Katsuki stared at the wall in his office, the papers slogging his table half-done, the bland office aromatised with the keen smell of burnt caramel, windows wide and sterile, everything made to his preference.

The blonde himself appears to be in an unpleasant mood, his thoughts shrinking back to her, what her mother said, what it meant.

What it meant for him.

She wasn't only going to leave him but marry someone else, someone better.

Inadvertently his grip on the pen increased, breathing in and out a little faster, furiously scrawling on the white sheets when the notion of her being with some other man came into his mind.

Unknowingly he had also begun to tremble. His knuckle had gone white, lips tightly sealed, glaring at the objects as if they had done him wrong as if they contained a horrible memory he couldn't condone.

He had to know she wasn't trying to escape. If she does, he's going to do something regrettable.

Starting the program on his device, he selected the CCTV footage and soon enough, it showed her room, clean, with no conspicuous thing shattered or tapered, his precious victim in bed, peacefully asleep. Thinking he couldn't see her.

She stirred and her face was now within view, he silently watched, content with the knowledge that he has her, and they were going to marry, he's her life-long partner, not anybody else, he's the one who'd see her every day, someone who loves her, someone who's going to protect her.

She belongs to him now and he's not going to let her parents or any third-class lover get in his way.

He's her best choice.

"Good morning sir, Mr Red riot has requested to see you. May I let him in?" Solicited the female assistant who entered his office shyly, Katsuki side-eyes her, evaluating her words and shortly after, he grunted with furrowed eyebrows.

Sometime later, kirishima joined him. Smiling bright and cloaked in his hero costume, he seemed gladder than usual. He cheered, "Hey man! How's it going?"

Katsuki remained still. He did not answer.

Kirishima's grin slightly wavered, anxiously looking at the tall windows, he put forward a curious question, "so... Are you okay? You look out of it today."

The blonde male glared at him, soundlessly deeming the query unworthy of a response.

"Okay... You wanna grab a bite? Chill for a bit and maybe talk." Kirishima suggested after a tense moment of waiting, whilst the blonde without a word strode out of the room, resigning the redhead to follow behind him.

"Is something wrong dude? You can trust me, man, we're friends! We can share some stuff right?" Kirishima attempted to ameliorate the male but it seemed like he wasn't in the mood to talk or look at him.

The friend decided to keep quiet after that.

The sector was bustling with heroes and sidekicks, and the atmosphere was like the market area where there's no rule to keep the peace, bargaining and talking as one would want, the two friends sauntered past many people on their way to the restaurant. Both keep up a steady pace, the usual smile on the redhead somewhat dimmed.

Kirishima observed his friend walk, standing tall and stomping with heavy footsteps, his composure tautened, while he knew this was the normal way he acted, just something felt eerie.

"So you told me you may or may not have gotten a girlfriend." The redhead nervously began, absolving the weird sensation within himself.

"Good for you man, you got one before me, what's she like? I seriously thought you were hooking up with your assistant for a second." He strived to joke but it served no purpose as the comment fell on deaf ears and unanswered.

He sighed, thinking it was time to cease his questioning and silently go along with his friend.

They reached the diner, stepping in and moving towards the stairs where mostly only notable people were allowed, just to avoid running into hard-die fans, it was their regular spot. The blonde first welcomed himself inside, about to book his seat when his other friend thoughtfully called out to someone.

"Hey, guys! Are you having lunch as well?" He asked, Katsuki frowned, it was izuku and his nerd gang.

"Oh kirishima! Yeah, we are just waiting for our orders." The greenette replied, politely returning the kind smile.

"How about we join you?" He suggested, Katsuki mentally groaned, he wanted to complain but found himself settling down and leaning backwards whilst folding his arms. It was him, kirishima, pink cheeks, four eyes, and izuku.

"How's it going, guys? Patrols can be exhausting at times, how are you holding up?" The redhead initiated a conversation, and the blonde wordlessly listened, unbothered to include himself.

"Yeah so far so good." The three nodded.

"Oh, deku! I remembered the friend we met here, how is she? It's been quite some time." The brunette queried, perking up when the topic to discuss came into mind.

Izuku anxiously grinned, recalling he forgot to tell them anything about her and their history with the blonde watching them in front of him, he couldn't guess right? He carefully spoke up.

