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The darkness consumed everything in the room I sat in. Fear itched its way into my spine as I started at the faint sliver of light from under the door. The voices, the hushed whispers making their way through the door. All of them talking about how to get another rise out of me. How to hurt me, and how to utterly destroy me. The whispers came to a sudden halt as someone stormed towards the door. I shrank back into the corner, trying to delay the inevitable. The blinding light filled the room as the figure made its way to me. I recognized him as Shigaraki. He picked me up by fistfuls of my hair.

"Where is your quirk?!" His raspy voice yelled at me, I could feel his spit spraying onto my dirtied face. My body trembled as I tried to free my hair from his grasp. I am the only one in the world who is able to counteract his quirk. His quirk won't work on me.

"I said- WHERE IS IT? I KNOW ITS THERE!" The raspiness of his voice gone from the screaming, but that didn't stop the spray of spit in my face. He shook me and threw my trembling body to the ground. It wasn't long before he started kicking and screaming profanities at me. I could feel each bruise starting to form and even my ribs cracking from his kicks. I just balled myself up to try and lessen the damage. But it was all futile as Dabi walked in. Shigaraki gave in and quit, but Dabi stood in for him as soon as he stepped down.

"Wanna show us your new tricks Dollface?" His voice grumbled. I looked up in complete horror as his hand lit up in those blue flames.

"Or am I gonna have to force it outta you?" His scarred face grinned as he brought his hand closer to my legs. Everything slowed as his blue-flamed hand curled around my exposed right ankle.

A scream lurched its way out of my throat as I snatched my right ankle to me. Slowly my mind came back to reality as I slowly looked around at the walls of Fatgum's agency. Loud running stomps echoed in the halls as the familiar hero launched himself around the corner.

"What's wrong (Y/n)?!" his panicked breaths huffed out. I visibly shook as I tried to calm myself down.

"I- I just-" I slowly took deep breaths and calmed myself down.

"I had a nightmare." I breathed out. His concerned expression lightened as he sat down beside me.

"I'm sorry about that doll, Would you like to talk about it?" I flinched at the nickname and shivered in a mix of disgust and fear.

"Please- don't call me that." I whispered, Fatgum nodded and apologised. I hugged him as I bawled my eyes out.

"I just- The nightmare was a memory. One of them- Dabi, called me doll and dollface. They were hurting me." I told him. He nodded understandingly and held me close. My face buried into his belly, I could smell a sweet scent like a bakery.

"Its okay, we won't let them hurt you again. Not as long as I am here!" He announced courageously. We both shared a laugh at his announcement. I held my right ankle and pulled up my pant leg. I showed Fatgum and traced the scarred skin.

"They did this to me. Dabi did it to me when I wouldn't- well couldn't activate the quirks they had tried to pump into me." I explained. Fatgum's happy expression went dark as he stared at my leg.

"I promise I will make sure they won't lay a finger on you." His usual happy-go-lucky mood was darkened as he made a promise to me. His arms circled around me as he held me tight.

"I don't want you to ever go through this again. If you need someone to talk to I am always here." He murmured into my head.

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When I woke up again I was laying on top of him. But he still was cradling me in his arms. As soon as I tried to sit up he stirred and sat up too.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dose off on ya." I shook my head and chuckled.

"I probably fell asleep before you did." I joked. We both stood up and stretched. A loud chiming sound filled the room as Fatgum started patting his pockets for his phone. Then he felt around the couch cushions and pulled out the obnoxious phone.

"Oh shoot! I forgot that was tonight!" He furrowed his brow.

"What's tonight?" I asked, he turned to me and sighed.

"The pro heroes have a banquet hall party sorta thing every year. I forgot that they were holding it tonight." He answered, he scratched his neck and thought quietly for a moment.

"I- I can't just leave you here, but I already reserved for myself. I don't know if I should go." He thought aloud. I stood awkwardly and crossed my arms.

"Ah- What if I just take you with me?" He questioned, he looked to me for my answer with pleading eyes.

"I only have two options here (Y/n). I either take you with or don't go at all. Its up to you." He told me, he looked really hopeful and his eyes were silently pleading for me to say yes.

"I- I don't have anything to wear for a fancy banquet. It would be your first official year going right?" I asked, my voice quaked slightly as my anxiety rose.

"Yes, it would be my first year going as an official pro hero. But if you don't want to go that's okay, I don't mind staying back this year." His happy tone had an undertone of sadness. I chewed at the insides of my cheeks as I tried to calm myself down.

"Its a party of pro heroes right? So if anything were to happen I will be safe right?" I asked him. He looked elated and nodded his head.

"You're not wrong. What about Aizawa? You don't think he'd be pissed at me for taking you to a party?" He questioned himself and I. We both stared at each other and smiled.

"He wouldn't care if its to something where there's tons of pro heroes. He himself might be there tonight too." he answered his own question.

"Now, we just gotta get you something to wear. I know just who to call!" He grinned widely and picked up his phone. After a few minutes of the dial tone I heard a woman pick up. He had the phone on speaker and was grinning.

"Nemuri! Could you do me a favor?" The woman on the other side hummed a response and fatgum sighed.

"And what might this favor be~?" her voice purred through the phone making both Fatgum and I mildly uncomfortable.

"I have a friend who is going to the party tonight and she doesn't have anything to wear. I figured you might be up for some shopping with her." He replied, I could hear her shocked gasp on the other side as she giggled.

"Ohhhhhh~ Fatgum has a lovely little lady now does he? No problem! Just let me pick her up from the agency and I'll make sure to find something wonderful for the girlie!" Her voice teased over the phone before the abruptly ended the call. Fatgum groaned in mild fear.

"Maybe I should've taken you to the mall myself? Careful with Nemuri, she is the R-rated hero. She might try to put you in something inappropriate." he warned me. I nodded and slightly smiled.

"You don't have to worry. I am an adult anyway, don't forget. I won't let her put me in anything too much." I laughed nervously.

"You seem to underestimate Nemuri's willpower." Fatgum laughed.

"Don't worry too much Fatgum." I assured. He nodded and hugged me.

"You can call me Taishiro. I'll see you later on. I'll let Nemuri bring you to the party since I know she will keep you till time to go." He waved me off and went towards his own room. I let out a sigh in relief. Tonight is gonna be a royal hell for me.