WARNING: UNEDITED, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.

Katsuki charged toward the scene of a crime.

A petty criminal but a villain no less who needed to be taken care of if he wanted to be at the top.

A loud ear-piercing explosion quelled the perturbed standers who had the fortune to witness and gap, a low rumble shaking the streets as some quickly covered their ears and meekly protected themselves from any unpredictable accidents.

"Ah! If it isn't ground zero, here to arrest me?" The thief taunted, beholding a smug exterior while the blonde glared, oddly not quick to yell and get offensive, the lone survivor of the criminal team with the bag of stolen gems made a hasty step back, heart beating when no clever ideas were introduced.

"How about we chat some? I heard there was a-"

The pro-hero did not have the patience to listen, engaging his combat gadgets and shooting a concentrated beam at the shaken man, sadly, who didn't have the time to dodge or run, taking the hit and lay on the ground, defeated, the blonde approached the lanky figure, plonking his boot on the man's back in case he tried anything, pressing him down.

He tapped one of the buttons on his waist, crouching down with a reinforced handcuff, apprehending the looter, and then took off, a cloud of black smoke left in his trail.

"Hey, man! Bakubro, It's almost time for lunch wanna grab a bite?" a cheery friendly voice rang inside the blonde's earbuds, he groaned, stopping atop a building before speaking with a rough tone.

"No shitty hair, I'm not gonna eat right now."

"You saying no to meat dude?"

Not bothered to answer, he cut off their conversation and stood for a while, shifting his hand back and stuffing them into his pocket, taking out his phone, he stared at it.

Switching it on as he sat down on the edge of the rooftop, he immediately opened his gallery, selecting one of the most recent pictures.

Then, he swiped.

Ceasing at an image of his crush sleeping, peacefully at ease, his lips slightly curled down.

Another one of her staring bewildered into space, some of her changing in the girl's locker room he had someone send it to him, another of him and her, he was holding her hand whilst she slept, and it fit perfectly.

"You are so fixated on her man! Get another girl I'm sure they will appreciate you much more than she ever did." His friends suggested.

The dark alleyway served as a safe spot for a person who would harm for good. He had cuffed down the last bit of soda, gripping the can tighter, strongly against the advice but didn't say otherwise.

"Take Aoi for example, she's pretty hot."

He glared with disgust, snarling at the two teens and pacing his steps, they knew what to take from his mannerisms so they didn't have to confirm it twice.

"He did like loopy even when we were in kindergarten..." one of the two whispered, taking notice, and then asked, "You like her that much?"

That aggravated the blonde teen.

"Next time I see her! I'm going to drag her away and make sure she doesn't leave me ever again!!" he shouted, fiercely tossing the can and kicking it. The two boys alarmed stared at each other, wordlessly communicating their troubled thoughts.

"Let's get our mind off of things, you know, go to the arcade..."

"Or, we could match you up with one of the ladies.!"

Katsuki did not like it when his ideals were questioned.

There was a time when he had gotten desperate for any contact with the girl after she changed homes asking the neighbors would be too striking, and finding her at any nearby schools was nearly impossible, he even made a child cry one time, who he found out was some of her close friends he never saw her interact with.

That led him to another dead end.

The only thing he had of her, was her notebook.

Now, though.

He has her.

Locked up, in his house, all docile, fragile, someone he needed to protect, giving her up after all these years of wanting her wouldn't sit right, even if guilt is in the lead, he feels no remorse for doing it, he would rather live with the guilt than have her throw him out of her life again.

He kept his phone back in his pocket.

He stood up from his short break and readied to patrol the area one last time, having something in mind he wanted to do later.

He stopped in front of her house, it was quiet.

Walking towards the entrance with steady footsteps and welcoming himself inside with the key he ransacked from her purse, nothing seemed to be moved, other than what he recollects being knocked down during her struggle, he locked the door, eyeing the living room then paced towards the stairs.

He opened her bedroom door, invited by the sweet smell of her perfume lingering about the area, it felt lifeless. To him, at least. She's only been gone for three days.