"She's good, we haven't talked." He responded, the redhead slightly widened his eyes, saying, "Woah dude, you got a girlfriend too?"

"H-huh no- we are just friends."

"Too? Who else got a girlfriend?" Uraraka inquired, furrowing her eyebrows, the male hesitated, as if he recollected something, with a shy grin he said.

"Um... Sero."

"Wait really?!"

Katsuki looked at them, thinking about her.

What could she be doing right now?

Time quickly transpired, and they both finished their meals and were about to resume work.

"Hey, kirishima." Katsuki suddenly called out as they left the inn. Staring with stern eyes and a grimace.

"What's up?" The redhead retorted, putting on a tiny smile, the blonde then asked. "You are going to help me with something."

The friend blinked, uncertain but didn't say otherwise.

It was past 9 when she woke up from her nap

The room was dark and didn't seem like anyone had come into her space, drowsily she picked herself up and squinted, slowly inching to the switch across her bed.

She sat up straight. Looking around as she contemplated her situation, the dream she just had was disturbing, and it put her on edge.

She was back in her middle school days.

Sitting in the dull classroom with everyone paying attention to the teacher, she sat in the middle with her open book and a pen so tightly clenched in her fist, her lips small as she glanced over at the blonde, watching her from the corner.

She sinks into her seat, apprehensive and impatient to leave, but suddenly, the intense urge to cry washed over her, it persisted and suddenly, she was weeping.

Nobody seemed to mind and continued.

She was sobbing, the droplets soaking into the black lines and white paper, discolouring the ink, her vision blurry as everything faded from sight and now, it truly felt like she was alone and even if everyone were surrounding her, she was lonely.

She hastily shook off her thoughts. Continuing her breathing as more unquiet thoughts occurred.

Even in her dreams, her sister was out of the picture. It reopened an old wound every time she thinks back to the time when she and her sister played off their misery.

It was her fault. She should have stopped her sister when she had the chance. But now, even familial bonds are forgettable. Does knowing someone for far less than someone who knew you half your life outweigh their importance?

Was love so strong? Was her love not good enough then? Was she that irrelevant?

She just wanted those good old times back.

Where she would be naive enough to ignore the signs and gleefully cope and smile.

"Sis, can you help me with colouring my hair? That colour you put on didn't develop at all." She mused with a pout, troubling the young adult having her dinner.

She appeared stressed and upset. Eventually, she glared, irritated and said.

"No, some other time, I have to talk with Joel this weekend, it's his day off and I won't get to talk to him otherwise."

Visibly, she was pained. But didn't say anything.

Perhaps it is easy to replace her, she isn't that good anyway so she can't blame anyone, but she can't lie and say, it doesn't hurt her.

A month later after that exchange, her parents and her sister got into a big fight. It was a rough period in her life but she prevailed. It ended with a confirmation for marriage, and that was that her sister's promise to stay together even after she settled In with her life-long partner, was neglected.

Being alone and remaining to think, causes a lot of bad thoughts and memories to resurface, she concluded.

It didn't help that her current predicament aided in that. But what could she do? She's trapped.

She laid down once again, letting a few tears slip down her cheeks and disappear into the pillow, she pulled the blanket over her head and curled within herself, hoping with sleep she could forget. Sadly...

He came home.

Without thinking, she wiped the surviving treads of tears and further leaned forward and pulled her legs inwards, the sounds grew apart, and her muscles tensed up. She was unskilled to foretell his actions as it is, if he attacks her out of nowhere, what's she going to do?

She remained still, drawing in a deep breath while she had the chance, seeking to placate her thumping heart but how could she? She was scared.

She hadn't touched her food either if he sees it, there's no doubt there will chastising revolts about it, she only didn't eat because she was sleeping half the day and felt like she could live by without a little food here and there.

That thought added more strain to her worries.

The door opened before she could do something to quash her minor trouble, she could hear him approach her, this had become a natural routine, even if by now, she would have adjusted, she just couldn't. It was unnerving.

"Hey. How long are you going to sleep?" He pensively muttered near her ear, she jolted even when she was expecting his gruff voice.

She blinked, got up and soberly stared at him. She didn't use her words, she tried to smile instead, to her dismay, it didn't make much of a difference.

