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It was the morning after...

The incident. That's what he'd call it.

Katsuki woke up, feeling disoriented and dazed. He looked around and saw that he was in his room. It made no sense to why he felt so... awful. His... well, honestly, every part of him hurt. He tried remembering what happened last night.

***

"Fuck you, too!" He yelled back at his mother Mitsuki. She yelled something else back to him as he left the house, yet his shitty hearing got to him once again. He had one hearing aid in, but either way, he didn't think he wanted to hear what she wanted to say.

He walked for a while. Walked until he saw a bus stop. Katsuki decided to rest there. He'd go back. He always does. His mother Mitsuki wasn't too bad. The arguments were awful, but both knew that it was for the best. He just needed a break. Anything. He sat down and tried to clear his head.

It was fine.

That was, until, a man came up to him. Looked like he was maybe in his early 30s. Old as fuck, that was for sure. He was wearing a hoodie, dirty. That was gross. He looked at the man. His face was... blurred. Katsuki's head couldn't seem to remember his features well enough. That was fine.

"What's a boy like you doing out here alone?" His voice was raspy. Must've been a smoker. Fucking addicts. He ignored him.

At first.

"You're pretty. How old are you?" No response. "It's not nice to ignore someone. Didn't your parents teach you manners?" Katsuki sighed. He didn't know why he decided to act differently. Any other day, he would've gotten up and walked away. Yet..

"I'm 16."

"You're young." The guy smiled. Fucking smiled at him. Maybe that should've been the first red flag. "If you need a place to stay for a bit, my house is free. I have a son just a bit older than you."

Maybe he wasn't so bad. Then again, Katsuki wasn't one who was able to tell someone's intentions.

And so, they walked to his house. It was worn down, broken, and Katsuki couldn't seem to remember the route they took or where the house was. He guessed it wasn't important.

When they entered, there was trash all over the place, a broken TV, and it was honestly just a... mess. He walked in further. "Thought you had a son."

"He doesn't live with me anymore."

Well, fuck. Why not? Katsuki kept to himself and leaned against the wall. "Mind if you help me move this to my bedroom?" The man asked, gesturing to a box. "Sure, whatever." It was the least he could do after the man had let him stay here.

When he entered the bedroom, it was just a bed. A camera. And a computer. Odd, but Katsuki wasn't one to judge or make assumptions about things like this. He didn't care.

He should've cared. After setting the box down, he felt hands on him. Cold. Disgusting. "Just relax, okay?" The hands moved further down and-

***

Katsuki rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

Fog clouded his thoughts and he sat on the floor next to the toilet for a moment. Just. Thinking. That couldn't have been real. It must've been a dream, right? After all, he didn't couldn't remember what happened after that. Maybe it was just a few light touches! He's fine, it was fine.

Everything was fine.

He got up and brushed his teeth before checking his phone, the date and time. 5AM. He had about two to three hours to get to school. Katsuki grabbed his uniform and got undressed. He looked at the baggy sweatpants he had worn just a few hours ago. They had dirt on them and were stained. He looked at his black T-Shirt he put on and saw the same.

Katsuki wasn't one to cry.

But, at this moment, tears flooded and fell down his cheeks as he stared at the clothes he had put on in a moment of haste. He looked at his arms and saw slight scratches. He looked at his palms and saw burns, most likely from using his quirk. He didn't want to think any further than that moment. He went to the mirror he had and looked at his body. Scratches and red marks on his torso.

He felt like he had ran miles without stretching. Awful.

Katsuki panicked for a minute before he made a quick decision to shower. As soon as he got in the shower, he scrubbed. He washed and washed and washed until he felt some sort of cleanliness on him. He scrubbed until his skin felt raw and until he lost the feeling of hands on him.

He got out and didn't look at himself. He threw out his clothes he had worn and put on his uniform. Checking the clock, he had an hour left before school would start. That gave him an hour to think. He sat on his bed and just.

Stared. He stared at the wall, blinking back tears and forcing his brain to form atleast one singular coherent thought that wasn't about him. Katsuki felt gross. He would just take another shower later. Luckily, he was just at home for the weekend. He would be able to go back to the dorms today. He wouldn't be near home.

Near him.

***

Katsuki got to school and sat down in his seat. He couldn't act any different. He had to be his usual cocky, angry self or people would be suspicious. Or, maybe he should tell someone?

He felt conflicted. Telling someone meant admitting weakness. Admitting he ignored all the red, blaring alarms in his head that yelled Danger at him. It meant admitting he wasn't strong enough to fight him off. It meant admitting that he was used. Gross. Disgusting. It meant nobody would want him, now.

And that was all the reasoning he needed to keep quiet. It was fine. It'd be okay.

***

The hands led down to his waistband and Katsuki panicked. He got up almost immediately and turned around. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Oh, come on. I'm letting you stay here." He answered, getting closer. There was barely any space between them, Katsuki being pinned stuck against the wall. Right, he could use his qu-

There was something wet against his lips and he attempted to pull back. A fucking kiss. He activated his quirk, yet the man pinned his arms to his sides. He wasn't able to do much in this pinned state. Fuck. C'mon, Katsuki, you can't even push such a weak man off of you?

Panic flooded Katsuki as the man's hands wandered his body. Katsuki attempted to scream when a hand clamped his mouth shut.

"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be. I could end your life right fucking now, okay?"

...

He nodded. In the midst of fear and panic and disgust, Katsuki fucking nodded. Maybe listening would make this quicker.

It didn't. Katsuki rebelled and in return he got threats, held down, and hurt. It all hurt. He couldn't help but sob and try to use his quirk. Only light sparks appeared, and in return, the man hurt him again for not listening.

So, Katsuki gave up. He let him.

***

"-go?" Katsuki woke up to the scent of burning and muffled speaking. He opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Kirishima and a few of his other friends.

"What do you want this time?" He growled, bringing his head up. When he looked down, his paper was scorched. Well, fuck. That explained the burning scent. He looked at Kirishima with a confused look.

"Bro, class ended like 5 minutes ago," He looked worried. "You were sleeping and nobody wanted to wake you but your quirk started going off."

Fuck.

"I was just tired, must've lost a bit of control."

That was a good excuse, right? That was fine. That was okay. Kirishima seemed to only slightly believe his lie, but the rest just nodded and walked away to get on with their lives.

Katsuki checked the clock and saw that it was passing period, and almost time for training. He sighed and said his goodbyes to Kirishima as he walked into the hallway.

On his walk, he saw people laughing and talking with friends. It was as if this was just a normal day. But, it wasn't normal. Katsuki had the worst day of his entire life and nobody would fucking know. Everyone would just continue their lives as normal while he, on the other hand, had to suffer with the memories and the guilt.

***

If he was being honest, he was excited to train. It was a way to deal with his usual anger. Punching and fighting was easy to do and he was able to analyze his opponent's fighting styles (and fuck he sounds like Deku but it's true.) Katsuki was able to also give tips, maybe in the rudest way possible, but it was advice nonetheless.

He was paired with Tape-Face. Great. Katsuki always did well during training. It was one of his strengths. Staying on his feet and thinking quickly. He had no worries about this.

