Chapter Text
Dammit.
Two students were gone, the alarms never went off, nobody saw anything.
During the middle of the night, Izuku Midorya and Hitoshi Shinso just disappeared. No notes, no texts, no calls.
Aizawa has watched the footage over and over.
There was a camera in every hallway and in the living rooms of the dorms. He stares at Midorya and Shinso’s doors and saw nothing, there was no noise.
A few other students got up during the night and didn’t suspect or hear anything either.
A hand on his shoulder makes him sigh. “You’ve been staring at those screens for a good two hours, I think it’s time to give it a break.”
Shouta leans back, pausing the footage as he did so. He glances at Hizashi with bloodshot eyes. “There’s got to be something.”
“There’s nothing. Sho, take a break. I know you're worried, we all are.” Hizashi pulls his chair away from the screens.
The police and the students' parents have been contacted. They suspect the students were kidnapped and the kidnappers had a teleporting or a stealth quirk.
Shouta rules out the stealth quirk, the alarms would’ve gone off instantly and the students' doors never opened on their own.
He rubs his eyes. “We built the dorms to keep them safe and what happens? The dorms didn’t work, two students are gone. My problem child and our son are gone.”
Hizashi’s fingers gently run through his hair. He stays quiet. Shouta looks up into Hizashi’s eyes, his hand reaches up and he strokes his cheek.
“We’ll find them.” Hizashi said in a quiet and hopeful tone.
“I know.”
Hitoshi was having the staring contest of his life.
Red eyes stare down at him and he refused to blink. If he blinked, someone might strike, someone might get hurt.
Midorya was right next to him in black shorts and a grey T-shirt.
Hitoshi was lucky he didn’t sleep that often and still wore his black sweatpants and a black tank top from earlier that day.
The school girl was staring at Midoriya with hungry eyes. Hitoshi didn’t like her, not one bit. He could faintly see a pair of knives in her sleeves.
The League of villains kidnapped them and now they were all just staring at each other. He and Midoriya had quirk suppressant cuffs on their wrists and rope constricted them to the hard-ass chairs they sat in.
“Well, this is awkward.” Even without his quirk, he’s still a talker. His social anxiety was still a bitch though so he wasn’t a very good or nice talker.
The red eyes finally blink and he feels like he’s won a prize.
Maybe it’s the hand on that bastard’s face.
“Let's get to the point so I can just kill you two already.” Handy Manny stood up and walks over to them.
“We need some information on U.A. Our informants are Occupied right now and our other sources are assholes.” Handy Manny grabs Hitoshi’s face with four fingers.
“Feel like sharing?”
Midorya yells at the hand jerk. “Get away from him!”
Hitoshi glares. “We aren’t telling you anything.”
Handy manny lets go of his face with a little push and turns around. “I was hoping you’d say that. Dabi.”
The burnt piece of bacon steps forward. His hand reaches out and grabs Midorya’s shoulder. The smile on his face made Hitoshi’s stomach turn.
He heard of the Villains quirks. The burnt bacon strip had blue fire. The blue fire was the hottest fire out there, even hotter than the number Two hero’s flames.
Hitoshi jolts in his seat. “Don’t-“
Midorya’s shoulder is set on fire for a few seconds as Blue fire bursts from the man’s hand.
His world is crumbling quicker than he thought it would. “Izuku!” He screams in fear for his friend, the pain of the flames had to be worse than Todoroki’s.
He couldn’t even imagine what kind of scream or howl Izuku was going to let out. He clenches his eyes and braces for the scream.
There was silence.
A pin could’ve dropped and they all would’ve heard it.
Hitoshi was afraid to open his eyes, what if Izuku passed out from the pain? What if he was still on fire? What if he was crying? He would start crying too.
Slowly, he barely peaks through one of his eyes and sees Izuku was blankly staring up at the burnt bacon.
Hitoshi opens both his eyes and his mouth falls open.
Izuku’s shoulder was red and the skin was peeling, it looked like his skin was melting.
Yet, he looked like he didn’t have a care in the world.
The villain, Dabi, just stares down at Izuku, his smile was gone and his blue eyes look haunted.
He steps away from Midorya.
Izuku's shirt was burned and smoking, his sleeve was completely gone and a bit of his chest showed. Hitoshi’s mouth went dry.
“M-Midorya?”
Izuku’s eyes seemed to snap back to reality and the light in then return. “Shinso, are you okay? Y-you screamed really loud...”
