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Shoto's consciousness came back to him in waves. First he could only feel a dull, throbbing, hot pain in his back. Then, progressively, his whole body came back to him. It felt like his mouth was full of sand, and his eyes were crusty and sticky. He tried to move to rub them off… but something was blocking his movements.

He was tied up. His wrist were tied behind his back, in a painful position. He made a noise of surprise, and try to move, only to realise that his whole body was tied to… a chair?!? What was going on?? Finally he opened his eyes, wincing at the harsh light shining directly into his face.

“-Hooo, he’s waking up!! Gooood morning my favorite new piggy bank!!!”

 A cheerful voice resonated from behind the light, and, squinting a bit, todo could see the figure of a woman standing there, hand on her hips. He took a deep breath, trying to remember his hero class, on what to do in dangerous situations.

 Asses the treat. Evaluate his options. Gain information. Right. She needed to talk.

“-Who are you” shoto was secretly pretty proud of how calm and relaxed his voice was. Not everyone could stay this calm under stress. He could clearly imagine how midoriya would just start to- 

Midoriya. His last memory was of him walking with Midoriya.

Where was he?!?

He quickly whipped his head around, finally taking in his surrounding. It seemed to be some kind of abandoned building, no windows, low ceiling… two other people were sitting on milk crates on his right, one of them on his phone, the other watching him with a detached expression. In front of him, the woman stood, with a camera on a stool at her side and some projector illuminating him. There was no one else in the room.

 No trace of Midoriya.

 He could feel his composure slip, a frown marking his face. What did they DO to his friend?!

 “-Where’s Midoriya?”

 The woman laughed to his face, and shoto shot her an angry glare. His very small pool of patience was going to run out pretty soon, and he still wanted her to start talking. In a minute, just a minute, and he was going to be able to ice them…

 It was the man on the phone who answered him, expression bored.

 “-We didn't take him. Single mom, no extended family, basically penniless to us. Now if only you had been hanging out with that Yaoyorozu hairess… what a nice combo that would have been.”

 Todoroki whipped his head toward the man, now very visibly angry. What was he even saying about Momo or Midoriya's family?!?

 Wait. Family, money, hairess….

 Oh. He ge  it. It was a ransom.

 Immediately his whole body sagged, relief evident. They… they were just trying to rip off his old man. They were just boring, unimaginative criminal, who thought the #1 hero’s son would be a nice money bag. How… vulgar. He knew that people tried to pull that shit on Fuyumi once or twice when they were younger, but really, on HIM?

 Did they not see the sport festival or anything???

 “-I see how it is… So your just villains after money. How embarrassing. To think I have been kidnaped by the likes of you… Time for you all to get freezer burns.”

 And just as he said his line (which Kaminari had assured him was cool, he was trying this whole “one liner thing” under the supervision of the hyperactive blonde), he summoned his ice, determined to get himself out of this embarrassing situation before anyone else got to him.

 Or at least he tried too. Because nothing happened.

 He blinked in surprise, before trying to summon his ice again. Then his fire. Then both at the same time. But… nothing was happening. His entire body seemed unable to produce any of his quirk.

 For the first time since he woke up, fear started to creep into him.

 The other man, the one that was looking over him, slowly started to smile.

 “-hehe. So it really worked. Amazing.”

 The woman clapped her hands, making todo flinch and turn towards her.

 “-You must be sooo confused right now! But that's fine, we don't need you to understand any of it. Just stay there and look traumatized for the camera ok? We are now ROLLING!!!”

 And before he could hear anything, the two men stood up, taking place on each side of him, and then the woman started playing with the camera.

 “-Aaaand in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….”

 The bored man started talking, his voice now calm, serious and professional.

 “-This is a message to the #1, Endeavor. We have your youngest son, Todoroki Shoto, as a hostage. We are asking for a ransom of 500 millions yen. More details on the payment will follow.”

 Than it was the other man who talked, making todoroki jump… because the hand of the man went to the nap of his neck, angling him so that he was forced to look directly into the camera.

 “-Do not expect him to escape. We took… mesure with him. Let’s say that those quirkless bullet were a good investment.”

 Todoroki suddenly felt cold like never before. His eyes dilated, and he could not contain the pure fear from his face.

 Quirkless bullet….? Did that mean…?

 No. No no no NO.

He suddenly violently twisted in the chair, face set into a snarl, trying to break free and strangle those villain who took- who did-

The girl laughed at his sudden action, while the bored man cursed. The other one, the smiling one, only looked more amused… and violently decked Shoto in the face, making him see stars. In then grabbed him by the hair, painfully raising him toward the camera again. 

“-as I was saying, don’t count on him escaping. You have two hours to issues a first public response, and we will re-contact you then. If you give no answer until then, well… we will be obligated to break him a bit. There are just so, so many ways to scar  a 15 year old for life, did you know?”

The hand that was in hair stopped painfully tugging, and instead started to… pet him? It was going lower, caressing the naked flesh of his neck, which made him flinch. It just. It just felt wrong.

The guy that was not touching him started talking again.

“-to make sure you believe us, we will send a biological proof to sakura news. Check is dna, or whatever.”

The man then turned to the one still touching him, and before todoroki knew what was happening, his head was pushed to the side, a giggle came out from the girl again…

And a sudden bright, lacerating, tearing pain came from right behind his ear. A pain so bad, it felt like his face was getting burned all over again. He choked on a scream, trying to get away, to thrash, to make it stop…

But it just ended with a flow of warm blood flowing down the side of his face, on his neck, on his torso and shoulder. And then a wet soft sound, of something falling on his knee. He lowered his eyes full of tears and hurt, where they rounded in shock when he saw what was on his knee.

There was an ear there. A detached, bloodied, human ear.

His own ear, if the deafening rush of blood on his right side was to be believed.

A pure, horrified screach left his lips. He hadn't made that kind of noise since he was a kid, but those monsters just cut his fucking ear off!!!!

Luckyly, the blood loss and the shock and the hyperventilation made him pass out, and the last thing he saw was his own ear, sitting on his knee, like a morbid toy.

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The second time todoroki woke up, he knew exactly where he was, what had happened, and how dangerous those people were.

The first thing he did was to try his quirk again, but it still did nothing, making him tremble and breathe rapidly, a panic attack closing on his throat. This… this was the worst thing.

