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Blood dripped down his nose, mixing in with his tears, creating a river of pink that slid down his cheeks and in between the miniscule space of his nose and the muzzle. It slicked his face, wetted his lips, but he didn't pay it any mind.
His heartbeat rattled his chest, shaking his body, as if it was trying to escape him, as if, it too, could not live this life any longer.
He can't do this.
He can't do this anymore.
He ran. Ran for his life, for a chance to escape this nightmare he'd been living in. Ran for some peace, to clear his mind---he just wanted some quiet.
Please, he begged in the silence of the night, the safety of his mind, just give me some quiet.
It was dark now, the school empty---ominous. The hallways were devoid of life, of the eyes that were always watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake, to fail, so that they could all laugh at him as he fell apart in front of them.
The walls were painted in inky shadows, and in the corners of the endless maze of hallways they morphed into the monsters who always followed him. The monsters who have taken over his life and sense of self, who had turned him into a monster of their own creation.
He just ran from Nezu, Endeavor, Tanuki, from Eraserhead. And it took his mind a few seconds to catch up with that fact. That he ran away after direct orders to stay, that his instinct was to no longer fight, to burn alight, but to flee, weak like a rabbit.
He won't let them remove him from UA. 'Cause that was what was happening, that's what Tanuki was always trying to do. To isolate him, to make him reliant, obedient, to lose his strength and be reborn again into the commission's special forces. He refuses to let that happen, to let them take him from Shoto. To lock him up with Deku at the Commision, to turn him into even more of a slave for Tanuki. Shackleing him even more than he thought was possible, taking and taking and taking any last bit of life he had left—his freedom was a thing of the past. Was he ever even free in the first place?
His body ran on autopilot, straight to class 1-A, in the only room he had ever felt a slight feeling of safety in. A place where Eraserhead always surprised him, worried for him---a place where he found the first person to care for him in.
Through the window, silver light spilt into the room, his only solace from the dark that haunted him. His head pulsed from where Endeavor hit him, his vision spotted with black dust. His mind raced, flashing every punishment he has ever received through his mind's eye like a movie. He dropped, the weight of everything taking its final toll, turning his legs weak, grinding his bones into dust.
The overhead speakers crackled, and a sinister voice rang out, sly and greasy, an oil that coats his skin, chilling him to his bones. "Katsuki," Tanuki called, "do you really think you can escape?" The speakers crackled some more, and Katsuki scrambled, dragging himself under the nearest desk, pressing his body to the wall, trying to become as small as he could.
"Do you think you can hide? Try as you might, no matter how long you run or how well you hide, I'll find you."
Katsuki could hear the clicking of shoes echoing in the hallway outside his sanction. His breath hitched, and he snapped his hands over his muzzle in an attempt to muffle his panicked breaths in a useless endeavor.
"You belong to the Commision---to me.You no longer have the option to hide, to make choices. We control you now, our little dog---".
The door slammed open, and in Katsukis peripheral vision he saw black pants and shoes. Eraserhead.
Katsuki shot out from under the desk, clawing his way towards Eraserhead, to Aizawa. Through the constraints of the muzzle he asked, desperation flooding his tone, "Don't let them take me, don't let them take me. I promise, I'll be good, I'll stay out of trouble. This will be the last time I'll ever ask you for something, but please help me Aizawa---".
He looked up, his hands still clutching the dark pants, as silver eyes stared down at him, curved into half moons, a menacing smirk curled on pale lips.
"---But you already knew that, didn't you?" He finishes.
"Tankui," Katsuki whispers, the last bit of hope escaping his clutches. The final chain attaching to his neck, choking him. A hanged man.