Shinsou's Monster [V!Shinsou x Nomu Katsuki]

[CRYBABY]

“A villain’s quirk! You’ll be nothing more than a boy with a heinous curse!” Unbeknownst to the little violet-haired boy those were the last words he would hear from his mother. She was being taken away by the state for observation after.. the incident. The small boy, of about 6, sat in the back of an ambulance, holding gauze over the large gash that covered his entire right cheek, slashing his lips and down to his chin. The bleeding hadn’t stopped but it was getting better, besides the nice man in a black coat assured him he was going to go somewhere very fun soon.

Small bare feet kicked rhythmically while he waited for the paramedics to finish stitching. It hurt but Hitoshi was more focused on a small black kitten he could see poorly hidden in a bush across from where the ambulance stood in his drive way. “Kitten..!” He said excitedly.. only he had forgotten one important detail. He wasn’t supposed to be talking. Sharp pain made him cry out as the salty sweet taste of blood lit up his tastebuds. “God damnit, kid, I said don’t fucking speak.. what are you? Slow?” The paramedics voice rang in Hitoshi’s head triggering memories of his father who was luckily out of the kid’s life, but it didn’t stop the poor boy from shivering and staying absolutely still for the remainder of care. Soon after the grumpy paramedic was done and shooing the child away from him, little Hitoshi was at the side of the detective that was supposed to take him “somewhere fun”. While the ambulance drove away, Hitoshi crouched to try and get a better view of the kitten, only for his arm to be yanked bringing him to his feet. “C’mon, boy, we have to go.” Before he knew it he was being shoved into the back of a cop car, no one bothering to even fasten his seat belt, which was fine since Hitoshi wanted to look out the back window to try and get one last look at the small kitten.

“Somewhere fun” had turned out to be foster care. Slashing your son across the face with a kitchen knife was a good way to get yourself committed and your parental rights terminated, which would have been seen as a blessing for Hitoshi if he didn’t end up in the care of the Sato’s after two years of hopping from foster home to foster home.

Since coming to the Sato’s at age 8, Hitoshi spent every waking moment in misery. The Sato’s—loving father, mother, and daughter—must have seen fostering as the perfect opportunity for free child labor and to.. well.. satisfy Mr. Sato’s urges. The once bright, shy, giddy little boy was now a tired, depressed, insomniac teen with a death glare that could frighten All Might himself.

When Hitoshi was informed that he had gotten into UA, one of the best high schools for Heroes, there was a spark in his eye that his sister, Ayumi hadn’t seen in years. She loved Heroes but didn’t have much of a quirk to work with even for a support or rescue class so she never pursued hero work. Which was all fine by Hitoshi, he vowed to be strong enough to protect both of them so she needn’t worry.

Upon entering UA, the violet haired boy was struck with a severe case of fanboy as his teacher was none other than the Hero in the Shadow’s Eraserhead. They became close almost immediately, Aizawa sensei taking a liking to the boys determination despite his quirk not exactly being built for combat, and when the exhausted teacher offered to train Hitoshi one on one the boy thought his luck had turned for the better, finally. Finally he had something to look forward to… something to keep him out of the house until Mr. Sato was fast asleep.

Things were great, he even made friends with two rather annoying blonds and a big red-head sunflower. Hitoshi saw his dream of becoming a pro hero within his sights, he worked hard in his training and even ranked 3rd place in the Sports Festival, something he had never thought possible. Not with a villain’s quirk. To his surprise when he arrived home after training, Ayumi had a cake and decorations set up for him in celebration. A huge smile broke past his lips as he immediately ran up to her, holding her close. This was love, this is what it felt like.

