Mint Green (Dekutodo)

Chapter.3.

Lots of time passed or not. Shoto wasn't sure but he was sure that it was long enough for his whole body to be aching from sitting in the wooden chair for so long. He was tired and wanted to just lay down on a soft bed. Of course that was just a stupid fantasy that won't happen any time soon.

Then the door of the dark room opened and the lights got turned on. Shoto cursed the man once more in his head as the light blinded him. He tensed his body and looked at Midoriya who was holding a tray of food. At that Shoto's mouth watered but he soon snapped his eyes to Midoriya's and settled on giving him a glare. The other only smiled when he saw his beloved in the same place where he left him.

"Good morning love~ i brought you breakfast! I know you must be hungry since yesterday you had nothing to eat." Shoto only glared harder but if he could speak he'd curse the man like a sailor. Tho he still listened enough to make a mental note that he was here one whole day. Of course if Midoriya wasn't lying and it had only been two hours. No. Shoto couldn't think like that or he'd really go crazy.

Midoriya set the tray of food on the floor before walking across the room and dragging up another chair. Shoto only now took a good look around the room and noticed a few things.
There was only one door and that was the one Midoriya took to come in and out. There seemed to be a very small window on his right side that was barred with wooden desks as to not let any light inside. He noticed that the floor was dirty and made of cement. He was still dressed into his previous clothing so at least he had his dignity in check. There was only one lightbulb to light up the room and it was in the middle of the room. Besides all of that and an extra chair, the room was empty.

Shoto was brought out of his thoughts as Midoriya sat in front of him with the food tray now in his lap. Shoto stared at the food and saw it was rice and fish with miso soup. He was then reminded of his hunger as his atomach growled.
Midoriya chuckled slightly which caused Shoto to snap his eyes back up to the other and continue his glaring game.

"I came here to say that i think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday" started Midoriya and Shoto only stared at him.
"I shouldn't have hit you yesterday and I'm sorry for doing so. I understand you need time to adjust and that you may not like this at first." god how it pissed Shoto off that the man was talking to him like he was a child that's going to kindergarten.
"Hnmfm!" he tried to curse at him and he hoped Midoriya got the massage. If he did he didn't show it.

"I love you Shoto, i really do and you have to understand that I'm doing this for you, for us! And it pains me to hurt you. But if it's necessary to keep you safe i will do it." he spoke and his eyes suddenly darkened, making Shoto flinch back slightly. Midoriya stared into his eyes unblinking.
"I want you to understand how much i love you. I spend everyday thinking about you. I think about you and i want to feel you but I'm restraining myself, that's how much i love you. I could take advantage of you but i won't, cause i respect you. I could kill all those usless people you call friends. But i won't. Not until you see that they are necessary to get rid off."

Shoto felt beyond horrified. This man was ready to kill for him?! To murder the people Shoto loved out of his own sick love?
He tried. He really tried to restrain his tears but imagining Momo dead or Fuyumi or Natsuo...it was a terrifying sight. Tears once more ran down his cheeks as he stared at Midoriya with wide eyes. Shoto felt his hands tremble at the horrifying images that flashed before his eyes. And before he knew it muffled sob escaped him. God he felt so pathetic that he couldn't stare at Midoriya's eyes anymore, instead staring at the floor.
"Shhh it's ok. You won't need them i promise. I'll give you more and you'll be happier then ever." said Midoriya as he brushed the tear off his face.
No. Shoto thought and felt even more tears fall as he shook his head not wanting to listen to this anymore. He just wanted to go home and forget this sycho.