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Hitoshi Shinso should not have been at a party. Especially not this one, but here he was. Standing in the corner of a busy living room. Despite the large number of people buzzing around the room, Shinso was utterly alone. He wasn't supposed to be here. Sure, he was invited, but he definitely should not be here. Not with his past, not when he was having a shitty week, not when he didn't have the self-control to not get high.
He knew his foster parents would be mad if they found out what he was doing. They didn't even know about his past. About his problems. They probably had their assumptions, but Shinso had just moved in with them 2 weeks ago, and they hadn't said anything yet. Shinso had no plan of them ever knowing who he really was, no, what he really was. A fucking addict.
According to his fosters, he was with a friend. Part of him wished he was with friends, but it's not like he had any. His quirk had made sure of that. Everyone was too scared to talk with him, and those who weren't were the one who would hurt him the most. So, the whole friends thing just doesn’t work for him.
Shinso hated parties despite going to them constantly. He only ever showed up for the alcohol and maybe to score something a little stronger than that.
"Hey man, I don't recognize you. You from around here?" A voice spoke. It took Shinso a second to realize they were talking to him.
"Me?" Shinso spoke with a slight discomfort, pointing to himself. He wasn't really a people person. He just wanted to drink in peace.
"Yeah, what's your name?" The voice said again. Shinso couldn't fully make out the person over the flashing lights in the room.
"It's Shinso." He didn't ask what the person's name was. He frankly didn't care what their name was. He just wanted to get really drunk, maybe high, and then leave.
"Cool, nice to meet you, the names Ito." The person stepped closer to Shinso. He could now make out the short black hair of the person in front of him. He was pretty sure the person was a few years older than him, but he couldn't be sure. He was a bit tipsy at that point, and he wasn't quite thinking straight anymore. Or even seeing straight.
The person he now knew as Ito reached out to shake his hand. Shinso lightly took his hand, shaking it before letting go.
"So, what brings you here?" Ito asked him.
"Nothing much, just wanted to get drunk, maybe high, then leave." Shinso said honestly. It's not like he would see this Ito person after he left this house. What does it matter if he knows why Shinso was really at this party.
"I may be able to help with that." Ito pulled out a small bag from his pocket, and Shinso immediately recognized it as cocaine.
Now, he knew he shouldn't. Like he really shouldn't. Yet he was too tipsy to care. One thing led to another, and now here he was, in the bathroom, snorting lines of coke off the counter with a complete stranger. It's nothing he hadn't done before. He had a habit of doing dumb things just to chance the feeling of euphoria, and this was definitely dumb.
He looked at himself in the mirror. His pupils were giant, and he looked like shit. He just didn't care. He used the back of his palm to wipe the excess powder off his nose, then he started to walk out of the bathroom. Like he always did after doing drugs with someone. He'd do them, then walk out like nothing happened. Just as he was touching the doorknob, he felt a hand harshly grip his wrist.
"You didn't think you could just do that for free, did you?" Ito said. It didn't sound like he was asking Shinso an actual question. It's more like just pointing out the fact that Shinso had tried to leave without paying him.
"Um- I don't have money, sorry." Shinso shot out the words quickly with a sniffle, trying yet again to walk out, but the grip on his hand just strengthened.
Ito didn't say anything as he yanked Shinso towards him, gripping the younger boys' waist harshly.
"Well, you can always pay me some other way~" Shinso tried to wiggle his way out of the stranger's grasp but quickly realized the older boy was significantly stronger than him. He tried to speak, tell him to back off, to just leave him alone, but it's like his voice had disappeared.
Shinso opened his mouth to try and speak once again, but no noise would come out, not even a squeak. He tried every possible thing to show that, as a matter of fact, he did not want to pay the guy back this way. Any other way, but not this. He thought it must be the drugs in his system, making him unable to say anything.
"Quiet one, are we? Well, I can change that. " Ito's words held a certain malice behind them. Like he knew that this situation would happen and that it excited him.
Shinso couldn't make any sounds of protest before Ito was behind him. Ramming himself into Shinso. All the purple haired boy could do was cry. Letting out small noises with each thrust. He didn't want this. He wanted nothing more than to go home and get even more high, to the point where he couldn't think he didn't want this. Anything but this.
It felt like hours before the man was done with him. Once Ito was finished, he just walked out of the bathroom, leaving Shinso behind like he was garbage. Shinso was shaking, sobbing in the corner of the now empty bathroom, and the shaking wasn't just the drugs anymore. He stayed like that for who knows how long. To him, it felt like forever. It felt like nothing was real, but it also felt like everything was way too real.
Once Shinso finally mustered up the courage to get up off the floor, he regrets almost instantaneously. A pain shoots through his legs, as he watches a mix of blood and cum run down them. He just cries more.
Somehow, Shinso ends up standing in whosoever house this is shower. Scrubbing himself down to try and get rid of the feeling of hands touching him. He sobs the whole time, his tears never able to fully run dry. The shower must have lasted 20 minutes before he gets out, limping as he puts his clothes back on. He wraps his hoodie tightly around his shoulders before he looks down at the counter where he had done coke before, seeing that there was a small amount left. He leans down and quickly snorts the last of it. Then he reached his shaking hand out and opened the door.
He still doesn't say a word as he walks into the kitchen of the house, grabs a full bottle of vodka, then walks out of the house all together. A few people gave him weird looks, but no one said anything to him.
He doesn't remember finding a random alley to sit in and chugging almost half a bottle of vodka. He wasn't crying anymore, instead just hiccuping with labored breaths. He didn't want to feel. He just wanted to go far far away, to where he was safe. That's when he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number without thinking.
