Warning: this story is a bittersweet drama. Content featured in this story includes sensitive subject matter that includes violence, rape, and prostitution. If this is not your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading this.

On the second floor of UA High School is the girls' bathroom. Reserved for the seniors, the bathroom was not to be used during instruction, or unless there was an emergency from one of the students. It was the decision of Ochako Uraraka as she sat idly in Kayama-sensei's class to raise her hand to use the restroom. The teacher stopped her lecture, turning to the student in question. Ochako gave her teacher pleading eyes of her duress of using the toilet facilities. It was met with a sigh as she pointed to her to leave her classroom. The brunette responded with a gentle nod of thanks before grabbing the hall pass from the teacher's desk and making her way out of the classroom.

The hallway during class was a fair contrast when transitioning to other classes. Instead of students running through the halls, tossing papers at classmates, leaning against the lockers, or occasionally, reaching for a textbook for another class, she felt like a loner in the vast hallway of learning. She let out a silent laugh as she reading the sign that was above her.

She pulled out a stick of gum from her jacket and begin chewing. Spearmint was her choice this afternoon. She borrowed it from one of her friends during P.E. class. If she would like to call them friends. She couldn't remember the last time she had a dependable person. Nowadays, everything is conditional. Everything has a price. Everything has a consequence. There was no such thing as a free lunch, her mother would recall to Ochako. She couldn't remember if it was before or after she hit her daughter. By this time, she could no longer recall the reason. Tardiness of curfew? Phone calls from school? 'Accidentally' borrowing her hidden stash of weed under her mother's bedroom? Ochako lost reasons to care. Like everything in this world, it falters at some point.

So, why start to care now, she thought as she headed towards her destination.

Her mother lost her job as a nurse after her accident when Ochako was thirteen. The family had to live on disability. It wasn't long when her father died from a work accident. Because of his working under the table for lack of job experience and lack of education, the family was unable to reap the benefits from his job. They didn't have any insurance on him. It was because of the community that his coffin and funeral were paid for. Since then, Ochako's distrust of people driven her to a point where she decided to go reclusive.

When she was fourteen, her mother resorted to alcohol for comfort. What started as an occasional glass would turn into an everyday habit. Because of constant violations of the law, her mother eventually lost disability benefits. Using her daughter as an excuse, they were able to go into welfare. Instead of issuing funds responsibility, she would often make trades with neighbors in exchange for more alcohol.

Ochako didn't have a say. If she did, it resulted with a hit by her mother. She remembered the first time when her mother struck her. It was when she entered her final year of junior high. She returned home excited about her joining the poetry club. It was met with a slap to the face with a bottle from her mother. "Poetry club? Your stupid ass would always have your head in the clouds, you ugly girl. Why not get a job and provide for this household, you lousy cunt?" Ochako ran from her drunken mother, blinded with hot tears and wincing pain from her face.

A pain that would form a scar on her cheek.

Her sulky mother apologized to Ochako, telling her that it wouldn't happen again. She has since heard plenty of times after that. Slaps to the face, kicks to the stomach, punches to the back. Holes in the wall, cracks on the mirror. Evidence of where her mother's apologizes resided. Faithful and devoted to her mother, she never reported it. Make-up covered the wounds. She attended school faithfully and dutifully. She always kept a smile on her face. "One day, I am going to make someone smile. And that smile is going to change the world."

Her aspiring words turned cold the day when her mother brought a date home for the evening. She was fifteen at the time. In her mother's drunken stupor, she told Ochako to call him Uncle. Obeying her mother, her uncle supplied her with much alcohol and barbiturates that could take down an elephant.

On the same night of her mother's introduction of her uncle, she was also raped. In the dead of night, her uncle sneaked into her bedroom. He held her at knifepoint, using the sharp razor as his threat, his defense, and his aid as he cut open her undergarments. He covered her mouth as the knife pressed on her neck. His sweaty body and groans filled the room as Ochako's first time were silently taken away.

No remorse as he climaxed inside of the distraught, distressed teen. She was even forced to wash the sheets that were covered in her blood. He watched her as he gave her orders. He even forced her to scrub the mattress. At the end of the night, he gave her a threatening message. "If you tell anyone, my goons will come for you and your bitch of a mother." Ochako would never forget his toothy grin. He licked the knife as his arms were folded. "Let's think of this night being a good night for the both of us. I showed you good things. You showed me a good time. And hey, you made me smile with your nubile pussy of yours." Wincing from the pain of her aching groin, sore from the forcing of his hand around her mouth and her neck, she continued to clean. It wasn't until he grabbed her by her flushed cheeks. "Would you smile for me, pretty girl?" She remembered the taste of his breath. It smelled like a brewery and cans of sardines. "Would you smile just this once?" Because of her refusal, he slapped her. Hard enough to cause unconsciousness. He spat at her, looking smugly at her before laughing. "Fine, be stubborn then. You are no better than the whores I force myself upon on. You will end up like a stain on the hotel floor. Misbegotten and forgotten, you wench."

