a/n: guys i am NOT caught up on boku no hero at all, like i probably haven't watched it since last year/maybe early this year. so i'm sorry if some events are like completely off, it's def not canon bc i probably made it up okay thankusorryfornotupdatingiloveeverysingleoneofyou<3 also if you stan bts read my fics on senchus and follow me on insta @/senjoyinluv so we can be friends,,, shameless self plug LMAO it's the reason why i never update on this acc \unu\ we done upgraded

also does anyone wanna tell my why this book has 230k...

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"Excuse me, are you aware that a student from Shiketsu High has been abducted?"

"Shiketsu is becoming just like U.A! Our children aren't safe anywhere!"

"I thought this was a hero school!!"

The shouts and crippling accusations were abruptly interrupted and the blurry images of rioting press on the television screen synced to blackness. The burly man slammed his fists down on broad table, startling the dainty assistants that were seated among it.

"Sir, everything will be—"

"I don't want to hear it!"

The one bold assistant instantly cowered away from the booming command, visibly scooting her chair away slightly. The other assistants shot her looks of pity, trying their best to communicate their gratefulness in her efforts for at least trying. She nodded back at them thankfully, holding back her pitiful sniffles and hiding her glassy eyes with her long fringe.

The principal of Shiketsu High rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a stressed sigh, closing his eyes as he tried to collect himself. He was never very good at holding in his temper, especially in a crisis. For a pro hero, he surely wasn't suited for such a prestigious and taxing job.

"If this news gets out to the general public, Shiketsu High will forever have tarnished its reputation. I need every single available pro-hero sent out on a goose hunt right now." He finally grumbled with commanding intensity, which sent the assistants all tumbling out of the conference room in their clacking heels to find the nearest phones in order to carry out the order.

When the dust settled, the man picked up the sheet of paper in front of him, eyes scouring the profile of the young girl that had been abducted. She would return safely and it would all work out. It had to. He refused to lose this position - not after how hard he had worked to get there. This was bigger than some little girl's life.

They would find her in time. They had to.

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Katsuki stood precariously in the middle of the street, staring heedlessly at his phone. A car skidded to the side with a loud honk to avoid running him over but he didn't care. He had finally found the spot and he was ready to light the place up then laugh manically at the sight of dismembered body parts flying through the air. How satisfying.

The blonde boy stomped down the road and towards the building that was, for lack of better words, hidden in plain sight. It was a large warehouse on the corner of a busy four-way intersection. It stuck out like a sore thumb and yet it didn't; it looked like every other building on the block.

But it didn't matter what it looked like. All Katsuki knew was that you were inside there and all he wanted was you. If anyone dared to stop him, he'd blast them into the next universe over and then hit up any remaining relatives to finish the job.

Kicking the door open with the force of a thousand gladiators, Kastuski was practically breathing smoke out of his nostrils as his scarlet red eyes darted around to catch sight of any movement. The door slammed into the wall behind it, cracking the surface and producing a loud bang that ricocheted down the hallway. He straightened up, a confused look flashing across his face. It was eerily... quiet.

Almost like there was no one else in the building. Not a noise was to be heard no matter how hard he strained his ears and no matter how hard he wanted to hear something, anything. He walked forward a few steps, scanning his surroundings cautiously as he moved though the dimly lit stretch of hallway. Garbage crunched beneath his heavy, black combat boots, but it was the only thing that he could hear besides the sound of his own breathing.

And then he heard it.

A sharp cry of pain. A loud thud. More crying. It had to be you. Anger bubbled up at the sound of your cries and he took off in a dash, his long strides bringing him closer and closer to the source of the sound. He passed various doors before happening upon a staircase, which he just used his explosions to shoot himself upwards. He didn't have any time to waste. He couldn't wait to beat in whichever bastard's face had laid a finger on you. He was ready to paint the streets red, all for you.

The last door on the second floor hallway was where the cries were loudest. Katsuki stopped in front of it, not wasting a second as he winded up to kick the door in just like he had did downstairs.

The door gave way after the first heavy impact and he quickly entered the room, taking in the sight with rage blind eyes. You were chained up against the wall, tears streaming down your face. The moment he stepped in you looked up, your eyes widening with relief.

"Katsuki! You're here!" You blubbered, snot dripping down your face as you vigorously tugged at your confinements, jangling them uselessly against the wall.

Katsuki rushed over and dropped to his knees in front of you, caressing the side of your face lovingly as you quickly leaned in for a kiss on his cheek. He was shocked, but tried to hide it as you pulled back, your lip quivering in joy at the sight of his familiar face.

"I'm so glad you're okay, baby. I thought I lost you." He spoke passively, the emotion in his voice suddenly somewhat lacking. You tilted your head, confused, your stream of tears ceasing momentarily.

"What's wrong? We have to go before they come back..." You trailed off, watching as Katsuki caressed your cheek, just staring into your eyes with an unknown emotion.

And then, it happened in a flash.

The boy placed a hand over your face and let an explosion rip. As you head flew back against the wall, you thought you heard something crack as blood splattered everywhere, the chains rattling violently at the stress they were enduring. A large hole was now indented into the wall, leaving a gaping opening so wide you could see into the next room over.

Doubling over, you crumpled up in pain as blood poured from the wound on the back of your head and leaked down the sides of your face. It dripped to the floor in a quickly growing puddle, and you could see Katsuki's livid expression reflecting off of it.

"Alright, you sick fvck, game's over. Where is she?"

The jig was up. Your image went up in a puff of smoke and in your place sat a blonde headed girl with two messy buns and a sharp-toothed smile. Though her features were warped with torturous pain, she still found the strength to send a taunting smirk at the fuming boy.

"How'd you find out so quick, smart boy?" Toga purred, licking her lips as she peered upwards.

Katsuki clicked his tongue in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Your clothes are all wrong. If you're gonna even try to imitate my [Name], then at least get the clothes right, you stupid bxtch."

"And how would-" she coughed, spitting blood out onto the linoleum hardwood floors. "-you know what clothes she was wearing?"

"Of course I know! I was about to rip them off her in my room before she ran off!" He scoffed at the memory, shaking his head slightly at your stupidity.

"Anyway, answer my fvcking question. Where is she." Katsuki spat it out so hatefully that even Toga was kind of shook by the intensity.

"C-Can't tell you, Kacchan!~" She sing songed, her voice scratchy and annoying and not yours. He balled his fists up before letting it all go and allowing his muscles to relax before walking towards the obliterated door.

He shut it, though it wouldn't close properly, it would be enough to give them adequate privacy if someone were to walk in. The blonde boy walked back over to Toga, who sat in her own puddle of blood, eyes crazed and smile still wide. It had to be front; he could see her hands trembling through the shackles.

Katsuki showed the girl his exposed palms, allowing a few explosions to crackle and sizzle threateningly close to her face.

"I've got some time to spare. It'll be fun," He sent a wide roundhouse kick at her exposed jaw, watching in maniacal satisfaction as it popped out of place and she let out a cry of pain. He smirked when she still refused to talk and wrapped a large hand around her neck, the temperature of his skin raising quickly to blistering heights.

"For me, at least."

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LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN AN HOUR SKCJC so sorry if there's some tense lapsing and grammatical mistakes eek