"Yo!" Sero yelled, walking up to him. "You ready?" Katsuki backed up slightly to give them space and he nodded, glaring angrily at him. "Better not go easy on me, spiderman." Sero grinned in response as they got into their places.

5 minutes in, Katsuki began to feel tired and weak. Maybe from the lack of sleep and the fact he woke up in so much fucking pain. He went to dodge Sero, but found himself tied up on the ground. He wriggled around to free himself, and when it didn't work, panic set in.

Now, this wasn't the first time Katsuki had been restricted. He was held down by the sludge monster. Chained at the sports festival. Chained by the League Of Villains.

But, this time-

Hands around his arms, pinning him down. "It isn't as enjoyable if you fucking cry about it." Hands around his throat and he couldn't breathe he couldn't move he couldn't defend himself he was defenseless and oh god he was gonna fucking die-

"Bakugo! Fuck, are you okay!?" Alarmed yelling awoke him from the horrid memory and he simply stared at Sero. He realized his eyes had tears in them and he was not about to fucking cry infront of everyone.

He was now untied, his hands letting off small sparks before he commanded them to stop. "I'm fine, fucker. Calm your tits." Sero looked afraid. "Dude."

"I tied you with my tape and you looked gone. Looked like you were about to cry, man. And then you started using your quirk and I couldn't get you back with me." Sero explained. God. Fuck. He couldn't let this fuck him up.

"I'm fine." He snapped back, a bit more meaner than intended, but who cared? He for sure didn't. He got up and dusted himself off. "Let's go again."

"Let's not." A voice behind him. Fucking Aizawa-Sensei. He turned around and clenched his fists in anger as he glared at the man. "And why the fuck not?" He hissed.

"You look a mess. Go." Katsuki went to open his mouth to refuse, but he was fucking tired and didn't want to get taken out from training entirely. So, he angrily stomped away and sat against the wall as he sipped on his water bottle.

Fuck this. Fuck everyone. He's forced fo sit out over one incident? He was fine!

He then began to panic. What if Aizawa knew what happened to him? What if Sero knew? What if Sero told everyone and fuck he couldn't breathe again-

He inhaled sharply and cut off his train of thoughts. See, Katsuki knew it was rape. He knew how rape works and how you're supposed to tell someone. How you tell them what you went through and they'd help. But, Katsuki couldn't .

He was a guy. You never see guys on the news or true crime being raped. Plus, the way his body reacted... god, he was disgusting. He couldn't tell anyone. He just couldn't. His eyes watered again.

"Atleast you're a pretty crier."

Katsuki flinched at the memory. It all came back in pieces, but honestly, he preferred to not remember it at all. He wiped his eyes.

He wanted to fucking die.

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Maybe Katsuki was being a bit dramatic.

And maybe getting into an argumet with his homeroom teacher (who was his favorite teacher, but he'd never admit that) was a bit much. And maybe getting sent to the dorms early was a bad move on his part.

But, in his defense, he was tired and couldn't shake the memories of last night off of him. He was not going to let himself become a victim. He had no right to call himself a victim when he sat there and fucking took it. He has no right to keep thinking about it. He shouldn't care.

So why was he crying in his dorm? Why were the memories clouding his judgement? Why did he yell at his teacher? Fuck. His life genuinely felt ruined. All because he agreed to staying over at a fucking creep's house! What happened to 'stranger danger'? Why the fuck would he do that!?

He punched his wall. It made a slight dent and he got even angrier. Now he was just breaking shit! Katsuki was a lost cause. He'd never become a hero at this rate. He was not going to let this ruin him. He wasn't going to let him ruin his life.

He heard a knock at his door. Katsuki angrily stomped over and opened the door. "What is it?"

Todoroki.

He and Katsuki never spoke much, though Katsuki knew about Todoroki and vice versa. They were often paired up for training exercises, and honestly, Katsuki had a slight bit of respect for the guy. Living with Endeavor must be tough.

"I wanted to let you know that tomorrow we will be having training first instead of regular classes." He stood there, explaining.

"I heard you got sent to the dorms early." He continued speaking. Clearly, the dude didn't know how to shut the hell up. And didn't know what topics were off-fucking-limits.

"Leave."

"I don't like Sero's quirk, either." Katsuki paused and stared at him. What? First of all, Sero's quirk was fine for Katsuki. He was fine. Todoroki didn't know anything about him!

"Why the fuck are you telling me this?" He leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms. Honestly, he didn't care much. Todoroki was fucked up, sure, and he knew the reason he hated Sero's quirk was probably because of Endeavor. As always.

"I saw how you reacted to his quirk. I just wanted to let you know that it's hard for me too."

"Is this some kind of fucking therapy session? Lay off, Icyhot." Katsuki sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Get out."

"I apologize." Todoroki responded, before turning away to leave. Katsuki shut the door almost immediately. Todoroki knew nothing. They weren't alike at all. And even so, he didn't fucking need Shouto Todoroki to make him feel better. Katsuki didn't need comfort. He was fine.

Without realizing, "I'm fine" had become a common phrase that he thought. It was a manifestation, a mantra, because maybe if Katsuki said it enough, it'd come true. Maybe if he convinced the world it didn't happen, it wouldn't be real.

***

"Don't fucking touch me-" The words left his mouth faster than his brain could even process the fact he was being touched. He visibly flinched at the sudden contact, nausea flooding his body.

For a split moment, he saw the smile. The smile of his attacker, (not rapist because Katsuki refuses to admit that he had gotten raped.) the smell of the bedroom, the camera. He sharply inhaled and pulled himself together.

"Shit, sorry, man." Kaminari had responded. It was just Kaminari. They weren't at the house. They weren't at his bedroom. It wasn't him. It was just Kaminari. The stupid fucking charger.

They were at UA. Specifically, the dorms. Katsuki had came to the kitchen to grab something to eat. He hadn't eaten all day, and the nausea was starting to get to him. He wanted, no, needed to be in top shape. He couldn't leave not even one sign that he wasn't okay.

And, honestly, for Katsuki trying this hard to seem like nothing had happened, he was doing awfully. Come on, the flinching and almost crying during training? He worried he was making himself so... obvious.

"Got it?" Oh. Fuck. He didn't hear a single word Kaminari had told him. He was stuck in his head, again.

"No."

"Training is first thing in the morning tomorrow. Thought you'd wanna know since, y'know, you got kicked out early." Kaminari repeated. He was in the middle of scooping out icecream, that fatass...

"I fucking knew that already." He bit back. A bit more aggressive than needed, but he hoped he seemed like hos usual self. "Half-n-half told me."

"You talk to Todoroki?" Kaminari said it like it was a fucking shocker. Like Katsuki would never talk to anyone. Which, honestly, partially was true but fuck him. "Yes." He exhaled in annoyance and turned to leave when he felt a hand gripping his wrist.

Maybe Katsuki had always hated touch. Maybe he had always felt sick from the feeling of hands on him. It fucking sucked. He pulled himself away quickly and looked at Kaminari.

"Woah. Sorry," He looked confused and worried. "You good? You looked terrified."

"I'm fucking fine." Katsuki wouldn't, no, couldn't show any type of weakness. He refused to be viewed as the victim who let a simple memory control them. He refused to be labeled as vulnerable and afraid.

