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      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
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  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Character:
      Aoyama_Yuuga, Misc._Villain(s)
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      Gang_Rape, Spitroasting, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Hand_Job, Overstimulation,
      Forced_Orgasm, Orgasm_Denial, Bondage, Torture, used_&_abused, mouth_gag
      by_way_of_dick, takes_place_during_the_usj_arc
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      Published: 2016-11-20 Words: 6121
****** Inferno ******
by Junko_SINoshima
Summary
     Where was Yuuga during the USJ invasion?
Notes
     sometimes u just gotta write a fic abt a twink getting overloaded w/
     dicks lmao
See the end of the work for more notes
After that villain near the entrance of USJ uses his warping quirk, Yuuga finds
himself alone in the conflagration zone.
 
There's fire everywhere. All the buildings are burning. He looks around. He
doesn't know what to do.
 
He knows the zone is supposed to look like this, so he's not worried about it.
But none of his friends are here with him. He wonders if that means he got
separated from the others. He decides to try and find someone else. There was
strength in numbers. And he was never good at fighting alone. And Aizawa's the
only teacher with them today, so he can't rely on him for rescue.
 
He walks down the empty road. Fire roars around him. It's controlled, but he
can't help but feel uneasy. It's too empty. There's nothing here but him and
makeshift skyscrapers. He assumed he was was sent here on purpose, but the only
danger right now is heat exhaustion.
 
He pulls his collar. It is uncomfortably hot. And he's not sure where the exit
is. He looks up. The entire facility is under a dome. And where it's highest
should be around where he can leave. It's a start. He doesn't have any better
ideas.
 
So he starts in that direction. He stays aware of his surroundings.
 
He hears something to his right when he reaches an intersection. It sounds like
talking. But the voices don't sound like any he knows. He looks over.
 
He sees a group of men.
 
And they see him.
 
One points a lazy thumb at him.
 
“Hey, it's one of those kids they told us about.”
 
The look they give him makes his stomach drop.
 
He can tell he has to get away, and fast. They're not a mob by any means, but
he's still outnumbered. He knows he can't take them all in a fight. He's not
sure he can even take one.
 
He fires his laser without a moment's notice. The men – villains in its path
dodge it. He takes the chance to run into a nearby building, one on the road
perpendicular to the ones the villains are on. He's not in their field of
vision. But he can't confirm. He doesn't have time to look back and check.
 
The first floor has no doors he can see when he first enters, and only a small
scattering of furniture. Nothing he could could hide himself behind. He runs
straight. There's gotta be a staircase somewhere. He can't trust the elevator
to work and be on the first floor. He passes it.
 
He makes a left when he passes through a door frame. The hall is empty, wide,
and surprisingly cool. He can see a sign at the end pointing at the stairway.
He slows to a jog to try and catch his breath, while still making progress. The
chilly air on his skin makes him aware of how much he's sweating, and how hard
he's panting. Yuuga isn't the most athletic member of Class A by any means, but
he can tell the heat and insulation of his costume are making him wear out much
quicker than normal. This zone was one he was definitely not suited for.
 
But he doesn't stop before passing through the doors. He climbs up the stairs
to the second floor before stopping a moment to catch his breath. Then he
climbs up to the third. He hears the door for one of the floors below him shut.
He can't go any higher unless he wants to risk them catching up to him. He
leaves through the 3rd floor entryway, careful to shut it as quietly as he can.
 
He's at the end of a hallway. It's much warmer than the stairwell. He's not
sure if the villains heard him exit, but if they did he doesn't have much time
to find a hiding place. He runs, looking
 
There's a supply closet. The door is unlocked. He slips in and shuts the door
behind him. It's pitch black and stuffy inside, but he doesn't dare search for
a light switch. It would be too easy to notice. Instead he pulls out his phone,
and quickly uses the backlight to take note of what's inside.
 
The room is small and bare. There isn't anything he can hide behind, not even a
pipe. He looks back at the door. There's no lock or latch. And the space
between the door hinge and the corner next to it isn't big enough for him to
curl up in without being hit when someone opens the door.
 
He'll have to huddle in the corner and hope for the best.
 
