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Izuku Midoriya felt the walls of despair closing in around him. It was a gloomy evening, matching his turbulent emotions as he found himself framed for a crime he didn't commit. The once-promising employee of the Tsubasa corporation now stood accused of a first-degree murder, orchestrated by none other than his former boss, Mr. Tsubasa.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Izuku’s mind wandered aimlessly. His mind raced with memories of his time working for Tsubasa, a renowned entrepreneur who had a twisted agenda beneath his charismatic facade.

He remembered confronting his spawn of the evil ex-boss before he get arrested for the crime he did not commit.

"Izuku Midoriya, the unsuspecting pawn in this deadly game," a deep voice echoed from the shadowy figure. The voice sent a chill down Izuku's spine, tinged with a hint of familiarity.

Trepidation filled Izuku's eyes as he recognized the voice. "Mr. Tsubasa," he whispered, clenching his fists, emotions battling within him.

Emerging fully from the shadows, Tsubasa's sinister grin cut through the darkness like a dagger. “Surprised to see me, Midoriya?”

Izuku's eyes narrowed, his determination burning fiercely within him. "What is your endgame, Tsubasa-san? Why frame me for a murder I didn't commit?”

Tsubasa approached slowly, his presence commanding the space around him. "You were becoming a nuisance, Midoriya. Your unwavering sense of justice threatened to expose my true intentions. So, I decided to eliminate you and tarnish your reputation and life in one fell swoop.”

Anger and disbelief surged through Izuku's veins. "You were the one pulling the strings all along. How many innocent lives have you destroyed to achieve your goals?”

A cruel smile curled upon Tsubasa's lips. "In my line of work, sacrifices are necessary for the greater good. But don't worry, Midoriya. This will be your final sacrifice for our corporation. Have a good life in prison.”

Next day, the courtroom was filled with an air of tension as Izuku Midoriya, a once optimistic and determined young man, now found himself in the midst of a nightmarish trial. He sat at the defendant's table, his heart heavy with despair and his mind filled with the echoes of betrayal. The evidence against him seemed overwhelming, and the weight of it threatened to crush him entirely.

As the trial progressed, Izuku's lawyer fought tooth and nail to disprove the false accusations laid out before them. But Tsubasa's cunning was evident as his lawyer presented fabricated evidence and coerced witnesses to testify against Izuku. It felt like an unfair battle, a battle against not just the courtroom, but against fate itself.

Izuku's eyes darted around the room, searching for a friendly face, someone who would stand by him in his darkest hour. But all he saw were skeptical glances, pitying looks, and whispered conversations. It seemed as though everyone had turned their back on him, doubting his innocence and casting him aside as a lost cause.

His gaze eventually landed on Ochako Uraraka, the girl he had once shared a deep bond with. But instead of finding solace in her presence, he saw nothing but disappointment in her eyes. Ochako had been his pillar of support, his guiding light, and now she too had abandoned him when he needed her the most.

Izuku felt a burning rage building up within him, a scream of frustration and anguish begging to be released. But he knew deep down that no amount of shouting would change the minds of those who had already made up their judgment. The world had turned its back on him, and he was left alone, drowning in a sea of despair for the brutal crime he didn’t commit. How could they even think he is capable of murdering a person.

As the trial reached its climax, Izuku's lawyer made one final plea for justice. But his voice seemed feeble against the overwhelming wave of lies and deceit that surrounded them. The judge's gavel came down with a resounding thud, sealing Izuku's fate. Guilty.

The room erupted in murmurs and whispers, and Izuku felt his world shatter into a million irreparable pieces. The weight of the injustice, the betrayal, and the loneliness threatened to crush him completely. He had lost everything—his reputation, his dreams, and the trust of those he held dear.

In that moment, Izuku made a silent vow to himself. He would not let this defeat define him. Even if the world turned its back on him, he would rise again. He would prove his innocence and expose the wickedness of those who had conspired against him. It would be an uphill battle, but he had learned throughout his life that sometimes the most extraordinary victories arise from the darkest of defeats.

With a newfound determination burning in his eyes, Izuku stood tall amidst the chaos and devastation. The courtroom may have shattered his spirit, but it had also ignited a fire within him. And he would use that fire to fight, to rebuild, and to show the world that he was not a loner orphan to be discarded and forgotten.

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the vast expanse of ocean surrounding the isolated island. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding as the imposing silhouette of a massive prison complex came into view, standing tall against the backdrop of rocky cliffs and dense forest.

Izuku Midoriya stood on the deck of a small vessel, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. His once vibrant green eyes, filled with determination and hope, were now clouded with uncertainty and sadness. Shackled and flanked by stern-faced guards, he felt the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

As the boat glided towards the shore, the enormity of the prison revealed itself in all its intimidating grandeur. The facility seemed to stretch on forever, encased within towering concrete walls and topped with layers of electrified fencing. Guard towers punctuated the perimeter, their watchful eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of escape.

The island itself was a dichotomy of beauty and desolation. Lush greenery carpeted the land, punctuated by vibrant wildflowers that fought to bloom despite their isolated existence. But beyond the confines of the prison, the wilderness reigned supreme. Untamed forests stretched as far as the eye could see, their mysterious depths shrouded in secrecy.

Izuku's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He had heard stories about this place, the Obsidian Prison, rumors said that the island was designed to contain the most dangerous and powerful individuals, who threatened the delicate balance of society.

The prison seemed like a fortress designed to keep the most dangerous individuals locked away from society. He couldn't help but shudder, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

Izuku's footsteps echoed through the silence as they passed through the gates, the heavy metal clanging shut behind him. The sound reverberated through his soul, magnifying the weight of his situation. His heart raced, and he steeled himself for what lay ahead.

As Izuku stepped through the heavy metal doors of the prison, he felt a mixture of curiosity and nervousness bubbling inside him. This was his first time setting foot in such a place, and the weight of the atmosphere was almost palpable. The eyes of the inmates seemed to bore into him, their gazes intense and unwavering.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor, Izuku couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The sounds of clanging metal and muffled voices echoed throughout the halls, adding to the eerie ambiance. Each step he took seemed to magnify the attention he was receiving from the prisoners, as if they sensed his vulnerability.

His heart raced as he continued on, trying his best to maintain a composed façade. He knew that he needed to stay strong, especially in a place like this. But the intensity of the stares was making it increasingly difficult. Some inmates whispered to each other, their words hushed yet filled with intrigue.

Izuku stumbled along, his body moving mechanically as if he were a zombie. The guard, growing impatient, dragged him forcefully, huffing and puffing about how slow he was.

The corridor they traveled seemed to go on forever; it was filled with several chambers, each of which created unsettling shadows in the low light.

Izuku experienced a chilling sense of foreboding and heaviness over the entire space. He felt a growing sense of unease, his claustrophobia intensifying with each step. It made him want to scream, to break free from the confining walls that surrounded him.

Suppressing his unease, Izuku swallowed hard as they finally approached a heavy door. With a creak, it swung open, revealing a pitch-black interior. The fluorescent lights were scarce here, casting long, ominous shadows.

"Get in, inmate #1203. This is your cell," the guard barked, shoving Izuku none too gently inside the cramped space.

Thanks for the warm welcome, you bastard, Izuku thought, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He resisted the urge to snarl, knowing that it would only provoke the guard further. Instead, he clenched his fists, determined to maintain his composure in this hostile environment.

As Izuku settled inside the small cell, panic engulfed him, causing his heart to race. The walls felt like they were closing in on him, suffocating him with their presence.

"I don't deserve to be here..." His voice trembled as it escaped from between his quivering lips. "I'm not evil.”

Desperation filled his every thought as he muttered to himself, the words barely audible. "This can't be happening. I can't be here forever. I can't be trapped." He bit down on his lips so hard that the taste of copper filled his mouth, a physical manifestation of the pain he felt inside.

Izuku's brain spiraled into a whirlwind of despair as he squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing becoming labored and shallow. He attempted to curl into himself, seeking some form of comfort, but the chains that bound him prevented any sense of relief. The coldness of the cell seemed to seep into his very bones, reminding him of his helplessness.

His fists clenched in frustration as he realized the injustice of his situation. He was trapped, confined within these four suffocating walls, for a crime he didn't commit. Anger welled up within him, a fire burning fiercely in his chest, fueling his determination to prove his innocence and escape this nightmare.

Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he heard the deep, menacing voice behind him. The panic that had consumed him moments ago now multiplied tenfold. He slowly turned around, his eyes widening in both fear and recognition.

"Are you going to shut up now, or am I going to make you?" the man growled, his towering figure casting a large shadow over Izuku. There stood Katsuki Bakugou, the infamous Mafia Lord of Japan. Three years ago, the news of the betrayal of his own spawn which lead to his imprisonment had spread like wildfire throughout the country.