"Did you eat?" He asked. She looked around, her already wavering grin diminishing.

"No..." She responded.

He drew out a loud groan, saying, "why are you so ungrateful, loopy." He closed the distance between them, continuing, "just when I thought you learned your lesson, do I need to remind you every day?"

"No Katsuki." She spoke, his name slipped out by pure accident, she wasn't succumbing to his will, right? No, she isn't. She isn't.

The blonde seemed slightly surprised himself.

"I meant no. I'm sorry, I wasn't hungry." She restated, despite being aware it wouldn't make a difference when the deed's done and heard.

He didn't say anything.

For a while, there was silence until he shifted towards her. She did the opposite and backed away. He was angry at her, wasn't he?

"I said I'm sorry! Please stop." She pleaded. He instantly grimaced, grabbing her waist when she didn't stop to think and realize, now that they were closer, he grinned wide, nearing her face till their lips were an inch apart.

"Are you teasing me? Loopy, didn't think you could have the guts to say my name. Are you trying to get out of trouble?" He smirked and lightly chuckled, "it's working, you ought to use that more."

She slowly aims to turn her face to the right, wanting to deny him any closure to her lips, he had already stolen her first kiss, and she's not going to give him any chances to achieve anything more out of it. He promptly noticed her struggles.

"Heh, so you are teasing me." He mumbled and then gripped her neck with his other hand, forcing her to veer her face back to him.

"Why don't we take a bath together?" He suddenly suggested, needing to get back at her to get a sensible reaction to amuse himself.

Even if her disagreement was clear as day, he picked her up, walking out of her room and to his.

His room was modern and intact, everything stored in the room was neat, and his bed felt more comfortable, she anxiously surveyed the space as Katsuki locked the entrance, her legs pressed against each other, her hands near her stomach, pondering her decision.

She looked up at him, his form hovering over her, they used to be the same height in their school days, however, currently, he was taller than her.

"Do I need to undress you or are you going to do it yourself." He chastised, hands at the hem of her shirt upon deciding whether or not he should test her. She quickly shook her head, ignoring his touch, soundlessly doffing off her attire till her bra and panties were visible.

She wasn't going to take those off.

He grew irritated, harshly mouthing, "do you need me to take them off?"

"I'm not comfortable with that." She replied. "I can bathe by myself, can we stop?"

"Too bad, your husband just wants to help you and you are being a brat." He returned her gesture, and without any word, he hastily snaked his hand around her abdomen and attached his finger to the fabric, moving it down while keeping her bound.

"What happened with calling me 'Katsuki'? Already started to hate me again, huh?"

"No this isn't right! Stop!" She strongly resisted his tugs, "we aren't even married yet! Stop it!" She cried out, desperately wishing to drag herself back when he put his body weight on hers, effortlessly halting her capacity to breathe.

Without any second thoughts, she shoved her knee straight into his private part and freed an opportunity for herself.

He grumbled, his figure lowered as she pulled up her underwear and imposed some much-needed distance between them. Breathing heavily, shuddering upon meeting his irate gaze, what should she do?

Even if she ran off to any other rooms and locked herself in, how long till even that is inefficient, she doesn't know the passcode, the windows are sealed, and she barely knows anything. He will catch up to her, no matter the cost.

Katsuki grimly snickered.

Looking straight into her soul.

THE NEXT DAY

Her stomach hurts. The mild bruise on her wrist stung from time to time, she gently concealed her face with the black blanket, nobody else in the room with her, it was just her, the curtains were parted, and there was no meal like it usually was beside her bed.

She slowly rolled to the left, discerning the pale walls she sees every day in her captivity, the same old wall her mind associated with her room at home. Some days, she'd spend her precious time staring at it, for hours even.

Recalling the most mundane thing to keep herself sane. Repeating it over and over again once the topic gets too colonized.

Nowadays, it felt like her thoughts were eating her alive. Each one was somehow more livid and unbearable than the other.

She sat up, feeling uncomfortable, and she reflected on her past. Happy ones to keep her safe.

For how long, she wonders.

It was unfair how he got to roam and be hailed a hero, while she gets to stay indoors, locked up and trapped, would someone even deem her missing? She doubts it.

Her parents were the only ones who'd defend her, and now after she reassured them, they would have no reason to suspect her motivation, she's done this before, this is how she's been.

