He wasn't supposed to be there.

Beside her when she woke up, so intimately close to her body and watching with a mellow gleam, an eased arm on her waist, periodically squeezing her when she tries to stir around and face away, there's an unspoken rule of not making eye contact when someone is too close, that's exactly what she did, feeling a little uneasy to supply her lungs with air.

"Aren't you going to greet me?" He suddenly inquired with an irascible voice, leaning inwards and pulling her near him. She nervously giggled, electing that saying something was better than nothing, so she answered.

"Morning." He didn't come across as pacified, and she charily sought to peel off his hold but he quickly got defensive.

"Aren't you going to call me by my first name?" He sternly implored, she drew in a shallow breath while she could, staring into his eyes, the fervent fragrance of burnt caramel concealing the small space he had made for her. It made her a little doubtful and reminisced about his behavior the previous day.

"If you want me to..." She wobbly replied, bending her head so she didn't have to obligate to his coveted gaze. Changing directions and observing the rosy light coated on the walls by the early day-spring she sensed his grasp get warmer.

He stridently exhaled, suddenly getting up and sitting on the side of the mattress, his face steering down while she shifted backward, keeping her eyes on him and he stood up and said, "Get up."

She didn't move.

He groaned and repeated, "Get up, we are going outside. You better not try anything or else I'm leaving you here locked up."

"If you think about calling for help or look at someone the wrong way." He turned towards her.

"You'll have to face whatever I deem proper after we come back, got it?" He said, slowly she dismantled her position and bobbed her head, glancing to the left as he opened the closet, rampaging through the hangers, and threw a set of black shirts and jeans across the room and having it land on the bed.

She mended her unkempt hair, loosening her strained shoulders and shrugging them back to release the tension while frowning, he came back, glaring down at her as if to wordlessly instruct her to remove her clothes.

"I can do it." She pushed her luck.

"If you don't do as I say, I'll make you do it." He replied, closing in her face, not wanting to have him force her into compliance again, she unwillingly rose her shirt over her head, folding her arms around her belly, being painfully aware of his inspecting gaze.

He grabbed the shirt, draping it around her body and buttoning it, she didn't want him to look at her again when she was minimally dressed so she quickly took the pants and wore them, no doubt, he was not happy with her choice. He glared at her, however, decided to keep his mouth shut.

"Be ready before I can come back," he ordered, walking out of the room. Had he canceled his patrol for today?

They had breakfast in the same unsettling atmosphere as before, this time, he wasn't all that moody, she could say, she finished hers a little faster than katsuki, quiescently watching him, looking away when he sensed her gaze, it made her want to run off to an isolated area again, she relented, however, right after they were done.

He decided to make his plans more apparent.

He brought duct tape and a coal-black facemask, she wasn't certain until he neared her lips and taped it on her mouth, pressing it harder so that it couldn't come off if she tried to, putting the mask on and devilishly smiled. It hid her lower face, nobody could assume she was restrained with her kidnapper right next to her.

"There, now you are ready, you pull off your mask to ask for help, you'll get more punishment to bear, got it?" he coyly whispered, and she slightly bowed her head.

She nodded. He doesn't trust her.

She was back in the same car.

Reliving her dreaded memories from the night he broke her phone, kidnapped her, and yelled at her, it was still so very vivid in her agitated state, his reassuring grip on her thighs also served as a hefty reminder, coddling her skin with a tender glint in his stern eyes, most delighted from the situation he has stranded her in. 

she stared down, her legs shaking feeling like something heavy was sitting on top of her head, she could not assimilate the signs and the blurry images of the cars, it gave her a headache, she wasn't able to breathe, her heart hammering in her ribcage, she held her face, hissing, how could he have not noticed?

"Your head hurting?" he asked, lifting a brow, she confirmed it with a tiny nod, slumping back to rest her throbbing skull, closing her eyes, trying to forget she was ever with him.

"Let's not play with kacchan anymore." 

She had requested on a sanguine cloudless day, clenching her fists to her sides and glaring at the young boy with her chin down, her lower lip pursed, attempting to seem as strict as she could muster with her cute face.

"Why not?" izuku replied, looking at the girl with open eyes.  

"Because he is mean, to me, to you. We shouldn't hang with him anymore," she answered with her cheeks puffed, her expression contorting in disgust and displeasure recalling the blonde kid. 

"We shouldn't do that to kacchan, he is our friend!" the innocent boy demurred, showing his frivolity with extended palms, non-verbally telling her she was being unreasonable with her selections. She did not yield to his charms, knitting her eyebrows and narrowing her eyes

"He does that to us all the time..." she argued, upper lip rising, snarling.

"But we shouldn't be mean too, you know." 

She huffed, still not in agreement with his poor decision, "I don't like him, he is especially rude to you sometimes, can we not be around him all the time?" she said, putting some distance between her and the boy, tightly folding her arms, walking in the opposite direction. Not towards the playground izuku had expressed to go. 

