Breathe ✓ (⛔)

Hahahahah ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᴬˡˡ ᴹᶦᵍʰᵗ

"Come on, young Bakugou, we need to talk. Excuse us" All Might said as he placed a hand on Katsuki's shoulder with a smile.

To others, it looked harmless, as if they'd be going to talk about something without any bad thoughts or actions. Katsuki, however, barely kept himself from wincing under the hero's tight grip.

He was led to the hallway, where they walked until they came across the supply closet. Katsuki swallowed hard, his hands trembling.

The door locked behind them, All Might tucked the key back into his pocket.

"Now then, you know the deal"

Katsuki knelt down, eyes on the floor. "I don't– I can't do this any–" His hair was grabbed. "Please"

"It's not so hard, just sit there and look pretty. After all, I could get all of this out, I can post it everywhere"

Katsuki finally looked up, tears on his lashes. His eyebrows were partly furrowed, halfway broken and halfway mad. He wasn't sure what to do.

Finally, All Might smiled. "That's the face. Perfect"

"Please" Katsuki whispered out, voice a pitch higher in wavering desperation. He couldn't physically move and get out of the situation, he had far enough experienced what that entailed if he tried.

The hero didn't seem to care, it was all fake. The whole ruse that the class believed, everyone believed.

His throat constricted as the hero tied a cord around it, tightening until Katsuki's tears fell and his breathing became erratic.

He hated this.

The hero pulled out a pocket knife and grinned, smile never leaving his crazed look. All Might pulled off Katsuki's uniform jacket, haphazardly tossing it somewhere across the closet onto a shelf.

He didn't move when the man lifted his shirt, inspecting any changes. When none were found, the man hummed.

"Good boy" Katsuki let out a choked sob at the words. The hero simply continued to smile as he began removing Katsuki's shirt, unbuttoning it and sliding it off. Bandages across his stomach and ribs were then unwrapped.

Words and shapes lay across his pearl skin in the form of cut flesh and blood ink.

The knife neared his skin as the hero crouched. Katsuki didn't dare move, the knot around the cord was a slipknot, it would only hurt him more if he tried to pull away.

He'd learnt his lesson. The hero never fixed it if it he accidentally pulled it tight.

Now that his shirt had been removed, the hero circled back to tie Katsuki's wrists together. He couldn't resist, couldn't move. The cord around his neck held him upright as his fear paralyzed him.

His mouth was wretched open and a pill pushed in. He'd learnt to choke it down than to try and spit it out. He hated this. He hated living like this.

He hated it.

Hated.

Hated.

Hated.

Hated.

This situation he was in was slowly making him go insane. Every day he lived like this was further torture.

The urge to end it always got stronger. If he pulled around, he could try and choke himself, if he shifted, he could have the knife go too far in.