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Dabi woke up feeling groggy and his head was pounding, how much had he had to drink last night? Fuck. Trying to get comfortable only made it worse he just couldn’t lay right, everything felt raw and sore.
Trying to sit up he realised he couldn’t all the way, confused he looked at his wrists. Why the fuck was he in restraints? Okey … that’s weird, he doesn’t remember how he got those, maybe he just had a bit to much fun with someone last night and let them get him drunk and dom him (wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened).
He looked around trying to make sense of what is going on when he realises his legs were tied together and he waist is tied down to some sort of table.
Slightly panicked Dabi took a breath and calmed himself, he’d just use his quirk to free himself and then he’d fry the fucker who’d done this to him.
Dabi flexed his hand trying to ignite his flames … but felt nothing. He tried again … and nothing.
A horrible feeling started to grown in Dabis stomach, he was in deep shit.
Dabi tried to calm himself down, he looked around to see if he could recognise anything but he didn’t have a fucking clue where he was right now.
It looked like a child’s doctors office, white walls with an animal print feature wall. A big white door with a glass window at the top other than that there were no other windows in the room. There was several cabinets and a desk with a lap top on it, there was also a wall full of charts hanging off it but only one seemed to be written on. Dabi tried to sit up further to read what it said but he was too far away, he threw himself backward in frustration.
That’s when he realised.
He wasn’t in pain. There was no constant dull throb that he had felt everyday for as long as he could remember. He quickly sat up, his breath quickening as he found it harder to breath. He stared at his arm his jaw agape in total shock.
His scars, his burns. They were gone. The purple, painful marks had vanished from his skin with not even a trace left of them. It was like thy were never there to begin with.
This is when Dabi really started to panic.
He thrashed wildly on the table he was strapped to, screaming as loud as he could all the while trying to ignite his quirk. He didn’t know what his steps where once he got himself of the table, but it sure as hell would be burning this place to the ground.
Just as he started to scream again, the big white door slid open with a swooshing sound and in walked a woman. Dabi stared at her, trying to remember if he had seen her before but him mind was drawing a blank. He didn’t recognise her.
She walked in confidently, bag in hand. Her greeny blue hair was tied into a bun, her silver glasses slide slightly down her nose and her white lab coat swing as she walked. She made her way towards the man and stood to the side of him, examining him. This pissed Dabi off.
Dabi - Bitch, what the fu…
The lady lifted her hand and spoke in a calm but stern voice.
… - Stop.
Dabi felt his mouth shutting as he hovered uncomfortably, holding himself up against the restrains. What the hell? He tried to talk, hell, he tired to shout but his mouth wasn’t moving.
… - Sorry about that. You weren’t meant to wake up for another half hour but I guess your body metabolised the drugs faster than we anticipated, I’ll need to take a note of that.
The last part of her sentence was mumbled but Dabi was still struggling, trying to make some sort of noise. The lady noticed and a pitiful looked covered her face as she stepped closer to Dabi and gently pushed him back onto the table, reliving his discomfort that was starting to cause cramps in his back.
… - Aww sweetie, I know this must seem very confusing but don’t worry your in good hands. I’m Doctor Akachan, but we’ll save the rest of the introductions for later on, right now lets focus on getting you settled in.
Again Dabi tried to talk but nothing came out, a look of rage and frustration covered his face as he tried to move and realised he couldn’t do that either.
The Doctor hummed before stroking his hair sympathetically, Dabi wanted to roast this woman alive and watch her burn … but a part of him deep, deep, deep, DEEP and I mean DEEP down enjoyed the affectionate action he had never received as a child due to Enji being … well Enji and Rei being too traumatised by her husband to even touch him without flinching but that Disney mean he’d ever allow himself to enjoy this moment.
For the love of All Might she had him strapped to a chair and for all he knows she was about to conduct all sorts of experiments or torture on him.
Dr Akachan - I know you must be very confused darling so let me try and explain the best way for you to understand.
Her tone was slightly condescending but also sickly sweet, it was like how someone would talk to a child who couldn’t find their parents. No matter how much Dabi hated it he confined to listen, hopefully he’d find a way out.
Dr Akachan - You’ll be staying here at what we like to call “The centre” for now on little one, once you have acclimated to your new life you’ll be able to explore more of the facility but for now we’re going to take it slow. Me and the other nurses will care for you and provide you with everything you’ll need. This will hopefully give you the happy and care filled childhood that you never had but to do this some changes have to be made.
She starred at him trying to gage where he was emotionally while Dabi just stared back in confusion. What the hell did she mean, “give you the happy and care filled childhood that you never had”? What the fuck was going on! Every passing moment only made Dabi grow in frustration, he just wanted to know what the hell was going on.
Dr Akachan - I know you must feel frustrated right now and I understand that this must be hard for such a little person to have all these big feeling but please know that your safe here.
Dr Akachan - You may talk.
Dabi felt the sudden control of his voice come back, he swallowed. He still couldn’t move his body but this would have to do for now.
Dabi - What the hell do you think you’re doing your crazy bitch? Let me fucking go!
Dr Akachan - Ah, Ah little one. I see we’re going to have to do this the hard way and I was wanting to get you settled in first.
Dabi was confused until Dr Akachan placed her hands on the restraints and suddenly the waist restraint was untied and he was being flipped over onto his stomach. He couldn’t see what was happening but he could make out the Doctor walking over to the cabinets, opening and pulling something out before shutting them and walking back towards him.
He struggled to make out what she was holding, he wished he could just turn around and fucking look but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried.
Meanwhile the Doctor had made quick work of his pants, cutting both legs and sliding the torn peace’s of fabric off the poor baby. She then did the same with his underwear until he was left with only a simple white shirt on.
Her attention then went to the three injections that laid on the small surgical table that was just out of Dabis sight. She covered his behind with a surgical gown with a cut out directly above his right cheek, she sanitised the area before injecting the first serum.
Dabi was confused when he felt his clothes being cut off, he was even more confused when he felt something being put on top of his ass then she started … wiping him? It was cold and uncomfortable as it rubbed on his sensitive skin. He had not fucking clue what was going on.
A sudden wave of tiredness took over Dabi as he blinked, he felt exhausted.
Dr Akachan - It’s okey little one if you’re tired, have a nap and I’ll wake you up later.
Dabi eyes started to grow heavier, his mind growing fuzzier as he finally slipped off into a deep sleep. Trying to fight against it seemed impossible so he gave in and soon his breathing evened out and his tens body relaxed.
Dr Akachan smiled, aww how cute. She was happy he had finally managed to fall asleep (even if was with the aid of medical drugs). The rehabilitation program was hard and required a lot of treatment but she would make sure that the little one got what he deserved.
She sanitised the area again before injecting the second syringe into his behind. The liquid had a yellowish tint to it and its purpose was to transplant more fat cells onto his little behind. If all went to plan the boy would have the most perfect little bubble butt.
Cleaning away the small surgical gown and moving the tray closer the Doctor turned to his back. Using the scissors she cut away at the shirt so there was enough room near his spine where the shirts material wouldn’t interfere. Sterilising the area before she injected the final syringe, its blue liquids job was to physically regress the boy to a more manageable size.
Once she was finished she cleaned everything and safely disposed of the used syringes. The Doctor then walked over to her desk and started to fill in more on the boys chart.