Orange Juice from Hell (Part 5)

Author's Notes: This chapter (and the next) is still part of Midoriya's backstory, so expect heavy BakuDeku scenes. There is also explicit sexual assault.

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When Katsuki arrived at their room, Deku was all dressed up. He glanced at the time, it was already 7:30 PM. It seemed like he wasted a few hours punching the daylights out of the sandbags in their dormitory gym.

Deku was still completely ignoring him.

And he left without even saying anything.

Kacchan slumped on his bed, cursing unintelligibly under his breath.

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Deku arrived at the pub, a pub overflowing with people. In fact, it didn't even seem like a 'pub' anymore but more of a vintage-looking club, with its wooden surfaces that said comfy but with flashing neon lights that shouted party.

"Glad you can come," Izuku felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, he turned around to see Shigaraki flashing the same eerie smile from a while ago.

"Yeah," Izuku could only mutter, clearly regretting his decision already as people roughly shove him around the claustrophobia-inducing room. He felt a couple of hands or three fondling his arse in the first three minutes he stood there.

"Come with me," Really, he didn't have a say about it because Shigaraki began to drag him by the hand. They arrived at the bar, and a man who either lacked any presence or he was completely transparent was managing it. "Give him something hard, Kurogiri."

Kurogiri nodded and began mixing something up.

"I'm not really a drinker," Midoriya tried to reason out, the concept of drinking something 'hard', whatever the fuck that was, was already scaring him.

"I'll teach you," A giddy feminine voice whispered right next to him, Izuku almost jumped out of his skin.

Toga Himiko was a ditzy blonde girl that always had her hair in a messy twin bun. They share a class together, just a single class, yet it seemed like she imprinted towards Izuku and she liked to have intimate contact with him whenever she could. Toga is generally an okay person to be with (and an exceptionally good groupmate in academic activities). In fact, a number of guys tend to jeer at Midoriya for often denying her advances. But he couldn't help it, she always had this expression as if she wanted to stab him with a cutter to suck his blood out or something. You really can't blame him, right?

"Toga-san...!" He laughed nervously, removing her hand that was already touching him inappropriately the moment she saw him. "Nice seeing you here."

Toga could only hum, wrapping her arms around his waist like some sort of maniac who couldn't keep her hands to herself. In fact, both Toga and Shigaraki can't seem to keep their hands to themselves.

She smelled like fruits and alcohol.

"I'll be leaving Midoriya to your care, Toga." Shigaraki waved goodbye and disappeared in the middle of the crowd.

What the fuck. Izuku paled.

"I'm so glad I can have you to myself," Toga purred against him, burying her face on the crook of his neck. Her warm breath was sending shivers to his spine.

"Here's your order, a screwdriver."

Given the chance to move away, Deku immediately took it. He pulled away from her and began awkwardly drinking his drink in one go. It can't be that bad after all, it looked like a fucking harmless orange juice.

And it tasted like orange juice but with a heavy aftertaste of vodka.

"Wow," Toga clapped her hands like a drunk sea lion, "you're one hell of a drinker. Another screwdriver, Kurogiri-san. It's on me."

Heat rapidly enveloped Midoriya's body. That can't be good, right?

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It wasn't.

After a couple of shots, it felt like he was sitting on a fucking cloud. The voices and music were louder. His eyesight was blurry, or was everything just moving in slow motion? Everything seemed so languid around him, Izuku wanted to laugh.

Fucking orange juice of hell.

Midoriya wasn't exactly sure how and what the fuck happened but he found his back against the wall, in the alleyway behind the bar, with Toga grinding against his leg like a cat in heat.

"Izuku," She moaned and gasped, her manicured fingernails scratching the skin of his arms.

"Stoooop," He slurred, wanting to figure back but there wasn't anything strength left in him to do so.

Was he... Was he being sexually assaulted? Was this still called a sexual assault? Because he was a guy... And girls can't sexually assault guys, right?

Right?

Izuku sobbed.

"Oh no, honey, don't cry." Himiko pressed their foreheads together, her hands were moving dangerously low towards the button of his jeans. "I'll make you feel good in a second." She began cupping the tent on his pants, eliciting a terrified gasp from him. "I can't believe you got hard because of me." She giggled like there was some sort of twisted amusement in trapping a defenseless guy on a wall.

"Get the fuck off of Deku or I will make you,"

His eyes felt heavy but he saw a blond blur walking towards them. In a matter of seconds, Toga's weight was removed from him and he found himself being carried away bridal style.

Long lashes fluttered, staring up at the chiseled face that was holding him dear. Kacchan's eyebrows were furrowed deeply, while pearly white teeth were bared. His right hand that was grasping Deku's shoulder was so tight it was almost painful.

"It's gonna be alright, Deku," Kacchan repeated like a mantra, though it seemed more like he was assuring himself than Izuku. He noticed for quite some time now, Kacchan was shaking. Was it out of fear or was it anger? He wasn't really sure, all he knows was that Kacchan had his strong arms--though it was smaller than his--keeping Izuku

safe.

Soon, the rambunctious sound of the bar became distant and what filled his ears was the strong breeze of the night. The scenery vastly changed from what he was stuck in before. They arrived at their dormitory and Deku had no fucking idea how.

"You fucking idiot, you stupid fucking idiot," He cursed, but he was gently placing Deku on his bed as if he was the most precious thing on earth.

And Izuku really was the most precious thing on Earth for him.

"Please don't do that again, Izuku," For some reason, it sounded like Kacchan was crying. There was a tight ache in his chest hearing his best friend sob like that. "I don't know what I'll do if something horrible happened to you because I wasn't by your side,"

It was only in the morning did he realized that Kacchan called him by his given name for the first time in almost a decade.

Dizzily, Izuku stood up and wrapped his arms around him. "'on't cryyyyyy," He hiccupped. "I'm sorryyyy,"

"God, you reek of alcohol," Kacchan complained and yet he was returning the embrace like it meant the whole world to hold him.

"Don't cryyyyyy," Izuku repeated, pulling Kacchan on his bed with him. But since he was still too weak, it seemed like he was merely tugging him closer.

Kacchan sighed and allowed himself to fall down on his bed.

It smelled like Deku.

In the middle of the darkened room, Kacchan's face was bright red.