He slowly slithered towards her wardrobe, unhooking it and peeking inside one of the drawers he opened first, how lucky for him to have guessed the precise nook where she kept her panties and bras, he lifted a red bra, strong in hue, rough to the touch, he would like it on her. She doesn't own anything inappropriate, that just means he's going to be her first.

Fishing out one of her baby blue underwear, he eyed it for a long while. This one had a smooth texture, and it smelled floral, newly washed, he dragged a steady breath inside, examining the room for something more, in the end, he chose to safely keep it in his pockets, in his middle school days, he would have died to possess her panties, merely because she teased him by falling and exposing her unmentionables. Those skirts were short.

His heart sped up.

Slowly pulling out her black lingerie, he swiftly held his breath, he could almost visualize her donning it and feigning in the mirror, striking a pose and grinning, her hair let loose, showing off her skin, dancing about. He quickly tossed it to the bed, hastily drawing out a shallow intake and locking the cavity.

To take his mind off things, he stepped ahead, halting at her assortment of make-up, and her laptop, but other than that, there wasn't anything as exciting as finding her hidden secrets. Like a moth to a flame, he opened her wardrobe again, eyes darting to an alcove he hadn't seen yet, instantly an all might plushie greeted his gaze, small and smiling, soft and clean, he stopped for a moment.

The telephone rang from below, he quickly pivoted his attention to the sound, caught off-guard but he had a hunch he didn't need to confirm, it had to be her parents reaching out to her, after all, he broke her phone and took her to their home, he's their unofficial son-in-law.

He's pushing their daughter out of her shell and wanting to be with her for the rest of his life and is more than willing to die with her, their childhood years were just a plain misunderstanding, he was just so in love he didn't realize what wrong he was committing.

But, not like he was going to let them talk to her so easily, they took her away, they made him wait, and they did not consider him.

He'll do the same. He needs to protect her.

There's nothing wrong is exacting the same.

He slammed the door to his house.

Heeding his loud footsteps walking toward her fixed location with the bag he borrowed from her clasped in his left hand to bring home some of her clothes, at least some of which he liked, he wore a grim scowl, he had forgotten to take the keys of her room with him, not that she could get it, he found it right where he last left them, and he cursed himself for getting forgetful.

He sauntered to his room and lazily hauled his shirt and threw it to the side, he didn't feel like cleaning anything, he wanted to change into his clothes and see her in her room unable to escape, pulling on a white tank top, dark blue sweatpants and leaving his room in a hurry.

He ceased before the door, pushing the key inside and unlocking the lock to her room, he gently kicked it ajar, welcoming himself inside and locking the door behind him.

She was still in bed. Wrapped in blankets.

Awake but lethargic to get up and have her breakfast, still unfinished and untouched, he grimaced, nearing her and towering over her form as he grumbled, "Why are you still in bed, do you need me to feed you from now on?"

She didn't say anything.

He let it slide for the time being, sternly saying, "Get up."

She slowly rose, her hair uncombed and messy, the nightgown he forced her into removed and discarded from her figure now sporting a simple attire. She kept her mouth shut, rarely blinking as she watched him, he glared once and seized the cold food, sneering, "Come closer, I can't feed you if you are being a little baby, did I not tell you to eat or else I would force it down your throat, huh?!"

His scolding didn't seem to phase her, she dully looked down, slightly pressing her lips together when he shoved the spoon into her mouth, hesitantly allowing him to provide her nourishment she was denying herself, the rice and the curry had gone cold, but it remained tasty to a certain degree. Plus, she was hungry.

They both sat close, their thighs touching, his ruby eyes observing her chew and swallow, his brows furrowed and lips closed, she had to blink away from the sight, he noticed the subtle shine in her eyes, unspoken tears at bay.

She wasn't good at hiding herself. From him. She only knew how to avoid him.

Suddenly, she decided to speak.

"... I miss Mom and Dad, can I talk with them, please?" She asked worried gaze settled on her lap, he stared at her, firmly beginning, "So you could get away from me again?" She looked at him, eyebrows pinched up and lips curled down, "No I'm not going to let you talk with them."

