A/N: Warning, explicit content ahead. Also in this chapter you will finally see how Asami met Touya and Fuyumi! The age in these chapters are going to be Asami's age. So for this chapter the ages are the following:
Asami - 5
Touya - 7
Fuyumi - 6
Natsuo - 3
I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think of the story so far. As always, I love reading your comments. They always make me smile! :)
Chapter 14
The Todoroki Residence – 17 Years Ago – Age 5
Asami hides behind the legs of her father as they enter the threshold of the extravagant home. She has known wealth thanks to her father's occupation in managing well known Pro Hero's wallets, but this home is far larger and excessive than anything she's ever seen before.
She chews nervously on her nailbeds as her father walks the courtyard of the home, escorted by the greeter. Her father glances down at her and swats her hand out of her mouth. "Asami!" he hisses at her. "Stop that disgusting habit!"
"I'm sorry," her soft voice cracks.
"It's already unprofessional enough I have to bring you here after your stupid mother decided she no longer wanted to uphold her duties," he grumbles under his breath but the small girl is still able to hear his spiteful words. "Stupid woman, couldn't have given me more of a warning so I could have handled the arrangements! With this client no less!"
Asami's mother and father were an arranged marriage. Their pairing benefits were financial, as Asami's father was a wealthy financial advisor among the top pro heroes, and Asami's mother was young and beautiful. However, at half his age came a fickle disposition, and the woman decided to leave the two of them, with nothing more than a note explaining that it was never her dream to become a mother and wife.
Without any notice, Asami's father Kenji was forced to bring his daughter today, unable to leave her with his driver.
Kenji walks forward through the home while the chubby little girl clutches onto her father's pant leg, causing the purple-haired man to glare down at his daughter. She looks up at him with glistening eyes; he's never taken her with him on business, and being here with him makes her feel uncomfortable with her surroundings.
He shakes his head at the sight of her. She found the scissors a few nights prior and decided to make terrible work on her beautiful purple hair. There was nothing the stylists could do to make her look presentable, so with uneven bangs brushing the middle of her forehead and a bowl cut brushing just past her ears, Asami looks like a boy.
Kenji wasn't planning on using this gathering to present the girl to the Pro Hero as a potential bride, but he can't deny the hero does have two sons close to her age and he would not be opposed to the opportunity should it arise, but alas, Asami's stupidity destroyed any chance of that.
They enter the large office room where her father immediately bows down into a 90-degree angle. He takes hold of his little daughter's head, forcing her down into a respectful bow as well.
"Ah Hatsuse," the booming voice of the Number Two Hero calls out to him from across the room. "Please, come in," he tells him, returning with a bow.
"Endeavor," he proceeds respectively. "As we spoke on the phone, this is my daughter, Asami," he introduces the small purple-haired girl. "I thank you for your understanding in allowing me to bring her here on such short notice," he says bowing three times apologetically.
"Of course," the red-haired man approaches the chubby girl, noticing that she looks more like a boy. He kneels down to reach her level, but is so large, he doesn't come much closer to her. "How old are you, Asami?"
Purple beams stare up at her father for guidance and he nods at her to speak. "Five, Sir," she informs him with a high tone.
"Ah," he states. "I have a daughter too. Her name is Fuyumi, and she is just a bit older than you. Why don't you go play with her and her brothers? I am sure they'd love to meet you."
Again, the round girl looks at her father for guidance and he nods at her. She nods shyly back at the large red-haired man and he turns away from her. He lifts himself to his feet, sliding open the office door and commanding his white-haired wife to bring the small girl to the children while they speak.
Asami wrings her hands nervously as she walks behind the woman who's words she tunes out as she worriedly takes in her surroundings.
Eventually, the white-haired woman escorts her to a courtyard between the separate wings of the home where she sees two children playing soccer with one another, while a smaller boy watches from the steps with a worker.
"Fuyumi," the white-haired woman calls out, and the little girl with glasses too large for her face looks up at her mother. The girl smiles at her mother and comes running towards her. "This is Asami," she tells her as she introduces the young girls. "Think you two can include her in your game?"
