bzzt can you tell me about your time with the League? bzzt
A staticky voice echoed through Izuku's empty cell, the voice was cruel and ruthless and did not hesitate to ask prying questions.
The answers made Deku so warm
Not a nice warm that settles in the pit of your belly
The type of warm that sears your bones, and rushes through your brain and makes everything hurt.
bzzt I will not ask again, what happened during your time with the League bzzt
"Play time..."
"Play time was fun."
"There were knifes and needles and so so much pain!"
"Sometimes He would take my skin..."
"Or my blood..."
"Once He took my arm! I woke up with it back on though...wonder how He did that..."
"And He gave me so many pretty scars! I love my scars."
" I earned them."
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Bakugou was splayed across his couch, idly scrolling on his phone
(HAH BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT BITCHES)
The sound of clanging plates in the background made him scowl, and angrily he sat up, prepared to launch into another screaming match with his mother.
"OI-"
"The murder of Inko and Hisashi Midoriya-
Katsuki stilled, his phone long forgotten, dropping out of his grip.
How long had it been since he had heard that name?
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FanfictionAizawa and Nezu are trying to get info about the LOV from a patient at a mental hospital. But little do they know, this inmate holds more secrets than they could've imagined.
