Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault, Violence and Gore

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      THE SUMMER DAYS slowly, but evenly, dimmed into early Autumn. The days got cooler, and the sky darkened more earlier. Though, it was common knowledge. Every year, every season - it was routine.

Just how Itsumi followed a routine. Work filled her day, and homework occupied her night. With graduation coming around the corner and exams hanging over their heads, teachers and students bustled around the school with varied emotions. The Midoriya girl was even more stressed with how much her counselor haggled her with college and university applications. The young adult was aware of the possibilities she could achieve with her high scores and academic records, but like most of everything in her life - it relied on money.

Of course she could just apply for scholarships, but that's the deal. She wasn't interested. What future will she have with college? A life that's so fake and plastic, one full of lies that she'll eventually get so sick of it and off herself. Despite the crude imagery, Itsumi didn't want that. She didn't want to get out of one suffocating life just to walk into another. It will undoubtedly drive her crazy.

Sighing for what seemed the millionth time, Itsumi stared at the board behind her teacher - Miss Chiyomi, as she gave yet another lecture. Honestly, the words just entered one ear and went out the other for Itsumi, she already knew everything about Indefinite Integrals. She just wanted class to end and leave, every second that passed felt like the walls were closing in on her.

Suffocating.

Everything seemed to press a weight on her lungs nowadays. And to make it worse, she couldn't even go to the beach to calm down like she used to. No, ever since that day of discovering Izuku with All Might, she noticed that he kept going back to the beach which meant there was a high possibility that the hero was there too. The beach was her go-to place to release all her bottled frustrations, but now that was gone. And, it's not like she could continue destroying her bedroom furniture. She already ruined one set of comforters, if she did it again her family will grow suspicious.

She didn't want that.

So now, with her choice of outlet gone, her body is bursting at the seams with unbridled anger. And as mentioned, everything seemed to almost trigger her. She wants to explode. It wasn't a matter of why anymore. Instead, it was a matter of when. She knows she'll release her frustrations in a explosive manner, she just doesn't know when. She's on a clock and her time is running out, every second ticking away. 

Plus, her classmate Rin Tsukishima didn't make things any easier. The way the purple haired girl stared at her, as of expecting her to lash out, it annoyed her. Everyday when Itsumi came to class, there she was, waiting for her with her eyes - staring. The irritation got to the point where the Midoriya girl want to use her quirk and snap the class president's neck, but she held the violent urges in. Despite the urge to show her true colors, she didn't want to out herself in such a pitiful way. 

Though, as the last bell rang, signifying the end of the school day, Itsumi breathed out in relief. Slinging her backpack on her shoulders, she makes a quick exit to the front doors. The faster she's out of the building, the faster she's away from all the people annoying her - Rin, Wen, the school counselor, the teachers, everyone. 

Darting across the courtyard, the green haired teenager is lucky enough to catch the first bus. Usually she doesn't make it and has to get the second one, so as she gets on, pays the fare, she can finally relax. 

Finally. 

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WHEN ITSUMI REACHES the restaurant, Sora immediately walks up to her with a strained expression on his face. Reading his tense behavior, the girl can instantly knows there's something wrong. Is she getting fired, she ponders, but she quickly shut it down. She's a hard worker, she's always on time for her shifts, and she never misses a day unless she's given the day off. 

"Oh, Midoriya-chan, I'm so glad you're here," he utters, frantically ushering her towards the changing rooms so she start working. 

"Why? What's wrong," she voices, actually concerned. 

"T-the Yakuza are here," he stutters, explaining. 

Itsumi scoffs. "So, they're always he-"

Sora frantically shakes his head. "No," he exclaims in a panicked whisper, "Not the Black Lotus! It's the Shie Hassaikai! The leader already killed Nanami - I l-liked her, you know!" He explains, practically on the verge of tears. 

The girl cringes in disgust, shaking her head. "And what do you want me to do about it? I can't bring her back to life," she replies, but she actually feels a chill of fear run down her spine. 

"Y-you can go out there and work," Sora tells her, pushing her to move faster. 

She deadpans, giving him a glare. "And what, get killed? No, thank you," she huffs, coming to a stop. 

"No! I would never- I-it's just, you know how to stay calm and not ask questions. Nanami asked questions, or something, I don't know! One second she was standing there, and the next her head was blown off," the man cries. 

Itsumi's red eyes widen with surprise and her breath actually stutters. 

Holy shit! 

"I-I, Okay. Who killed her," she asks, not for concern, but for warning. If she's going to work, she wouldn't want to anger the person who can literally blow her bits. 

