『Anxieties』 rddk

•five•

•trigger warning•

Midoriya was still locked inside his own mind, only catching glimpses and flickers of the outside world as Rody drove them back to the dorm, a heavy silence weighing on them. After he pulled over, trying to comfort the younger boy he realized he wouldn't get a response. The auburn haired male was speeding now, going a good 10mph over the posted limit, wanting to get back as soon as possible. He didn't know how to help the greenette that was absentmindedly staring out the window, but maybe his friends Shoto or Hitoshi did, and if they didn't perhaps Katsuki did.

Are you fucking gay? The voice echoed in his mind, ricocheting around every crevice. Do you like him Midoriya? The voice taunted him, venom dripping off every syllable as it seeped into his skin. You're fucking disgusting it voiced again, the words piercing his thoughts like small knives. I won't have a f*g as a son that sentence replayed itself, over and over again, each time sending a new wave of hatred through his bones.

Midoriya couldn't cry, he couldn't scream, he couldn't even blink on his own accord. His body was stiff, yet completely numb, and his mouth wouldn't move regardless of his fleeting efforts to speak. His vision blurred once more as another sentence rang through his head, this one younger than his fathers, a voice he never wanted to hear. You're such a slut Midoriya it sang out, crashing into his chest, tugging on his lungs. You're gay, this will help you change that she muttered, her long painted nails gripping his small waist, lips resting again his ear.

He wanted to stop, he wanted to shake the thoughts and feelings away like he always did, but for some unknown reason he couldn't. He sat there screaming in agony, the sound falling on deaf ears. His skin was on fire, yet cold to the touch, and his vision had blurred so much he could see the woman hovering above him. She was topless, like she was everytime he saw her, and her hair was pulled up in a messy topknot. Her hands ran down the boys chest, landing on the waist band of his jeans. As she fiddled with his button and zipper Midoriya felt a different pair of hands reach around him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to push whoever it was off of him and tell them to leave him alone, but he couldn't move.

Once Rodys arms were hooked under the greenettes legs and shoulders, he hoisted him up, the boy surprisingly lighter than expected. He kicked the passenger door shut before speed walking towards the dorms, kicking the door a few times, praying someone would open it and let him in. He was greeted by crimson eyes and unruly blonde hair, a face painted with anger before his gaze dropped to the limp boy in his arms.

Midoriya seemed lifeless, the only proof of life was his chest rising and falling with each breath he took, and Katsuki backed up. Rody pushed forwards, making his was towards the blonde and greenettes room, the taller male following close behind. He reached around the auburn haired male, shoving the door open and giving him a moment to walk inside before kicking the door shut. Rody laid the limp boy on his bed, his eyes unfocused and hazy, causing the blonde to send an angry quip in his direction.

"What the fuck did you do to him?"

Rody turned around, his grey eyes locking with fiery crimson ones, a look of desperation flashing across his face. His mouth opened, but he closed it afterwards, just shrugging in confusion before sitting on the floor. He reached for the greenettes hand, whispering to the boy and he rubbed his thumb across his fingers. Bakugou sat down beside him, confusion etched into his face as he tried to decipher how to break the boy out of his trancelike state.

Midoriya however was screaming, tears backlogged behind his unfocused eyes, locked in the vivid memories of the woman violating him in a dire attempt to change him. To fix him. Rody crawled onto the bed, laying down behind the smaller male and wrapping his arms around the boys waist, his nose pressed into his green locks. Bakugou took the boys frail hand, copying the auburn haired males movements from earlier, trying to bring some form of comfort to the boy.