⭐️If you read the previous parts of this story before August 7, 2024, please reread. I made some changes⭐️
⚠️abuse
Izuku endured three more days of this hell. Occasionally, he had slipped up and called Shigaraki Shigaraki instead of master which resulted in a painful shock. Otherwise, he remained silent.
He quickly discovered that if he was 'good', Shigaraki would feed him once a day. He also found out that these were quirk suppressing chains. So, no matter how hard he tried, there was no way out.
No one had come looking for him, not even Toga. At this point, he had given up any hope he had of getting released. He chalked up Tomura's behavior to jealousy, but he didn't dare to ask.
The door creaked open, letting light in. After being locked in a dark room for days, even the smallest amount of light irritated him. He squinted and looked at the doorway to see an all too familiar figure standing there.
It was way too early to be fed. He feared Tomura would inject him with something again like he had been doing daily since the start of the week. Only for him to come back a few hours later with a disappointed look on his face. He tensed his muscles in preparation for another jab, but when nothing came, he looked up in confusion.
Dabi passed by the doorway with his headphones in. Izuku was so excited to see another face besides Tomura. He was so pumped that he started to squirm to get as close as he could to Dabi.
"Dabi!" He cheered, trying to get his attention, but the music in Dabi's ears drowned out all other sound. His entire body went limp as a shock ran through his body.
"I told you, no talking unless I ask a direct question. Got it?" Tomura hissed.
"Y-yes. Ma-master." Izuku shivered.
"Good boy." Tomura said, ruffling Izuku's hair.
Shigaraki stood up from the crouched position. "As we have spoken about, you are going to be helping with our ambush against class 1 - a tomorrow. If you mess this up in the slightest, you will be severely punished." Tomura growled.
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An angry voice consumed him as he focused on the bumps that came from the rough road. He focused on every bump and shake that came from the bus.
Chatter from the class was drowned out by the constant screaming in his head. He stared at his legs that were trembling from stress.
A feeling of eyes boring into his skull caused him to look up. His gaze met angry red eyes. He stared so deep into the pupils that he forgot who was behind them. The anger of the eyes turned into a soft, worried expression that he didn't expect to see. He clung to this unexpected warmth like it was his lifeline. He clung so tightly to the unusual comfort that it felt like if he looked away for even a minute, he would die.
Those eyes looked like they would listen to him if he dropped all his problems onto them. Usually, prolonged eye contact would make him uncomfortable, but this situation was different. Calmness overwhelmed him to the point that he forgot who was behind those eyes.
A voice boomed from across the bus. He was still closed into himself, so he couldn't understand what the voice was saying.
Even though the anger in the voice was persistent, he still refused to break eye contact. Suddenly, a huge pothole shook the whole bus, breaking him from the newfound security. All the sounds from the bus became clear all at once. Being overwhelmed by the voices, he redirected his gaze back to his lap.
The previously unintelligible booming voice he heard started up again, but this time, the words were clear.
"Deku! Deku?!"
The words were so familiar, but instead of the angry tone that used to linger inside them, they had been overcome by concern.
He almost responded, but he remembered that wasn't his name right now. He raised his head to meet the same red eyes, the previous comforting look covering them again.
All other voices silenced in the bus, the only sound being the rattling of the seats and his labored breathing.
"You alright?" The booming voice quieted, earning a few quiet gasps from the class.
Izuku's breathing hitched at the unexpected softness in Bakugo's voice.
He didn't know how to respond. Lying seemed to be the easiest way out.
"Yeah." He forced out, weaker than he would've liked.
Bakugo got out of his seat and sat beside Izuku. Midoriya's whole body tensed, but he played it off as a chill. He felt everyone's eyes staring at them.
"Can I help you, Katsuki?" Izuku said quietly to avoid his voice cracking.
"I know it's you, Deku." Bakugo said in a hushed tone.
Izuku froze. "I've told you, I have no idea who you're talking about." He tried to avoid this confrontation with every part of himself.
To try and distract himself, he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled at the bindings around his waist through his jacket.
Izuku's POV:
"You can lie as much as you want, but I've already caught on. Why would you leave your mom like that? What are you doing? " Bakugo persisted.
I felt my muscles tense even more as I grasped at the cloth. What am I supposed to say? 'Oh well, everyone hated me, so I decided to hate them back only for it to backfire on me.' No matter how true that is, I'm not going to out myself like that. Maybe there's a way to get out of this.
"I still don't know what you're talking about." Wow, real original Izuku. As if I hadn't said that a million times.
He looked at me with a pain in his eyes. This was so weird. I've known him since we were little, and not once has he ever expressed empathy. I tried to look confused, but that didn't shake him off.
"Deku, seriously. You aren't going to trick me. I've known you for too long for a new hair color, red colored contacts, and make-up to throw me off."
Damn it.
I avoided eye contact. I focused on tracing a loop on my thigh with my finger. No matter how many times I deny him, he's not going to change his mind.
He touched my shoulder with his hand, which made me instinctively flinch. He looked surprised that such a simple motion could make me falter.
"What happened?" He sounded genuinely concerned for me. I ignored the question and looked away.
He moved his hand across my back in a consoling motion. I tried to shake him off, but it was too late. His hand ran over one of the two bumps on my back. I pulled away, hoping that he didn't notice, but he did.
"Deku, what is that?" He asked quietly.
3rd POV:
Izuku jumped to the side, shaking off Bakugo's hand.
"Deku?" Bakugo asked a little louder.
At this point, Izuku was standing in the middle of the aisle. A sudden wave of anger overcoming him.
"I'm not Deku! Stop trying to be the nice person that we both know you aren't! Don't ask me personal questions that you have no business knowing the answer to! You have no place in my life, so stop forcing yourself into it! Just fuck off!" Izuku screamed, all eyes on him.
He moved to the back of the bus where no one was. Ignoring the stares of his classmates became harder with every passing second.
After what felt like a millennium, the bus came to a stop. The moment he was dreading was soon to come.
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A/N:
Sorry for not posting for a while. I kinda lost motivation, but after a while, ideas finally came to me.
The title is from Voices In My Head by Falling in Reverse
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Fanfiction"You're going to help me with Kacc- Katsuki?" Izuku Midoriya is tired of being the odd one out. His anger has built up to a point where it can't be suppressed. He's ready to snap at any moment when he gets an offer. The timeline is off. There's viol...
