Chapter 14

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(The Picture above is younger Doku)

I pressed myself up further against the wall of the bar. My parents drag me here often. I was only eleven, so I stood out in a bar full of villains. All I wanted to do was sleep.

"Hey, you. The little girl." I heard a man whisper from the bar. I wearily looked up, making eye contact with a stranger. I shook my head, scrambling against the wall.

"Relax, kid! I'm not going to hurt ya! I just want to talk." He put his hands up, his drink sitting on the counter in front of him. I frowned, looking around at all the other scary looking people.

"Wouldn't you look less vulnerable if you were hanging with a guy like me? You wouldn't be such a target. Come on, just sit with me." The man patted the seat next to him, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I thought about his words, looking at the bar stool next to him. I cautiously made my way over to the man, climbing up to the seat next to him.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He grinned, and I looked at the counter.

"My name is Ketsueki, what's yours?" He asked, and I only shook my head.

"Oh? A shy one are you." Ketsueki chuckled lowly. "I like that." He stated lowly, and I felt a hand touch my knee. I tensed as the man's hand gripped my skin. My battered shorts only covered so much.

"Let me ask you again. What's your name kid?" He asked, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Ketsueki's hand crawled a few inches up my leg, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

"I...I don't want to tell you." I shuttered, not daring to look at the man.

"Well, that just won't do. Not unless I say so." He clicked his tongue, and his hand traveled up my thigh. His fingers dug into my skin, and I felt extremely uncomfortable under his touch.

"I-It's Fuyo!" I squeaked, and the man let out a hum of delight.

"There we go. Be a good girl, and we won't have to do anything rash." Ketsueki stated lowly, and I shivered at his menacing tone.

"Can I go now?" I asked, my eyes glued to the counter.

"Not quite yet. I still don't know your last name, missy." Ketsueki replied, and I whimpered quietly.

I quickly shot up from the stool, attempting to run away. However, Ketsueki was too fast, and his arms wrapped around my small body. He pulled me back, and I gasped. His hands traveled all around my torso. I felt tears prick my eyes as his hands glided up my waist all the way to my neck as he felt me up.

"Help! Get off!" I yelled, pleading for someone to save me. But nobody did. Nobody cared.

"Tell me your last name, Fuyo and I'll let you go." Ketsueki stated, his voice smug and satisfied.

"It's Dokujin!" I exclaimed, wanting to free myself of this man's touch. I heard Ketsueki gasp.

"Oh really?" He grinned, a horrifying chuckle leaving his throat.

"You said you were going to let me go!" I cried, squirming in the man's grasp.

"Yeah, for now." He purred and let me go. I immediately ran from him, feeling myself begin to break down. My body felt invaded, and I frantically began to brush my clothes, as if cleaning it from Ketsueki's touch. However, no matter how hard I brushed, I couldn't get the disgusting feeling to leave.

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I gasped loudly as I shot up from my bed. Sweat beaded down my face, and I gripped my chest in panic. My breathing was ragged and hard, my body cold and uncomfortable. I quickly ripped my clothes off, and changed into news ones. I tried to calm myself as I sat on the ground, gripping my head in distress.

"It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I panted quietly, my memories haunting me. I sat on the ground for awhile, beginning to calm down.

I let out a long sigh and stood up from the ground. I checked the time to see that it was around 4am. I groaned, running my hand through my hair. I promised Iida I'd be on time, so I'll just have to stay up.

Yesterday I had the day off, since the school wanted us to have a break. I just spent the whole day at the park, only to sneak back in after dark. Today I have school again, and I let out a sigh of relief.

○●○

I walked through the empty hallways since I was about an hour early. I had been up since 4:00am and couldn't wait any longer to get out of that apartment.

I approached my class, and slid the door open, not expecting anyone to be there.

"Goodmorning!" A loud enthusiastic voice blasted in my face.

"What the hell?" I backed away a little, still holding onto the door frame. Iida stood in front of me with his hands firmly on his hips.

"Oh? Doku? You're here." He lowered his voice, and I looked up at the nerd.

"Yeah. How unfortunate." I grumbled, walking past him into the classroom.

"You're actually on time! Congratulations! I'm so proud of you!" Iida cheered, and I stopped.

"Proud?" I repeated, looking back at him.

"Yes! It is crucial to learn the importance of being on time! You finally get to understand that concept!" Iida clapped, and I sighed.

"I didn't do it for all that garbage. I did it for you." I plopped down in my seat, and Iida stopped.

"For... me...?" He pointed to himself, and I nodded.

"Yeah, you asked me to. I don't give a crap about all that punctuality trash." I waved my hand lazily at him, feeling my arm ache as I lifted it.

"Oh." Iida turned around, covering his face, and I lifted a brow.

"Welp, goodnight. I've got an hour to kill." I shrugged, lowering my head to my desk. I rested it in my arms, careful not to put too much pressure on my bruised up arm.

○●○

"You guys! Did you watch the news last night?" Hagakure's voice yanked me out of my sleep. Well, I guess the classroom filled up.

"Yeah." Ojiro replied.

"It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screen time! Though I bet nobody noticed me hanging out in the background." Hagakure stated, and I lifted my head from my arms.

"Probably not." Shoji sighed.

"It is difficult to stand out when you're just gloves." Ojiro laughed lightly.

"The press came by?" I spoke up, and the invisible girl moved to look at me.

"Oh right! You left before they arrived!" She waved her arms around, and I closed my eyes.

"Good." I sighed, resting my head in my arms again.

"We're totally big deals. Those news channels love us we're basically celebrities." Kaminari laughed.

"Yeah, it's kinda crazy, right?" Kirishima replied.

"Get over yourselves. The hero course that pumps out pros was attacked, and that's what they care about." Jiro shut the two boys down.