Pushing everyone away.

Perhaps a part of her does fear being abandoned, who's to say even her most dearest ones, who say they would never leave her, end up leaving her for good reasons, it doesn't matter, she tells herself.

She's been alone for most of her time.

"Loopy doesn't have any friends! Nobody likes her!" A group of young children rave at the petite girl on the concrete floor, in the playground they were no one else, the girl had her head down, and tears were present, just on the verge of slipping out of her eyes.

A few minor cuts on her knees and her hands suffered from the impact of her prior fall. Her clothes had gotten a speck of mud on them, a little on her limbs as well. She stared at the blonde's faction.

"Because she's crazy!" One of the kids shouted. It truly maimed her. This was the cost of letting her anger take control, she has no other choice but to take it. Bare it.

"Right, boss?" Swiftly the boy turned to the blonde, the youngster smirking with his arms folded across his chest, holding his chin high. He replied, "yeah, that's what she gets for rejecting me."

"Yeah!!" They all approved.

It was at that time, tears finally flowed down her cheeks. Sobs ranked up her body, her lips firmly curled down, at once, the boys silenced themselves after seeing their victim break down.

Suddenly the girl got up and ran. Not looking back even once.

She had come home, sad, she was six or seven years old, she could barely remember, she had been in a fight.

Her mother was in the kitchen, washing the dishes and singing a lullaby as she cleansed the plate with water, it was just her mother at the moment, her father at work, and her sister at school.

It was silent until the entrance opened and closed. The mother turned around for a second, certain it was her husband who came early. She went on ahead with soaked hands, ceasing at the door to find it vacant, figuring he had gone to their room she swiftly made her way towards it.

But then, someone made a sound on the upper floor. She recognized that voice instantly, her youngest daughter.

She was supposed to be in her kindergarten.

She quickly neared the child's room, oddly enough, it was empty. Confused, she peeked further into the space and paused by the table, as far as she could tell, her daughter wasn't there.

So, who made that sound?

Ousting it for her peace of mind, she returned downstairs, searching the other rooms for her husband but there was no sign of him.

Did she imagine hearing the door open and close or was she just about to go insane? Maybe she should get her ears checked once more.

Then clearly, almost unmistakenly, she heard crying. Distant and soft, she could heed it.

Walking back to the room, she spotted the corner where no one was present however, someone was sobbing, her blood runs cold, it sounded just like her daughter's voice. She shouldn't be home by now.

Steadily she shuffled forward, one slow step at a time, scared but for the sake of her daughters, as a mother, she could not bear to hear them cry.

"Sweetie is that you honey?" She calmly whispered. In front of the voice, eyes trained on the unoccupied nook, she leaned closer.

The young girl sniffed, looking up at her mother.

"I'm sorry..."

Reminiscing brought back dreadful memories.

Katsuki was in his office, putting off the smaller crimes to the sidekicks as a necessary mission. He had a lower chance of focusing when his mind is set on something else. More so what happened the last night.

He had taken a step in the wrong direction.

He knew that, he was aware of it, luckily he barely managed to stop himself. It had to be special, for both of them. It had to.

Inadequate to restrict his paranoia, he turned on his device and found himself obsessively watching her movements, she was in her room, shifting her leg back and forth. Her hands pressed down on the mattress, head bowed.

She was still in the attire he forced her to wear.

That had to be a good sign, no? It had to. He smiled, he had to prepare everything for the both of them. It shouldn't take long if he pulled the strings right.

He already had quite a few things organized.

"Sir? Mr red riot had been requesting you to call him this morning. Should I connect the line to yours?"

It was that annoying woman again. He groaned.

"No, I'm busy, I will call him myself. Do not disturb me." He sternly answered, adding one final message, "and put in a week's worth of leave, I have other things to do."

The lady quickly left his line of view, he pivoted his attention back to the footage. Thinking about what sort of dress was suitable for her.

He came home late evening.

Still, in his hero costume, he felt at ease now that he was home and if she ever tried to escape, he'd be able to stop her.

Hurrying towards her room, he lets his eyes land on her form, delicately settled on top of the bed, she immediately glanced at him, stiffening up in his presence. She attempted to smile.