Her uncle departed in the night. He took the rest of his drugs and their money with him. That very morning, Ochako's mother stormed into her bedroom. She angrily accused her of sending him off. She was attacked and beaten. Ochako didn't flinch. Ochako didn't cry. She did nothing. The feelings of hope and aspirations faded away. Ochako just kept her eyes open. It was a thousand mile stare.

Ochako wasn't the same Ochako since that day.

Ochako stood at the foot of the restroom entrance. She was very fortunate that the heavy wooden doors blockade any sound that penetrated the restroom. She scanned around for others before giving three silent knocks. Her knocks were returned with four silent knocks. She heard the door unlocked and saw someone standing in front of the door.

"Hey, Uraraka."

""Sup."

Ochako entered the restroom. The restroom was a standard restroom. Painted in the color of pink, it had four stalls and four sinks. It had an elongated window that extended on top of the wall. It was also the only restroom with an air dryer. However, this restroom was currently reserved for a more sinister purpose.

"You have your end of the bargain," asked the stranger. The purple-haired girl gave the brunette a glare. Ochako didn't respond as she reached into her pocket and handed her the money. The purple-haired girl gripped the cash, stuffing it into her pocket. "He's currently busy at the moment. Take a chill pill and relax with me, Yaoyorozu and Kendou for a minute. Utsushimi has dibs at the moment."

"Whatever, Jirou," she told the purple-haired girl.

"Utsushimi is in there giving him his most pleasurable experience," smirked Kyoka.

"I said what the fuck ever," scoffed Ochako. She didn't care. Were the moans and grunts coming from the bathroom stall evident, she questioned herself. The brunette's eyes met with the others. Each girl was sitting at the end of the stall. The redhead named Itsuka was smoking a cigarette. The black-haired girl named Momo was kneeling while glaring at her cell phone. The purple-haired girl stood behind, counting the collected money. She whistled. "Good, we have enough to pay his mother."

"Thank God," the redhead whistled. "Lately, she has been up-ing the prices." She clicked her tongue. "Often strange for a mother to rentboy her own son."

"With a boy like that," said Kyoka. "I pay to get a taste of him. Dick, ass-pussy, and all any day of the week." She turned to Momo. "What's your opinion?"

Momo looked at Kyoka for a few seconds before returning to her phone. "Camie needs to hurry her ass up before sensei finds out."

"I thought you paid off sensei," said Kyoka.

Momo's eyes glared at Kyoka. "I thought what?"

Kyoka bowed apologetically at Momo. "Forgive me, boss. Is our debt with sensei covered?"

Momo nodded her head, relaxing the wrinkles from her forehead. "It's covered." She clicked her tongue. "You are going over there tonight to cover that debt."

"Yes, boss," answered Kyoka.

Ochako's reasoning for joining this gang was based on the need for a support system. Since her mother kicked her out when she was fifteen, the gang became her family. Since then, her distrust of people driven her to a point where she decided to go rogue and hang with Momo and her crew. Although she was a force of her own, it was the power in numbers that promoted her ego. Since then, her loyalty to the crew was strong. Fortunately, she hasn't faced trouble with the law. However, her attitude and her personality gained her a harsh reputation from school and at her foster home. She has been suspended on numerous occasions for fighting, vandalism, and truancy.

These were the lost ones. The girls that were on the highway to hell without any regards, remorse, or regrets. It was the end of Ochako's ninth grade year when she made acquaintanceship with the circle of discord. They met at a P.E. class. The premature adolescents that didn't care less about health and fitness whereas they could channel their energy on promiscuity, debauchery, and the like. The lost souls were what they described themselves.

The ones that care forgot, or better yet, abandoned.

Momo Yaoyorozu was the leader of the pack. A self-made girl who had predestined her future at the age of seven, after losing both of her parents to drug overdose and suicide to loathe society and return it with the hell of her choosing. She had the mastery to know the schematics of any classroom and how to take advantage of any student out there. To Ochako, surviving high school meant being apart of Momo's team.

Kyoka Jirou, Camie Utsushimi, and Itsuka Kendou were the names of Momo's enforcers.

