Kirishima pov:

I slowly open my eyes and am greeted by a familiar stone ceiling. My eyes widen in terror and I start thrashing underneath the restraints accompanied with salty tasting tears. The memories of what happened a few years ago came rushing back in a heartbeat. I try to activate my quirk but it isn't working! The door opens and I stop thrashing and strain my neck backwards to see who opened the door and he was there.

"You finally decided to wake up rocky~" The sinister smile radiating from the mans cracked lips made me bite my lip in a petrified manner.

"W-what do you want!?" I shout with a hoarse voice as the blue haired male makes his way towards me. He presses a button on the side of the metal bed I am lying on which converts it to a chair. He kneels down in front of me with his right arm resting on his right leg and his left hand resting underneath my chin. I turn my head to the right to shake his hand off from me.

"It seems as though you've dyed your hair," He said intriguingly while studying it, he picked up a few strands of hair and pulled them harshly towards him, dragging my head with it. "But I liked it black," The blue haired male whispered into my ear. You know that calm tone people sometimes use that makes you feel really scared? Well, that was the sort of tone he had. "We're going to have to change it." He snickered and I was more scared then I was before. I've been through this before and Shigaraki's torment was the worst.

Shigaraki soon returned with a bucket of water and black hair dye. He set the bucket on the ground and pulled out a pair of keys he had. I knew exactly what was about to occur. He released my arms from their restraints first and then my feet. Shigaraki stood up and pulled my hair forcing me to stand up to stop the pain. He then pulled it down, my face making contact with the bottom of the bucket harshly.

Now Shigaraki had his hands pressing on the back of my head while I was struggling not to drown. He soon pulled my head back up and I regurgitated a huge amount of water but before I had enough time to catch my breath, my head was underwater again.

It has been three days since I got locked in here with the league of villains. I had been taken many times before but never for longer than a day or two. I was scared, nervous and tired. All I wanted was to get out of this ere place and back in the comfort of my warm bed. My neck hurt too much to move it so I had to stare at my old scares and new torture marks from these disgusting people. My insides felt all gooey and sticky. Tears start to form in my puffy eyes again and it took all might not to let them hit the cold floor.

In walked Shigaraki with his usual devil grin. My mind starts running a million miles an hour as I listen to his footsteps echo through the misty room.

"No! Please no! get off of me right now! You can't do this to me! Get the fuck of me you stupid bitch!" I screamed as Shigaraki crawled on top of me.

Bakugo pov:

It's been one day since Shitty Hair went missing. 'It's so fucking annoying! He can't go running off like that and then not answer any of our calls!'

I've tried to call him hundreds of times but I just get sent straight to voicemail as does the rest of his stupid friends. I've gone to his dorm to see if there is something to help advance this case but his door was locked and Mr. Aizawa had to fucking stop me before I could blow it up or kick it to the ground.

"Jeez! What's your problem! We need to get this stupid investigation moving! It's taking too long!" I shout at him.

"I have the key here so let me open it." Mr. Aizawa replied sternly. I clicked my tongue at him but soon relaxed enough for him to let me go. He slowly walked towards the door and every muscle in my body wanted to break the door down.

When the door swung open nothing had changed. His room was in the same condition as always except for a broken photo frame next to his bed. I made my way over to it and moved all the sharp, see-through glass and picked up the picture of the Bakusquad. I internally smiled at how happy we all looked together. I put it back where I found it and moved over to his desk. Mr. Aizawa was studying the tiny bathroom connected to Kirishima's room.

I looked at what he had left on his desk and saw nothing suspicious. He had a small stack of study notes, a pencil holder and a pair of scissors. I picked up the stack of paper and quickly flipped through them all, not really paying attention to the contents. The closer I got to the bottom the less study notes there were and more drawings and letters. I stopped at one that caught my attention and it was very disturbing. I've always known about Kirishima's love for drawing. Just pick up his English book and the borders will be full of different doodles that were happy and refreshing but this drawing was the complete opposite. It was dark. The aura it discharged was very – how do I put it...odd. Not normal. The paper was all crinkled and tearing at the corners.

"He's really put this piece of paper through torture." I mumble under my breath. The destroyed paper held a complete drawing. It was of a black haired male pitying himself and a hand reaching out to slap him. Well, that's at least how I think of it.

