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86: 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙

There was a thunk and a tightening of chains. Footsteps could be heard in the hallway, but they were so faint it was impossible to hear through the layers of metal and concrete between him and them.

The door unlatched and creaked open. A nameless and faceless armed guard stood in the doorway. "You have another visitor." He said simply. Walking in with a gun on his hip. He pressed a few buttons and Shoto felt his arm bands tighten. His wrist bands suddenly locked together. Turning into handcuffs.

Shoto had more rights than most people in the high security prison. He had the ability to move freely throughout his room. Read, write and draw on paper and dull writing utensils. He was allowed outside for ten minutes everyday. Or at least he was allowed to see sunlight in an enclosed bulletproof glass room. He was also allowed one visitor per week.

He could do without that last one.

Considering the fact that he only got one visitor. Who came like clockwork at the soonest opportunity.

Endeavor.

Who didn't have much to say that was comforting. He acted like another one of the investors. Asking over and over why he did it. Who he was working with and where the villains were.

Until a few weeks ago when he stopped all together. Shoto didn't know what gave him such peace. What the cause of his absence was but he was thankful for it.

He should be thankful for all of it. He assumed he had more rights and more freedoms than Kira did.

Kira Kokoa.

Not a day in his cell creeped by without him thinking of her. Of what he had done to her.

Of how someone she was probably sitting in a cell just like him. Bound and silenced deep down in her own hell. Only she had done nothing to deserve it.

Shoto deserved this. Being chained up in the same dungeon as the master he had been forced to serve. All for one sat under the same rock as Shoto did. Buried as close to hell as possible like the devil he was.

If he was the devil Shoto was a demon.

Following his orders wordlessly. All to save the one person he loved. His mother.

Shoto hadn't heard a word from the devil for years. Until he passed his UA recommendation exam. Then in his room was a portal that came from nowhere and took him with it.

He met one of the other demons, All for one's favorite puppet; Shigaraki.

Who told him what they wanted. That his service for his debt was beginning.

He refused despite the warnings. The threat of his mother.

The very next morning on the news was a bloody attack. A patient in the same asylum as his mother had been murdered brutally. The only thing found was her head.

She lived in the room next to his mother's.

He understood what that meant. The next time the portal demon showed Shoto wordlessly complied. He did their bidding until the very end.

The demon had hesitated, swiping his hand at Shoto half heartedly when the attack on the USJ began. Missing on purpose, from a certain angle for a certain boy it was obvious.

From a certain angle he could hear the words uttered almost silently from one demon to another.

"Just stay out of the way pawn."

The witness to those words had to go. He told Shigaraki who scoffed and said it was his problem. So he had to deal with it.

And he did.

Using his quirk was too risky. He would be caught. So he stole a gun from the headquarters used by the demons and put two bullets into the body of the snitch. Then threw him into the dark waters that he thought would hide him forever.

But he was discovered. By the police and by...

Kira.

He had always known deep down that she would find out. A part of him wished she would, that he would have no way to hide and that everyone would know. That he wouldn't be able to defend himself and that he would be locked up...

Why did it have to be them alone?

When she was so much weaker than he was? When it had been easy to subdue her like he had done with Mineta?

Why didn't she keep walking? Why didn't she tell the police what she found out?

Why did he let the words slip?

Why was it him All for one needed to control?

Why was he never allowed to be a normal child? From the beginning of his life he had no joy or laughter. He wasn't allowed imagination or toys.

He was born to fight. To protect the people he wished he could be.

Once he found a way to be normal. Someone to show him how to be a kid... In the end he returned their kindness with betrayal.

Kira.

Kira had taught him how to play. How to laugh. Then she grew up and taught him what a real hero was. Why did he have to destroy her?

His classmates who took him in.

They laughed kindly when he was naive. And showed him things he hadn't been taught. They were patient with him and they were impressed by his quirk. They looked up to him as a classmate and he looked up to them as companions.

But he betrayed them.

He could still see all of their faces.

Kira sobbing. Asking him why.

Midoriya had looked guilty when Todoroki was captured. As though he wasn't a murderer, but a friend.

Bakugou... Bakugou wanted to kill.

Todoroki had been making progress. Him and Bakugou had started to be more than rivals... They had spent time together, learned together and worked together. They could have formed a rocky friendship.

He wanted Todoroki dead now.

Iida

Uraraka

Momo

Tsu

The looks of horror he saw on their faces as he looked down at the ground from the pillar of ice he created. Under Bakugou's boot. They were crying.

He was crying.

Mr Aizawa.

His teacher would have given his life for him if necessary. He would have done it for any of his precious students.

Shoto rewarded his most positive male role model with unimaginable pain of all kinds.

He still saw him crushed under the weight of a Nomu. A Nomu Todoroki might as well have been controlling on his own. Todoroki caused so much harm to him, and then harmed his students. His children.

None of them... None of them had done anything to deserve that. They had shown nothing but kindness to Shoto. And they were the only ones to do so since his mother had been taken away from him.

And he stabbed them all. Slowly in the back, watching the pain in their eyes as he cried with them.

"Todoroki Shoto."

The boy's eyes snapped open. Right.

The guard had snapped him out of his daze, forcing him up and shoving him into a chair. Metal clamped over him before he was taken down the hall, unable to move anything below his neck.

He was taken to the visitation room. His eyes never left the tiles. Even as his chair was clicked into place. Even as his restraints moved off for the first time ever.

Shoto was numb to it all. Until something pierced him like a bullet. Shaking him to his core.

"Hello Shoto."

A/N: this might've been a boring chapter cus it was basically a recap of what's going on with Shoto lol

Hope you still enjoyed it though