"Mhmm!" Fuyumi happily nods up at her mother with a soft smile on her face as her pigtails bounce at the movement of her nod. The small white-haired girl looks over at their guest. "My name is Fuyumi!" she happily introduces herself with crescent moon eyes.
"I'm Asami," she responds sheepishly as her shoulder meets her cheek.
"Here, come play with us!" she says grabbing hold of the girl's wrist and dragging her into the courtyard.
Asami's eyes land on the other child playing with Fuyumi. Their eyes meet one another's and Asami smiles awkwardly at the red-haired boy. She looks at him, noticing that he looks a lot like his father, sharing the same shade of hair and turquoise pigmentation in his eyes, but notices a small patch of white in his hair as well.
Her smile is not received with the same enthusiasm as she's giving him, and he returns with his lips purse downwards into a pout. His eyes look her up and down, noticing how round she is and figures that she won't be able to move fast, so the last thing he wants is her on his team.
"He's on your team," he pouts at his sister.
"She's a girl, stupid!" she yells at her brother when her mother yells out her name, scolding her for using the nasty word. "Sorry mom," Fuyumi grumbles as she turns to Asami. "That's my brother, Touya," Fuyumi rolls her eyes as she points over her shoulder. "Don't mind him," she giggles.
The red-haired boy turns towards his mother with a frown on his face, "Why can't I practice with Dad?" he whines with furrowed brows as he holds the ball in his hands.
"Your father is conducting business right now," his mother returns sternly. "Now play nice," she threatens him lightly as she points at him.
He responds with a roll of his bright eyes as he drops the ball down to the ground. "Do you even know how to play soccer?" he asks her with a sneer in his tone, taking note of how chubby and round she is.
She nods at him once, her lips turning downwards into a frown.
"Just kick the ball!" Fuyumi growls at her rude brother.
He huffs and dribbles the ball a bit, showing off his skills with the ball. Both girls stand and wait for him to pass it to either of them while he continues to show off. Fuyumi grows impatient, and before she can say anything to him, he kicks the ball with far too much force towards the round purple-haired girl and it crashes into her legs, causing her to fall to her knees.
"Touya!" his mother snaps at him with a stern tone.
"What?" he squeaks with a high tone. "I kicked it to her feet! It's not my fault she didn't kick it back."
"Are you alright, honey?" his mother doesn't mind his explanation and approaches the girl who lifts herself to her feet.
"Yeah, I'm fine," the chubby girl responds as she brushes herself of debris. She looks up at the red-haired boy who scowls at her for the attention she's garnering over the lack of an incident.
She takes the ball and kicks it lightly to Fuyumi, keeping her eyes dry so not to cry in front of the bully.
The two girls begin kicking the ball to one another and ignore the red-haired boy who fumes across from them. "Fine!" he calls out to the two of them, stomping on the ground with his fists tightened at his sides. "I didn't want to play with stupid girls anyway!"
Asami fumes at this and in a fit of seeing red, she kicks the ball his way with as much force as she can. The ball lifts in the air and when he turns around, the ball lands straight in his face, knocking the boy to the ground with a loud crunch.
Asami's eyes widen with shock as her hands cover her fallen jaw. Fuyumi and young Natsuo begin doubling over laughing while Rei runs to her fuming son.
"Mom!" he cries out angrily as he holds his bleeding nose.
"See what happens when you don't play nice," she coaches him sternly as she attempts to examine his face but he swats her hand away, glaring at the stupid purple-haired girl and promising that he will settle the score.
Present Day - Day 5
Asami wakes up with a splitting headache feeling like she's woken up from an eternal sleep. She groggily takes in her surroundings to see that she is still in the dungeon and this wasn't all a terrible nightmare.
She lifts herself from the bed, swinging her feet over the side of the bed and planting her toes onto the cold ground. She groans as she looks around the room when she notices a box by the front door that she did not recognize when she went to bed.
She lifts herself from the pullout bed and walks towards the box carefully. She kneels down next to it and opens up the flaps.
Greeting her upon opening the box is an origami butterfly made from light blue paper and a note.
Asami picks up the butterfly with her left hand and the note with her right. She begins reading the letter, struggling through the awful penmanship.
