She realized it felt like the dream she had.

Only now the windows were closed and she wasn't wearing her blue dress, her earlobes feeling empty, and her nails undone and grown, perhaps it was time she took care of herself because what else could she do? All alone, by herself, in a house.

She coughed, looking at the TV and figuring a little time pass wouldn't hurt. Turning it on, she switched channels and avoided any news coverage, the last thing she wanted was more food to her thoughts, also fearing something about him might be airing, she could imagine the headline 'Ground Zero saves the day with his quirk!' it remained the same.

How everyone still admires him, his stupid quirk, his strengths, praising him and following him like they had no life of their own, except making sure big people got big fame.

She took her eyes off the screen and frowned, knowing she should stop where her thoughts were heading but she'd felt the rage and she needed to thwart it by thinking about it more. By letting it torture her.

At times like these, she learned having someone to talk to would do her good. When intrusive notions didn't have the means to wipe themselves out.

It didn't help that her mind was growing weaker and weaker with each restless night.

She sighed, throwing the remote to the ground unexpectedly. The sound drew her out of her impulsive action which made her stare at the flying colors and feel herself slip again, tears formed in her eyes, and she didn't find it necessary to stop herself from weeping more and pouring out her feelings.

She wanted to feel like herself again.

Maybe after she sees her parents or anyone that means good, she'll feel a little happy. But, she's never sure, she never has been.

Continuing her mindless watch, she let her days pass her by the same. It was time to ready herself for a confrontation, now that she thinks about it, only a week had passed but it felt longer. Her parents were supposed to arrive a little later however they called her a day early, letting her know she had to come out of the house and return to what was once hers.

Involving Izuku in her family business seemed wrong, especially since he's an outsider to her parents, they wouldn't take it nicely seeing him with her, but she didn't want to go alone.

She sat in the car, making herself comfortable and observing the tall buildings passing by, the day was sunny and the people were smiling, "You'll be fine without me right?" Izuku asked she hummed, facing away from him and making sure he didn't want to ask more questions by ignoring him. She knew how bad of an idea it was, she regretted leaving her room altogether. 

But she should make the most of her visits outdoors.

"Hey, do you think we could stop by a bookstore?" And he did, he told her it was his usual store he loved to lounge around in, but strangely she didn't find herself caring for the details. She kept going ahead without him, looking at everything for her choice of book.

Eventually, she found it. A book about pregnancy. 

She'd needed to be prepared if anything. She brought it with a promise of paying him back for everything he's done for her.

Then, they reached their destination.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Izuku asked, parked outside her home as he kept his hand on the steering wheel, looking at her for answers. She nodded, not meeting his gaze, "Yeah. I don't want any more misunderstandings."

"Okay, I'll be outside for a while if you need me." he turned away and kept quiet.

She didn't feel like leaving the car, she never thought she'd be afraid to enter her haven, it was the safest place now it felt like a reoccurring nightmare she had many years ago. She took in a deep breath and unlocked the door, slowly stepping out and looking at the house she came to after work just a couple of months ago.

Somewhere she'd dance around and enjoy being alone.

She heard his car park by the sidelines as she took her first step towards her home after a long time, after a desperate time doing anything to see it. She looked back once before knocking at the front door, something she felt odd doing.

She'd always had her keys with her. She never forgot it. She always had it in her pockets. Now her pockets were empty.

She heard footsteps first, then the door opened revealing the faces she wanted to see so desperately before. "Why... Don't you have your keys?" Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow, holding the door for her as she gently crossed the threshold and into the warm cozy interior.

"I lost them." she instantly lied, anything to cushion her fall after she eventually told them what happened.

"When did you get so clumsy [Y/N]?" Her mom uttered it so softly that she had a hard time believing it. When did her mom believe her without lecturing her first?

"I didn't," she answered, dreading to take off her shoes and step inside, knowing looking at anything would have her relive that moment again when he slammed her against the door when he took her belongings when he drugged her when he snatched her out of her home-

"[Y/N]?"

She blinked, leaning back after feeling herself curl into herself, she had to remind herself she needed to answer, "Yeah...?" she looked up, finally removing the soles of her boots and moving her feet forward.

