Infected (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

6) Old Demons

A/N: This chapter contains sexual assault so look for the ~*~ after if you want to skip.

A smirk crosses Kaito's face as Yuma blocks the doorway, a single lightbulb illuminating their faces.

"What are you doing here?" I hear myself say over the sound of blood rushing through my ears.

"My cousin got into U.A. too and we're here to see him and thought we'd pay you a visit." A smile comes across Yuma's lips. I slowly back away from the two boys. The feelings of the years of torture came flooding back as Kaito takes a couples steps towards me.

"What's the matter, Y/N? Aren't you excited to see some old friends?" The smile on his face deepened the fear dwelling in my gut.

"What do you want with me?" My voice was barely above a whisper. Yuma started walking towards me from the door, still keeping between the door and me.

"We wanted to see how our artwork turned out." I instinctively grab my shirt as I keep backing up. Both boys let out low chuckles as they start closing in on me. I feel my back hit a shelf of cleaning supplies. Kaito reaches out first, grabbing a handful of my hair, driving me to my knees. I yelp from the pain. Yuma instantly starts pulling my shirt over my head, revealing the series of scars covering my entire torso.

"Stop, stop, stop." I whisper trying to push their hands off my body, tears now streaming down my face. "I SAID STOP." I yell activating my quirk. Neither boy stopped, their gropes getting harder as they pushed aside the illness I was causing them to feel. Kaito's hand on my hair tightened from my quirk pulsing through his body. Yuma's hand meets my face in a fierce slap. I instantly taste blood as the back of my head meets the wall. "Please stop! LEAVE ME ALONE." I feel myself yelling but no longer feeling like my body was mine. Kaito brings a hand up to my throat in an attempt to silence me. Yuma's hands now tugging on my bra straps. Why isn't my quirk stopping them? I try kicking out but my attempts become weaker when Kaito's grip tightens, restricting my air as he pushes me up the wall. Yuma's hands now tugging at my shorts, the majority of my torso now exposed. I claw out at them, anything to get them off of me at this point, one hand clawing at Kaito's arm as the other tried to keep Yuma from completely stripping me naked. If they can brand me like an animal, they're capable of doing anything to anyone. My cries slowly became hoarse gasps from the pressure against my trachea. My head started feeling light and fuzzy. I could feel my quirk stopping as I struggled to stay conscious. 

The door opening stops both boys in their tracks. A familiar head of red hair peers into the room, both boys instantly dropping me.

"What the hell? Hey! Let her go!" Kaito's hand instantly releases the hold on my hair, causing me to fall the rest of the way to the floor. I scramble to grab my shirt, slowly becoming aware of how hard I'm crying, my throat burning as I sob, struggling to catch my breath. I see Yuma and Kaito bolt from the room. Kirishima turns the overhead light off and hands me my shirt, kneeling in front of me, the light from the hallway barely illuminating his features. An anger I haven't seen before was coming from him. "Here, let me help you." His voice was soft as he straightens out my shirt, careful not to touch the numerous deep scars across my body, his eyes never leaving mine. His thumb wipes across my chin, I can see my blood covering it. He helps me dress and quickly envelopes me in a tight hug. I can feel his hands tremble slightly against my shoulders.

"I need their fucking names." His voice sounded foreign. I nod my head, trying to catch my breath and calm myself. His hug tightened. "Don't go anywhere else alone. If I see those assholes again, I'll make sure Bakugo and I take care of them." He slowly helps me to my feet before enveloping me in another tight embrace. I can feel his hands shaking against my back. "You're going to be okay." He quietly murmurs over and over as he strokes the back on my head.