Mental Hospitals are meant to help people right?
But what if they don't?
Izuku Midoriya is a suicidal teenager wanting nothing more than to end it all
He meets two boys the same age as him
One has anger issues, blowing anything and everything up if...
Izuku fell to the ground as he was shoved from behind. His eyes watered as the fresh cuts on his wrists reopened.
"Stop trying Izuku. You know it's useless."
The green haired male stared at the ground, not daring to meet eye contact with the guard standing over him.
The guard frowned and harshly grabbed Izuku's face. Forcing Izuku to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." Venom laced his words as he pushed Izuku harshly again.
The guard stood up, shaking his head. "Tch. You're no fun." He walked out the door, locking it, before he opened the flap, his gaze burning into the crumpled state of Izuku.
"You are to be in here for as long as the head doctors say you are to be in here. I've gotten permission to have some... fun with you. And I must say I am looking forward to it." Izukus eyes widened as he turned towards the guard. Tears cascading down his rosy cheeks. "God. I wish I could mess with you right now. But don't fret, they only have to monitor you for an hour or two. After that your mine."
The guard slammed the flap shut as his laugh echoed into the hallways. Fading away as he walked further and further from the room Izuku was locked in.
The room in question looked a bit like this:
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Yes it's not a typical hospital room, but it's all for the plot I've just made up right now darlings
Izukus hands grabbed at his hair as he pulled at it, sobs escaped his lips as he backed up into the corner. A camera following his every move.
After 5 minutes, the lights switched off, leaving him alone in the darkness.
Izukus eyes flicked around as he continued to see the shadows of monsters. The red flashing light on the camera didn't help his anxiety. A deep crackled voice came through a speaker, which as expected, scared the living shit out of him.
"Listen Izuku. We're just going to give you some gas to make you fall asleep, it doesn't harm you in any way. You'll wake up in 30 to 70 minutes. Stay calm and don't resist the smoke."
Izukus eyes looked up at the speaker, glancing at it curiously. He had never heard this voice before. Unlike the others who teased and hit him, this one had a calming effect.
Izukus eyes didn't widen when he smelt the putrid smelling gas. He didn't flinch or try to block his nose. He just sat there, staring at the wall aimlessly. It was like the voice had said, he stayed calm and didn't resist the gas.
It was weird, usually Izuku would try to get away or claw at the door until his fingers bled. But not this time. It was like he was under someone control...
Izukus eyes felt heavy as his body fell to the side. He faintly heard the click of the door and soft pad of feet. His eyes slowly got lower and lower as the world started to spin. Finally he welcomed the darkness, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Izuku felt the hands roaming on his body. The way the strangers hands ran up and down his bare waist, travelling down to his mid thigh before repeating the process again. He felt kisses being placed all over his body. He felt the wet trail of saliva that was left behind as, what he assumed was a tongue, ran up and down his neck. It pressed against his neck and trailed downwards, stopping at his chest. Izukus anxiety spiked as the man started to suck and circle his tongue around his sensitive nipples.
He didn't like this. He wanted the person to get off him. He wanted to yell and scream, to thrash about and hit whoever this was. But he couldn't. He was trapped in the darkness. Was this some cruel joke being played on him? Izuku wanted to cry, but to no surprise no tears came. No noise escaped his lips and the man's kisses trailed further and further down his body.
He felt at cold fingers slipped into his waistband.
'No.'
He felt as his pants slipped down his legs, a hand slipping under his lower back as it lifted Izukus lower body off of the cold, hard surface. When had he moved into another room?!
'Stop."
The man whistled as Izuku faintly heard him play with a zipper. He lifted Izukus legs and rested them on his shoulders, shuffling around a bit as he positioned Izuku and himself in an unusual position.
'Let go of me!'
Izuku knew what was happening, he knew he couldn't stop anything from happening. He was useless, he couldn't even fight off the man and stall him.
Izuku's heart stopped as he felt something press against his entrance.
He wanted to cry so badly. He wanted this man to get off of him. He wanted to cuddle Katsuki and Shoto on the couch again. He wanted to be anywhere else then where he was right now.
