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"Welcome to my little lab boys," All For One says as he smiles widely at the two boys that Tomura and his little friends were able to kidnap during the UA's training camp. One of the boys being the Ninth holder of One For All, the quirk that he's been after for so many years. The other boy being the one with the Brainwashing quirk, he could use this boy to influence the Ninth holder to hand over One For All.
"Fuck you, you Mr. Potato Head mother fucker," Izuku growls out and spits at All For One's feet.
Hitoshi has a look of horror on his face at Izuku's words and actions. "Midoriya, this is a villain! What the fuck are you doing?!" Hitoshi whisper shouts at him.
All For One gives Izuku a nasty grin, "Give it to me, boy."
"You can go fuck a cactus, bitch. I'm not giving you jack shit. I worked my ass off to earn this quirk. I'm no longer a quirkless Deku, I'm a quirked Deku and if you think you're going to take One For All from me, you're going to have to pry it out of my cold ass dead hands," Izuku growls out and Hitoshi's eyes widen at him, not knowing what to make of this information.
All For One roughly grabs Izuku by the face. "Ah yes. All Might choose another quirkless person much like himself before he became the Eighth holder. Now, give me the quirk boy," All For One growls at him as he attempts to take the quirk by force but Izuku resists.
"I'm not willing, you bastard. Can't take One For All if I'm not willing," Izuku says with a sly smirk.
All For One lets him go and sneers at him, "Then I'll make you willing." –He turns to Hitoshi and roughly grabs the boy's face; digging his fingers into the boy's cheeks– "I'd like for you to use your quirk on him and make him willing."
Hitoshi glances over at Izuku and Izuku nods his head when they make eye contact. Hitoshi swallows thickly before speaking, "Just give him what he wants, Midoriya."
"No…-" Izuku responds and a second later, he's snapping himself out of the quirks hold. "His quirk doesn't work on me. If you had fucking eyes, you would have seen that for yourself during the Sports Festival."
"I'm about sick of your mouth, Ninth," All For One growls out as he roughly shoves Hitoshi to the side.
"And I'm about sick of looking at your fugly mug! You're not entitled to this quirk! You'd be a stupid ass old fool if you took it from me cause I'll hunt you down like an apex predator and kill you myself with or without a quirk!" Izuku shouts angrily and All For One punches him across the face then kicks him several times in the gut.
Hitoshi watches on in horror as this villain continues to kick and beat on Izuku and how Izuku just laid there taking it like he's been through this before, making his stomach churn and tears run down his face. He scrambles away as All For One turns to him, "Tomura! Get in here! You're going to help me get Ninth to hand over the quirk!"
Shigaraki enters the room with a malicious smile on his face, "What would you like me to do, Sensei?"
"I want you to use your quirk on this Brainwashing boy. Maybe by torturing him, Ninth would be more willing to give me One For All," All For One instructs and Shigaraki's grin grows wider.
"If you fucking touch him, I'll kill you!" Izuku threatens.
"You're going to kill me?!" Shigaraki laughs and lightly grazes his fingers across Hitoshi's cheek as the boy screams out in pain.
"Get away from him!" Izuku screeches out, trying to fight back against his bindings.
"Give me One For All and we'll stop," All For One bargains.
"No Midoriya," Hitoshi tells Izuku and Izuku gives him a sad and concerned look.
"Very well then," Shigaraki says as he grabs Hitoshi by the arm and disintegrates it up to the elbow, causing Hitoshi to scream in horror and pain.
"Okay! I'll give it to you! Just don't hurt him anymore!" Izuku cries out and Hitoshi slumps onto the floor, clutching his arm and crying.
“Ninth. What are you doing?” First asks him.
“I can't let him torture Shinsou like that. I can't let him hurt someone that I care about,” Izuku answers.
“One For All will kill All For One. It kills those who have pre-existing quirks. That was the reason for my death. It took eighteen years to kill me so just imagine how quickly it could kill him especially now that it's been through five more users,” Fourth informs him.