Katsuki was not fucking weak.

***

It was a day after the incident and somehow Katsuki still found himself crying and shaking in the corner of his dorm. It's been a day. Why had this still affected him? He was a hero-in-training, he should be desensitized to traumatic things happening to him.

And this wasn't even the worst of his trauma! Being kidnapped, abused! This was nothing. So, why did it hurt so bad? Why did it feel like his world was ending? He was lucky to even be able to be here right now.

Katsuki sat on the bed and stared at the camera pointing at him. He looked to his side and saw the man sleeping, peacefully.

Katsuki didn't think he'd ever be able to sleep ever again.

He got up and put on his clothes. His head was empty, he had no energy, no will to scream at the man and fight him for doing that to him. For raping him.

He quietly made sure the camera was shut off. A memory flashed through his head.

"This is for later, I won't post it to anything if you behave and don't tell anyone." The man said with a smirk. By then, Katsuki had worn himself out with the fighting and screaming, all he could do was nod.

He sighed and walked away, out the bedroom, stepping over trash, out the house, and he began his walk home. He felt numb. Katsuki didn't think he'd ever want to take this street ever again.

He got back home and saw everyone was asleep, and so he snuck in through the window.

Moments after blurred, but he assumed he had eventually fell asleep.

The man didn't kill him but Katsuki was dead.

He got up and walked out his dorm to go for a run. Running would clear his head. He could focus on exercise instead of the memories. Right when he got out the door, he felt someone near him.

"Going out?"

Aizawa. Fuck. He always shows up at the worst times. He honestly still felt guilty for arguing with him, and a bit embarrassed. He didn't mean to lash out like that. Not the point.

"I'm going on a run, got a problem with that?"

"It's past curfew." Aizawa looked at the watch on his wrist. "And you should be asleep."

"Pfft," Katsuki scoffed. "Right, dad." He sighed and began to walk past Aizawa before he was grabbed. What the hell was everyone's issue with grabbing him today!? He quickly retracted his hand and glared at him.

"Don't touch me."

"Listen, are you okay?" It was different from the man's usual stern tone when he was in trouble. It was different from the way he speaks to Katsuki.

"I'm fine."

"You come to school extra early, looking like you haven't slept in days," He put up one finger. "You almost have a panic attack during sparring with Sero," Another, "You get into an argument with me when I ask you to sit out and now you're sneaking out to go for a run when I know you sleep at 8 everyday." He listed off.

Katsuki paused. Had he been that obvious? Does Aizawa know? No. He can't know. There was no possible way.   This was just how Katsuki usually acted! Maybe a bit less... insane, but otherwise there was no other way Aizawa could know.

"I just had a hard weekend, a lot of homework, okay? I'll go back into the dorms, now." Katsuki grumbled, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. He didn't want to talk about this. About anything. He couldn't tell Aizawa.

Though Aizawa looked unconvinced, he shrugged and nodded. "Okay. You can talk to me whenever you need to. I may be your teacher, but I am responsible for you all, now." He began to walk away.

"Get some rest."

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Everyone worrying about Katsuki was fucking stupid.

Can't they see he's fine? Sure, he's been panicking more than usual and lashing out at people but that could easily go for his usual personality! This was so stupid. He was trying his best to act like it didn't affect him yet somehow he's still thinking about it!

Did he really have that much power over him?

In all honesty, Katsuki felt hopeless. Stuck. Controlled. Did he even know how Katsuki still thought about it? How he lies awake at night, unable to sleep, fearing it'll replay in his head? How any slight touch terrified Katsuki?

It was only one night.

One night of pleasure for the man, a lifetime of trauma for Katsuki. Was the pleasure really that worth it?

Katsuki wiped his eyes and realized he had started to cry. Again. When did he become so much of a crybaby? He wanted the thoughts to stop.

He thought back to all those moments after the "sludge" incident. How'd he get through it? God, he blocked so much of it out that he-

Oh.

Right.

He got up and walked over to a drawer near by his bed. Inside, he moved things around to find a small box. Originally, it was the container of headphones he had used in middle school. Now, when he had opened it, it was used for blades.

Why hide it in a box? He didn't want anyone knowing that it was there. He couldn't let people know it was in there. Especially his parents. They'd be disappointed, but this was honestly his only real way of coping.

He told himself he'd stop. And he did, yet, he brought the box with him to UA. He spent too much time taking the screws off a fucking pencil sharpener for it to go to waste.

What if he needed it? A just incase. A last resort. And now? His only option. He took the blades out the box and sat on his bed.

He did one small cut on his wrist. The thoughts didn't stop. He did another. And another. Another. 4 was when the pain got too much, a distraction, his mind was quiet. Silent. No flashbacks, no sadness, no anger, he felt okay.

After the bliss of silence went away, reality hit him. Fuck. He had to hide them. Somehow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He felt the sting on his arms and watched as the blood dripped down.

He got up and began rummaging through his belongings, searching for a first aid kit. He always kept one. He often got hurt during training and didn't want to bother Recovery Girl. It was a plus, as then he was now able to save civilians with basic first aid knowledge.

Now, it was just used to save himself. God, Katsuki was so, so selfish. He finally found the first aid kid and began cleaning his wounds, wrapping them up. He needed an excuse. Or maybe not? As long as he kept them hidden enough. He usually never wore his proper uniform, dreading the way it felt against his skin, but he decided the long sleeves would help.

His hero costume? He could use his winter one and use the excuse of "I need to sweat more for my quirk." Training? Long sleeves. Easy. Easy! Katsuki would be okay. Everything was okay.

He finished wrapping himself up and put the blades away. He shoved them deep into the desk drawer. He checked the time. 3AM. That gave him a few hours of sleep.

If he got to sleep.

***

"Yo! Bakugo!" Kirishima exclaimed, putting a hand around his shoulder as he gave his usual cheery smile. "You sick? You're finally wearing your uniform properly."

"Shut up." He responded, pushing him off. Sickening.

"Sorry, sorry!" He backed off, still smiling. Kirishima was stupid, and lucky for Katsuki, that's what he needed. "Serious talk though,"

"What is it?"

"Are you okay? You've been acting super... off? Lately." Kirishima's face turned serious as he crossed his arms.

"I'm fucking fine, okay? Just not sleeping well."

"If you say so. I'm here to talk." He smiled and turned to walk away, waving. "See you later."

Katsuki waved back and sighed. He almost felt guilty for cutting. He felt guilty knowing he had the blade in his back pocket. He felt guilty even as he walked to the bathroom and pulled up his sleeve.

He didn't feel guilty when the blade hit his skin.

Some would call this "unhealthy coping." Which, to Katsuki, didn't make sense. If it was working and helping him "cope" (which he didn't need to do, because there was nothing to cope for.) how is that unhealthy?

Besides, he could stop whenever he wanted.

***

"Katsuki, are you fucking kidding me!?" His mother yelled, grabbing his arm. "You make me seem like a terrible mother. I try. So hard for you. And you do this?"

"I'm sorry. It isn't you, I-"

"Stop doing this shit. Grow the fuck up." Tears rolled down his mother's cheek. He knew she cared. But he would have really preferred comfort.