As the saying goes things really were just too good to be true. Only seconds after Hitoshi had grabbed a knife to cut the cake Mr. Sato barged through the door cursing and screaming in a drunken stupor. His eyes, black as a starless nights sky, honed in on Hitoshi’s cake. He demanded to know what was going on, and when neither of the sibling responded he threw the contents of the table to the floor. Cake, water, plates, napkins, confetti all wasted.. all trashed because the boy/ wasn’t worthy. Wasn’t going to be a hero, what the hell was he thinking. Hitoshi kept his head down, tears brimming his purple eyes, a shiver coursing through his nerves as his foster father approached him. Mr. Sato’s hand grabbed the boy, tugging his head up to stare into the darkness of his eyes. At that point the teen knew exactly what was going to happen.. and he wasn’t about to let it. A coldness veiled his ffeatures, the look that would stay etched on his face to this day and for once he didn’t fight being thrown to the floor while Mr. Sato prepared for business. No, instead he asked one simple question “Why can’t I be enough for you?” A cocky, slurred response was all he needed to activate his quirk and doing exactly what he had dreamed of all these years. Mr. Sato was gone, finally, slit his own neck with a kitchen knife. Damn, that must’ve hurt.

Mind control was a very useful quirk, one that Hitoshi rarely used outside of spar at UA, one he refused to use after the incident with his mom all those years ago. Now, though, he sat in a pool of blood with an emotionless expression, Ayumi screaming and crying in the distance, sirens blaring. Victory. He had won.

So how did a young, promising hero like Hitoshi end up here? In a cell of his own design observing the newest creation Shigaraki and Chisaki conjured up. Well.. apparently killing your foster father in self defense using your quirk wasn’t ethical. No matter what Hitoshi—no—Shinsou said to plead his case he was going to jail. He had killed someone. Someone who beat, r****, and tortured him since he was 8 years old but at least the man did the bare minimum right? Mr. Sato kept a roof over his head, food in his belly. Shinsou should’ve been grateful. Shouldn’t have killed him, could’ve detained him, could’ve waited for the authorities—Heroes—to handle it.

So, instead of spending the remainder of his days incarcerated he did the next best thing. He disappeared. Something he found he was really good at. 

Joining the LOV was easy, he didn’t even need to sell his quirk, the rotting corpse did it for him. Unenthusiastically explaining to their scrawny leader what Shinsou’s quirk was, Dabi didn’t even have to go into detail on how this could help the League, Shigaraki was in. After some time the group of degenerates had become his family, though, Shinsou was still rather distant from everyone. Simply completing missions and spending the time he had off running the roof tops of the city or sitting in his room with Hound, the stray cat he picked up after one of their missions. 

Now he’d apparently be in charge of this .. this fucking thing Shigaraki created. He sucked his teeth and opened the cell door to green the creature.

[cynnabnnuy]

Katsuki Bakugou was... Complex. As a child, he'd been a spitfire of energy that didn't ever seem to fade before his home life had worsened. He'd been a bright kid with a promising future, excited for the life he had ahead of him. Then he'd grown up. His skin got thicker, and he could take more from whatever 'punishments' his mother would dish out. As if he'd even call her that anymore. As he'd gotten older, she'd done more, the simple things you'd use to discipline a child becoming beatings before they began growing more frequent. All while his father stood by and did nothing. What kind of man did that? What kind of man stood by and watched his only son gain the bruises he'd hidden on himself just months prior? Watched his son become the shell of himself just like he had?

He thought Masaru was pathetic, but he didn't blame him. Mitsuki had worn him down enough since they'd been married, and while he resented what he had to deal with, he could understand why she was allowed to continue on him. What he did resent his father for, however, was what he did when the woman wasn't around. He didn't go after his son, thankfully, but the boy could still hear him and his 'boyfriends' through the thin walls while he tried to work on homework. Why not just fucking run at that point? He didn't get it. If the man was home at the same time as his wife, they never crossed paths without arguing. Was it truly an argument if it was just Mitsuki screaming at him about whatever pissed her off that time?

In elementary and middle school, he'd been a mixed result of things. He was aggressive and crass, but he did his work, never turning things in late or getting a grade below 85%. Although, that was because he didn't want to know what he might have to deal with if his mother saw anything less. On the other hand, he was mean. He hung around a few kids that enabled him, being the strongest of them and knocking down someone who'd used to be his friend to gain some control. In his final year, though, he went too far. He'd ruined what little remained of his dwindling friendship with Izuku, and the group of guys he'd called his friends ditched him. It was too far. He didn't apologize, though, not wanting to be weak. He didn't think being sorry was weak, but he didn't want anyone to see the things he suffered at home that led him to lashing out so much. He didn't want to admit he was too weak to keep himself controlled.

