I stood there, my hands softly shaking, eyes widened at hearing the voice on the phone.

"Fuck you," I whispered.

"I know my dear, but please don't hang up! Please! I just want to talk!" Tomura pleaded.

"No." I sneered, my fist clenched. "Leave me alone! You've done enough!"

"Listen to me!" He yelled, making me pause. The entire week I was with him, he never yelled. Never snapped at me.

"What?" I whispered.

"I saw what happened, are you alright? Are you hurt? I swear to God I could wring those bastard's necks for trying to hurt you." He said and I could imagine him leaning against the wall by the phone, decked out in the green prison outfit, fists clenched at his side, the phone gripped in his hand.

I wonder how they stop his quirk. Maybe cuffs? Maybe he wears gloves?

"I'm fine, just a bruise on my back." I answered slowly, scared of what Tomura might do.

"Who did it? I swear to God, I'll wring their neck for even laying a finger on you." He seethed, and I could hear him speaking through clenched teeth.

"Why did you call me Tomura?" I asked, my nails digging into my palms, close to breaking skin.

"I needed to make sure you were ok after that fight. I wish you hadn't done anything, I just want you to stay safe." He said, voice sounding sickly sweet.

"Well I am. Happy?"

"There's something else I wanted to tell you, darling." He spoke. His voice wasn't raised anymore, he was speaking softly.

He had the same tone of voice as he did when he made me lay down with him in "our room," his arms wrapped around my waist as he whispered how much he loved me into my ear. It was soft and if I closed my eyes I could see him there, smiling before pressing his face into my hair.

"I don't care Tomura. I don't want to hear it." I spat, moving to hang up.

"My darling, please!" He pleaded, "it's about one of your precious heroes!" I stopped in my motions, gripping my phone tighter in my hand, slowly bringing it back to my ear.

I felt my heart beat against my rib cage as I breathed deeply.

"What about them?"

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I sat in my office, watching the news on the screen against the wall.

The screen showed the blonde haired, smug faced hero Phantom Thief, otherwise known as Monoma Neito.

Most heroes kept their real names confidential for security reasons, but Monoma never did that. He craved the fame of being a hero, that much was obvious.

He always said that everyone liked an underdog, and that's why people liked him so much. Kids did, and that was just a fact. But adults thought he was a bit stuck up. As someone who would pass him in the halls during the short time our U.A. years overlapped, I knew what he was like. Maybe he had matured a bit, but it didn't really seem like it.

He was talking about a save he made recently with the news anchor, making her laugh and giggle.

I narrowed my eyes, flinching a bit when he laughed.

"It's about The Phantom Thief." Tomura spoke, quieter than before.

"I don't know him."

"But you will. Listen to me my love, come visit me and I'll tell you everything, I swear."

"What the hell, no! You probably don't know shit, you just want me to come visit you!" I exclaimed, ready for this conversation to be over already.

"Please my dear. I swear, I won't try anything. But I need you need to know this." He begged again and I cringed as I heard him scratch his neck over the phone.

"I don't care and I don't want to know." I said defiantly.

"I can still contact the remainders of the League and I will not hesitate to order a hit on that receptionist of yours."

I froze in place just like I had when I realized it was Tomura on the line.

He wouldn't hurt Chiharu would he? Would he? Oh my god he would. He's threatened me before, who's to say he wouldn't do it again? And no matter what I do, I can't hide her away forever or tell the police, they won't do shit. Even if I could hide her away, they'd just go after Daichi or the heroes. The heroes could hold their own, but Chiharu and Daichi? What are they gonna do, grow weeds for the villains to trip on and stab them with flash drives? Neither of them are very athletic either.

"I swear to god, if you touch a single hair on her head or any of my friends I will personally flip the switch on the electric chair for your execution." I seethed, turning around to face the counter and grip it. If I had even I minor strength quirk the granite might have come off into my hand.

"At least I'd see your face in my dying moments. Please my love. I don't want to hurt you." I paused and listened to his raspy breathing.

He isn't giving me a choice.

I shivered, knowing that in a month's time I was going to go visit my stalker/kidnapper who, mind you, threatened my life as a teenager in the name of love. Whatever the fuck that means.

Only in my life would this ever happen.

I went back to what I was doing, looking over old case files and making sure everything was in place. The agency was nice when it was quiet, no murderer or arsonist or rapist to fill my mind and life for a couple days. It was calming to know no ones life was at stake at the moment.

"I need to see her now!" I heard a voice scream from the lobby. It was hushed since it was far, but I still heard. "Please god, please!"

Confused, I stood from my chair, walking towards my door. I pushed it open and walked down the hall towards the lobby, fixing my rolled up sleeves as I went.

I peaked around a corner to see Chiharu trying to calm a crying woman down. She was sobbing and pointing at a picture of someone, a child.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, revealing myself.

The woman and Chiharu turned to me, the woman's eyes widening.

"Oh god, Agent please!" She yelled, picking up the picture and running towards me. She was short, less than five feet tall, wrapped in a shawl. Her make up ran down her face as she cried, making her look like a mess.

She shoved the picture she had pointed to into my hands, holding it in place as if I was going to drop it.

"Find my son!" She screamed, "my baby, find my baby!" I looked down at the picture, finding myself looking at a little boy, no older than twelve dressed formally for school pictures. His front left tooth was missing in his smile, his bright purple eyes popping from the rest of dull colors in the picture.

"When was the last time you saw your son miss?" I asked calmly, putting my hand on her shoulder once I got it free from her hold.

"Two days ago!" She yelled, gripping my one hand, "find him please!"

Why wait two days to report your son missing?

I looked down at the small woman, grabbing her hands gently. I put my palm over hers, my fingers on her wrist. I felt her artery's pump with blood under my fingers.

"Miss, when was the last time you saw your son?" I asked.

"Two days ago!" Her heart rate sped up, "I said two days ago, god dammit!"

She's lying.

Can we talk about Monoma's hero name? Phantom Thief? Really? I forgot his hero name and I was gonna name him "Ctrl-C" before I found out he already had one 😪

Fun Fact: Noah Sullivan is (if you recall from Chapter Fifteen), (Y/N)'s correspondent in America. He's the head of the BAU in the FBI, and his quirk allows him to breathe underwater. He has gills on his chest and everything. When (Y/N) stays in America, he's always determined to show her the things he likes, which is mostly stuff from the late 1900's. He's shown her bands (KISS, Believer, Nirvana), movies (Slasher films, classic 80's movies), and even comics (mostly Superman and Batman, but also some Spider-Man).

PSA! The next chapter may come out a day or so late! Sorry! 🥺

Reminder: It's worth it live another day. I promise. Just hold out another day and find another reason to live. It's there, I promise. You are loved and wanted. I love you 💞💞

Over and out.