Beggars can't be choosers.

***

He sighed as he patched himself up and began walking to the gym. While walking, Katsuki realized he hadn't thought of the incident all day!

Okay. That doesn't count.

But, clearly Katsuki was over it! This "coping" mechanism clearly helped. He hid a smile and happily walked over to his next class.

And just as he got there-

"You aren't sparring today."

"The fuck? Why?!" He growled. Aizawa always had to ruin his fucking day, didn't he? Katsuki was doing so good. No panic attacks, no flashbacks of him. He finally found something that worked for him.

"Firstly, you look sick. Secondly, last night you clearly didn't sleep." Aizawa said.

"You aren't my dad!"

"I'm not, but I am responsible for your wellbeing while you're in my care."

"Fuck you."

"Go sit down, Bakugo."

He flipped him off as he walked away and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. Fuck him. Seriously! Katsuki was fine. What if he's had an off week?

They were just proving that the man had fucked up Katsuki so badly that it's all he is now- a victim.

And did they know about it? No. But-

It doesn't mean anything. If they treat him like this now, imagine the way they'd treat him once they'd find out. God, everyone would be so disappointed in him. They already think he's so weak-

"You can try pushing me off, but we both know it wont work. You're just making it harder for yourself."

"Do you want to be killed? I can treat you a lot rougher than I am now." The man whispered in his ear. A threat.

His body hurt from the pressure and it felt like he was being torn apart. He shook his head and stopped fighting back for a moment, crying.

"Stop fucking crying."

He felt a hand around his throat and-

"Bakugo. Get up."

Katsuki came back from the memory, feeling even more nauseous than before. He looked at the ground.

Great. He threw up. He looked up and saw Aizawa standing infront of him. He got up and stared at the ground.

"We're going to the nurse. This isn't negotiable." Katsuki nodded. "You will be sitting out of training again tomorrow."

He nodded again, not bothering to speak. This was embarrassing. Katsuki was a fucking embarrassement.

He walked with Aizawa over to Recovery Girl's office. She gave him a juice box and checked his vitals. Aizawa didn't bother to look at him.

"You seem fine, honey. But, I'd like you to stay here for a few more hours." He nodded. Aizawa and Recovery Girl walked away to 'talk.'

Talk about how Katsuki was weak and gross and disgusting and how he lets little things control him-

He felt nauseous again.

"Bakugo?"

"Uh- Yeah?" He looked up to see Aizawa.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"You threw up during training. You aren't okay."

"I was overworked."

"You were sitting down." Aizawa responded, stating a fact that Katsuki had forgotten.

"Right."

"I told you I'm here if you need to talk."

"I know."

"Did anything happen over the weekend?" Katsuki stared at Aizawa. He asked that question as if Katsuki didn't have the worst fucking weekend ever. As if he wasn't fearing for his life. The nausea came back and all Katsuki could do was shake his head.

"Nothing happened at home?"

He shook his head again. Atleast that wasn't a lie, because it didn't happen at home. Therefore, not a lie.

"Okay. I believe you." No he didn't.

They sat in silence for a moment before Aizawa reached out to Katsuki. He visibly flinched and Aizawa noticed. Fuck.

"I'm here if you need to talk."

"I fucking got that."

"Okay."

Aizawa walked away and Katsuki stared at the wall. He was fucked.

Ruined.

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Katsuki stared at Recovery Girl as she sat infront of his bed. She looked... sad. Or worried. Scared. That upset him. He didn't want, need, to worry his own teachers. Especially the poor elder woman who was just trying to get through the day.

"Do you have any idea on why you threw up?"

"I already talked to Aizawa about this." He responded quickly.

"I'm the nurse."

"I don't know." He said, adding in a small, barely audible, "i'm sorry" at the end. She sighed and turned around.

He knew. He knew why he was sick. But how could he tell anyone without seeming weak and disgusting? Everyone would view him so differently. And that guy- fuck. The camera. The dude had fucking recordings of that shit.

He couldn't risk it.

***

It was friday. Friday and Katsuki had gotten anything but peaceful sleep. The constant nightmares, the sickness that came the next morning, the food he couldn't eat, the panic attacks every night, the constant phone checking, he was so scared and exhaused.

He considered telling someone. Anyone.

But he didn't.

It was 8 AM and Katsuki had been peacefully sitting in his desk, scribbling on a peace of paper to distract himself. That's when he heard it. A stupid conversation that didn't involve him, a conversation that shouldn't involve him.

"Did you see the news?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Poor girl." He didn't mean to listen to their conversation. Maybe he was bored, wanting a way out his own thoughts.

It was Kaminari, Uraraka, and Momo.

"Wait, what?"

"A hero- I think her name's Eclipse? She recently came out and spoke about her traumatizing experience with this company."

"Like abuse?"

"No- Kami, she got raped."

Katsuki perked up at the word- feeling an all-too familiar sickness rise up in his stomach. He didn't want to listen into their conversation but...

"Oh, shit. Really?"

"Yes."

Katsuki turned around to face them. "Why do you guys care so much about someone else's dumb ass problems?"

"Because!" Uraraka responded, turning to face him. "It's important to speak up on these things for awareness!"

Kaminari titled his head in confusion, his phone in his hand. "Says here it happened a year ago. Why speak up now?"

"It isn't like a 'one day and it goes away' type of thing, Kaminari!" She grumbled. "It's trauma."

He exhaled and continued scrolling on his phone. "This is fucked up, though I gotta say I never heard of her before this."

"Still! Poor Eclipse."

"Her quirk's strong, why didn't she just fight harder?"

"I don't know! Why don't you just call her up and ask?" Uraraka responded sarcastically.

Katsuki turned around. Listening to that conversation just confirmed all his suspicions and fears. If he told someone, he'd be nothing more than a victim. He wouldn't be known for his academic achievements nor his physical strength and amazing hero work, he'd simply be a victim. Someone to pity.

He wouldn't be praised for speaking up, instead he'd be berated for not fighting hard enough. He'd be asked "why not speak up earlier?" Why?

He sighed, getting up to leave. He didn't want to hear anymore bullshit about this.

On his walk in the hallways, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"What are you doing?" Great. Aizawa just had to come at the worst fucking time. Always.

"I'm going for a walk."

"To the office, I'd hope."

"Leave me the fuck alone."

"Bakugo, what is up with you?"

Katsuki turned around and stared at him. "You're acting different." He stared again. He didn't say anything.

They stood in silence for a moment before Aizawa turned to walk away.

"Let's go."

Katsuki, for some odd reason, followed him. Aizawa led him into an old conference room and explained that nobody had used the room much.

"So, you can talk freely."

"There isn't anything to talk about."

"Ochako said you walked out when they were talking about a certain topic."

"It wasn't because of that." He said quickly. Maybe if he made Aizawa believe he was okay, Katsuki could just move on from all this like he was supposed to-

"It has nothing to do with Eclipse?"

"No."

"I'd like your opinion on it."

"This has nothing to do with school."

Aizawa cracked a smile. "You got me there." He went back to his usual nonchalant demeanor and continued. "Still, I'd like to hear your opinion on this topic."