He does just that, and turns his phone off (he wasn't getting any signal, but
the last thing he needs is a call when a villain is right outside the door),
then putting it in his shirt pocket. He places his glasses on the floor next to
him, then pulls the shirt portion of his costume over his head after adjusting
his belt. His undershirt is soaked, but he doesn't take it off. He's
comfortable enough. But he does take off his boots, since his feet had it the
worst when it came to this heat problem.
 
So he waits for help to arrive. There's not much else he can do, but he knows
these guys won't be here forever. Someone will come eventually.
 
He twiddles his fingers on top of his knees. Time passes. He begins to wonder
if the villains have given up and begun searching another building. Part of him
want to peek out and check, but he knows not to until he's sure he really is
the only one there.
 
He's not sure when that will be.
 
As if on cue, he can hear a pair of footsteps in the hallway outside the room.
He holds his breath. He doesn't make a sound. He can feel his heart pound. He
curls up to make himself seem as small as possible, as if it'll make a
difference.
 
The footsteps move past him.
 
He sighs with relief. The steps disappear as the villain walks down the
corridor.
 
A few minutes pass. He continues to wait. He considers checking the time on his
phone, but it won't make the seconds go by any faster.
 
He rests his face on his arms, which are resting on his legs. He's tired, but
he knows he can't sleep. He'll just rest his eyes a bit to conserve energy for
later.
 
Eventually the footsteps come back. The villain must have finished checking the
rest of the floor, and was on his way to check the next.
 
Yuuga yawns. He'll be home free after this. Not to run out and try and find the
nearest zone exit, but to relax and mess around on his phone until the signal
comes back. Or until someone comes looking for him. Whatever comes first.
 
But then those footsteps stop in front of the door.
 
He freezes.
 
The door opens. Light filters inside.
 
He can see the villain.
 
But more importantly, the villain can see him.
 
The villain smirks.
 
“Well well well, look what we have here.”
 
Yuuga scrambles to his feet and shoots his laser. He can't run. There's no
other exit besides the one in front of him. He has to fight, or at least
distract him well-enough to run past him. His laser is strong in itself, so he
hopes it'll incapacitate the villain. He dashes forward with it. He only has
one shot.
 
He can only hope it'll work.
 
But the villain sidesteps, then lunges in, grabbing Yuuga by the arm.
 
That arm is twisted behind him before he can react. Then the other as well. He
fires his laser to try and get out of the grip. There's little else he can do
since he's not even facing the villain anymore.
 
It doesn't work. The villain just laughs and overlays Yuuga's wrists, forming
something around them.
 
He tries to pull them apart. They're stuck together with something. He's not
sure what.
 
“Let me GO!” He thrashes using his full body weight. It doesn't work. The
villain is bunch bigger than him, and able to hold him with only one arm.
 
“Gotta say, kid. You almost had me fooled there,” the villain laughs and drags
him out of the closet.“But god damn, a closet? You'd have better luck jumping
out a window.”
 
Yuuga knows that now. And he's cursing himself for it.
 
The villain calls down the hall the way he first came from.
 
“Oi guys! Found 'im!”
 
He's hauled into the room next to the closet. It's not furnished. There's just
a window. It's not stuffy like the closet was, but it's still hot.
 
He tries in vain to struggle out of the villain's grip. It's no more successful
than before.
 
“Who are you?! What do you want with us?!” He cranes his neck to look back at
the villain. He's frightened, but there has to a be a reason they're going
after them. And Yuuga knows he's not the only one they want.
 
“Welllllll, we're just some guys that got sent here to kill you guys.” A
menacing smile stretches across the villain's face. “But we're gonna have
ourselves some fun first.”
 
Yuuga's eyes widen.
 
He doesn't like the sound of either of those. But the villain's cheeriness is
what scares him the most.
 
“Can't say I didn't wanna girl, but beggars can't be choosers.”
 
“Why would you need a-”
 
It hits him.
 
Oh.
 
Oh no.
 
The color drains from his face. The villain chuckles.
 
“Now you get it.”
 
He tries to run again, but the villain's grip on his wrists hasn't gotten any
loose. He tries to jerk them out of it, but that doesn't work wither. He
struggles to try and get away, but the villain seems to find it more amusing
than anything.
 
“Somebody help me!” He doesn't know who would be able to hear him besides that
villain, but he doesn't care. He'd take anyone's help. He just wants to get
out.
 
The only one who hears him is the villain.
 
One hand stays around his restraints. The other goes onto his shoulder. He's
forced down onto his knees.
 