Izuku's mind raced as he took in Bakugou's striking appearance. The man stood well over six feet tall, towering over Izuku's own five-foot-eight stance. His blonde hair and intense red eyes only added to his intimidating aura. But beneath the exterior of raw power and muscles, Izuku couldn't deny that there was something undeniably captivating about him.

Oh, he absolutely knew who Bakugou was. The ruthless Mafia Lord had become a legend, his name synonymous with terror and authority. Izuku had seen his pictures plastered across newspapers and heard stories of his brutal reign. But seeing him in person, witnessing his undeniable presence, was an entirely different experience.

Amidst the fear and trepidation, there was a flicker of something else in Izuku's eyes—curiosity. He couldn't deny the forbidden allure that surrounded Bakugou. The man's dangerous reputation clashed with his undeniable attractiveness, creating a magnetic pull that Izuku couldn't resist.

With a gulp, Izuku mustered the courage to respond, his voice shaking slightly. "I-I'll shut up. I didn't mean to disturb you, sir. I-I'm sorry.”

Bakugou's piercing gaze bore into Izuku, assessing him with a mixture of scrutiny and intrigue. A brief moment passed, tension hanging heavy in the air. Then, to Izuku's surprise, a small smirk tugged at the corner of Bakugou's lips.

"You better keep it that way, shrimp," Bakugou said, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "I don't have time for weaklings who can't even control their own fear.”

Izuku nodded fervently, his determination to prove himself growing stronger.

As the weight of the situation sank in, Izuku realized just how dire his circumstances were. It was his first day, and here he was, face-to-face with the very person who once held Japan under his iron grip. He couldn't help but think, "I'm so fucked, aren't I?"

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Bakugou had been ignoring Izuku.

Like he was the thin air in this tiny little dusty cell.

Bakugou, an antagonistic figure, occupied the top bunk, seemingly unaware or uncaring of Izuku's existence. Izuku sat dejectedly on the lower bunk bed, his heart heavy with the weight of the situation.

Searching for something to occupy his mind and pass the agonizingly slow passage of time, Izuku fumbled with his hands, his restless fingers exploring the limited confines of their shared prison. The tiny space felt suffocating, a stark reminder of their predicament and the unwelcome company he was forced to endure.

His luck couldn’t get any better, even when trapped in four walls , he is trapped with the biggest asshole in the world.

Yay to him for getting the roommate of the century.

Oh he meant “ cellmate”, his bad.

Izuku sighed, his gaze lingering on Bakugou's motionless form. The silence between them was deafening, a tangible barrier separating them within the cramped space they were forced to share. It was disheartening to be ignored so thoroughly, as if he were a mere wisp of air, inconsequential and easily forgotten.

Deciding to break the silence, Izuku stood up from his bunk and cleared his throat. Summoning his resolve, Izuku spoke, a nervous tremor lacing his words.

"Um, Bakugou-san…No um- I mean Sir! We're stuck here together. It would make things a lot easier if we could at least communicate"

Bakugou remained silent, not even bothering to acknowledge Izuku's words. His unyielding coldness only fueled Izuku's frustration.

The silence in the cell was deafening, but Izuku refused to back down. He needed to get this out if he was sharing this tiny place with the huge human in front of him for the upcoming very distressful days.

Bristling with determination, Izuku gathered his courage. "I am Midoriya Izuku. I am 26 years old. I hope you can lead me through things. Please," Izuku gulped nervously.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bakugou's piercing gaze met Izuku's, the first sign that he was even remotely aware of Izuku's presence. Still, he remained silent, his expression unreadable.

"It’s not the first day of school to be introducing like that, shrimp," Bakugou barked. "And Deku?" Bakugou scoffed.

"It's Izuku, Sir," Izuku corrected, trying to hide his unease.

"Don’t tell me what to do, Deku," Bakugou spat, his voice dripping with venom. "And stop calling me 'sir' this and 'sir' that. Katsuki is fine. So shut the fuck up and scram. You do not want to cross me if you wish your remaining days to be peaceful.”

If a glare could cut Izuku, he would be bleeding out right there with the puddle of blood forming beneath him.

Izuku felt a chill run down his spine at Bakugou's words, but he refused to let fear overcome him. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back and met Bakugou's intense gaze head-on.

The screeching siren reverberated through the cold, dimly lit hallway, signaling something the schedule Izuku was not aware of yet breaking his and Bakugou’s eye contact fight.

Instead of asking the zillions of questions like he had, Izuku just swallowed them all down, decided to stay silent and look around.

But then, right on cue, the heavy metal door swung open, and a stern-faced officer entered the room. The guard's presence commanded authority, causing Izuku to straighten up instinctively.

“Get up, inmates," the guard ordered curtly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Without wasting a second, Izuku and Katsuki rose to their feet, ready to comply. The guard's mere presence stifled any inclination Izuku had to question the situation further.

With a sense of urgency, the officer motioned for Izuku and Katsuki to follow him, leading them out of the cell and into the long corridor. As they walked, the sound of their footsteps echoed against the concrete walls, amplifying the tension in the air.

“Where are we going?” Izuku asked the guard.

The officer's stern gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression unyielding. "No talking," he barked, his tone warning no argument. It was a reminder of the rigid rules that governed their existence in this confined world. Katsuki snorted beside him as if mocking him for his naiveness.

As the guard pivoted and forcefully swung the doors ajar, he ushered the duo into a place which seemed like a prison cafeteria. The space mirrored the nature of the surrounding area, featuring worn-out stone walls adorned with cracks and stains. In the center, a sparse arrangement of metal picnic tables awaited, devoid of any natural light filtering through nonexistent windows. The room was illuminated solely by the harsh glow of fluorescent lights hanging overhead.

A lackluster buffet display greeted Izuku, reminiscent of a typical cafeteria setup. However, the resemblance ended there, as the meals offered were anything but appetizing. Instead of a satisfying spread, the food presented was of shockingly low quality and repulsive in appearance, befitting the standards one would expect from prison food.

As if on cue, Katsuki went to other side of the crowded place to go sit with some intimidating looking guys.

Birds of a feather flock together.

As Izuku had no where to go anywhere, He decided to follow him, after grabbing one tray of serving. Izuku approached the table where Bakugou had settled with a group of guys, he couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. The cafeteria's oppressive atmosphere, coupled with the unappetizing food, made him question his decision to follow his brash cellmate.

Nevertheless, he cautiously slid into the empty seat next to Katsuki, setting his tray down. Inner him was going to wet himself for the situation he inserted himself into. But sitting with Katsuki was way better than sitting with any other guys here because Izuku really didn’t wanna meet and interact with more new ‘scary’ people on his first day. He had enough with Katsuki situation alone.

Katsuki glanced at Izuku from the corner of his eye, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. "What the hell are you doing here, Deku?" he grumbled, his voice laced with his irritation.

"I... I didn't have anywhere else to go," Izuku replied softly, his gaze fixed on the lackluster meal before him. He knew Katsuki wouldn't welcome his presence, but he couldn't bear the thought of being alone in this grim place. So he decided to stick to Katsuki like a baby chick.

He was sure Katsuki wouldn’t appreciate that childish sentiment. He would get chopped up like a mince meat if one of his tiny little opinions slipped out.

The other guys at the table eyed Izuku with curiosity, their expressions a mix of indifference and mild interest. There were 4 guys in total not including Katsuki, the petite blonde guy, very muscled red haired guy, the black haired tall guy with the tattoos and lastly the guy with the eye bags.

Ignoring the unwanted attention he was receiving, Izuku looked down to his tray hoping the ground would open a hole and swallow him whole.

Katsuki shifted his attention to his meal, pushing the unappetizing food around on his tray. "Don't think you can tag along just because you're desperate, Deku," he muttered, his voice laced with annoyance.

Suddenly, the guy with the muscles, his face partially framed by a mess of red hair, leaned forward. “Hey there buddy, My name is Kirishima. Call me Kiri. I am the right hand man of that grump beside you both in here and outside,” He winked at Izuku, nonetheless making him feel a bit more welcomed at his seat arrangement. Before Izuku can introduce himself to the group, his grumpy cellmate interrupted him.

“Fuck off, Shitty hair,” Bakugou shot a scowl in the direction of Kirishima.

His voice carried a tone of indifference as he addressed Bakugou. "Come on, man. Let him stay. It's not like we've got a lot of company around here.”

"We don't need more company than what we have, Shitty hair," he retorted, gritting his teeth.

Kirishima shrugged, his eyes meeting Izuku's for a brief moment and smiled at him apologetically. “If you say so, bro” he said, before returning his attention to his own meal.

As the tense silence settled over the table, Izuku couldn't help but feel grateful for Kirishima’s small act of kindness. Though the circumstances were far from ideal, the fact that someone was willing to tolerate his presence gave him a glimmer of hope.

“Don’t worry, Kiri babe. I’m sure our Bakugou will warm up to his roommate in no time and they will get along just fine ” Blonde guy chirps to Kirishima. Then he leaned forward to drop his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands, eyes stuck on Izuku, mischievous playing in those set of eyes.

