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Souvenirs

⚠️ Gore Warning ⚠️
Izuku's POV

Tap, tap, tap... I listen, my heart beating faster the louder they get until they stop. Creeeeak. That would be the cell door. Tap, tap, tap. And cue Shigaraki standing in front of me. I don't even bother to look up this time. I know he's there, whether I see him or not.

"Aren't you going to look at me?" Tomura says in amusement.

My only acknowledgement of his presence is curling deeper into a ball.

"Aww, don't be like that~" he says as he touches my side. I wince even though he wasn't disintegrating my skin.

"Get up, now." His sudden change in tone is almost alarming, but I comply, getting off the floor and into a sitting position.

"Now, time for our second question session."

It had been a week since the first one, and my shoulder was mostly healed, but not completely. Strangely, when I fell asleep, I,d wake up and have bandages in that place, replaced each time. The blood no longer seeped through the bandages as fast, at least. I kept staring at the ground. I couldn't bare looking at him- he caused me so much pain.

"Tell me-" he resumed his cheery tone. "Why does All Might hang around you so much?"

I felt a bit shocked. "H-how did you know that?"

He scoffed. "I mean, we're not stupid enough to not have spies. Don't worry though, none of the classmates or teachers are... yet. But anyway, you haven't answered the question~"

Shigaraki smirked and started to wrap his hand around the back of my head, intertwining all but his thumb into my hair.

"W-wait-"

"I'm getting impatient!" He said, yanking my hair back so I was forced to look at his red eye.

"I c-can't tell y-you t-that... b-but I-I'll t-tell you anything e-else..." I stammered, fear taking over, as deep inside me I knew he was just going to hurt me again no matter how I pleaded. He smirked. Of course he smirked.

"I was kind of hoping you'd say that!" He said in such a cheery voice it was almost scary. "I mean, it sucks that I didn't get any information, but at least I get to see you suffer!"

I tried to scoot away but he simply yanked me back. Wrapping his hand around my other shoulder, he slowly activated his quirk, clasping his other hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream. I was in agony as my skin slowly faded into nothing, every piece taking longer to leave than the last. He suddenly stopped. I looked at him, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He appeared contemplative.

"This is too boring. Maybe I should try something new?" He sneered.

He left the cell. I fell to the ground, shaking and sobbing. A few minutes later he came back with a knife, his pinky finger sticking away from it. He smiled at the look of pure terror on my face as he lifted up my shirt and started to carve words into my stomach.

"I decided you might want a souvenir~" he sang.

The agonizing pain that rang through my body caused me to tremble uncontrollably. When he was finally done, he started licking the blood off the knife.

"I guess it's true... the blood of your enemies is sweet."

I fell to the floor again when he left, hoping the pain would stop, that my friends would find me. At this point I was praying to pass out. Then I heard the tapping of footsteps. I quickly wriggled into the corner, burying my face into my blood-soaked shirt. The cell door opened, and I could feel myself starting to shake even more violently. A hand touched my arm and I reeled away.

"Oh, you're awake. That's strange." It wasn't Shigaraki's voice this time.

I looked up at the source of the voice, a young man with stitches holding up his skin. He wasn't as scary as Shigaraki, but still scary, nonetheless.

"W-who are y-you?" My voice trembled as I spoke, as much as I tried to control it.

"Damn, he really fucked you up this time, didn't he?" He said, ignoring my question.

I looked down.

"Give me your arm, kid."

I tried to lift it, but it shook and fell back down. The man sighed. He lifted it himself, causing me to scream and the bite my lip. He took off the bloody bandage, cleaning the wound with antiseptic, making me bite my lip hard enough for blood to trickle out. He then move onto my other, much less severely hurt, arm, cleansing and wrapping it with bandages effectively.

"Anything else?"

I nodded before uncurling my legs to reveal the bloody, torn shirt behind them.

"Holy fuck..."

He muttered, carefully lifting my shirt as I winced at the pain.

"Property of Shigaraki...?" He whispered.

"I-is that w-what he wrote?" I meekly asked.

He wordlessly nodded as he began to gently dab the antiseptic onto my wounds. It was so agonizing I couldn't hold in the scream as I tightly sealed my eyes. When he had finally finished wrapping the wounds, he got up.

"Look, kid... I'm sorry for what he's doing to you. I don't care if he kidnaps someone but this is just... horrible. Every time I come in to change your bandages you're shivering and saying things like 'Please... no more...' I hate what he's doing. He doesn't even really need information, he just enjoys hurting you."

My mouth went agape at the mans words. He ruffled my hair and sadly smiled.

"Stay strong, kid."

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