Chapter Text
The rain slammed in a cold, dark alley, thunder echoing across the Tokyo skyline. Lightning tore through the sky, lighting the damp and miserable alleyway where a strung-out green haired individual lay curled inside a carboard box. Izuku was huddled in a cardboard box, coming down from his most recent high, his body twitching, begging to get high again. Izuku could still taste the remaining semen that was coating his mouth from the blowjob he gave earlier for a quick buck. The wind started picking up, blowing his wet curls across his forehead, and he shuttered.
“God damn rain,” he muttered.
He pulled the hood of his coat over his head, pulled his arms inside the jacket, and prayed for the sweet release of death, something he had been chasing for the past five years with every high, and sadly, death didn’t want to greet him. His breathing started to slow, and he could feel his eyes getting heavy, wanting sleep to overtake him.
He doesn’t know when he fell asleep or how long he had been out, but he is being awakened by someone shaking him. His eyes flutter open, and he is met with the most gorgeous and deep crimson eyes that he has ever seen.
“Oi, fucker, are you okay?” The stranger asks him.
Izuku’s eyes wander over the stranger's face. His hair is spiky, an ash-blonde color. He has a scar on his right cheek, and his left ear has several piercings. His crimson eyes are boring into him, looking for an answer.
“M’fine,” Izuku mumbles out.
“Tch” the stranger scoffs. He looks at Izuku, and he knows that he is lying.
“You look anything but fine asshole,” he accuses.
Izuku brushes him off, waving his hands in dismissal.
“Unless you’re going to let me suck your dick for a quick buck, leave me alone,” Izuku sneers.
The stranger’s eyes widen, looking taken aback from the back handed comment.
“The fuck did you just say to me?” The stranger looked absolutely pissed. Izuku scowled, shoving the stranger away from him.
“Just leave me alone so I can come down from my high in peace.” Izuku grumbles turning away from the man.
The blond man stands up and looks around the empty alley. The rain continuing to pour, drenching the man and wetting his wild hair. He sighs and rubs his hand down his face.
He holds out his hand in an attempt for Izuku to grab it.
“Look, I just want to help you and make sure you’re safe.” He whispers.
Izuku looks up at the tall man standing before him, concern in his eyes, no sign of lies in his gaze. Izuku shudders under the intense scrutiny from his gaze. He reaches out his hand and takes the hand of the mysterious man in front of him.
The blond pulls him up from the sitting position he was in and leads him down the dark alley. The sound of a dumpster slamming closed and a cats’ high pitched “Mrow” echoes down the dangerous alley. Izuku wasn’t stupid, he knew this area had a high crime rate and honestly didn’t care. He was hoping someone would come someday and just put him out of his misery.
When they exit the alley, Izuku is met with a strong gush of wind, that makes him scrunch up his face and have a full body shutter. The mysterious blond man opened the rear car door and ushered Izuku inside. After making sure Izuku was in and buckled, he slammed the door shut and walked over to the other side. After getting in, he tapped the window in front of him and the car slowly accelerated down the deserted street.
After a long silence, Izuku turned to look at the man, only to be met with a strong gaze that was likely peeking into his very soul.
Izuku cleared his throat before speaking.
“You don’t have to do this you know, could’ve just left me in that god forsaken alley, I’m better off dead.” The last bit was said at a whisper and Izuku prayed the man didn’t hear it. Izuku hung his head low, trying to avert the blond man's gaze.
“Tch” Izuku could tell the blond man was clearly irritated by that answer, but he could care less. Izuku turned to look out the window, the buildings passing by in a wet blur. The familiar skyline started to disappear as they turned down a very nice neighborhood, one that Izuku was sure looked familiar.
“No one deserves to die alone in alley, no matter what bad things they have done and what they put into their body.” The blonde finally spoke up.
Izuku turned to face him, taken aback by the blonde's response, a small whimper escaping his lips.
The car turns into a long driveway. Solar powered lights line the edges of the driveway. Izuku can barely make out the very well-manicured lawn, with several well-trimmed hedges that line the property. The house (if you can call it that, more like an outright mansion) stood before them. It looked like it was literally pulled from one of those old US History books about plantations. A huge deck wrapped around the front of the house with huge columns connecting to the upper floors. The car followed the driveway to the back of the house and pulled into the four-stall car garage.