“So, What’s your name, cutie? I am Kaminari Denki but I just go with the name Denki the Twink here,” The blonde batted his lashes at him and chuckled at Izuku’s blushing reaction.

“I am Midoriya Izuku,” He tried to flash the group with the smile he could managed the best.

“Cute name for a cute person,” the black haired guy with tattoos grinned at him. “ Nice meeting you, I am Sero,”

Izuku squeaked out, “Hi, Sero”.

Izuku glanced around the table, taking note of each person he had been introduced to so far. Izuku noticed the quiet Mr.Eye bags who was the only one left un-introduced and hadn’t spoken a spoken a word since his arrival. As their gazes met, Mr.Eye bags raised his eyebrows, a silent challenge hidden in his expression.

Izuku wasn’t mentally prepared for this kind of person at all, he quickly averted his eyes, suddenly feeling unsure of how to proceed. Katsuki snorted beside him.

"Sorry about that, Izuku," Denki spoke up, his voice filled with a mix of amusement. "That one is Shinsou. Ignore him, he's just a weird dude who barely talks if it's not necessary.” Izuku let out a relieved sigh, grateful for Denki's intervention. He glanced over at Shinsou, who had the perfect stoic demeanor.

As the conversation around the table resumed, Izuku couldn't help stealing glances in Katsuki's direction, his side view was very admirable with sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Maybe, given the chance, he could warm up to Katsuki and became more welcomed among his newfound friends.

What a foolish wishful thinking. This is prison. These people are all criminals no matter how innocent and fun vibes they gave off.

Izuku decide to take a bite of his greasy meal, a move he immediately regretted. He spitted it out the second it touched his tongue, coughing while the guys laugh.

“ Never trust Prison food, Midoriya” Kirishima crackled.

“Jesus Christ,” He cringed, spitting onto his tray. The guys were still laughing at him. “That tastes like granny’s pants” He squeezed his eyes close and counted his breathing before he throw up everything he ate in last few days as he could feel the nausea boiling up his throat.

Lost in his breathing control, he didn't realize that Denki was trying to get his attention until his friend spoke up, jolting him back to reality. “ Izuku. Dude… get up, we gotta go.” Denki rushed interrupting him from his dramatic reaction.

Izuku looked up to see Katsuki standing as well, his expression serious. As he glanced around, he realized that everyone else was already on their feet. The guards were barking orders at them, herding them out of the cafeteria and back down the many hallways that led to their cells.

Izuku didn’t fell asleep that night.

The next morning, the shrill sound of the siren once again pierced through the prison walls, jolting Izuku from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes groggily, he glanced at Katsuki, who seemed equally annoyed by the disruptive noise.

"Ready to go, slackers?" The guard's voice boomed, breaking the silence in front of their cell. He stood with his arms crossed in front of their cell, an impatient expression etched across his face. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he motioned for Izuku and Katsuki to leave. "Get moving, lazy asses."

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, and his scowl deepened as he locked his gaze with the guard. There was an unmistakable shift in the atmosphere—a subtle change in the guard's demeanor as he momentarily faltered under Katsuki's intense glare.

Izuku had witnessed this phenomenon before. Katsuki had a reputation for being a force to be reckoned with, both inside and outside the prison walls. His influence and connections extended far beyond the confines of their cell, and it was a well-known fact among the inmates and even the prison staff.

Authorities or not, it was in everyone's best interest to steer clear of Katsuki, lest they find themselves on the receiving end of his explosive temper. He had a way of making people regret crossing his path without them even knowing what hit them.

Swallowing his unease, the guard quickly regained his composure, forcing a thin smile. "No need to get all worked up, inmate," he said, his voice betraying a trace of nervousness. "I just want you two to get a move on.”

Katsuki snorted in response, a mix of defiance and annoyance in his voice. "Hurry up and open the damn door then, fucker" he growled, his eyes still fixed on the guard.

Izuku gasped at Katsuki’s usage of words.

As they stepped out of the cell, the guard hurriedly took a step back, allowing them to pass without further confrontation. He knew better than to challenge Katsuki's power or provoke him any further.

They walked in silence through the dimly lit corridors, their footsteps echoing in the hallways. Izuku couldn't help but notice that they were taking a different route this time, away from the familiar path that led to the cafeteria.

As they turned a corner, the distant sound of rushing water reached Izuku's ears, growing louder with each step. He instinctively knew they were approaching the shower room, a welcome relief after the grueling night spent in their cramped cell. The thought of cleansing away the grime and sweat that clung to his body brought a sense of anticipation.

Finally reaching their destination, the guard gestured for Izuku and Katsuki to enter the shower room. Izuku's gaze darted around, taking in the sight of broken shower heads, tiles stained with grime, and flickering fluorescent lights that cast shadows across the damp floor.

As Izuku stepped cautiously into the shower room, his eyes quickly scanned the area, taking in the unsettling sight before him. Some of them look like they’re finishing up, among the figures present, Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he recognized Denki and Kirishima, two familiar faces that brought a glimmer of relief amidst the tension.

The guards, their duty done, departed, leaving Izuku and the others alone in the room. Although the absence of the guards provided a fleeting sense of freedom, Izuku's ears strained to catch any sounds beyond the doorway, reminding him of their presence just outside.

Izuku found himself frozen in place, uncertainty coursing through his veins. The discomfort he experienced mirrored his high school days when he had to expose himself during communal showers. The prospect of being vulnerable and surrounded by menacing individuals left him ill-prepared and feeling like easy prey.

Izuku observed the actions of the other guys in the room, searching for a guidance on what to do. Nervously, he crept along the wall until he found an unoccupied shower stall. Trying to ignore the rusted knob, he turned it, allowing the water to flow.

As the refreshing water soaked his body, Izuku closed his eyes, momentarily lost in his own thoughts. He took solace in the small comfort of the shower, letting the cascading water wash away the physical and emotional grime that clung to him.

Izuku had become so absorbed in his own thoughts that he failed to notice Katsuki's whereabouts. In this moment, his mind shouldn't have been preoccupied with thoughts of Katsuki's sculpted muscles or his naked butt. There were far more pressing matters at hand.

As Izuku's ears picked up a peculiar noise, his stomach clenched with a mixture of dread and disbelief. It was a distinct sound, one that sent his heart racing. Curiosity and concern overcame him, and he cautiously peered around the corner of the wall, his eyes widening at the scene before him.

Denki was on his knees in front of Kirishima. Very naked Kirishima with his dick out stood tall.

The implications of their position hit Izuku like a blow, and a wave of shock washed over him. He knew exactly where this was heading.

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Izuku couldn't believe his ears as he stared at Denki, his eyes wide with shock. "Are you serious?" he blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief.

"So you're telling me the only way to gain protection in this place is by... by sleeping with someone stronger? No way, Denki. I can handle myself.”

Denki shrugged nonchalantly, muttering under his breath. "Well, I wouldn't be so dramatic about it. Who knows what will happen? Maybe you'll find yourself on your knees before Bakugou sooner than you think." He chuckled mischievously, clearly enjoying teasing his friend.

Izuku's face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the image that Denki's words had conjured. "That is so not happening, Denki-kun," he insisted firmly, hoping to put an end to the conversation.

Denki raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face. "Oh, come on, Midoriya. Are you saying you've never been with a guy before?" he prodded, genuinely curious.

Izuku's blush deepened, and he averted his gaze, feeling a mix of awkwardness and shyness. "It's not like that..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... there's no way between me and Katsuki. We're too different, in every possible way.”

Denki's laughter echoed through the room, loud and unabashed. "If you say so, Bakugou's future prison wife!" he exclaimed, finding his own joke incredibly amusing.

"You're impossible, Denki," he said with a small smile, unable to get mad at him anyway. "But seriously, I'll find my own way to survive here. I don't need to rely on anyone in that manner.”

Now let’s flashed back to where all this began.

4 days ago

Izuku found it difficult to avert his gaze from the unfolding scene. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head in an attempt to shake off the sight he definitely didn’t want to see. Sure, people can mess around with whoever they want but just not in front of him.

While he himself identified as bisexual and had experienced both romantic and physical connections with both men and women, his own encounters had never been more than brief and casual.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku consciously redirected his attention, trying to distance himself from the explicit noises that Denki was producing.

Denki, with his head bobbing up and down and his face in ecstasy, alternated between stroking Kirishima's dick and sucking, then licking, from base to tip. Suddenly, as if Denki knew Izuku was watching them, he looked up although he kept his mouth working.

Izuku's heart raced as he found himself locked in Denki's captivating gaze. Denki's eyes sparkled with a mischievous yet gentle glimmer, and Izuku couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn with an intense blush.

Izuku's breath hitched as he noticed Denki's cheeks also turning a shade of pink. Izuku watching them was making Denki feel a surge of lust. It set Izuku's nerves on edge. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed him and he looked away trying to save himself from the awkward situation.