"Enjoy the treats, Butterfly. Didn't want to wake you so food's in the fridge. Save the maid's outfit for when I get back."
She places the letter and paper butterfly on the ground next to her and digs through the box, noticing an assortment of yoga pants, leggings, shirts, bras, and underwear. She smiles when she notices that there is even some cotton underwear mixed in with the lace thongs.
Asami lifts the box from the front area and moves towards the pullout bed, taking the clothes out of the box and sorting them by her needs. She finds the maid's outfit at the bottom of the stash, being a black bra and panty set with a tiny skirt, apron, and feather duster. She rolls her eyes and tosses the set to the side.
There are also cleaning products in a bag inside the box that includes bleach, rubber gloves, and a scrubbing brush.
Once she is finished sorting out the clothes and cleaning products, she heads to the refrigerator where she finds various fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as ingredients to make her own dishes.
She has to say she's pretty shocked that Dabi gave her all she asked for during their kiss. She didn't expect him to even listen to her during the encounter, let alone care enough to get her everything she asked for.
She figures that enduring Dabi while he was in a good mood wasn't so terrible and if it got her what she wanted, maybe she can work something out and get more freedom in here that will buy her the perfect opportunity for escape.
Asami gets dressed in black shorts, a low impact sports bra, and a royal blue tank top and heads to the kitchen where she begins to prepare herself some breakfast. Besides the painfully small kitchen, Asami is able to fix herself a healthy breakfast and eat quietly at her table.
She sits down at the table, silently taking small bites while she looks down at the paper butterfly on the table. She aimlessly flicks at it, spinning it at atop the table as her mind wanders in all directions.
Dabi confuses the shit out of Asami, potentially even more than Keigo does. She has no idea what he wants from her, not just with his intentions of kidnapping her, but with all these niceties that he's gifted her.
If all he wanted to do was fuck her, then he would have done it already. He's a villain so why not force himself on her? Does he seriously draw the line there, but doesn't bat an eye scorching people to death?
And now with this origami butterfly? A tool to gain her trust so she willingly opens her legs to him like this stupid necklace was from Hawks?
She groans as she thinks about the actions that earned her these things. She wonders what the hell she was thinking letting him touch her like that. She can't believe she allowed herself to behave in such a way to him.
Am I so deprived of someone's wanted touch that I went looking for it in him?
"You're so fucking pathetic," Asami tells herself, her voice bouncing off the walls of the dungeon and returning back to her to say it again.
She groans as she buries her face in her palms and rakes her fingers through her scalp as painful regret crashes into her like a wave trying to pull her into the undercurrent.
She shakes her head and pushes the paper butterfly out of her reach and finishes her food without either of those boys ruining her appetite.
After she's finished, she begins cleaning the apartment. She ties her long purple hair back in a messy bun, puts on the rubber gloves, and begins making good work on the dungeon.
She begins with the bathroom where she pours the bleach all over the mildew-stained shower. She scrubs the shit out of the shower, making it spotless until she moves on to the toilet and sink.
While enveloped with the mundane task of cleaning, Asami's mind can't help but wander back to the burned maniac that entraps her here. She thinks about her job and what the villain's plan is with her not showing up to work.
Despite what he may think about the Number One hero, Endeavor will eventually notice her gone if she's missing for more than a few days, especially with her most recent work for him.
His sidekicks will also notice her gone, and not to mention Fuyumi. She wonders how long it will take for them to piece it together, and when they do, how will they manage to find her?
It's only a matter of time.
Just endure.
They will find you.
Just endure.
But for how long? Asami has a sinking feeling that Dabi's good graces won't last long, and it's only a matter of time until the psychopath does as he threatened the day before, and burn her for getting lippy.
She can endure him all he wants, but with every waking day he pushes more and more out of her, and eventually, there will be nothing left of her for him to enjoy, and she will be disposed of.
She spends hours cleaning the whole place spotless. Asami ignores the pain in her throat from inhaling the toxic chemicals, not caring that she's practically torn her esophagus from the fumes, and focuses on cleaning the entire apartment until it's sterile.
She ends up running out of bleach before she can finish cleaning the floors, but figures that the clean bathroom and kitchen is enough. The entire apartment smells strongly of bleach, but it's better than the smell of mold and dust that it did prior.
