Tomura and his Pet

The Grand Master

Izuku scratched at its collar, adjusting the metal rings. It lay in its bed, lightly blinking at the door. It could have passed the time by playing with its toys, but it didn't believe it deserved to do that. It wanted to make its master proud by showing him its obedience and loyalty. And a part of Izuku told it to stalk the door just in case Master came in hurt.

It nodded off every so often, waking up with a head shake. Izuku felt rather fidgety, scratching at its skin and joints. It forced a hand underneath its shirt and fiercely rubbed its nipple. Master never touches its nipples. Or when he does, it's to see Izuku whimper and squirm. It doesn't mind, though. It likes to please the Master in any way possible.

Its nipple rubbed against its shirt, sending its nerves to go haywire. Izuku curled up its shirt and rutted its chest into the bed, trying to get the itch away.

Izuku whimpered while rubbing its flesh. The bed was inadequate. Izuku stood up and shifted so that its body was on the bed with its chest on the floor. The cold ground helped the itching subside, leaving only a mild ache.

The sound of muffled zoosh stopped Izuku's movement, shooting its head up. It scrambled back into bed, eying the door. It quickly uncurled its shirt and sat up, its head hitting the roof.

It knew where that sound came from and it was easy to guess. Kurogiri's warp gate. Izuku had the 'pleasure' of going inside a few of his portals when he was younger and sometimes now. Though Tomura doesn't like it. Something about the warp gate gives it unnecessary trauma flashbacks.

Izuku whined, patting the floor. The itch throbbed under its skin, trying to make itself known. Izuku shook its head; it would itch later.

A sense of dread bottled up made it quiver. Many things could've happened to its Master in the time away. It wanted its feelings to be wrong; it really did. 'Cause if that's the case, Master would be okay. Perhaps Izuku is overthinking things and is afraid Master will abandon him.

Izuku rolled its neck, its collar digging into its skin. A piercing yell made it freeze, eyes flaring wide open.

A yell of painful anguish echoed across the room, coming from the bar. Izuku whined. It wanted to be wrong. Master is okay, not hurt. That wasn't Master. Izuku whines louder, stomping its fists.

Izuku felt its heart shatter against its ribs with every breath. A thick layer of sweat seeped onto its skin, making its skin prickle. Izuku whined for Master, terrified he was hurt.

It felt its body move on its own, as if it was the co-pilot. It rammed its fist into the wooden door, whining louder, trying to get Master's or anyone else's attention.

It needed to know Master was okay!

Izuku bumped its head into the frame, tears dripping onto its knees. A thumping sent eerie cracks into the walls, the steps popping underneath the pressure.

Izuku scrambled back on its elbows, shifting itself away from the door and to the bed. The door crept open, and a pale hand pulled the door away. They stepped into the green light and glanced around with purpose.

Izuku felt obligated to say hello, waving a hand.

It needed to.

As this was Master's Sensei, The Grand Master

"Aw, Izu," in a split second, it felt itself being lifted into the air and cradled in a stiff chest, an enormous hand holding its head. Izuku felt more tears drip into the black suit the Grand Master was wearing.

There have been many times when Izuku was paralysed from fear of seeing him in his black, covering mask. It was even worse when Izuku saw him in person without it. The fact that he had no eyes or ears, but only a piercing smile, spooked him.