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Katsuki sits on the bed, leaning on the pillows as he stares outside of the window at the dark and cold autumn sky. It looks like it's going to rain soon.
His arms itch. He ignores it for the hundredth time that day.
At first it drove him crazy, but he's used to it. He knows he'll have another fit, if he tries to scratch the itch. So he distracts himself by searching shapes from the clouds.
None of this would have happened if he'd been stronger.
”Remember how much fun we had last time?”
He remembers the hurt. He remembers the long nights scratching his arms bloody just to feel different kind of hurt.
”We're going to have so much more fun than last time, you little bitch.”
He flinches as the hospital room door slides open, echoing with the forceful memory of the spoken word. He turns to look at Kirishima, who smiles at him fondly, looking way too fresh compared to the grey clouds.
”Hey,” Kirishima says and walks into the room, sitting on the chair next to Katsuki's bed, ”heard you were awake, so I brought you apples.”
Katsuki turns to look to the sky again, the shapes of the clouds changing rapidly, as it starts to rain forcefully. Kirishima glances outside of the window and starts to peel an apple on top of a plate forgotten on the side table.
”What's your favorite shape today?” He asks happily. Katsuki frowns and turns to look at Kirishima.
”They all look like clouds to me.”
Kirishima laughs and offers Katsuki an apple slice, which he accepts, slowly chewing.
”How have you been?” Kirishima asks more quietly as he keeps slicing the apple. Katsuki swallows the apple piece, staring out of the window again, silently.
Scarred hand grabs his hair, yanking his head up to look at the ugly bastard in front of him. Shigaraki's hair is longer and his face even crustier, as he stares at Katsuki with cold, lustful eyes.
”Had enough already, Katsuki?” The ugly bastard asks, grabbing Katsuki's cheeks with four fingers. Katsuki grits his bloody teeth before spitting onto Shigaraki's face a mixture of blood and spit. He doesn't even flinch, just stands up and nods to Dabi, who grins widely and throws Katsuki back onto the floor.
"I'm-”
Dabi steps on his head forcefully, pressing it towards the ground, and he cries out in pain, feeling sharp gravel press against his temple.
”Little sluts like you should just submit nicely and stop acting out. Or didn't you learn from the last time?” Dabi asks calmly and kicks Katsuki's stomach, making him cough up blood.
Katsuki tries to summon his blasts, but his hands are dry and weak. He only manages to set out little fireworks that tickle his palms annoyingly. Dabi laughs darkly and kicks Katsuki to his back. A horrifyingly familiar gut feelings hits Katsuki immediately and he freezes.
”Oh?” Dabi hums and kneels between Katsuki's legs. ”Starting to remember?”
Katsuki brings his bound hands towards Dabi, meaning to blast him off, but seeing the blue burning fire rise from Dabi's body, raises them shakily above his head, his eyes widening from the act.
Dabi laughs maniacly and makes his flames bigger, staring into Katsuki's terrified eyes.
”You remember now? Does it hurt? Does it make you scared?”
”Katsuki?”
He flinches, breathing out shakily, and slumps towards his knees, bringing them closer to his chest.
”Breath,” Kirishima says quietly and places the plate of apple slices on the bed. ”It's okay to not be fine. Not after...” He frowns and quiets down.
”I'm fine!” Katsuki chokes out, though he's shaking badly. ”I'm not weak!”
Kirishima places his hand on Katsuki's knee and smiles sadly.
”I know you're not. You are strong.”
”You are weak.”
Dabi's hand is stroking his cock slowly. He stares down at Katsuki, a cold smirk mocking the blonde paralyzed from fear.
”Look at you, doing nothing to stop me from doing this,” he whispers and pushes his cock against Katsuki's hole, ”bet you couldn't get enough last time. Did you go whoring yourself to all the guys at your school?” The last word comes out as a grunt as his pushes inside Katsuki, holding his thighs with burning hands.
Katsuki's mouth opens to a silent scream, his back arching from the ground. Dabi groans and starts a punishing rythm, pumping his dick in and out of Katsuki's too tight hole. It hurts like hell!
He brings his arms up in reflex and blasts Dabi with medium explosions. That's enough for Dabi to snarl in rage and grab Katsuki's arms.
