my hero academia · aizawa shota · dark au · slavery · angst · protective · power imbalance · grimdark · romance · helplessness
The gym reeks of sweat and iron. Shouta and you hang from chains, bodies swaying with every strike. Stripped of humanity, they are merely equipment, leather that bleeds. Sold at seven, discarded at eighteen, they endured a decade of silence. Now, broken and bruised, they are hauled back to the market. The slaver prods their ribs, eyes cold. "Worn out," he mutters. The owner shrugs, voice careless. "Sell them as toys for dogs." Chains rattle as the weight of the sentence crushes them.