Hitoshi lets out a shocked laugh. “Midorya, Your shoulder was on fire and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”
The young hero glances down at his shoulder. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”
Dabi looks over his shoulder at Handy Manny. “You should’ve screamed, or cried, or even winced. How many times have you been burned?” Handy manny questions.
“You have second-degree burns, others would be passing out right about now.” Dabi spoke quietly, his eyes were cold and unamused.
Hitoshi snarls. “You fucking-“
Handy manny makes a hand gesture. “Twice, can you take the cuffs off of Lavender?”
Hitoshi would’ve laughed if it was anyone else calling him Lavender. But all he wanted to do was strangle everyone for even looking at Midorya.
“Are-“
“Just do it already.”
The Pokémon man walks over with a skip in his step. He hesitates when unlocking the cuffs.
The second the cuffs slip off his wrists, a feral grin is on his face. “Hey, you look like a Pokémon and a pokey ball.”
“Twice-“ Another voice tries to interrupt.
“I don’t-“ The man freezes.
“Punch yourself.”
The man’s fist slams into his face and he falls on his ass while clutching his face. “Ow! What was that for?! Do it again! ”
Midorya snickers, still ignoring his shoulder.
Hitoshi reaches out and forgets he’s tied to a chair.
Handy manny sighs. “Nobody else answers him when he talks, his quirk is brainwashing. If Anyone else does, make sure to punch that person or kick them.” He taps four fingers on the counter.
The misty bartender had golden eyes and was cleaning a glass. The mist guy had a warping quirk, he’s the one that teleported them from their rooms to this shitty bar.
The school girl didn’t reveal her quirk, neither did the one with a magnet, or the Pokémon guy. The guy with the cane and smiling mask didn’t really look dangerous or too tough.
He knew about Handy Manny though. His quirk can turn shit to dust.
If he was quick enough, he could-
A foot nudges his. He glances up and notices his zoned out for a second. “Lavender, if you even think about trying to control one of us again, I’ll make sure you lose that tongue of yours.”
Hitoshi bites his lip and sneers.
“Use Your quirk on Midorya.”
What?
“What?”
“I’m not repeating myself, do it or else it’s your turn getting burned.”
Fuck.
Hitoshi looks at Izuku and clenches his fist. The other boy gives him a shaky smile. “It’s okay.”
“But-“ Hitoshi stops himself. He could get burned, right? He could handle it? Yeah, he’d be fine. The melting shoulder doesn’t look...
His knees shook.
He couldn’t handle that. He’d pass out like they said, then they’d go back to torturing Izuku and burning him. They’d completely focus on him instead.
Fuck.
“Izuku, What do you call a pig that knows karate?”
“A pork-“ Izuku’s eyes went white and his face becomes blank again. Hitoshi’s lip quivers, the other boy didn’t even hesitate to try and answer him.
“Ask him when’s the next trip.”
They were using him to get information. Dammit.
“Tell me When’s the next trip.”
“It was in a few days, Aizawa-Sensei will probably postpone it now.” The dull answer felt wrong here, the dullness of Izuku’s voice was awful.
“Ask about how 1A is training their quirks.”
“How is 1A training with their quirks?”
“Aoyama is dealing with stomach pain and trying to see if making the laser beam smaller reduces that pain and training to make the bean last longer. Ashido is trying to make her acid into a ball and control how strong it is to see the limit of what she can melt. Asui is trying to see the limit of how cold the temperature has to be before she goes into Hibernation. Iida is trying to see if he can out run-“
“Okay! Shit. How much can he remember about them?” Handy manny interrupts and slumps down into a stool.
“He studies quirks so he remembers a lot.” Hitoshi felt like smacking himself.
“He studies them? Damn, powerful, and super smart. The perfect hero!” The lizard man spoke from a corner of the room.
“Shut it.” Handy manny was staring at Izuku’s shoulder.
“...Ask how many times he’s been hurt.”
Hitoshi felt wrong for wanting to know the answer as well. He heard and saw Izuku break his arms and legs in a fight and he just kept going through the pain until he was forcefully knocked out.
“How many times have you been hurt?”
“Lost count.” Izuku’s dull voice replies and Hitoshi jolts with surprise.
The school girl bounces on her feet. “Ohhh! Ask how many times he’s bled! Ask what type of blood does he have! Ask-“
“Toga, shut it. Ask how many times he’s been burned.”
“H-how-“ Hitoshi’s voice cracked. He has to bite his tongue to try and stop the tears from swelling in his eyes. “How many times have you been burned?”
“Lost count.”