"D-dark hair, green jacket, dressed in black. I-I don't know, I'm not man enough to look over there. Just get dressed, I'll wait out here while you do. I'm kind of hiding out in the locker room," the man in his twenties tells her. 

Itsumi gives him a flat look, pitying the man. She doesn't feel sorry, she just pities him for being too much of a coward. He'd rather send out his workers than face the situation himself. This is why she despises people. They're selfish... but in some sense, she is too. However, she wouldn't hide, she'd face her problems face on. 

Sighing, she just walks past him and into the locker room. Quickly switching her school uniform for a waitress uniform, she finishes by pinning her nametag to the shirt. She hates the thing. The shirt is an itchy, bright red, collared t-shirt and the skirt is a regular black pencil skirt, but it's an inch shorter than her school uniform skirt - which was already short enough, and of course the little white apron. 

With skill, she devoids her face from any expression and walks out of the room and into the actual restaurant. She chooses to ignore the fact that her manager just locked himself in the safety of the locker room. Walking further into the diner styled room, she passes a pale faced Rokuma - her only tolerable coworker. With each step, she grows closer to the family sized table in the corner which currently sits ten people. 

Itsumi quickly assesses them, and notices that they're all wearing masks. Plague masks to be specific, well, with the exception of two. One mask is a regular clothed face mask, and the other looks like it a literal sack with holes ripped for the eyes. Though, her crimson eyes eventually find the man that Sora mentioned. He's sitting in the center, described to the T of what her manager said, though what he forget to mention is how the man's amber gaze is cold and unsettling. It's like he's staring right through her - through her facade, her soul, and into her core. 

She hates how exposed and vulnerable she feels under his golden gaze. 

Usually, she's the predator in situations, but this time, she's the prey. And to make it worse, she's voluntarily walking up to the man who could possibly be her own killer. 

So, no, she's not the wolf in that moment. She's the sheep. The cattle waiting to be slaughtered.

Despite the stuttering of her heart and the chills in her blood, Itsumi keeps her calm as she reaches the large table, giving the saturated fake smile that she does with the usual walk-ins. 

"Hello, my name's Midoriya, and I'll be your server today. Have you had the chance to look at our menu-"

"We're not here for the food, whatever this disgusting establishment even serves. Now, you can make yourself useful and get us what we really came here for, or you can end up like the other girl who refused to get us what we wanted," the man says, narrowing his golden eyes. 

Itsumi swore she stopped breathing when she heard the cold tone of his words. Flicking her ruby gaze to the left, she can see the dead body of Nanami in her peripheral vision. Glancing back, she connects her red with his gold, and nods. 

"How can I help you, then," she asks. 

"Bring us the man who calls himself Sora. He knows why we're here," he states, raising his gloved hands to clasp, and rest, them on the table. 

Sora? So, he's not the person he says he is? Tch, that coward! 

Itsumi bows her head. "If you'll excuse me, I'll go get him from the back room where he's currently hiding out in," she informs, stepping away. 

The man, who's called Kai Chisaki but goes by Overhaul, nods, giving her permission to step away. Though, his ninth subordinate calls out to her. 

"Hey, sweetheart, while you're at it, why don't you grab me a bottle of your finest Sake," the man smirks, his eyes leering on her body. 

The Midoriya girl can feel her eye urging to twitch in irritation, but she forces herself to not give a reaction. Instead, she tightens the grip on her notebook and gives a saturated smile. "Of course! It'll be just a moment," she reassures. 

And with that she walks away, dropping her smile once she's turned around. "Pig," she utters under breath, scowling. Walking to the bar on her way to the locker room, she looks to her coworker. "Rokuma, can you bring me the bottle of Dassai Sake?"

It's not the finest bottle, but the most favored in the country. 

The blonde nods, not wanting to dissatisfy their seated customers. "Of course. Do you know why they're here," she quietly, and shyly, questions. 

Itsumi nods, "Apparently, they're here for Sora, which in fact isn't his real name," she seethes, fed up with the cowering man. "Anyways, I need to get him before they start to lose their patience." 

The older woman nods, ushering the teen away to do just that. 

As the green haired girl reaches the locked door, she knocks. 

"Who is it," Sora asks, barely above a whisper. 

"Midoriya," she rolls her eyes. She may seem heartless about the fact that the man could be killed, but someone already died because of him. Plus, the fact that Sora isn't who he says he is, and has been living under a secret identity, well, she lost all compassion for him. Plus, if he knew that those men were looking for him, then he purposefully put the rest of them in danger.

"Are they gone," he questions. 

