Morally Dark

10

A/N: The italicised words are dreams that izuku has of his past. So, this chapter is backstory time. Also, huge thank you to all of you for reading. Big hugs<3

Izuku POV

"T-T-There must be an alternative", I yelled, scrambling away from the maniacal figure.

A familiar voice from above replied calmly, "Exposure therapy is very helpful. He'll slowly help you alleviate any sense of apprehension."

The man came forward. His face was hidden in the shadows but I could sense the demented smile on his face. He reached out a finger and lit the tiniest blue flame.

With the little light that it provided I finally observed my surroundings. It looked like I was trapped in a big steel box with a small handle in one part of the room. The room wasn't entirely empty, rather it seemed like a worn down warehouse. Despite my protests, I finally looked at the man casting the light. His face was scarred, a small drop of blood emerged from what looked like stapled skin. He had a fairly tall build and in this suffocatingly small room it loomed over me threateningly. But the thing that caught my gaze instantly was his eyes. Piercing, merciless but still not cruel. There was no mirth in his actions. He was simply following orders.

Taking my silence as approval the flame grew in size and now covered his palm.

I frantically turned away.

"P-please. PLEASE. I'll do anything. I-I'll make more of th-that antidote. Or those n-nomus. I swear I won't tell a damn soul." I pleaded to an iron wall hoping they were still listening to my futile resistance.

I shut my eyes tightly and crawled into a corner, knowing full well how foolish my actions were. What I couldn't see, wouldn't hurt me. It couldn't hurt me, I begged.

The warmth approached, concerningly closer. I blindly searched the floor for anything to protect myself with. An oil tarp.

I didn't know chemistry. Would the oil make the flame bigger? I didn't fucking know. Fuck.

But I couldn't simply sit and wait for the fire to consume me.

I knew what I was about to do could only have two possible outcomes and both involved moving toward the flame.

Deciding to test whatever measly odds I had, I threw the tarp over the hand and ran straight toward the stranger. And kissed him.

Thankfully the fire had been entirely put out by the heavy cloth. I heard the man grumble something but I didn't wait to find out what. Instantly I ran toward the handle and tried my luck. It did not budge. Fuck. The idea had been to distract him and make a beeline for the exit. That had clearly failed and now I was stuck in a room with some random guy who I had most definitely angered. And it did not help that he held leverage by wielding the one thing I couldn't face – fire. I didn't turn around to face the fire-summoner.

A high pitched laugh erupted. "He- that boy he" the voice choked.

"Shut up Toga" a deep voice reverberated. He had finally spoken. But he was still in the same spot where I had kis– ugh god. What was I thinking?

The people from above simply watched this embarrassing untangling of events. Real glad I could provide you entertainment before I die a most painful and meaningless death, I thought.

Suddenly a portion of the wall clicked open. That pulled me out of my stupor as I rushed out of that damn place, away from the imminent threat.