"Don't be mean like him too, he's so cool though... why don't you like him?"

She tossed him a nasty glare, quickly turning her head away from him and picking up her pace, "I just don't, he's always looking at me... looking so angry." she carried on.

"And you don't defend him! I don't like him, I don't wanna play with him, his group doesn't like me nor does he, I don't wanna be around him!" she firmly stated, the greenette raced after her, all while she was dismissing his presence.

"What should we do then?" he softly implored, looking up at the girl.

"I don't know, but anything is better than being with him..."

The shy boy did not respond, quietly following behind the girl, going to their homes to do something now that their original plan was butchered, just at the crossing of the road, they stumbled across his small group of friends gathered around him.

The female jumped, dragging the boy along with her to hide from their notorious friend, sadly for her, one of the kids had seen her frame, so he pointed right in the direction she had dashed into. "Was that loopy?" he said, kacchan darted his attention behind him, squinting his eyes.

"Where?" he inquired, "I saw her run into that corner over there, think it was her?" he pointed towards her location. "Let's see, Deku promised to bring her with him."

The young ones were breathing a sigh of relief when their peace was intruded.

"Oh! Guess you were right." chuckled the blonde boy, dropping his smile upon seeing them huddled together.

"What are you two losers doing?" He started, slowly covering the gap placed between them, she gulped, standing behind izuku.

"Hey kacchan, we... um were looking for you." He sheepishly replied, anxiously smiling, shouldering the girl's view.

"Why is she hiding behind you?" He snarled,

"Izuku, I wanna go home..." She gently whispered, however, her voice seemed to have reached the blonde as well, who instantly furrowed his eyebrows, appearing unhappy.

"...' Wanna go home' huh loser!" He mimicked her tone, more upset than he should be.

"We're going to play, you losers are going to come, so you both better be grateful I'm inviting you two useless nerds." He said, especially giving the feeble girl a harsh glare before assembling the group.

"Loopy!! You stand at the front!" He added.

"Or else I just know you'll run off from behind like a coward."

She heard playful giggles all the way, kacchan had been walking beside her while the three others and izuku obeyed behind them, she was certain she heard them say 'Boss looks so happy' and 'Look at them holding hands dude!'

He had just astounded her with it, coiling his small hand into hers, his chin held up high as he grinned, she didn't say it but his palms were sweaty, all part of his uniquely stupid fawned quirk, explosions.

"Our boss is looking nice!" One of them cheered, and the kid in question responded with, "Obviously!"

They ceased at a 'do not trespass' sign, and he dragged her along after shouting misplaced words of encouragement and entering the zone, it's the worst idea he'd come up with, she was not about to get into trouble cause of his foolishness and their eagerness to follow him.

But the worst was about to come.

As they bravely walked in front of them, on a log of wood placed on top of a small river, she cautiously tightened her grasp, steadying her uneven steps to keep up the pace, however, kacchan slipped on a slimy texture and she was no brute to hold him up.

As a result, they both fell.

She didn't take much of the impact, she landed on him, their tiny bodies hurting but not injured, drenched in water from top to toe, it wasn't a long fall so thankfully, they didn't suffer any major wounds. She got up, staring at the blonde's wide eyes, flustered, she quickly stumbled away.

"You guys okay down there??"

Yelled his group from atop the lumber, gazing down at the two fallen in the creek, kacchan had somewhat cushioned her descent, taking most of the consequences of his absurd actions, which she knew she should have resisted but didn't.

The boy looked at her, flushed pink, grabbing her hand, pulling her with him, resilient not to speak with anyone during the rest of their venture.

Before she and izuku departed, she talked.

"If you want to play with him, then fine, but I'm not coming with you. See you around." She wasn't angry but something just felt so off at that moment with him at the pond that she wasn't thinking anything through. Leaving home with soaked clothes, and wet hair, not knowing what she was about to tell her mom.

"O-okay... I'm going to come about tomorrow!" He replied, shyly bidding the girl goodbye. She didn't say anything.

They were far neighbors, she and kacchan, she would always see him at the playground congregated around where she would dillydally, with his friends, she ended up losing her favorite niche because of him.

She was avoiding him after that incident.

One afternoon, when the place was empty and she had dearly yearned for it, she went ahead and relished in the tranquil environment, joyously moving her legs back and forth, too tardy to notice the figures behind her.

A water balloon crashed into her head.

Then boisterous laughter invaded her senses, glancing up to the proud union of his friends, the leader had taken a little longer to emerge before her sight. Ecstatic at her presence, she rubbed her damp hair, susceptible to cruel words.

"Loopy didn't see that coming!"

"Yeah, she's sure fallen hard for our boss!" His gang chortled and she strenuously inhaled, her upper lip pressed in, dyeing an irritated gloss on her face, she fiercely glared at them.