"Um... You are back early." She softly muttered, slowly leaning backwards, losing her will to keep her smile believable. He wordlessly observed her for a while, dropping his equipment, and allowing her a moment to scoot back.

"Bet you had fun without me around." He replied, his hands exposed by his side, the female nervously giggled, saying, "No, you usually come home at 9 or around that time. I just asked."

He eventually ceased before her, looming over her figure, and she stared up, fear evident in her gaze, how could she forget the way he manhandled her the last night.

"I'm sorry." He abruptly lamented, subconsciously, she lightly concealed her bruise with her palm.

"I hurt you, didn't I? I always did. Even back then, you were so fragile, that you got hurt all the time. See." He touched her wrist, "That's why I have to protect you." He lowered himself, gently nearing her eyes, he continued.

"You need me."

She quickly twisted her face away from him, inhaling a bit faster than usual, something just didn't feel in place, her eyes were tearful, biting her lips to make certain not a drop of water left her eyes.

"I don't need you, I really don't, I only want to go home, be far away from you because I don't think... I can handle the nightmares anymore." Her voice inevitably cracked at the finish. He heard it.

"Please I'm begging you, let's go our separate ways, we can keep this between us."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I can't!!" He raised his voice, vigorously shaking her shoulder as if to knock some sense into her brain. It succeeds in loosening her hold on her sporadic psyche.

"Is It so bad to be protected by someone who loves you? It must be if you want to just up and leave! Like always." He carried on, and so did her tears.

"I love you so much! Even back when we were kids, even back when I used to fuck with you, bully you! You never gave me your full attention! You were always ignoring me- avoiding me!!" He yelled.

"I searched for you everywhere after you left school, left your old home, and after I've won you, you still don't want me? Guess me trying so hard isn't good enough for you huh?! No matter what I did, you'll just leave me! Like the coward you are."

His potent glare intensified, permitting his grasp on her to waver, he slumped his head forward. A drop of water fell from his ruddy eyes and then another, absorbing into her dress, she had a hard time guessing what to do.

"Why do you hate me... So much? I fucking love you and you just... Never want to love me. Am I so fucking bad? I know I can be an asshole, but I'm trying so hard, for you."

He closed the gap between them.

"I love you. So much, but I guess you will never love me, and it doesn't matter." He kept going.

"You are stuck with me now. Too bad, right?" He laughed, both of them were so intimately close, that she could almost hear his breath.

"I was your first kiss, and nobody else will take my place." That sealed his oath.

A phone call interrupted the two. Katsuki ignored it, not about to grab it out of his pocket or receive it, she slowly attempted to pry him away, not so afraid of his expected reaction. She wasn't going to abide by him.

Does this mean she's never going to see her parents if she can't escape? She hopes not.

It would kill her.

"Please give me some space." She coldly whispered, trying to push his weight off her body, he growled, barking out a, "shut up."

"I won't shut up. Get off..." She struggled, somehow still affected by his words and actions.

"I said shut up loopy. Do you want me to hurt you so that I can be the bad guy in your eyes?" Katsuki argued, staring deep into her gaze.

"There's nothing between us! You were my bully and I used to let you paddle the way but now, I'm not going to! I'll leave you one or another way, you'll see." She challenged, she shouldn't have but she did, being discreet was not the first thing on her mind.

He visibly grimaced, taunting back, "as if I'll let you." She stared back.

Katsuki's paranoia heightened.

THE NEXT DAY

"Good morning Mister dyamight." A student suddenly greeted him upon his sudden arrival at U.A, he had been called for an emergency backup for a small villain attack near the school. So, heroes had assembled.

He nodded, rushing straight towards the entrance he used to walk endorsed with the thoughts of her, at times, visualizing how different it would have been if she attended the hero course with him.

However, he had realised It would have been a dangerous endeavour for her.

He welcomed himself into the meeting room, to see others' familiar faces. The principal, and his late teacher, Mr Aizawa.

"Just in time. Let's begin."

The tiny white mouse commenced cautiously, "we had a group of villains who attacked our school this week. They called themselves 'fanatics' they had our students do their jobs, they were mind-controlled by a particular individual who we have not yet identified."

The heroes in the room slightly stiffened. Listening along soundly, "of course it could be nothing big, but I am concerned it might have to do with something bigger. While this has become public information, we will have to keep it under wraps."

