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Midoriya was cold. It seeped into his clothes, and clung to him like a wet blanket. He huddled in the corner of his small room and felt the hard stone press against him. The collar they put on him dug into his flesh. He wanted to scream, to cry, to do something other than sit there uselessly in the corner of his cage of a room. He wanted his family back. But he knew no matter how much he screamed they wouldn't come. Not after what they did. Not after they killed the only family he had left. He really wished he could cry. TW!!! Suicidal thoughts