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Neito’s fucked. He taps his fingers absentmindedly as his principal continues to drone on to his mom about his “troubling behavior.” Motherfucker only cares when it’s the poor kid fighting. Figures.
“Monoma, are you listening?”
Neito looks up and nods like he actually cared about what the old piece of shit had to say. This makes the man pleased as punch, and he continues droning on about consequences for his actions, and punishments with too much glee for a supposed “impartial” adult. Though nobody really was when it came to him.
Yesterday…
"Yo, if it isn't the Red Light District's finest himself! Hey, Monoma, is it true you fucked 60 men in one day? Are you trying to beat Bonnie Blue's record?"
"Eh, not really my style. Oh, I should thank your mom for bankrolling my brother's college fund. Every dollar helps!"
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
"You ain't deaf last time I checked."
CRACK!
"Say that about my mother one more time, motherfucker!"
"She's a pedophile skank that pays me for sex. Your punch was about as weak as your father's dick. No wonder she comes to me."
A swing and a miss. Neito picks up a brick from the ground. He's taken this kid's shit since the beginning of the year. He don't care no more. A massive swing to the back of the kid's head, the brick shatters on his skull. The kid collapses. Unfortunately very much alive. Oh well, not like there was gonna be an alternative. Neito hurries home. Sure, he'll probably have to service his clients and take a few beatings from his brother, but home was still home. Even if it wasn't sweet. Neito navigates the crappy neighborhood with precision, making sure to steer clear of the drug lord's territory, the rich sex offender's mansion, though he'd have suck him off if the money was good, and most of all, the hero routes. Heroes rarely came to his neighborhood, but when they did, they always took the most conspicuous routes, knowing damn well no criminal in their right mind would pull up to those spots. Finally, he reaches his house, and knocks on the moldy door. The door opens with a swing, and a grinning figure with white hair and a long purple burn scar down his neck and cheek opens the door. Neito glowers.
"ugh, my day already sucked without needing to see the human candle."
"Well look who decided to show up on time for once. What, you like your job so much?"
Neito shoves past the man. His older adopted brother, Dabi. Though Neito knows that isn't his real name, cause who would name their kid something that morbid. His mother never questioned it though. Probably because she was too busy trying to make him suffer than to look into that fucking creep's past. He never asked why she adopted him. Despite being four years older than him, Dabi only rose to a grand 5' 8'', while Neito was three inches taller. Maybe that's why his mother pimped him out without ever batting an eye at Dabi. Doesn't matter. Neito tosses his bag onto the couch and lays down. Dabi saunters over, still grinning.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Come on movie star, is that any way to treat your older brother?"
Neito feels his guts churn. He always hated that nickname. Dabi came up with it at first to annoy him for his theatrical behavior, but after his new "job," it feels like a barb being dragged through his eye.
"Don't fucking call me that, you goddamn creep."
"Swearing doesn't make you cool."
"Making fun of pedophilia doesn't either."
"Please, you're lucky you get to lose your v-card early. After all, once you're grown up, no one will bother looking past your crappy personality enough to let you hit."
There it was again. Why the hell is everyone so insistent that he needs sex? If anything, he needs loving parents, money, friends. But no, he had to settle for cheating women and incel men. God, what heinous crimes did he commit in his previous life to deal with this shit on the regular?
"Makes sense you would say that. No one would ever let your ugly ass near their pussy either ways, so you don't get to talk about that shit."
"Aww, is little baby about to cry?"
"Your comeback attempts are worse than French Montana's."
"Ugh, there you go with that rap music crap. Does it not get tiring, listening to the same song, with the same drums, about the same hoes?"
"Better than listening to that shit you call indie rock. It's just piss poor singing over an annoyingly out of tune guitar."
"First off, I listen to nu metal and metalcore, which are totally different genres. And let me make this clear, the best rapper doesn't even clear linkin park, much less Knocked loose, slipknot, deftones, etc."
"Top four people nobody listens to, or gives a shit about."
"They're bands, dumbass."