After she's cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, she makes the bed and surveys the room, gaining a sense of normality in her life now that she's taken over the place and made it her own.
Asami sits on the pullout bed, wondering what to do now. She isn't sure how long it took for her to clean the place and how many hours she wasted, but again she's bored out of her mind and fiddles with her fingers with what to do next. She looks down at her chipping nail polish that drives her nuts.
She will have to ask Dabi to bring her nail stuff, but rolls her eyes at the thought of what he will expect her to do for the privilege. She almost misses Dabi's annoying company, because at least it's company.
"Don't fucking think that," Asami tells herself sternly, shaking her head and knowing that when she starts thinking like that, then she'll start seeing him for more than what he is.
He is your captor.
He is a murderer.
He is a villain.
This will be the mantra in which she lives by. She will remind herself of this with every waking moment that she allows him to break through her barriers. She will repeat it until she knows no other words. She will not let him grind her down into submission.
Hours pass and after doing a few jumping jacks, yoga positions, and stretching her aching body all together, she decides that now is as good a time as any to shower and get ready for bed. She's unsure what time of day it is and her internal clock has been placed on haywire since being placed in here, so she just goes off of what her body desires of her.
She heads to the bathroom that smells overwhelmingly of bleach, causing her to cough. She leaves the door open to air out the smell and starts the shower.
She impatiently waits as she lets the water run for a bit. After a moment of waiting, Asami lifts her hand and places it in the stream of the falling water when she feels the comforting sensation of warm water.
Her smile can't get any bigger as she wickedly grins at the water in front of her. She quickly sheds her clothes and jumps into the shower without a wasted second. She releases a breathy moan as the hot water massages into her skin. "Oh, fuck yes!" she groans.
She's never been so pleased to have a hot shower before as she lets the scalding water heat up her skin and painting it red from the warmth.
Asami stands there for a moment as the hot water falls on her skin. She closes her eyes and allows her mind to travel elsewhere. She imagines herself somewhere nice and warm and tropical. She imagines a soft bed with clean white sheets that she tangles her body in from an undisturbed night's rest.
She imagines a warm body lying next to her, staying from the night before. She smiles and turns to the man, hoping to wake him with a welcoming surprise when she pulls the covers to reveal that it's Dabi lying next to her.
Asami quickly opens her eyes, not allowing the image to fully penetrate her skull. No, don't let him in. She needs to stay strong willed and not allow her resentment towards Hawks push her into the arms of that sociopath.
He is your captor.
He is a murderer.
He is a villain.
He will kill you any chance he gets.
Despite the niceties that he may be committing now, he will not hesitate to turn her into a pile of ash should she attempt to escape.
She goes back to focusing on her shower, rubbing her soapy hands all over her body as she lathers herself in a coat of it. She shuts her eyes as she focuses on the warmth of the water. She's gone so many days without hot water and it just feels so fucking good against her skin.
Asami thinks about how long it's been since she and Keigo were last intimate. The warmth of the shower water and her hands on her body ignites her into thinking about him and how much she misses his hands on her body.
She misses the way he kissed her neck, the way his hands gripped her hips, the way his lips nibbled at her ear when he hugged her closely, the way he felt inside her… She groans at the thought, clenching around nothing as she desperately wants to be embraced by him.
She keeps her eyes closed and her middle finger lightly traces down her neck, past her breasts, over her stomach and lands between her legs. She squints her eyes shut as her shaking hands meet between her legs. She swallows hard as she hikes up her leg at the edge of the shallow tub and she begins to make work of herself.
The fingers of Asami's left hand splay out her folds, while the fingers of her right hand shakily encircle her clit. She breathes out a breathy moan as she keeps her eyes shut and touches herself. Her middle and ring fingers work together to brush against her sensitive area as she builds up the stimulus of her aching body.
The hot water lands on her neck and chest, heating up her body and driving her towards a heated stimulation. She moans with eyes shut tightly as she lets her mind wander.