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Hizaishi was worried. His foster kiddo, Hitoshi, went to someone's house for the first time since he had been living with Hizaishi and his husband, Shota. He couldn't sleep, he may have only known this kid for 2 weeks, but he really cared about him. Something in his gut was telling him something was wrong, but he tried his best to convince himself that he was just being paranoid.
It was nearly 3am, but he couldn't sleep. Shota was out on patrol, so he was left alone in the house, his only company being their 2 cats.
Now Hizaishi wasn't expecting anyone to call him. Especially not this late, but his phone was ringing on the coffee table. He quickly picked it up and looked at the number.
It was Hitoshi.
Hizaishi answers almost immediately.
"Hey kiddo, what's up?" Hizaishi said, trying not to let his concern seep into his voice, but that concern only grew when he heard his foster son speak back.
"Zashi- '' His kid's speech was slurred, like he was drunk.
"That's me. Are you okay?" The concern was definitely seeping through into his voice now, he couldn't help it. Hitoshi was obviously drunk, and he could hear the wind in the background, meaning his kid was outside, and probably alone too.
"I- ne-ed yo-u to pi-ck m-e up." Hizaishi could hear his slurring more clearly now, along with the hiccups. Hizaishi didn't even think before he was up off the couch, grabbing his keys on the kitchen counter, and walking out to his car.
"Where are you Hitoshi?" Hizaishi asked, starting up the car.
"-I don'-t kn-ow. In- an all-ey so-mew-here '' Well, that didn't necessarily help Hizaishi, but he was determined to find his son. Hizaishi ended up tracking Hitoshi's location with his phone's GPS. Once he gets the kiddo's location he practically leaps out of the car to get his kid, finding him hugging his knees, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand, and his phone in the other.
"Hitoshi. Are you okay?"
His shaking kid looks up to him, making eye contact, and just shakes his head quickly once before looking away again.
Now Hizaishi wasn't stupid, he saw the kids' pupils, and well, alcohol just didn't do that to your eyes, but right now, getting Hitoshi home and safe was all that mattered. He could worry about the other stuff later.
Hizaishi gently grabs Hitoshis hand and slowly pulls him up, noticing just how badly Hitoshi was shaking. He would be lying if he said he wasn't really worried. His son was on something, drunk, and was clearly not at all okay.
Before he knew it, the two of them were in the car driving home. Hitoshi was staring out the window, not saying a word, he hadn't said a word since he hung up the phone. It's a long car ride home, almost 45 minutes. Neither of them say a single word as they drive. When they pull up to the house, Hizaishi helps Hitoshi out of the car, and helps him walk to the house.
Once they get inside, Hizaishi lets go of Hitoshi on the couch, and grabs him a glass of water, sitting in front of the shaking boy.
"We can talk about this in the morning, for now just try and sleep it off." Hizaishi says, his watchful gaze set on Hitoshi.
Hitoshi just lays down on the couch, and closes his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately. Hizaishi can't help but feel a bit relieved, he knew his kiddo wasn't okay, not in the slightest, but at least he was safe, here sleeping on the couch, and Hizaishi knew if he was going to OD he would have already, so he just let his kid sleep.
Hizaishi doesn't let himself sleep, though, instead spending the hour before his husband came home staring at the kid. His kid. He feels like crying when he finally hears the front door creak open, revealing Shota in his hero costume.
"Zashi? What are you doing up?" His husband says, confused, slipping off his shoes, and walking towards Hizaishi.
"Hitoshi, he called me drunk, telling me to pick him up. I think he's also high, but I haven't been able to ask him anything. He's just been sleeping on the couch." Hizaishi says, actually starting to cry a little bit.
Shota sets a hand on Hizaishi shoulder lightly.
"Okay, we'll figure this out. How about you try and get some sleep, Zashi. I can watch him." Shota says, taking off his capture scarf, setting it down on the counter, before sitting down next to his husband.
Hizaishi didn't want to leave his son, but he really needed to sleep, hence how he ended up sleeping on Shota's shoulder.
It's almost 9 when Hizaishi wakes up, Hitoshi is still sleeping on the other couch, and his husband is in the kitchen brewing a cup of coffee. Hizaishi lifts himself off the couch and walks up to Shota, making himself a cup of tea. The two husbands don't say anything as they both make their morning drink of choice. It's only once they sit at the table that they start to talk to each other.
"What do we do, Sho?" Hizaishi asks, gesturing at the other room, where his kid was sleeping.
"I think we just have to wait and see. Figure out what happened and go from there." Shota says.
Hizaishi nods at him, taking a small swing of his tea before setting down his cup again.
"I'm worried about him." Hizaishi says after a minute.
"Me too, Zashi. Me too."
The two just sit in silence after that. Shota quietly doing paperwork as Hizaishi sits, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. Though neither of them are actually paying any attention to what they were doing.
It's almost noon by the time Hitoshi wakes up.
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Shinso wakes up with a throbbing in his head. Actually, it was more like a full body ache. Once he opens his eyes, he immediately squeezes them shut again at the sight of the light. It takes him a few minutes to actually sit up and process where he was. He was home. Which meant his fosters were home. Which meant they knew. Shit.
The memories of the night before come crashing back to him. The party. The drugs. Ito. Everything after that was a complete blur. He was slightly shaking at the memory of Ito. He felt so stupid. He could have just used his quirk on the man, could have just yelled out, could have pushed the man off him, he could have run away, but he didn't. In his drug induced state, he didn't even think to do any of that. He just let it happen.
Shinso was still shaking. When his fosters come into the room.
"Hitoshi, we need to talk to you."