"Come on. We need to talk." She couldn't go back now. She knew that. Her natural urge to talk and just run out the door was equally overpowering.

The lights in the dining room were duller than she remembered, and the kitchen where she'd made her last meal replayed in her head, everything looked the same, same as that night. She looked back, even the living room looked similar, even the bowl sitting by the counter in which she had chips. She recognized it.

"The place was a mess when we got here. What were you doing?" Her mom asked, she was always the one to ask and her dad was always the one to listen.

Right, she had to reply, "I was having a movie marathon." She recalls having laughed before the lights went out. Then... He came.

She didn't bother guessing if they believed her or not, she was too busy reminding herself to be calm.

"Why didn't you take the flight?" Her dad inquired, crossing his arms over his chest, "If I recall correctly, you cancelled it."

"It wasn't me."

Her parents looked at each other, "What are you talking about? Only you would have access to it."

"He took it." her bag had her passport, her identification, her cards, everything, as easy as it was to book a flight, as easy as it would be to cancel it.

"Who took it?" They were raising their voice now, and her childlike fear inside of her knew nothing good would come out of their conversation.

"My bully from school."

They stopped, they looked at her, and they didn't say anything until everything poured out at once. "What are you saying? How could he have gotten it? He shouldn't know where you live."

"We made sure you were safe, you didn't tell anyone where you lived, right?" Her dad asked, and she didn't have an answer. She never told anybody, she didn't even tell him where they used to live during school, all she knew was he knew and he got to her.

"No." She slowly shook her head.

"Then, how did he even manage to get a hold of your details?" They continued to question, and she persisted in having no definite explanation of how he got their address.

"He broke in."

Her parent's faces fell, and paled, "What?"

She looked up at them, "He got inside. He got to me." she replied, trying her best to disassociate from her situation, she needed to ignore everything so she could sleep tonight. Or, she'll drive herself off the building.

"Then you needed to get the police involved, didn't you call for help?" Perhaps, her parents were trying hard to look at a better picture, but the reality remained grim.

"I did." She replied. Going still for a moment, her stomach churning and her mind repeating the sequence of him stomping on her phone.

"He broke it."

---

"Hey, maybe you should take a break and rest for a bit bro?" Kirishima watched his friend, all pale and tired since the day he had a meltdown.

"I don't want to," Katsuki answered, an answer so different from what his usual self would say.

"Okay." Kirishima knew there was no point in trying anymore, so he didn't, walking off to the fans waving at him from a distance while the blonde adjusted his gears and took off to another site.

It was another day of heroism for him, the usual petty crimes to take off, the usual chasing down, and the usual documents to fill out after work.

Nothing changed even after his big scandalous video, people kept forgetting and he kept his pace, all while waiting for anything good to happen, he figured moving around the city and getting people to find Aoi would be better than doing nothing.

He even paid money to get a spy to tail behind that green-haired fucker but he's been sneaky enough to avoid suspicion. Aoi was a different story, even though the group she was residing in was being investigated, no leads turned up and their location remained hidden.

Sightings of them in different locations kept throwing the police off their trail.

He figured that the nerd's agency couldn't get anything done either. For a week, he has retained first place on the charts, and he liked it that way.

He looked down from the top, the people below appearing like mere ants scrambling about the streets, even if he had evidence she was tortured to death, and even if he had everything to think so, he wouldn't stop until he had her. He needed to find her. To get closure. To find some peace.

Until that happens, he can try till the day he dies.

Returning home to a one-room apartment he got to stay away from the redhead, he locked the door and stepped in. Putting away his bag and sitting on the couch, he hadn't bothered to decorate the place, he wouldn't stay for long.

Buzz Buzz... Buzz...

He didn't check before picking up the call, he should have, "Hey." he spoke into the speaker.

"Oh my god, my son greeted me like a normal person." Mitsuki gasped on the other side, and usually, he would sneer and retort back with harsher words but he didn't feel the need to do that.

"Yeah, alright..." he instead answered, not moving from his position, "Sheesh hero work drained you or what?"