She goes still.

Resisting the spoon near her mouth and moving her face away, he sharpened his glare, "Oh, so you don't wanna eat anymore, just because I said no." He mocked.

"You are so childish."

She sulked, not wanting to have anything to do with him, she had determined to play docile to trap him, now, however, she wanted nothing but to claw his eyes out. She was being irrational but, the day's worth of loneliness had its cost.

Inevitably when her memories flashed before her eyes she couldn't help but cry, she was very much dependent upon them after her years of middle school, and her sister was out of the picture.

When left to ponder alone, all sorts of things occur in the mind, by now, she thought she would have gotten adjusted to it, but she proved herself wrong, this was just like the time she spent staring at the walls.

No one around to snap her out of it.

She was going to go insane.

"Why are you crying? You haven't changed a bit, have you? You are still the weak little loopy I know, always bound to cry by just one insult." He taunted, keeping the plate aside and drinking into her disgruntled features, he adorned that expression on her face.

"Stop crying." He firmly demanded.

She shoots him a glance, scooting away from him and laying down, covering her face and coiling into herself. Dismissing his presence.

He stifles his strong urge to rip her away.

And put her into her place.

He leaves her alone for the now and lets her weep miserably, he doesn't care. He is unhappy.

Hearing his phone ring in his room, he goes to pick it up, to check if it was important, groaning when It was shitty hair's voice. "Dude! You left without saying anything, your agency was worried man!" Kirishima shouted into the speaker, there was a disturbance in the background so he assumed he was still on patrol.

"It's their fault for worrying, I had other things to do." He replied, turning around.

"Other things like?" The caller inquired.

"That's none of your business."

"Geez sorry for prying, I thought maybe you and your pretty assistant had disappeared off to somewhere." Kirishima cheerily disclosed that Katsuki could see him grinning from here. Annoyed, he responded with a sour tone.

"Shut up shitty hair, I don't like that bitch." He continued.

"If you like her that much why don't you ask her out I hate that bitch, don't even try to pair me up with her."

"Sorry man, I was just attempting to tease you. But hey, it sounds to me that you've found someone already." Kirishima answered within a second. The male stiffened, narrowing his eyes whilst he jumped to the worst conclusion.

"Do I know her?" Kirishima implored.

"Yeah what if I've found someone already, it's got nothing to do with your shitty hair."

"Oh, man! So you've got somebody already?!"

"Shut up!! If you go around telling anyone about this, I'm burying you alive." Katsuki weakly concealed the threat in his voice, and the male on the call went quiet for a moment.

"Hehe... That's quite a... Threat bakubro. I promise I won't tell anyone." Kirishima reassured, nervously muttering something else to diffuse the abrupt tension.

"Okay, man gotta go now, see you tomorrow." Without saying anything, he cut the call and threw the device onto the mattress.

Briefly sneaking a peek at the clock, he realized only a few minutes had flown even though it felt longer to him. Unwinding his muscles, he bends forward, resisting the impulse to rest.

Kacchan's birthday was a memory.

The young girl came with no one but herself, a dejected expression on her face, wearing her usual outfit and a greenette she used to wander out with not inhabiting the space next to her, she was alone, seeing the other kids play, the bakugo household used to be her favorite for its spacious expanse, it was big and just had an allure to it she preferred, now, it felt desolated even with people throughout.

She wasn't feeling like herself that day.

The main cause of the party was squabbling with his group of supporters, adorned with an artificial crown, bright red shirt, and brown pants, she witnessed some of the girls fawn over him with twinkling eyes and an enthusiastic smile, no older than her, it was his 11th birthday, no matter the years, he stayed the same.

"Loopy's here!"

Someone rats her out, pushing her into a huge bowl of boiling water, that's how her untrained mind perceived it, of course, his eyes were immediately on her, waiting for her, he perked up and made his way towards her with a smug exterior.

"Aren't you going to give me a gift?" He solicited, but she didn't give a proper reaction, sitting perfectly stiff, she answered, "I did."

"That doesn't count." He uttered. Seeing her unbothered expression, he figured she didn't understand the implications.

