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It was a little over a week before Hanta managed to find a job. There was a small bakery that needed someone to wash dishes while the bakers did their jobs in the early morning. He didn’t care what time he had to be in so long as he got paid. It didn’t pay a lot and he barely worked four hours a day but it was a start like he needed.
The night before school started he got a call from Denki where the boy went on and on about getting his provisional hero license. It was nice to listen to. Hanta talked about his job when his boyfriend asked but for the most part he wanted to listen to the blond ramble on. He knew in his heart that these were going to be the most interesting and bright parts of his day. When he could forget about what he was turning his life into and simply exist in the gossip of people he no longer went to school with.
Unlike before UA, he didn’t have anywhere else to go during the day. Granddad was in prison and Tomura was in the wind. After he finished his school work - well before the day was over - he was left with nothing to do. It was infuriating, to be bored.
It might have led to Hanta taking it out on the building manager when he was forced on his knees with the man’s cock in his mouth. The hand that grabbed his throat when he bit down cut off his air supply. He jerked back from the tight grip and tried to get to his feet but the hand on his head kept him down where he was. Tears burned his eyes as the manager dug fingers into the sides of his throat. The moment the hand disappeared he was shoved back against the leg of the desk as the man got to his feet.
“Act like a brat,” the man snarled, “you’re gonna get treated like one.”
Feet were placed on either side of his knees as the man pinned him back against the wood with one hand in his hair and the other grabbing his chin. Hanta couldn’t help spitting up at him even if it got the hand on his chin moving to grip his entire jaw. Nails dug into his cheeks to force his mouth open. The moment his lips parted a wet cock was shoved past them to choke him. He scratched the manager’s arm and struggled against the hold, he didn’t care what it would bring.
The rough slam of his head back against the desk had the tears finally falling. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid looking at the old bastard doing this to him and tried to ignore the feeling of being used like a fucking doll. It didn’t go away as the man pinned him to the desk leg and got himself off on his mouth. Not even when thick seed filled his mouth. The manager forced his head back as far as it would go against the desk to choke him on the cock spilling more cum down the back of his throat. Hanta clawed at his own thighs through his shorts and tried to breathe through his nose. To just breathe through the torment.
That was normally where it ended. The manager got off, made him swallow the cum, and let him leave without a fight. Not this time. Hanta barely got the chance to take in a gasping breath before the fucker grabbed his hair again. He glared up at the man as he fell back into his chair and rolled it close to where he was still against the desk leg. Something forgettable and nasty was snarled at him as he was jerked forward. Forced down on the man’s spit and cum slick dick by the hand in his hair and held there with his nose almost in his gross pubic hair.
Each short breath through his nose brought in that disgusting stench of sweat and spent seed. He kept his eyes shut and his hands clenched on his thighs to avoid making this situation any worse. The scratches put on his skin stung with a clarity he didn’t want. It kept him horribly present. Right where he was holding the manager’s cock in his mouth like toy would.
It had to have been at least an hour or two before he was allowed to leave. His throat and jaw had never be so sore in his life. Everything sort of ached from holding that same position without moving and he felt stiff as he showered. The shudder up his spine as he puked did nothing to help the burn of stomach acid. He pressed his forehead to the shower wall with a quiet sob. It was mostly muffled in the sound of water hitting the tub but it’s not like it would have mattered. His mother was passed out in her room high off her ass like usual.
He almost didn’t leave the shower. It was only the sound of Denki’s ringtone that had him shutting off the cold water and drying off. The call rang out by the time he pulled pants on and left the bathroom for his bedroom. Without a second thought he called the boy back. Hanta fell onto his bed while listening to his boyfriend talk a mile a minute about getting Mr. Aizawa to allow him to come to the dorms tomorrow. There was a small pause as the blond waited for his response that he forced out. That was great news.
So great…
The bruises on the either side of his throat were impossible to hide. Scarves weren’t part of his wardrobe and he didn’t know how to use his mother’s make-up. Hanta stared at them in the mirror for a long moment. Questions were going to be asked, answers demanded from him, but he wouldn’t be able to give them. It’s not like there was anything particularly illegal about what was happening. He just…knew that it would stir up trouble where he and his mother really didn’t need it.
It was early afternoon when he was let into UA’s campus by Mr. Aizawa. The man had given him a long, hard stare that he held without showing how uncomfortable he was. There was a small questioning quirk of the man’s eyebrow and nod towards him that had Hanta shrugging and tugging his jacket tighter around himself. He didn’t want to talk about it.
The first time seeing the dorms had him pausing to stare up at the building. It had something almost bitter curling in his chest. This should have been his. If only things had worked out differently in his life, this could have been all his to revel in. The freedom of living away from parental oversight, spending unlimited time with his friends and boyfriend, learning to somewhat live alone. To grow and thrive. He could have stepped away from the responsibility of being the adult at home. Been able to be a teenager again; or for the first time in his life.
Mr. Aizawa waited for him on the porch. Watched him with his hands in his pockets with that blank, neutral look always on his face. Hanta tilted his head back to look up at the cloudy sky as a late summer, early fall rain storm hovered on the edge. There was a cool breeze that tried to ruffle his uncut hair. It had been over a month since he’d seen his ex-classmates and about three weeks since his boyfriend. It felt like forever had passed.