Izuku decided to keep his sight fixed on his dick because he was afraid to look away and give his dick more reasons to get alive while the sex noises were echoing off the walls.

But curiosity won him over because the noises are getting louder and turning into groans of pleasure.

So he had to look. Why was he such a pervert?, he scolded himself.

Izuku watched Kirishima push Denki up against the cinder block shower wall. Denki moaned excessively as Kirishima hammered into him from behind with an unbelievable amount of force. Because he had never witnessed anything like that, it caused his chest to tighten.

Oh boy, this was very lewd.

Kirishima wrapped his hand around Denki’s throat from behind, his hips working non stop to meet Denki ass cheeks in brutal speed. Denki’s tip was leaking non stop, it looked like he would come untouched.

“Fuck me,” Denki released a louder moan. “Harder, baby”.

He shouldn’t be peeking at his new friends having sex and he obviously shouldn’t be getting turned on by all this.

And yet for some reason when he glanced down, he realized his dick was hard. It was poking right into the cinder wall.

With all the chaos in his life lately, he was getting worked up way too easily.

Izuku eyes slide and looked around just to see if anyone else around was also see what he was seeing. But everyone was doing their own thing and completely unfazed by what’s happening. It was as if the world around him continued to turn, oblivious to his struggles.

Where was Katsuki anyway? Did he know about the obscenity his friends are showcasing out in the opening?

Izuku's heart skipped a beat as a deep voice startled him from his thoughts. He flinched, his gaze shifting to the right, where Katsuki sauntered over with an air of confidence, fully clothed.

Ah, speak of the devil.

It became painfully clear to Izuku that while he had been lost in his own voyeuristic tendencies, Katsuki had completed his shower and dressed himself.

Katsuki's expression held a mix of amusement and annoyance as he leaned against the nearby wall, his piercing gaze fixed on Izuku. "Enjoying the show?" he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Izuku was ashamed. Izuku's face flushed crimson, his mind racing for an explanation that could somehow salvage his dignity.

Katsuki nodded toward the sounds of Denki and Kirishima fucking and looked down at his bottom part, “Is Deku junior getting excited?” He smiled sinisterly. Izuku eyes darted back to where Denki and Kirishima at, who were still fucking, loud and rough.

It made Izuku want to cover himself up. He peeked down at his hard-on, still standing at a full salute. But really, it’s not his dick’s fault. He didn’t even know what’s going on. He just heard sex noises and got excited.

The sounds of fucking were distracting him, making his mind absolutely wobbly and jumbled.

Without answering to Katsuki, Izuku hastily grabbed his clothes and desperately try to escape the showers and the awkward encounter with Katsuki.

His mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, embarrassment, and a strong desire to distance himself from the situation. But his escape was short-lived as the presence of prison watch dogs blocked his path unfortunately.

After what happened, he avoided Katsuki and his friends like a plague. Katsuki also paid him no mind and acted like he did not exist, which worked in his favor very much.

But avoiding Katsuki and his friends was difficult, especially when they were his only companions in this situation. The thought of mingling with other inmates was terrifying, and he couldn't afford to bring more trouble into his already chaotic life.

Denki, being the persistent one, tried to reach out to Izuku, attempting to initiate a conversation. But Izuku couldn't bear the thought of reliving the embarrassing incident, so he resorted to giving childish excuses, doing everything in his power to avoid any real discussion.

In the cafeteria too, he sat beside Shinsou aka Mr.Eye bags who never said a word to him. But he was a pleasant company to be with rather than the bold couple and Katsuki.

One afternoon, as Izuku sat beside Shinsou, absentmindedly stirring his food, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he turned to find Denki standing there, determination in his eyes.

"Hey, Izuku," Denki said softly, his voice barely audible above the noise of the cafeteria. "I've noticed you've been avoiding me and the others. Is something bothering you? You know you can talk to us, right?”

Izuku fidgeted with his spoon, his gaze dropping to his untouched meal. "I-I'm sorry, Denki. It's just... what happened in the showers. It embarrassed me, and I didn't want it to become a big deal. I thought it would be best to distance myself.” He blushed even at the slight remembrance of the memory.

The awkwardness of the situation lingered, but Denki's lightheartedness brought a touch of levity to the conversation. Izuku couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly in response, appreciating the attempt to ease the tension.

"Aw, you're being so cute, Izuku," Denki teased, his smirk accompanied by a playful wink. "That kind of thing is pretty normal around here. We don't really have the luxury of privacy, so we make do with what we have”

Izuku nodded, the realization sinking in. Life in Obsidian Prison was far from ordinary, and the concept of privacy was a rare commodity.

“ I see, Denki,” Izuku chuckled with a hint of awkwardness.

Denki's expression turned dreamy as he continued, his voice filled with a hint of admiration. "Obsidian Prison is a dangerous place, Izuku. It's crucial to have the protection of someone. For me, I chose Eijirou, and it's been the best choice of my life.”

"In other words, become a prison wife of someone strong," Denki stated, his tone suggestive. Beside him, Shinsou snorted, his silent presence indicating his amusement.

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unsure of what Denki meant by "protection" and "prison wife." Before he could voice his question, Denki's grin widened, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.

Izuku's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his mind racing to comprehend Denki's words. It was a concept he hadn't considered before, the idea of relying on someone for protection in a place like Obsidian Prison. The thought sent a sense of unease.

As Izuku glanced at Shinsou, he noticed the faint amusement playing in his eyes. Despite his usual wall of silence, it seemed even Shinsou found humor in the situation.

Great, now even the wall of silence Shinsou was amused by his life.

Now back to the beginning.

What Denki said... it was making Izuku uneasy. Prison, it's a dangerous place. Feeling a mixture of emotions, Izuku took a moment to gather his thoughts. While the idea of relying on someone else for protection was daunting, he couldn't deny the harsh reality of prison life.

But he knew I could protect himself. He had faced countless challenges before. He didn't need anyone.

Even in the outside world, he had managed on his own. People always leave, one way or another. No one was willing to stand by his side. So what difference would it make now? A trace of bitterness would always linger when he recalled his past disappointments with relationships and people in general.

His fingers clenched into fists, his inner turmoil becoming more evident. But then, his thoughts drifted towards a particular individual—Katsuki. Denki's audacity to associate them stirs a storm of conflicting emotions within Izuku.

Katsuki... How dare Denki even put them in the same sentence. He wouldn't spare me a glance unless it's to taunt me. Even if he is A Mafia Lord with all that power... He couldn’t possibly rely on someone like him.

Because he knew the price of protection wouldn’t be pretty.

*It’s now their free time before the roll call in prison. Izuku walked through the dimly lit prison hallway, his senses on high alert. Suddenly, a powerful arm wrapped around him from behind, yanking him forcefully into a cramped, dark closet. Panic coursed through his veins as he squirmed, desperately attempting to turn around and comprehend the situation. Helplessness consumed him, amplifying his fear.

In the confined space, Izuku's gaze met the unsettling sight before him. The stranger's face offered no comfort. With his light brown hair and piercing dark eyes, he embodies the archetype of a brutish individual. Crooked teeth and a nose piercing added an air of roughness to his appearance.

Izuku's heart pounded in his chest as the gravity of the situation became clear—assault was imminent. A wave of nausea washed over him, his stomach churning in response to the impending danger. His body tensed, muscles rigid, as he tried to gather strength and protect himself. But before he could react, a foul-smelling hand clamped over his mouth, silencing his desperate attempts to scream.

He used the right hand to touch his lips and Izuku felt sick. It was disgusting. He felt sick over what was happening, his gut twisting in shame and unease. He was not trying to think about the fact that he could also feel his erection on him through the layer of fabric separating them.

He felt trapped, both physically and emotionally, as his gut twisted with a sickening combination of fear and despair. The taste of bile creeped up his throat, and he braced himself, knowing that the horrifying event unfolding before him may push him to the edge. He was going to vomit.

“Hey, fresh meat. I have been eyeing your little ass skipping around the space like you got no care towards all the predators in the Obsidian. What do you say, slut? Do you wanna give up your ass to me” He grind into him and Izuku didn’t waste a second and seized the opportunity.

He lifted his knee to ugly bastard’s groin, hard. And in a split second, when he’s backed up a bit, he head butted him, right in the nose making the bastard lose his hold.

“Ugh! You little fuck!” He roared out loud.

“I say go fuck yourself,” Izuku hissed at him while the ugly bastard dropped to his knees, cupping his balls.

*He tried to run as far as he can, his whole body shaking from the after math.

Izuku slumped heavily on his bottom bunk bed, his body weighed down by the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him. He longed to release the floodgates and let the tears flow freely, to find solace in the release that crying could offer.

Unable to hold back any longer, he sniffled, his breath hitching as he fought to suppress his sobs. But the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down his face, his body trembling with each heart-wrenching cry. In that moment of vulnerability, the sound of his name being called cut through the air.

"Deku?" Katsuki's voice rang out, somehow sounding concern. The sound of his cellmate's voice provided a sudden sense of relief and safety, as if to shoo away the darkness of Izuku's despair.

