TodoBaku - I Will Protect You

Flashback

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER

Todoroki was around 13 years old. He had already taken several blows to the stomach. Resulting in a puddle of vomit at his feet.

"Get up! Lazy! Arrogant! You are weak! You're punishment will be much worse if this keeps up." He glowered at Todoroki.

His training soon ended with threats coming from his father. He knew tonight wouldn't be an easy night for himself. 

He just decided to take a nap. Hoping that he would sleep through the worst of it. 

He slowly started to wake, but something was different. He couldn't pull his arms or legs towards himself. When he looked he saw that his arms and legs were tied to the bed.

He screamed trying to get someone to come in. But the noise was muffled. He tried to asses what all happened. He looked around and realized that he had no shirt, or pants on.

He was left there in just his boxers.

His breathing started speeding up. He knew what was waiting for him when his father came back.

What did I do wrong? Why is this happening...

Tears started to form in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling.

Not long after he heard his bedroom door creak open. He looked over as Endeavor walked into the room. 

He shot a glare at his father, his eyes full of hate and resentfulness.

Endeavor walked over to the bed and struck Todoroki hard in the face. 

His body flinched and he tried to pull his hand to him. But the ropes only cut into his skin. He tried to cry out. But his voice wouldn't come.

- Time Skip -

Todoroki was curled up in a ball. His arms wrapped around himself, his whole body shaking. 

His insides hurt and he couldn't move. He looked down at his wrists. They were shaking and red from the ropes.

He whimpered quietly as he looked at his legs which had taken most of the beating this time. There were deep purple bruises on his thighs.

Tears started to stream from his eyes as he put his head on his knees sobbing. This continued until the hands of sleep finally pulled him in. Drifting him off to a glorious state of unconsciousness.