Tomura and his Pet

The Mist

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Tomura rolled his eyes at the closing speech, a red-haired kid saying something about courage and having faith in heroes. He wanted to scream at the itch pulsing under his fingertips. "Touch something," his mind kept on saying. The Sports Festival was nothing like how he remembered it from the previous years. Last year, he made Izuku cockwarm him for the full day, busy observing the first years, second years, and third years. It was a relaxing day, just him and his pet watching TV from his desk. This year, though, he was taking notes. At work, he was doing work.

The League needed to scope out the new and upcoming heroes to make sure no one was too powerful. If they were, it was his job to record their name and quirk and tell Sensei all about them. For some reason, he left it up to him to do all the research. Tomura "needed" more analytical training.

Instead of having Izuku warm his cock, he needed his full attention on the monitor. He was going to have Izuku under the desk and suck his cock for the day as he recorded the notes. Sensei forbade him from doing such a thing. He couldn't afford misinformation. He knew Tomura would pay more attention to Izuku than the stupid sports festival.

The itchiness persisted. The boy's speech was boring and long, expressing his gratitude for winning; his grin, spiky teeth poking out. The winner, Tomura, wanted to laugh. Unlike any other sports festival he has seen, this one was the most dramatic. In the one-on-one battles, Endeavour's son walked out of the ring, as well as an explosive kid, allowing the red-haired kid to win.

All for a speech?

The winner said his goal was to continue searching for his friend to save him. He's coming. "A green-haired kid," he specified, going into great detail. Short, freckled, pale, timid, green, and adorable.

Izuku.

His pet.

At first thought, he threw his headphones off and whipped around. "Shit," he cursed, over and over again. Protection, he told himself. They need more security. He needs to tell Sensei. He had no idea who any of those kids who were acting strangely were. Especially the red-haired one. How does he know his pet? Were they friends? Shit—he needs to talk to Sensei. Did Izuku have any friends before coming to Tomura? He didn't think so, as Sensei advised, because Izuku was quirkless and lonely—utterly useless. Why would anyone, besides Tomura, want to be around shit like that?

Perhaps he screwed himself over by mentioning Izuku at the USJ. No secrets, though! Just say "my pet" a couple of times. No one would make the connection, right? He nonetheless needs to talk to Sensei. Ask him if Izuku had any friends from before, what to do, and how to protect Izuku.

"Izuku!" As he twirled, his eyes widened into spheres. No, no no. "Izuku!" He snapped up, rushing around the bed, throwing the stuffies around, just in case Izuku was hiding underneath. He fell to his knees, waving a hand under the bed. Izuku's bed was thrown around, a blanket being thrown around. The wardrobe? The bathroom? The bed?

Nothing.

Izuku was gone.

"Shit! Izuku! " He called out, rising to the door, paranoia coming to full force. He flung open the door and slammed it shut.

Wait.

He slid to a stop, pivoting his foot. Sweat beading in his threads, he walked back inside, looking at the hooks. Everything was there, except Izuku's leash.

The green flamboyant leash

Two things came to mind as he threw the door open, skipping steps in his run. For one, someone could be walking Izuku. Two, Izuku left with his leash, which was operant conditioned to do so, and ran away. Two drastic solutions