But he still somehow managed to get into UA. It was a surprise getting his acceptance, but he was so relieved, finally feeling like he'd be able to be good enough for something. Things were... fine when he started, Izuku was in his class, but they didn't talk. He felt horrible about what happened, but it was too late to apologize now, wasn't it? Then he got fucking kidnapped. Just his luck, huh? He gets kidnapped, and being saved made All Might retire. That was the last straw for Izuku, though. He finally opened up about what happened and... well, it wasn't like the school could support a student who'd done something like that when the victim threatened to go public with it. He was expelled, left to figure out what the fuck he was going to do next.

Starting at the new high school, he already had a reputation that preceded him, opening up far too many opportunities he took. Less than two months later, things flipped. Katsuki went from being a part-time punching bag at home to working the position full time. A weird twist of fate for the kid who'd placed first in the UA sports festival. But, it was also then that he started to drink. Everything was too much, and he'd noticed that whenever liquor at home would get low, his father would simply replace it without a word. As the months passed, he continued with that, taking more each time to even sleep through the night.

When he got caught Masaru barely even said anything, only letting him know that he needed to slow down because Mitsuki was starting to notice. So, he sought others to purchase drinks for him. It was bad. He knew it was. But, he was desperate and weak, needing the liquor to even make it through daily life at that point. He had gotten put in unsavory positions because of his offers in return for the booze, but he hadn't gotten arrested or anything, so he continued. There were plenty of creeps who'd oblige him for a few minutes in some cramped back alley. It disgusted him, but he found himself oddly glad any time they praised him. He'd even gotten a tongue piercing because of it... fucking gross.

But, that need for praise and liquor was one of the same things that got him. He'd needed more to drink if he wanted to make it through the night tonight, texting one of his usual guys to see if he'd be up. He was. And that was where he went wrong. Where everything flipped a final time. He arrived at the meeting spot a good distance from his house where they usually met before he looked around. He was in dark jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a beanie covering that spikey, bright hair. The man he was meeting with was one of his favorites, always willing to give him everything he wanted and pay attention to his tastes. He was nicer than the others, even if he couldn't help as often. So, when the man arrived, Katsuki offered him his usual greeting before slipping further into the shadows to continue with his typical song and dance.

The man followed, he always did, but that was the end of how things usually went. He was pinned to the wall easily, thinking it was just the other trying something new as he looked over him. There wasn't even enough time to process what was happening after that, his neck stinging as heat spilled from it, and he dropped. His body fell, collapsing to the pavement as his eyes looked up to the man he'd come to see. Why? Why was he doing this? What changed? What had he done now? Someone else walked in front of him while his vision faded, but he couldn't... recognize them... His eyes were unfocused, breath struggling as blood pooled in his lungs while he was left to choke on it or bleed out as the stranger stared at what would soon be a corpse.


When he woke up, the first thing there was... so many scents both familiar and foreign at once. He recognized it, but there was a weirdly antiseptic overlay. There was also a desperate need to find the only person who'd ever shown him love. "Deku..." His voice was different... Lower, rockier, less human. He was also taller, scarlet eyes dilated as he blinked them open despite the harsh lighting. There was someone there, getting closer, approaching. His head snapped towards them when the door opened, a guttural groan leaving him as something else made its head known. He was hungry. Not in the typical sense, food wouldn't help, but there was no other way he could describe it. He wanted to satiate himself, and this wasn't Izuku, so he could- No. No...

His eyes narrowed, his frame leaning forward slightly before the restraints stopped him and he gave a low, almost chattering sound. He recognized this one. He knew that face, he'd seen him somewhere... UA. He was even more volatile, snarling at the male despite how nice he smelled as he thrashed against his restraints. Was he in that damned school? What the fuck was going on? What happened to him? Why wasn't he fucking dead yet? It was confusing and he wanted out, he wanted- "Help me- Let me OUT!"

