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“are you fucking insane?”
izuku’s self proclaimed dad, the mobster that had kidnapped him to put simply was going to go batshit insane. honestly though? izuku could not care less ONLY if it will not directly affect him.
he finds all the little things that inconvenienced the man greatly amusing. petty revenge, deserved karma, small victories and all that good stuff. really, serves the man right for turning izuku’s life upside down against his will.
he didn’t care if he was now protected by the most dangerous man, and by extension his many henchmen, in musutafu. it didn’t matter that he no longer had to worry about going hungry if his allowance ran out or that he no longer has to go to school to face his bullies and discrimination from the adults who were supposed to care for him. who cares if he felt truly safe for the first time in what feels like forever, if he is finally allowed to be a kid after being forced to survive in a world that was determined to break him for so long.
sure, aizawa has been adamant about showering him with the affection he has been starved off of- izuku cannot even pretend to hate the hugs and head pats and forehead kisses and it pisses him off a little.
izuku could not begin to guess what the job scope of a literal mob boss would entail, but he couldn’t imagine it to leave a lot of free time, which would be notable considering the man set aside time to spend with him everyday. be it offering unwanted help on his homework, asking him about his day, even existing in each other presence, leaving izuku to do whatever he wanted while he worked on paperwork.
the man had also been incredibly patient with him, determined to keep him by his side by whatever means necessary. izuku has been grounded and put in the corner as punishment time and time again, but he has never been withold food, attention or affection from the man.
aizawa hasn’t once laid a hand on izuku, despite his numerous attempts at escaping, outright brattiness, rudeness and tantrums- other than a spanking that one time he almost fell out the window trying to see if he would survive the jump down. out of everything he did, aizawa did not tolerate izuku putting himself in danger.
sometimes. only sometimes, izuku wonders if this is what having someone care should feel like.
other times, the man would say things that reminded izuku that he was crazy.
“maybe i should lock you up in a cage,” he said when cleaning the scrap on izuku’s knee that he got when he tripped and fell in the garden. “that way you won’t get hurt ever again.”
“you look so pitiful when you cry and fight,” he mused, when izuku bit his arm- not even evoking a reaction- amidst a meltdown, cheeks wet with tears, scowling furiously at the man even as fear so evidently filled his eyes. “it reminds me of a feral kitten. it just makes me want to keep you more.”
“if i break your legs, would it stop you from trying to run away?” he absently pondered out loud as he hauled a wailing izuku back to the mansion, from where he was caught right by the front gate. “it will be troublesome if you got caught by one of our enemies. hm. no matter, its not like i can’t catch you again. i can get rid of anyone who gets in my way.”
even then, a small, quiet voice in his head would whisper that ‘its only because he cares. in his own weird way.’
but he was obsessive and weird and scary and izuku most definitely did not like him. at all.
he didn’t ask for any of this and aizawa shouta deserved some bad karma for force-adopting him every once in a while.
BUT NOT LIKE THIS, he mentally screamed at whatever god thought this was a good idea at getting back at the man.
“are you stupid? do you have a death wish?” he hissed out incredulously, wiggling in his binds in distress not even to escape. “because if you do, leave me out of it! oh my god.”
he felt like he should be at least a little more wary of his abductors but his agitation overrode any fear he had.
“and why are my hands tied in front of me?? why are my legs free, why am i mobile?!? why is your base no more than 2 hours away and why do i still have my sense of time? are you guys new at this or something?? fuck. shit. i’m going to cry,” he babbled into his tied hands. the knot was coming loose and it just made him want to scream even more.
“you’re delusional if you think he won’t find me.” because aizawa most definitely will. the man will find him and drag him back to the house and handcuff him to his room. maybe even the man himself.
“you’re crazy but that psychopath is crazier! its not even funny- oh my god. oh my god, we’re doomed.” he knew he was rambling but he couldn’t stop himself from spiraling.
aizawa is going to be insufferable for weeks. months even.
“he’s going to lock me up. chain me to the house. i’ll never see the sun again,” izuku is hysterical at this point. all his hard work to get aizawa to trust him with just a little bit of freedom; gone!
the corner of his eyes caught a glint of metal, and every thought in his mind went silent. his face blanked as he looked dead straight into his kidnappers eyes for the first time, watching them startle at being somewhat directly acknowledged by grim green eyes.
“hurt me and death will be a mercy,” he said, voice steady, clear and deathly quiet. “kill me and the world will burn.”
eerie silence filled the room for a heartbeat, two and all of a sudden the entire place shook from the impact of what felt like an explosion, causing the whole room to burst into chaos.
izuku slumped back where he sat, shuddering out a shaky breath.
he was found.
he was found, relatively safe and unharmed and the world lives on without the cataclysmic fury and violent destruction that aizawa shouta was capable of, given the motivation.
he couldn’t say the same for his stupid, stupid kidnappers though.
izuku didn’t even realize he was drifting, unaware of the chaos unfolding around him, aizawa’s men doing quick work of rounding up his captors for their impending doom.
he only snapped back into the present at the feeling of a warm body enveloping him in a slightly too tight embrace.
“i’m sorry i’m late,” the man murmured into his hair. izuku’s bound hands twitched as he burried his face into the man’s shoulder. after a moment, the mobster pulled back and start untying his binds, keeping izuku on his lap as he worked quietly, sharp eyes darting all over him as though screening for injuries.
“were you scared?” he murmured, his voice monotonous as usual but izuku could sense something darker about it. he resolutely kept his eyes on his hands and did his best to will them to stop shaking. aizawa was done quickly and took izuku’s smaller hands in his while he waited for an answer.
“if- if you lock me in the house forever, i’ll hate you. i’ll really, really hate you,” izuku says, hoping to sound assertive but his voice coming out wobbly, determined to keep the man’s focus on him, to let himself pretend he didn’t know of the bloodlust that would be unleashed behind closed doors. he forced himself not to shrink under the man’s gaze as he stared at him calculatively before sighing in defeat.
“alright,” aizawa relented, a gentle hand coming up to izuku’s head to push his bangs back so he could meet his eyes. “you can go out and about with my permission and tighter security and i won’t have to put you on a leash, hm? i think that sounds like a fair request,” he drawled out as he gathered the boy into his arms and stood up. izuku grimace internally at the thought of more security but didn’t argue. it was a fair request given current circumstances, he thought sulkily.
they walked in silence as aizawa brought him to the car, not setting him down even as he got in, keeping izuku in his hold. the boy didn’t protest. the engine rumbled to life and the car started moving.
“i’m sorry you had to experience this, kitten,” the man murmured quietly into his hair and izuku finally felt the familiar prickle of tears in his eyes and aching lump in his throat as he hid his face in aizawa’s shoulder.
“not your fault,” he whispered, voice raw as he felt himself start to break.
“rest, kitten,” his dad rumbled lowly, izuku feeling the vibrations of his voice against his cheek pressed into the man’s dress shirt, allowing the steady thump-thump-thump of the heartbeat soothe him. he quickly drifted off, his brain fuzzy enough that he could tell himself that he only imagined the dark, venomous words that promised a world of torture and suffering, that they weren’t real.
“dad will take care of everything, izuku.”