Vigilante

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Midoriya was sore, to say the least. He kept getting beaten up by the villains while he was chained to the wall, but he kept grinning and insulting the villains like he had nothing better to do.

Scratch that. He did have nothing better to do. He couldn't do much when he was chained to a wall, after all.

He earned a fair number of bruises and stab wounds, maybe a broken rib or two. All in a days work. His mom used to do that to him, after he had been officially declared quirkless. Those injuries were nothing new to him.

He didn't know how long he had been chained to the wall though. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few days, he couldn't really tell. His wrist, the one that Shigaraki had almost finished disintegrating, was starting to throb, as well as his multiple other wounds that had probably opened up or were made worse by the thrashing he got.

It was starting to become a cycle. Get picked up from his cell, let himself get chained to a wall for who knew how long, insult the villains as they tried to "interrogate" him, get beaten up, try to retaliate somehow, rinse and repeat. Add a dash two heroes acting like mother hens towards him and maybe a few more exposed muscles and bones, and his experience in the hands of the villains could probably be summed up.

Midoriya couldn't help but feel that this entire situation was so, so familiar. His bullies from preschool, Kacchan being a harsh, swearing mother hen that tried to beat up anyone that even looked at him wrong. It seemed like the world decided, hey, you didn't suffer enough as a child. Here. Take an adult version of everything that happened to you as a kid. Instead of getting a bruise, break a bone. Instead of getting a mild cur from a rock, get a knife buried in your gut. Instead of walking around covered in black and blue bruises, just bleed out and die.

He wasn't allowed to treat his wounds though. He felt a lot warmer than usual, even though he still insisted on wearing his hood. The body of the hoodie and sleeves were slowly getting shredded though. Midnight had pointed out that he was too warm, but Midoriya just passed it off as all of them being disorientated due to being stuck in that cramped, unsanitary place for so long. But Midoriya couldn't help but worry that his wounds were infected, since having a fever was a sign of an infection.

He also started to suffer from bouts of dizziness. Most of the time, he suddenly felt nauseous while he was being roughed up, so he had attributed it to the possible blood loss he was suffering from, or maybe a concussion from when a villain punched him in the face too hard, or backhanded him into the wall.

The poison wasn't helping his situation as well. Maybe the poison was causing the fever and the dizziness. Midoriya couldn't really tell which symptom was a result of which injury since there were too many causes and effects. He was good at permutations and combinations, but the dizziness in his head wasn't helping as he tried to figure out which part of his body was hurting the most.

He was fine, right? He wasn't going to die so soon. He couldn't afford to die so soon.

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His captors were getting worse.

Midoriya had a ridiculous amount of pain tolerance, and didn't even seem to be bothered by their methods of trying to "convince" him to spill the weaknesses of various heroes, if the amount of mocking and smiling and trash talking Midoriya did was an indication of anything.

The villains decided to take it up a notch. They couldn't kill him, after all. Shigaraki wanted him to suffer. So they made it into a competition: Who could rough the vigilante up and get the most reaction out of him without killing him.

It started small. He was kicked around a lot more, knives and various other weapons were taken out, and he could feel his skin and flesh getting cut apart, blood dripping all over the place.