keep him safe. But it had grown to be a habit for the erasure hero to check on Izuku after patrols. Just to be sure.
As he stepped in the door he registered the sound of the shower running, notably odd for 4 in the morning. His first thought was Akito maybe was up extra early, but he had just showered yesterday had he not? So maybe it was Izuku, he hoped he was okay.
Quickly arriving at the bathroom door his heart broke at the gut wrenching sobs that rang out from the other side, his instincts screaming at him that this was serious, this was so, so much worse then he could have imagined.
"Izuku, kiddo are you alright?" He asked as he knocked, no reply being received. The pit in his stomach grew as he turned the nob, his face blasted by the steam that came pouring out. It was suffocatingly hot, the water must have been scalding.
Aizawa took a deep breath as he stepped further in, this felt wrong to him. He never wanted to invade his boy's privacy, but he had no choice, something was obviously wrong and Izuku wasn't responding. His mind snapped back to reality as another sob sounded in the bathroom. Shouta called out again, still not hearing a single reply.
Slowly he pulled back the shower curtain, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved son. His hands so tightly wound in his hair, his knees drawn up to his chest, his breathing sporadic as he sobbed only harder.
"Izu?" The water now turned off he kneeled down next to the boy, wrapping a towel around his shoulders. Viridian eyes looked up to his own, but not seeing. They looked straight through him, at something that wasn't there. Izuku's mouth opened and closed a few times, no words escaping his lips.
If Aizawa was worried before, that was nothing compared to the concern weighing him down, pushing him through the ground.
"Sh, it's okay bud, It's dad, I'm here." He gently removed his son's hands from his hair and ran a hand through the wet mess of curls, his son instinctively leaning into it, his sobs slowly dissipating.
Aizawa gathered Izuku into his arms, his knees popping as he stood up completely. The boy shivered in his grasp, clinging to him, but still lost. His gaze looked so, so incredibly lost and hurt and afraid and it scared Shouta unimaginably.
Depositing the boy onto his own bed, he carefully dried him off, changing him into a sleep shirt his kid liked to steal from him, boxers, and a pair of shorts. The clothing hung loosely off the kids frame.
"Dad?" A quiet voice gathered his attention as he finished towelling dry the boy's hair, his eyes finding Izukus, now seeing. He looked so small, so fragile in that moment, as if he could shatter at any moment.
"Back with me kiddo?" He asked gently, receiving a small nod. He watched as tears gathered in his son's eyes again. Aizawa pulled him into his lap, his arms curling protectively around him, Izuku's head tucked under his chin.
"It's okay, I'm here now." The hero spoke quietly. "Can you tell me what happened? Did you have a night terror?" He tried to keep the exceeding amount of worry from his voice for the sake of the child in his arms. He knew the kid didn't like pity, didn't like to feel like he was troubling his father, as much as Aizawa had told him he would never be a bother.
"You- You won't believe m- me"
The reply had a sickening feeling churning in his gut, his heart dropping to the bottom of his stomach. "Izuku sweetheart, look at me." He moved the boy away from his chest gently, a hand softly racking through his curls.
As their eyes met he spoke with all the love and care he could muster into his voice "I will always believe you. You have never lied to me kiddo. I promise you, I'll believe you."
The kid looked hesitant, thoughts turning a cog through a machine. Weighing his options, wondering if truly he would be believed. But deep down he knew he would, his hero, his father had always believed him. He had always kept him safe, always been by his side. He trusted Aizawa.
"Akito- he-" He paused, seeing his fathers eyes widen in unconfirmed fears and shock. He continued "He came into- he came into my room and he-" A sob tore through his body as he tucked himself back into his hero's arms.
"Izuku honey-" Aizawa started before he was cut off by the quiet voice of his son.
"I- I didn't want to- I didn't I swear. I promise, I tried to stop him- i tried but i was so scared, it hurt, it hurt, i didn't want to"
Unfiltered rage filled every bit of Aizawa's body as he comforted his son. A man he welcomed into his home, trusted to take care of his son, a man who he thought was a good person, put his hands on Izuku. His hands shook as he came to the realisation that Izuku was most likely pleading for him while vile things were done to him. Bile rose in his throat at the thought of his son wishing his pro hero father would save him, take him away from suffering at the hands of a man his father put faith in.