"Who knows what woulda happened to us if the teachers hadn't shown up." Sero commented, causing Mineta to blow up.

"Why'd you say that?! I'm gonna pee myself just thinking about it!" He screamed, flailing around.

"What the hell?" My voice was muffled against the uniform covering my arms.

"Oh, shut up! Grow a pair, loser!" Bakugo yelled, and Mineta shrieked in fear.

"Did you guys see All Might fighting the bird guy? That dude was super strong,
and he still destroyed him!" Sato yelled.

"Yes. His is strength is truly a thing of wonder." Tokoyami replied.

"Attention!" Iida yelled, and I heard him run to the front of class. "Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!" He announced.

"Uh, we're all sitting." Kirishima commented.

"Yeah, You're the only one standing." Sero added.

"Sit your ass down, man." I called out from the back of class.

"Dang it!" Iida cursed as he harshly sat down in front of me. I snickered as he pouted.

People muttered about who was going to teach class since Mr. Aizawa was still recovering. I thought about it, and honestly, I have no idea who it could be. The door scraped open, catching the classes attention.

"Morning, class." Mr. Aizawa muttered from the door. He was covered in bandages, and the class screamed in surprise. I blinked, not expecting him to be coming back this soon.

The class began to ask questions and express their concern for his health.

"My well being is irrelevant. What's more important is that your fight isn't over yet." Mr. Aizawa stated, and the class tensed. The students muttered their concerns as Mr. Aizawa paused.

"The UA Sports Festival is about to start." The teacher finished.

"Yes!" Kirishima cheered.

"Great." I grumbled.

"The sports festival!" The class cheered.

"Let's go kick some ass!" Kirishima screamed, shooting up from his seat.

"Wait a second." Kaminari shoved his hand into Kirishima's face, shutting him up.

"Is it really such a good idea to hold the sports festival so soon after the villains snuck inside?" Jiro asked.

"They could attack once we're all in the same place." Ojiro added.

"Apparently, the administration thinks this is a good way to show that the threat has been handled and our school is safer than ever. Plus they're beefing up security compared to past years. This event is a huge opportunity for all students at UA. It's not something we can cancel because of a few villains." Mr. Aizawa explained.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but why not? It's just a sports festival!" Mineta shrieked from the back of class.

"Huh? Mineta, don't you know how important this competition is?" Midoriya turned to look at the small boy.

"Of course I do! I just don't wanna get murdered!" Mineta argued, and I sighed.

"Our sports festival is one of the most watched events in the entire world. In the past, everyone obsessed over the Olympic games. But then Quirks started appearing. Now, the Olympics have been drastically reduced in terms of scale and viewership. For anyone who cares about competition, there's only one tournament that matters. The UA Sports Festival." Mr. Aizawa stated.

"That's right! And top heroes everywhere will be watching. This is where you get scouted." Yaoyorozu added, a confident look on her face.

"Sure, unless you're dead." Mineta replied.

"She's right. After graduating, a lot of people join pro agencies as a sidekick." Kaminari explained.

"Yeah, but that's as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go indie and stay eternal sidekicks. Actually, that's probably where you're headed. You're kinda dumb." Jiro insulted Kaminari, and I snickered.

"It's true that joining a famous hero agency can garner you greater experience and popularity. That's why the festival matters. If you wanna go pro one day, then this event could open the path for you. One chance a year. Three chances in a lifetime. No aspiring hero can afford to miss this festival. That means you better not slack off on your training." Mr. Aizawa instructed. I sat up and leaned back in my chair.

"Yes, sir!" The class cheered.

"Class is dismissed." Mr. Aizawa carelessly waved us off.

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The bell rang for lunch, and I slid down in my chair. I didn't feel like getting up. I was so comfortable.

"This is gonna be nuts! Everyone's so excited." Midoriya stated from next to Iida and I's desk.

"Well, yeah, of course we are! We enrolled at this school with the sole aim to become heroes. So naturally, we're
all getting fired up!" Iida replied, and started weirdly dancing or something.

"Wow, Iida. Those are some interesting moves. Ribbit." Tsu commented, and I groaned.

"Make it stop!" I covered my eyes with my hand as I slid further down my chair.

"You have to be excited too, right Doku?" Iida stood over my chair.

"Eh. I guess." I shrugged, and the boy gasped.

"You're telling me you're not totally pumped?!" He shrieked and I scratched the back of my head.

"Well, if I get scouted then it won't be a total waste of time." I replied, and Iida straightened up, moving his hand in a chopping motion.

"That's the spirit, Doku! How about you Midoriya? Are you excited?" He turned towards the timid boy.

"Well, yeah, of course I am! And also nervous." Midoriya sighed, looking at the ceiling.

"Hey, guys!" Uraraka's voice caught our attention, and we all turned towards her. What I saw caused my eyes to widen. Uraraka stood there with an insane expression. I could practically see her strong fired up aura.

"Let's do our best in the sports festival." She grinned, her expression only getting worse.

"Uraraka, what happened to your face?!" Midoriya exclaimed.

"Seriously, what's up? You're normally, like, the most laid back girl ever." Mina popped up, staring at the determined girl.

"Chill out man." I raised a brow at the girl.

"PMS?-" Mineta was quickly shut down by Tsu slapping him with her tongue.

"Everyone! I'm gonna do my best!" Uraraka announced, tightening her hand into a strong fist.

"Yeah!" Midoriya, Mina, and Iida cheered.

"I said, I'm gonna do my best!" Uraraka repeated, pumping her fist in the air.

"Uhhh..." I crossed my arms, staring at the girl.

"Got it..." Kirishima trailed off. "You okay? You kinda look like you're losin' it." He added.

Uraraka continued to scream about doing her best and I shook my head with a snicker.

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