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I’m just going to put a link here since it’s pretty dirty, but I recently revamped my chapter 1 of one of my old fics, “Can’t Keep My Hands off of You”. In my opinion the new version is much better, but to be fair it is undergoing some reworks and changes. Just in case, I’m going to put a link to the old chapter one here in case anybody wants it:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gcpG5ICWobipAcjQ-N0B5CBxGF1ShApl_g8VWJdg1mk/edit?usp=sharing

And here’s a link to the new version, if anybody wants it!!

Deku x Overhaul. Kidnapping, pedophilia, and themes of non-con.

Izuku stared warily as Kai walked across the sterile room. One of his arms were strapped down tightly, and Izuku knew what that meant. He’d be getting a shot. He used to be good with needles. He might’ve squeezed his eyes at the pain, but his mom could hold his hand and he’d be okay. But things were different now.

He was scared the first time Kai ever brought a needle to him, but it was for a different reason. He’d been thrown into a van and had chloroform pressed against his mouth until he knocked out. When he’d woken up, he was dragged to this same eerie doctors office and was terrified as Kai took his blood.

The second time, he was less scared. He’d been with Kai for a week or two, and while he had no trust, he understood their dynamic. If Izuku was docile, then Kai wouldn’t hurt him. And being a bullied, quirkless middle schooler, it wasn’t hard for him to fill that role. So when Kai had brought a needle to Izuku filled with a strange liquid, Izuku doubted that Kai was about to euthanize him. It had left Izuku a little light headed, but Izuku’s faith hadn’t been unfounded. He’d survived.

Izuku’s mistrust came the fourth time Kai brought a needle to him. By then, they had settled into their roles. Rather than a lab rat and scientist, it was more like a doctor and their pet. Kai had been affectionate in his own way by then. Izuku’s mistrust had been replaced by distaste and a deep discomfort, but he’d been more confident than ever that the serum would leave him just fine. After passing out on the floor and waking up in Kai’s bedroom, he’d been proven wrong.

He’d cried. A lot, actually. He’d felt betrayed, and all the pent up emotions he’d felt had poured from his eyes. He’d demanded to know what the mystery fluid being injected in him was, and why Kai was keeping him in the first place. The answer had made Izuku cry even harder. He was trying to invent an anti-quirk serum, and whenever he had a new iteration of it, he tested it on Izuku. He insisted that Izuku’s quirklessness was important to him beyond the potential it gave him a test subject, but Izuku had never hated his quirklessness more in his life.

More iterations entered his bloodstream. Some were easy, leaving him fatigued and in need of a little rest. Some didn’t affect him at all. And some left him vomiting, shivering from the cold for hours on end. Kai treated him for all of it, staying by his side as he suffered from the medicine. Still, he couldn’t look at needles the same.

Izuku’s eyes stayed fixated on Kai as he pulled out a fresh needle and walked over to Izuku. Kai met eyes with him. Izuku’s eyes darted away briefly, before returning to the offending needle. “You’re nervous.”

Izuku’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He briefly considered denying it, but he knew that Kai would see right through it. He always did. “A little.”

Kai grabbed the vial out of the protective box he was keeping it in. He must’ve felt confident in this newest iteration. Kai’s voice was clinical as he spoke, but when he glanced at Izuku, a little affection seeped through. “You know, I test this on as many people as I can before you. If it hurts them, it won’t go through to you.”

Izuku wanted to scoff at that. Izuku was his only quirkless test subject for a medicine that revolved around quirks. Izuku appreciated the measures taken, but he’s suffered enough at the hands of Kai’s medicine. He swallowed. “I know.”

Kai stuck the needle through the wax sealed top. A few other pricks proved that Kai indeed had tested it on other people. Kai pulled the plunger, the clear liquid filling the syringe. Izuku shuddered. Kai walked towards Izuku with finality. Any thoughts of pleading that Izuku had died down with the heavy footsteps. Kai scanned Izuku’s anxious form as he sat down next to him. Izuku could feel his blood creep.

A gloved hand prodded at his skin, exposed between two straps of leather. Izuku had to tear his eyes away as Kai found his vein. Tears pricked his eyes. Maybe he would get away with a mere headache this time. Izuku felt the cold instrument press against his skin, and Kai’s stern voice came with it. “Breath, Izuku.”

(tw: pedophilia, blood, and themes of non-con)

The razor popped out of Izuku’s pencil sharpener with a loud and shrill noise. Without hesitation, it slipped through and cut Izuku’s finger, deep and painful. Just as Izuku let out a pained sound, the school bell rung loud and clear, telling everybody to leave. What an inconvenient time to get cut.