The blond man got out of the car and walked around to Izuku’s side of the vehicle. He opened the door and held out his hand for Izuku to take it. Izuku stared up at the man, and with the light of the garage he finally got a good look at his features. He saw them before in the pouring rain, but now he could truly appreciate the beauty of this man. He could see how red his eyes were, the defined jawline line, the spikes to his blonde hair. The piercings in his ear he noticed before but peeking out of the top of the man's jacket, he could see the whisp of a tattoo. He was so gorgeous, and he seemed so familiar, but Izuku tried racking his brain and came up with nothing. Izuku felt his heart flutter and could feel the butterflies in his stomach. He reached out his hand and took the blonds into his own hand.
The blond led him through the garage to a door that was being opened by what Izuku assumed was a butler. They stepped through the threshold and walked into one of the biggest kitchens Izuku has ever seen. It had counters that wrapped around half of the room, with cabinets hanging from the ceiling. The cabinets and counters were a deep shade of cherry wood. The counters had black granite countertops with strips of gold and silver running through them, and there was a subway backsplash that spanned almost the entire kitchen. In the center of the kitchen was a massive island that had pots and pans hanging from the ceiling that made Izuku think he was in a gourmet kitchen of a high-end restaurant than someone's actual home.
After leading him through the kitchen they came to this huge foyer with a central staircase. The blond led Izuku up the staircase and down a long hallway until they got to this massive guest bathroom. He led Izuku into the bathroom and finally, let go of his hand.
“There’s towels under the sink; I’ll find some fresh clothes for you to wear for when you get out.” The blond grumbled.
Izuku nodded his head and started taking off his coat and peeled off his shirt that was covered with holes and grime and several semen stains from all the men he sold himself to chasing his next high. Scars littered his thin body, right along where his ribs were showing. Clear that he didn’t eat properly, more concerned with getting high than actually eating. His nipples were pierced, though he had a hard time keeping them clean since he wasn’t showering regularly. He had a lightning tattoo that started on the upper part of his left-side torso and snaked down and rested above his stomach, ending just above the green tufts of his happy trail.
When Izuku took off his shirt, he could hear the blond man's breath hitch, and Izuku jumped not realizing the blond was still in the room. Izuku quickly put his arms over his chest, hiding his ugly and scar ridden body away from the man.
“Jesus Christ, I didn’t know you were still in here, can I get some privacy please?” Izuku shrieked.
The blond turned beet red and briskly walked out of the room, embarrassment written all over his face.
Izuku let out the breath he was holding and sighed. After peeking his head out the door and making sure the blond wasn’t nearby, he shut the door (later he’ll blame his drug fueled mind for not locking it) and walked over to the mirror. He pulled a tiny bag out of his pocket, along with a spoon and a lighter. He put what was left of the bag onto the spoon and flicked on the lighter and heated up the spoon. His body started twitching, anticipating the high that he would soon be able to feel.
When the drug entered Izuku’s system, he felt euphoric; it felt like his soul was leaving his body. He drifted off to a place where he felt like he finally belonged, a place where he could be free. Now Izuku usually knows how to pace himself well enough so he doesn’t overdose, but the jitters he was feeling form being in a strange place, as well his heart racing a million miles a minute, every time he looked at the mysterious stranger, Izuku went overboard. The last thing he remembers is staring at himself in the mirror before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell back onto the cold bathroom floor.
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Izuku came too when water was being splashed onto his face. His eyes shot open, and he tried to jerk his body up when a calloused palm pushed him back down into what he now realized was a very full tub of water.
He sputtered, spitting out the water that had somehow found its way into his mouth, and glared at the blond man staring at him.
“What the hell!” Izuku spit.
The blond man glared at him. A scowl on his face.
“I should’ve checked your fucking pockets before I left you alone,” he growled.
Izuku gulped. He was so concerned about getting his next high; he forgot that the blond would be coming back into the room with fresh clothes for him. Izuku sunk in on himself and turned away from the intense gaze.
“Should’ve just let me die,” Izuku whispered out.
Izuku felt the air being knocked out of the blond’s lungs as he registered what Izuku said.
“Don’t give me any of that self-deprecating crap,” the blond lectured.
Izuku scrunched up his face.
“It’s the fucking truth; everyone would be better off if I was dead anyway.”
The blond man sighed. He grabbed a washcloth and got it wet. He poured some pine and lavender scented body wash on it and started scrubbing the grime from Izuku’s body. The act was so intimate, but Izuku was still coming off his high and near fatal overdose and couldn’t form the words needed to tell the blond to fuck off.
The blond washed off the soap and grime and grabbed a bottle of high-end shampoo and started massaging it into Izuku’s scalp.
Izuku let out a small moan and a blush started forming on his face and his ears. He definitely didn’t mean to do that.
As the blond started rinsing his hair, Izuku figured it was a good time as any to tell his savior what his name was.
“Izuku Midoriya.”