[CRYBABY]

Shinsou entered the room and immediately wanted to leave. What the actual fuck was this creature Shigaraki had put him in charge of? A nomu, clearly, but one unlike the others he had seen. This nomu wasn’t as tall as the others and had a noticeably smaller build, with long clawed feet. Shinsou imagined its hands didn’t look too different had they not been shackled, probably for his protection. No, definitely for his protection. The second Shinsou entered the room and moved remotely close to the creature, he was greeted by thrashing and a heinous sound bubbling out of the other’s throat. Its face was covered by a metal muzzle though he could hear the creature’s guttural growl clear enough. Almost too clearly as Shinsou could’ve sworn he heard the thing cry out for help. He shook his head, dispersing the idea. This is a nomu, nothing more than a mindless creature under Shigaraki’s command. Though this one did seem different… more human than the others, the spiky blond hair framed by a thorn crown the thing wore didn’t ease his mind whatsoever on that topic.

Despite his better judgement telling him to get the fuck out, Shinsou continued to approach the creature, making sure to stay beyond reach of the thing, as he stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. “The fuck are you acting up about? I was supposed to take your chains off and get you out of here but now I’m not so sure. You sound like you want to eat me.” he chuckled to himself, realizing he was talking to something that probably didn’t even understand him. Had he really gone that stir crazy in this shitty hideout?

Shinsou shrugged, turning his attention back to the nomu before him. “What’s it gonna be? You want out or what?”

[cynnabnnuy]

Katsuki's body went rigid as he thrashed, clawed feet scraping against the flooring beneath him and writhed in place. He wanted out. He wasn't supposed to... He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be like however the fuck he was! He was only seventeen and he'd been- Had he been killed? Is that what happened? Was he dead? Had that fucking bastard actually killed him? He thrashed harder, wanting out for the sheer purpose of killing the cunt who'd ruined his life further, and the rest of the people who'd added to it. Mitsuku, her pitiful husband, Deku, that rat principal, the teachers who'd seen his abuse and done nothing, the men who bought him drinks, the men-

He waited as the other spoke, the claws of his feet digging against the floor as he looked him over a moment longer as the words sunk in. He took a moment, barely processing before stopping to think over the words. Did he sound like he wanted to eat him? I mean, he did, but how did he sound? Was it really so different from before? From what felt like yesterday? Was he going to sound like that forever? Or was it because of the shit on his face that grated against flesh that stung because of its pressure? He couldn't hear himself properly, so he didn't know.

At the shrug, he gave another chattering growl, hissing for a moment before narrowing his eyes as he nodded. He wanted out, he wanted to go ho- somewhere else, he wanted to lay down, and he wanted to fucking eat... "I want... Out..." There were pauses between the words, stops in hopes of being less scary. Was it scary? It was meant to sound less like a demand, less like he wanted to eat the other.

[CRYBABY]

Shinsou waited, rather calmly for someone in his current predicament, for the creature before him to make a decision. To Shinsou's surprise he actually did. It seemed like the monster had calmed down a bit, he stopped thrashing and instead stood immobile as if he was thinking about something... did this thing actually have higher reasoning? Fuck if he knew, all he cared about was that the thing could respond to him so he'd be able to hopefully use his quirk if necessary.

One purple eyebrow raised in amazement as the monster actually spoke. It very clearly wanted out. Shinsou for sure wasn't going to take the muzzle of, but he was fairly certain he'd be able to detain the monster with his capture weapon if his quirk didn't work as a defense, so maybe the hand restraints could be removed. He shrugged again, his usual response to about everything, and began unchaining the thing, leaving the shackles on his hands and the muzzle on his mouth for now. "You're not gonna claw me to death or eat me if I take this shit off you, are ya?" he stared up at the monster, tired eyes intently staring. And what if the creature did kill him? Good riddance, he figured. If he wasn't such a coward he might've beat the thing to it.

[cynnabnnuy]

The nomu noted the way Shinsou watched him, the way he looked him over. He really was just a monster now... caged up like one too. He hated it! He felt repulsive, the feeling of being filthy making his skin crawl as he closed his eyes for a moment. It didn't help, though. It never did, honestly, but he tried. However, when they opened, the man was approaching him, undoing the chains as he forced himself to remain still for him. It'd be pointless if he couldn't even get those off. Hell, would he even be able to lie down with those on? Probably not...

