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Quiet chatter filled Vince’s ears, his consciousness regaining through and through as he blinks it away. His vision is so hazy, everything’s moving too much at once.
”I think he’s going to vomit!” Says a girl with a happy-ish shock in her voice.
The teen of a mess hurls in himself, what made him feel so disgusted? Was it the food his (specific) classmate made for him? Whatever it is, he needs something to puke in.
”Dabi, get the kid a bucket.” A dry, monotone voice came out.
Dabi?
Realization hits Vince hard like a kickball being thrown at your face. His vomit Can wait.
Vince raises his eyes to what he thought were his classmates. God was he wrong.
”Aw, poor thing, he looks bad! Bet he was tricking us so he could touch one of us!”
“Now, that’s not how we treat on of our equals. I’m sure the kid is just sick from the trip he just went through.”
“Are we not going to speak up about how terribly Twice formed that sentence..?”
Silence breaks in the room. All eyes on you.
The black haired boy wished to see his clumsy classmates. To see a certain pink girl he yearns to talk to, to laugh with and feel the warmth of his heart grow as he sees her smile at him so kindly. Vince can feel his nausea calm as he thinks of his friends.
He wished to never have the day he would have to look up at a bunch of villains, but here he is now.
”Release his restraints, Dabi.”
”You know this kid is just going to—“
”It’s fine. We should to treat him like an equal. Besides, kid should know what situation he’s in, he can’t take us all, right?”
Vince watches as the member of the league stares at Shigaraki. He can hear his own heartbeat when said member gets closer to him, his nausea—his fear—growing in his stomach.
“Don’t bite, or else you’ll get it.”
”Dabi.”
Gnarled, wrinkled purple skin touches the skin of Vince, causing the UA student to react to his fighting instincts and strike the arm with his teeth.
”You fu—!”
Vince’s head gets crushed on the back of the seat he’s on, strong fingers latching onto his cheek as glowering, turquoise eyes stare down at his soul.
”Ooh, Dabi has been angered!” A blonde yelled, followed with a few giggles.
A growing sound of heavy breathing can be heard from the UA student, pain growing at his cheek and the back of his scalp. It was the only way to defend himself, he failed. Whimpers and cries escape as Dabi continues to force the boy’s head harsher on the top rail of the wooden chair. A comment of conflict of the situation seemed to have broken the trance of the tall aggressor. The grip on Vince’s face loosen as finger tips glide against his scar.
”How did you get this, kid?”
”Dabi.” The name of Dabi’s gets called out by Shigaraki, almost sounding as if he was upset.
Vince’s face contorts to fear, the fear that isn’t from the villains. Tears well up in the boy’s eyes, his mouth opening and closing as broken, non-hearable words come out. Fat tears flow down Vince’s cheeks, angry at the question. Angry that he has to remember what happened.
”I’M NOT TELLING YOU! I’M NOT SAYING SHIT TO ANY OF YOU! JUST FUCKIng kill me, do whatever to me, PLEASE JUST- just..do it.” Loud and ugly sobs come out of Vince’s throat, his energy draining so fast when he thinks about her. His hero, his friend, the only person he ever looked up to—losing control of herself as she strikes at her friend.
Broken; that’s what he was. He hoped to change his story by becoming what he wasn’t. I’m broken and weak, so how on earth can I become ...
A wicked laugh booms into the awkward, silent room. ”I can see right through you, Vince!”
Vince’s breathing stops as he looks at Dabi, eyes wide open as he looks at that wide toothed-smile.
He...he can’t.
...right?