"A kiss will do the trick." He grinned.

She made a disgusted facade, "Eww." quickly getting up from her comfortable seat and running off to the exit. He shouted, "Hey!! Get back here!"

Shortly after breaking into a sprint, everyone noticed their frenzy commotion, Even the adults, who chuckle at the display, the girl carried on her dash, exhaling air out of her mouth and squeezing past the mob.

"Get her!!" Yelled the birthday boy from behind her, knowing she was about to be chased by four others, making her task tougher. She knew she shouldn't have come.

"Kacchan I got her!!" A young boy exclaimed as he stepped in front of her path, she quickly headbutted him and continued, feeling remorseful by the second, she could see the entrance in the distance and hope instantly replenished her will, shaking like a leaf when the tall figure of a lady entered her eyesight. She ceased.

It was his mother.

She was in trouble, wasn't she? She gulped.

"Oh!! Hello there, where are you going?" She inquired peering down at her, now that she had the chance to closely discern her, Katsuki looked similar to his mother. She anxiously admitted, catching her breath, "Um... I was going home."

"So soon? We haven't cut the cake yet."

What was she going to say? Should she lie?

"I- I- my mom told me to get back soon." She replied, earning a smile from the woman. "Such an obedient daughter!!"

"There she is!" Called out a familiar voice from behind, she flickered her gaze behind just to see him catching up with her, scared, she bolted, racing out the gate and going home as fast as she could.

"Katsuki! Where do you think you're going?!" Mitsuki shouted at the boy, yanking him back before he could rush after the girl. It seemed like the child had fallen and ruined his clean getup, his skin glazed with mud.

"Come here!! Go wash your face! What did I tell you about not getting dirty? You ruined your clothes!" The mother screamed, heaving the struggling kid inside.

The four boys witnessed their leader's departure, hiding their emotions behind a veil. Until one of them giggled, "Man that chase was intense."

"Yeah... I'm exhausted, dude."

Katsuki jolted awake, frantically gaping at his surroundings, he rapidly blinked, scrambling to make sense of it, he had woken up from a bad nightmare a dream where she had hung herself, in their room, he exhaled and inhaled. His heart was pounding. He needed to see her.

He vacated his room and hurried towards her space not bothering to turn on the lights as he unsealed the entrance and stared at the bed, where she was sound asleep. Quietly he closed the door, approaching her peaceful frame, there was a dim glow of light emitting from the window outlining her figure.

He sat down beside her, watching her easily breathe in and out, lost and deep into her slumber, a faint line of dried tears embedded into her cheek, he looked away for a split second.

Gently curling his fingers around hers.

Hesitantly placing his hand on her abdomen, for a fleeting moment, he imagined a child.

But that moment didn't last for long.

She unexpectedly stirred, getting her eyes adjusted to the dark and blinking her eyes wondering if she was still asleep or awake when she comprehended his silhouette, she squinted, involuntarily stretching her muscles upon peeling off the blanket away from her upper half and sitting up.

"Were you... watching me sleep?" She cautiously raised a question. Katsuki did not respond.

The unresolved tension renewed, handing her a second chance of overthinking each notion, she furthered herself from him, not eased by the fact that his silence meant something unpleasant.

She would know.

She has tolerated his tactics for long enough to be aware of it. Every day was a test of will. Patience.

"No." He finally acknowledged.

"Then, what were you doing here?" She asked, as politely as she could in case he took it as a rude awakening.

"I had a bad dream."

She did not question him about it.

Silence resides in the room. Until...

"What are you going to offer if I let you talk with your parents?" He abruptly said, stunning her with his consideration of her request.

"I won't ask you again." She replied with a downcasted gaze. Fidgeting with the sheet. It was a painful lie. But for now, it would do.

Katsuki listened.

"If you speak a word about our situation, I'll make sure they'll have a hard time living."

"I won't." She was immediately consoled. The first step to earning his trust. "I promise."

He glared into her eyes, she made an effort to maintain eye contact. She couldn't bet if he believed her or not. It was a tricky gamble.