"It's a shame what happened to her."

"It is."

"I think the media treating her like a victim is stupid."

"Why's that? Is she not one?"

"I don't think her whole career should be broken down to being raped." Why the fuck was he talking about this?

"I agree. Eclipse has done many good things in her life, her career should outshine her trauma. I also agree that she can be called a victim." Aizawa responded.

"That's fucking stupid!" He said, raising his voice a bit. "She's a hero, and we're all just going to call her a victim and know her as a victim? What about her accomplishments? Dunce-face even said he didn't know her before this!"

"That's a shame, she's a very good hero."

"Well, too fucking bad she got raped and now that's the only goddamn thing about her!" He yelled.

"Katsuki."

He froze and sat back in his chair, looking down.

"You seem to have very strong feelings about this."

"I don't give a fuck about it. It has nothing to do with me. Poor her. She should've fought back." He winced at the last part, regretting it.

"Maybe she tried."

"She should've done it better."

"Sometimes it's tough. The body and mind reacts differently when faced with certain situations."

"Whatever." Katsuki got up and wiped the tears in his eyes. He hadn't realized he'd been crying. That didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

"I'm leaving."

"That's fine, I apologize." Aizawa said, sounding sincere.

Katsuki sighed and walked out the room.

***

He walked through the empty hallways until he found the bathroom.

He opened the stall and grabbed the blade he had in his pocket.

The first time he cut was on Tuesday. He had hidden it well. Now, when he looks at his arms he feels regret. The cuts were healing, yet he could still visibly see them.

That didn't matter. It didn't matter if they healed or not. Katsuki just continued to make new cuts.

A new mess to drag himself out of.

Chapter Text

Katsuki stood awake Sunday night, worrying. He worried he was being obvious. He worried everyone knew. Yet, he knew, deep down, nobody knew.

Nobody cared. Nobody realized the signs he had shown, and that was what he wanted.

Or did he want that?

Katsuki sighed as he put on his uniform. He didn't know what he wanted. He didn't want people to find out, but at the same time, he so desperately wished for comfort. 

He wanted the guy dead, honestly. He wanted him gone.

He got up.

He left his dorms.

He checked his phone. A multitude of texts from the day before. Katsuki didn't bother checking his phone anymore. It wasn't worth it.

BAKUSQUAD!!!!

Shitty Hair: who wanna hangout tmr

Pinky: cantttt :(( way busy

Charger: IM IN 

Shitty Hair: we can go to the park

Charger: GOT IT

Without thinking, he sent his reply.

Kat: i'll go.

He put his hoodie on and left.

***

"I can't believe you really decided to come, dude!" 

"Shut up."

Katsuki put his hands in his hoodie, scowling. Kirishima looked at him with a worried expression and Katsuki let out an annoyed sigh. "Stop staring at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you pity me or some shit. I don't have to be here if you guys are gonna treat me like someone to fucking pity."

"I'm just worried 'bout you, man," Kirishima slung his arm around Katsuki's shoulders and got closer. He supressed his nausea and politely shrugged him off. "Y'know, you've just been... acting off, lately." 

"Fuck off."

"I'm just trying to help you, sorry! Ever since we got back to school this week, you've been... angrier? Closed off?"

"That's how I fucking am!" He flung his hands up and raised his voice slightly.

"Did something happen over the weekend when you were at home, dude?" Kirishima was fucking pushing it and he knew.

"You- No! Nothing happened, so just fucking drop it!"

"You can tell me anything, we're best friends." Kirishima smiled sheepishly, keeping a worried look as Katsuki grew louder.

"You don't know anything. We aren't fucking friends, either-" Katsuki turned around before the tears had a chance to fall.

Kirishima reached out as he watched Katsuki walk away.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME." He yelled. Kirishima immediately backed off, putting his hands behind his back. "Shit, sorry, dude." Katsuki huffed and walked away.

"I'm leaving. I didn't want to come anyway. I pity you guys."

"You don't mean that."

"I fucking mean everything I say, dipshit."

He didn't mean it.

***

Katsuki was pulling at his hair, kicking his walls. His room was a mess, his belongings thrown around. It looked as if he had gotten robbed; but he hadn't. This was something he did himself. Katsuki was full of rage, not the regular rage he always experienced, but pure anger and disgust towards everything.

He had pushed everything off his desks, throwing clothes around in a sorry attempt to let out the anger in his body. It didn't work. He was mad.

Mad at everyone, everything. He was mad at Kirishima for assuming he was weak. He was mad at Aizawa for caring too much. He was mad at his attacker for making him feel this way. 

Yet, most of all, Katsuki was mad at himself. In this moment, he hated himself. Yelling at his best and only friend? Saying he didn't care about them? He fucked up.

He kicked his nighstand and wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. Katsuki was a bad person and everyone knew this.

Maybe he deserved what had happened to him.

Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari, Aizawa, Todoroki. They didn't deserve to be treated the way Katsuki has treated them these past few days.

God.

He was fucked up in the head.

He should be dead.

And for the first time in a while, Katsuki genuinely thought of killing himself.

The thought disappeared as fast as it appeared. He knew it'd come back sooner or later.

He crouched down, sobbing for a moment before hearing a knock at his door. He sighed and got up, wiping his tears. He opened the door slightly, careful to not let his messed up room show.

"The fuck do you want?"

"Hey." Kirishima. He didn't know when to give it up, did he? You'd think yelling at him and telling him you don't give a fuck would be a wake up call for him, but it isn't.

"What do you want?" He repeated.

"I came here to check on you a while ago and I heard like crashing in here are you-" Kirishima peaked his head into Katsuki's room, taking a glimpse of the clothes all over the floor. Katsuki, almost immediately, covered the crack of the door. "..okay?" He said, finishing the question.

"Yes."

"You kind of blew up on me earlier."

"Get out."

"Katsuki, listen, I don't understand why you've been so... pissed off, more than usual, lately but your anger seems to be misdirected." 

"Get the fuck out." Katsuki attempted to shut the door yet Kirishima stuck his foot in the doorway last second, forcing it to stay open. 

"I'm serious. You're mad at the wrong people, and I could help you if you told me what was wrong-"

"Nothing's wrong. Bye."

"Wait- Bakugo-" Katsuki slammed the door shut.

Kirishima stood there for a moment and sighed. He stared at Katsuki's door before walking away.

On his way to the common room, he ran into Shoto. Just the person he needed. (No, literally!) "Hey, Sho!"

Shoto turned around and looked for the name-caller. He saw Kirishima and waved, walking over. "Hello."

"I hate to pry into your... past, but Katsuki has been real fucked up lately. Any idea on why? Therapy must be helpin' you figure out how other people feel too, right?" He rambled, smiling sheepishly at the other boy.

Shoto smiled and nodded. "I prefer not to share my findings about people's feelings with anyone. Though, Katsuki must be going through a traumatic point in his life." Shoto began. "All we can do as his friends and peers is be there for him and support him in this moment. He'll talk when he's ready."

Kirishima smiled. "Thanks, dude!"

"You're welcome."

Shoto walked away, passing by Katsuki's dorm. He lingered for a bit more than necessary. Katsuki and him were more alike than he must think.