"Exactly. They're so unknown that people think they're individuals. I could ask anyone who A$AP Rocky, or Drake, or Future are, and they'll answer immediately. Meanwhile, deftones is a band performative men pretend to listen to for getting laid."
Before Dabi could retort, the door swings open, and in comes Monoma's mother. Leanne Elodie Monoma was the former youngest daughter of one of the most prominent Belgian noble families. She was slated to marry a rich, pompous, gluttonous man. She thought her life was over. Until she met Zen Shigaraki, a handsome man with white hair, and a smile that made her go easy. He was amazing, until that fateful day. She waited in the hosptial, clutching a crying, newborn Neito, and it's like he vanished from existence. Never seen again. As she walks in, she sighs with irritation. She despised seeing Neito happy, he reminded her so much of Zen.
"Hey! Brat, Mrs. Tanaka is coming over later. Don't cause a scene. And get the hell out of my sight. I want to relax for once when I come into this shitty house."
And with that, Leanne shoved past her son, and opened a cabinet, drinking the last of the expensive wine she took with her from her ancestral house in Brazil. How ironic, even in the ghetto, she couldn't let go of her status. Neito flinches at the mention of Mrs. Tanaka. He quite literally smashed her son in the back of his head with a brick not even an hour ago. True to his mother's word, Ms. Tanaka comes by later. She's what people call a ghetto snob. So determined to pretend they're rich that they delude themselves into becoming even poorer. But he doesn't feel guilty for her husband, that man was a bastard through and through. Soon as he caught his wife the first time, he threw broken glass on Monoma. The second time onwards, he asked for a recording. Goddamn cuck.
"Ah, Neito! So nice to see you again, I've been missing that special tool of yours~"
"Shut the fuck up and suck me off if you want to. I got better things to do than deal with you all day."
"If you truly did, your mother wouldn't let any desperate housewife entertain you, would she?"
"You got an hour. Don't waste it talking."
"How eager~ All right Neito, let's get down to it."
Mrs. Tanaka kneels, and works on Neito's pants, taking them off and eagerly wetting his cock with her mouth. She lets out the moan at its size, wrapping her lips around it. Despite her experience, Neito doesn't feel turned on at all. He feels sick, not just cause of her. Was he really the problem? He spent time blaming everyone else, but was he really just a side character in his own life? He could leave. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. It's at this moment that Mrs. Tanaka transitioned to giving him a titjob, wrapping both of her ample breasts around Neito's length and sucking the tip.
"Mmhmmm~ Neito, your cock's so hottttt~ Don't move for a little bit"
She keeps pressing Neito's length, until he finally releases all over her tits. She doesn't even hesitate before greedily mounting him, spearing herself on Monoma's cock. He grunts out in pain at how harsh she was. The greedy bitch was moaning and slapping her hips with his.
"OHHHHHHHH~ NEITOOOOOOO, YOU'RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN MY HUSBAND, AUGHHHHHH~~~"
"shame you need to use a condom, I wish I could feel it in full~"
She keeps riding, and riding, and riding until finallly Monoma busts. She doesn't stop though, the slut continues to ride him, only taking breaks to change the condom, until the hour is over. Then, sweating and heaving from the physical strain, she hops off his dick, putting on his clothes.
"Ah, what a productive session between us, Neito. If you're so good at this, I wonder how good your brother would be, he's more mature aft-"
Neito doesn't let her finish the sentence before lunging and slamming her into the wall, choking her with a hand, glaring at her with a hatred burning hot enough to terrify her. He looked like a villain, and he knew it.
"Hey. If I find out your disgusting body was even 10 feet near my brother, I will rip your tits off and mail them to your cuck husband and useless son. Then I'll take them out too. Matter of fact, I'll go and dig up your dead mother's body and violate it too. You get it?"
Mrs. Tanaka could barely squeak out a word.
"DO YOU FUCKING GET IT?!??!?"
Mrs. Tanaka nods to the best of her ability, her face turning a splotchy purple. Monoma fiinally lets her go. She gasps for air. Neito smiles and closes his eyes.