“Now stay there.”
 
The villain grabs his hair. The free hand is used to undo the villain's belt
buckle.
 
Soon he's face-to-face with the villain's penis.
 
“Bite and I'll snap your fucking neck,” The villain growls. “Now open up that
pretty little mouth of yours.”
 
He tries to pull away, but his own strength is no more able to free himself
than it was before. The villain's grip on his hair is tight-enough to be
painful. He can't even stand with the position he's in (and still being held
down). He clenches his jaw. He doesn't want that thing anywhere near him, much
less inside him.
 
“I said open up.”
 
The villain punches him in the gut, just above his belt. He retches. The dick
is shoved into his mouth without hesitation.
 
It has a disgusting, salty flavor. He's ready to puke.
 
He tries to scream, but his voice is muffled.
 
The villain lazily thrusts. Yuuga keeps trying to pull back. It takes
everything in him not to bite down on the villain's dick.
 
All he can hear outside is the flames in the zone. The heat in his mouth is
hotter than the air around him.
 
He hears footsteps come through the door. It has to be the other villains. Part
of him is glad that it's not his classmates coming in and seeing him like this.
 
“What, started without us?” One of villains says with mock indignation. “Oh
Tejou I'm hurt.”
 
“Ah shaddap. I caught him, so I get first dibs.” 'Tejou' gives a particularly
hard thrust, as if to prove a point.
 
“Y'know, when they first told us about this, I thought we'd be getting a few
more of them.” Yuuga can feel eyes examine him as that villain says that.
 
He wants to ask who “they” are, but his mouth isn't exactly free to do that at
the moment.
 
“Think he's got a few friends hiding around?” another villain asks. The way
they're talking so casually about it makes something crawl inside him.
 
“You see this kid? He's a fucking scaredy cat. No way he'd be by himself if he
could help it.” Yuuga's struggling to pull back only accentuates Tejou's words.
So do the tears welling in his eyes. “'Sides, we really only need one. The
others would just be icing on the cake.”
 
“Well yeah, we're not gonna just use his mouth, are we?”
 
'Tejou' laughs heartily. “Of course not. Oi Junkatsu, you got that lube quirk,
right? You go first.”
 
“It's oil, jackass.” The villain he assumes is Junkatsu huffs. “But fuck yeah,
you don't have to tell me twice.”
 
The hand on Yuuga's shoulder leaves it. He takes the chance to try and jerk out
of the grip out of the other one. Maybe he would've been able to if his hands
were free, but they weren't and his body weight alone wasn't enough to wrestle
him out of it.
 
He hears a belt unbuckle behind him and zipper unzip. A pair of hands grab his
hips and lift them up. His pants are pulled down past his butt in a matter of
seconds.
 
He thrashes, but it doesn't do any good. He kicks at the 'Junkatsu's shins. All
it does is hurt his own feet, which aren't even touching the ground anymore.
The villains laugh at his attempts. None of them move in to put a stop to it.
 
He fires his laser. He can't adjust his angle much, but maybe he could break
himself free of the man's grasp and escape. The window is right there. and he's
only 3 stories high. All he has to do is propel himself out of their grip and
he'd be free.
 
It doesn't do anything but bore a hole in the floor. The villains laugh.
They're able to keep him in place without having to put any extra effort into
their grips.
 
A warm, wet substance falls onto his crack. He clenches. The slickness lets a
finger pry through and enter his hole. He jerks to the left. There are still
two hand holding him firm. The villain must have extra arms. The wet substance
fills him inside and the finger pulls out.
 
He shivers. He tries firing his laser again. It doesn't do anything. He feels
weak. His arms are still restrained. He can't even pull out of the grip on his
hair. Fear and dread swirl inside him. He doesn't want to think about what's
going to happen next.
 
Something much bigger than a finger slams into him from behind.
 
The pain of stretching runs deep inside him. His screams are muffled by the
dick still in his mouth. He can feel tears running down his face. This just
started and he's already in agony.
 
It finally occurs to him that he really is alone, and that no one is coming to
save him.
 
Another villain, one he can't see, laughs.
 
“Oh now look what you did. He's crying.”
 
The oil thug snorts and slaps Yuuga's ass with an oily hand. The blond squeaks
at that. That squeak turns into a mangled groan as the thug begins to thrust.
 