He could see how useful making him quirkless could be. He could understand quite well why they did it, to control him. But they did a huge mistake:

He was of no use to his father if he was quirkless.

Surely, his dad would still pay… right? It would look bad in the ranking, if the #1 hero decided to let his youngest die at the hands of villains…

Then again, maybe his father would see the video, scoff, and destroy all evidence. If no one knew there was a ransom, then he could just pretend that this was some kind of revenge, get a few sympathy point from the public…. After all, he was already #1. What was Shoto use then?

He could feel his short, panicked breath starting to make him light headed. Just as he was ready to lose conscientiousness again, a hand settled on top of his head, and a calm voice started talking.

“-Easy now. I know this hurt, but you need to breath. Count your breath. I’m sure your teacher showed you how to calm civilian, right? Think. Remember.”

This was the voice of the serious, bored man. And he was right, shoto did know how to calm a panic attack. It took him a few minutes, of careful breathing, but eventually he got there. Once mostly calm again, he looked over the man, finally taking note of his appearance.

His skin was a strange, dark grey. His eyes were also an incredibly piercing green, almost shiny. The man face continued to be professional, very calm, almost like he had not witnessed a 15 years old get his ear cut just a few hours ago. He gave a small, humourless smile when he saw the boy observing him.

“-Here we go. Now we can get to work. Can’t have you pass out randomly like that…”

The man then stood up, turning toward the camera, and started talking again. Faintly, shoto realised that the camera was probably recording another video.

“-The two hours are up. We have yet to have receive any type of official statement. As such, we will have to make good on our threat.”

He then turned toward the younger man

“-Now. I will ask questions. You answer them for the camera. Am I clear?”

Shoto didn't answer. He would not let them have this pleasure. He nervously saw the man sight with disappointment and walk behind him. Ho god, what was he going to do?? They already cut his ear… and, as sad as it was, he was used to getting hurt. It couldn't turn much worst...

At least, that was his plan. Until a baseball bat came crashing at high speed toward his left knee, making him give a sharp scream at the sensation of his kneecap shattering.

“-As I said. Am I clear?”

Todoroki, panting, eyes full of tears made a small yes, grimacing at the stinging pain the movement caused into his gaping ear wound. The worst was, the man wasn't even angry or screaming. He was just doing this… as if he was disappointed in shoto. As if he was a disobedient child who needed to be firmly punish.

“-State your name, age and school. Look at the camera while doing so.”

Trembling, the boy locked eyes with the metalic eye of the camera. He was sweating profusely, and could only imagine how awfull he looked at the moment. Still, he had to be brave. He had seen Midoriya fight with far worst injury, this was barely anything…

“-T-Todoroki Shoto. I’m 15 years old, and I’m a first years student at UA. In Heroic.”

“-Good boy. Your doing great. Now… can You tell us what you were doing when you got kidnap?”

What he was- He had been with Midoriya. They had come back from a movie, just the two of them. It had been… Nice. Private. He didn't want to share this with anyone else, and certainly not the man torturing him. Stubbornly, he stayed silent.

A sight came from the man, and todoroki tensed, fully expecting his other kneecap to be shattered.

He wasn't expecting the baseball hit to the ribs, making him fold into, hack and cough in pain at the feeling of a few delicate bone snapping.

“-How unreasonable. I’m quite disappointed in you shoto.”

Another hit, this time to his right foot, and good was he glad to be wearing shoes, cause he was pretty sure the sight would be horrific. He sobbed, and when he saw the man raise the bat again, flinched, before caving in.

“-The cinema!!! I-I went to the cinema with a friend!!”

The man… smiled at him, visibly pleased with him. He was doing good. God, this remind him so much of when he was a child, when his father would drag him into the dojo and-

No. He could not think about this right now.

“-The cinema? How nice. Now tell me, who is your father again? And what does he do, as a job?”

The man started to slowly push different part of his body with the tip of the baseball bat. Each contact made shoto ragged breath stutter in fear, expecting to be hit at any moment.

“-.... Endeavor. M-My father is Endeavor.”

But the rest stuck to his throat. He couldn't. He just couldn't acknowledge his father as the current #1. He could not give the man this satisfaction, not when All Might, in less than a year, had given him more affection than Enji in his entire life.

He could not admit that his father had that title. Not when, in his hearth, All Might was still #1.

The man was behind him now. Slowly, he pushed the end of the bat against his hands, who were trapped against the metal of the chair.

“-And? What is his title, shoto?”

He started applying pressure, and quickly, todoroki could feel his fingers start to bend unnaturally and snap and pop and shatter.

It hurt worse than anything in his life. Worst than getting his ear cut off, or his face burned. He could not control himself. He begged, even if it never done anything before.

“-Stop, STOP!! PLEASE NO MORE!!! H-he’s a pro hero, the #1 hero in rank!! IT HURT STOP!!!”

Finally the pressure subsisted, and shoto try to fold himself a bit, loud, pained sob wracking his body.

It hurt. It hurt so much. How did Midoriya ever supported this?? How did he WILLINGLY broke his finger?!? He was never going to be able to even look at the green haired boys hand again without feeling sick, now that he knew how badly it hurt.

Distantly, he realised that the man was talking again.

“-Almost done my boy. Now, be a dear and tell the camera what we want okay? I’m sure you can remember, your quite smart after all.”

Todoroki hadn't been this frightened since he was a child, stuck in the dojo, his father angry glare ordering him around. Ironically, this situation was quite similar… trying to make himself as small as possible, the boy raised his head once more, looking again at the unjudging eye of the camera.

“-T-They said they wanted… 500 millions yens for me… That’s right?”

He was so, so scared of getting it wrong.

But the man beamed at him, visibly proud of his answer.

“-That's right! Congrats on remembering, Shoto!”

And with that, the man gave one last great swing of his bat, directly in todoroki soft stomach.

The force was so violent, immediately todoroki could not help but puke, the spasm of his organs injuring further his poor abused ribs. He was lucky enough toehect the bile mostly at his feet, and barely any splashed on his shoes. Still, he was now stuck with the disgusting, acidic taste of bill in his mouth.

The grey man gently, caressed his head, making him tremble even more, almost comforting.

“-Here we go. Now you all got a nice recap. This time, we will be nice enough to give you 4 hours to answer. Be ready. Or else…”

 And with that the man walked to the camera, pushing a button, before exiting the room, without even a last glance at Shoto injured, softly crying form.