"Izu it's not your fault, I'm not mad at you I promise. I believe you, and I'm so sorry, that should never have happened. I failed you, I wasn't there to help you and I'm so sorry." He spoke, holding his son ever tighter. And Izuku, that sweet wonderful boy, told him it wasn't his fault for not being there, that he was there now and that's all that mattered. He truly didn't deserve this kid.
But Aizawa knew, if he had been home earlier he could have stopped this from happening, if he had never gone on patrol, if he had never let that monster into his house- Akito was still in his house.
Shouta pulled out his phone quickly, dialling his best friend, Hizashi Yamada. He picked up on the third ring.
"Sho? It's pretty early for a call, what's going on?" The voice hero asked sleepily.
"I need you to get over here. I want that monster out of my house and in detainment." Venom dripped from his voice, shuffling sounded from over the phone.
"Sho what do you mean monster? I'm on my way. Where are you?" Present Mic's voice was now more alert, the sound of a car starting up sounded distant.
"Akito" he felt Izuku tense at the name, his own disgust and betrayal building at it coming out of his mouth. "I'm with Izuku in my room. I won't leave him alone right now, so I need you to remove that creep for me."
A small gasp of understanding was heard from present mic. "I hope you aren't implying what I think you're implying." His voice was low, anger seeping through the cracks at a rapid pace.
"I wish I wasn't" Aizawa answered, and oh god he wished he wasn't. He wished Izuku wasn't crying in his arms, apologising for something that wasn't his fault. He wished he had never let that monster into his home, he wished he didn't have to come home to find his sweet, caring son crying his heart out in the shower, so far away from reality just to attempt to cope. He wished this had never happened.
"I'll be there as soon as I can, I'll contact Nezu and Tsukauchi while I'm at it. Does the creep have a quirk?" Hizashi responded, it was evident that it was taking everything he could muster to keep his cool.
"No, he doesn't, Thanks Zashi" Aizawa responded, running his hand again through his son's hair, rocking them both back and forth slowly.
"Anytime, keep him safe Sho, I'll let myself in." The call ended then, his hand moving to put down his phone, his attention zeroing in on his son once again.
"Hey hey I've got you" He pulled the boy closer to his chest talking of the interesting things that happened on patrol that night. As he spoke the kid's cries began to quiet down, the grip the boy had on his shirt loosening.
"Shouta? Izuku? Is everything alright?" Just as he was beginning to relax, Izuku tensed again as soon as he heard the voice, Shouta cursed silently, holding him tighter in his arms.
Akito stood at the door, confused and concern written on his features, he took a step towards the pair, Izuku's shaking increasing tenfold. Aizawa turned his gaze to him, a quirk flashing on instinct, his glare sharp.
"Don't you dare take another step." The pro hero said slowly, his hand rubbing soft circles on Izuku's back. "I'm here, I won't let him come near you." He then said quietly to the boy before returning his eyes to the offender standing near the door.
"Shouta- What do you mean? Did I do something? Did sweet Izu have a nightmare again?" He feigned ignorance, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Don't call him that. Get the fuck out of my room and away from my son." Aizawa's voice was threatening, a warning call before disaster could only wait to strike.
"I have no idea what's going on, does it have to do with him? Why are you taking his side over mine, I didn't even get to explain myself against whatever the hell he told you I did!" Akito yelled out his fists clenching at his sides.
"I don't need your explanation, I know exactly what happened. What you did" Shouta said through gritted teeth. "You're lucky I don't kill you for coming anywhere near my kid, let alone putting your disgusting hands on him. Now get the out-"
The man near the door cut him of pure anger spreading across his face. "Putting my hands on him?! Is that what he told you? Are you fucking kidding me? That whore of a child came to me begging me to touch him. He practically forced himself on me. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if he begged you too. I bet you love-"
Aizawa flung his capture weapon towards Akito, wrapping it around his mouth. "Now you listen and you better listen real fucking well because I'm only going to say this once."