Without hesitation, she lies. "Yes, they said they had other business to attend to. Though, the man left his card at the bar," she says, her voice steady and unwavering. 

"Oh, thank the spirits! Thank you, Midoriya," Sora exclaims as he unlocks the door, opening it. 

The teen gives him a mirthless smile. "Yes, that should teach you about using people as your pawns," she says, making him confused at her words. Though, before he can say anything or react, Itsumi glares and grabs him by the neck. With unexpected force, she drags him towards the restaurant. 

Sora realizes the lie, and thrashes against her. "W-what are you doing?! Midoriya! Don't do this! Let me go," he cries out, trying to free himself. 

The waitress ignores his desperate pleas of begging as she saunters towards the table full of deadly yakuza members. Looking to the bar, she ushers Rokuma to follow her with the bottle of Sake. The blonde looks away from her manager, and keeps her gaze on the floor as she follows after the emerald haired girl. 

The cries of the pleading man buys the attention of the table, all ten of them turning their heads to the direction. They would have expected the green haired girl to warn Sora, but instead they watch in amusement as she drags the man towards them. Reaching the table, Itsumi finally releases the man and pushes him to the floor. 

"Here, I brought you what you asked for," she tells them, locking her vermillion eyes with Overhaul's molten gold. She then looks to the man who asked for the beverage, "And for you, our finest bottle of Sake. Enjoy," she states, as Rokuma places the green bottle on the table. 

"If that's all-"

"No," Overhaul cuts her off, looking at the two waitresses. "You two stay here. It's important for what I'm going to do next," he informs, but Itsumi is quick to see the malicious glint in his eyes.

Stay calm, she reminds herself. 

"So, Sora - or should I say, Shinseki, I know you were once part of our guard, but I'm sure you can recollect what happens to those who wrong us, right? You see, when you disappeared, I didn't think much of it. After all, people change their minds all the time, especially those who don't have the spine to handle our kind of business...so I left it at that," the dark haired male resonates, waving a dismissive hand. 

She isn't sure why, but Itsumi follows every movement he makes with her eyes. In her gut she knows something is going to happen, the hairs on her arms and on her neck rise with warning, telling her to flee, but her brain forces her body to stay still. 

"However, I then noticed the disappearance of our product in the following days. So, Shinseki, tell me what you did with it because I'm very certain that you didn't keep it all to yourself? Since you were once one of us, I'll give you a chance to explain yourself, what happened," Overhaul says stoically, but it's eyes that hold all the emotion. They're narrowed and filled with hostility. 

The man kneeling on the floor looks up, shaken and nervous. "I-I... y-you're mistaken, I never took anything," he explains, shaking his head. 

Itsumi narrows her ruby eyes, glancing at the man to her right and mentally scoffs. Lies. If he's going to lie, he should have given it more effort because that was simply pitiful. 

Overhaul narrows his eyes, seeing right through the lies, but he sits back as if relaxing his body. "I'm mistaken, you say? Well, if that's the case..." He muses, slipping off his right glove. He does it discreetly, but Itsumi who's already watching him like a hawk, notices. "Then, I never did this."

The Midoriya girl doesn't have time to breathe when he simply flicks his hand towards her. This was the warning her body predicted. From her left, Itsumi can feel a spray of blood hit her skin. She flinches when the metallic crimson hits her face, arm, and leg, basically drenching her entire left side. After a second passes, she feels the body of Rokuma drop to floor with a thud, but she doesn't react - she keeps her frozen and shocked gaze directed at Overhaul.

She's too stunned to even move, but hearing the horrified cries of her manager, she assume that Rokuma's body is completely mutilated at this point. Heck, it feels like she's wearing her coworker's blood volume on her body, so she knows that the sight of the blonde lying next to her isn't a pretty one. At this point, Itsumi can feel the blood on the floor soaking into her shoes.

"Y-y-you killed her! She did nothing wrong,"Sora/Shinseki exclaims, fear toning his voice.

"Consider it collateral damage for lying. Now, tell me the truth, or..." Overhaul says, looking to the man before switching his amber gaze on Itsumi's shocked state. "I'll use your last living employee as another example. Such a shame too, I like her."

The said girl finally breathes, coming out of her shock when she realizes that she's the next possible target. The manager shakes his head. 

"N-no! She's just a kid," Sora yells. 

The Yakuza leader raises his brows, looking her over. He then narrows his gaze to the pleading man. "Then, I suggest you tell me what you did to the product. After all, there are worse things than death," he snides mirthlessly. "I won't kill her, but Mifune here can make her feel a world of hurt. Your choice."