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Time felt… meaningless in this room. He guessed that, eventually, the adrenaline dulled the pain. That, or his body just gave up, as most of his injury were just now a distant, pulsating, warm ache.

The worst was without a doubt his knee. He had been wearing short, and as time passed, he could see his knee slowly bruise and get bigger and bigger, turning an angry dark violet color. He could only imagine the horrific state of his fingers, or his foot…

He couldn't really say how long it took, or if he even slept. Every movement was a pain, and every pain was just…. no manageable right now.

The one constant thing on his mind was Midoriya. A strange mix of fear, respect, and incredible sadness was mixing in him. Now that he knew how much breaking yourself hurt… now that he knew how much stronger Midoriya was instead of him, he almost felt guilty. Because, no doubt, the boy was worried about him. Afterall, he had been kidnapped in the street, like a damn child, unable to do anything.

Eventually, has he was longingly looking at the ceiling, wondering what terrible thing he did in his life to deserve this, someone walked in again.

It was the woman. Now that he saw her, he could see how… young she looked. With short, punkish hair, and bright cheerful eyes the color of sunset. She smiled happily at him, carrying a small case.

“-Hello! Wow, you look like shit… Kazu did a reeeeal number on you, am I right? But don't yha worry, I’m gonna make you feel all better!!”

The girl then went at his feet, smiling happily. What a strange girl… but even if she was being nice, and apparently wanted to help… she was still his enemy. She still helped in his kidnaping.

She also just gave him valuable info. The other man was named Kazu. This might become important.

The girl was taking quite a few contraption out of her case. To todoroki great concern, she took… quite a few needles?? He whimpered, not knowing what in god name she could inject him with. What if it was something bad, like some kind of weird quirk??

She rolled her eyes at this, and took an elastic band, wrapping it around shoto’s tight quite too tight, making him stutter a pained breath. She then started preparing a white mixture with some clear liquid, humming to herself. Uncomfortable, he could not help but ask.

“-What… is this?”

She waved a hand at him, dismissing him, before quickly grabbing one of the seringue and carefully measuring it.

“-Medecine! Don’t worry, I take it aaaaall the time. It’s gonna make you feel much better now!”

And quickly, she injected him, with an incredible practice ease, like she had done it a thousand time before. Maybe she was a nurse?

She looked incredibly satisfied with herself, and quickly packed her stuff back.

“-Good!!! Good!!! Now I’m gonna get the rest okay? Tell me when you start to float!!”

She quickly ran out of the room, and a few moment later, todoroki started to feel… strange.

Like he had to laugh, like none of this was important. In fact, he barely hurt anymore! That medicine sure was effective!! He sighed in contentment, finally feeling warm again. It was like his quirk had come back!

Talking about quirk… ho damn, maybe his quirk DID come back?!? He tried it a couple time, wiggling his mangled finger. Hehe, they felt like overripe fruits, big and wriggly and warm warm warm.

He wondered when he would get out. Sure, his dad would not pay for him, after all he was a bad son, but maybe a pro would save him? He hoped it would hawk. The man seemed nice, no matter what tokoyami said. Or maybe Bakugou would come!! They did finally have their license after all!! He wondered if he would keep his license. Can you keep your license after being kidnap? Bakugou had been kidnap before getting his, so maybe it didn't count…

The wild race of his tough stopped when the girl came back in running, a big container in one hand, and a pack of cigarette in the other. Shoto smiled at her.

“-Hey, whatcha name? You never told me.”

“-That's true! Call me Saki ok? Now now, are you all floaty?”

“-Yeah! But my skin is too tight, is that normal?”

It didn't hurt, god nothing hurt right now, but it felt like his whole skin had taken a turn in the drier and come back one size too small. It was distracting.

The girl dragged a milk crate and sat at his side, after turning the camera on again.

“-Huhum, its suuuuper normal! Tell me tell me, you like the feeling?”

“-I kinda love it. I never felt like this before, father never gave me medicine.”

The girl laughed, and shoto laughed with her. God she was nice!! So nice!!!

“-You silly! I doubt your daddy-mc-pro-hero would shoot you up with coke! I mean it's AWESOME but its not usually for good boys like you!”

At that comment, shoto frowned, suddenly realising something very, very bad.

“Wait… Coke? As in cocaine?? But… thats drug!! Its illegal!! I don't wanna take drugs!!”

She cooed a bit at that, taking a cigarette out of her pack.

“-Too laaate! And seriously, do you prefer the pain? I saw your finger, and they are bad dude. So sit back and enjoy! Ho but, lets not forget to do the video.”

Shot needed before trying the rub his wounded ear in his shoulder. It was just so itchy, if only he could rub the good spot...

“-okay! So we start with presentation! You remember how to do it right?” Her voice was like a bunch of glass fragment, tinkling, pretty and irritating.

“-Yeah… Hii…, I’m Shoto. Todoroki Shoto. I’m 15 and in UA. My dad is currently #1 hero I guess… And i'm sorry, i took drugues, i didn't know what it was…”

Suddenly he felt upset about that fact. Very, very upset. So upset he started sniffing, almost crying. Iida would never talk to him again now that he took drugs!!

Saki patted his thigh, still smoking her cigarette, making a soft noise. The mouvement rattled his knee, and thank god he couldn't feel that.

“-That's good! Now tell me shoto, do yha smoke? I could give you one if yha want.”

Shoto grimaced trou his tears, the smell simply disgusting to his nose. Who could actually enjoy cigarette??

“-No. its bad. Father would kill me if I smoked. And Midoriya wouldn't like me anymore.”

His companion nodded sagely, her half smoked cigarette in her hand…

Before she pressed the burning tip into his shattered left knee.

Shoto jumped. It didn't hurt, thanks god it didn't, but he could still feel the heat, smell the burning flesh, and his mouth hanged open at the horrific sight of his own body, hurt by flames. Saki simply took the stub, and, to shoto great horror, relighted it before smoking it again.

“-Ew. I hate the smell of burning flesh yha know? Remind me of my dad. Used to do this to me all the time.”

Shoto strained on the chair, twisting a bit, under the curious eye of the woman. The tingling, itchy feeling was now all over, and he wasn't having that much fun anymore. In fact, right this moment, he mostly wanted to be out of here and far away from a world were father burned their kids.