The razor and the cheap plastic that held it clattered onto the floor, quickly getting stepped on by his peers. Izuku’s friends crowded around him, worried. Izuku laughed, “No, no, I’m okay! I just need to get to the nurse, then I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

Izuku’s claims weren’t helped by the blood spilling out of his finger. It hurt like all hell, but he could suck it up for a little bit. Suddenly, a calm voice rung out from behind them. “Excuse me. I have bandages at my desk, so you all can get to your classes. Leave Midoriya to me.”

It was his teacher, Mr. Todoroki. His calm eyes stared down on Izuku, fixated on his bleeding finger. Izuku smiled a little, glad he had somebody to help calm his friends. Izuku said, “Yeah, see? You all should go, so you won’t be late.”

It didn’t take much more convincing for them to leave. Izuku sighed with relief as they did. Mr. Todoroki waved at a few of them as they left, before turning to Izuku. “Sit down. I’ll call your next teacher so you don’t get marked late.”

Izuku appreciated the thoughtfulness, but it was unnecessary. “Oh, you don’t need to do that. My next class is super close, so I can definitely get there on time.”

Mr. Todoroki looked at him, surveying the wound. Eventually, he said, “That’s a deep cut. As your teacher, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. Sit down.”

It didn’t leave much room for argument, so Izuku reluctantly slinked to his seat. Mr. Todoroki searched through his desk, like he didn’t know which drawer had the bandages in them. A couple drawers in, he found an old looking box of bandages, pulling one out. He approached Izuku, footsteps heavy and even. He spoke, “How did you cut your finger?”

Izuku stared at the remnants of his sharpener on the ground, and laughed, “Oh, um, the blade of my pencil sharpener came out. That’s what I get for buying such a cheap one, haha.”

Mr. Todoroki nodded earnestly, like he was very seriously processing the information he was given. Once he was at Izuku’s desk, Izuku put a hand out, ready to receive the bandage. Mr. Todoroki had other plans. “You’re going to have trouble wrapping this around your own hand. You should let me do it.”

Izuku wanted to deny him, but he seemed adamant. Well, some teachers were caring for their students like that. Izuku nodded and presented his finger. Blood bubbled from it still, dripping onto the desk. He felt bad for whoever had to clean that. Mr. Todoroki noticed the excess of blood, and with his white sleeve, gently wiped it off. Izuku squeaked. “M-Mr. Todoroki! You don’t have to do that!”

While Mr. Todoroki seemed unbothered, blood wasn’t exactly easy to get out of fabric. He was always so well dressed too, it must be expensive. Mr. Todoroki didn’t respond, only grabbing the bandage again. He bent it, exposing the cotton pad in the center. He carefully aligned it with Izuku’s wound, before tightly pressing them together. It stung, agitating his wound, but Izuku knew it had to be done. He held back any pained noises that wanted to bubble up. Quickly and efficiently, Mr. Todoroki wrapped the sticky part of the bandage around his finger, watching it adhere to skin and itself. Izuku smiled, “Thank you, sir. I’ll go now.”

Izuku gave his gratitude, and tried to pull his hand away. It didn’t budge an inch. Mr. Todoroki’s hand stayed steadfast against his wrist, unmoving. Izuku laughed dryly, trying to pull it away again. The hand on his own only tightened. Izuku swallowed. “Mr. Todoroki?”

Mr. Todoroki looked at Izuku, eyes unreadable. He leaned forward with a soft hum. Izuku suddenly felt very cornered. He spoke, voice cool and collected. “Midoriya. What do you think of my class?”

Izuku wriggled uncomfortably. “U-um. I like it?”

He did indeed like the class. It was his second favorite, actually. The course felt like it was made for Izuku, going at a perfect pace and always speeding through any lessons that bored him. Izuku just happened to have more friends in another class, so that one was his favorite. Mr. Todoroki gave Izuku a gentle look, something that seemed foreign on his stoic face. “Ah, that’s good. I’d be disappointed if my favorite student didn’t like my class.”

Izuku froze. It might be a compliment, but... isn’t that a little inappropriate? Even if he thought that, he shouldn’t be saying it outloud. Izuku laughed dryly, saying, “O-Oh, uh, thank you. Then, I really should be going now. I can probably still make it in time if I run, haha.”

Mr. Todoroki’s hand didn’t relax even a bit. Mr. Todoroki spoke in a smooth tone, like he was talking to a small animal. “You really are a good student. You always turn your work in, and you know the material well.”

Izuku looked away, staring at the floor. “I-I try.”

Mr. Todoroki’s free hand rose up, and Izuku’s gaze snapped to it, fixated. It slowly rose up, and clasped on Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku sputtered, “M-Mr. Todoroki? Isn’t this a little strange? Someone might misunderstand, s-so you should let me leave now. I won’t tell anybody.”

The ‘I won’t tell anybody’ was unplanned, but it felt appropriate. Like it would actually persuade his teacher. It didn’t. The hand on his shoulder squeezed, in a gesture that Izuku feels like he should get from a father figure. Mr. Todoroki said, “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m sure that nobody will be walking in.”

