[Author's Note: What's cringier- me writing this fanfic or sharing it with others? Please be advised this fanfic contains *sexual assault* and *mentions of suicide*. Use best judgement before reading. This is NOT suitable for minors. This will offend some. If you find this disgusting, you don't have to tell me in a review: because trust me, I know it is. But if you like seeing the little green-haired boy abused like I do, then perhaps you'll enjoy this, just as I secretly enjoyed writing it. Sorry, not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

The setting sun made Izuku Midoriya's shadow stretch far along the sidewalk before him. He stepped with purpose down the street of Musutafu, knowing the sun's position meant the curfew for U.A. students was quickly approaching. He had a warm feeling, humming along to his music of choice, as he had spent his day off with his mom. The one-off visits were harder to come by now that students were required to live onsite in dorms. Still, he found time and scheduled them in when he could; Inko was always excited to see her son, and Izuku loved filling up on home cooked meals.

His phone chimed and a message flashed on-screen. It was Tenya Iida, asking for an ETA. Izuku smiled as he replied.

[Almost there! Just down the street.] A diligent class representative, Iida enforced the curfew the most strict. But Izuku enjoyed believing it was just Iida being a true friend.

He hit send, then froze. A faint sound, barely audible through his ear buds, stopped him in his tracks. He removed one ear bud and listened hard. There it was again: soft, but distressed. It was a whimper. Izuku turned to face the source and was met with a dim alleyway.

Another whimper. Izuku's heart began to race. Someone needed his help, here and now. But was it safe to face a possible villain encounter alone? As he stepped into the alley, his hand shoved his ear buds into his pants pocket. His fingers felt the thick plastic of his provisional heros license, and it gave him the mental strength to call out:

"Hello?" It was timid, but effective. "Who's there?" The source of the whimper was just ahead, obstructed by a large green dumpster. With fists clenched and reflexes primed, he stepped in to investigate.

"H-hey…" Izuku softened. Before him was a young boy, no older than ten, scrunched on the grimey floor of the alley. He looked disheveled and disturbed and let out a sniffle. He flinched at Izuku's gentle, outstretched hand. "Hey buddy. What's wrong?" Silence as the boy eyed him intensely. "It's okay," Izuku assured, "I'm a hero. I'm here to help you."

The boys eyes never deviated. They stayed locked on the hero while the air stayed thick and silent. Izuku furrowed his brow. There was a weird aura around this boy, but he couldn't quite get his finger on it.

"Are you injured?" Izuku inquired. He tilted his head, and noticed something odd. The gaze of the boy didn't follow the movement of Izuku's head. Instead, it stayed straight. Looking directly behind…

Izuku's swift feet launched himself into the air. He ricocheted off the wall and offered a roundhouse kick to the villain watching from behind. Foot connected with face, and the new foe went stumbling backwards. Izuku landed, light on his feet, and went in for a jab. This time, however, the villain grabbed ahold of him. And suddenly, he couldn't feel anything: nothing but the clenched hand at his wrist.

Time slowed as the panic set in. Izuku was finally able to study his opponent. A middle aged man, he looked old school with round glasses and a straight mustache. But he also looked unkempt, unwell, and just plain eerie. The latter was solidified with an unsettling grin.

"Hello Midoriya," he said finally. A knot formed in the hero's stomach.

"Who-..." Was all Izuku could utter. Speaking was abruptly harder than before, as if something was gripping all of his muscles.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am known as the Puppeteer. My quirk is muscle control, and with just a touch, you become my puppet."

Izuku's arm and body, still positioned to throw a punch, suddenly relaxed. His arm fell to his side and he straightened his posture. The Puppeteer slid his grip to Izuku's shoulder and guided him to the wall of the alley, his feet moving against his will.

"The condition is that I have to keep touching you to stay in control. But I don't see it as a drawback," the villain muttered, wetting his lips. Izuku pressed his back against the brick wall. It was then that he noticed the younger boy still standing opposite him, quaking in his shoes.

"L-let him go," Izuku demanded.

"Oh yes," the Puppeteer glanced at the boy, "you can run along home now, Charlie. You've been a very good boy today, doing exactly what I asked." But the boy wasn't interested in the praise, only the permission to leave. He scurried out of the alley as fast as his legs could take him. "Such a sweet boy. He was my favorite to play with… until I saw you, Midoriya." The villain turned to his prey with a twinkle in his eye. "I watched you on TV, performing at the sports festival. Since then, well, I've been a little obsessed. I've been dying to meet you…" He stepped closer, making Izuku's eyes widen. "I saw you on your way to your mother's house. I knew that if I timed it right, I could finally have you all to myself. After all, I am your biggest fan," the villain said slowly.

"D-don't-..." Izuku objected as he watched the Puppeteer's hand reach up to his head. It caressed his hair, making him flinch. "Don't t-touch me..!"

"So soft," the Puppeteer cooed. His hand dragged down his cheek and pressed against his chest. "So much more muscle than I expect on a boy your age. You must be much stronger than you were at the sports festival."