She thinks about Keigo and looking down at his messy blonde hair as he buries his face between her legs. She imagines her fingers as his lips, making good work of her down there as he teases her towards a shaking high. She dips her middle finger inside of her as he has many times before. It's not the same stimulation without his tongue to accompany the gesture, but she still feels herself climbing.
"Keigo," she pants, thinking of him and shutting her eyes tightly. With how tightly her eyes are shut, she can practically see him between her legs, and feel him hum against her folds as he responds to her panting.
"Come on Butterfly, I'm not good enough?" Asami's heart jumps and her eyes fling open as they frantically search for the black-haired source of that unmistakably raspy voice. Her head darts back and forth, looking for the villain, but he is nowhere in sight.
There is no shower curtain in the bathroom, and the door is open. He's no where in the apartment, and she groans as she realizes that he's in her fucking head.
Why is she even thinking about him during this? He's not supposed to be here. Not when she's doing this.
"Go away, Dabi," she growls as if he were here and could hear her.
She closes her eyes and shakes him out of her head, she continues to touch herself, trying to build herself back up.
Asami moans as she feels herself climbing again when the haunting presence of Dabi reels back at her. "I'm just sayin', why think about bird brain when you could be thinkin' about me?" he says with that cheeky tone.
"Fuck off, Dabi!" she snaps as she shuts her eyes, willing his ghost away from her.
However, when she shuts her eyes tighter, she can suddenly feel his hot body standing behind her, pressing himself against her. She jumps, but his warm scarred arms are wrapped around her.
"Just think about it," his hot breath brushes against her ear and she can feel his heated body on her as if he were there before her. His hand moves down her right arm, past her hips until he interlaces his fingers with hers. "The way you heated up for me when you were on top of me. The way you moaned against my mouth. The way your pussy got wet when my hands were on your body."
Asami shuts her eyes tightly, feeling his body so clearly pressed against her. She can feel him harden behind her and she can feel his hands laced with hers. "Dabi…"
"Let me help you, Butterfly," he groans against her ear as his finger plunges inside her folds.
"Ah," she cries out, knowing that it's her finger inside of her, but if she keeps her eyes closed it feels like his calloused digits.
"Yeah, that's a good little Butterfly," he coos, incessantly using that stupid nickname he's given her.
She lifts her head, resting it on his chest as his lips brush against her ear. She can feel his hot breath kiss her ear and the staples scratch against her skin as his fingers move against her folds. His thumb circles her clit while his middle finger digs inside her with soft pumps.
"Look at you, you're so fucking wet," she can hear his voice so clearly, remembering the words that he said to her when she was straddling him and giving him the shameful kiss that granted her this warm water.
She begins panting as she feels his pumping become harder and deeper. "D'ya want more?" he asks her with a feral tone in his voice.
"Yeah," she moans.
She can feel his mismatched lips smile against her ear as he introduces his second finger, stretching her out as she arches at the feeling.
"Good girl," he praises her as her ass presses against his clothed dick. "You're such a good girl, taking me like this."
"Ngh," she groans as he pumps inside her. "Right there."
He quickens his pace as he feels her clenching around him, "Are you going to cum for me, Butterfly?" he asks in a pleased tone. She bites her bottom lip and hums, nodding her head as she feels a knot building in her core.
Her toes curl and she groans as she builds herself up. "Fuck," she releases as the pace quickens and she's so close.
"Say my name, Butterfly," he groans against her ear. "Say my fucking name," he growls.
"Ah, fuck! Dabi!" she cries out as she crashes and shatters into a million pieces, throwing her head back and shaking from the stimulation. Her hands shake as she moves them desperately holding her high as her eyes tighten at the sensation.
Her hands clamp up and she falls from her high, slamming herself into reality as she opens her eyes and total complete shame overcomes her body at what she's just done.
She pulls her hands from between her legs and places her foot back down in the tub. The water has run cold and she stands there for a moment, feeling ashamed at what she allowed to just happen for the sake of reaching her high.
She buries her face in her hands, hiding herself from the embarrassment as she's mortified at her lustful thoughts and allowing that villain to break her apart.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she groans as she hugs herself from the shame of him winning this shitty game of his.
He is your captor.
He is a murderer.
He is a villain.
He will kill you any chance he gets.