Stockhomsyndrome Stories

Days, Weeks, Months pass without help. Locked in the same dull grey room and this figure brings you things you need. Usually you stay silent until they spoke and you answered. It's a daily cycle till you start falling for this hooded figure.

Basically Izuku has a wing quirk[no he doesn't have chicken legs like hawks don't even ask] and escapes from his own personal black market ring(thank you big brother dabi) and crash lands quite literally into Bakugo's arms(no not bakudeku sry). He tries to deal with his minor ptsd and major Stockholm syndrome through vigilantism with Todoroki after they bond over trauma. also inko is here too. enjoy good friend (edit: ohohoho this is getting complex) cover art isn't mine ⚠️tw'⚠️ ptsd and panic attacks implied sexual assault but only for like 2 sentences and very vague purely to add to your angsty experience torture(whoops how'd that get in there*pretends i didn't write that into the fic*) gay...just gay

There he stood. Wearing grey joggers and a black hooded sweater. Every time he took a step towards me I took a step back, until I was finally pressed up against the wall. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take good care of you" he whispers soothingly in my ear. "No please don't" I say so weakly you can barely hear it. "I promise" he says picking me up and carrying me to his car. "Night babe" is the last thing I hear before the whole world is dark.

All one can ask in a significant other is to know them well. To take care of them and be by their side always. That is the perfect relationship. But, what if it goes to far? A young boy wished for that in his life and it was granted, with some extra problems. Problems like being isolated, threatened, and his every move being watched.