A loud and sharp voice echoed in a sterile bureau, lingering with the scent of strong coffee, sunlight evading the space in a warm cozy glow, the atmosphere in the room had gotten heavy and uneasy, and the topic at hand was unnerving. In the center, surrounding a tall woman were two men, heeding every word.

"According to our sources, the call was made from this area, called bedrock, at around 9 to 11 PM. So this kidnapping could have taken place in the dark with not many people around as witnesses."

The young lady pointed her finger to a map. Looking back to the men after stating the ailments.

One of the two men had his arms crossed, glaring at the chart they were being shown. Coming off as tepid.

"What's the crime rate in that area? Have there been any missing persons reported to the police?" A man inquired with a concerned glint in his green eyes, lips pressed down while he faced the serious woman.

"Not yet, one of our call takers reported this a few days ago, she said she heard screaming in the call when she amplified the audio, this is coming in late, traces could be very well-hidden. So you two are up to the task." She continued.

"This place is not known for any major crimes other than minor break-ins and robbery, It's a safe location, the only thing is it is not a commercial area, and not many citizens reside there. A perfect spot to kidnap someone I'm afraid." She finished with a frown, darting her eyes to the men, holding her head high with responsibility.

"What other clues do we have to take on this case?" Asked a man, releasing his closed-off posture and tilting his head, his pair of grey eyes devilishly striking. 

"Not a lot sadly. All we could gather was the location and time, other than that, we have no information on the caller or the suspect."

"It's a tricky case to solve then. We can try to see it through, however, with so little evidence we are bound to end up in a corner."

"You are right but let's try before giving up." Concluded the woman with a firm nod, nervously glancing to the side to mull over the situation. "Very well, we will see what we can do."

The two men took their leave. Allowing the woman to watch as the door closed and she was alone again.

•

"Where did Kirishima run off to?" Uraraka implored as she glanced around the premise, beside her was her friend, izuku midoriya, appearing just as worried as she was. His gaze drifted to his former classmates, circling the entrance, his eyes lid up.

"Let's ask around." He said, taking off to meet their friends.

Uraraka silently sighed, glancing back at the greenette with a tender gleam in her orifices, she slowly walked towards the group, hearing the ongoing discussion as she hesitated to survey the scene.

"Hey! You guys, bakugo just took off all of a sudden, have you seen him?" Kaminari asked, observing the duo with slightly open eyes. Izuku seemed surprised, questioning.

"Kacchan? No, I haven't seen him since the meeting, when did he take off?" The blonde with a thunderbolt symbol on his hair groaned, turning his attention to an empty spot.

Sero stepped in, saying, "so we were talking about what to eat when suddenly bakugo just took off! Think it was a villain attack or something he rushed to?" Izuku furrowed his eyebrows, he stood still for a moment then he responded.

"I don't know but Kirishima also sped off somewhere, have you by any chance caught a glimpse of him?"

"No, at least we didn't see him leave," Sero replied, astounded to know two of their former classmates had disappeared, to add to it, none of them received any nearby villainous incursions.

"I'm getting a bad feeling, should we be worried? Is something going on? Something very serious?"

Izuku shifted back, attempting to conjure up the piece of the puzzle, most of the fractions were lost.

However, if he could confirm it without risking any casualties, he'd be fine, as long as he kept it under the rug, his red-haired friend shouldn't be in trouble. He quickly looked up, announcing.

"Let's get back to work. They should be fine. Also..." He wavered, reconsidering if he was doing the right thing.

"Do you know where kacchan lives?"

The blonde had barely closed his eyes.

Without a word left to contemplate, sitting beside the girl he swore he loves more than he lets on.

Her hand in his grasp remained still, with no strength in them to pull itself away from him, the discolored skin he mistakenly took a peek at was making him doubt himself and distrust his ideals. Then, he looked at her face, it was peaceful.

Her eyes shut close, lips dry and red from hard she must have nibbled her lips, a permanent scar bound to show on her forehead, he leaned forward, his shoulders curled inwards, holding in his breath as a sob escaped his mouth.

He felt ashamed to let his emotions rage.

"Sir, we reassure you she will be alright, all she needs is some rest and recovery time. We understand your concern but we will take care of her."

A nurse calmly stated to him, clenching his fist, glaring at the occupants of the sanitary hospital, willing to throw punches if things of his selection were restricted.

He couldn't exactly tell them that he needed to make sure she wasn't trying to escape now, could he?

"I need to see her damn it!" He shouted.

"You will! Just that she is undergoing treatment, after that, you can remain by her sir." She smiled, and with her posture and attitude, it seemed like it wasn't her first time dealing with extraordinary people.

"You've been doing that for hours?! How much longer before I can see her?" He quickly slips his fingers through his blonde hair, striving to hold off his frustration, pacing backward.

The nurse anxiously inspected him taking hasty steps toward a seat, sitting down with his head bowed, hands positioned on his knees, attempting to stifle a shaky breath, and staring down at the floor. He remembered he came rushing home when he was at U.A.