Though the drawing was interesting and unique, I wondered what message Kirishima was trying to portray in this. I placed the picture back onto the desk and started looking at the drawings one by one. Some were chill and cool but most of them were depressing or plainly 'out of character.'

Soon after I finished rummaging through the pile of papers, I was instructed to go back to my room. I was pissed but did what Mr. Aizawa said. He seemed to want to study Kirishima's room further.

Kirishima pov:

I was in the dorm room being bombarded with questions on where I had been. Kurogiri had left me in a back alleyway with a change of clothes, aspirin and makeup with the orders to not tell anyone about this or he'd kill me. I was covered in bruises, cuts, dried blood and my back was in a burning state with strips of flesh showing.

"Kirishima! Why is your hair black!?" Midoriya bellowed.

"It's my natural hair colour and my hair dye came out while I was at my parents. Once again, I am sorry for not letting you know. I left my phone in my dorm room and I thought my parents informed the schoolboard." I lightly chuckle, hoping to get out of there as quickly as possible. My eyes roamed around the busy room until they landed on a distressed looking ash blonde boy standing apart from the crowd. He had huge dark bags under his wine red eyes and he looked paler than usual. He looked back at me and scowled at me but it wasn't a convincing scowl. I ignored the voices around me and focused on the eyes of the blonde across from me.

"Where have you been Kirishima? We thought you had been kidnapped." Mr. Aizawa spreads his arms out to exaggerate his point as he walked through the crowd.

"I was at my parent's house. I thought they told you." I push through the aching in my jaw as I smile brightly.

"Well they didn't. And why were you there exactly?" Mr. Aizawa crosses his arms over his chest and gives me a pushy look.

"Well, my parents, they wanted to spend some quality family time with me."

"You idiot! First, you run off without saying anything for a week and then you tell us it was only because you were spending time with your family! Do you want to become a hero or not!?" He roars at me, leaving me speechless and frightened.

"Stupid trauma..." I mumble to myself with my head down. "I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa for the trouble I have caused. I deeply apologise." I bow in front of him with my eyes shut tight, waiting for the inevitable punch.

"Don't ever do that again. You hear me," Mr Aizawa's blunt voice filled the empty feeling room.

"I swear to never do it again." I open my eyes and straighten up again. Though I don't know if I can keep that promise.

Aizawa pov:

'That child. Who does he think he is! Skipping a week of school to hang out with his family!? I thought he wanted to be a pro hero but maybe not.'

"I'm going to have to call your parents Kirishima." I say and walk towards the big glass doors that leads to the cold wind but stop with my hand on the door, ready to push just so I can threaten this idiotic boy. "Also, if you do that again then you will be expelled from UA."

I get hit with the cool breeze as I step outside onto the wooden porch and pull out my phone. I put in my passcode and scroll through all the names of the parents until I reach Kirishimas' dad's contact.

Bakugo's pov:

'Yeah right, like Shitty Hair went home in the middle of the term. He's too fucking dedicated to pull something like that'. Plus, if you look closely you can see a few small bumps on his skin though there barely noticeable and his clothes seem to be a size too small.

"Where the hell did you really go Shitty Hair..." I mumble under my breath and look at the stupid boy being bombarded with questions mainly by the bakusquad but a few others were thrown in the mix.

Racoon eyes is crying like a hooligan, Pikachu was shouting, Duct tape was being a pain by standing there.

Two hours have passed since Mr. Aizawa threatened Kirishima and he's been playing video games and talking with us since then but obviously something's wrong. He didn't seem as lively as usual...Not like he was ever that lively, he's obviously hiding something. I knew from the first time the nightmares brought him to my dorm Kirishima.

"Hanging out with all of you has been super fun and manly but I need to shower before I stink this place up any more than I already have." He jumps up from the couch and if my eyes aren't deceiving me, then what I saw when his shirt raised with his movements was really there.

'What an awkward place to have a bruise...'