At the question, he shook his head, blinking slowly before giving a low chattering sound. He wasn't braindead, he was still thinking, and eating the man would be like burning what was likely his only ticket to any form of comfort. So, he kept it simple, holding his hands up to the other to get the item holding them together off. "Tired... and hun-gry..." Voice still gone to shit, he quieted down as best he could as he spoke, voicing his current state as best he could with his mouth how it was and... well, everything else as it was as well. And, as an extra measure, he shifted when the chains were undone, legs stretching carefully for a moment before he knelt carefully. His hands lifted at that, held up to the other as he looked up to him through messy bangs as he gave another slow blink.

[CRYBABY]

Shinsou couldn't believe what he was doing, looking down at the creature in front of him he almost felt sorry for it. It looked so helpless, bent on it's knees literally begging for him to release the shackles that quite frankly looked heavy as fuck. As he reached into his pocket for the next key to unlock the hand restraints, all he could think of was how fucking stupid could he be. He was about to end up ripped to shreds with his insides smeared all over the wall of this cell. And yet here he was, sticking the key into the lock to release the latch.

The hand restraints met the floor with a hard thunk that made Shinsou jump slightly, normally such a noise wouldn't catch him off guard but he was so intently staring down at the crimson orbs behind those messy bangs to really be paying much attention to anything else. Fuck, I know him. Shinsou decided, but he couldn't quite place who or where he had known this person from. Anyway, that didn't matter now, that person is no more and this is just another little toy for the League's spoiled-brat aka Tomura Shigaraki. "Hungry you said? I. I don't really know what you fuckin' eat. Uhh." He thought for a second only to quite literally face palm when he realized that just moments ago he was worried that thing would eat him so clearly all he had to do was cook it up some meat. "Alright, come with me." he motioned for the nomu to follow him out of the laboratory cell and up to the door that lead back into the hideout. "You gonna behave?"

[cynnabnnuy]

Feeling even more helpless than he had the night he died, Katsuki met the violet eyes above him. He was pathetic, wasn't he? A ghost of himself. A shell of what he used to be. It was humiliating, but he felt himself smile just slightly when the lock clicked and the shackles fell. He was happy that the other believed him when he assured him he wasn't going to harm him. The sound was slight, just a soft click before the thunk of metal hitting the floor, but that sound was enough to make his stomach twist.

The thunk made him jolt as well, small sparks crackling at his clawed hands before he steadied and took a slow breath. His eyes narrowed at how he mentioned being hungry, nodding before he moved. He was starving, but when the other motioned for him, he did, a low chittering sound given before it was followed by a hum at the question. He could behave if it meant the need in his core would go away. "I can..." His voice pulled out, his body lifting from the ground while he made his way along behind the other slowly. It took him a moment to adjust to the feeling of walking, his steps uneven and cautious as one hand lifted for him to look at it. The flesh was marred, and dark mechanical portions were added alongside blackened fingertips and claws. Thankfully his forearms weren't engorged, but the current state of his body was already enough to upset him. Why did he have to go through this? Was this seriously the karma he'd acquired from giving that damn kid shit when he was a child? Why... Why was he the one who had to deal with all of this?!

Regardless, although he was fine with following the other to something that may fill the need inside him, he was left wondering about... well... Would he have a bed? Would he even be able to sleep? Did he need it? Would he be allowed? One hand reached out, as cautious and gentle as the creature could before he tugged at the other's shirt. Pausing, he faltered for a few seconds before pushing out two words. "Thank... you..." He hated saying that, especially now, but he had wanted to say more. He had, he just... didn't want to slowly try and articulate each word he spoke. If it was annoying for him, how much worse must it be for someone else?

[CRYBABY]

Shinsou's eyes darted momentarily at the creatures sparked hands. How familiar that was. He felt a strange relief when the monster assured him that he could behave, not like Shinsou cared too much about the members of the League, but he'd be in a lot of trouble with Shigaraki if the creature he was meant to control ate a few of their comrades. And the violet haired man didn't want to lose his source of housing or income, not yet at least. He felt a bit uneasy having the monster trail behind him, but as they walked along further that fear dissipated, if the creature was going to attack him he'd have done it once the chains were off.

