Redemption

Prince Comet And Sir Banana Split

"Stop," Shouto growled.

"Do you want the money or not, slut?" Shouto shifted uncomfortably.

"I do but I never agreed to let you do this. I have other clients that I can go to. I don't need you." The man above him shoved Shouto's face into the mattress. Shouto felt the pain, unbearable almost. It shot through his body, making his senses dull- or maybe it was the weed.

"Too bad. Shut the fuck up and take it." Shouto sighed, letting his body be used. He hated it but it was necessary, necessary to eat, to have water, to do anything really. He knew Dabi was sitting outside, in case anything went wrong. Shouto would keep this to himself if he could, not wanting his brother's body count to increase more.

Suddenly, the man above him began to move faster, more raggedly. Shouto knew what was happening, prayed for it to stop, to not happen, for anything to stop it. He knew it was coming as well as the man inside of him, the liquid filling him up. Then it stopped and the smell of burning flesh filled the room, the man being ripped off of him, being burned, being cremated, being-

Shouto woke up with a start, immediately sitting up and gasping for air. He felt the hand that was on his shoulder shaking him remove itself quickly. Shouto looked over, a small lamp that was on on the side table provided a small amount of light, barely enough to fill the room. He looked over at Aizawa who's hair was up and his eyes were red. He handed Shouto the gloves. Again, when were they taken off?

Shouto eagerly put them on and Aizawa's hair dropped as he pulled the desk chair over near the bed and sat down. Shouto scooted against the wall and sighed, a single tear running down his cheek and neck. He tried taking deep breaths, tracing pictures into the wall. It did nothing. He tried to resist the urge to move, to do something morally wrong.

Shouto felt another tear escape. He needed something good, something consensual, and what he wanted to do wouldn't be either of those. But he needed it. He needed it so badly but he didn't want to do it, didn't want to do anything to this man. To anyone else, maybe, but he trusted this man, this hero that he trusted so much.

Shouto began to dissociate. His head got foggy but he could feel his body moving in some way. His mind completely blanked and all he could see was white.

It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours, but when Shouto finally broke free of his haze, he saw his hands on Aizawa's neck. He felt Aizawa's leg pull up to push him off. The man flipped them over and pinned Shouto down, using his capture weapon to bind his wrists together after removing them from his neck.

Shouto began to panic, thrashing, trying to throw Aizawa off. He felt his breathing become ragged and tears fill his eyes. He heard something, someone.

"Shouto! Shouto, I need you to calm down." Aizawa unbinded Shouto's wrists and backed up. Shouto scooted back into the bed's side. He looked at Aizawa.

"W-what happened? What the fuck. What the Hell happened." Shouto said the last sentence as a statement. Everything hit him like a train. He did something, something bad, something terrible. He fucked up.

"What did I do? Tell me what I did."

Aizawa sighed. "Shouto, do you often lose control of yourself?" Shouto had to think for a moment. Sometimes it was hard to separate dreams from reality so he had no way to answer that.

"I don't know."

"You don't know."

"No."

"Shouto, have you ever randomly kissed anyone, even tried to?" Shouto knew the answer to this one.