Kagome Kagome

At the end of the lifeless corridor

"Oh, for fucks sake!" The man growled.

He stomped towards the purple haired boy that he called Kansei, and ripped the knife out of his hands.

"Taking all the paper and stationery wasn't enough for you?!" He grabbed onto Kansei's uninjured hand harshly, and pulled him out, ignoring the whimper of pain the boy let out.

Midoriya couldn't help but stare at the cuts on Kansei's arm. The blood had been wiped off, but the cuts were starting to bleed out again, and they were too strategically placed for it to be just random cuttings.

"Just stay here and don't move until I come back, brat!" The man spat.

He tilted his head as the man dragged Kansei out of the room, eyes glued onto the boy's arm.

Shinsou Hitoshi.

He could barely make out the last hiragana.

But he couldn't stop the thoughts that were running through his mind.

It was clearly a name.

Someone's name. The man said they called him Kansei. Were the words carved into his arm the boy's real name? Or was it someone else's name?

Midoriya didn't know anymore. Why would he hurt himself?! Why would he carve a name into his own flesh?!

And most importantly, why did he have a muzzle?!

Midoriya so desperately wanted to rip the thing off the poor boy's face. He couldn't even open his mouth with that damned thing on.

He hoped that the boy they called Kansei was eating properly.

He committed the hiragana characters to memory. It was clearly important to him, so he would remember it. No matter what those hiragana characters meant.

Midoriya sat down on the floor, unsure of which bed was the one that belonged to the other boy. He didn't know how long he had to wait for the other boy to come back, and he fiddled with the hem of his clothes uneasily.

The door clicked open, and the man shoved Kansei back into the room. The boy flailed, slamming into the ground, and hissed as he rubbed his arm that was now covered in bandages.

"Behave. Dinner is in half an hour. Kansei, mess up one more time, and you won't like it."

He slammed the door, and the first thing Midoriya did was to rush over to the boy's side.

"Are you okay?"

The boy just glared at him, and growled. He attempted to say something, but the muzzle prevented him from even opening his mouth. He grabbed the muzzle, and tried to pull it off his face, but it seemed to hurt him as he did so.

"Hey stop! You'll hurt yourself!" Midoriya grabbed the boy's hands, pulling them away from the muzzle. "It should have a buckle. Turn around. I'll help you get it off."

The boy looked at him, confusion in his eyes, and he looked around the room. The room was completely barren, with just the two tables and beds. There weren't any chairs, books, paper, anything at all.

The boy let out another growl, and stared at his palm. He dragged his nails across his palm, and Midoriya instantly panicked. "Stop it! Stop hurting yourself!"

The boy just hissed at him, and Midoriya noticed that it seemed like he was trying to write something on his palm with his nails.

"Stop! Hold on!" Midoriya yelped, before hesitantly sticking out his palm.

"Trace it."

The boy looked at him in confusion, before carefully reaching out to grab Midoriya's hand. Midoriya twitched at the contact, and the boy flinched, looking up at Midoriya.