“Maybe the fuck will keel over once he has it,” Second says before lightly patting Izuku on the back. “You're doing the right thing, Ninth. Your classmate is more important than a quirk.”
Izuku feels the previous users all wrap him up in a hug. “Go and become the hero you're meant to become, Ninth. We'll miss you,” the vestiges all say at once, as if it were rehearsed or maybe they had mentally prepared themselves of the possibility of having the quirk being taken.
Hitoshi watches through his tears as All For One removes this quirk from Izuku and as the green haired boy screams in pain. The scream turn into multiple voices all screaming as well. Hitoshi feels bad for Izuku as the green haired boy lays there sobbing. Hitoshi flinches as All For One begins his physical attack on Izuku again. Once again, the other boy just lays there taking it, not screaming or begging the man to stop, not caving in to give the man any form of satisfaction.
Once All For One is finished with beating Izuku down he turns to Shigaraki, "Take them to the cell. I'll figure out what exactly I want to do with them later."
Shigaraki kicks the two boys to get them to stand up and ushers them down to the basement level then shoves them into a dark cell after removing their bindings. Once the cell is locked and Shigaraki leaves, Izuku turns to Hitoshi and starts tearing up his own shirt and bandaging up Hitoshi's arm stub. "I'm so sorry, Shinsou. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, Midoriya. We both tried the best we could but there's only so much a couple of kids can do in that situation," Hitoshi says softly, he really didn't blame the other for his injury. "You. You gave up your quirk to save me."
"It wasn't mine to begin with. It's a borrowed quirk that gets passed from one user to the next. It originally belonged to All For One's younger brother. The goal was to keep it away from him but with some information that the Fourth user had told me before the quirk was taken, it may have been for the best. We'll just have to wait and see," Izuku whispers to him and Hitoshi nods softly.
There is a single mattress on the floor with one blanket. The two boys cuddle up under the blanket together and it is definitely awkward but they need to stay warm as the basement is cold and damp. They see the sun rise through the narrow basement window from the other side of the cell so they know that a new day has started. Hitoshi is exhausted and in pain and Izuku was warm and soft so he ends up falling asleep. When he wakes up again, he sees that it's now night again and that Izuku is holding him close as he himself sleeps. Hitoshi can tell that the other isn't in very good shape given his gray and clammy appearance. After the brutal beat down that Izuku endured, he safely assumes that he has some internal organ damage.
He can smell his own body odor and he really just wants a shower and a soak. He rests his head against Izuku's chest and can hear how soft and slow the heartbeat is and that worries him a great deal. He flinches a bit when the cell door opens and Shigaraki steps into view of the dim cell light with a creepy smile on his face. Hitoshi looks at Izuku and sees that he's still out cold and lightly nudges him, hoping that he'll wake up.
"Just the one that I wanted to see awake. Your screams are very lovely and I'd much like to hear them again," Shigaraki states while maintaining his creepy smile and it all makes Hitoshi's stomach churn and he starts trembling and nudging Izuku some more hoping and praying that the green haired boy wakes up but he fears that Izuku has lost too much blood to be coherent enough to help him.
He grips onto Izuku as Shigaraki grabs him to start dragging him to the middle of the floor. Him only having one hand made it difficult, especially since it was his dominant arm that was taken. Once Shigaraki has him in the middle of the cell, he yanks Hitoshi's pants down and Hitoshi immediately knows where this is going.
"No, please no, please don't do this. I'm begging you, please don't," Hitoshi begs through tears.
"So very beautiful when you cry. Such a shame that a pretty boy like you is stuck in this situation," Shigaraki says as he grips onto Hitoshi's ass and forces his way in, getting a loud, pained scream from the boy.
Hitoshi tries to pull himself away but he can't as Shigaraki has a tight grip on his hips. He screams more as Shigaraki starts thrusting into him. It hurts, he knows that he's ripped and bleeding as he's never had anything in there before. He screams in pain again as Shigaraki is ripped away from him and he immediately scrambles to the bed in search of Izuku and finds him gone. He turns when he hears a choking sound and sees Izuku looking absolutely feral and gripping onto Shigaraki's throat with one hand with the other hand in the gray hair. Hitoshi feels like he's going to puke when he hears the tearing, cracking, and popping sounds as he watches Izuku rip this villain's head off of his neck.
