His Knight in Shining Armor

Chapter Two

Trigger Warning: Self Harm, Smut, Rape, Abuse, Bullying

Katsuki POV

After finally getting all the glass out of my slim fingers, I decided to head upstairs to my room to do some homework. I quietly and quickly trailed upstairs and headed directly to my bedroom and closed and locked my door for my own safety. I let out a deep exhale and sat down next to my bed on the floor. I put my bag down next to my legs and looked through it, taking my homework out of the thing. I decided on math first, it being my best subject and I immediately got to work.

Once finished with all of that, I put everything away and stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Bloody nose again. Cuts all over from the glass table.

‘Ugly’
‘Useless’
‘Pathetic’
‘Weak’
‘Slut’
‘Idiot’
‘Cock Lover’
‘Brat’

These words storm through my head as I take a look at myself. Someone told me to kill myself once. I tried. I tried overdosing on my anxiety medication. Maybe, cutting is the best option for me. Maybe, if I hurt myself, I won't be able to feel other pains. I'll be numb. Right?

‘Right.’

There's that voice again. It tells me the same thing I hear everyday, and it's the one who suggested overdosing. Even he was disappointed that it failed.

“If I do this, do you think that he'll start to love me? If I cut again? If I feel pain for him? Will he love me back?”

“Of course. Listen to me and he'll fall for you. Just like you fell for him. He'll love you.”

I hesitantly nodded, as if actually speaking to a real person and trailed over to my nightstand. I dug through the random things that cluttered it and found what I was looking for. My beloved box of razors. I sat on my bed and opened it, taking out one sharp piece of metal and throwing the rest back into the nightstand. I pull up my sleeves and look at my wrists. They had cuts already. I gently pressed the blade against my skin before pushing it down and gliding it across my slender wrist. It stung for a moment, but I quickly got used to it.

‘One’
‘Two’
‘Three’
‘Four’
‘Five’
‘Six’
‘Seven’
‘Eight’
‘Nine’
‘Ten’
‘Eleven’
‘Twelve’
‘Thirteen’

I stop at the said to be, ‘unlucky number’. I like that number. We have something in common you see, about being unlucky.

‘Hey, why not some more on the other arm? Another thirteen maybe? Don't you think that he'll just swoon if he sees them?’

“Swoon? He'll do that much?”

‘Of course. Listen to me. He'll fall head over heels.’

I believed in what this voice said.

‘Thirteen’
‘Twelve’
‘Eleven’
‘Ten’
‘Nine’
‘Eight’
‘Seven’
‘Six’
‘Five’
‘Four’
‘Three’
‘Two’
‘One’

I counted backwards this time. Both of my arms leaked a dark crimson color, close to my eye color. Then suddenly the doorbell rings and I shoot up. I frantically look around and find bandages that I quickly wrap around both of my arms as neatly as possible. I then heard my mother's voice from downstairs.

“Katsuki, sweetie. Izuku-Kun's here to see you!”

My mom, looked exactly like me. Or well, I looked like her. My mom had given up on trying to stand up for me, but she takes drugs out of guilt. I hate that. So much. She deserved much better than the piece of shit she married. Why is Izuku here? “Hold on please!” I yell from my room as I roll down my sleeves and quickly add foundation over my abuse evidence. I then went downstairs and a smell slapped me in my face. A horny alpha. A scent I knew well. I wish I didn't respond. “Hey Izu-Kun.”

“Hey Kacchan! Ready to work on that project?”

I knew better than to go against his word. I nodded my head and he followed me back up to my room. We had no project. My parents couldn't smell him because, he had marked me a while ago. It was fading now though. The moment the door closed and locked, I felt myself being shoved  to the floor and I heard the sound of Izuku dropping his school bag and stripping. “Izu-Kun please... I don't want to do this anymore.”

(I purposely made this cringy. To me anyway.)

“Shut up and just strip, Bitch.”

“N-No please... I don't want this.”

He didn't seem to like those words because he snatched me up by the collar of my shirt and threw me onto the bed and began taking off my clothes. I kicked and punched at him and tried escaping like always, yet I didn't succeed. He punched me in the jaw and elbowed me in my gut. Soon enough, we were both naked, and I was bent over my bed, mg arms being restrained behind my back and Izuku, positioned himself at my entrance. I tried one last time. “Izu-Kun, please-” I didn't get to finish my sentence before he shoved into me. Tears spilled from my eyes. It hurt. He went in dry. It hurt so much. I didn't get anytime to adjust before Izuku began harshly thrusting into me at a quick pace. I began sobbing, the pain familiar, but still a lot to handle. “Izu-Kun please!! Sto-” Izuku began purposely hitting my sweet spot.. Or well prostate to make me shut up. The pain was quickly replaced by unwanted pleasure. “Izuku stop it please!” Loud moans escaped my lips at this point, I was sure the neighbors could hear. Everything felt so good, but terribly wrong at the same time. I feel so close to my climax, I can feel the knot in my stomach unraveling. Then all of a sudden, there's a strong grip around the base of my member. Izuku must have sensed I was close.

“Not yet.”

He groaned, continuing at this merciless pace. “Izuku-Kun please!!! I needa... Let go!” Despite my pleads, Izuku ignores me and continues ramming into me. Then I start to feel him knot and I shake my head. “No.. Please Not again.” I muttered out as I suddenly feel a lake of warm liquid fill up my hole. But he didn't stop.

This continued for three hours.

Izuku pulled out and began putting on his clothes. I lay in my bed, motionless. I can't move. Not one bit. My body aches so much, yet I give a hurt smile. “Goodbye Izu-Kun...” I say in a hoarse voice as he walks out of my room with his things. I blankly stared at my wall as I heard the front door close, and then stomping footsteps. I'm then grabbed by my hair and slung to the floor.

“You fucking whore!! You can't keep your legs closed can you?! If you're pregnant again, so help me God!”

I felt a sharp kick to my stomach and then another to my head before I blacked out.

“Just die already, Brat.”