"Fine. Get up before I drag you out of the room." He commanded standing up to his feet and pacing out of the bedroom.

She gradually made her way to the kitchen, nestling down on one of the chairs and holding her breath whilst she waited, discreetly looking around to view anything usable, something to aid in her coming venture. Like a knife, unfortunately, it was a risky choice.

She needed to escape before her flight.

That is if he hadn't canceled it already which she reckons he did. She grew fearful at the thought of it if he's gotten ahold of her account, then she's going to be financially troubled.

Every strategy has come to seem like a dead end.

She directed her focus to the male, vigorous in preparing dinner and briskly stealing glimpses of her, keeping a trained eye on her. If she does anything, he would know. She lowered her eyes. Hearkening to the sounds.

Ultimately, he returns.

Presented with a plate of fried noodles, coated in red seasonings that appeared spicy just by the look of it. She began to eat once Katsuki had, it was peppery but tasty, and it had a little bit of spiciness to it. She could handle it just right. She finished it just in time for him to have completed it as well.

He smirked at her, "so you were hungry."

She sniffed, plopping her arrogance to the side and nodding, her tongue was oddly burning.

"Heh..."

She silently dwelled, she had a suspicion her voice would sound a little different. Would getting up for some water be considered an escape attempt? She thinks to herself.

Thankfully, when Katsuki came back, he brought a bottle of water, and she took it.

For some reason, he seemed impressed.

"So..." He proceeds.

"You had one lingerie in your closet." She ceases to gobble down the cool liquid, she wasn't sure how he knew but it wasn't hard to speculate.

"You've never had anyone special In your life. So I'm your first and your last." He grinned, "On our honeymoon, I should buy you new ones."

He leaned forward, "Have you ever fu*ked anyone?" He said she stared at his fierce expression, his tone sounding a little forced. She shook her head.

He smiled. She could assume why. He wanted to be the first and the best in everything after all.

"Of course, I'm your first." He spoke.

"And you deny ever having feelings for me, everyone used to say that you had a crush on me, well, it doesn't matter now." He uttered with a wide smile.

She persists in her cessation.

Hauling himself up, he picks her up, turns off the lights, and strides towards her prison.

Positioning her down on the bed and going back to the door, she heard the lock click into place, trapping her with him, she moved backward, creating some distance, draping her legs and her torso with the blanket. She lay her head on the pillow, mandating sleep to arrive soon.

He settled close to her body, gripping her waist and forcing her to face him, wrapping his arms around her midsection and back, tugging her closer.

Her mild struggles didn't make him lose his hold, instead, he buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply, she wasn't comfortable.

Their bodies were touching.

She could hear him breathe, her chest against his, could he feel her heartbeat?

"I'm thinking this month. We can get married." He muttered near her ear, "I don't want to wait any longer."

"It will be just you and me. It's safer that way." He carried on. "I don't want anyone to interfere with our life. It's just you and me."

She doesn't like the idea.

He's going to isolate her.

His childhood dreams about marrying her are coming to fruition, he doesn't need to be paranoid now, he's got her back, they are together and nobody is separating them, not even her parents.

"Tomorrow, you'll make sure that your parents get the idea, or else. It's going to get so much worse, for you, and them."

She can't endure him much longer.

He kissed her neck, moving her closer, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't take it.

She tore herself away from his grasp and scurried into the bathroom, shutting it, and nippily crouched down into the bathtub, she could stay here, anywhere was fine as long as she could keep him away from her, it didn't matter.

Dropping her head onto her knee, she stared into the darkness, the light turned on, and as his shadow at the door indicated he had done so, she toughened.

"Come out." He coldly insisted.

She does not give him a reaction.

"You gonna be a brat and not listen to me? Is this the thanks you give to me?" He curtly mumbled. She promptly defied him, knowing full well it was going to be hurtful.

"Guess I've spoiled you too much." He scowled, "Want me to force my way in?" He taunted her once she did not take the chance to make herself clear.

"You better come out while you can. I'm not giving you any more opportunities, I've let you run loose for long."

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Loopy, this is your last chance. Come out."

