All I Have Is All You Gave To Me [Young!Aizawa x Reader]

84 Quasar - The Smashing Pumpkins

You can't have my side

Lover, lover, stay with me alive

When I woke up again, it took me a while to realize what had happened. My head was throbbing with a dull ache and my bones hurt. I wanted to stretch and get up and move, so I'd be in a little less pain, but I quickly realized that my range of movement was rather limited.

I slowly opened my eyes, a sharp pain immediately shooting through my head. Okay, so light was hurting my head. Got it. Nevertheless I needed to see. What the hell had even happened? And why couldn't I move? I tried to recall the last thing I could remember... leaving the agency after that mess of a day, getting home, finally having a shower... no, wait. That wasn't true.

Did I ever make it home? The memory of me making it home seemed weirdly vague. Was my brain just making that up? That had to be the case, right? So... I never made it home? What happened? I slowly started opening my eyes once more, still feeling a bad stinging pain.

But this time it wasn't all too bad. It still was bad, but at least it was bearable. I slowly tried to adjust to the brightness, blinking a few times until my eyes could focus. What I saw was a ceiling. It looked like the ceiling of some industrial building, maybe an old warehouse or something...

I wanted to move my head to look at my surroundings, but as soon as I just thought of that an excruciating pain shot through my head and I felt like I was actually going to throw up. This was horrible. I wanted to move my head, just so I wouldn't suffocate in case I did need to throw up, but all that happened was me groaning loudly. And painfully. This was horrible, whatever 'this' was.

Groaning also made me realize that I really, really needed to drink something. My throat felt absolutely parched and my lips were dry as hell. What the fuck had happened? My first thought was that I had gotten incredibly drunk for some reason and had crawled into some abandoned warehouse and that's where I woke up like three days later or something. But that made very little sense the longer I was thinking about it. Why would I randomly decide to get drunk?

"Looks like she's awake." I heard an unfamiliar voice saying. Great. I was suffering and in pain and there were people around that I didn't know. Seeing me in this state. Fucking embarrassing.

And then I realized what had happened. The dark side alley. Me walking on my own. My phone dying. The guy following me and other random guys suddenly showing up. The pain in my head. Right. It all made sense now. This was a kidnapping, wasn't it? I almost felt relieved for a second, because I had figured out what was wrong, but then I realized that being kidnapped wasn't a good thing. Not a thing to be relieved about. Hell no. Kidnapping was bad.

I forced myself to lift up my head and see what was going on. I could only really do so with excruciating pain and while groaning loudly again. So being subtle wasn't an option while I was in this state it seemed. But at least I could look around now and see what was going on. There were a bunch of guys sitting around and playing cards. One of them was looking at her.

"W-wh..." I muttered, but I had to cough. I really needed some water before I could think clearly.

"What's up, dollface? What do you want?" one of them asked. I groaned again and took a deep breath. Dollface? What the actual fuck? I wanted to protest, but right now I needed water more.

"W-water..." I managed to say, before I had to cough again. I was shaking at this point. What the fuck had they done to me to leave me in a state like that? I felt absolutely sick to my stomach.

"Water? Right, yeah, you didn't drink anything since we got you. Hang on." he said and got up from his chair to (assumedly) get some water. I managed to look around a little more. It looked like I was tied to a chair, so that's why I wasn't able to move much. Made sense. I was still in my hero costume and I was still full of blood. Plus, I smelled. Badly. I really hated this.

"You need anything else?" one of the other guys asked. I wasn't sure. I would have said food, but I felt really sick, so even if I ate anything, I'd probably throw it up again. But a pain killer would be great, as well. What I really wanted was a shower. And somewhere to lie down and fucking sleep.

"Shower... and bed..." I muttered. The group looked at each other and then they burst into laughter.

"Do we fucking look like we have a shower here? And you think we'd let you shower all on your own, sweetie? So you can run off? Sure." another one replied, just as the guy returned with a bottle of water.

He was raising an eyebrow at the group, before approaching her slowly and lifting the bottle to her lips. Everything went really quickly and I almost choked on the water, but soon I quickly gulped it down. I had no idea that I was so damn thirsty. But finally I felt better. Once I had finished about half the bottle I tapped my foot on the floor loudly until the guy got the hint and took the bottle away from me. I took a deep breath, trying to get some air in my lungs, coughing and panting.

"More?" the guy asked. Y/N shook her head.

"N-not right now... w-where the hell am I?" she wanted to know. The man opposite her sighed.

"Look, I can't tell you that. I know this is scary and all, but it's just that you got caught up in this raid against the gang and... well, we gotta have something to be able to negotiate. And that's you. You're our hostage, so we're not all going to jail, because some of us can't really afford that. Sorry it had to be you, but you seemed like the easiest target. If your hero colleagues care about you, then you've got nothing to worry about." he explained. Right. Great.

This was just great. Of course they had to get me involved in this. I was just a fucking student, I wasn't even properly working under Alley Cat. I just had the worst and most stressful week in my entire life and they had to go and kidnap me of all people? God, this fucking sucked.

"Okay. Can I... can I shower?" I wanted to know. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me as if I was stupid.

"I think you have other problems than smelling bad." he answered. I groaned in frustration. Why did he not get it?

"I don't care about that, but I feel fucking disgusting and I'm cold and I'm in pain and a hot shower would just... it might make me feel much better. Come on, man, you don't want me to die because some of my open wounds got infected, right?" I replied. I was so fed up with this.

"We can't really do hot water." he said. I groaned again. Was he just telling me that he only had cold water? What the actual fuck? Of course I knew that getting kidnapped wasn't all fun and games, but I didn't really realize the actual danger I was in, because... well, because those were a bunch of guys playing cards. They hadn't really threatened me (yet) and I also hadn't seen any weapons (yet). So they just seemed pretty harmless so far. It didn't feel like a kidnapping.

"Are you serious? What the fuck is this?" I wanted to know. Stupid question, I know, but at the time I was just angry. I was in pain, I felt sick and they were just telling me I couldn't even shower.

"Girl, I don't think you really know what position you're in right now. You're our hostage. I don't think you're in much of a position to make demands right now." he replied, sounding angry.

I just gulped and gave him the best defiant look I could muster. Maybe I would have to be happy with a cold shower then. But right now, I just wanted the damn pain to stop. But I knew if I took a painkiller now I'd feel completely sick soon after. So that wasn't a great idea either.

"Food and a painkiller? And... and maybe a cold shower after?" I asked, doing my best to give him puppy eyes.

"We can see about the shower. But we might have some food and some pills. I'll get those for you, if you give me the magic word." he said with a weirdly sickening grin on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Please?"

"There you go."