He was in his hero costume, sweaty and unable to breathe, if people recognized him, he couldn't care less, but if someone who knew him were to become aware of this, questions would arise, questions he didn't want to answer or be asked of.

The nurse awkwardly turned around to leave. Abandoning him with his self-loathing thoughts.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Will she be okay?" He asked.

His dull and weary eyes amassed unspoken sympathy from the middle-aged man. He stared at him, scantily nodding before he uttered.

"Fortunately, she didn't suffer any life-threatening injuries so she should be fine in about 3 to 6 months if given the correct medications." He carried on.

"Avoid any external activities once it is safe to discharge her. If any compilations occur, it will be hard for her." He reassured the young man, who quietly listened.

Watching the doctor depart from their room with an unreadable expression painted across his face, he directed his attention back to the girl, returning to his seat where he had dozed off.

He observed her.

All while his thoughts were sapping away his ease, he never fought back, he let it seethe, never acknowledged it, waiting for it to consume him whole.

Her chest rose up and down, the same as he remembered from the night, her breathing was the only indication that let him know she was alive, otherwise, he might have grown frantic and have done something regrettable.

His phone vibrated.

Kept at the table to charge, the screen lid up with the caller ID, he swiftly grabbed it, taking it with him. Stopping outside the room, he picked up the call.

Instantly, hearing someone's voice he hadn't expected.

He made him want to throw the device and force it into tiny chunks. Izuku anxiously mumbled.

"Kacchan, I've been trying to reach you since yesterday, um... Where are you? Kaminari and the others were worried."

"I'm fine. What do you want?" He grumbled, grimacing upon recalling that the greenette on the line had prior history with his girl.

"I... don't know how to say it... But I checked [Y/N]'s house, she wasn't there and the place wasn't untouched." Katsuki instantly stiffened, replying with a disquieted tone.

"What are you suggesting?" He grimly asked. Then he shifted his focus to look outside the windows, the figures crossing his sight blurring out as he concentrated on the male's voice. He expanded his query.

"And how do you know where she lives?"

"She told me... Look, she isn't picking up her calls it is barely even connecting, and she hasn't replied to my texts. I can't reach her! I'm worried something could have happened to her..." He articulated his thoughts. The unrest in his voice couldn't be faked.

But, was he trying to fool him?

He does not trust him.

"Kacchan? Kacchan?" Izuku's words snapped him out of his trace. He instantly toughened up, with a disgruntled pitch to his voice and feet firmly planted on the ground, he responded.

"Shut up damn nerd, since when did you start to care for her, huh?!" The abrupt transition in the conversation certainly stunned the male on the call.

"And why are you bringing me into this? I'm guessing someone told you something." Izuku shortly interrupted. "Kacchan I know you didn't have the best relationship with [Y/N] but I'm telling you in case it is something very serious."

"Hmm, one thing I learned from our childhood is that you are a good liar, and don't act like you are all innocent either, I know you-"

"Why are you getting so defensive all of a sudden??! See, this is exactly why we can't have a proper talk. As heroes, we should try to help anyone in need. We can't bring our personal feelings in the case."

"I never did and never will and you don't tell me what to do!" He raised his voice, immediately reaping weird looks from bypassers.

"Kacchan-" he promptly ended the hectic exchange. Presented with a clear motive in mind.

He needed to take her somewhere safe.

••

"It sounded pretty intense..." Uraraka commented, moving back from the device, attending to her horrified friend staring at his phone with wide eyes, his heart was beating faster.

"He did not sound happy... Maybe he's moved on from her, I mean, we can't say thKirishimaima lied but, are you sure he loved your classmate, [Y/N] you called her." She raised a question, observing izuku regard everything but her.

"No... No, he loved her more than I did." Uraraka's expression changed, the male had not managed to see it.

"I'm sure of it." He looked up, "there were lots of rumors about them in school, I can't say they were true, however, from what I know, everyone in school was saying they had an affair going on..."

"You loved her?" Uraraka grinned, gulping down an unlikeable notion.

"That's not the point. He never treated her well and she would be against marriage with him if what Kirishimaima said was true. She hates him..."

"Are you trying to convince yourself that she's in love with him or are you presuming she hates him?"

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes as he absorb her words, wordlessly wanting her to explain what she meant.

"What I'm telling is, people change, if she's happy to marry him we shouldn't assume and leap onto her circumstances uninvited." She said.

"I don't know what you are talking about uraraka-san... I get what you mean by not forcing ourselves into making her decision, kacchan was never good to her."

"Yeah, but he's changing."

Izuku sighed, bending his head down. He retorted, "I can't let her and kacchan be together, you just don't get it."

Uraraka didn't say anything, she already knew whatever might happened between izuku and her was enough for them to be a little more than friends.

Dare she say, a one-sided love.

"He's not good for her."

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pologize if the quality of my writing wasn't the same as usual. A Little stressed, is all. Hope you enjoy it.