"It may sound foolish, however, if he is still alive then he could very well be controlling these villains." He carried on.

"Take it with a grain of salt. We have informed you so that we all can vigilant." Aizawa finished.

"We hope you can patrol the area for today, you are free to leave. Remain careful."

The conference was evicted, and everyone departed with the knowledge they had just attained, "hey bakubro, where are you going?"

Katsuki stopped to glare at the redhead, fed up with his inference, he said, "home. Stop questioning me around." He rudely uttered, stomping away, he might have to remain for a bit but he could not leave her all alone now.

He needed to be home.

Kirishima halted, deciding it was futile following him when he was grumpy and moody. "Who Is going to patrol with bakugo today?" Asked uraraka from behind.

"I will. It's been a while since I and kacchan did a patrol." Izuku answered with a kind smile, the redhead shot him a sad grin, "good luck pal, he's extra moody today haha."

"Yeah, I noticed."

Kirishima smiled, mentally estimating if he should let them in on something. However, he wanted to respect his friend's wishes and secretly initiated the question.

"So, hey midoriya, did bakugo have a crush on someone in the past? I'm curious to know."

The greenette anxiously grinned, scratching his cheek, uraraka seemed interested as well.

"Oh yeah, he sorta did? I'm not so sure though."

Kirishima widened his eyes and jumped to a conclusion, "Woah really? I never pictured him as a guy to have crushes, do you know who she is?"

Uraraka suddenly perked up, as if she had come to a reckless verdict but wanted to voice them nonetheless.

"Could it be that girl we met in the restaurant? I know I saw you looking at bakugo when I mentioned her!"

"Um... Guys. Slow down." Izuku muttered.

"You gotta tell us, dude!" Kirishima butted in, followed by an agreement from the girl beside him.

"Okay! Yes, uraraka is right, he had a crush on [Y/N] but it was not a good friendship. They both were enemies I guess? But kacchan was really into her. I mean they did kiss but- it wasn't genuine! Plus I haven't met her in a few weeks or so, I didn't receive her call once and we haven't talked and I kinda wanna see her? But kacchan and her did not like each other that much, at least I don't think so? I really hope she's okay she's been avoiding me lately I hope I did not do anything wrong-"

"Oh my God, could that be his soon-to-be wife then?!" Kirishima promptly cried out, and the two of them stopped to look at him, flabbergasted.

He then realized his mistake.

Katsuki had reached the exit to patrol for an hour or two when he stumbled across his old classmates, Kaminari and sero, who wouldn't dare ignore him when they noticed him.

"Hey man! What's up? You gonna patrol the area?" Kaminari asked, sero shortly added, "we can do it together then!"

Katsuki did not appear pleased but went along without a word, it was going to be a long bore with them. But it would be tolerable.

"It's been so long since we hang out like this, maybe we should grab a bite or something before we leave."

"Yeah good idea, what about you?" Sero asked Katsuki, but he answered with a scowl. "Hell no, I'm going home right after this patrol, don't even think about bothering me."

"Geez... Bakubro hasn't lost his touch I see." Kaminari commented behind the blonde.

"Yeah," Sero replied.

The blonde did not pay them any attention, moving along, leaving them both to follow if they wanted.

He was still worried though, so putting up some distance he took out his phone and typed in the password, revealing the live video he had been watching on his way to the campus.

Fortunately enough, she was still there.

"Hey, bakugo!! You want some snacks?" Shouted the two from behind, he turned back to them, glaring, "no!!"

The two of them stared at each other. Not expecting that sort of response, "okay...?"

He resumed his watch. Blinking twice as he readjusted the footage, finding the room empty all of a sudden. He refreshed it again and came up with the same riposte.

She wasn't there.

His heart started pounding. She hadn't managed to escape, had she? No, that isn't right.

She couldn't have. But he didn't trust her.

"Hey!! Where are you going??!" Kaminari screeched upon seeing his friend take off.

He used his quirk to boost himself in the air and make a quick beeline home as soon as possible, the two males left to gawk as they eyed the blonde frenzy off.

He slammed the door wide open.

Plodding inside, the entrance rang a sound to indicate it was sealed, taking the keys out in a hurry he unbolted the passage and intensely peered at the unoccupied space, she wasn't there, she couldn't have gone anywhere!