"Nah." He replied.

"Okay, what the heck is wrong with you? Are you on drugs or something?" it was a surprise to not hear her son yelling even from the phone that it made her question him.

"No, I'm fucking fine."

"You don't sound fine to me."

"Get your ears fixed then." He calmly, without shouting answered her.

"Yeah, there must be something wrong with my ear, I must not be hearing you right." Mitsuki voiced her thoughts and listened to her son's breathing. He was breathing fine.

"You high on something?" her disbelief was apparent and Katsuki knew he didn't have to deal with his old hag. So he hung up. He could imagine his old hag narrating the call to his dad.

Getting up, he walked to his laptop. Turned it on and searched for his emails, all the updates sent to him were irrelevant except for one, it was from one of his best stealthy interns he'd decided would benefit his search.

And if he knew anything from his younger years, was the determination to prove everyone wrong and do whatever it took to reach it, even if it was just a measly side quest.

It helped that his interns weren't a fan of Deku. He'd kept it as a secret requirement.

According to the email, the kid had spotted him giving someone a ride to a location.

7:00 AM- No sign of leave. Indoors.
8:00-11:45 AM- Morning patrol around the city.
12:09 PM- Returned home.
2:00 PM- Seen leaving home and picking up a stranger.
2:30 PM- Seen waiting for the stranger.
3:00 PM- Waiting.
3:15 PM BOOKSTORE.
4:00 PM- Seen leaving the location.

The stupid kid hadn't mentioned the location, he groaned, pushing his chair back and walking toward his phone to grab it. He dialed his number and waited by tapping his feet feverishly.

The kid picked the call up in an instant, "Hello."

"I told you to mention all the places he visited." he sternly repeated the sentence because it hadn't been the first time he forgot. Even though he'd only started following Deku for a week.

"But I don't know the locations! The drone doesn't give me the full view!" he defended.

"The fuck are maps used for, you idiot, at least attach a picture to it. This is the last time I'm repeating myself."

"Wait, what-"

He cut the call and knew the same mistakes wouldn't be made again if the intern valued his experience.

Sure enough, after two hours he got another updated email.

---

Sitting in her home felt strange, especially since she was seated in the same spot he drugged her and took her clothes out of her suitcase, even mentioning how they'd go on a honeymoon.

"Checked all the doors?" Her mom asked her dad who walked into the living room, her arm around her shoulder gently rubbing her and consoling her, she wasn't crying. But she was scared to be there.

She'd thought her conversation with her parents would be bad, bad enough to get kicked out of her family altogether but she had been wrong.

She hadn't told them everything yet.

Her dad nodded, "We should get the police involved, and have a restricting order against him till we can get a new passport ready."

"I agree, that should give us some time." Her mom wasn't wrong, but really, what could they do if they could be influenced by money, would they even help her? She couldn't tell if she'd be shrugged off as another crazed fan or be taken to a mental hospital.

"He hurt our daughter. He has been hurting our daughter, this time we're taking it to court."

She just wanted to be left out of it, she couldn't handle a stressful confrontation anytime soon, "No, not now. I need to--" Her mom interrupted her with a loud shout of her name, "Look at you! If we don't take this to the police now, who knows what can happen."

She didn't disagree but, she could feel her heart beating at an abnormal pace, and if this kept up she was not sure if she'd be in one piece to tell her story.

She just needed a few days to recoup, she can't do it tomorrow. She cant-

𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑲!! 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑲!! 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑲!!

She stopped breathing.

"Who is banging at the door at this hour?" Her mom whispered, looking at the clock to confirm what time it was. "It's 9 did anybody inform us they'd be visiting?"

She looked at the hallway, all the memories from that night surging back and if she'd known she'd hear that sound again, she would have never come back.

She froze in her spot, thinking to herself if she'd just associated every loud bang at the door with her experience of locking herself in and hearing him banging at the door to let him in.

Her dad got up, her mom stayed with her and she prayed it was an untimely visit from one of her relatives.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

She couldn't tell. But her body moved before she had the time to think. "[Y/N]!"

