All For One's Child (Kiribaku X Reader)

Chapter Seventeen: You/I Deserve This

(Y/n) POV

I jolted awake as I was hit. My hands were tied around the back of the chair with chains while my legs were tied to the legs.

"You're a stupid child." All for one spat at me. "You're a stupid liar." He glared at me. Anger was burning in his eyes but we held the stare until he broke it by going to pick up a bat in the corner of the room.

He brought it back over to me and put a hand around my throat and tightening his grip. I started silently choking. Gasping for breath that wasn't within my reach. My eyes went blurry before he let go. I started coughing and sucking in breath after breathing trying to keep my heartbeat steady and my anxiety to a low level.

The bat collided with my right cheek. "You stupid Bitch. You left when you were under MY protection." I scoffed as I looked back up at him. "Protection, that's what you call it? I would call it a nightmare." He hit me again only this time on my left cheek. "If I want you to speak, I'll say." I looked up at him, this time saying nothing. "Good. I'll be back in a little bit. For now, Shigaraki and Dabi will be keeping you company." I watched them walk in through the door and All for one walk out.

They each picked up a chair and brought it over to where I was; sitting on it and staying quiet. I avoided their eyes. I didn't want to see them. I didn't want to know them. I didn't want anything to do with them. Not anymore.

"Any chance you get, you disobey him. Even after he looked after you." I closed my eyes at Dabi's words. "He fed you, he raised you, he lifted you up when you were sad." "He was the reason I was sad!" I exclaimed; looking up at them. They each had a blank expression. "You don't know what I've been through. Maybe you were right Dabi. We don't know anything about each other and I plan to keep it that way."

Kirishima's POV

There was a knock at my door. I was in my room cuddling up to Bakugou. We let out some tears while I had a meltdown. It wasn't fair. Why did she do that?

"Hang on Shitty Hair. I'll go and open the door." I sat up off of him while he went to the door. I blocked the world out of every sense I had so all I basically heard was a lot of mumbling. I didn't care. We need her back. Allmight needs her back. Me and Bakugou need her back. We need to go and get her.

Bakugou came back over to me and kissed my forehead. "Uraraka said foods ready. Are you coming?" I nodded and got up. I didn't know why I agreed. I haven't been out of my room for two days.

We sat down at the table with everyone else although, mentally, I wasn't with everyone else. I was trying to figure out a plan. Me and Bakugou already have some ideas but we haven't told the others yet.

"Are you okay, Kirishima?" I was brought back to reality by Midoriya's voice. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just lost in thought." He gave me a soft smile. "We get that you miss her. We all miss her. I promise we will get her back. We got Kacchan, didn't we?" I nodded. "Yeah, we did. Thanks Midoriya." He rested a hand on my shoulder. "No problem." He then walked to his seat next to Todoroki.

I stayed there saying nothing and leaning onto Bakugou's shoulder for support. I just felt tired. I needed to go to sleep.

"Attention Everyone." I snapped awake from my sleep-awake state. Aizawa gave me a sympathetic look but I just smiled. "Okay, me and the pro heroes are working on a plan to get (Y/n) back so don't worry about that." That put me at ease. I saw Allmight in the corner with his significant smile but something was wrong with it. His smile was there but his eyes were dull.

"Also, we are going to have a new student starting tomorrow. Do whatever you want with that information." Aizawa then walked out with Allmight following behind him. I pushed my plate of food that I didn't touch away from me and walked out of the room pulling Bakugou with me. I pushed him onto my bed and cuddled up to him. He muttered something under his breath but I decided to ignore it. "I love you Bakugou." I said as I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend. "Yeah, yeah. Same." I let out a breathy laugh as I fell asleep in his arms.

(Y/n) POV

I woke up again. This time on a bed with my arms in handcuffs attached to a chain on the wall. I sighed as I led looking at the ceiling. 'I'm fucked.' I thought. I felt a liquid roll down my face. I wiped my head onto the pillow that was under my head and saw blood.

The door opened. I didn't bother looking at them. I led back onto my back and looked back up at the ceiling. "Do you want something to eat?" Asked a raspy voice. "No, I don't want your poison." Shigaraki came and sat onto the bed beside me. "It's not. It's just toast." I scoffed. "Oh, and how am I supposed to eat that when my hands are covered with metal?" He lifted up a slice but keeping his pinky finger off of it. He brought it to my mouth. I bit, I chewed then swallowed the toast. "Thank you." I muttered.

Once I finished eating, he placed the plate onto the table beside the bed and looked at the door before looking back at me. "I'm sorry but you shouldn't of left." I closed my eyes and led back. "I didn't sell anybody out." I looked at him and he had a shocked expression. "You didn't? We just assumed that..." "You jumped to a conclusion." I interrupted.

"Leave." I instructed. He sighed and left the room.

I waited a couple of seconds before I let my emotions out. Tears fell down my face as I tried to keep my sobs to a minimum sound. I missed being with my friends. I miss my father. I miss Kirishima and Bakugou. I need them but I chose this path. Only to protect them. I need them alive even if I know that I won't make it out that way.

I was too in thought and engrossed into my own emotions that I didn't realise the door opening and locking. They grabbed my hair and dragged me onto the floor.  Punch collided with my face a couple of times. My face stung as blood oozed out of my lip and slid down my face from my nose. I didn't even have any time to complain because they brought a knife to my arm and sliced multiple cuts into it. Each one stung more than the last. It cut deep but not enough to kill me.

My 'dad' stood me up and trapped my against the wall placing the point of the knife to my stomach after he pulled up my shirt. "You deserve this." I tried to fight it as the pain was unbearable but I couldn't. His grip was strong and his productions of my movements were perfect. He pulled the blade across my flesh in a slow and triple painful manner.

'I deserve this.'