My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

Withheld From Society

Prompt: What if Izuku and Shouta met in a different way? A horrible way?
Warnings: Child Abuse, Depressive, Angst

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Shouta's POV

Shouta suddenly awakes when he is roughly thrown onto the floor of his cell with his hands and feet tied up. He keeps his facial expressions concealed as he looks up at his captor, who Shouta can't see as he is blindfolded.

How did he get in this position? Shouta's location was given out by somebody as he was supposed to stop a drug ring tonight. Somebody in his agency is a traitor. However, he can worry about that later.

"So this is the great Eraserhead? He doesn't look so great from here!" A cocky male voice echoes through the room.

Suddenly, a dry childish voice speaks up, "I keep telling you that you need some glasses, asshole. It would help hide your face because I certainly don't want to see it." Shouta's heart stops.

There isn't a kid here, is there?

Loud footsteps can be heard around him to the other side of the cell. After a moment of silence, a sickening snap can be heard.

However, the kid (he knows for sure now) just laughs, "Great job, you snapped my spine again! Unlike last time, I can't feel my legs, so you've been working out since last time! May God bless you!" The sarcasm from the kid makes Shouta feel sick.

A kid shouldn't feel like that.

A growl can be heard from the captor, "You're lucky you can be an asset. Otherwise, you would be dead where you stand. I'll make you wait to be healed tomorrow."

"Uh, I want to be dead, though? Have you not been listening to me for the last three months? THAT'S SO RUDE! I'VE BEEN SINGING TO YOU FOR FUCK SAKES!" By the end, the child is coughing heavily.

Shouta is glad he can school is facial expression.

"You are so smart, yet you are stupid enough to scream even though you haven't had water today. Anyway, ignore him, Eraserhead. He's just a brat. Oh, and you can blame him for the lack of furniture in here. He used everything against us. Be ready for some brain-washing later."

With that, the gate closes to leave Shouta in the dark, but his expression immediately changes to worry. He sits up and turns himself to face the boy based on the last place he heard him, "Kid, are you okay?" He makes sure to be gentle.

"Yeah yeah, give me a moment." The boy huffs. That's when Shouta can hear soft whimpers along with shuffling.

"What are you doing? If your spine is injured, you shouldn't be moving at all."

"Don't worry! This is absolutely normal! If you feel something touching your back, it's me. I'm going to remove the blind-fold."

How the hell is the kid able to do so much while a hero hasn't done anything?

"Kid, you don't have to."

"First off, I'm Izuku, not kid. After being here, it's fucking disrespectful to call me kid. Second, if I can get you out of here, then you can come back and save me. Or not. At least I know I saved someone before I die. Here, you mind if I use you as leverage?"

"Go ahead, but be careful. Also, quiet. They could hear us."

"No. The asshats made this area soundproof because of me." How much trouble did this kid cause?

That's when Shouta feels trembling hands grip the back of his uniform. Slowly, the hands grip his shoulders before the weight of the kid is leaned on him. Izuku breaths heavily for a moment.