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He didn’t know why or how. He couldn’t move, his eyes were covered, his body was weak, using One For All would certainly end in catastrophe, if he could even use it that is. He couldn’t move, could barely speak. He’d been drugged. He blamed whoever this person was, he blamed the three friends he had left for not having his back. They were college students after all. He blamed himself most of all, for letting his guard down, for drinking, for not investigating the weird taste in his cup. For not calling out for help while he could and here he was now, his hands restrained.
He could barely think, tears stinging his eyes as someone, this male thrust up into him unapologetically. He was sure he was bleeding but there was just nothing he could do. His breathing was slow, his arms and legs felt like sandbags. All he could hope for that whoever this person was would be done soon. Midoriya was fucking wasted but he knew he’d remember this in the morning and when morning came, he sat up, staring up at the three boys standing over him in complete shock.
His eyes flickered between Kacchan, Shouchan and Eichan, the only three boys in the room excluding himself. He blinked a few times, wiping his watering eyes once memories came crashing down. He coughed before speaking in a raspy voice. “Who was it?” His voice cracked, the three looked at each other before Kirishima pointed at the culprit.