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fugo lay damp on the cold bathroom floor, just out of the shower, the residual steam fogging up the mirror opposite of him. he had scrubbed his skin raw and bleeding, yet he still felt filthy.
"filthy"
he repeated, over and over again replaying in his mind like a broken record. the word imprinting, burning, staining onto his hot skin like a brand
"filthy"
water droplets turned red as they slid down his bare chest and shaking legs, before dropping onto the tile, puddles of sweat, water, and blood pooling under him.
"filthyfilthyfilthyfilthyfilthy-"
fugo clutched at the wet blond hair on his head, tearing some out in the process.
"filthy."
people have always praised him for being ahead of his time. always so smart, so collected, so mature.
"DAMMIT-"
fugo slammed a white knuckled fist into the wall, a loud thud reverberating through the old house the gang shared.
"mature."
his voice played in his mind, dripping with vile desires and underlying tones of manipulation.
"you're so mature pannacotta~"
hands trailing down his chest from behind, his lips whispering disgusting lies into his eager ears. he ate it up. a hungry dog is never loyal.
"so much smarter than my other students."
he would murmur
"my pannacotta~"
he had ruined his name, the only thing that fugo had left. he had taken so much from him, so much he could never get back. and now as he stares into the cleared mirror, all he sees is that confused child.