“Well, what number did you stop counting at?!” Hitoshi’s own anger seeps through before he can stop himself. Nobody can just lose count or be that clumsy! Someone had to be hurting Izuku.
Some sick bastard.
“2,153.”
The air was thick with tense air. Silence runs through the bar. Hitoshi didn’t try to stop the angry and fearful tears that spilled down his cheeks.
How does someone get burned that many times?
Hitoshi wanted to wrap his arms around Izuku and disappear, he wanted to go home and hug Izuku until the day ended, or until his dads' came to rescue them.
A sob escapes his throat. His control wavers and the green comes back to Izuku’s eyes. He looks around in a confused panic. His eyes land on Hitoshi.
“Are you okay?!” He struggles against the rope and the cuffs. He tugs and pulls to get closer to Hitoshi. His green eyes look up and he glares at the villains who made his friend cry.
“C-control him again.”
Hitoshi sobs. “N-no. Izuku, What-“
A hand grabs his shirt and pulls him and the chair up. Red eyes were blaring with rage. “Control him.” Handy Manny spoke through his clenched teeth.
“I-Izuku.”
“Shi-“ Green disappears again. Izuku stops struggling and goes limp.
Dabi steps in and pushes the handy man off of him. “Ask if he’s been abused.”
This is getting personal, weren’t they just after information on U.A.?
“W-were you abused?”
“Yes.” Another sob. The tension spikes and the villains got closer.
“Ask if his parents ever hurt him.”
“D-do y-your parents hurt y-you?”
“No.”
The lizard and the Man with the cane were walking towards them. “Who the fuck goes that far?!” The lizard screams and his hands pull at his hair.
“Spinner, Compress, breathe.” The misty man spoke through the tension. The other with the large magnet sat on a stool and puts their head down.
The school girl peaks out from over Twice’s shoulder with a frown. “Toshi? Can you ask if Izu had bullies?”
“W-were you ever bullied?”
“Yes.”
Dabi clicks his tongue. “Shit, that’s a little extreme for bullying.”
Hitoshi glares daggers through the tears. “Fuck all of you.”
“Fuck bullies.” The lizard, Spinner? Compress? Whatever his name was, he looked pissed.
“Ask if...Ask if he remembers the bullies' names.”
“Do you remember the bullies' names?”
“Ren Tsubasa. Yoka Mazuka. Liya Okayaka. Taiga Naigao. Katsuki Bakugo. Ichiau Wuirm. Minra Y-“ His chest clenches and unclenches.
Bakugo.
Izuku called him Kacchan. They were childhood friends. That couldn’t be right. “Stop.” Izuku stops naming the soon to be dead people. Hitoshi takes a deep breath to calm his pounding heart and raging mind. He’s never felt so much rage. Even with his past bullies, they never attacked or abused him.
Dabi sits down, They could all see blue flames sparking to life around his face and hands.
“Bakugo? The one who won the sports festival?” The one with their head down finally spoke, they took off their sunglasses and rubbed their eyes.
“Yeah.” Handy manny holds out his hand. “Kurogiri, I need to turn something to dust.”
Kurogiri sighs and hands him a glass. Five fingers grasp the cup and it shatters, the glass barely cuts Handy’s fingers before it turns into dust.
“That didn’t help.” Handy manny reaches out for his face, Hitoshi tenses, and waits for the pain. Death was so close.
“Open your eyes.” Handy manny says.
“I don’t want too.”
“I don’t care.”
Hitoshi opens his eyes and sees a pale hand in front of his face. “He’s been burned, Bakugo has that Explosions quirk. Ask one more question, then we’re done.”
“Done? A-as in you kill us?” Hitoshi glances at the dull Izuku. His plan was to take control of either Handy Manny or Dabi after the question and make them attack the others.
A small distraction could help his plan, he could try to loosen the ropes again and maybe grab Midorya, they could try to get to the door.
“Ask what’s the worst thing Bakugo’s done.”
“What’s the worst thing Bakugo’s done?”
“Kacchan almost made me leave my mom.” Izuku’s shoulder’s dropped and his head cracks to the side. The green returns to his eyes and he looks up at Handy manny and Hitoshi.
“What's going on? Shinso, are you okay?! Shigar-“ Izuku began screaming, he didn’t even notice everyone was staring at him with rage and sorrow.
“Midorya, please calm yourself.” Kurogiri walks over, he stood by Izuku’s side and looks at his wound. “I’ll be back with a healer.”
“W-What?” Izuku watches as Kurogiri disappears.
“Izu?” The school girl’s hungry eyes were dim with sadness and bright with something feral. “Are you suicidal?”