“Fuck you. At least I get him while he's still tight.”
 
The thrusts of the villains aren't in sync. Yet they're holding onto him as if
they expect him to move solely with them. There's a pain in his neck to match
the one in his butt. They either don't notice, or don't care.
 
He continues to struggle. His legs kick and flail empty air. His torso contorts
as he tries to pull his restraints apart. He can feel the villain's dick slide
in and out of him with the little resistance he can muster. The only emotion he
can feel is despair.
 
And what's worse is that he can feel heat beginning to gather in his groin.
 
He's not painfully erect, but the slight bit of pleasure is unsettling. He
doesn't want this. He knows he doesn't want this. But his dick is reacting on
its own, and he can't think it down.
 
A particularly hard thrust sends a shiver up his spine.
 
The villain behind him grunts. The thrusts get faster. They get harder. It
feels like the dick inside him is getting bigger. Hands are gripping his hips
hard-enough that he's sure they're leaving bruises.
 
'Junkatsu's dick pulses and twitches. A jet of semen leaves it on the final
thrust. It leaves a full feeling inside him.
 
The movement behind him stops. The movement up front doesn't.
 
He feels like he's going to be sick.
 
The villain pulls out and lets go. Yuuga's feet finally touch the ground.
 
His legs buckle underneath him. He's back in his previous sitting position. The
difference is that he can feel something leaking out of him now.
 
There's a filthy, musky scent in the air. It's disgusting. His nose wrinkles.
 
But he's not given any time to rest. Another villain takes the first one's
place not even a minute later. An unfamiliar pair of hands grabs his hips and
lifts them back up.
 
Another dick replaces the one that just left. It's bigger, but it slides in
smoothly.
 
He thrashes, but it feels like the villain is only going deeper. The new pain
makes him let out another muffled scream. All his kicks hit is empty air.
 
“What, you thought this was going to be it? Kid, there's a hell of a lot more
where that came from.”
 
He knows, and he knows he's powerless to stop it.
 
The villain wraps a hand around Yuuga's dick. He tries to jerk away with little
success.
 
“But don't worry. I'll make you feel really good.”
 
The villain begins to thrust, but slower than the last one. One of the hands
moves from his hip to his dick, and wraps around it. It pumps, and Yuuga can
feel his erection tightening. The precum that leaves him is used like a
lubricant. It runs slick over him. He can't understand why it feels so good. Or
why he can't stop himself from letting out a guttural moan when a thumb rubs
over the head of his shaft.
 
The angle of the thrusts changes. Then it changes again. It's almost like the
villain is trying to find something.
 
Then the villain's dick hits a sensitive spot inside him.
 
Yuuga's back arches.
 
“There we go.” He can hear the sneer in the villain's voice.
 
The angle doesn't change anymore. Instead, villain continues to roll his hips
directly into that spot.
 
The pressure builds inside him.
 
His hips begin to buck on their own. The pleasure is confusing. Dread is
gnawing inside him, but there's something in the back of his mind telling him
to keep it up. It's like when he's masturbating and near the end. The part
where everything feels so good and he can't think of anything else. Where his
head is foggy and he's anticipating the rush of relief that comes after.
 
But he isn't alone in the comfort of his own home, or even with someone special
that he loves and trusts. No, he's with a bunch of strangers who forced
themselves on him. Who are doing whatever they want to him – things he's only
supposed to do when he has someone he cherishes and wants to share these first-
time experiences with. He shouldn't feel this way. He doesn't know why he feels
this way.
 
It would be better if this was all pain. At least then he would understand it.
 
His hips buck as far forward as they can. He can feel the shoot out of his
shaft. He lets out a mangled cry with it.
 
The pressure is gone. His head feels strangely clear.
 
“See? Now that wasn't so bad.” The words are sickening even as a gentle
whisper. So is the hand caressing his thigh.
 
But the villain continues to thrust into that spot. And continues to pump
Yuuga's dick while giving extra attention to the tip. It hurts. The villain in
his mouth hasn't stopped either. He's being attacked from both ends and can't
do a single thing about either. Sweat from a mixture of heat and sex rolls down
his skin and drips off his undershirt. His breathing is labored and the rest of
his body is numb, with stimulation continuing to pulse through him. Warning
bells in his head are ringing to stop this.
 
But he's too spent to do anything more than writhe.
 