The hand carefully let go of Izuku’s shoulder rising to brush his cheek. Carefully, lightly, it brushed a piece of his hair and tucked it behind Izuku’s ear. It tickled, and Izuku couldn’t help but feel like the gesture was intimate. Like a lover would do. Not a teacher and student. Izuku jerked back, feeling the blood withdraw from his face. This couldn’t be that sort of a situation, right? Izuku’s mouth opened and closed. He felt frozen. If his teacher noticed Izuku’s distress, which he surely did, then he didn’t act on it. Instead, that cold hand cupped his cheek, and Mr. Todoroki smiled. It was small, almost shy, but a smile nonetheless. The rare sight only put Izuku into further stupor. “And well... You’re also a very pretty boy, Midoriya.”

Izuku shivered. He looked up to Mr. Todoroki’s eyes, and found the gaze far too warm and far too much to handle. He stared at the desk, their intertwined hands sitting on top of smeared droplets of blood. Izuku couldn’t decide if it was unsettling or outright disgusting. He muttered words out, brain too frozen to think them through. “Sir, this i-is, you, you--! You’ll get in trouble, Mr. Todoroki! You shouldn’t b-be doing this.”

Mr. Todoroki’s smile didn’t waver. The hand on Izuku’s cheek felt sticky now, his own cold sweat sticking to it. Izuku felt tears prick his eyes. Mr. Todoroki’s voice felt scarier this time. “You don’t need to worry about me. Like I said, I’m sure nobody will walk in. I could even do something extreme, and nobody outside of here would notice.”

Izuku looked up at him. “E-Extreme?”

Mr. Todoroki’s smile widened, and it felt nothing but sinister. Both of the hands on Izuku’s tightened. “Yes, Midoriya. Like this.”

The moment the words pierced his ears, Izuku was pulling away from the desk. His chair legs screeched on the ground, but it was too late. Mr. Todoroki had bridged the gap between them, leaning over the desk and standing so close that he filled Izuku’s vision. And warm lips were pressed against Izuku’s own.

Katsuki thought that it was stupid to follow after a famous person, disgusted at the hoards of people acting like puppies begging for attention. Admiration was acceptable, but famous people were just that; People. Not special, and definitely not to the degree that they were treated.

A year later, he was able to swallow that ideal like it never existed, as he sealed an envelope with a wet finger. It was his fourth letter to Deku. He didn’t send them too often, refusing to send Deku anything inadequate. At first he was worried that he sent them too infrequently. That his letters got lost among the hoard, never able to worm it’s way into Deku’s memory.

He was proved wrong on a wonderful, wonderful day. He was watching an interview of Deku’s, and Deku was asked a simple question about his fanmail. ‘What’s the strangest letter you’ve ever been sent?’.

And he got to watch Deku’s glorious reaction. He’d rocked back and forth uncomfortably, obviously remember a few unsettling examples. Eventually, Deku had put a hand to his chin, and with murmured, “Well, I’ve gotten quite a few, but there’s a few memorable ones I guess. Um, there was this one girl who said that she would worship me as god. And, there’s one person who sends me daily letters about the dreams they have each night.”

Deku leaned back, giggling with a charismatic smile. He used to be so nervous, his smiles wobbly and half-hearted. Now he radiated a confidence, one that drew Katsuki in like no other. Deku had bristled, yelping, “Oh, I know one! Yeah, this is a really good example of what not to send me.”

He giggled again, laughing at his own joke. “This guy sent me a letter, declaring his love for me. He told me about what his dream date with me was, and how he’d take me home afterwards. Which is a little uncomfortable, but I sort of get those a lot? But he was really demanding. He was outright threatening me to go on that date with him. I even had to hire security, because he said he’d show up to my house and make me go out with him. I’m not sure if he knew my address, but you have to be safe.”

Katsuki had felt a little taken aback for a moment, when he heard it. But his cheeks filled with color when he realized that Deku was talking about him. He had to be. Katsuki’s first and second letters were relatively normal, but he’d been fed up with the lack of recognition come the third one. So, he went a little wild. He threw away his shame, and sent it to Deku with the hope he’d get a reply. From Deku, even a restraining order would be acceptable.

He’d gotten neither, and hadn’t sent a letter since. But, it had caught Deku’s eye. More than anything else had, and it sounded like Deku didn’t even know his first two letters existed.

Katsuki looked at his fourth letter. It was tucked away in the same kind of envelope that he’d sent his third one in, in hopes that Deku would recognize it. He’d outdone himself with this one. He’d put in lots of research, and included it with as much grotesque language as he could. Deku would surely remember this one. Maybe it’ll scare him. Maybe he’ll have to hire security again. Maybe he’ll actually get that restraining order this time.

But, maybe, he’ll catch Deku’s eye enough to bridge that gap between them, and he can apologize for it all one day.