Izuku Midoriya was not having a good time. He wasn't sure what day it was or how long he had been locked up but he knew he was feeling absolutley miserable.
He had only just managed to convince his teachers to let him off campus again after the Cultural festival incident. He had to suffer through several lectures to regain his right to leave campus without supervision but it was finally his day of freedom.
It was going to be a simple trip to pick up a few things from the store. Somehow he had managed to get to the store and buy everything without a problem. That's when a figure approached him from the side, suspiciously coming out from behind a building like he had been hiding.
And then there was the thing that scared him the most. He had recognized the figure, only he couldn't recall just who it was. Something about the familiar figure caused him to pull out his phone and send his location to his contacts like he had back in Hosu. Todoroki at the very least would understand the meaning behind the cryptid message and send for help.
The man wrapped around Midoriya, while he had been distracted. Midoriya started to pull away when he felt a small pinch in his neck. He had managed to escape the grasp of the man but quickly found himself feeling weak from whatever he had been injected with.
The weak feeling spread across his body and caused him to kneel on the floor only a short distance away. Barely holding on to conciousness, Midoriya was stuck letting himself get dragged across the floor.
By the time he finally regained his senses Midoriya found himself in a plain looking bedroom. The sinking feeling grew inside him when he realized that the plain room also didn't have any windows, and the door looked suspiciously strong.
It didn't take long for him to realize that he must have been injected with something that was blocking his quirk because no matter how hard he tried his quirk wouldn't come to life and he was nowhere near strong enough to deal with the door without it.
Midoriya took a deep breathe and tried to calm himself down as he dug through the nightstand that was to his side- it was the only other peice of furniture in the room besides the stiff and fowl smelling bed.
The only drawer on the beat up nightstand was full of trash but luckily his search paid off when he found an empty notebook and a couple pens. He stashed those under his matress hoping that he would be able to keep them hidden. If he could take notes on his discoveries about this place, maybe he'd be able to find a way out.
The entire room smelt nothing short of repulsive and was giving Midoriya a headache.
Midoriya sat on his bed waiting for someone to enter the room- only no one did. He sat there waiting for what felt like forever and still no one came. Feeling defeated the exhaustion eventually caught up with him and he found himself asleep once again.
When Midoriya awoke for the second time he expected to finally be acknowledged by his kidnapper- only once again he was ignored. He continued to sit there and watch the door hoping for it to open, right up until he found himself dozing off again.
The only sign Midoriya had that the kidnappers hadn't forgotten about him was that every once in a while there would be stale and cold plate of food laying next to him when he awoke.
The process repeated itself several times before Midoriya finally got brave enough to pull out the journal. There wasn't much he could add to it so he really didn't know if it was worth the risk but every part of him was feeling too sick and hazy to actually care.
He did his best to try to draw the figure of his kidnapper that he had seen but he just couldn't recall it in his hazy state. The first page of the journal instead was wasted on random half thoughts that he wrote in an attempt to ignore his loneliness in the room.
The sleep and do nothing cycle repeated itself a few more times before Midoriya finally realized that him falling asleep didn't necessarily mean it was days passing. The weird smell in the air must be some kind of quirk or drug, or maybe both combined.
That would explain his lack of quirk and why he was feeling so off.
Midoriya wrote his findings in his journal, feeling dissapointed in the lack of results.
Soon the journal switched from being Midoriya's escape plan to his lifeline. He wrote down his mumbling and lonely thoughts until he felt tired again. He stopped trying to think about his friends or heroes- relistically he knew it probably hadn't been more than a couple days or weeks since the kidnapping judging from the food servings but it had felt like an eternity.
Midoriya was smart enough to know he was probably feeling like this from whatever was in the air but couldn't find himself to care enough to stop the thoughts- again it was probably caused by a quirk.
He continued to write stuff in the journal no matter how insane the ramblings were.
Finally, after the stench in the air only seemed to get stronger Midoriya gave up on waiting for the door to open and made his way over to it.
He banged on the door until his hands hurt. When he could no longer lift his fists he started to yell, "Make it stop please..."
Finally after what felt like a lifetime the door unlocked and slid open. Midoriya was met with the same man who had originally taken him off the streets. It was only then that he was finally able to place where he knew the man from-
"D-d-da-d!"
"Hello, son."
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed! His dad is not all for one... but he is evil! I should be continuing this in a few other prompts for Whumptober so keep your eye out!
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