Sora looks up to the green haired girl, noticing that she hasn't moved an inch since she dragged him out here. She was his best employee - always arrived on time, did her job without complaint, handled angry customers well, came in when the others missed their shifts - she did it all. However, she also brought him out here. If he was choosing himself or her, he would pick himself - anyone would in that situation. Call him selfish, but he would rather live than die. 

"I did nothing," he says, defiantly.

Itsumi turns her head, her stunned expression turning sharp as her red eyes practically burn the side of his head with her heated glare. Any pity, or compassion, she had for him is instantly gone - nonexistent! 

"You spineless coward! I'll-"

The Midoriya girl is silenced when a hand harshly grabs her jaw, and she gives a startled yell. However, she forces herself to stay silent even though pain is enveloping her face. Almost like fire on her skin, in her nerves, it's practically burning her veins. Her blood feels like it's molten lava, and all she wants to do is scream at the excruciating pain. Her ruby eyes glimmer like the said jewel as they glaze with unshed tears. 

Despite the evident pain she's currently enduring, Itsumi glares at the dark haired man touching her as the leader continues talking to Sora. "You see, Mifune, here has an interesting quirk. It's perfect for torturing people as it inflicts pain to the person he touches. Of course, the pain differs on the person experiencing it, but the human body is just so sensitive when it comes to pain. Mifune just needs to find where the person is the most weakest, where they'll break," Overhaul informs mirthlessly. He flicks his hand in their direction, still looking at Sora. "You say she's a kid? Though, I'm sure she's at the age where girls become women, don't you think. I'm positive Mifune here can agree to that."

The green haired girl feels her body tense. She knows what he's implying, and if she assumes correctly, these hardened criminals will do what every woman fears. They'll take advantage. And why, because they want answers?! Itsumi can feel her body fill with disgust, with hate! She's nothing to them! She's just collateral damage! Her vision fills with fury. 

Red!

Red!

RED! 

That's all she sees as her anger pushes at the seams, wanting to explode! 

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll make sure to do this as painless as possible," Mifune laughs, his free hand caressing her left arm as it travels downwards. 

Pain blossoms with every touch he makes, resulting in her flinching and wincing. Itsumi grits her teeth, biting back her whimpers and screams, but the evidence in her pain is how her tears finally fall to her freckled cheeks. The hand holding her jaw travels lower, to her neck, his fingers grazing her collarbone from under her shirt. The pain magnifies as he touches the sensitive area, making her whimper. He laughs at her pain. 

"Haha! Now, we're getting somewhere! You see, sweetheart, I like it when they scream," the man states with a sadistic grin. 

Sora shakes his head. "I-I'm so sorry, Midoriya-chan," he cries.

Itsumi glares at the pathetic man. "Liar," she grits through the pain.

"Oho! That won't cut it, little lady," Mifune interjects before she can say anything else. "When I play, there's no speaking allowed," and with that, he slams her body on the table. 

She grunts at the bruise blooming on her back. 

"Now, sweetheart, let's hear you scream," he laughs before roughly gripping to her legs. 

The girl bites back her screams at the sudden surge of hot pain. She tries to kick him, but he tightens his grip, squeezing the bend of her knees. He cackles when she yelps at the burning sensation. Moving his hands up her legs, on her thighs, he finally spreads her legs to stand in between her. The pain is excruciating and she finally cries out, curling her body as she feels herself practically burning alive. 

"Yes! Don't worry, sweetheart, this will be over before you know it," the dark haired man laughs, enjoying the girl's suffering and withering state. 

As his hands move up her thighs, Itsumi cries, tears blurring her vision, and whimpers at his torture. She tells herself to retaliate, to attack, to do something, anything but the hot, flaming, pain is too much for her to make a cohesive thought. Though, something seems to trigger in her body when his rough hands touch her skirt. 

RED! 

RED! 

RED!!!

Just as Mifune's hands push the skirt upward to reveal more of her soft, tanned, skin, Itsumi finally reacts. Using the knife wrenching pain that she's currently feeling, and adding her bottled up anger from everyday of her life - the stares, the pressure, the lies, the lack of support, her family, her brother, her father, her hate for heroes, but especially her lack of freedom. With suppressant rage, Itsumi finally snaps. 

Yelling, she simultaneously uses her quirk to push the disgusting man off of her, sending him flying to the opposite wall. Hearing as he crashes through several tables, Itsumi gets off the table and stumbles as she finds her footing. Though, despite her legs and body feeling like they were just put through the wringer, she stalks towards the man like the predator she's meant to be. No more being the sheep! No, she'll rip off her wooly coat and reveal the dark fur of her true identity; the wolf. 

