Dr. Ujiko was as creepy as everyone else Ayumu had met in the Hell house where Dabi had brought her. At least, she hadn't technically left so much as been transported, so she could have been in Timbuktu for all she knew. That swirling mist that was Kurogiri (she'd nearly forgotten him, but he was pretty forgettable for a seven foot tall cloud of darkness. Well, perhaps not that tall.

Here she was in the doctor's lab (?), far darker than she thought he would have needed, perched upon a sterile cot with her bare feet dangling far above the slick floor. She was wearing a hospital gown, which she couldn't decide if it was an upgrade from the t-shirt Dabi had given her or not. It covered more, but there was a certain vulnerability that came with the white and blue garment. The itch of air against the bare flesh between her shoulder blades didn't help either.

The man had greeted her by way of looking her over scrutinizingly behind those thick glasses. "Not very tall, is she?" He was one to talk.

And now she had a wrap around her elbow where he'd drawn more blood than she was sure was necessary. Dabi and Tomura were across the large room and in a hallway, barely in sight, talking amongst themselves. Like she could do anything about their plans even if they talked in front of her. Unless they were talking about her.

And then there were those things . That was the real reason her shoulders were itching to hide her spine. There were horrifying amalgamations of pieces and parts, brains exposed, so dead, yet not. Even in their tubs they creeped her out.

Dr. Ujiko returned, waddling toward her with a clipboard in hand, hemming and hawing. "Now, when was your last menstrual cycle?"

"Ah, uh, does that matter?" Her brows twitched together, fingers drumming on her thighs. He just stared. "I— I guess it ended last Tuesday?"

"And when did it start?"

Her shoulders tugged toward her ears with every question. "Uh, Friday." The day after she'd played with Dabi. She half-blamed him for starting it with their scene, but it had oddly helped her deal with the early start.

He hummed again and nodded to himself. "And you've been sexually active since then."

"Obviously."

"How many partners—"

Her patience was wearing thin. "Can we just cut to the pill now, doc? I'm pretty sure you have a guess as to why some random woman came with two guys holding her against her will to ask for the damn thing."

"Of course," the doctor humored. "But these things are important to know before giving you medication. I am correct in assuming you want further contraceptives, then?"

Ayumu had considered the options; while an IUD would be great, she also didn't want this creep messing around with her vagina. Pills were too easily screwed up. There was no way recent virgin Shigaraki would agree to use condoms. "The shot would be nice."

He thumbed through a few pages. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'll look over all of the options for you."

"That's really something I should decide for myself," she spat

He returned that intrusive gaze to her. "The morning after pill and the depo shot in one day might not be the best idea for your body. Perhaps next week. Abstain for the time being—"

She growled out her frustration, burying her hands in her hair and screaming into her thighs.

"Whoa, what's happening here?" Somehow, Dabi to the rescue.

The doctor murmured to him and the dark haired man stood beside her, laying a warm palm against her spine.

"Can always stick with anal and oral for crusty," he quipped. She shot him a glare that could have surpassed his own flames. "C'mon, the doc knows about this shit. Fuck, he's built entire beings."

"I don't want to trust some frankensteinian monster doctor and a NEET with my bodily autonomy." Their eyes held for a second, his nearly glowing and her own the darkest he'd ever seen them.

"Fucking tough, princess. Your complaining is starting to annoy me." Said NEET had announced his presence. "Take what the doctor gives you so we can leave."

Her stomach churned, blood seething through her to send rage to every cell in her body until the fury powered her more than her own mitochondria. "Fuck you." Ayumu shrugged off Dabi's touch and slid to the floor, glaring at every man in turn. "Fuck all of you. If you think I'm just gonna lay back and let you make my decisions for me, you've got another thing coming."

The rushing of water and air through various tubes, the bubbling in the tanks, the whir of machinery: these were the sounds for a long moment after she'd screamed out her anger. The three men were still, watching her.

Shigaraki was on her before she could speak, one hand snatching her smaller wrists, the other fisting her hair to bow her spine back.

"Kurogiri."

A portal formed and he tossed her through it. It swirled closed behind him, leaving Dabi and the doctor to figure out everything there.

Ayumu swallowed, a shiver of fear now lacing through her rage, tempering it as it wove into her system. She was in his room again, on his disgusting floor. He was staring at her with that one bloody eye.

"You need to learn your place."

She shuffled back as he started forward, but he was going to the foot of his bed rather than toward her. He turned to face her next, holding that awful chain. Before she could try to run, he'd grabbed her ankle, clinking the thing shut. His eye narrowed as he considered her, then he turned back to where the chain was secured to the wall and fiddled with it. It pulled taut, leaving her to maybe a three foot radius for space.

"You wanna scream? Fine. No one's gonna listen." As he passed he sent a shelf of his own possession scattering across the room. Ayumu had to dodge, holding her forearms in front of her face.

The light kicked off.

The door slammed shut.

She was alone in the darkness.

How long she stayed in her hunched position she couldn't tell. After what felt like a brief eternity, she unfolded herself and crept to the bed, where she could lay or sit comfortably enough considering she was shackled to the wall.

So she laid on her back and considered the impression of ceiling she could make out from the little lights of his gaming setup.

Ayumu was a feminist. She might not go to rallies or write petitions, but she believed women had the right to their own autonomy. They weren't maids, nannies, and sex bots designed to support a man's lifestyle; they were partners. One could stay at home and the other could work, sure, but it was up to them who took which role if that was their thing.

She laid her hands flat on her stomach, the weight comforting in the deprivation. She could hear nothing outside the door. How thick were the walls? If she screamed, would no one really hear her? Or was it more than no one would care?

Probably that one.

What little she knew about the League, she'd gleaned from her time here. There was apparently someone named Toga who was murder-happy. The portal-man Kurogiri, Dabi, Tomura. The creepy doctor might be part of it, too. Tomura's sensei had seemed comfortable enough with him.

And the sensei himself…

She was in Hell, alright. And Hell had some fucked up politics that she was unprepared to wade through.

Fuck.

Notes:

I'm trying to make myself write at least 1k words a day, and this is the result. This story is a nice, quick write for me. On days I have more time I'll be working on my other WIPs.

What kinds of things/ what people would you like to see in this story? Should it go hopeful, or get darker? Both, like an endless loop of dark and light?

Also, if you've read any of my HP WIPs, I'm considering writing a Tomione time travel fic which would have Hermione joining Elena in one of her later years and moving on from there. A fanfic AU of my own fanfic? It would feature some obsessive Dolohov, too.