Kirishima's pov

I walk into my dorm room more tired than ever. I pull my shoes off and chuck them to the side before dragging myself to the bathroom and forcing myself to strip naked but it's a tricky thing to make myself do because the memories of the week flashed with every time I saw the state of myself. I had lost a significant amount of weight since I was kidnapped and I knew I needed to get my weight back to normal in order to keep my muscle mass. I fiddle with the shower taps until I get the perfect combination with the two opposing temperatures. I stepped over the small barricade between the shower and the bathroom floor that provided a barricade to any runaway water.

I couldn't take it anymore. As I stood underneath the soothing touch of the water and the feel of soap running down my cracked skin, I cried. I cried out as much of this pain as I could, though a small sob fest wasn't even near enough to release half of the pain I keep inside.

In total it took 30 minutes to change and shower, with 20 of those spent in the shower. I hobbled to my bed were a black screen started to shake and ring violently. I picked up the annoying device and didn't even bother to look at the caller ID before accepting and pressing it to my ear.

"How dare you skip school Eijiro! You disgusting brat! You'll never achieve anything if you skip school!" The man who I identified as my father shouted. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"They took me again dipshit! Of course I wasn't at school!" I asserted, annoyed.

"Hahaha! You deserve it," he scoffed back. I was too tired to deal with his shit so I hung up on him and threw my phone on my camo doona cover.

"You're so fucking annoying dad..." I mumble under my breath and take control of my emotions before going downstairs and watching a movie with the class. I walk over to my door and slip on some black slippers. Opening the door I look back at the small device dipped into my bedsheets, wondering whether or not to bring it with me.

In the end, I just left my phone to be lonely. I ignored all the urges to just collapse and sleep at that very second. I could use the movie as an opportunity to sleep but then if another nightmare takes over, then I'm screwed. The only one here who knows about my nightmares is Bakugo; luckily he doesn't know what they are about. I sluggishly walk down the stairs and into the living room.

"Hey Kiri! We've already made up our minds with the movie!" Mina squeals in excitement and clenches her eyes tightly shut.

"Oh? Really? What manly movie did you pick out?" I ask with my hands tightly stuffed into my white Pyjama pants.

"We picked 'A dogs way home' because it looked really wholesome." Uraraka announces.

"Sweet!" I sit down next to my best friend, the angry blonde, Bakugo. The girls curl up with each other on the ground, wrapped in a few blankets while the boys sat on the couches.

"Lets start this shitty movie!" Bakugo shouts angrily.

"Yeah guys!" Mina responds enthusiastically and presses the start button.

"The movie was so manly!" I strain through my tears with a playful scowl on my face. The girls are all crying into each-others' arms, still aching about how heart-warming the movie was. Everyone else was super confused with what was happening but Bakugo soon started to shout in his usual pissed-off tone.

"Stop being so emotional extras!" He shouted, "It's annoying the shit out of me!"

"C'mon Bakubro, chill out! We're just having some fun!" I chuckle lightly and place my hand on his shoulder.

"Tch! I don't want to be a part of this 'fun.'" He rolls his eyes and shakes my hand off his shoulder. A few second of silence shrouded the room until Iida broke it.

"I think we should all go to bed so we can rest up for school tomorrow," Iida's voice boomed over the silence.

"Yeah. I'm getting a bit tired myself." Uraraka chimed in. Everyone said their goodnights and separated to their dorms. I unlock my door and without untying my shoelaces or taking off my makeup, I flop onto the bed. I shut my eyes but visions of the torture I faced this past week came rushing back without any notice. No matter what I tried, the memories wouldn't go away.

I was in the damp basement. My arms and legs weren't cuffed but instead my hands were tied up above my head and my legs kicked at my sides. The only thing I could see was a blue-haired male on top of me. Just looking at him made me want to curl up in a ball and disappear let alone him right in my face with both our naked bodies touching unwillingly. I screamed for him to stop but like every other time, it just aggravated him past the point of his nearly non-existent sanity.

He rested four fingers against my neck. "If you don't stop screaming for me to stop and start moaning my name, I will not hesitate to disintegrate you slowly and make you suffer." He threatened sadistically. I hesitated before forcing myself to pleasure his disgusting needs.

I couldn't help the tears that fell. The memories took control over me. I couldn't help but silently plead for help. For someone to save me from the torturous relapses.

I soon feel the weight of my eyelids closing and my senses drifting away.