All Might x Reader | Forbidden Attachment

Perpetrator

Chapter TW: Mentions of rape

All Might's words from the restaurant the other night played on a loop in your head.  You kicked a rock down the side streets as you strolled around town looking for a place to grab dinner. The past week had been more than what you were expecting your internship to be. Somehow, in just a few day's time, you went from being a complete stranger to All Might to being the apple of his eye. At least that's how he made you feel anyway. "All Might's girl", you said aloud to yourself in the empty alley. It still sounded like music to your ears. The weekend seemed like an eternity without seeing or talking to him and it was only Friday night. He had you wrapped around his finger.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out on the streets alone at this time of night?" A voice slurred behind you. Your body went rigid. It was practically almost as dark as the alleyway All Might took you to. The person behind this voice could take whatever he wanted and not a single soul would know. You berated yourself for even getting into a situation like this.

"I SAID," the voice spoke louder. "What's a PRETTY LITTLE THING like YOU doing out HERE?" He approached at a quickening pace. He was too concise to be drunk. He was out here looking for prey and your naivety walked right into his clutches. There were only two option: run or scream. Pepper spray was gifted to you by your mother but your dumb ass left it at home, still in the original packaging, certain you would never need it.

You decided to scream. Actually it was more of a short screech as the man quickly muffled your cry for help with a palm over your mouth. He had been closer than you thought. Biting his hand was impossible. The force at which he held you kept your jaw unwillingly clamped shut. "Pretty little thing is trying to get fucked? Huh? Is that what she wants? I can make you scream louder than that," he said, malice overcoming him.

Your body jerked in every which way, attempting to free yourself from his strong hold. Never have you wished more to have a useful quirk. Using the one you had would just bring you to tears. Clarity was the only thing you had left. With any luck, someone heard your scream. 

The iron grip on your body gave you limited mobility. You couldn't scream, but maybe you'd be able to if you could get away for just long enough. You might even be able to book it. With any luck he won't be quick enough to catch you again. You assessed the distance to the light at the end of the alleyway. It wasn't as brightly lit as the street from which you entered but it was your only hope to find a person, anyone.

"I bet those holes are just as pretty and little as you are," he taunted again as he used his free hand to begin tugging at your waistband.

Now was your only chance. Without hesitation you bent your leg at the knee and swiftly kicked behind you, essentially crushing his joke of manhood with the heel of your foot. He grunted in pain as he released you to cup his balls. Taking your only opportunity, you sprinted to the end of the alleyway. 

"Bitch! Get back here!," he yelled from behind you. Long strides followed you. Between your loss of breath from sprinting faster than ever before and panic stricken whimpers, you were unable to scream for a second time. The end of the hidden path was so close you were certain you'd reach it before he could catch up.

Right as you reached the end hands grabbed you once more. Just as they wrapped around your waist a short, dark skinned woman met eyes with you as she walked by. Within a second of seeing hope you were forcefully pulled back into the shadows. You were unable to say "Help" let alone a coherent sentence. The force knocked the breath out of you. 

"Illuminate!," the woman barked. 

Your captor held onto you tightly as the entirety of the alleyway lit up. It was brighter than a sunny afternoon in June. You squinted to see source of the light coming from the woman's palms.