Behind her, the other members of the Shie Hassaikai tense, preparing to attack. Though, Overhaul simply raises his gloved hand, stopping them as he watches with keen interest. Sora, on the other hand, he looks on with fear. 

With vengeance in her heart and red in her vision, she steps towards a fallen Mifune with a deadly calm. Her face is free of all masks as she viciously grins at the man who was willing to violate her. He had no mercy for her, so why should she have mercy for him?! He was ready to destroy her! So, with that in mind, her fingers twitch with eagerness as they prepare to tear him to shreds! Her hands yearn to feel his deep crimson blood on their flesh! 

"You bitch! But don't fret, little lady, I always enjoyed the fight. It's more fun when they struggle," he chuckles sadistically as he pushes himself to stand. 

Her eyes rich like blood diamonds stare into his beady green eyes, straight into his dark soul. Mifune grows unsettled at her blank stare, because despite the lack of emotion in the saturated color, they're full of killing intent. They're the eyes of a predator, and right he really feels like the prey with no where to run. 

Itsumi drops her grin to a unnerving smile. "Yes, I will enjoy this," she simply states, moving closer to erase the distance. 

Mifune steps back, startled with her change of behavior. "Wait! Wha-"

Her expression stays the same as her fingers flex. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll make sure to do this as painful as possible," she laughs, her eyes shining like priceless jewels. 

Before he, or anyone else, can react, Itsumi stretches her arms forwards and activates her quirk. With one hand releasing a pushing force and the other hand using a pulling force, she stays in synch as she targets Mifune. Her eyes narrow with concentration, and it doesn't take long for her lips to stretch into a cruel, menacing, grin. With the pressure of being both pushed and pulled at, Mifune suddenly screams in pain as a loud crack echoes in the dining room. 

As if gripping invisible dials, Itsumi turns her hands in opposing clockwise directions. She feels ecstatic when his bones crunch beneath her power. The man screams as his body starts to cave in. It's like his body is being squeezed by an invisible force, crushing him from the outside. The girl cackles as she adds more pressure, feeling satisfied when blood starts to pour out of his orifices - eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. 

"P-please stop!" He coughs up more blood. "I can't take it any-"

"No," she cuts him off. "You see, little man, I like it when they scream," she taunts. 

She releases his body, watching in amusement as he falls, crumpling to the floor in a bloody heap. 

"But I'll give you something in return. I'll show you how much of a sweetheart I can be," she smiles innocently. 

Though, it quickly changes to a twisted one full of malice. Thrusting her right hand out, she activates her quirk once again and pulls! 

"I'll give you a real sweet heart!" 

Ignoring the screams of pure torture, she feels pleasure when the sounds of bones breaking fills her ears. Her ruby eyes glitter with sick satisfaction. Her veins fill with euphoria! This is it! This is the person she yearned to be! This is what freedom feels like! 

With a sickening crunch, Mifune's chest rips open and his bloody heart flies into Itsumi's outstretched hand. As the man falls dead with last sight of his heart being ripped out, the girl twists her hand and hold the bloody organ upwards. The metallic crimson dripping and oozing through her fingers and down her arm. 

And she laughs. 

She resembles the perfect picture of a crazed psycho killer. 

But to her, it's satisfaction of finally setting herself free. 

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Whoo! That's chapter eight! Things got hella interesting! Well, more bloody that's for sure!

So....Itsumi finally snapped! Of course I feel bad that her trigger was her almost being violated by that disgusting man, but she showed him! And yes, that kind of assault is very sensitive, and unfortunately very real, and I DO NOT TAKE IT LIGHTLY. So, if you  ever need to talk, I'm here to listen - I won't push you to talk, but just know that I'm here for every one of you. No matter the problem, I'm here 🖤

And yes, the Shie Hassaikai made an appearance. And yes, I also implied that they would be the ones who do nothing when it comes to sexual assault - but they ARE criminals. Though, I'm sure with what happened with Itsumi, they'll think twice to even do that again!

And whoo, Itsumi finally turned to the dark side! And she made her first kill, quite gruesome, too! 'I'll show you a real sweet heart' - who knew she had humor *BA DUM TSS*

So, I guess one more filler chapter before I start the cannon plot. Probably about her devolving, but keeping up appearances by faking it and being 'normal'. I can't wait!

Anything else?

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ADIOS, Y GRACIAS, My awesome friends! Until next time!

Also remember to stay safe and to take care of yourselves!

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