“-I don’t even like smoking that much to be honest. I used to steal his cigarette just to piss him off. But now I can’t stop… I feel like this might be, like, some kind of metaphor. I ain't that smart tho, so i guess i won't ever figure it out…”

She pushed the cigarette against todoroki left side again, this time on his ribs, burning the clothes before getting to the soft quivering flesh. Shoto flinched, this time feeling a bit of the burning pain.

And it went on. And on. And on. Slowly, Saki went through her whole pack of cigarette, methodically burning his left side. She chatted all the while, only stopping once to snort some cocaine herself. Shoto himself was, as time went on, regaining feeling in his body, as more burns where placed all over.

And god, somehow it got worst.

Everything just seemed to hurt so much more. He was covered in sweat, it felt like he was burning inside and out. Like somehow, every ashes from the cigarette just got absorbed into his veins, burning him all over. His fingers, god his fingers, why did he moved them again?!? He was pretty sure that he could feel fresh blood pooling there, same for the side of his head that he had scratched the blood clot. But the true nightmare, the truly most horrific pain, was his left knee.

Saki had put three more cigarettes burn on his busted knee cap, and the last one almost made him throw up again in pure pain. This just hurt too much. He wanted to pass out. He wanted for someone to just cut his leg, take all the pain away.

He spasmed again as another cigarette was pressed on his flesh, this time high on his neck, just below the jaw. He had the absurd tough that, this one, he wouldn't be able to hide, even with a high collar. Lowering his eyes, he could see a myriad of smokings holes on his left side, especially on his torso and collarbone. A thousand little burns, making him more disfigured, uglier.

Suddenly his torturer stood up, and he flinched, scared for a moment… before realising that his torturer had finished her pack of cigarette.

Thank god for small mercy. He closed his eyes, crying in silence, trying to endure to horrific pain his body was punishing him with. He could ear humming from Saki, and slowly, he opened his eyes, curious to see put some gloves on and… manipulate the big container? What? She opened the top, and a strange white smoke emitted from it. He blinked in confusion, while the woman turned toward him, grinning.

“-Ok boy! We are doing this! Take a deep breath, and be ready to scream ok?”

“-wha-”

And just as he was about to ask what she was doing, she started pouring the liquid from the container directly on his right side.

It actually took him a moment to register what he was feeling.
This was cold. Icy cold. So cold it burned.
Ho god it burned!!!!!

He started to scream, the pain just untolerable on his too sensitive, still to thigh skin. He tried to fight and moved away from this burning frost who stuck to his skin but, with all his trashing, he accidentally hit the woman, who cursed, and did a jerky movement.

Some of the liquid splashed on the side of his head, hitting directly the open wound that used to be his ear. The pain made him black out and, for a moment, all he could feel was the sharp, burning frost on his open torn flesh.

He didn't know long he was out of it, but suddenly, it was like someone had forcefully yanked him back into conscientiousness. He gasped for breath, shaking like a leaf, and wondering why the fuck everything was hot and cold all over and why was his head spinning like that?!?

His eyes feel toward the woman, who looked relieved to his open eyes.

“-Wow, okay, you scared me there for a second buddy! So, liquid nitrogen on open wound: bad. Who would have know. I gave you another hit, yha were like, convulsing and shit. Super scary stuff”

Shoto felt his entire mouth was full of coal, and he just made a painful, pathetic whimper. He found the needle still sticking from his leg, and faintly, he wondered what would happen when it was going to all go away again. If the pain would brake him.

“-... stay… please…. it hurt so bad…”

The woman actually looked surprise at this, visibly unsure.

“-Really? Listen, i know this shit hurt, but like, if I keep giving you the good stuff every like, 30 minutes, trust me you're gonna have a looooot more problem than whatever the fuck happened to your ear.”

But he was already shaking his head, accepting anything, everything, to not feel that pain again. Saki shrugged, and then turned toward the camera, visibly done with the subject.

“-Yha ear that guys, he chose it, you can't blame me! He's a big boy after all!”

After she fiddled with the camera again, and just… kept company to shoto. Occasionally talking, or giving more injections, but not hurting him again.

And that was all he wanted at the moment.

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If he tough time was relative before, it was nothing compare to now.

Being high was quite the experience, and shoto could not help but blink at the world, occasionally humming some weird thing to himself, sometime talking to Saki, but most of the time, just… thinking.

About his friends, his school. Midoriya, his mother, his siblings…

About father.

He hoped that father never saw the videos. In fact, he hopped that he would never see shoto, his own son, so high that he was freely talking with the enemy, or so weak that he would beg… for more drugs.

And he was ashamed to say, he was still weak. In fact, like clockwork, when the pain became unbearable anymore, he would softly beg the woman to just, shoot him more, gave him more, please, it hurt so bad, could she just give him a stronger dose?

But after a long moment, he felt…. thirsty.

In fact, he could feel how incredibly dry his lips were, and he realised that he hadn't taken a drink in a long time.

Hesitant, he turned his head toward the short haired woman.

“-... Saki, could I have some water?.... Please?”

The woman looked surprised by the demand, but she did still nood and exited the room, probably to get shoto a glass of water or something. After that, maybe he could ask for food…

To his surprise, the 3 criminals actually came back into his room at the same time, and Saki was carrying quite a large bassin. He blinked in confusion, a tiny part of him hoping that he would be allowed to wash himself. He just fell so… grimmy.

The man apparently named Kazu went to the camera, fiddling with it, while the still unnamed one went right by Todoroki’s side, smiling…. caressing his cheek. He flinched at the touch. Somehow, it felt… dangerous. Creepy. Worst than Saki dexterous hands burning him or giving him his next hit. She was the first one to talk again.

“-Well, your gonna get some water alright. But really, this is weird. At this point we SHOULD have heard in some way of your father… Does he, like, not like you or something?”

Shoto gave a pained wheez, almost a chuckle. Yeah, they got that on point. And its not like his old man would care. He was quirkless and broken now. A tool to be abandon and put to the trash.

“-Well. Since he hasn't answered yet, I guess we have to go for something a bit more…. different. You were thirsty right?”