The villain cums inside him with a few final thrusts, and holds still for a
moment before pulling out.
 
Yuuga's not dropped like before. Instead passed to the next villain without his
feet even touching the ground. That villain pushes inside him to the hilt so
easily he wonders if his body has already gotten used to this.
 
It's another multi-armed villain. Or maybe it's the same one that first came
inside him. He doesn't know. He can't check behind him.
 
A pair of hands hold his hips in place, while another reaches around, gropes
the softer parts of his body, and ghosts along his skin. It tickles, but in a
way that makes something gnaw at him with every touch. There's no thrusting
from behind, which is the only upside of this situation.
 
He shivers regardless.
 
Another villain taps his foot and mutters impatiently.
 
“Hey Tejou, how long're you gonna keep fuckin' his mouth. The rest of us want a
turn up front too.”
 
“Fine fine. Keep it in your pants. Or not.” The rest have a laugh at that.
 
'Tejou' goes for a few more thrusts. Yuuga only realizes then that it had
gotten bigger. The villains behind him had been so rough that he had almost
forgotten what was in front of him.
 
A load of sperm is shot in Yuuga's mouth, and the villain pulls out.
 
It's thick, salty, and he feels sick to his stomach.
 
He coughs and hacks, spitting most of it onto the floor below. The rest of it
dribbles down his chin. It's a wonder he doesn't puke right then and there.
 
“Please... Stop...” His voice is hoarse.
 
He looks up. 'Tejou' smirks.
 
“Now why would I wanna do that?”
 
“Please... I'll do anything...” The words crack as they leave his lips.
Anything to make it stop. Anything.
 
“You already are, you dumb brat.”
 
“...?” He doesn't understand.
 
“Yeah.” 'Tejou' yanks Yuuga's head up by the hair, and taps a nail to his neck.
“This is in exchange for us not killing you right this second.”
 
He can't think of any way to respond to that. It's not a fair trade by any
means. He has no choice in the matter. They're not giving him one.
 
But it's also the only thing keeping him alive.
 
He lowers his eyes. 'Tejou' lets go and steps back. The villain behind him
holds his torso up as another steps forward. That villain's dick is out. It's
already erect.
 
The villain grabs his hair in the same place the previous one did. He lets the
length into his mouth with no resistance. Maybe if he complies it won't hurt as
much.
 
The villain begins to thrust. The villain behind him begins to thrust.
Everything blurs together. His mind goes blank.
 
Pain is replaced by a dull soreness with underlying unwanted pleasure. Villains
cycle in and out, taking him as they please. He releases control of his muscles
as much as he can. He knows there's nothing he can do. It hurts less when he
doesn't tense up. His attackers take his lack of struggle as a sign that he's
enjoying himself. He doesn't try to protest it. He knows it will only encourage
them to fuck him harder.
 
That one villain from before makes it a game to squeeze and rub his tip, making
him shudder and squirm even in this mental haze. The touching continues until
his hips buck again, and then stops before he can finish. He's left with a
painfully tight erection and no way to do anything about it. The instinctual
shallow thrusts he makes have no effect on him, and only make him frustrated.
 
He tries to beg that villain to let him finish, but can't talk with his mouth
stuffed. The villain seems to understand what he wants with the pleading whines
he makes instead, but only chuckles and continues to watch with a gaze he could
only describe as predatory. Neither of the villains inside him make any effort
to let him either, even though they're right there and could easily do it
themselves.
 
It keeps him wired and on edge. Like there's something he needs, but can't get.
And there's nothing he can do about that unless it's given to him. Which they
won't. All he can do is wait for his dick to going back to being half-hard from
getting no attention. And then he can check out, only vaguely aware of what's
happening to him.
 
Then it starts all over again when they notice he's not being responsive.
 
The constant stimulation keeps him from passing out, but he feels like he's one
step away from it. He doesn't understand why they won't let him just do that.
 
They must just like the feeling of a weak writhing body under their control.
Its owner not able to control a single thing happening to it.
 
If that's the case, they're succeeding. He's feels completely powerless and he
hates it.
 
A hand smacks his ass. He jolts.
 
The dick in it hits that sensitive spot inside him.
 
It's the same feeling he had with that other villain.
 
His dick twitches.
 
That's it. That's what he needs.
 
He jerks his hips, trying to recapture that sensation.
 
After a few tries, it hits again.
 