He sits there trembling as he watches Izuku toss Shigaraki's head off to the side like it was some kind of toy that was in his way. He doesn't know if he should be afraid of Izuku or not as he has just witnessed not only a hero student but a quirkless hero student murder someone with his own bare hands and natural strength. He watches as Izuku goes up to the sink and starts washing all the blood off of himself. He presses himself against the wall as Izuku kneels down in front of him.
"Are you bleeding, Shinsou?" Izuku asks him softly.
Hitoshi gently touches himself then looks at his hand and sees the blood, "Yeah. It's a lot."
"I know a place we can go. We've both been in and out of consciousness for three days. Shigaraki even bragged to me about how the Commission deemed us a lost cause so no one's coming to save us. We just have to save ourselves," Izuku informs him.
"We've been here that long?" Hitoshi asks sadly and Izuku nods his head. Hitoshi feels so dejected at hearing that no one was coming to get them. He has been training so hard to get up to par with some of his classmates but he still feels miles behind them all.
"Yeah. It's the twentieth. If you don't believe me, you can ask the woman when we get there," Izuku says as he helps Hitoshi up and gently pulls his pants up for him. "You need medical assistance and I know that I do too. It took me way too long to get myself to wake up and move. I could feel you nudging me but I couldn't get my body to move. I'm sorry, Shinsou."
"It's not your fault. We should hurry and go just in case you get like that again because I'm not going to be able to carry you anywhere with only one arm," Hitoshi says and Izuku helps him walk out of the cell and over to the narrow window.
Izuku pulls himself up and knocks the window out of its frame before getting down, picking Hitoshi up by the waist, and gently pushing him through the window. Once he was out, Izuku joins him and the pair set off with Hitoshi following closely to the wobbly walking Izuku.
Neither boy has any idea of where they are so they stop at a twenty-four hour store and ask the cashier. Izuku pockets a map and a few snacks and drinks as Hitoshi speaks to the man. They leave the store and Izuku holds some of the items out to Hitoshi who gasps at him, "Midoriya, that's stealing."
"So? We don't have any money right now so the five finger discount was necessary," Izuku says as he opens a sandwich and drink for Hitoshi as they follow the map.
Hitoshi knows that Izuku is right and he is hungry and thirsty so he just accepts everything as it is. It takes them eight hours to arrive at a little run down looking clinic. "What is this place?"
"It's a hospital for the quirkless. Don't worry. They'll treat you as well. They also don't charge money here, it's all charity based so any treatments we receive here are paid for by good samaritans," Izuku explains and Hitoshi nods his head as he follows Izuku in.
Both boys are rushed back. Hitoshi didn't need surgery but he did need stitches. He felt dirty as they sewed up his rear and them warning him not to strain while going to the bathroom and that it'd be best if he took stool softeners or give himself an enema to make it easier for him. They removed the decayed flesh off of his cheek and stitched the wounds closed. When they got to his arm, there was nothing they could do for it other than removing the decayed pieces of flesh and bone that hadn't fallen off. They get it all removed along with them cauterizing any exposed blood vessels, and sewing a cadaver skin graft over it with a small drainage tube so it heals properly. Hitoshi is placed into a room with IV fluids and is placed on IV antibiotics as well to prevent infections.
He's in the room by himself for a long time until Izuku is wheeled in, fresh out of surgery based on just about his entire body being stained orange with the iodine that they had used. Hitoshi blinks away tears as he can see that Izuku is receiving blood and that he still looks very gray.
"We lost him a couple of times but he'll make a full recovery. We'll keep both of you here for a week as that's all the hospital can allow due to costs. We'll make sure to give you both the supplies that you'll both need to continue to treat yourselves until you're fully healed," the kind doctor explains to him and Hitoshi nods along with what the man is saying as he continues to wipe tears off his face at learning that Izuku had died a couple of times while having surgery. "Is there anyone that you can call? I know that Midoriya here has been living on his own since he was ten so I know he has no one, so what about you?"