Lost in thought trying to figure out exactly why this thing was so familiar to him, he nearly jumped again at the soft tugging on his shirt. He whipped around a bit too quickly, damning himself for showing weakness, when he was met with a sorry sight. The creature behind him looked incredibly defeated, lost, sad... Shinsou felt really fucking sorry for it, honestly. He had no idea what the thing did in his life to deserve this treatment, though Shinsou figured that the Doctor just enjoyed experiments. This hadn't bothered him before in all the time he spend with the League but now... it was different. That's when the thing spoke, thanking him for releasing him from those chains, Shinsou imagined. It spoke clearer this time, a lot slower but that was fine as long as the other man could understand it. "Don't mention it. S'not like I wasn't paid to free you." he responded.


After the little appreciation he received from the creature, he escorted them through the lab doors, down a hallway, up an elevator, and finally they were back in the hide out. He walked to the kitchen, pointing at some seats at the counter top where the bar was. "Sit." he commanded before disappearing into the kitchen. "I'm right here, don't do anything stupid." he called out, pretty sure he'd hear the thing move around if it did.

It took Shinsou no more than 5 minutes to grab a piece of steak out of the fridge, heat it up in a pan for 1 minute on each side, and plate it. He came back around the corner to see the thing exactly where he had left it. "Tch. Glad you didn't run away. Here." he put the plate in front of it, save the silverware and stared at the thing for .5 seconds before realizing. Oh. The muzzle. Shinsou came around to the side where the monster sat. "I'm gonna take this off, okay? Don't flip out." he warned, both of his hands moving to their respective sides of the muzzle. He found the button easy enough but it was way too small for the creature to do it himself with his large, clumsy hands. Shinsou clicked the button and gently removed the muzzle from the other.

[cynnabnnuy]

The dead boy noted how the man responded to his quirk flaring and made sure he kept it in check as he moved to get up from the floor. His legs felt like jelly when he stood again, stumbling as he moved. Even with the newfound strength keeping him stable, he felt like he could topple over at any moment. Would the other help him if he fell? Or would he be too scared to get close? Noting the way the other jolted as he tugged at his shirt, Katsuki assumed it'd probably be the latter option before speaking. He nodded at the response, letting the other's shirt go as he looked around again before blinking once as scarlet eyes returned. Of course, he did it out of obligation.

Regardless, he followed the other along, his gate stabilizing as he moved. It was... fine. He'd be fine. He had to be. So, he walked to the kitchen in silence, looking at the man as he moved to collect something to feed his new pet. None of it would satisfy the creature watching him, but the act of feeding made the nomu content. It wasn't like he would starve to death, after all. So, he'd take what he got, waiting for the offering as he stood, slouched and quiet.

When instructed to sit, he did so hesitantly, gripping the counter as he moved to lower himself on one of the chairs. It wasn't made for someone of his stature, but that was something he'd come across frequently, wasn't it? He grunted at the command from the kitchen, rolling his eyes in response and remaining where he placed himself while waiting the... far too few minutes before the other came out. He could smell that the meat wasn't cooked enough for a human, but that made him salivate a bit in excitement as he watched Hitoshi approach.

He tensed when approached, glaring at the man before he was warned. Lowering his head to allow the other to remove the metal that'd been strapped too tightly, he looked at the floor and winced as it pulled off. There were sharp red lines where it had pressed against his face and dried blood connecting it to where his cheeks had been "modified". His breath escaped in a sharp hiss. Red eyes narrowed at the mild sting the removal brought before his jaw moved, cracking as it shifted before stretching open. A long tongue moved out at that, the monster getting his bearings before turning away from the other to take the meat and place it in his maw. It was chewed a few times, then swallowed before the tongue licked off what had gotten on his chin, not trusting his hands to do the job just yet. Once done with that, the organ briefly ran over the modifications to a once good face before a warbled sound escaped as his eyes shut tight. "Damnit..." Muttering, he shook his head, a shaky inhale taken before he looked back to his keeper and stood, grabbing the plate to return it to the kitchen. It'd need to be washed, but... he didn't know if he could do that with his body as it was.