And without anymore explanation, he could feel the rope binding him suddenly get lose. He blinked able to finally roll his shoulder, which made a million little needles on his frayed nerves happen. He grimaced, carefully bringing his arm up front, looking down for the first time at his hands… and he was almost sick all over again.

He had seen broken finger before. Hell, he was friend with Midoriya, the boy was the champion of broken fingers. But this… this wasn't broken. This were twisted and mangled, puffy and purple and red and black, slick with blood and ho god, was that a bone poking out?!?

Saki made a “euuuuuwwwww” at the view, and honestly, he shared the feeling. As he was observing in horror what used to be his hands, the other man finished detaching his legs, and went at back at his side, a sickly sweet smile on his face. He didn't trust that smile.

“-ok shoto, now stand up.”

He blinked. They… they were kidding right?!? Sure, he was high, but his left knee was black and the size of a small watermelon. And god help him, his right foot felt has bad as his hands.

“-He said stand up, Shoto. Do you want to be punish again?”

This time it was kazu, and his voice had that edge of disappointment, so reminiscent of Father’s own voice, he flinched. Trembling, breaking into a sweat, he stood up, biting into his lips so hard to not scream he could feel blood in his mouth.

There. He was up. Trembling, crying, wanting to puke, but up.

“-Good job. Now tell us again who you are? And look at the camera directly, please.”

He nodded, trembling

“-I-I’m Todoroki Shoto… I go to UA… My F-father is endeavor… he- he’s the #1 hero…. A-and Im hostage for… 500 mi-millions yens?”

He wanted to sit. God please let him sit, there was black spot in his visions from the pure black hole of pain that was his knee.

“-Your doing great Shoto. Now, is there something you would like to tell us before we start? Don’t worry, we won’t judge, you can tell us anything…”

Shoto shivered a bit more, hesitant, before sniffing a bit, his voice broken. He could not help but beg, like a scarred,useless child.

“-I wanna go home… please…. everything hurt…. I just want to go home….”

Saki coeed at that, stroking his air and shushing him to calm down. It… it wasn't as bad as when the other man touched him. He liked Saki. She hurt him less. She made him hurt less with the drugs.

“-Not yet boy… But maybe your father will finally decide to have you back after this… so do your best ok?”

And as the creepy man said so, he approached Shoto, suddenly pushing him a bit, making him sit on the floor and then completely lie down. This positions was… painful. He could feel every single one of his injury stretched out this way. And he was starting to feel… uneasy. What were they planning to do?

Kazu was adjusting the camera, saki was fiddling with the water bassin, and the other man, to his great alarm, sat on him, pinning his arm and torso in place. It hurt! It put pressure on his broken ribs!! And he was toutching all his burns and frostbite!!!

He started sqirming a bit, panic slowly monthing in him. Then, to his suprise, a towel was put over his face, and he had one instant of sudden, pure clarity.

Waterboarding.

He started to scream, and trash, knowing what was coming and desperately wanting to escape. The man on top of him just fucking laugh and pinned him down more securely, and then a sudden rush of icy liquid was on his face.

His his mouth and nose.

And he was choking.

He was choking and drowning and held in place and it hurt hurt hurt HURT and he was convulsing, screaming and garbling, fighting for air and panicking. They were killing him. They were going to drown him in this basement and he was goign to DIE and it HURT and he wanted to BREATH And-

And the towel was ripped of his face, and he coughed, choked, eyes bulging, before turning his head and vomiting and coughing the painful, horrible water stuck in his airway and stomach.

Air. He never felt so glad to do such a normal thing. He sobbed, a distant tough that it was ironic that he was losing even more water with his eyes.

For a moment, the only sound in the room were his sobbing and his breathing, with ocasional, small coughing fit. Kazu had left the room, god know were. Saki was looking him over, looking curious, while the other man was… ho god he was caressing his burns, wich hurt a fucking lot!!!

“-yha know, I wonder… Do you ACTUALLY don’t get along with your dad? I mean, thats the only reasons why I would see him not do anything when he see this…”

And maybe it was the act of almost dying, or the pain delirium, or the fact that he was feeling still some remnant of cocaine in his veins, but he could not be bother to lie at the moment.

“-Right now… I-I’m useless to him. He only… ever wanted me for… for my quirk. A-and you took it away from me… and now I’m nothing, a-and broken, and of course he won’t come for me. I-I’m not worth what your asking for.. I’m barely worth anything….”

Saki looked extremely surprised at this, visibly confused and even a bit… concern. As for the man, his eyes… were sparkling like he had just learn that christmas was coming in early. With a creepy smile, he banded down, his mouth covering over shoto still existing ear.

“-you know… i believe you. And I cannot wait for him to still continue to abandon you. Because then… you'll be all mine to play with.”

And shoto realised, in that horrific moment, that the man, against his belly, was hard.

God he wanted to puke again.

Kazu then reentered the room, sighting at the sight of the man, all pressed up against todoroki.

“-Touma, please keep it in your pants, we aren't done here. You can “play” if his father don't answer again alright?”

Shoto, suddenly horrified by all the implication, turned slightly his head toward Kazu… and realised that the man was carrying another basin of water. A full bassin.

“- No… no no no NO PLEASE NO NOT AGAIN!!!”

He was panicking, he was trashing, trying to throw the man -touma- off of him. He didn't want to drown again, he didn't want to feel like he was about to die, he didn't want to choke-

The wet towel was placed on his face again, making his scream with pure fear as loudly as he could. And then the water came.

He was fighting tooth and nails this time, his feet kicking, his mangled hands grabbing and braking themself even more, his chest spasming and his head jerking in every direction. He could feel the panicked way his body was trying to produce some spark of his quirk, some fragment of ice, as he laid there, choking, gurgling, dying-

And all the while, he could feel Touma exited breath, and his erection digging into his lower belly. The man was getting off on this.

As he laid there, his mouvement going weak and his conscientious becoming spotty, he felt the towel finally being lifted. He quickly tried to expulse the water out of his body, taking in air greedily.

God it felt good to still be alive. His lungs were still spasming, hurting badly his ribs. And to his despair, he could see that kazu was leaving the room again, with the empty bassin.

He closed his eyes, feeling broken.

“-No more… i can’t do this anymore… I want mom… please stop…”

Saki cooed a bit, caressing his head. He leaned into the touch, taking any type of warped affection and compassion he could get in this world of pain. He could almost imagine being 5 again, scarred out of his mind but with his mother trying her best.