”Guess you want to get rid of these real bad, huh?” He whispers while his hands start burning Katsuki's arms more and more and more AND MORE-
Katsuki flinches away from Kirishima's touch so violently, that he falls from the hospital bed screaming in agony.
”Katsuki!” Kirishima is up and on the other side of the bed in a second, watching as Katsuki squirms on the floor, screaming.
”MY ARMS!” He cries out in pain. He can feel the heat, the burning, searing heat all the way to his bones, and he rolls on the ground to stop the burning, to stop the flames from scorching through his skin.
”Katsuki, wake up!” But he is awake! He is awake and his arms are BURNING-!
Kirishima kneels down on the floor, next to Katsuki as he stops him from squirming and places his hands firmly to Katsuki's cheeks, cradling his face and looking sternly into his eyes.
”There's nothing there!”
Katsuki wakes up, still laying on the ground, still smelling the burnt flesh and smoke. But the pain is different. It feels numb. Something is off. He feels oddly light.
”Wake up. See what you did to yourself.”
He tries to use his arms to sit up, but despite the effort, he can't feel the ground under his hands. No, no that's not right. He can't feel his arms.
He hears two small objects drop on the floor next to him, and sees two blue marbles roll on the ground towards him.
”You should be grateful, I saved you from the serious injury that Dabi put you through. He was nice enough to cauterize the wounds though,” Mr. Compress says coolly and crouches down, looking at Katsuki with cold eyes. ”Say thank you.”
He tries to croak out an answer, but his tongue feels numb, and his throat scratchy from black smoke and screaming. He ends up coughing up black slime that makes his eyes tear up.
”Good enough,” Mr. Compress says and stands up, walking out of the room and leaving Katsuki alone in the darkness.
Katsuki stops screaming, stops squirming and stares into nothingness with widening teary eyes. He whimpers and tears finally fall from his eyes towards his ears.
Kirishima is right. There's nothing to hurt. There's nothing at all.
”I warned you, didn't I?” Shigaraki whispers, pressing Katsuki's legs wider, ”I warned you what happens, when you oppose to us.”
Katsuki barely hears him, still in shock. The dull pain in his stumps now nothing more than a buzz in the background. He doesn't even flinch as Shigaraki's fingers penetrate his hole.
”Your arms are gone. Your quirk is gone. You are nothing than a fuckhole to us,” Shigaraki continues, pressing Katsuki's prostate firmly with his fingers, making him squirm out of his stupor.
”Repeat it to me. What are you?” Shigaraki hisses, punctuating his question by thrusting more fingers into his ass, he feels like he's going to tear. Katsuki gasps from the intrusion and closes his eyes, gritting his teeth.
”'M n-nothing but a f-fuck--- h-hole,” he stammers, his tongue still feeling numb in his mouth. Shigaraki cackles cruelly and in quick movement takes his fingers out of his ass, replacing them with his cock. Katsuki cries out from the sudden new intrusion, and arches his back, trying to get away from Shigaraki fucking him.
Shigaraki's movements are slow and dragging his walls uncomfortably, grinding into him balls deep.
”Remember when I fucked you the first time?” Shigaraki asks, holding Katsuki's hips firmly in place, ”You cried like a little bitch, telling how much it hurt your little virgin ass, but it didn't actually hurt, did it?” he whispers, taking hold of Katsuki's cock, ”it felt good, didn't it? Made you come real fast just from my cock.”
Katsuki sobs and shakes his head. He didn't like it! He doesn't know what happened, it was his first time!
”That's right, princess, just keep crying, it makes you so much prettier,” Shigaraki laughs and picks up his speed.
”Katsuki.”
Katsuki flinces back to the hospital room floor, looking at worried Kirishima with teary eyes.
”They... They took my arms,” he whispers and closes his eyes sobbing quietly.
He feels Kirishima put an arm under his knees and back and effortlessly stand up holding Katsuki close to him.
”Yes, they took your arms,” Kirishima whispers into his ears quietly.
Instead of placing Katsuki on the bed, he sits on the bed himself, leaning on the pillows and lets Katsuki lean on his chest and cry his t-shirt wet. He holds him close and gently pets his hair, looking out of the window with thoughtful eyes.
”They had to. To keep you safe.”