1 Chapter One: Broken Forever
TIME - 8:37 AM
Ugh...Damn, my head hurts....
His eyes opened slowly. He peers into the white roof of his dorm, squinting as his eyes adjust to the brightness. Stretching, he slowly reaches out across the bed, searching for his phone. The sheets ruffle, twisting under his grip. They reveal nothing. Discovering that his phone is not among his bed clothes, he grumbles. Rising from bed, he eyes his room, searching. His room was tiny, but tidy. Just how he liked it. The bed took up the majority of the space, with only enough room for a desk with a mini fridge, a dresser, and a small flatscreen Tv mounted on the wall opposite his bed. A shelf is hung on the wall beside it, holding a PlayBox7, his game, and his favorite book series. He yawns, rubbing his eyes. Standing there, half asleep, he remembers something about the day before.
Yesterday
His hand grazes the wall as he walks into the dorm, weak as he was from the intense workout. His feet slide clumsily out of his shoes, which he leaves by the door. His legs spaghetti noodles, he stumbles over to his bed. When he opens the mini fridge, in search or one of the many Monster energy drinks he stores in there, he finds a depressing lack of beverages. Yet, right in the middle, there sits a half-carton of milk. A sticky-note hangs off the side. It reads:
"I thought I told you to stop drinking this stuff. đ Hope you had a great night, though!"
I'm blessed with the greatest girlfriend ever, he thought, his eyes scanning the adorable hand-drawn emoji. As he grips the carton, about to get a cup, his phone chimes in his pocket.
Uraraka: Hey, babe!
He holds his phone, pouring the cup. He sets the carton back in the fridge, door closing quietly. His fingers move quick, eager to respond.
DEKU: Hey, Uraraka!
Uraraka: You back from the gym, yet?
He smiles, gratified by the quick response. He types, fingers flying.
DEKU: Yep! Just got back.
The three dots disappear to confirm Midoriya's suspicions.
Uraraka: Did you see my present?
He smiles, chuckling by Uraraka's playful nature. However, his smile disappeared when he noticed the strange smell. It smelled almost like extremely salty vinegar. He sniffed the air, attempting to identify the source. His search led him to his armpit. It was a strong smell, but not necessarily unwarranted. His attention returned to the message. He responds.
DEKU: Yeah. I'm just about to take a drink, now.
Then, Deku pushed the cup to his lips. Downing the whole cup in one go, he burps. At first, nothing was wrong. He felt fine. Sore from the workout, but fine. Soon however, he notices that he is unable to move. His eyelids become heavy as he succumbs to the sleep...
Today
Midoriya is now aware that something isn't right, going on high alert. His phone lies on the desk next to his bed. He grabs it, quickly, opening his chat app. No new messages had been received. Cursing, Midoriya jumps up from the desk chair. Peering around his empty room, Midoriya didn't notice anything out of place. That was weird, since Uraraka usually stops by every night, often leaving his room a mess. He begins to calm down, noticing nothing actually wrong. He looks down, only to see that he wore the same clothes from yesterday. He groans, heading for his dresser.
He got into a fresh pair of shorts, and a grey hoodie. He lies on his bed, controller in hand, about to play some Tony's Arachnid Boy. But then, he heard a massive sound emanate from the room next door. Bakugo's room.
Midoriya quickly fires up One For All, standing and leaping through his dorm, shooting out the door. Sprinting, he quickly shouts.
Midoriya: Everyone! Get up!
He hears the loud noise again, followed by a deep voiced grunt.
THUD!
Midoriya wasted no time on the door, shoulder bursting through, throwing the door across the room. Tackling the nearest person, he collided with a body immediately. Midoriya wraps the intruder's arm around his body, pinning the man against the ground. He is about to tell the villain that it's over, his throat uttering the first syllable. As Midoriya peers downwards, however, he is surprised. He quickly noticed an extreme lack of clothes on his prey. The man's sandy blonde hair, usually all up in spikes, was now pressed against the floor. His toned, sweaty body tense under Midoriya's firmly planted feet. He gasped, recognizing the naked man. A gruff voice retorted.
Bakugo: DEKU?! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW.
Midoriya was comprehending the situation, his eyes darting about. Pants lie on the floor, a skirt and two shirts. He sees a belt half under the bed. Underwear was either out of sight, or not present. As he assessed the situation, he heard a bloodcurdling scream from the way he had come. He spun around, about to leave Bakugo on the floor to find the real menace. To his horror, another naked body was pinned against the wall.
She was hung up on the wall using BDSM straps, secured hastily using screws. He recognized her immediately. The brown hair and blushing cheeks stood out to him. His girlfriend of 2 years was held against the wall, naked in another man's room. Her legs were still suspended by shackles on the wall next to the door. The floor beneath her was wet with obvious body fluids.
As the gravity of the situation struck Midoriya like a sledgehammer, his face transformed into one of great sorrow. His eyes welling up with tears, he heard chuckling from Bakugo. Midoriya spun around, punching the boy, who fell into unconsciousness. A few words escaped his lips before his eyes overflowed.
Midoriya: Why? I gave you everything
With his tears overwhelming all reason, Izuku did the one thing he knew he could. He walked silently to Uraraka's shirt pocket, took the key to his dorm back, and trudged back to his room.
He passed Yaoyorozu, who tries to question him, asking what happened, and why he woke everyone up. Midoriya peered into her eyes, tears rushing down his face. His face, morbid as it was, made her yelp. She took off down the hall, chasing the door he's come from. He kept walking, hearing her gasp of disgust and horror as she walked into Bakugo's dorm. Entering his room, Izuku turned, locking the door as he heard a hand knock, softly. He ignored it, as his face found his pillows again. He sobbed himself to sleep, ignoring the cries of help from Uraraka, the repeated and rapid knocking on his door, and the near silent rustle of the teacher chilling in the roof of his dorm.
TIME - 8:45 AM
