𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

relentless torture

All Might frowns, his hands in his pockets, his eyes set on you as you walk back to the dorms. You weren't far. Just a short walk away. You still keep your hands near your chest, your thumb rubbing your tattoo to calm your nerves. All Might wanted to talk. You hear him sucking in a breath only to let it out again. His feet will shuffle, like he can't walk and think of what to say at the same time. So he'll fall behind but quickly catch up to your small strides. You don't look at him. You don't speak. You just, sort of live. When you reach the steps of the dorm, he pauses, kicking his feet in the gravel. You've been meaning to ask, what are they going to do with you? You're older than all the students, so it's not like you can join class with them really. And you're too young to be a Pro Hero. Are they just going to keep you around for safety or are they going to question you and then dump you? For you to do what the League needs, what Touya needs, you have to be inside with the heroes.

"All Might?" you ask in a small voice.

He perks up, jerking his head up to look at you as you turn around to face him. Your eye-level with him now, standing on one step above him.

"What's going to happen to me?"

The questions takes him aback and he has to think before answering. A few times, he opens his mouth to speak, but instead drums his fingers along his chin, sighing. Finally, after a moments silence, he says truthfully, "I don't know. I want to say you'll be safe from now on, that the League won't try to get to you. But I can't tell you for sure. As for where you're staying, Aizawa thinks it's best you stay here in UA's dorms. We can't be sure if the League is trying to find you now and, well, we'd like your help. You must have information on the League that can help us to protect our students and the people." He pauses, assessing your emotions for a moment. "But," he says softly, a small smile forming on his lips to comfort you. "We aren't in any rush. I know it must be hard to talk about what they did to you."

They loved me well.

"They must've hurt you."

They cared for me.

"I can't imagine how scary that must've been."

He calmed me.

"We're here to protect you now. It's going to be okay."

Where were you when I needed you? When they first took me?

"Okay," you say. "Thank you."

He smiles. "Let's get you inside. You'll have a busy day tomorrow."

• ♥ •

You sigh, biting your tongue to fight back the headache that pounds your skull, begging to be let free. They've been testing your quirk, its extent, pushing it further beyond its boundaries and what not. They just want to see how "useful" you can be. You've wanted nothing more than to crawl under your covers and pretend that Touya is holding you. But you've been strong. Healing wound after wound. Fixing student after student. Injury after injury. A never-ending cycle. During it all, they've kept monitors on you, watching your heartbeat, your cells, anything they could. All Might and Aizawa both sat in the corner, frowns on their faces as they watched you wince from pain. But they didn't do anything about it.

They know about the other part of your quirk, the damaging one. You used it when they came to save Bakugou. However, today, they want to practice your healing since they believe it's more important. Tomorrow, however, they'll start working on injuring others and training you. 

"How far is your healing distance?" Midnight asks. Again.

"Two hundred yards. I've told you," you mumble.