The blond turned his attention to him and raised an eyebrow.
“My name is Izuku Midoriya. Figured, I might as well tell you since you’re bathing me and all that shit,” Izuku mumbled out.
“Katsuki Bakugo”
Katsuki Bakugo. Why did that name sound familiar. Izuku swears he heard it before. He racks his brain trying to figure out where he has heard it before, and the realization hits him like a ton of bricks.
“Kacchan?”
Katsuki stills, his whole body freezes. Izuku can see the gears turning in his head, piecing the missing pieces of the puzzle together.
“Deku” he breathes. His eyes softened as realization hit him. Katsuki’s fingers trace the scars on Izuku’s body, across his ribs and his hand rests on Izuku’s arm.
“It’s been so long ‘Zu,” he whispers.
Izuku’s face falls, because of course the one to rescue him was his childhood friend, that he hadn’t seen since he was six years old.
“I never wanted you to see me like this Kacchan.” Izuku dips his head down in shame.
Katsuki reaches his hand out for Izuku’s jaw and lifts his chin up.
“What happened ‘Zu?”
Izuku takes a breath. Can he really tell him what happened?
“Mom threw me out when I was sixteen when I brought my boyfriend over and came out to her. She was disgusted, said no son of mine can be gay and told me to get out.” Tears start to fall down his face at this point.
Katsuki looks at him, hurt in his eyes and his breath hitches at Izuku’s confession. Izuku continued.
“I lived with my then boyfriend at the time for a while, but he turned abusive and got me addicted to drugs. He was constantly cheating on me and calling me horrible things and I came home one day and found him balls deep in some chicks fucking pussy and I left.”
“I bounced around between half-way houses, selling myself for money so I could chase my next high. My mind was always tuning out what was going on around me. Think I might have been raped a few times.”
Katsuki just stares at him, soaking in the words that Izuku tells him. He lets out a long exhale.
“Fucking Christ ‘Zu, what a shit show you’ve gone through.” Tears are started to prickle at the sides of Katsuki’s eyes.
Izuku bows his head in shame. He can feel the water starting to get cold against his skin, his fingers starting to prune. He lifts his head and meets Katsuki’s gaze.
“I don’t need your damn pity Katsuki,” Izuku says with a sneer.
Katsuki flinches and then returns Izuku’s scowl.
“Jesus Christ Izuku, it’s not god damn pity, I just can’t believe your mom did that to you!” Katsuki shouts.
Izuku flinches and curls into himself, wrapping his arms around his knees and legs. The shout echoed in his ear. He can feel his breathing pick up, and he knows he’s on the verge of a panic attack.
Katsuki’s eyes go wide, seeing Izuku on the verge of a panic attack and curses at himself for shouting.
He grabs Izukus shoulders, which causes Izuku to flinch again, and looks into Izuku’s eyes.
“Izuku, ‘Zu, look at me,” Katsuki pleads.
Izuku looks up at him, his breathing shallow and fast. He stares into Katsuki’s eyes.
“Follow my breaths, breathe with me. Deep breaths, in and out,” Katsuki calmly says.
Izuku matches Katsuki’s breathing, taking big deep breaths and letting out long exhales. He can feel his heart rate starting to return to a normal rate, and his breathing has returned to normal.
“I’m so, so sorry for shouting at you ‘Zu,” Katsuki apologizes.
Izuku nodded his head. He unwraps his arms from around his knees and grips the edges of the tub and forces himself to stand.
Katsuki immediately grabs a towel and holds it out for Izuku, quickly turning away before Izuku can catch him staring.
“I’ll just uh, wait outside so you can get dressed,” Katsuki mumbles. He turns around and shuts the door and leaves Izuku standing there, dripping wet with a towel in his hands.
Izuku lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and started to dry himself off. He grabs the clothes that are neatly folded on the bathroom sink and puts them on, it's a baggy pair of grey sweatpants and a loose-fitting band t-shirt, a band that Izuku doesn’t recognize, and checks himself in the mirror.
Izuku can’t remember the last time he had a proper bath, probably been a couple of weeks. He can finally see the green in his hair again and can visibly see the bags under his eyes. He hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks, probably months, ever since he has taken to living on the streets. He can see the scar on his right cheek, covering up the freckles that used to be there. A painful reminder of the knife that was sliced across his face from his abusive ex-boyfriend. His dimples that he used to be so fond of are long gone, taking away from the boy that used to be so innocent and used to see the best in people, a tearful reminder of his life that past four years.
He sighs at his reflection in the mirror and walks to the door and prays to whatever god that will listen to help him get through the storm that is Katsuki Bakugo.