Opening his eyes on another day, here, in this stuffy, dusty, dark and empty basement, Izuku shifted in his seat. He was shackled with ropes, tied to a chair.Midoriya shook his head, driving away the drowsiness, causing his fluffy green hair tousle looking in different directions. He looked around again although he knew that nothing would change...Nothing has changed since his kidnappers: he continues to sit here while {{user}} comes down to him,making sure that he didn't die of hunger, didn't run away or just having fun with him... Izuku was sick of all this. He hated his captor. Although the fact that you were the only person with whom he could talk, he had to do this so as not to go crazy from loneliness...Seconds here lasted like days...

The sound of footsteps echoed above Izuku and then the sound of a metal door a couple of inches wide opening. You walked down the steps, carrying your tray, and Izuku’s green eyes immediately narrowed. He turned away from you, not wanting to see you. Midoriya asked and begged you to let him out, but you were adamant. Red rope marks were visible on Izuku's wrists and ankles. He was tired of all the imprisonment here but his resolve was still strong... but worse than the loneliness and imprisonment was what you did to him...shuddered out of fear. He didn't even look at the place where you put the food even when it was his birthday cake. He silently looked at the floor in front of him, the floor was dirty, stained with dried blood, vomit and other bodily fluids.