He checked under the bed, and in the closet, unfortunately, there was no one else besides him.

He prepared everything accordingly, there was no way she had gotten out, she's feigning it, he knows It, she's hiding away from him. Somewhere.

Upon that consummation, the wooden floor beneath his foot, a little further away from him. It creaked.

Even though, there was no one other than him who was supposed to be there. That just means it was her. She's out of the room, but not out of the house.

Her quirk... That stupid quirk of hers was in play. The same she used to punch him in kindergarten and gave him a bloody nose to nurture and heal.

He was going to make her mourn it. So bad.

"Loopy! I know you are still here. Almost tricked me, hun, but too bad you don't know shit." He loudly called out, his voice reverberating through the entire house.

He made haste, stepping out of the room to a deserted hallway, he hates to admit, till now, he was under the effects of her previous statement, he let himself slip once, but not twice. He's going to make sure she's never trying this again.

He stalled his footfalls, sharply scrutinizing anything out of the blue, any slight movement of objects she would be clumsy enough to bump Into.

"You can't get out of here loopy, I'm not going to let you. By now, you fucking know that, don't you?" He sneered, fully on alert for the subtlest noise.

"So you'll be smart enough to know it's safe to surrender while you still can."

No reaction, as anticipated, and then one of the wooden boards creaked.

He instantly sprinted towards it, finding himself in the familiar halls of his lounge, he couldn't see her of course, but just one mistake from her is enough to get her caught.

But she knows that better than him.

"So? Not gonna come out? Okay, fine then!!!" He exclaimed, angrily fishing out his device, softly snickering as he uttered.

"Guess I've gotta use the tracking device I put on you. Poor loopy, I can see where exactly she's hiding." He teased, clear enough for her to give attention to.

"Are you in my room?" He clamoured.

Gradually stalking towards the mentioned place with a wide grin, just feeling he'd win this. He's going to make her understand the hard way.

He eyed the screen and sure enough, she was still there. "You know this is why I like to call you 'loopy' because you do stupid shit and don't know how to fucking give up!" He mocked once more, with time she'll come out, with a weakened ego and pride.

Just then, she threw an object toward him, and he dodged it, easily, the glass vase now shattered into diminutive pieces, Katsuki's eyes brightened, spotting the corner from where she threw It.

"Oh? That was a weak attempt loopy, what are you trying to achieve? Trying to kill me now huh?"

It was silent, she could have fled but he wouldn't know. He didn't hear her run past him.

Almost as a response to his unspoken words, the television in the living room turned on. His eyes narrowed, was she trying to toy with him?

"Loopy, turn that off!!" He demanded with a tough voice, "you think you're so smart, aren't you? Turn that damn thing off you bitch!!" His temper had reached a boiling point with all the shenanigans she's smothering him with, right now, she's walking on thin ice.

He stormed to the common room, his footsteps provoking her to take action way before he crossed the threshold to her space. He heard her running.

"You think you are so sneaky? Don't you?" Disregarding the disturbing voices of the news reporters, he pursued her trail, which had gone calm. She's clever to know how to remain still and unmoving.

"I know you don't like hide and seek, not after Halloween, I gave you a scare, you even hurt yourself like an idiot that day."

He carries on his teases despite the fresh scare she gave him mere minutes ago, at this point, he was making an effort to stifle his rage so that once he found her, he wouldn't actually break her soft frail leg.

Examining the application and locating her at the same time was evolving into a tedious task, how many more stunts does she have under her sleeves? Not many he wagers, she didn't attend U.A or attracted in any heroics.

On cue, he turned around just in time for the pot to crash into the floor and break. She was playing it very safe. He suddenly sensed her breathing behind him, taking him by surprise but nothing he hasn't dealt with prior to this dilemma.

He quickly recouped from that.

Perhaps he imagined her whispering, however, he couldn't make out where it was coming from, he couldn't use his quirk on her, yet.

All of a sudden, without any indication.

She broke the glass window.

In the only room, he couldn't get the fucking owner to put up a steel boundary. He immediately galloped. The alarm rang in his eardrums, head-splitting and strident.

It was dulling his perception to hear her, everything was a mess and nothing was going his way.

He had no time to think, he had to catch up with her, or else she'll get away from him, ruin her life, and then his. He can't lose.