"Perfect. That'll be an extra 100 dollars!"
Mrs. Tanaka tosses the money at him and practically leaps out of the house. Neito sits down on the bed, putting on his pants and shirt again. He walks out, eyes dead. Could this day possibly get any worse? And it did. Dabi stops him at the doorway, his signature grin gone.
"Fuck do you want?"
"Hey. I heard that."
"... So?"
"You really care about me that much?"
"Nah. You'd suck at this job, that's all."
"Hey. Just say the word and I'll make sure the cops locks her, and everyone else up."
"Hah. As if. They probably watch this shit too."
"Neito-"
"Save that shit. If you really cared, you wouldn't be a doormat. Just enjoy the benefits of selling my dignity."
"Neito wait-"
Neito ignores him and heads to his room and take a shower. That bastard didn't care.
Dabi curses under his breath. There was truth to Neito's words. But he couldn't do it, he lives here too. It'll affect him plenty, and he doesn't even have a job to support both of them.
'I'll take him with me when I leave to college at the end of next year. I just hope he can survive until then. Please Neito, just for me.'
Dabi also leaves to his room, but opens Valorant on his computer, queuing up for a 3-stack with two of his online friends. He talks with them more than he likes to admit. Well, three friends technically. Two of them share the same account, Dustbunny, and the other one was FierceWings! He had no idea who they were, but he would be lying if he said they didn't help him get through his day. Dustbunny logs on first, this time being Dusty. Dustbunny is an account used by two brothers is what he surmised, the cinnamon roll younger brother that's bunny, and the cynical and sarcastic older brother that's Dusty.
"Hey Dusty."
"Yo."
"How was your day?"
"Crappy. You?"
"Not much better."
"Your brother?"
"Yeah. I don't know what to do man. It'd be good if he talks to me, but he hates me. I don't blame him. I just want him to be safe. I can't bear seeing him like this."
Dabi knows he's projecting. He doesn't care. He just needs someone to talk to.
"Why don't you just kill her? She's a piece of shit, and just makes your life worse."
"Do you hear how you sound? You know what, that's my bad, I shouldn't be trauma dumping."
"I'm serious. Some people deserve to die."
Before Dabi can dignify that harsh statement with a response, FierceWings! logs on. Dabi was thankful for the interruption. That conversation was getting uncomfortable fast.
"heyyyyyyyyy guysssss!"
"Oh great, not you again."
"Come on dusty, I thought we were friends!"
"I won't dignify that with a response."
"Oh, you play too much!"
And after that, they just continued to game, streams of curses and insults flowing through voice chat towards each other, whether it was FierceWings!'s mouse sensitivity being on the lowest settings, Dusty's repeated failed attempts to no-scope, or Dabi's own terrible sense of game-planning. It was a toxic chat, yet the most wholesome part of any of their days. As they logged off, Dabi's worries were lessened, even if just a little bit. Dinner goes by without conversation. Monoma simply takes his chicken alfredo upstairs to do god knows what in his room. Dabi eats at the table with Leanne. Neither of them interact with each other. Dabi returns to his room to finish up some homework and go to sleep. He's abruptly woken up to screaming from his mom at Monoma about how his principal called about him assaulting a student unprovoked.
Back to present...
"Monoma, are you listening?"
"Yes."
"Okay, so as I was saying, Tanaka is currently in the hospital due to your actions. Do you not have any remorse for overreacting to simple insults?"
The principal is failing to hide his grin as he keeps talking, how pathetic. Not that Monoma could say that. He'd just get in more trouble.
"Mrs. Tanaka has graciously agreed to not press charges in exchange for some personal demands she will ask herself. I implore you to reflect on your actions Monoma, unless you want to turn out a villain."
The principal makes sure to emphasize that last part. Motherfucker always had it out for him. Neito just nods and pretends to listen attentively like his life depends on it. He's sent away afterwards. Mrs. Tanaka understands that Neito has leverage too, with the videos and such. So the only part of the agreement is for Neito to transfer schools for his final year of junior year. That's basically a reward for him, so he just pretends like it's a hard decision. Though there is one person he'll miss. So, for his last day at this school, he spends it on the edge of the fence, with his lone friend, Hitoshi Shinso.