He watched with small satisfaction as Akito began to shake slightly, presumably in fear. "Izuku is my son, I will always take his side, I promised that right to him when I took him in. He is the most kind, determined and passionate boy I have ever had the pleasure of teaching, and the single best thing that has ever happened to me. And if you ever talk badly about him again, then you better count your fucking days.
I welcomed you into my house. My son welcomed you into our house because you needed help. I trusted you around my kid. I was sure that you would take care of him while I was gone, that he would be safe with you. Not only did you betray mine and his trust, you destroyed his sense of safety in our home and you destroyed any sense of security that he has tried to build up for himself."
"I-" Akito took a step back, the capture weapon finally being removed from his mouth.
"You're coming with me" A voice sounded out from behind him, he turned quickly coming face to face with Present Mic. "Let's go, keep quiet." The voice hero grabbed Akito's arms pushing him out of the room.
"I've got it covered from here Sho, feel free to bring the little listener to my apartment if you need a change of scenery." He spoke quickly a small wink at the end before he disappeared out the door.
After a few moments of shuffling and then silence, Izuku peeled back from the man's chest looking up to his dad with wide teary eyes. "You really do believe me?" His voice one second away from getting caught in his throat.
"Yes Zu, I do. I always will." Aizawa said with a small smile ruffling his hair. "Do you want to stay here or would you rather go to Hizashi's" He asked softly
"Mic-Sensei's please" Izuku said quietly, letting himself be picked up into his dad's arms.
"Alright Kiddo" Aizawa replied as he left the room, making his way through the house. He watched as Izuku's eyes slowly started to shut, the exhaustion finally catching up to him.
"Sleep, it's okay, I've got you." He planted a kiss on the boy's forehead, a small smile forming on his lips as his son slipped into unconsciousness, his hands curled tightly in his fathers hero costume.
–
Izuku awoke once again as he was placed into a bed in the spare bedroom of Yamada's house, his dad right there beside him. He looked around wide and panicked, a slight disorientation fogging his mind. Eyes meeting his fathers tears gather once again as the events of the night come racing back.
"I feel disgusting" His voice was oh so small in that moment, and it broke Shouta's heart. "I- dont know- i didn't want this"
"I know Zu, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Aizawa sat down on the bed pulling the boy into his lap again, rocking them back and forth.
"When I- when I woke up, he was just on top of me, he- he kept saying all these gross things, and I tried to get him off- and i- i told him to stop but he wouldn't. He-" His voice caught in his throat his eyes widening in full realisation, as if his mind had been trying to shield him from the truth for as long as possible.
Aizawa listened with bated breath, if he was being honest, he only had assumptions about what happened, and as much as it sickened him to hear about it, he wanted to know what the hell Izuku went through in the hours he was away from home.
Izuku took a deep breath burying his face further into Shouta's chest. "He- he raped me" He admitted finally a new onslaught of tears coming in wave after wave, matching the few that slipped out of his fathers own eyes.
"I- I'll never get that back, I'll never- He said I'm his, that- that I always would be. Is that true? he took everything he- he it hurts it hurts, I should have fought- fought harder it's all my fault and now I'm disgusting" His voice shook as he spoke, sobs peaking through, before they come through crashing.
"No, that's not true. You're not his, you never have been, and you never will be. Look at me Zu." He pushed the boy back slightly, but gently, locking eyes with him.
"You are you, you are not what he says you are, or what he wants you to be. None of this is your fault, you never did anything to deserve this, and I will keep telling you that until you can believe it. You are not and have never been disgusting, you're still my wonderfully kind, smartass of a son who I would do absolutely anything for. I know this is hard, and it will continue to be, but I'm here and I will be here through all of it, I promise you. I love you so much Zu."
"Thank you dad, I love you too" Izuku smiled a small but real genuine smile for the first time that night. A small glimmer of hope that maybe, with his dad by his side it would be okay.