He looked up, his tear-stained eyes meeting Katsuki's gaze.

"What is going on?" Katsuki's tone held a hint of gentleness, a departure from his usual brashness.

Izuku mustered a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I'm... I'm fine, Kacchan," he answered, his voice wavering. And then he realized he had let slip the nickname he had given his intimidating cellmate in his own mind, a nickname he never thought he would utter aloud.

"What the fuck is a 'Kacchan'?" Katsuki barked, his confusion evident.

Izuku sniffled, desperately wanting to blow his nose and wipe away the evidence of his tears. "It's... it's your nickname in my head," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Katsuki's expression softened as he observed Izuku's crying form. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, his voice gentler than before. "You need to fucking stop it," he said, a mix of exasperation and concern in his tone.

“ Stop what” he glanced up at Katsuki who didn’t replied to his question.

“Now tell me what really happened, Deku. I need details,” Izuku could sense the anger vibrating from Katsuki, but it wasn't directed at him. His cellmate's clenched jaw and intense glare betrayed a deeper frustration, perhaps even a concern for Izuku's well-being.

Gathering his resolve, Izuku met Katsuki's gaze with a determined expression. "Nothing, Kacchan," he replied, his voice steady. "I just... I suddenly feel suffocated. It's hard to explain.”

Izuku wasn’t backing down and submitting to Katsuki easily , Denki’s words playing in his head.

Kacchan’s prison wife, he shuddered at the thought, reminding him of the harsh dynamics and unwritten rules within these prison walls. But he couldn't let fear dictate his every move. He had to find his own strength and assert his independence.

Before he could fully process his thoughts, Katsuki's hand shot forward, gripping Izuku's jaw tightly, forcing their eyes to lock. The intensity of Katsuki's gaze sent a tremor through Izuku's entire being, threatening to weaken his resolve.

"I am asking one last time," Katsuki growled, his voice dripping with darkness. "What happened?"

Izuku's body threatened to give way under the pressure, a combination of Katsuki's strong grip and the weight of the situation bearing down on him. But he knew he couldn't simply submit to Katsuki's demand.

Summoning his remaining courage, Izuku met Katsuki's gaze defiantly, though his voice quivered slightly. "I can't... I can't tell you, Kacchan. It's something I need to figure out on my own. I can't rely on anyone else to solve it for me."

Izuku's heart sank as Katsuki Bakugou laughed at him mockingly. He wished he could disappear. Katsuki's grip on his jaw tightened, the forcefulness making him wince, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from those burning red eyes that seemed to sear into his soul.

Red eyes staring him. Burning him.

Izuku couldn't find strength in him to look away.

"That's right, look at me and tell me," Katsuki slurred, his words almost taunting in nature, as if he wanted to coax the truth out of Izuku. The pressure of the moment, the weight of his emotions, became too much to bear. A solitary tear slipped from Izuku's eye, tracing a trail down his cheek. He despised the situation, despised his life, despised the vulnerability that he found himself in.

In that fleeting moment, he felt a twisted sense of safety in the hand of the most dangerous man within these prison walls. It was a conflicting sensation that stirred within him.

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to shut out the world, but a sudden breath on his cheek startled him. Opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of Katsuki leaning in, his tongue darting out to lick away the tear that stained Izuku's face.

Izuku froze, his body tense with a mixture of fear and an inexplicable rush of sensations. He was scared, yet a part of him was inexplicably turned on, entangled in a web of conflicting desires and emotions that he couldn't fully comprehend.

Izuku found his voice, a low, shaky whisper escaping his lips. "It's... it's nothing I couldn't have handled," he said, his gaze meeting Katsuki's burning stare.

“You just have to say the word, Deku,” Katsuki gave him one last piercing look before finally releasing his grip and climbing back to his own bunk. The tension in the air lingered, the unsaid words hanging heavily between them.

‘You just have to say the word, Deku’

Those words echoed within Izuku's mind, tempting him, yet also reminding him of the potential consequences. The weight of his decision, of potentially surrendering himself to Katsuki's protection, felt like selling his soul to the devil.

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After what happened in that tiny little closet, Izuku’s senses were always on high alert, his heart pounding against his chest as an unsettling feeling of being watched always consumed him.

He was paranoid of everything.

It was as if a pair of dark, piercing eyes lurked in every shadow, fixated on his every move. A shiver ran down his spine, and a deep sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach all the time.

When he was left alone by himself with no friends or Kacchan to distract him, his mind spun like a whirlwind, each thought and memory flashing before his eyes like a frantic slide projector. The images swirled within his brain, fueling his racing heartbeat and amplifying his anxiety. His thoughts darted from one scenario to another, each one showcasing the potential dangers that surrounded him.

Every sound seemed magnified, the footsteps of passersby echoing with an ominous tone. Every flicker of movement caught his attention, causing him to jump at shadows that danced in the corners of his vision. His senses were hyperactive, attuned to any potential threat that might materialize.

The constant anticipation of an unknown assailant ambushing him overwhelmed his thoughts, intensifying his fear.

He didn’t want this creep guy’s attention on him. He didn’t want him showing up everywhere, constantly watching Izuku like a stalker.

Prison library was Izuku’s new favorite place to be.

Izuku found solace within the walls of the prison library, seeking refuge among the worn pages of old, uninspiring books. As he perused through the monotonous literature, a sense of boredom permeated his being. Yet, even in this mundane environment, he felt a certain level of comfort compared to the rest of the prison.

But as if guided by a sixth sense, a chill suddenly crawled up Izuku's spine, causing his senses to heighten. Instinctively, he turned, his eyes widening in disbelief as he came face-to-face with the hauntingly familiar dark gaze of his harasser.

A rush of adrenaline surged through Izuku's veins, his heart pounding fiercely against his chest. Despite his efforts to remain composed, his trembling hands betrayed his true state of unease. His eyes locked with the bastard's from across the library, the distance between them feeling uncomfortably close despite the expanse of the room.

The guy lingered near the far side of the library, positioned by the alternate exit. Izuku could feel the intensity of that gaze, burning into his very core. It was a gaze that made him want to cower, to hide, and to flee. But he refused to succumb to those instincts. He refused to grant his stalker the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.

Izuku breathed in disbelief, his heart hammering. He tried to stay calm but his body reaction was betraying him, his hands shaking and knees barely able to hold his own body weight.

Abruptly, a touch landed on Izuku's shoulder, jolting him out of his terrified state. His initial reaction was to scream, his mind immediately assuming that the bastard had found a way to approach him. His heart raced furiously within his chest, each beat echoing in his ears, threatening to drown out all other sounds.

As Izuku turned, his wide eyes filled with sheer panic, his gaze locked onto Denki's concerned face asking, "Is everything okay, Izuku?”.

The relief that flooded his veins was palpable, as he realized that it was his friend who had touched him, not the looming figure of his tormentor. Gradually, the thunderous pounding in his chest began to subside, replaced by a mixture of residual fear and lingering adrenaline.

Denki's voice, gentle yet filled with genuine concern, broke through the haze of his anxiety. "Why are you so jumpy these days, Zuku?" Denki's words hung in the air, an invitation for Izuku to share his burdens.

Izuku forced a strained smile, a false expression masking the turmoil within. Through gritted teeth, he managed to utter a lie, his voice strained with tension. "I'm just stressed." It was a feeble attempt to dismiss Denki's probing, not wanting to burden his friend with the weight of his fears.

Denki's gaze stayed persisted as if he saw past the facade Izuku attempted to maintain, Denki seemed to know there was more to this than the mere stress, an underlying truth Izuku was desperate to conceal, but he didn’t push.

Izuku was desperate to confide in someone, to release the pent-up anxiety, but the fear of endangering his friend's safety held him back. Although Izuku was certain, with Kirishima around it was very unlikely for Denki to land himself into a situation like Izuku did.

On one hand, an awkward tension hung between Izuku and Katsuki after what happened. Izuku found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to approach the situation.

A part of Izuku wished to surrender to Katsuki, to seek shelter under his wing and bask in the safety and protection he could provide. It was a desire born out of a yearning for security, a need to break free from the relentless clutches of his assaulter and reclaim control over his own life. But, on the other hand, his independent spirit rebelled against the idea, his ego refusing to accept such dependence on another.

Confusion and conflicting emotions swirled within him, leaving him grappling with an internal dilemma. Frustration welled up within Izuku as he grappled with his conflicting desires and became angry at his own vulnerability and weakness.

The room seemed to shrink around him, the walls closing in as he confronted the truth. It was a pivotal moment, one where he had to make a choice that would determine the course of his future.

He wasn’t being dramatic because this felt like a life and death situation for him. He was already dead to the society he once lived in, he couldn’t allow himself to be as good as a dead man here too just because of a single creepy criminal bastard.

He yearned to break free from the clutches of this relentless creep, to regain a sense of safety and control over his own life. If so he had to accept the fact that there was only one way out, and It’s Katsuki Bakugou.