He gets a rhythm going. One where that spot is hit with as many thrusts as
possible. The pressure builds. He's almost there. He can feel it.
 
He cums, and he managed to do it without anyone touching his dick. The villain
behind comes as well. There's a strange sense of satisfaction that comes with
it. And with the fact that he did it together with someone else. It feels...
nice.
 
But then the in moment of clarity after, he realizes what he just did of his
own volition.
 
He's horrified.
 
The villains had watched the whole spectacle. His head buzzes with anguish, but
he can tell they're jeering at him. He only catches a few words. Something
about him giving a good show. Remarks that of COURSE he'd like it. More about
how they wanna go another round and get that same reaction out of him.
 
The words roll over him. He feels nothing.
 
The tears stop. He doesn't scream anymore.
 
His body goes limp.
 
The villains continue without missing a beat. He's only minutely aware of
what's going on around him. He barely registers that he's still being fucked.
Even the teasing on his shaft seems distant. He knows he body is moving on its
own, but he doesn't pay attention to what he's doing.
 
He doesn't care anymore.
 
The only times he's brought back into reality are whenever someone cums in his
mouth. Nearly choking on semen will do that. There's a small puddle under him
from everything he's spat out. His lunch is mixed in with it. Disgusting.
 
He cums again at some point, maybe more than once – he can't tell when. He just
realizes the pressure's building again one moment and that it's gone sometime
later.
 
He has no agency. He has no control. He just wants this to be over. He'd do
anything to let it be over.
 
He can't turn his head to count how many villains there are – maybe ten, but
he's sure some of them have gone at least twice. But they show no signs of
slowing down. If anything,
 
He doesn't know how long they plan on continuing. 'Tejou' said they were here
to kill him and the rest of his class. Part of him wishes they would just get
it over with already.
 
More time passes, then the roaring of the fire stops.
 
“Ah shit, the heroes are here.”
 
That vaguely catches Yuuga's attention. He can see the villain looking out the
window in his peripheral vision, an annoyed look on his face.
 
A villain outside his field of vision groans. “Seriously? Goddammit. And here I
thought I was gonna get to go another round.”
 
“C'mon boys, let's book it,” another – he thinks its Tejou – says.
 
The rest of the villains groan and complain, but the ones that aren't occupied
zip up their pants.
 
Another villain speaks. “Shouldn't we deal with the kid first?”
 
“Nah, we're getting arrested either way.” Tejou shrugs. “Might as well keep the
sentence low.”
 
“What, and fucking him's not gonna count?”
 
“I don't think our new little friend's gonna squeal.” The villain sneers.
“After all, the second anyone find out it'll be all over the news. And he can
say goodbye to ever being a hero.”
 
It's true, and that's the worst part.
 
He can't tell anyone.
 
These thugs are already going to jail, so it wouldn't make any difference to
them. Any and all focus will be on him. The damage was done. There's nothing
that he could do to change that.
 
He knows how people treat victims like him. And that they'll never look at him
the same. He doesn't think they'll bully him for it – at least, he hopes they
won't. But he wouldn't be treated like one of them. He'd be a pitied other. And
he'd have no future as a hero or anything else.
 
The only way around it is to not let anyone know. If no one knows, nothing
would happen to him. The villains would still be arrested, and Yuuga could
continue going to Yuuei. If he can push back his feelings, no one will notice
any difference.
 
As much as it hurts, the only thing he can do is to pretend it never even
happened.
 
The restraints holding his wrists together melt away. His arms fall and hang
under him. He doesn't bother to move them. It's too late for to do anything
meaningful.
 
The villain in his mouth pulls out and zips up his pants, and grumbles
something about not being able to finish. The villain behind him doesn't.
 
The first villain notices.
 
“Oi. Come on.”
 
“Go on ahead, I'll catch up with you guys in a sec.” The villain squeezes
Yuuga's hips as if to prove a point. Yuuga can feel the villain twitching in
side him.
 
“Suit yourself. But it's your own fault if you get caught with your pants
down.”
 
The unoccupied villains exit, leaving only Yuuga and the last thug still inside
him. The villain lowers him to his knees. It's weird having so much contact
with the ground again. He rests his face on his arms. His jaw aches. He's happy
that he's at least free in that regard.
 