Hitoshi feels his heart break as he learns something so dark about the cinnamon roll of their class. Hitoshi shakes his head as he sniffles, "I live in a group home for those who are deemed unadoptable so I have no one as well."
The doctor nods his head sadly, "I'm very sorry to hear that. You seem like a very nice boy. A candy-striper will be by in a little while to give both of you some food and drink so just lay down and rest up. Hopefully Midoriya will be awake by the time it's time to eat. Tonight it's going to be dengaku and chukaman." Hitoshi nods his head as the doctor takes his leave.
Hitoshi gets out of his own bed and drags his IV pole with him and lays down next to Izuku on his bed. He wants to be close to someone and Izuku is right here. He can tell that Izuku is a lot warmer than he was when they were locked up in that cold and wet basement. He hopes that the antibiotics that the hospital is giving them will keep any sort of lung infection off of them. He ends up falling asleep and is woken up by someone lightly running their fingers through his hair and the smell of food. It smelled so good, the thought of having a nice hot meal sounded really good. He opens his eyes and sees Izuku's arm moving slowly above his head so he knows that it's the green haired boy waking him up.
He takes his time sitting up as he didn't want to not only jostle himself but also Izuku. "Do you feel better, Shinsou?" Izuku asks him softly.
"Just really sore and tired," Hitoshi answers. "What about you?"
"I feel like I've been run over by Truck-kun," Izuku answers and Hitoshi snorts.
"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't laugh but you shouldn't say shit like that," Hitoshi giggles.
"That's why I said it, Shinsou, it's meant to be funny," Izuku giggles along with him. "We should eat so we can get some more sleep. Need to heal up."
Hitoshi nods his head and moves over to his bed where his food was set and sighs happily as the steam from the soup hits his face, for hospital food it smelled really good.
"Granny cooks the best food," Izuku informs him. "She's just a little old quirkless lady who spends her days cooking dinners for the hospital. Her daughter and granddaughter make the breakfasts and the lunches."
Hitoshi smiles softly at knowing that this food is home-cooked, he hasn't had a home cooked meal since he was a toddler. "I haven't had a home cooked meal since I was four. Living in the group home, the main meals consisted of sandwiches, broth, rice, and oatmeal."
"Sounds like prison food. No, I take that back, I bet prisoners get better food than that," Izuku states and Hitoshi nods his head.
They start eating and Hitoshi just melts as he eats, it was so very good and he could taste the love that went into cooking this meal. Once they were finished eating, the housekeeper collected their dishes.
Izuku speaks up once she's gone, "I've made up my mind, Shinsou. I'm going to leave UA. There's no point in going back when none of them bothered to try and look for us. I'll just become a vigilante. It'll be up to you on whether or not you want to go back. If you do, don't tell anyone what I'm doing, just say that I'm dead. If you decide to follow me, we can stay at my house. We'll just need to figure out what to do for money. I mean, I have my garden but it's not ya know, meat and stuff."
Hitoshi sits there in thought for a long while. Part of him wants to go back to UA because he still wishes to be a hero but the other part of him feels betrayed so he's conflicted on what to do. He ends up laying back down with Izuku as he still doesn't want to sleep alone. He's woken up the next morning to the smell of food and to Izuku messing with his hair again. This time the food is pancakes with fresh fruit and orange juice. There's also a cup of pills sitting next to it and he stares at it in confusion.
"It's vitamin and mineral supplements. They give them daily here with breakfast," Izuku explains to him and he nods his head in understanding.
Hitoshi enjoys his breakfast and can see Izuku enjoying his own. He sighs softly in relief as he can tell that Izuku looks so much better. He was worried about him for a while but seeing the color back to the boy's skin was a relief. After he's finished eating, he's made up his mind, "I think I'd like to go with you. You're right, there's no point in going back when they never tried to save us."
Izuku smiles softly at him, "Okay. Once we're out of here, we'll come up with a plan and stuff on what we need to do."