Do Not Let Your Past Define You

Chapter 4: Weak

TW: Panic attacks, suffocation, and mentions of rape and torture. Do not read if you can't handle these subjects. 

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Weak: Noun- lacking the power to perform physically demanding tasks; lacking physical strength and energy

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'Izuku...'

'Come here.'

Izuku shivered at the cold, angry words. Sensei wasn't pleased. But that wasn't right, Izuku hadn't done anything wrong yet. Why was Sensei angry?

'Yes Sensei?'

He hated how his voice shook on the question. He hated how he had to even ask it. He knew what was going to happen.

'Izuku, you are going to train with Muscular. Do not object. He will do as he sees fit.'

Izuku nodded. He was always nodding. He never disobeyed, he knew the punishment for that. He was too scared to try again.

Izuku walked out of the room with Muscular. He knew what was coming. He didn't want to leave, Sensei angry was better than Muscular doing anything. But he couldn't go against Sensei. Sensei controlled everything, including him.

'Well, little Izuku, someone has made Sensei angry,'

The way he said his name, it was terrifying. It was cold and dark and had some sort of disgusting longing that it always did when Izuku was forced to train with Muscular.

'And now we have to punish you, you know that, don't you, Izuku?'

Muscular threw Izuku on the ground, and stood over him. Izuku trembled. He knew what was coming.

He knew what was coming when Muscular undid his belt.

He knew what was coming when he touched Izuku.

He knew what was coming when Muscular growled his name, deep in his throat.

'Izuku.'

'Izuku"

Izuku

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"Izuku! Izuku fucking Midoriya, wake up right now, or God help me-"

Izuku's eyes snapped open, gasping for breath. He needed air. He needed to breathe, God, why couldn't he breathe?

Frantically, he sucked in a gulp of air, and that's when the memories he'd revisited during his unconsciousness flooded his mind.

Suddenly, it was even harder to breath.

Absolute panic engulfed his entire being as he hyperventilated on the ground. His chest felt tight, his mind fuzzy, all rational thought thrown out the window. His hands fluttered wildly, their objective unclear, and he began to shake so violently that his already blurred vision worsened.

And the memories of Muscular, of what he'd done-God, Izuku wished he could erase those memories, and he still couldn't fucking breathe. He sobbed hysterically, eyes squeezed shut. The feeling of absolute terror flooded his body, engulfing all his senses, and suddenly he was there again, and Sensei was standing over him, and-

"Izuku. Listen to me."

A voice cut through the fog.

"You aren't there anymore, whatever you're remembering, it was all in the past. You're safer now."