She ran upstairs in a breathless sprint, quickly shutting herself in and forcing herself into her closet. She didn't want to know who was behind the door, she could wait till they left.

The parents downstairs looked at the stairs she'd run up to, "I don't know what's wrong." her mom muttered.

"We can't blame her." the dad replied, turning back to the door and opening it, they had never seen the man standing in front of them. "Who are you?" the father asked, narrowing his eyes.

The blonde with red eyes didn't say anything, simply waiting still with his eyes wide open.

"I asked who are you, son?"

The mother approached them and stood behind her husband, watching the blonde carefully.

"I heard... Her name," he mumbled. "Where is she?" Katsuki took a couple of steps forward only to be stopped by the towering figure of the man before him.

"Who are you talking about pal?" The father pushed him back, keeping his eyes on the blonde.

"[Y/N]..." he uttered under his breath.

"You have the wrong house." The father tried pushing the door shut but the blonde wasn't having it, he quickly stopped the entrance from closing on him and said, "This is her house." both of them pushed on either side, and none of them let up.

"I already told you, you have the wrong house, what part of it did you not understand?"

"[Y/N] is your daughter, I know you." He pushed the door harder.

"Who do you think you are, punk? Get out of my property."

"Her husband."

"What rubbish are you spouting? Our daughter is unmarried!" The mother opened her mouth and glared at the gap Katsuki peered in from, "How dare you surmise that our daughter would marry without our consent?!" 

With all the commotion brewing below, she was bound to hear it anytime soon, her parents shouting, the faceless guest whom she refused to picture even if she could faintly hear his voice. "Shut up and let me in." He threatened, putting his body against the door to push it open but the parents eventually beat him to it. 

Locking the door to his face and keeping him outside.

Katsuki banged his fist on the door one more time before moving back to look up at the house, he couldn't sleep if he didn't check it, so he did the thing he vividly recalls doing after she left him, breaking glass windows. 

Walking around the house, he stopped in front of the kitchen window. Grabbing a rock from the ground, he stepped away from the house and pulled his hand up, swag his hand back, and threw it. 

"HEY!!" The father yelled as loud as he could, "I SAID, GET OUT OF HERE." That was the one thing Katsuki didn't want to do.

Katsuki didn't need to answer. so, he quietly approached the front entrance, put his hand inside his pocket, and took out a key with a cloud keychain, he was smart enough to keep it with him all the time, and in the end, it paid off. All he needed was a moment of distraction, and he got himself that.

Putting the key into the keyhole, he twisted it and effortlessly let himself in, closing the door behind him and making sure if anyone was going to leave, they'd have to go through him first.

Balancing himself and moving in, he scanned his left and right, dragging his focus to the faint voices in the kitchen, "He's a violent one... How did our daughter get involved with him?"

"It doesn't matter, make sure she's safe." Her dad was an odd one, Katsuki didn't like him much but he decided he hated her mother more. He didn't try to hide, standing proud in the hallway as her mother stopped dead in her tracks and froze, she had no place to hide in that narrow hallway, "H-honey..." She stiffly whispered, her eyes trained on him before taking a tiny leap backward, it didn't matter if they were aware of him or not, he had more important factors. 

Her dad didn't hear her, and he kept her under his control without moving a muscle, she was too scared to do anything, and he knew that his presence was an unexpected one for them. "Honey!" she took a glance behind her, hoping her husband was near. 

Maybe it'd be quicker to know where she was if he put more pressure. The second her eyes drifted back to him, he was on the move and his thumping footsteps alerted the father instantly. What he saw was a nightmare coming alive. 

"Where is she?" He sternly begins. Squeezing her mother's throat in his fist, while he kept his quirk active, he needed to make an impact. He needed to make a threat.

"You stay away from my daughter." 

"My wife." Katsuki retorted with a bitter look on his face. 

"She isn't married to you."

"Technically, we are." He replied with a stronger tone this time. "Tell me, where is she? Unless your wife is crazy and speaks to the walls, if she wasn't here, she'd have never mentioned her."

"You're smart, I'll give you that, but we haven't seen her." He took a small step forward. "And my wife is mentally weak, not sick."