Izuku shut his eyes tight. He knew he had to think himself out of this situation, but his brain was jumbled. He had to corral his anxieties about what was going to happen to him, and come up with a plan to stop those things from happening. He couldn't move his limbs, but he could blink and talk and twitch. Perhaps if he channeled One for All and concentrated it to one specific place, then maybe he could…

A sharp gasp escaped his throat. His eyelids shot open in horror, and he was met with the lustful gaze of the Puppeteer.

"I was going to bring you home with me before we played, Midoriya, but I just can't help myself…" His hand was gripping Izuku's private parts through his pants. The hero spasmed and shouted as the villain began petting his sensitive area.

"S-stop!" He cried. Tears began welling in his eyes.

"Now, now," the Puppeteer consoled, "don't get too loud or I'll be forced to gag you." His hand snaked to the button of the pants and undid it, slipping under the brim and inside. Izuku screamed. Never losing touch, the Puppeteer clasped his opposite hand over the boys mouth. Muffled sobs echoed down the alley as Izuku felt every touch of the Puppeteer's fingers.

Waves of desperation and hopelessness drowned Izuku. He couldn't focus or plan with the current sensation overwhelming him. Fear and anger bubbled inside him. Would he ever find an opening to get away? Why wasn't he strong enough to break free of the creep's quirk? Focus, Deku!

The Puppeteer leaned in close and pressed his nose into Izuku's green locks. "Mmm," he moaned after an inhale. "Let's go somewhere more secluded. I want to get to know my hero better than this alley will allow." He withdrew his hand from Izuku while keeping the other planted over his mouth. The two took a step further into the alley, Izuku cried as his feet moved without consent.

"Midoriya!" A distant voice called from the street. It was friendly, familiar and concerned. The duo froze. The Puppeteer eyed the entrance to the alley.

"Who is that," he asked in a whisper. Izuku didn't answer even though he had one. It was Iida. He must've noticed Izuku never came back and went looking. But he hadn't seen them in the alley yet, and with how dark it was getting, they'd be hard to spot. And now the Puppeteer was nervous. "Let's keep moving," he muttered.

Izuku tried to struggle, to dig his heels in and scream, but to no avail. His feet just kept stepping, and the hand over his mouth hindered any vocal option to get Iida's attention. But if he didn't act fast, the opportunity would be gone, and he'd have to be subjected to whatever sick fantasies the Puppeteer wanted.

His eyes looked down to his fingers. He watched as they twitched in response to his mind telling them to move. If he could just get his pointer finger to curl, and fast, he could channel One for All into it and flick, using the move he utilized at the sports festival.

But time was running out. Again, Iida called out to Midoriya, and it seemed closer. But they were nearing the end of the alley, and one turn of a corner meant he was gone for good. He focused all his energy and all of his strength into his finger. He could see it; slowly, it began to curl. Too slowly. His heart was beating so hard, he thought it would surely explode. Sweat and tears rolled down his face. He pictured himself trapped in a room with the Puppeteer, the quirk forcing him to remove his clothes, the villain having his way with him. Everyone he knows would be curious to his fate as he's forcibly abused forever. His friends, his mom...All Might…

Izuku's finger caught on his thumb. He shut his eyes tight and flicked, releasing an enormous burst of power that cracked the asphalt and shattered windows. The shockwave sent them flying backwards to the opening of the alley. Izuku hit the ground with a grunt and rolled several meters, coming to a stop after hitting the dumpster. He groaned and clutched his aching side.

"Midoriya!" A hand came down on his shoulder and he flinched, looking wide-eyed at Iida. "Are you alright, Midoriya?!" He relaxed some upon discovering the touch was friendly. His attention turned to the alley. Nothing but scattered debris, and no sign of the Puppeteer.

"Y-yeah," Izuku stammered. "I'm okay now." Iida helped the boy to his feet.

"I had a bad feeling when you didn't come back, especially since you said you were close by. What happened?"

"I-..." Izuku shuddered and pushed the flashback from his mind. "I had a villain encounter. But it looks like that blast scared them off."

"Well, you're safe now." Iida concluded, wrapping an arm around his friend. The two made their way back to the U.A. dorms together. Izuku, mostly silent, while Iida remained concerned.

"Iida," Izuku breathed. The two stood outside of Izuku's dorm room. "Thank you for coming to look for me. I don't know what would have happened if…"

"The duties of the class rep don't just stop at curfew." Iida said proudly. Then his tone changed. "You haven't actually said what did happen, Midoriya. And I can't report something with no information."

"D-don't report it." Izuku objected. "N-nothing happened, really, and I'm not hurt. Just a few bruises in the morning." There was a hesitation from both parties.

"Well, if you'd like to report it later, let me know." Izuku nodded. "Try and get some rest. We have class bright and early tomorrow."

"Y-Yeah...Good night, Iida," Izuku retreated into his room and shut the door. After changing slowly into sweatpants, he crawled into bed and curled up. It wasn't long before his eyes drifted shut.

"Deku!" said the sweet voice of Ochaco Uraraka. "Where were you last night?"