Itsuka was a petite tomboy who carried the world on her shoulders, wore her heart on her sleeve, and had a chip on her shoulder. Because of her fierce reputation, her unspoken nickname was Basket Case. A juvenile offender, she has spent many months in jail before returning to school on the condition she abide to her probation. Amazing that they had allowed a sexual deviant to return to school to lurk on unsuspecting boys. According to Kyoka, she has a counselor that watches her after class, but it had never stopped her on pursuing boys.

Kyoka was a loose cannon. She bounced from school to school until she admitted into the juvenile system based on numerous attempts of runaways, truancy, and robbery. Diagnosed with Opposition-Defiant Disorder, she was prone to violent lashings at students and teachers. At fifteen years old, she already has her first strike on her criminal record on an attempted murder of a classmate a few months prior. She served six months due to her being underage. At sentencing, she gave the judge certain hand gestures and smiled without having any remorse. The judge's words were "you will be back and I hope I am the one to hand you the life sentence."

Camie was a different story. She was Momo with no class. A leader, but a path to hell was her destiny. She came from a broken home. She was conceived from rape and her mother returned the favor to her along with the many boyfriends that came into that home. The oldest of the group, she was also the beauty of UA High. However, many should not let her physical appearance undermine her true nature. She was currently on probation and has been bouncing from group home to group home since she was in the second grade.

If the school could define these girls, their rightful word was lost.

Ochako took a seat across from the girls. She grabbed a cigarette from her breast pocket. As she took a drag of her cancer stick, she patiently waited her turn for her taste of pleasure.

"Give it to me," cried Camie. "Give it to mama. Take it. Take it. Take it." Her voice displayed exhaustion, which concerned Ochako. She saw a cell phone on the floor in the stall, recording the events unfolding.

"How long has Camie been doing this to Izuku," questioned Ochako.

Kyoka scratched her head. "I don't know. Maybe forty minutes. I mean that boy was unrelenting, but me, Kendou, and Utsushimi put him in his place." She licked her lips. "He had some fight in him, but damn, we got him. His mother sold him, we paid up. We want sex, he gives us sex. Want to go next?"

She turned right. "Not right now. Just surprised that he could handle it all."

Momo exhaled a puff of smoke. "A worthy investment indeed, Uraraka. I think he is going to work just fine." She looked at her phone. "We have enough time for one more before school ends. His mother will meet us nearby to collect the money. She is allowing us to use her apartment to finish you guys' turn."

Itsuka tapped the ashes on the windowsill. "Quite a great mother. Selling her son to earn money." She shrugged her shoulders. "Not my problem. Ain't that right, Uraraka?"

Ochako didn't listen to their comments. Her focus was what was going on in the bathroom stall. "That's it. Take that pussy. Take that pussy. I am coming. I am coming." She heard Camie ebbed in the afterglow of her orgasm. The stall opened. Camie was half-dressed and unkempt. She swayed her hair as she straightened out her uniform. She turned around. "Thanks for the party, Deku baby. You were a blast."

Ochako walked to the stall where she carefully opened the door. Her mouth went agape at the scene of her discovery. Izuku was sitting on the toilet seat. His body was tilted back. She saw his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He wasn't moving.

"Midoriya, are you okay," asked Ochako with concern.

"Nah, he's fine," said Kyoka. "His mother says that he often does that when he is in shock. He will be back to his normal self." She began grinning.

"I've enjoyed it," said Camie. "I can't wait to do it again soon."

"As of now, I am up next." Itsuka started to disrobe her clothing. She reached into her backpack where Ochako saw that in her possession was a strap-on. "I paid extra so I can have some time with Deku's pussy. His mom says that that is the client's favorite spot."

Momo nodded her head. "Go ahead. By the time you are finished, we will have to leave school." She whistled at Ochako. "Yo, Uraraka."

"Yeah," said Ochako.

"Looks like we will be continuing the party at his house tonight," she winked. "And knowing these knuckleheads, they will be paying extra for a second coming."

Camie grabbed Itsuka's leftover cigarette as Itsuka entered the stall. "You know it, boss!"

Itsuka closed the stall and commenced on her intercourse with Izuku.

Camie sat on the floor of the restroom while watching the replay of her interactions. Momo and Kyoka sat beside her and watched it. Hearing the sound of his voice deter her from looking at the video.

Even as she waited her turn, she often thought of her participation in this. Was it to seek his pleasure? Was it because everyone wanted him? Or was it because of the day when she was robbed of her virginity?

Confusion was in her mind but it mattered not. She was in the mood and looked forward to tonight.

To be continued….