He wished she was there. At this point, he wished he had not disappointed his father so badly. That he would still care at least enough to come save him. But he had gotten himself captured and lost his quirk, he was weak and drugged, he must deserve what he was getting after all…

The man entered the room again with another full bassin, and this time shoto just started crying harder, terrified, to weak to fight anymore.

They put the towel back to his face, and once again, he was drowning on land.

He choked and spasmed and it burn and hurt so so bad, but this time he was barely fighting it. Maybe he should just let go, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just let go and die, to not hurt anymore.

Dying hurt, was the last conscious tough shoto had.

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If dying had hurt, then coming back to life was like getting electrified.

In an instant shoto was awake, coughing and gasping and retching. He wasn't on his back anymore but on his side, and everything was just… spinning so much.

He count believe he was still alive. Maybe he was dead after all. Maybe this was hell. It would explain all the pain he was feeling.

He blinked toward the figure hunched over him. Saki. This was the girl. She had an empty needle in her hand, and he could see a tiny pinprick of blood on his arm, between two burns.

Ho. That's why he woke up. He felt some small relief in knowing that soon, he would not hurt that badly anymore. The two other man had left the room.

Shoto didn't know it was possible to feel this awake, and yet, this tired. Distantly, he realised that he hadn't eaten since… before his kidnaping. And the only water he had drank had been when they tortured him, and honestly, it hadn't been really the point at the time.

He felt like his whole body was hitting his limit. He could not imagine being able to survive anymore torture.

He moaned in pain as he was being lifted up, saki manipulating him until he was sitting in his chair again. At least like this everything hurt a lot less… she simply tied his arm to the side of the chair this time, not bothering with the painful position, or even his legs. He was so weak, he couldn't really defend himself anyway…

She sat at his side, the camera still blinking at them, and shoto was vaguely surprise to ear her talk.

“-Hey shoto… Yha know, when we were drowning you? You talked about your father, and how he wouldn't take you back… Is that true?”

He only answered with silence. After all, he was still here isn't it? Even then, he could feel the soft relief of the tingling itch of cocaine flooding his sytheme, finally making him relax and hurt less. God He needed that.

“-... If endeavor really think like that, then he’s fucking trash, I’m telling you.”

He snorted at that. Ho if only she knew…

“-Hey, I always wanted to ask: how did yha get your scare? On your face?”

That made him blink, and, wondering, he angled his head toward the ceiling. Ho well, what was the harm in telling her what had happened? She was nice anyway, especially compare to the two guys…

“-... My mom burned me when I was 5. With boiling water.”

She wolf whistled at that. Shoto gave her a look, and flinched when he saw take a pack of cigarette out. Would she burn him again?!?

“-Well shit. Guess your mom was also a piece of trash… and don’t yha worry, I’m not supposed to burn you right now, those are purely fun cigarette! Hey, yha sure you don’t want one?”

Shoto relaxed at her word, but did frown at the mention of his mom.

“-No… mom was breaking down. I… I was reminding her too much of Father, and her mind broke. She’s in an hospital now, she's better. And… at this point… why not.”

Saki grinned as she stood up, and carefully, placed a cigarette between his lips. He took a drag… and immediately caught, his whole body racking and shaking. Ew. It tasted disgusting and the smoke hurt his already abused lung. What was even the point of those things?!?

Saki took a drag herself, humming for a moment, before putting the cigarette back between his lips. Shoto, having nothing better to do, tried again, coughing still badly after. After a few back and forth, saki talked again.

“-I wonder… what made your mom like that? I mean, people don’t usually just “crack”...”

Shoto actually laughed in his caught, giving her a side glance.

“-I wonder too. Maybe father beat her up a bit too much…”

His voice was dripping with sarcasm, and he could see Saki surprise expression. Then, a slow smile spreaded there, her eyes glittering, and she asked, all innocent.

“-Hooo so endeavor like to knock around his wife? Damn, I would never have guessed… Sure, he’s a big guy, with responsibility and all, but I doubt she was putting much of a fight…”

Shoto grumbled, this time not even coughing around his mouth full of cigarette. He was starting to see the point of this thing…

“-she wasn't fighting… Dad wanted to train me, and it hurt. Mom wanted to protect me. So he would hit her.”

Her eyebrow rose at that, cigarette hanging from her mouth.

“-... Didn't yha say you were 5 when your mom burned you?”

Shoto snorted and softly asked for another cigarette, as this one was done. He could indulge now. He was going to die here, so what was the point of being good anymore…

“-... dad trained me the moment my quirk manifested. He… had been waiting for me. He wanted a child that would be stronger than all might. He got lucky at the 4th.”

She made a surprised noised at that, visibly interested.

“-wait wait, so he had kids ONLY to beat up All Might? Dude… thats fuck up.”

“-Believe me… it is. I only recently started talking to my siblings. I never had friends before UA. Often… he would train me until I puked and pass out.”

He dragged greedily on the cigarette, feeling truly calm for the first time in a long time. Really, why was Saki even a villain again?

“-Hey shoto… Why did your mom agree to this? I mean, did she like, get some money out of it or something??”

Shoto shoot her an annoyed glare. She couldn't bad mouth his mother like that! She was a victim!!

“-She got forced into a quirk mariage. She got no say in this.”

They continued exchanging cigarette puff for a moment, Saki visibly thinking, and shoto remembering the few, happy memory he had of his beautiful, kind mother.

“-... So let me get this straight. Endeavor, the #1 hero, bought a woman. Than rapped her until she gave birth to a kid, and then discarded said kid when they didn't have a quirk to his taste? And then did it aaaall over again… until he had you? And THEN proceed to beat you up at, what, 4? 5? And also beat up your mother until she goes crazy and burn her baby kid. That's what happen? That's your life?”

“-.... Yep.”

“.... well shit.” She simply said.

She finished her cigarette with him, before going back to sit on her milk crate. Shoto was almost disappointed in the lack of smoke… but he was tired of talking. He wanted to be in peace and quiet. He wanted to think about nice things, before they inevitably killed him.

After a while he asked for another injection, which she happily did. He then let his mind take him somewhere else, imagining what his day could have been if he had spend it completely with Midoriya instead of getting kidnapped. Yeah, those were nice day dream… the boy had been so sweet, with a soft grin on his round cheeks, and so happy to spend his day off with Shoto… He felt bad for running that for him… with some luck, midoriya would never know what happened to him here. For sure the kind boy would cry, and he could not bare to make Midoriya cry.