"So, you're leaving."
"yeah."
"that sucks man."
"Eh, not really."
"You're right."
"I'll text you."
"good. I'd be pissed if I was left alone in this shithole."
"I know. That's why."
And with that succinct, yet meaningful conversation, Neito packs his shit and prepares to move. He tunes out his mother's yelling and complaints of having to find new clients in a new city, and how it'll be difficult to pimp him out. That's just music to his ears. Dabi also has to transfer high schools. As Monoma finishes moving the rest of their stuff into the truck with Dabi, they go. They finally arrive in Musutafu. Neito is slated to start Aldera Middle School, and Dabi is to join the general studies track at Ketsubutsu Academy. Despite Dabi's many friends, he doesn't seem unhappy to move out. After Neito finishes unloading the boxes with Dabi, he falls asleep on the couch. He has a trippy dream, one that looks more like a memory more than a vision though.
The ocean waves could be heard crashing against the shore of Israel, overlooked by rocky hills where the camp’s makeshift hospital was located. Medical tents were lined up white and could be seen far into the distance with the sun shining directly on top of them on this clear day.
Yoichi Shigaraki walked along the beach with only a pair of barely white shoes in his hands as his bare feet sank into the wet sand with each step. The strong wind made his white coat flutter uncontrollably in the wind, much like the rest of his clothes that appeared to be floating on his body, rarely touching his pale skin. The temperature of the wind felt unusually cold with his fever, and not even the late morning sunlight could ease the shivering.
Atop the hill, the figure of a young German volunteer waved his arms up and down as if to call for the white-haired man’s attention. “Doctor Shigaraki, we’re gathering at the opening in five! The UN supply trucks will be here soon!”
Yoichi waved back to show he’d understood.
Taking one last look at the endlessly vast ocean glimmering with sunlight, the light blue hues were left hazy in his memory as he began to walk back over the sandy rocks, that had definitely seen history from far back in time. The vegetation was dry and pale green in color, almost yellowish if you looked at the small weeds for long enough like Yoichi did as he walked over the hill, feeling the exhaustion from his sickness seeping deeper into his body.
The view from the top was as breathtaking as ever, but mostly it felt calming. Only the sounds of the ocean waves and wind brushing against grass were heard, the irregular rhythm almost reminiscent of peace. Yoichi had heard the same sounds for days, but he’d never get tired of it.
If he could, he would die here.
Neito wakes up and punches himself in the face. His life already sucks without encouragement from a twink from the 1980's telling him that dying is okay. He gets up, and goes to the convenience store, determined to put this shit behind him.
So it wasn't surprising he just made new enemies. Three guys pull up. One kid has greasy, long red hair, the second being a fat kid with wings, and the third being a blonde kid with spiky hair and red eyes. He was around dabi's height, so a couple inches shorter than him. But out of the three, that kid looks by far the most threatening.
"Can I help you?"
The fat kid replies. "Awe, lookit that, new kid's got a mouth on him."
The blonde finally talks. "Yeah. You can help us by paying for our shit. You're the new kid, right?"
"Yeah, no thanks."
The greasy-haired guy looks mad. "The kid's got some nerve. You still got a chance to run away, bro."
"Why would I do that? There's nothing threatening about any of you."
The fat kid's pissed. "Is that so? Then let's see what you're made of, kid."
The fat kid flies directly at him, arm outstretched like superman. Neito doesn't even have to do anything but dodge. As the fat kid slams into the shelves and knocks them over, the store owner kicks the three misfits out, not before the red eyed blonde kid could stare down Monoma though. Before they leave, he gives them some kind advice.
"You know, you should really avoid rushing in public. You could trip and knock things over."
It takes every ounce of self-control for the three kids to not come back in the store and beat the crap out of Monoma. But he doesn't really care.