He considers screaming for help now that his mouth doesn't have anything in it,
and considers clawing at the floor to try and get away now that his hands
aren't tied. There's only one villain now. There's a chance he can actually
make it.
 
But he doesn't try.
 
There's no point.
 
His body is limp.
 
He's sore all over.
 
He's tired.
 
He doesn't want to do anything.
 
He already knows he can't do anything.
 
He doesn't sob.
 
He doesn't react at all.
 
The villain finishes with a groan. A final round of semen is shot inside him.
It mixes in with all the rest. He's more disgusted that he doesn't feel
anything.
 
The villain pulls out and lets go. Yuuga collapses with nothing left to hold
him up.
 
Neither of them say anything. The villain gets up and zips his pants, then
walks out the door.
 
Time passes. There's nothing but the wheeze of gas pipes not in use anymore.
 
He slowly tries to wipe off the spunk he can with his hand. His ass and thighs
are slick with various fluids. He tries not to think about what makes up most
of it as he wipes his hand on the floor. His lower half stings to the touch. He
wonders if the maintenance crews ever clean the floors here. Hopefully they
won't care that this stuff is here.
 
It then occurs to him that he should probably cover himself. He reaches down
and pulls up his pants. They're baggy and dark enough that no one's going to
notice what happened. Or that he's still half hard.
 
The blond crawls to the nearby window. He uses it to pull himself up. The
resulting rush of blood makes him feel light-headed. Another trail of liquid
trails down the back of his leg. He shudders. All he wants is to pass out right
there.
 
But he can't. He has to get to the others. He doubts the villains are going to
come back, but he just wants to get out. He feels disgusting.
 
He needs a shower, but he's not sure that it'll get rid of what he's feeling.
 
He takes a step. Pain shoots through his lower half. He stumbles, but catches
himself on the wall.
 
He looks out the window. He's only 3 stories high, but it's a long way down.
 
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Everyone is fine when he finally makes it back to the central plaza.
 
A few of them look scared, but none of them are any worse for wear (besides
Midoriya, who broke a bunch of bones once again). Some are recounting their own
fights with villains with looks of excitement on their faces. They all won. It
was something worthy of celebration.
 
Yuuga tries to look the same.
 
He collected his clothes from the closet before he left, and he put them on
when he entered the stairway. The villains were long gone when he finally left
the building. He didn't see anyone until he finally reached the zone's exit.
The hero there boredly asks if he encountered any villains. Yuuga tells him no.
The hero lets him through, assuming his sorry state is because of the heat more
than anything.
 
None of his classmates ask how he's doing. They're all too busy talking among
themselves.
 
Mashirao was the only other one in the conflagration zone. He must have been on
the opposite end. He used hit-and-run tactics to keep the villains after him at
bay. He mentioned that there were only a few, which made it not too hard to
take them all out.
 
Yuuga chooses not to fill him in on why that was.
 
Everyone else has similar stories. Izuku, Tsuyu, and Minoru worked together to
stick a group of villains together. Shouto took down a group all at once on his
own with his ice. Even Momo's group managed to hold out long-enough for the
heroes to reach them. And it was only when they fought the head of the whole
attack that Izuku got as injured as he did.
 
Each recounted event drives into Yuuga like a red-hot knife.
 
It's then that he realizes just how big the gap between him and everyone else
in his class is. The villains were nothing but common street thugs hired at
random. The others defeated their enemies and came out okay, even when they
were outnumbered.
 
Yuuga couldn't even beat one, and was raped more times than he could count
because of it. Disgust churns with envy inside him. He tries not to let it show
on his face. Everyone else is having a good time. He's not going to spoil it
for them.
 
He can't, after all. Because the second anyone else knows, he's out of the hero
program and out of Yuuei. They don't need someone as weak as him. And they
don't need a stain on their reputation like him. And any friends he might have
made wouldn't even look at him. He wouldn't be worth anyone's time.
 
Yuuga wants nothing more than to curl up somewhere where no one else could see
him. Somewhere where he could just pretend he was sick and not be bothered, and
let all his emotions out without anyone having to know. Or go back to that
building, climb back to the top, and throw himself off. At least then he
wouldn't feel like this anymore.
 
But he can't do that. The most he can do is stay with everyone else and pretend
nothing's wrong.
End Notes
     why laserboy you ask? idk i just wanted sum1 who could use his quirk
     without being able to get away lol
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