"I don't like your boss! I don't like any one of you!!" She raised her voice, twitching with rage, "You losers don't even have any manners! First, learn how to be a better human!" She gushed out her negative emotions, stopping the kid's giggle. Who gawked at her sudden rude awakening.

"What did you say loopy?!" Kacchan broke the static silence, stepping toward her.

"I don't like you!!" She repeated, louder.

As soon as harm had been made evident, she rushed out of the area. Abandoning an enraged Katsuki behind.

The next day at school, something changed, everyone looked at her differently, they would mumble something into each other's ears, bumping shoulders more often than usual, whatever they heard, made them want to exclude her from anything.

She wasn't talked to, she got isolated, and all of a sudden, even izuku was reticent, gazing at her with betrayed eyes, without saying anything asking her why she did what she did, she was baffled, she hadn't done anything.

She doesn't know what rumours were distributed about her, but everyone seemed to hate her.

She was writing something, it was a bustling lunch break and she had not eaten her food, not feeling hungry and motivated. Minding her own business, when she felt her hair slightly move. Then she saw a piece of it drop on her shoulder from the corner of her eyes, greeting her eyes was Katsuki with a scissor in hand.

She looked down, finding her hair strands on the floor, unattached, still.

She screamed.

"Hey, wake up."

She groaned, shifting and unprepared to drift into reality, his deep voice reached her ears again, closer than before.

"Oi! Idiot, get up!" He exhorted, she fluttered her eyes wide, pointing her weary glance at him and observing outside the door to see where they had arrived, it had gotten dark. Katsuki grimaced, leaning back with a sharp glare. She rapidly blinked, slowly inserting her legs out.

She had fallen asleep and slept for long enough that it was nighttime, she yawned, still aloof in her dreamy thoughts and reviving herself up.

"Do you want me to carry you?" He pestered, and she softly shook her head.

Reeling but managed to stand her ground as Katsuki locked the door with his hand densely holding her wrist, sanctioning no chance of escape, she inspected the idyllic place, secluded somewhere inside a public park not frequented by any, it was just him and her again.

He brought her to a bench and had her settle down, the gap between them inadequate and his clasp claiming her down, receptive that she could not overwhelm him if she tried to run. She didn't know where she was, so she had to be smart if she was going to do it.

He gripped her hand, calling for her attention.

"Look at me, idiot." He muttered, forcing her face to him and removing the mask, warning her with his eyes before tearing the tape off her lips, it hurt for a split second.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush." He started, sternly staring at her, she inconsistently made eye contact, she was anxious already and whatever he said wasn't any less reason for concern.

"We are going to make it official." He declared, her heart dropped, and she receded into her skin. He couldn't be that serious, certainly, this wasn't going to be a normal relationship if they even attempted, the damage was already done.

"I want to make us real, I've loved you for long enough, and you love me as well, so, it's only natural for us to get married... Have a family." He calmly said, "I've thought about it... It's what you and I want."

She gulped, her body gone stiff, comprehending his words, living through her unquiet thoughts, closing her eyes now that the cold breeze was stifling her as the rationale had registered in her mind. She didn't want it.

"A brat of our own..." He mused, "I know you are going to love them." He finished, he tugged her face, glaring into her fear-stricken face. He sneered.

"No is not the answer here, you can't live without me I know you can't, you need me." 

"I'm not going to let you refuse."

She was trembling, not opting to speak anything until he made it difficult not to.

"Say something damn it!!" He shouted.

She was conflicted, pretending alone seemed like a hazardous choice when her unwillingness was so clear, he wasn't going to fall for that, and if she did refute, what was he going to do?

What option does she have? In her troubled mind, nothing was making sense.

She didn't want to be stuck with him for her entire life, she just didn't have the will to tolerate him longer than she already had.

"I... I don't know." She replied.

His reaction didn't feel encouraging to proceed with her diatribe against his inkling, suddenly their small space becoming all the more suffocating now that he'd let go of his invisible restraints.

"What?" He bitterly taunted, "What do you mean you don't know?!" The only thing remaining was for him to lift his hand at her and the unpleasant aura emitting from him rendered her apprehensive, but he paused.

The sound of her heartbeat ringing inside her ears picked up at the sound of Katsuki's voice, who abruptly gleamed an eerie smile.

"Oh, I get it." He resumed.

"You want me to take the responsibility, of course, a stupid woman like you needs someone who can make the decisions for you."

"Don't worry, I can do just that, you won't have to concern yourself with any decisions." He gently caressed her cheek, leaning near with just a few inches apart.

She didn't do anything.

Persisting still, the brief glimpse she had taken of his stare, flashed before her eyes. He didn't appear the same, a sense of homesickness overwhelmed her, she just could not stay strong for long.

"I'll take all the responsibility."

"For you."

She was enduring it.