#shinstain

His heartbeat accelerates, but he fixes his captor with a glare. He can’t let this man know how his heart reacts (pulse speeding, blood pressure increasing, beat stuttering) whenever he sees him. It’s not like Shinsou actually likes the Hero Killer, that’d be...irrational.

But not much in Shinsou’s life is rational anymore.

Stain sits beside him, leaning against the headboard and arranging Shinsou how he wants in his lap. Shinsou’s broken arms are braced in two crude braces, the best the Villain Alliance could do in the short time he’d been here.

He wants to hate Stain, wants take these not-so-malevolent feelings and turn them into something  he’s familiar with-not this sickeningly sweet mixture of fear and arousal that he’s become addicted to in the past couple days.

“Now, don’t be like ‘Toshi.” Stain grins, too many teeth in his mouth. “Open up!” He holds a spoonful of whatever the fuck concoction he’s made for Shinsou today.

Shinsou wants to hate Stain, but he can’t, not when Stain’s been nothing but...nice to him. He’s been Shinsou’s personal butler since he’s been taken to the Villain’s hideout, and he seems to actually enjoy it.

He fixes Stain with another seething glare, but Stain only laughs, pushing at his lips with spoon filled with muck. “I know what you want. Be a good boy and eat your meal, and I’ll let you tell em what to do for awhile.” Shinsou doesn’t budge.

The first time Shinsou had been stubborn like this, his first night in the hideout, Stain had raged. Shinsou thought he had known true fear before that outburst, but oh no. An enraged Stain was quite a sight to behold, and Shinsou had felt utterly conflicted from the dueling unease and lust Stain’s fury had awakened in him. Once Stain had realized just how Shinsou had reacted, he learned just how to manipulate Shinsou.

“Be a good boy, ‘Toshi. I only want to make you stronger, better. You’re the key to this outfit, don’t you see what we can do together?” Shinsou can’t repress the shiver that Stain’s cooing coaxes out of him. “Together we’ll show society just how warped the apparent Hero’s of this world are. We’re the true Hero’s, ‘Toshi. Together, we’ll show them.”

Stain’s manic rambling lulls Shinsou into a false sense of security and he finds himself opening his mouth, allowing Stain to literally spoon feed him. Stain let’s out a rumble of appreciation, and too Shinsou it sounds like a wild cat purring.