Bringing his head back up, he walked towards the porch. The front doors were opened for him and when he stepped inside, Mr. Aizawa followed him. Even inside was spacious and burned something he loathed to call jealousy in is chest. Hanta shrugged off his jacket while toeing off his sneakers. Long yellow sleeves were pulled back down over his hands before he fixed the extra fabric of the collar of his sweater to somewhat hide his throat. Worn socks let him feel the chilled floor beneath his feet when he stepped up into the first floor. This shouldn’t be too bad.
“Hanta!” Denki’s cry of his name came with the blond sprinting towards him from an open hallway. It was like being hit with a small electric bullet when he crashed into him. The static charge that shocked him had Hanta shifting on his feet and hugging his boyfriend back. “It feels like it’s been forever.”
“Mm, not that long,” he said despite having the same feeling.
“Why does your voice sound like that?” The concern in Denki’s question came with the boy leaning back from him. Gold eyes zeroed in on the bruises. “What the hell happened?” Hands reached up to pull aside his sweater to trace a finger over the bruises.
“Got mugged,” Hanta lied, “sucks be that loser ‘cause I’m broke as hell.”
Denki stared up at him with a brief flash of suspicion in his eyes before he accepted the lie with a small nod. “Did you at least file a police report?” The blond asked while lowering his hands to grab his.
“Nah.” He shook his head and nudged his boyfriend back. “I know the guy, we worked it out.”
“If you say so…”
“Don’t worry so much,” Hanta drawled lazily, “I’m used to this shit where I live.”
That had Denki grumbling under his breath but tugging him away from the entrance way. Hanta glanced over his shoulder at where Mr. Aizawa watching him with an unreadable expression that had him quickly looking away. The blond boy dragged him to a living room area where several of his past classmates were lounging on the couches and chairs. There was no Bakugou or Kirishima but Ashido was there along with Jiro and Sato. Ojiro was sitting near Hagakure and Yaoyorozu sat with Shoji and Koda on one of the couches. It was a peaceful air that he wanted to soak up before he had to go back to his empty apartment.
Spending time with his friends again was nice. He talked a bit about his online school and work but mostly listened to them go on about UA’s classes. A couple hours after he arrived Bakugou and Todoroki walked through the front doors after their remedial class; apparently they needed it for their provisional licenses. There was a small acknowledging nod from Todoroki before the boy disappeared and nothing from Bakugou.
That was until the explosive blond came back to drop into the empty space next to him on the couch. There was a sharp look given to his bruises but no question was asked. In fact, Bakugou didn’t seem to have anything to say. Hanta raised an eyebrow at his silence but went back to listening to Sato talk about the latest recipe he was thinking about making. A couple minutes later there was a buzz of a text from the phone in his lap. It had him glancing over at the boy next to him before picking up the device to check what he wanted.
:bruises, mother issue or brother?: The text held a certain weight to it that had him frowning softly.
:neither.: Hanta sent the message before typing up a following one. :got mugged by smoeoen in my buildng: That was sent a second later. Bakugou’s phone dinged with each text.
:do’nt believe you:
The reply had him giving the blond a look. Narrowed eyes met him. He looked back down at his phone to type of a response. :sucks then, cause that’s what happened.: The phone was put down in a signal that he was done replying.
“Is…is everything okay?” Denki asked quietly, leaning over to almost whisper in his ear.
“Yeah, nothing to worry about,” he replied.
“If you’re sure.”
A hand slid into his with warm fingers curled around his own. Hanta tugged Denki’s hand into his lap while the boy giggled and rested his head on his shoulder. It had him smiling softly. He wished he could keep these moments forever. To stay in the dorm with his boyfriend and never return home to the loneliness that had seeped into his life. It would be so much easier.
But eventually he had to leave. His replacement came through the front doors as he was pulling on his jacket. Shinso paused for a moment to look at him before giving him a short nod and moving around him. Without thinking, Hanta reached out to grab the boy’s arm. It brought the purple haired boy to a dead stop. Dull eyes slid down to where he was grabbing him then up to his own eyes, clearly asking what he thought he was doing.
“Don’t waste this,” Hanta said, keeping his voice down, “if you really want to be a hero.”
“Did you not want to be one?” Shinso asked in return.
“More than anything,” he replied while letting go of the boy’s arm and pulling his jacket the rest of the way on, “but sometimes life gets in the way of dreams.”
“Are you giving up?”
It was a valid question just not one Hanta expected out of someone that he had never truly spoken to before this. Then again, he had given him his place in the hero course. “No,” he answered honestly, “I’ll pick up an apprenticeship or something after I graduate.” It was an idea he had been turning over and finally put into words. “Cellophane isn’t a dead hero yet without even starting.”
“Good luck.” The sincere wish had Hanta nodding. Shinso turned away but hesitated at the edge of the entrance way. “Thank you, for giving me this opportunity.”
“Honestly,” Hanta sighed, “I think you deserve it a bit more than I did.”
The boy looked back over his shoulder at him, purple eyes questioning through that dull flat look over them. But all Hanta did was give him a broad grin before turning away. Sure, he wanted to be a hero and getting into UA had been a dream come true but given his upbringing and goals, it had never felt like he deserved the place he got. He was going to be a hero, no doubt about it, he would just simply need to find a way that better fit him.