{Villian Deku X Civilian Bakugou.
-Warnings-
Nonconsensual Drug Use
Slight Violence
Angst}
Love is nothing more than a distraction. Just something to get in the way of me becoming number one. That's what I always thought. Hell it's why I turned away Deku when I realized I cared about him. I didn't have time for any love though so I pushed him away. I pushed him right into the arms of the villians. It ruined me when he was gone. It ruined me so much that I stopped using the quirk that caused him to leave.
I sat with a group heroes asking why I called out to one of the villians they were trying to stop. Asking why the villian tried to take me with him when he left. I didn't answer not even believing in myself. I should have, it could have prevented what happened. I should have to told them that the boy who I thought I killed was somehow alive and kicking without so much as a scar. They probably would have arrested me, but that would have been better than what really happened.
Eventually they let me go. Not having a good reason to keep a fifteen year old boy in custody. That would be their mistake when they realized I never went back to that shit hole of a home.
I had walked out of the room only to run into a ball of sunshine with shitty hair and sharp teeth. Back than I didn't know who the hell he was, barely noticing that he had on that all too familiar uniform that Deku could have worn. He was talking about how manly I was, but I ignored him walking away when he asked for my name. I should have told him. We could have talked. Maybe we could have been friends or maybe something more, but that's not what happened. Instead I walked into an alley way where a ghost was waiting for me.
I can remember asking myself many variations of 'Would mom even miss me?' while I was in the trunk of an unknown car for who knows how long.
After Deku's so called death she blamed me even more then I blamed myself. Her slaps turned to punches and kicks. Her previous yells turning into what I used to call him. Useless. Bastard. Worthless. Mistake.
Those questions were answered in 'No she wouldn't miss me. She'll be happy when she realizes I'm gone.' as I was brought into a filthy warehouse by a stranger. Stripped until I was bare with nothing, but a strange collar on. That collar quickly became my own personal nightmare as I was shocked again and again untill my mind went numb when I tried to fight them. I shoukd have used my quirk, but I couldn't bring myself too. The villian jamed a needle into my neck and pumped me full of some kind of drug that made my body burn. By the time I reached Deku all my sence of reason was gone. It was painful, and I begged him for something. I begged him to break me and he did.
He left me with bruises and blood soaked skin before he asked me if I loved him. I remember tearfully clinging to him saying I do wanting him to end the suffering and he smiled before chaining me beside a dog bed. That was the last time he used a drug on me.
He didn't kill me, instead he had me join him. He used my love and made it into obedience and that love hasn't faded in the four years I've been here. My mind surprisingly stayed sane minus a few things and my body was intact for the most part.
"What the fuck is this?" I stared at the newspaper in front of me. On the front page were pictures of the up and coming heroes, but that's not what got me. There surrounded by a bunch of hearts was the half and half son of the number one hero. I held the paper in my hands tightly enough to rip it.
"Deku what the fuck?!" My voice echoed around the apartment before I ran to the bedroom where Deku was still asleep.
"What do you want?" As I stepped into our shared room Deku was on his bed wearing a red and blue shirt with the words Shoto written boldly in the center.
"How many times have I told you to stop obsessing over him?" He flashed me a grin that almost had me backing up. The last time he smiled like he had the human hand job almost kill me.
"My dear Katchan... I've told you so many times. Yet you never learn." My hands instinctively went to my throat. It was covered in scars wear the collar used to sit. He only took it off a few months ago, but it was still here in the bedside table taunting me.
I quickly bowed to him the way I was taught. My knees and hands on the floor face only slightly above them.
"I'm sorry boss." I didn't dare to look up as he walked towards me. His hand stroaked my hair lightly before bending down infront of me.
"See even you can be a good boy if you try." He gave me a quick kiss before leaving the room for once not commenting on the flush that no doubt appeared on my face.
"Damn you Deku."