Chapter Text

Shoto didn't know much about social cues, let alone feelings. He was forced to supress and hide his feelings.

That meant no crying, no being angry, no anything. This made it difficult for Shoto to tell if other's were being genuine or were upset. Of course, once he got into UA and his older sister, Fuyumi, got a family therapist, this changed.

He got diagnosed with a multitude of things. Autism, PTSD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and situational mutism. They were still working on getting him more diagnosis, such as panic disorders and such. Yet, Shoto's been the best he's been for a while.

He had many accommodations in UA. Aizawa, and the rest of the staffing, understands his issues.

After being abused his whole life, Shoto knows the signs. Despite not knowing emotions well, not understanding when people are upset, he was able to spot the obvious signs of the aftermath of a traumatic event.

That's why Shoto went up to Katsuki that day.

Endeavor did a lot of things to Shoto his entire life. A lot of them caused him to fear certain things, yet as a hero (and with therapy) he's pushed through it. And, that's how he knew Katsuki Bakugo had issues.

Now, Shoto didn't know exactly what was wrong.

His brightest idea was to go up to him and ask.

Not a good plan, as he learned from Katsuki's interactions with everyone else. Katsuki was the type to keep his problems to himself. As Shoto did. They had that in common, atleast.

Honestly, Shoto didn't want to scare him away with the tons of questions he had. He wanted to become closer with Katsuki, help him, be friends. So, he decided to leave him alone.

And, there was "Plan B." Shoto had learned from therapy that an option was to "tell a trusted adult." He would've told Fuyumi, but that didn't make sense.

That's the story of why Shoto was currently sitting with Aizawa in his classroom. They were alone, as he waited for everyone else to leave before bringing this up.

"Yes, Shoto?" Aizawa was grading papers, he didn't look up at Shoto when speaking. Which, he honestly preferred over the constant need to force eye contact.

"I'm here to bring up some worries I had."

"About?"

"Katsuki Bakugo."

Aizawa stopped what he was doing to look up at Shoto. He raised an eyebrow. "Continue."

"I worry that he is, or has, been mistreated in the past. During my observations-"

"You need to stop that."

"Yes, I've been told. Anyway, during my observations during training, he has negative reactions to things such as restraint and such."

Aizawa sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. He let out a sigh. "Nobody likes being restrained."

"Yes, but his reactions are abnormal."

"He's been kidnapped before."

"Is he attending therapy for that issue?"

"I'm not allowed to disclose that information with a student."

"So, he isn't. An even better reason to check up on him."

He smiled at Shoto and leaned on his desk. "I'm glad you brought this to my attention, Shoto. I will check on him. Have you spoken with him yourself on this topic?"

"No."

"If you do speak to him at any point, please try to convince him to open up. You, out of everyone, are the easiest to speak to when it comes to these subjects."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Shoto said, grabbing his bag as he got up and began to leave. "Thank you, Sensei." He waved and walked out the classroom.

He hoped Katsuki was okay, and if something was wrong, he hoped he had the courage to say something.

***

Katsuki could not tell anyone.

This was known, from the day it happened to the panic attacks to the nightmares and to the talks with Aizawa.

Yet, as Katsuki stared at the text, he couldn't help but think now was the time to tell someone. Drop a hint, do anything.

Unknown Number

Saw you today.

You remember me, right?

One video attachment.

And fuck. He didn't want to click the video. Katsuki wanted to block the number and act like none of this happened. He wanted to fucking die.

Still, he typed back.

Don't fucking text me.

That's not a nice way to talk to your fans, Katsuki.

Leave me alone.

He sat on his bed and thought about what to do. It was Wednesday morning, he had class in a few hours. Fuck.

He grabbed his bag and began his walk to school.

***

"Bakugo, early again I see."

He simply stared at Aizawa, phone in his hand. How could he tell Aizawa any of this?

"I have a question."

"About class? Kind of too early to make me answer school-related questions."

He gave Aizawa a glare. "What happened?"

"I have this friend."

He raised an eyebrow, but Katsuki continued.

"He- he's being threatened." He clutched his phone. "How do I... tell this friend... it's okay to speak up?" He didn't bother looking at Aizawa.

"Which friend?"

"Not important."

"Katsuki."

Katsuki rubbed his eyes and felt the warmth of tears. He started crying again without even realizing.

Aizawa knew. All Katsuki did was hold out his phone with the messages, the video, the proof. Aizawa took it and looked at Katsuki, before turning his attention to the video playing on his phone.

The volume was off.

He watched about 5 seconds of the video before turning it off and putting the phone on his desk. He looked at Katsuki. Staring for a moment. "Do you need me to call Recovery Girl?" He asked. Katsuki looked up, his face wet with tears and shook his head.

"Take a seat."

He listened, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting next to Aizawa's desk.

"I've seen the video, I didn't watch it fully, but I have an understanding of what's happening." Aizawa said. "But, I'd like to hear it from you. What happened over the weekend, Katsuki?"

A sob. He didn't bother looking up at Aizawa. He couldn't. He felt sick to his stomach, a familiar nausea appearing in his gut as he struggled to keep his cries at bay.

He took a deep breath, and said it, the words he didn't want to believe. The words he told himself he'd never say outloud, because that would make it real. This made it real.

"I got raped."

Chapter Text

This was the 5th time today that a student had came up to Aizawa with concerns about Katsuki. There truly wasn't much he could do about it, honestly.

He had tried speaking to him. Katsuki had angrily refused and walked out most times. Most concerns were "he's acting weird", which isn't an unusual Katsuki thing to do, but either way it worried not only his classmates but Aizawa as well.

Everyone could see the change in Katsuki after that one weekend at home. Aizawa had his suspicions (or assumptions) on what happened, it could've been abuse, just a bad weekend, anything. Though his parents never did seem like the type to abuse a child, you truly never know what could be going on in someone's home.

But, yet again, what could Aizawa do besides wait? Wait for the true confession from Katsuki. Wait for him to finally admit he isn't okay. And when that happened, Aizawa would be here.

Aizawa didn't think that day would come so soon.

It was a Wednesday morning, sunny outside and it looked like the weather was going to be perfect. It was a regular day for Aizawa, he got to his classroom early to work on grading. He didn't like grading at home, as he preferred to focus not only on his hero work but on relaxing after an emotionally tiring day at work.

Katsuki walked in. It wasn't unusual now, as he started coming to school earlier than usual. He usually sat down at his desk and did some work, or slept, and Aizawa let him. Today was different. Katsuki came up to his desk.

He stood there for a moment before speaking.

"I have a question."

"About class? Kind of too early to make me answer school-related questions." He joked.

Seeing the annoyance in Katsuki's face, he redirected back to the conversation. "What happened?"

"I have this friend."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, already knowing there was no 'friend.'

"He- he's being threatened. How do I... tell this friend... it's okay to speak up?" He didn't look at Aizawa, instead clutched the phone in his hand. Aizawa looked at it, before asking.

"Which friend?"

"Not important."

God, he could be so stubborn. "Katsuki."

He simply held out the phone, giving it to Aizawa. He took it and saw a video. It was of a room, arguably a bedroom. He clicked play-

Oh.