"Don't lie to me." 

"Punk, how about you get out of my house? You don't belong here."

Of course, he wouldn't let him get any closer. so he quickly flashed an explosion in her mother's face and stared back at her father, "You keep your distance and I won't blow up the entire house."

"Where is she?" Katsuki asked once again, and this time he got a response from her mother, who gingerly tried to loosen his hold on her neck, "She's not here."

"You call the walls [Y/N] or something because I'm sure I heard you talk about her." 

"You lost your hearing at a young age kid." Her mother laughed, and he never liked it when anyone mocked him. "Fine, so you won't tell me." 

He was growing impatient anyway. 

Detonating an explosion in her face, he let her fall to the floor and watched the horrified face of her father, "You little-!!" he proceeded to run towards him but he knew how to deal with the different situations with perfect solutions.

He let him seize hold of him, not allowing him to tackle him to the ground, Katsuki rotated his body and instead slammed the man into the wall, the sound of his body hitting the cement sending him into action, he threw the first punch, the second and the third and he kept going until he knocked her father out cold. 

Looking at the parents lying down defeated, he inspected his surroundings to find something useful enough to tie them up, a rope would do but he had to make do with what he could find. 

Her mother groaned, and he quickly looked down, wasting no time he gripped both her arms and dragged her body away to the living room, "You... won't touch my daughter..." she'd muttered under her breath, he didn't pay her any attention, dropping her to the wooden tiles and swiftly snaking his arm around her neck, holding her waterway tight and feeling her struggle, her legs twitching back and forth as he deprived her of oxygen, her strangled moans echoing in the quiet atmosphere. 

That is until the TV turned itself on. 

He stopped what he was doing to look at it, "Loopy..." he got up, facing every direction and finding nothing of value, if he didn't know her, he'd assume he was going crazy. 

"You have no idea how much I missed you." He smiled, leaving her mother's breathing all ragged and uneven, he walked out of the room and into the hallway, where he heard her footsteps fade. "Let me see you..."

The lights turned off, and the kitchen was shrouded in darkness, he couldn't see anything, but if he tried hard enough, he could hear her breathing, "Don't do this. You want to start everything with violence again?"

"Well, I DON'T, I fucking thought about you day and night. How it was all my fault you died and you suffered and I'll make sure nothing like that will happen again."

"Come on, loopy, where are you?"

"Behind you..." She breathed down his neck, and he wasted no time in feeling for her being in the darkness, he couldn't tell if she was toying with him or if he was really losing his grip on reality. "This is not funny, loopy." He warned her.

"Quit screwing around." 

On cue, she turned on the lights, and he searched the room for her presence, she wasn't there anymore, at least he couldn't see her. Then, he saw a knife flying toward him, he quickly grabbed the handle before it dug into his flesh, he could feel her wrist, she was here. 

He redirected the knife to his shoulder which was aimed toward his chest, then he felt her, he savored the feeling of her hair on his palm, then he cradled her head pulling her inwards and embracing her, "You're alive..."

Her hand crawled its way to his face and his eyes, if he didn't know any better he could delude himself into thinking she was caressing his cheek, but all she wanted to do was gouge his eye out. She drove her thumb in as hard as she could, and he screamed out in pain, crushing her wrist in his fist and quickly pulling her hand away, all while he tried to keep her in his grasp. 

"FUCK...! Are you trying to hurt me!?" 

Then she scratched his face, and it didn't help that he couldn't see her and predict her next move, knowing he had to be quick and precise he threw her against the counter and heard her body slamming into it her hand swiped off some of the items left on it and having them fall to the ground, her pained yelp reached his ear, and then she didn't move from her spot, he could hear her heavy breathing right below him. 

She sounded like she was in more pain. 

Her quirk was unactivated and she lay motionless on the floor, her eyes were open, and they looked dead, watching her mother face down on the ground far beside her, it was then she was certain she shouldn't have left the house. 

"You've ruined my life." 

Her mother wasn't moving. 

Me: *studying*
Also me: *thinking of ways to traumatize Loopy*

Note: not edited.