It was the honest truth whether he wanted to accept it or not.

In the midst of his internal struggle, Izuku steeled himself, his determination solidifying. He knew that he had to confront Katsuki, to have an honest conversation that could lead them to well….. offering himself up on a silver platter just so Katsuki could feast on him. Only then could he hope to find the safety and control he so desperately craved within the confines of the Obsidian prison.

With caution gripping his every step he took, Izuku entered their shared cell, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to broach the delicate subject of the "prison wife" concept to Katsuki. Doubts gnawed at his mind, fear whispering that perhaps Katsuki no longer wanted him, that his presence had become burdensome.

Just a few days ago he told him to just ' say the word' right? The thought of potential rejection filled Izuku with a profound sense of embarrassment. What if Katsuki saw no value in him anymore? What if Izuku's very existence proved to be useless like the name he gave him ‘Deku’?

But despite the nagging doubts, he couldn't deny that trying was worth the risk. He had to confront Katsuki, even if it meant facing potential humiliation.

Lost in his anxious thoughts, Izuku began to mumble under his breath, a nervous habit that betrayed his extreme unease. However, his incessant muttering didn't go unnoticed by Katsuki, who quickly grew irritated and snapped at him, breaking the silence of the cell.

"Shut up, Deku! Can't you think any louder than this?" Katsuki's voice held a mixture of annoyance and frustration, his glare cutting through the tension in the room.

Startled, Izuku's eyes widened, and he immediately quieted down, his nervousness intensifying under Katsuki's piercing gaze.

Izuku meekly replied, his voice laced with nerves, "Sorry, Kacchan.”

It surprised him that Katsuki had been letting him get away with calling him "Kacchan" lately, an unexpected tolerance that he couldn't quite comprehend.

Maybe Izuku was growing on him after all, Kacchan hadn’t been yelling at him a lot lately which Izuku much appreciated because he didn't want to be on Katsuki's bad side, fearing the consequences of provoking his volatile cellmate.

"Kacchan," Izuku called out tentatively, hoping to capture Katsuki's attention. Katsuki, grumbling with impatience, turned his gaze towards Izuku, waiting for him to speak, “Speak, nerd”.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Izuku uttered the words that had been swirling in his mind, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness, "Can I be your prison wife?”

Katsuki's reaction was immediate, his tone laced with incredulity as he nearly screamed in response. “Excuse me, Prison WHAT?!”

Undeterred by Katsuki's initial outburst, Izuku met his gaze with a cheeky expression, ready to explain himself. "Prison wife, Kacchan," he repeated, his eyes glinting a hinge of worry.

Katsuki grumbled under his breath, his brows furrowing in a slight frown. “Tch, Fucking shitty blonde twink giving the nerd useless ideas," he muttered quietly, the words barely audible.

Katsuki studied Izuku heatedly, his gaze piercing. "What is the reason behind this proposal, ‘my Prison wife’?" he questioned the fidgeting smaller one, trying to lure the truth out of him, “You better not lie”.

Izuku hesitated for a moment, his mind conjuring painful memories he wished to forget. Squeezing his eyes shut, he mustered the strength to voice his truth. "I need help," he confessed, his voice soft yet resolute. "I need your protection, Kacchan."

Katsuki looked at Izuku with a calm expression and uttered a single word, “Alright." The simplicity of Katsuki's response almost caught Izuku off guard because it went easier than Izuku had anticipated.

"Come here, Izuku," Katsuki called, his finger motioning for Izuku to approach him.

But Izuku's body trembled uncontrollably, his whole being consumed by fear. This is the first time Kacchan was calling him by his given name. Yet, despite the overwhelming fear that coursed through him, he refused to back down. He didn't move, didn't run or hide. Instead, he sat there in front of Katsuki, his posture resembling that of an obedient pet, awaiting Katsuki's next move.

Katsuki's gaze bore into Izuku, intense and predatory. There was a hunger in his eyes, a dangerous hunger that sent shivers down Izuku's spine. He felt like a prey being stalked by a predator.

Hunger. Danger. Lust

The air in the room grew heavy with tension. Izuku could almost taste the danger that lingered in the space between them. His instincts screamed at him to flee, to protect himself, but something held him rooted in place.

Katsuki spread his legs on his bed.

“You have five minutes to prove yourself and convince me your worth, Izuku,” Katsuki uttered in a low, commanding tone. “Get on ur knees”.

Izuku understood exactly what Katsuki meant and what he needed to do in order to prove his worth. He nervously inhaled.

He placed himself between Katsuki’s separated legs as he dropped to his knees on the ground with the trembling hands. His Adam's apple bobbed as he pushed the legs apart more.

Izuku pulled him out, revealing the many, many inches of Katsuki’s cock. It was already half hard. But the more he stared at it, the more it became bigger and harder.

It was a mesmerizing size. Izuku salivated at the though of sucking it.

Katsuki cleared his throat, capturing Izuku's attention as he appeared very dazed. When Izuku looked back at him, Katsuki emitted a low growl, his voice dripping with menace. "Time's ticking away. You're never going to make it”.

“Open your mouth," Katsuki commanded, his tone firm and demanding.
With a snarl, he added, "Wider."

Izuku dipped his head between Katsuki’s thighs and opened his mouth wider trying to adjust Katsuki’s size.

“That’s more like it, Deku,” Katsuki praised him and Izuku preened at the praise. Katsuki's fingers skillfully weaved into Izuku's wild curls, playing with the knots and patting him, a gentle touch that sent a cascade of tingles through Izuku's scalp.

Running his tongue along the underside of Katsuki’s erection, his fluffy head bobbed down and took Katsuki deeper until the last inch. An audible breath escaped him as he pushed deeper, forcing the gag reflex out of his mind to let Katsuki’s tip pushed the back of his throat.

“Fuck, baby,” Katsuki groaned with pleasure clouding his mind, his voice trembling a bit. The sound made Izuku’s cock twitched and he almost whimpered. Izuku was going to get hard just by sucking Katsuki.

Katsuki’s deep rumbling, "Pants down," snapped him back to reality and knocked him out of it. Izuku tugged his pants down below his ass, keeping his eyes shut because he didn’t want to see Katsuki’s reaction to his own growing erection.

But he was so turned on by all of this. He couldn’t help sneaking his left hand between his thighs, trying to stroke his own throbbing cock.

Katsuki seemed to notice what he was doing underneath, He grabbed Izuku’s neck to meet his eyes, “Focus on me”. Izuku traced his tongue around Katsuki’s slit before taking him again, spit drooling down his chin.

“That’s right, Izuku, swallow all of me,” Katsuki commanded, and he obeyed, taking it all the way to the point of choking. His eyes rolled back in satisfaction when Katsuki moaned, his thumb stroking a small circle on Izuku’s jaw. “You’re doing so good, Izuku baby”.

Izuku hummed in joy. He had anticipated Katsuki's approach to be forceful and dominating, ready to take everything from him. Yet, to his astonishment, Katsuki's actions were quite the opposite. Instead of asserting dominance, Katsuki displayed a different side, one that granted Izuku a surprising amount of control.

He realized that Katsuki, in his own way, was giving Izuku the power to make his own choice, to continue or to stop. It wasn't about force or coercion; it was about choice and consent. Izuku determined, he was going to milk this sexy piece of man completely dry.

Izuku slurped and sucked hungrily, he was really losing his mind because he was totally getting off on it as well. Izuku gripped Katsuki’s thighs and slowly crawled up to take Katsuki’s hands to his head, giving him permission to fuck his mouth.

“You wanna drink my cum?” Katsuki gasped, fucking his face. When Izuku nodded his head vigorously trying not to choke, Katsuki gripped his head mercilessly and fuck his mouth harder. Katsuki peered down to look at Izuku taking every inch of him like a good boy, “Fuck yes…” Katsuki exhaled locking with Izuku’s doe eyes looking up at him mouthful. Izuku groaned around Katsuki’s dick, the vibrations pushing Katsuki to the edge.

The sounds of Izuku sucking the life out of Katsuki rang through the tiny room, and it made things hotter.

“I’m gonna come down your tight throat, baby.” Katsuki warned Izuku, Izuku hummed in response. Izuku was close too, just by edging his dripping cock with random strokes and rubbings when he had a chance, he could feel his own orgasm looming.

Katsuki grabbed the back of Izuku’s neck as his dick swelled and bursted, erupting his come into the back of his throat. Katsuki spilled the thick load on Izuku’s tongue and Izuku drank it all down, his throat adjusting to swallow down properly, on the other hand savoring the way Katsuki was losing himself in the land of pleasure.

Izuku came along with Katsuki. The sheer intensity of the moment caused Izuku's entire body to betray him as his knees, his legs, stomach, and arms quivered with an uncontrollable tremor. It was as if his mind had momentarily disconnected from his body. His head swam in a foggy haze, and he couldn’t even do anything about the fact that he wetted himself on his pants.

