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Tomura liked the boy because he was so submissive.
Dabi possessed the boy because the boy needed him.
Overhaul liked the boy because he was quirkless.
And he was so receptive. And sensitive. His young body was like a lit fuse, and they all enjoyed How his face would turn ruby red from lust or embarrassment.
The boy never gave his name, and was selectively mute.
Overhaul had seen the child first. He had was being beat on by another boy his age who called him Deku. The child just took the beating, but he had overheard his abuser say the boy was quirkless, and that was why he deserved the pain. A sad sight of the filth of society, but he had moved on.
He did frequent the place more. And he would see the child again, sometimes be beat around by the same boy and his lackeys, sometimes alone. He always had bruises, or walked with a limp. After a while, overhaul would always take time to see if the boy was still in the same place.
Shigaraki had actually gotten close to the boy first.
He had been walking out of the bar when he spotted the thing hunkered down and out of the rain at the time.
He was dirty, disgusting. Frail looking, and bruises littered his body. By the wear and tear on his clothes and grime covering the boy, probably homeless. He couldn’t be older than fourteen. What Shigaraki focused on though was his eyes.
Shigaraki had never seen a body that young with eyes that haunted and hurt but still so innocent. He saw the recognition in the child’s eyes of who he was, especially when Shigaraki told him, but to the villain’s surprise, the boy didn’t even try to move. The child flinched when Shigaraki placed all but his thumb on his head, but he didn’t stop staring.
It was as if the child didn’t fear the painful death.
It was that staring that shook Tomura. What made him take his hand off.
Those green eyes seemed to haunt him for the rest of the night. When he came back the next day, the boy had left.