He didn't deserve his tears anyway.

Time became relative again, going strange one more time. And before he knew it, or maybe a millions years later, the man, Touma, was in front of him again.

Saki was fiddling with the camera, and then exited the room, giving him a small wave. Shoto wondered what they would do this time. Maybe they would kill him. After all, endeavor was clearly not paying. What was the point to make more video?

Touma circled him for a moment, like a hyena observing his prey. He had a big grin on his face, and shoto could feel uneasiness slowly creep inside him.

“-Well Shoto. Your father hasn't contacted us yet. Wich mean we are going to have to make a little show together… just you and me.”

His hands trailed the length of his shoulder, and shoto shivered in uneasiness. What was the man planning?? He couldn't hurt him a lot more, he was already half dead…

Suddenly he saw a knife in the adult hand, and for a moment, he felt like his life was flashing in front of him. He was dead. This is how he died.

But to his surprise, Touma just… ripped his shirt?? And then proceed to do the same to his short, and even his underwear?!?! He yelped at being so exposed, at the cold, at being seen like this, naked and vulnerable. Fear was rising within him, and every passing second, the man just looked more and more happy.

Once shoto was completely exposed, Touma just started to… touch him. Caressing his chest, his ribs, his arms, his thigh… And every touch made shoto brain panic a little more, made his breathing come a little faster.

No. Not this.

He went through the rest. Surelly, this guy wasn't… into broken, beaten up, crying boy?!? But even then, he remember distinctly the erection digging into his stomach, as he was drowning.

“-Tell me shoto… you have a pretty nice body. Are you still a virgin?”

He flinched at the question, unable to let a sound escape his closing throat. The adult just laughed.

“-I knew it. And really, thats a shame. Are you even dating anyone? Did you even had your first kiss?”

He shook his head, the fear crystallizing inside of him like sharp needle of ice, and he gave a small cry when he felt the man suddenly pressing in front of him.

Kissing him.

He wiped his head around, disgust and shame and pure fear flooding him. Touma simply laughed against his neck, licking the skin there.

He was feeling nauseous. Somehow, this was the worst, and he had to bite down on the tears. He was going to be raped. He was going to be raped, alone, in some abandoned basement, and then they were going to kill him. He could not control a sob at the tough.

Touma leaned back a bit, before resuming his touching. But this time, he was going everywhere.

The hands caressed every single one of his injury. They digges into his burns. They probed his broken knee. One slipped into his mouth, making him gag, petting his tongue, and by god he wanted to bite down.

At the same time, he was terrified of any possible punishment.

The other hand was forcing his trembling, aching legs apart, pushing between them, grasping his soft cock and balls. He wailed at that, fear getting the better of him. He didn't want this. He wanted the man to just stop, stop touching, stop doing thing, it was horrible and wrong and dirty and-

He did accidentally bite down, when he felt the longue fingers dips down between his ass check, probing his hole there.

Immediately Touma cursed, and retrieved his bloody finger. For a moment, he felt a small sense of satisfaction… until he saw the manic grin on his face, and how his hands were going to his belt.

Ho god no.

“-I-I’m sorry… im sorry im sorry im sorry!!! P-please don’t hurt me, I don't want this, please stop!!! I-I’ll do anything!!!”

Touma laughed. His belt fell down, and he lowered the front of his pants, revealing his-

Shoto closed his eyes. He couldn't watch this. He couldn't handle this, it was too much, too disgusting.

He begged again.

“-J-just kill me!! Don’t- I don’t- I can’t do this- Please just let me die!!” He was sobbing. Sobbing and begging for death. How disgusting was he.

A foul odor hit his nose, and he felt something hard, hot and wet press against his cheek. He gagged, realising what it was, and keep his eyes firmly closed. Maybe he could pass out before he got raped…

Touma roughly grabbed his hair, angling his head as he wanted, making shoto cry out and reflexly open his eyes.

He wished he hadn't.

In front of him, directly in front of his face, was a thick, throbbing erection. He felt himself shrink in the chair, tremble away, trying to hide, feeling like a terrified kid. Who was he kidding. He was a terrified kid. Touma hand drummed against his skull.

“-Now now shoto, open up. And you better not bite down, because otherwise I’ll have to use your other hole, and I don’t think you want this, do you?”

Shoto looked at him. Eyes wide, crying, terrified.

There was no pity on the face of is abuser. Only pure, savage, disgusting glee. Closing his eyes, trying not to puke, he opened his mouth.

Almost immediately Touma pressed his members inside. It made Shoto gag and choke, and for a moment, he simply concentrated on not puking.

He had to do good, or it would get worse. God, this was already hell.

“-Really good shoto, now move your mouth a bit… thats it… use your tongue a little more… Wow, you really ARE a natural at this, even for a virgin like yourself…”

His mind was just… disconnected at this point. Blank. He registered what the man was saying, and doing it, but nothing more. It was like someone else was piloting what was left of shoto. The smell, the taste, the stretch… it was all too much for his broken mind.

“-Really, you should probably use those skill if you ever get out… Weren't you going out when with got you? With a boy? What was is name…. Midoriya?”

Shoto jerked at the name. No. No no non no NO. He didn't want to think of him right now, not when he was forced to suck someone disgusting, smelly-

“-Looked like the boy liked you quite a lot… Do you think he’s going to want to do this with you, when I’m done? Do you think he’s still gonna like you, even if your broken and dirty and useless?”

Shoto started to struggle and cry again, muffled sob against the invading organs inside of him. But Touma’s hands where behind his head, and he couldn't get away, and he was choking and there was no air, ho god how could this be worse than waterboarding?!? He wasn't going to kill him like this, he couldn't-

“-Or maybe… Maybe he actually like that? Maybe he would love to be the one in my place, with you all pretty, choking on my cock like a slut… ha fuck… I’m Gonna-”

And as todoroki could feel the cock starting to pulse inside his mouth, suddenly, the world became full of fire.

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Fire was… Not something that comforted shoto. It reminded him of his father, of training, of pain, of boiling water and of hating himself. But this time, when a violent, angry, blue burst of too hot flame invaded the room, he could not help but feel infinite relief for a moment.