It was that sort of video.

Aizawa paused it and went to speak to Katsuki. "Do you need me to call Recovery Girl?" No.

He held back a sigh. "Take a seat."

"I've seen the video, I didn't watch it fully, but I have an understanding of what's happening." Aizawa said. "But, I'd like to hear it from you. What happened over the weekend, Katsuki?"

***

"I got raped."

Katsuki saw the expression in Aizawa's face change and he panicked. "I-I-" He got up and grabbed his phone. "Nothing happened to me. It was my friend and fuck- Just forget about this, seriously."

"Katsuki, sit back down." He stared at his teacher before listening.

It was quiet for a moment before a small whisper could be heard. "Please don't tell anyone."

"I'm a mandated reporter."

"Aizawa. Please."

"Okay. I'm gonna have to ask you some questions. I'm gonna have to keep your phone for now, as well."

Katsuki hesitated, yet gave him the phone.

"When did this happen?"

"Sunday."

"Who is in the video?"

"Me."

"Katsuki, the man beside you."

"I don't know him- He- I-" He sobbed.

"Okay, that's fine, you don't have to give me a detailed answer." Aizawa reassured.  "Do your parents know?"

"No."

"They're going to have to know now."

"I know." Katsuki covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I am glad you brought this to me. I'm going to help you. Stay here." Aizawa said as he got up. "I have to make a few calls, don't go running off." He smirked and left the room. Katsuki was left alone once again with only his thoughts to entertain (or traumatize) him.

...

Aizawa saw the video. Aizawa saw him at his worst. And honestly, Katsuki was embarrassed, he felt sick, he felt weak.

Would they kick him out of UA for this?

Really, now that Katsuki is thinking about it, where else has that video been posted? He said he wouldn't post it anywhere, but really, could he even hold the dude up to such high expectations anymore?

After a few moments of swimming in his ocean of worries, Aizawa walked back in. He sat back down in his desk and put Katsuki's phone down.

"Here's what's gonna happen," He said. "Recovery Girl is gonna come and check you. Then, when you're ready, I called a friend of mines who is a detective. He's going to ask you for the whole story and I want you to prepare. You can have anyone in the room if you'd like."

Katsuki froze for a moment, and then nodded. "I called your parents."

"What!?"

"I'm a mandated reporter, Katsuki. I'm sorry. I only told them you were having an issue, you are free to tell them the truth yourself."

"Fuck."

Aizawa glared at him before continuing. "You wont be able to have this phone back for a bit as it carries evidence along with a phone number where we can track who sent this to you."

"Okay."

"Let's go."

The both got up and began walking to Recovery Girl's office. When they arrived, she was cleaning. Aizawa knocked and she jolted up for a moment before looking at them and smiling.

"Hello! Isn't it a bit early to be in need of medical attention?" She smiled.

"Mind checking this one out? It's a bit of a big situation."

She nodded and gestured to an empty bed. Katsuki sat down. "Of course."

"I'll be back soon."

***

"I hate to ask, could you please remove your blazer?"

"Okay."

He took off his blazer, revealing bandaged wrists and faded bruises. Recovery girl could tell they were atleast a week old, yet the person who caused them must have used a lot of force.

Inspecting him more, she toyed with the bandages on his wrists. They were sloppy, not done by any professional, but enough to cover up and heal a wound. She grabbed her scissors and-

"Wait! I- You don't have to do that."

"I can patch up whatever this wound is better than whoever did this." She gestured to the bandages.

Katsuki stood silent, and she began cutting through the bandage. She took it off and stood frozen for a moment, not letting any emotion show on her face.

On his wrist were scars, not faded, clearly done recently. A few were fresh, leaving blood on the old bandages. She did the same to the opposite arm and found the same situation, just less.

"What happened here?"

"I- Tr- Fell."

"You fell." She repeated.

"Into a bush."

After realizing he wouldn't tell the truth, she continued bandaging him. "It must be a pretty big issue if Aizawa is involved." She gave him a soft smile.

Katsuki simply nodded his head. "I don't think it's very important."

"Oh, don't be coy. Drowning in 6 feet of water is still drowning."

"What?"

"It's just a saying I like to repeat to those who go through tough times. You don't have to tell me what happened, dear, but know I am always available in my office."

He nodded again and it went silent as she checked his body. Lifting up his shirt, checking his vitals, everything. She typed on her computer, the room filled with an uncomfortable silence, the only thing heard was clicking on keys.

Katsuki was the first to speak.

"I was raped."

There was a moment of silence, the clack of her keyboard stopping completely. She looked up at him, and then back to her computer. Katsuki began to fidget with the sheets on the bed.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"No."

"That's fine. I hope you're okay, dear."

He nodded and looked at the door.

A few minutes went by. A knock was heard at the door, followed by a "click" of it opening. In came Aizawa, accompanied by his parents. Katsuki groaned and looked down at the bed.

His mom let out an annoyed sigh. "Katsuki, how many times do we need to tell you to behave in school? Are the dorms not helping you? There is no reason Aizawa should have to call us in this early in the goddamn morning!" She ranted.

"Mrs. Bakugo, please. Recover Girl and I will both leave you all alone to speak privately." His mom nodded at him, bowing slightly as both adults left the room. Katsuki didn't bother looking at his mom, the fear and guilt consuming him all too much.

"What is wrong with you, Katsuki? You seriously need to let go of that little ego you have! Your didn't even tell us the reason we're here! How badly did you fuck up?"

"Mitsuki, calm down. Surely nothing bad happened." His dad responded.

She let out a sigh and nodded. "Katsuki, look at me."

He looked up, tears welling up in his eyes. "What happened?" She asked.

"I- Well-"

"Talk."

"Igotraped." He said it so quickly, as if it hurt to say. It did.

"You what?!"

"Mitsuki-"

"Masaru, don't." His mother put her head into her hands. "When?"

"Last week." He whispered.

"Last week, when, Katsuki. Because if it was in school, I'm suing the shit out of them-"

"Sunday night."

"You were home that day."

Katsuki wiped the fallen tears off his cheek. "I- It was after our argument. When I left."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

"Who was it, Katsuki?"

"It was some guy! He invited me over-"

"You fucking know better than that! We- Fuck, I raised you better than to go with some random ass man who seduces you off the street!"

"He didn't seduce me!"

"Clearly he fucking did if you went with him."

"Mom, please."

"You better pray they find him. Katsuki, you know better than this. You should've told someone. You should've told me."

"I'm sorry."

Aizawa walked back in, this time with another man. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but the detective is here and I'd rather we quickly get the full story."

"Of course!" Mitsuki's demeaner changed almost immediately, going from frustration to calmness. She grabbed her husband's hand and left, giving Katsuki a glare on her way out.

The door slammed shut and Katsuki flinched. "I'm going to assume it didn't go great."

He nodded.

"This is the friend I was speaking about." He gestured to the man beside him. The man spoke. "Hello, my name is Tsukauchi. It's nice to meet you."

"My name is Katsuki Bakugo."

"If you don't mind, there's a room available down the hall that is more private for us to speak in." Katsuki got up and walked to the room with Aizawa and the man.