He loved every second of making Katsuki feel good, it felt like a reward rather than a punishment.

“Good boy,” Katsuki softly murmured while smothering his wild curls. It was a display of tenderness that Izuku never expected from his fierce cellmate. His red eyes flickered to meet Izuku’s green ones.

Green met red. Time stopped, as Izuku’s mind raced to find the right words.

The tiny cell fell into a hushed silence, Izuku gazed upward, his eyes wide and innocent, locking onto Katsuki's intense stare. As time seemed to stretch on, every passing second felt like an eternity. Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, its rhythmic beat almost audible amidst the heavy silence.

His brow furrowed with nervous anticipation, Izuku's clenched fists trembled ever so slightly at his sides. His posture conveyed a readiness to face the rejection which was the result of a test of his worthiness.

“Am I qualified to be your prison wife, Kacchan?” Izuku nervously asked him, the soft glow of blush bathed Izuku's face, emphasizing the vulnerability etched onto his features.

Katsuki's grin widened, resembling that of a mischievous devil, as he responded with conviction, "Hell yes, you are." His words carried a honesty, dispelling any lingering doubts in Izuku’s little always-running-wild mind. “Get some sleep, Izuku. You will need it,” with a final look in Izuku's direction, Katsuki rose from bed and climbed up to his bed like they didn’t just have a mind-blowing blow job session.

Izuku nodded, his emotions settling into the sense of relief and his tired form stumbled towards his own bed, the hard mattress welcoming him as he collapsed upon it. With heavy eyelids, he succumbed to the embrace of sleep, the events of the day fading into the realm of dreams.

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There is tension between them. Not just a tension, it’s the insanely intense sexual tension.

Izuku and Katsuki had been sneaking in handjobs and blowjobs, whatever it was on the table and going at it like a pair of horny teenagers. But Katsuki hadn’t take him in the ass yet. Izuku honestly didn’t know what was stopping him. Not that he was asking for it, Izuku wasn’t looking forward to it at all.

He swore he wasn’t lying! He wasn’t that much of a good liar anyway, he wore his heart on sleeve.

The deal was that Izuku belonged to Katsuki and Katsuki was allowed to do whatever he wanted with him while Izuku got the ultimate protection and privilege of being untouchable in this prison walls.

Katsuki wasn’t being subtle about them at all. He would whispered into Izuku’s ears, his voice a tantalizing and possessive presence, sat close to Izuku wherever they were , and would glare at anyone who dared look at Izuku’s way. Personal space became a foreign concept as Katsuki refused to leave Izuku alone for even a second.

However, their little show didn't go unnoticed by the other inmates. Denki, in particular, took great pleasure in teasing them, dubbing them the ideal prison wife and husband. Kacchan didn’t took it funny and instead Katsuki's temper flared, a simmering anger threatening to boil over. Denki was treading on dangerous ground, and if not for the intervention of Kirishima, Izuku was certain Denki would have faced the wrath of Katsuki's volatile nature. Sero just congratulated them and Shinsou remained stoic but his amused eyes betrayed him.

And Izuku couldn’t even complain the over protective behavior of Kacchan because he brought this upon him himself. Deep down, he reveled in the attention and care Katsuki showered upon him. It was intoxicating, like a moth dancing under the mesmerizing glow of a captivating light.

In this peculiar dynamic they had forged, Izuku felt like a spoiled princess.

Katsuki's possessiveness extended beyond their private moments, reaching even the watchful eyes of the guards. These days even the guards were giving him the giving him the special treatment, he knew it’s because Katsuki had been hogging over him 24/7, which painted a clear testament to Katsuki's dominance and the unspoken message that Izuku belonged to him alone.

He was Katsuki’s and no one could lay hand on what was Katsuki’s.

Izuku felt safe now with Kacchan acting as his guard dog. He hadn’t felt the lurking eyes on him since he started sticking with Kacchan which made him think he scared away the creepy bastard for good with Katsuki around.

Katsuki's fierce reputation probably acted as a deterrent to anyone who dared to touch and take what was rightfully his.

After all the hard first few weeks in Obsidian prison, he thought he couldn’t be happy in this stuffy old prison. Izuku marveled at the unexpected turn of events. In the midst of the harsh realities and oppressive atmosphere, he had found a glimmer of happiness. It almost felt too unreal and he hoped this newfound feeling would last.

They were back in their cell. The whole prison dead silence. But both Izuku and Katsuki awake. In the silence of their shared cell, Izuku's hushed whispers filled the confined space as he eagerly shared fragments of his life outside those prison walls. He spoke of his interests, his hobbies, and even his family situation, his voice high with excitement.

Strangely Kacchan was very attentive listener. Though he didn't respond to every sentence or show overt expressions, Katsuki's occasional grunts and nods acted as quiet affirmations, encouraging Izuku to continue sharing. It was in those subtle gestures that Izuku got reassurance that his words were being heard and acknowledged.

Kacchan made him feel special.

Despite the hardened exterior he projected to the world, Katsuki appeared different when in Izuku's presence. Katsuki was strong and ruthless mafia and acted tough around every one, except Izuku. In front of Izuku, he was just Katsuki. Izuku’s cell mate.

Even Izuku’s prison husband?

Talking about prison husband, the creepy bastard hadn’t appeared before him for so long. The weight that had burdened his shoulders seemed to gradually lift, allowing him to breathe a little easier as the days went by without any sign of his tormentor.

And Katsuki tried to push him into conversation of his creepy stalker once. Izuku tried avoiding it but Katsuki wasn’t having it. Izuku had to convince the stubborn blonde that Izuku wasn’t ready to talk about it and relive the memory. But he promised Kacchan, he would tell him everything when he was ready.

Also it seemed like the creep had backed off, he hadn’t seen him at all.

Izuku was glad it’s all over.

“Nerd, why are you blanking out?” Katsuki asked him, his face blank.

When Izuku snapped back to reality, Katsuki face was too close to Izuku. Caught off guard by Katsuki's sudden proximity, Izuku found himself lost in a sea of breathtaking features. Those mesmerizing red irises, framed by long, beautiful lashes, stared directly into his own.

Izuku's mind went blank, words escaping him as he struggled to find a coherent response. How could someone like Bakugou Katsuki be so undeniably stunning? A tinge of jealousy tinged Izuku's thoughts, wondering how someone could be this attractive.

"I-I..." Izuku stammered, his voice barely a whisper as he tried to collect his thoughts, his face flushing with embarrassment. Finding the right words seemed impossible. Was he supposed to admit “ Kacchan you r so gorgeous I forgot my words”.

Izuku felt heat creeped up his cheeks.

Katsuki's smirk widened, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes as he taunted Izuku. "What's the matter, nerd? Are you that smitten with me? You're blushing like a tomato," he teased, reveling in Izuku's flustered state.

Feeling his face grow hotter, Izuku instinctively covered it with his hands, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Kacchan, please don't make fun of me," he pleaded.

The room fell into a hushed silence, with silence Izuku pry his hands open to find Kacchan looking at him all serious. In an instant, the teasing facade faded from Katsuki's expression, replaced by a rare moment of seriousness.

He knew the look. It’s ‘turned on’ look.

The look Katsuki always make when he was about to devour Izuku.

Izuku gulped.

Katsuki’s cupped Izuku’s jaw and leaned in, pressing their lips together. Izuku let out a choked noise and eyes widening, completely taken by surprise.

It was their first kiss together and Kacchan wasn’t kissing him like how he look. Katsuki kissed him like he was taking care of something, none of his usual brashness or fiery passion were nowhere to be found.

His heart thudded against his chest, the intensity of the moment engulfing him. He could taste the subtle hint of Katsuki's breath, mingling with his own as their lips moved in sync, a delicate dance of vulnerability and desire.

Katsuki pried Izuku’s lips apart and slid his tongue inside, tasting Izuku. Izuku opened his mouth for Katsuki as a desperate whimper escaped into Katsuki’s mouth.

Izuku’s hands found his way towards Katsuki’s blonde spikes where Katsuki cradled his jaw softly. They licked into each other’s mouth, savoring the kiss.

Katsuki started to kiss down Izuku’s jaw and trailed more open-mouthed kisses all over his neck and to his chest. Izuku was tingling and his whole stomach churning with butterfly chaos.

Katsuki’s hands hooked the waistband of Izuku’s pants, revealing all of the beautiful mess lying before him.

“Kacchan…” Izuku whimpered while Katsuki trailed his hands slowly from his abs, his pelvis to his balls and took a hold of his erection. Then give it a soft kiss sending blood rush to Izuku’s weeping cock until it’s throbbing, Izuku squeezed his eyes shut trying to burst right then and there.

Katsuki’s tongue alone was a wonder on its own, pressing kisses all over his pelvis and dropping down to trace and tease Izuku’s cock and balls. Katsuki worked up to Izuku’s pectorals to give them a firm squeeze and fondling.