He was getting rescued.

Touma was literally ripped away from him, screaming like a lunatic. There was smoke and fire and a loud roar and shoto was panting and trying to breath again, so he wasn't sure exactly what was going on… but it seemed pretty evident that his rapist was getting his ass handed to him. The camera was literally a melting, distorted mass of metal and plastic. Finally shoto looked at the doorway, a tiny, tiny part of him expecting to finally see his father, to finally have the proof that he wasn't abandoned…

Except that the shadow in the doorway wasn't endeavor. In fact, as he advanced toward Touma, shoto recognised with great horror the person.

Dabi. It was the villain Dabi.

Shoto was dead.

He wanted to laugh hysterically and cry. Of course. Of COURSE the league would take the occasion to find him. God, with his luck, they were not going to keep him alive, maybe even execute him publicly…

Then again he was now quirkless. At least he dodged the bullet of being turned into a nomu…

But something was strange. Dabi had barely glanced at him and was, in fact, fully concentrate on the other villain. And his expression was…. murderous. Actually, Shoto couldn't remember ever seeing anyone so enraged before. It looked like Touma had personally hurt and destroyed everything the man held dear to his hearth, and that he was now on a fiery rampage.

He didn't even let Touma talk, or explain himself, or scream. With one great mouvement, he made him burst into flame.

Shoto closed his eyes, flinching at the horrific, soul piercing screech that the man was making. Burning alive… it did seem like the worst death. And it went on. And on. And he could smell cooking flesh and he was going to be sick and he was crying again-

Cold, rugged hands were suddenly on his face, making him jump.

Shoto opened his eyes and, for a split second, he had the wild tough that his father was there. The piercing, serious blue eyes, just reminded him so much of Endeavor. Dabi’s voice was calm. Collected. Like he was talking to a smile child or a frightened dog.

“-Shoto. Shoto, I want you to focus ok? I’m gonna move you, but for that I need to touch you. Can you stay calm? Please?”

Shoto just shook and cried harder, not understanding what kind of mind game Dabi was trying on him. And yet, the villain cold hand went to his side, detaching the rope, never attacking. How strange, that the man’s body was so cold, and that his quirk was fire.

Once he was detached, Dabi shrugged his coat and, to Shoto great confusion… wrapped him into it.

It was warm. It smelled of sooth, cigarettes and antiseptic. A weird combo, but better than the sizzling, burning odor of flesh. In fact… he suddenly had a bang of hunger at the smell of cooked meat, and dry heaved at the tough. How low had he felt…

Once he was covered, the thin man, Dabi, hoisted him in his arm, carrying him outside the room with effort. He was… quite thin. Actually, shoto was surprised he could carry him at all.

He carried him further into a hallway, before deposing him on the ground with a grunt.

“-I’ll be right back. I got something to do first…”

Shoto didn't answer. He didn't have the energy. God he wished he was high, so that he could escape the pain and sorrow he was in at the moment…

Dabi was away for not that long when more scream resonated. Shoto realised, in a horrified moment, that the man was probably killing his kidnappers.

It was confirmed a moment later when a stumbling figure, fully on fire, entered the corridor. The human form was able to do a few steps toward shoto, who shrinked in horror, before they fell onto the ground, gurgling one last pained cry.

Saki. The figure was saki. And she laid dying, right in front of Shoto eyes. He saw the woman die.

Behind her, slowly advancing, was the form of Dabi. He literally steped over her twitching, still burning body, and advanced toward Shoto. And maybe it was the remnant of his survival instinct, but he tried to crawl away, on his mangled hands, clearly afraid of the man who looked like a demon straight from hell.

“- No… no… please… Don’t burn me… Just kill me quickly, please...”

Dabi stopped at that. Shoto could not clearly see his face, as his vision was blurred by tears, but slowly, the man crouched, and carefully advanced toward a trembling, terrified shoto. Again, his cold hand reached for his cheek, and he flinched.

“-Shoto. I promise, on my life, and the life of- of my mother, that i will never, ever hurt you. And if I can have my way… no one else will ever hurt you again.”

And maybe it was the intensity of his eyes, or the way he had yet to hurt him, or simply desperation, but shoto believed him. He simply nodded, went slack, and let himself be picked up again by the villain.

….Strangely, he felt… Reassured by the cool embrace. It felt strange, like he had experienced it before, and it was just…Calming. And comforting.

Maybe it's why he started to slip in and out of conscientiousness. Or maybe it was his body finally giving up.

He was still seeing flash. Of dabi putting fire to the building, of them outside. Of him, calling someone, even if he couldn't make sense on why he was talking about a pigeon.

Maybe he was hallucinating.

That would explain why he felt like his mother was humming the song she used to when he was sick or hurt. He snuggled closer, seeking safety in this familiar comfort, of soft song and cool hands caressing his head.

He continued to be half awake, distractingly realising that a loud sound of flapping just joined them, and a urgent voice was talking. He couldn't be bothered to check out what it was. He felt… safe. Protected. He was sure that nothing would hurt him if he stayed there.

“-.... gonna owe him so much, god what were you thinking?!? And what am I supposed to say, hu?!? That I found him in the street?!?”

“- I don’t care. I am past caring about any of this shit. Just… get him to an hospital. Keep him safe. Please.”

“-... One day, T, your going to kill me with your fucking bullshit. God your lucky I like you-”

Shoto suddenly stopped listening, because he was, somehow, moving. But he couldn't feel any hands handling him, and he was getting away from the soft source of comfort, what the-

Distressed, he hopped his eyes… and saw the confusing sight of himself, floating in the air, surrounded by… red feather? What?

A face suddenly appeared in front of him, and hey, he was now officially hallucinating. First Dabi, now #2 hero Hawk?! Yeah right.

“-Hey Chibi-Roki. I have no idea if your even like, registering what i'm saying right now, but your saved alright? Im gonna get you to the hospital, so just relax.”

The face disappeared from his line of sight, and todoroki blinked at the night sky, wondering for the first time how long he was actually gone. Just as he was passing out again, comfortable in is floating mattress of feather, he felt a strange sensation. Cold, stange lips on his forehead.

“-I’ll promise you'll get through this, baby bro. Things will get better.”

And with that distinct, strange last memory, shoto finally fell into darkness for good.