NOT PRROFREAD

This story will be taking place in the past, Shino being 15. This is based off some headcannons that I made.

"At 13-16 Shino hung around a bunch of people at secret places such as alleys, open clubs, the people having an age range of 12-31. Some people were into things like drugs, alcohol, and other things while others were like him, just searching for a place to belong to.

Shino sometimes got hit on by people that also attended this club. Often by older guys. Often was TOUCHED if you see where this is going."  

Wow I just quoted myself, that's odd. Anyways, 

This story will have to do with things such as sexual assault, harassment, and maybe grape without the g. If anything about this is triggering to you, please click off. 

There will most likely be somewhat descriptive actions that will be triggering so just prepare for that.

Also swearing. Lots of swearing.

Stay safe and take care of yourself. 

But of course,

Enjoy!

—~Shino POV~—

I pull my hood over my head tightening it slightly. The gang is meeting tonight. They thought they could go without me? What a bunch of jackasses. I walk calmly through the streets, carelessly playing with my quirk as I go. The alley is the place. I walk down the familiar road and break off path to their direction. Soon enough I hear the music in the distance. I see Luna sitting on top of her stereo, stamping her foot to the beat. She's smoking something. Who knows with Luna, she'll try anything. She offers me a cigarette and I shake my head. Not in the mood for that today, it's definitely not the reason I showed up. I walk through the people, some new, some old. Allure is drinking. When is he not? He looks depressed yet still like he's having the time of his life. That's what every around her looks like. I finally set my eyes on him. The person I came here for in the first place. His hair is shaggy, his barber fucked him up. Probably in multiple ways, Ryker's been known to get around it bit. The baggy clothes he wears are probably years old, yet he still manages to look half decent. Suddenly he peels off his shirt, chugging a bottle of beer, burping loudly when he's done. The baggy clothes do a good job of hiding his physique, he's actually quite buff under all the folds. He finally lays his eyes on me, tipping his hat back so I can see his eyes. Ryker's dark green eyes are illuminated by the flashing street light above him. 

He shifts his footing slightly before walking towards me. "Looks like little lightbulb is back." He says with his usual smirk.

"Well no shit. And didn't I tell you to stop calling me that? I'm not even that young." I shrug and glare at him. 

Ryker Laughs in my face. "You're 15 little one, you'll always be a baby to me." He places a hand on my head, messing up my hair. Please... He's not even that much older than me, he's only 25.

"Fuckass." I mumble, shoving his hand off. Ryker laughs again. His laugh is low, which I like about him. It's better than laughs louder than a fucking train. 

Ryker starts walking off, I follow. He stops in front of a cooler, stomping his foot on the rim and tossing me a bottle of some kind of beer. Not really my thing, but he only offers up his precious  beer when he wants to really chill. I crack it open and take a sip. The taste burns my mouth. I feel it rush to my head but I ignore it. Ryker drinks these like a fish breathing in water. How bad is it really?

Ryker starts walking again, I follow closely. Eventually he takes my hand, smiling down at me. I slip a smile back. He leads me to a somewhat secluded area with a single chair and a scrawny patio table. He places his drink on the table, sitting down. He pats his leg, offering me a spot. 

This is weird for him, why is he acting so... 

I reluctantly sit on his lap, taking another sip of the beer. 

For the next ten minutes we basically shit talk the government, the media, and anyone who generally annoys us. I notice Ryker's hand snaking its way to my leg. I shift in myself when he finally rests his hand on my thigh. This is weird... But Ryker is my friend... So I trust him.

"So, how about we talk about you, little lightbulb?" Ryker offers up, now rubbing his hand against me. His hands are cold, probably permanently numb from chugging cold ones.

"What is there to say?" I respond, finishing the beer. 

"Well, how about we have a chat about how cute you are today." Ryker says while leaning on the arm of the chair. His breath reeks of the alcohol. 

"Don't I look cute everyday though? Your man whore-ish ways won't work on me Rye." I say nonchalantly, throwing the empty bottle somewhere. I hear it shatter.

Ryker quickly takes hold of my wrist, pulling it from my lap. I stumble slightly. He stares me in the face, taking my chin and positioning my head just before him.

"I was trying to play nice. You know what I want lightbulb. And I always get what I want." Ryker seethes. My break hitches for a moment. Rykers lips form a large grin. His stained yellow teeth clearly shown. 

Ryker pulls my face closer to his until out lips connect. It's like I can taste his foul smelling breath. Probably the mix of thousands of different alcoholic beverages he's drunken over the day. Ryker places a hand on my hip aggressively. He holds me there so tightly it's painful. I try to push him away but he just tightens his grip on my waist and my wrist. Then it's like I go numb. My hands tremble and my eyesight gets blurry. I think it's the alcohol finally getting to me. 

The last thing I remember is Ryker's hands slithering their way under my clothes.

—~+~—

I wake up with soreness. Lots of soreness. I feel bruises on my hips and wrist where he grabbed me. Ryker is gone. I'm sat in the chair. My head spins. Did that really happen? Did Ryker do what I think he did? Suddenly there's a pain my my chest. An aching feeling that makes my cry. I burry my face in my hands, sobbing to myself quietly. 

The soreness... The bruises... The alcohol... 

It was what I thought it was.

Ryker had raped me. 

—~+~—

I swear I'll never tell anyone. 

Nobody needs to know.

It's embarrassing.

Shameful. 

I should be ashamed.

I am ashamed.

How could I let that happen?

I'm never going back there. Ever. 

Tell nobody. 

Nobody. Needs. To. Know.

—~+~—

So uhm...

I'm sorry-

Part 2 telling Arty?? 🤔