“Look at your tiny little nipples desperate for my attention, Izuku,” Katsuki gave tiny lick to his left nipple before sucking it between his lips while pinching his right nipple. “Gosh, not only your little dick, even your nipples are hard for me, baby” Katsuki groaned, washing Izuku’s sensitive nipples all over with warm breath.

Izuku arched his back as Katsuki went back to his nipples to suck, bite and worshipping them and circled the areola with his fingers for what it feels like for hours. Katsuki repeated the lustful nipple torture as he kept latching and sucking Izuku with his sharp teeth until Izuku was crying out the sweetest sounds.

Izuku’s cock was now so hard that he felt like he might be broken.

Katsuki retrieved a small bottle of lube, the click of the cap breaking the silence of the room. Izuku's attention was immediately drawn to the sound, his curiosity piqued. With a practiced hand, Katsuki squeezed a small amount of lube onto his finger, the smooth, creamy substance gleaming against the dim prison light.

“Where you got that, Kacchan?” Izuku piped in.

“None of your business,” Katsuki ignored him and pushed his warm, wet fingers up to his ass and Izuku breathe out hard, his breath hitching as Katsuki traced the rim. Izuku's senses heightened, his awareness focused solely on the sensation of Katsuki's touch.

Katsuki sucked his nipple again, but this time harder, while teasing his rim. Izuku whined in need which earned him a chuckle from Katsuki, then licked the shell of his ear. “Now, relax for me, baby”.

Izuku's prostate was quickly found by Katsuki 's consistent pressing of his fingers deeply and curling. “Right there, Kacchan,” It was as if a burst of pure bliss had unfurled within Izuku, spreading warmth and ecstasy to every inch of his being.

Izuku groaned loudly as Katsuki pushed the finger back all the way till his knuckles were on Izuku's ass cheeks. When Kacchan caressed his spot once again, Izuku let out a faint groan and his eyelids rolled back.

“Do you have any idea how good you look right now, Izuku? You look so pretty for me. Only for me,” Katsuki dropped his lips to the nape of Izuku’s neck to litter kisses all over, making Izuku sensitive skin to flush so red.

“Only for you, Kacchan,” Izuku shivered out the words as he felt Kacchan’s rock hard cock nudging into his thigh. Ready to break free and wreck him.

Katsuki grunted and licked his lips looking down between them, “Yea?” Katsuki circled his nipples again making him gasp as he began to grind and hump his heavy cock into Izuku’s thigh. With his in-and-out fingering, Katsuki began building a pattern. He pulled each finger out to the tip before adding another, tugging slowly and as deeply as he could.

Katsuki tugged Izuku’s chin forcing him to lock eyes with him, “Tell me what you want now, baby”, Izuku couldn’t answer without choking with moans because Katsuki was fucking his ass with fingers in and out, again and again and again until Izuku was losing his mind.

“More Kacchan… More,” Izuku got no filter on his mouth now. Katsuki groaned as he watched himself finger-fucking Izuku in the ass.

Katsuki growled, "Good," and bit his bottom lip till Izuku cried inside his mouth. “I want to fucking wreck you.”

“Mmm… destroy my ass. Please.” Izuku hands were all over Katsuki, clawing, fisting Katsuki’s shirt and clinging on Katsuki. He was aching for Kacchan to just touch him more. He wasn’t enough of what Kacchan was giving him now.

“You’re not the little innocent nerdy guy you are pretending to be, Izuku” Katsuki whispered darkly as he trailed his mouth down Izuku’s throat while Izuku bucked his hips into Katsuki with need, “You’re just a needy little slut, aren’t you?” Katsuki smirked as he looked down to meet the moaning mess of Izuku and his wild green curls.

Literally thinking not straight at all, Izuku moaned, “Yours. Your slut.”

Katsuki’s hand squeezed Izuku’s hips, dragging his cock out and rocked their stiff cocks together, “Tell me how much you want this”.

“ I want this so much, Kacchan. So much, I am aching,” Izuku nearly cried in sexual frustration Katsuki was putting him through. Izuku’s hole was gaping and ready to get filled.

Katsuki wedged himself between Izuku’s legs and hovered over him, “Hope your hole is ready for me, baby”.

When Katsuki’s cock started to push up to his hole, Izuku trembled in glee.
The fingers Katsuki gave him earlier didn’t measure up to the thickness Izuku was taking now. Izuku knew he was gonna have a hard time adjusting to the monster cock, but oh well, he might as well enjoy the big dick treatment once in a while.

Katsuki was really trying hard not to just plunge all of him inside in one stroke, but Izuku was making it really hard for him. “Relax, Izuku. I don’t want to hurt you.” Katsuki kissed Izuku softly on his lips, trying to soothe Izuku who was clawing his back as if to relieve the pain.

“You can go ahead, Kacchan” Izuku breathed out, his body easing a little bit allowing Katsuki to push in more of his length. “You know I am not fragile, you can ruin me and I would let you,” Izuku smiled up at Katsuki.

The smile was so dazzling to Katsuki that he swore he almost burst right there and then. But he had a reputation to maintain.

Izuku was so drunk on lust, he had no filter on his mouth.

Dropping his forehead to Izuku’s, Katsuki growled, “That’s it, baby. Take this cock like my little slut.”

“Oh my god, Kacchan your dick is so big,” Izuku gasped. Izuku nearly saw stars when Kacchan hit his prostate and he couldn’t help but moaned out so load that he was sure he woke the entire prison up.

The usual Izuku would have been ashamed by this, but the current Izuku was sex drunk and he could barely care what others would think of him.

Katsuki was now really pounding into Izuku now, showing no mercy. But Izuku’s ass was sucking it all in deliciously, Katsuki thrusted faster into Izuku, bruising Izuku’s hole. Izuku wasn’t also just taking it like a doll, he was trying hard to match Katsuki’s thrusting rhythm with his eager hips.

“Kacchan, right there! ” Izuku cried.

“Fuck, baby. Your tight ass feels so good,” Katsuki dropped his mouth to Izuku to swallow up all his little sounds of pleasure. Katsuki rocked into him faster, pegging Izuku’s prostate over and over relentlessly.

Katsuki dropped a hand to grasp Izuku’s weeping cock, stroking and jerking it fast to bring Izuku to the edge. Izuku’s head was spinning with Kacchan’s attention on both his cock and his ass.

Everywhere Kacchan touched felt so good. Izuku’s eyes rolled back in his head. “I think I am coming Kacchan,” Izuku whimpered.

“Fuck, baby..” Katsuki groaned hoarsely, pumping into him faster and harder. That was the final push.

“Cum in me Kacchan, please” Izuku choked out and spilled in Katsuki’s hand as his hole clenched down on Katsuki’s cock. Katsuki snapped his hips forward, shooting his seed inside Izuku and burying himself inside Izuku as much as he could. He hunched over Izuku and kissed his freckled shoulders while Izuku cradled Katsuki’s head and showered him with kisses.

As the haze of pleasure slowly dissipated, Izuku's mind cleared, and a bittersweet realization settled in. They were not lovers but they sure were fucking like they were making love, that made Izuku’s heart ached.

Izuku's chest tightened with a pang of sadness, as if he had been abruptly awakened from a beautiful dream, only to be confronted with the harsh reality of their arrangement.

They were two people who had entered into a mutual agreement, seeking benefits and gratification without the commitment of love. In that moment of clarity, it was painfully evident that he might just be a toy to Katsuki after all—a temporary source of pleasure, easily discarded when no longer needed.

After a moment, they pried apart, both glistening with post-sex glow and sweat. Katsuki tugged his dick out from Izuku slowly and stared at his own cum dripping out from Izuku’s well-used gaping hole with hooded eyes.

Izuku squirmed under Katsuki’s gaze. Lustful gaze.

He just came a load, his dick shouldn’t be reviving anytime soon.

But then Katsuki lifted his head and met Izuku’s, which made the already flustered Izuku instinctively shied away.

“Now tell me Izuku, this is the best sex of your life,” A genuine, unguarded grin spread across Katsuki's face, illuminating his features in a way Izuku had never witnessed before. In that moment, Katsuki appeared human, shedding the persona of the beastly and brutal man that others had painted him as.

Katsuki had been gentle with him these days, but this is the first time Izuku felt like Katsuki was showing him the side he had never shown to anyone before.

It was as if a hidden side of Katsuki was being unveiled, a side that had remained concealed from the world, but now exposed to Izuku alone. The realization sent a surge of warmth through Izuku's veins, enough to make him forget about the fact that he might be just a toy to Katsuki.

He could sense the happiness radiating from Kacchan and he couldn't help but feel a swell of joy, knowing that he might be the reason behind it. The thought filled Izuku with a sense of privilege, a feeling that he held a special place in Katsuki's world, even if it was within the confines of their arrangement.

If this continue on, the lines Izuku and Katsuki tried to draw might blur. It was a dangerous path they were treading, venturing into uncharted territory where emotions could easily become entangled.