She shakily made herself move towards the door, undoing it and surrendering.

Like she always does.

The morning came.

She had pretended to have been asleep when in reality she couldn't afford to let her defenses down, strangely the sensation of his warm arms had clung to her skin, she had been on edge the entire time, hustling away when she could, but who knew someone's grip could hurt so much?

Powerless to move or do anything else, closing her eyes and qualifying slumber to arrive if it came had been her suggestion.

Dread is the first thing she makes sense of.

How could she not when it's been most of her young years, stressing for the worse? The phone is right before her eyes, she could call for help if Katsuki hadn't been her bodyguard intensely inspecting for any tell-tale signs of dishonesty.

She bows her head, allowing for whatever to happen to transpire so some ounce of peace will be there for her. Because, how can she calm herself when her heart is beating so fast and when she feels light-headed from all the thoughts traversing her mind.

She had given him her sister's number. She can't let her parents worry, she's done enough damage as is.

"[Y/n]! Oh my God, we've been trying to reach you for four days, where have you been?" Her sister's anxious voice caught her attention, and she initiated the speech she'd been intending to say the whole night.

"My phone broke." She replied.

"You could have gotten a new phone or at least let us know through texts! Are you going back into that same bad habit of avoiding?"

"No sis." Her words sounded harsh.

"No? Just say you don't like my husband already, like mom and dad!" The sister loudly stated.

"Mom and Dad don't dislike your husband, what are you talking about, what happened?"

"Just shut up." She bit her tongue. Was her family falling apart? Maybe without her tiny interferences, would there be a chance for a major misunderstanding?

"I swear I wasn't trying to ignore any of you." She placidly pacified, after all, their bond had rusted and that love had been... Wiped out.

"Yeah sure, I know, you've been ignoring me for two days straight, and then, you went ahead and broke your device and now, you've decided not to come at all."

Her heart stopped.

So he had succeeded in canceling her flight.

"It's like you have no sympathy for me." She said and it reminded her of what her mom used to shout, what she endured when her sister left.

For a second, it all hurt.

"It's like you have no concern for me, you just up and leave me alone when I needed you most! Your lover was more important than me or Dad or Mom, you left us first!! You left me first!"

She resumed despite realizing she should quit, not let her emotions run wild and take charge, however, something had broken inside of her.

"And now..." I'm stuck

She couldn't complete her sentence.

"... Go be happy with your husband, it's okay I don't matter, you left me a long time ago."

She ended the call. Remembering her kidnapper was right behind her throughout the heated interaction.

She did not let out a single word, staring at the table and sliding the gadget to the side, disheartened by the sad certainties, no matter what she was not going to show it on her face. Give him reasons to surmise he had saved her from a harmful household.

He's familiar with her family situation. Bits of a bigger picture but the point stands, she should have kept her mouth shut.

Oddly enough, she feels shameful.

"Does your sister hate you or something?" Katsuki rudely interrogated, wielding his phone up to his face and tapping on the screen, clearing his call history.

"No. She just has someone else who Is more special I guess." She countered. Upset. She knew everyone was bound to leave one day.

Abruptly a phone call interrupts the two.

The male furrowed his eyebrows, bringing the device down back onto the table, and swiping the received button.

"Honey!! Why haven't you been picking up?? I was so worried something might have happened to you!" It was her mother. Her parents.

"My phone broke..."

"Why have you decided not to come? I thought you had agreed to once you completed your work!"

"I know but I can't right now." She lied.

"Okay... I miss you, honey, don't leave us with your sister. Right- before I forget, we found the perfect guy for you, he's handsome, and you both would match very well when you come, we will all meet him."

The truth was, she wasn't ever going to come.

"He's the son of one of your father's friends, I heard he is a good guy, maybe you can get married a little sooner, I don't want you to be alone."

"I'm sure you'll like him." Her mother's voice softened. Sadly for her, more fuel was added to the flame.

"I gotta go, mom. I'll try to call you." She lied again.

She quickly declined the call and snatched a glance at the male. Standing eerily still.

Something was festering inside.