(TW: Rape Whistle)

How many days had it been? 14? A fortnight. He'd been here for a whole fortnight. He felt like crying, but he had no more tears to shed.

His hand were binded behind his back, a collar around his neck, bags weighed on his eyes. He had no clothes on, curled into a tight, scarred ball. But He'd still fought. Even through all of it. He'd soon stop fighting.

The door to his dirty cell opened. He shut his eyes tight. The mans voice echoed through the chamber. The voice he hated so much. "Well, well. Look whos still awake." The man kneeled down beside Izuku. He roughly grabbed his face. "You're so pretty." He said, tracing Izukus freckles, pausing on his nose.

Izuku hated the way his finger lingered. He hated the way the man smelled like how 'horrible' would smell. He hated the way the mans tight grip hurt his face. Or the way he couldn't even stand to look at this mans face. He didn't know who this horrible person, who chilled him to the bone, and made Izuku feel a special kind of hatred, was.

A hand traced its was down Izukus body. Neck. Chest. Stomach. Stop. Stop. Stop stop stop stop stop! Izukus mind screamed at him to do something, anything. Please just do something, he screamed at himself. But he didn't have the energy to. He didn't have the energy to yell and scream at this person to leave him alone. He couldn't even think straight.

The hand gripped him. Izuku gulped. Not this again. Not again not again not again not again. He was flipped into an uncomfortable position. He felt like vomiting.

The man unbuckled his pants, already turned on from what he was about to do. He didn't even put on any lube, just ripped Izuku into a position, by his hair. Somehow, he still had some tears left to cry. Somehow, he found some tears, as tears leaked out of his eyes. The man entered. It hurt. Oh it hurt.

Izuku blocked it all out, retreating to his head, scared and sad and lonley. Every thrust bringing him closer to reality, at some point he realized the whimpers and whines that left his throat, along with the screams that ended with whines and tears after each thrust. The man got rougher, it hurt more.

Make it stop. Make it stop. Stop. Stop stop stop stop- he filled with heat. He hated it. The man had finished. Please leave. Get out of here. Leave me alone. Please. Please. Please.

The man got up, fixing his things, amd bent down, grabbing Izukus face, rubbing soft circles into his tear stained cheek with his rough finger. "Your so pretty. So beautiful. Look at you." The mans words sickened Izuku. 'Don't call me that' his brain shrieked.

He placed his hand in Izukus hair, twisting some between his fingers. "Your hair is so soft." He said lowly. He gripped Izukus face tighter before dropping it, and leaving. Finished and pleasured.

Izuku panted, curling into a tight ball on the floor. A sob involuntary forced itself out of his throat. And another. Another. He was crying. Tears streamed down. Tears he didn't know he had left. He was ravenged, starving, and alone with his horrible thoughts that screamed at him.

He cried himself to sleep, shaking, panting, sobbing, whining. Alone.

*.* OuO *.*

It was the next day. Maybe? Hopefully. His throat hurt like hell. He couldn't hold together much longer.

The door opened. No no no no no. Please. No. Please. No no no no no no. His brain screeched the word. Over and over pounding it into his skull.

"This is our last day together Izuku."

The words filled the room like a posion. "We're going to have so much fun."

The man walked over to Izuku. He kneeled down, pulling him up by his neck. He hugged Izukus naked form close to himself. Izukus brain screamed. It shreiked over and over. But he never said a word. Not a sound.

The man smiled. Izuku wouldn't look at him, but he could tell. He gripped Izukus neck, and laughed. "So. Much. Fun."

*.* OuO *.*

Izuku was broken. He was broken. Shattered. After that. He was unresponsive. Just followed orders. The man dressed him. Izuku did nothing. The man took him outside, being accompanied by villains. Izuku, did nothing. The man left him at the front of UA. Izuku did nothing. The man told him to listen to Todoroki Shoto. Izuku noted that, but otherwise, did nothing.

He watched Blond buns and some man that was stapled together leave. He didn't watch the man leave.

The doors to UA opened. Hours later. Someone looked at him, terrified. He didn't recognise them. Did he know them? Maybe.

They took him inside. They'd talked to him. What they'd said he couldn't remeber. He walked, arms down, leaned over a bit, eyes trained on the path ahead. He recognised the halls. He used to love these halls. He didn't feel anything about them anymore.

The looked at them. It was a frog girl. What was her name? Did he know her? The felt like he did.

"Izuku, where were you, Kero? Everyone was scared half to death!"

No response

"Izuku? Kero..please say something."

He said nothing. She took him into Recovery Girls clinic. Everything else was a blur.