They all sat down. "I heard what happened from Aizawa, but for this, I need the whole story. It is important you don't leave out any details that could aid us in finding the man."

"I can leave if you want me to." Aizawa said.

"No- It's fine."

Katsuki inhaled and looked at the ground.

"It happened on Sunday."

Chapter Text

It was Sunday night. Katsuki had forgotten a stupid chore, and his mother was in another mood. She always got mad, making it not only hers but everyone's problem. Of course, she managed her anger more over the years as Katsuki grew up.

Still, they had their arguments. Today was one of them. 

"I do everything in this house! And you can't even do one simple thing I ask you to? God, are you this lazy in school too?" She yelled. Katsuki couldn't remember the thing he had to do. Clearly, it wasn't as important as she thought it was.

"It's one fucking thing."

"Exactly, and you didn't do it. You're so-" She paused and took a deep inhale. "You're lucky I don't pull you out of UA with the amount of mistakes you make."

"What?!"

"Do you know how many fucking times I've seen your ass on the news? Or an article? Get your shit together, Katsuki." 

Masaru, his father, attempted to intervene before his mother pushed him away. He was useless in these moments, anyways.

"You better not take me out!"

"One more mistake and you're out of it, I swear to god." She got closer to him and he flinched. Her anger grew at that. "I don't hit you so stop acting like it!" She yelled.

"Fuck off." He turned around and grabbed his shoes and jacket. "Oh, go ahead. Avoid this conversation like you do everything." She said.

He didn't bother to respond, knowing she just wanted a reaction out of him. He just walked out the door.

He walked for a while. He walked until his hands got cold and his breath was visible. It was getting dark, now, and Katsuki decided to take a break at a local bus stop. He sat and just... thought. Thought about how he got here. His mother was probably right about him being lazy, but that's something he'd never admit. (For he feared seeming even the slightest but weak.)

After a few minutes, he was taken out his thoughts by a figure infront of him. The man was wearing a hoodie, it was dirty, and a hat he couldn't remember the color of. He was about 30, maybe older? Katsuki's memory didn't serve him well when he tried remembering his face. He knew he had the slightest stubble, it was an uncomfortable trait in the future.

What's a boy like you doing out here alone?" His voice was raspy. He must've been a smoker, something Katsuki hated. He didn't bother giving the man a response at first.

"You're pretty. How old are you?" No response. "It's not nice to ignore someone. Didn't your parents teach you manners?" Maybe Katsuki liked the attention, maybe he was truly sick enough to believe a man like him had good intentions. And so maybe that's why he didn't get up, instead answering.

"I'm sixteen."

"You're young." The guy smiled. Alarms rang in Katsuki's head like a song, yet he ignored them. "If you need a place to stay for a bit, my house is free. I have a son just a bit older than you."

Katsuki should've gotten up, really. There was so many signs pointing to danger, but Katsuki was young and dumb. Stupid. Lazy. 

So, he agreed. 

They walked. Walked for a while, in silence. The man tried asking personal questions, but Katsuki knew not to answer. Atleast, he knew that much. If he was already was going to a stranger's house, it was clear he didn't care much about "stranger danger."

Eventually, they reached what Katsuki assumed was his house. It was broken down, moldy, gross. They entered and there were clothes, trash, and countless boxes on the floor. He navigated through them as best as he could. "I thought you said you had a son." He asked. Why would he let his house get this bad with a child? Katsuki understood certain situations, but this was a bit much. It didn't even look like they had food.

"Oh, he doesn't live with me anymore."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, but decided not to push further into it. He leaned against a wall as he watched the man go into a room. He came back out and walked over to a box on the floor. "Could you help me bring this to my bedroom?"

"Sure, whatever." Katsuki walked around the trash and grabbed the box. It was barely heavy, maybe a few pounds, yet not anything this man couldn't handle. It was odd for him to ask Katsuki for such a favor, but it was the least he could do in return of staying here for a bit.

When they entered the bedroom, it was cleaner. Only a camera, computer, and bed was seen. Yet, Katsuki wasn't one to judge on someone's home life. He set the box down, slightly bent over, and felt hands on him. 

"Just relax, okay?" He whispered in his ear.

"What the fuck? Get off of me-" Katsuki attempted to push him off but froze when his hands reached the edge of his waistband. "Don't fucking touch me!" He turned around quickly.

"Oh, come on. I'm letting you stay here. This is a small favor you can give me in return." The man smiled at him, a sadistic, psychopathic smile. He had him pinned against the wall now, barely any space between them.

Katsuki went to use his quirk, but it didn't work. He had to have some sort of quirk like Aizawa's- because there's no way in hell Katsuki is this weak.

He felt something wet, disgusting, press against his lips and he weakly attempted to pull away. He finally was able to activate his quirk, but the man pinned his arms back, holding him there. There wasn't much for him to do, now. Panic filled his body once again, and his quirk completely stopped.

Katsuki attempted to scream when a hand clamped his mouth shut.
"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be. I could end your life right fucking now, okay?"

In the midst of panic and fear, Katsuki assumed nodding would be best. Because, maybe if he listened, he would make it quick. He wouldn't hurt Katsuki, he would be able to go home, and forget this happened.

The man grabbed him, pushing him onto the bed, and Katsuki cried out. He sobbed, feeling powerless and weak, and in return he felt a hand on his neck. "This isn't as fun for me if you cry about it."

He attempted to stay quiet, but it didn't work. He moved and thrashed around, attempting to take the man off him, but truly, Katsuki was only 16. He couldn't push a grown man off of him, no matter how hard he trained. "God, atleast you're a pretty crier."

Katsuki attempted again to push him off. "Listen, move again, and you'll see what I can do."

He nodded and... Katsuki let it happen. He felt the bruises he created, the way he would hit him for moving, the way he choked and scratched at him if he cried or spoke, and he learned how to stay silent and still. He felt disgusting. 

The man pointed to the camera. "You see that? It's on. I wont post it to anywhere unless you tell anyone about this. I mean it." Katsuki nodded. "What would your friends say? Your family?" The man smirked, and Katsuki avoided looking at him. "Better keep quiet, that's your best bet."

It went on for a while, after that.

Eventually, it stopped. He didn't know how long it went on for. It was dark out, now, and Katsuki was sat on the floor. He looked to the bed and saw his rapist, laying, peacefully sleeping. 

Katsuki questioned how the man could do such a horrible act and then just... sleep. He wondered if he felt guilty. He sighed and grabbed his clothes off the floor. Shakily, he got dressed. His clothes were dirty now, stained of blood and other liquids. He looked at the camera. He went up to it, making sure it was off.

Staring back at the man, Katsuki put his shoes on and left. He walked, and walked. He made it back to that familiar bus stop. He walked until he made it back home. Everyone was asleep, and he had to sneak in through the window. He took off his jacket and simply lay on the floor. 

He stared at his ceiling, thinking about the man. He cried and sobbed, attempting to keep silent. He didn't want his parents to know. He cried until he passed out from exhaustion. 

The man didn't kill Katsuki, but he felt dead. Whoever he was- used to be- before that was gone. Katsuki didn't know if he'd be able to live the same after this.