Utilising his quirk, he gauged where she'd have taken off, creating an explosion to propel himself in the air and swiftly chase after her.

All was working in her favour.

She was running.

As fast as she could, when hope starts to settle in, it will all fade away. Her invisibility will cease to operate, and from then, she's a susceptible prey, if she lets these favourable notions consume her, let the distress wither then she's doomed.

He may have her location or assume where she's heading, regardless, as long as he can't see her, he can't hurt her.

Her heavy breathing accompanied her throughout her sprint, it was all she could listen to and make perfect sense of, everything else was a blur, insignificant, if she needed to prosper, she had to concentrate. Maintain the despair within her bottled up.

It was easier said than done. The deafening rumble of his explosions was within earshot, he was getting closer. If she lies low someplace in this vast rural area with lots of greenery and trees, leading up to a highway, he will have problems finding her. That is if he doesn't use the tracking device.

When did he even? He must have done it while she was asleep, there's no other explanation. But where was it?

If only she had the time to speculate.

Without a second thought, she halts. Choosing to wait it out till he flies by. She held her breath, not helping herself to calm down, she shouldn't allow herself to be carefree yet. He landed a few distances away from her. Fuming with rage, just lingering to get his hands on her, he had let her get so far, not anymore.

"Loopy!! You better come out right now or else I will make your parents pay for your doing!" He threatened, his control over her was lessening, he can't have that.

He refuses that with an undying bitterness.

"Loopy!! You bitch! Come out I will not repeat myself another time, come out!!!" He seethed.

She had to get away before it was too late, slowly, with leaden steps, she inched out of her hiding spot and without a sound, she braced herself, watching where she was going and glancing back and forth.

When she was out of his reach, she arose from her position and took off.

"Loopy!!!"

She heard him shout, it made her heart jump and race, she rapidly paced through the locale.

He couldn't see her, he couldn't see her, she was safe, she had to be safe.

Her legs were trembling, she couldn't breathe, adrenaline was still flowing through her blood, dread remained unblemished, her chest was pounding, and her feet were bare and dirty, she didn't any food in her system, all of it didn't matter to her.

She could only see the path in front of her and hope for the best. She was desperate.

She then saw her limbs reappearing, she wasn't exhausted or optimistic, she couldn't be! She can't be thinking about her family, she's yearning for it. She's not going to escape.

No- she could escape, no- don't get hopeful! She'll be trapped in that room again!

Suddenly, she heard a car coming her way.

She's... She has no choice, nothing sounds rational in her head, it's all wrong, it's not what she wants. But she's unhappy.

Closing her eyes, she ran for the road, moving her legs, mentally preparing herself for a lethal collision, by the time she was near it, she could already hear him coming.

"Honey, are we lost? I thought you said you knew where we were going?" A woman with her husband sadly mused inside their car, the man driving the vehicle anxiously grinned, saying, "yes I do! Don't doubt me now, I'll doubt myself."

The couple looked at each other, the female with brown hair and red eyes made a hateful face, narrowing her eyes at the man.

"I asked! I did not doubt you." She defended.

The husband stared back, disliking the tone of her voice, about to argue back when his car hit something. He immediately slammed the brakes, puzzled and shocked after realizing he had seen no one on the road.

Then, what had he just crashed into?

"What was that?!" Fretted the lady with wide-open eyes, her stomach churning from the sound of whatever hit their vehicle.

"I don't know there was nobody on the street!"

Frightened, the man replied breathlessly, opening the door and stepping out, behind him, was a young lady. He clutched his head, terrified of the outcome he had earned.

"What happened?!" The woman quickly exited the car when the man didn't answer her pleas.

She gasped upon discovering the limp body laying on the ground, she was bleeding.

"Honey call the ambulance!" She shouted, collapsing beside the girl as she searched for her injuries, they couldn't have hit her too hard, she's got to be alive!

The man had begun to sweat, inputting the numbers with quivering hands, but, someone caught up to them.

The hero looked at the girl.

"Please Mr dyamight! We didn't do it on purpose!" Begged the man, putting his hands up and showing his palms. The woman fearfully nodded, still holding the girl in her arms.

He stood still for a moment, then uttered.

"I'll take her to the hospital."

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NOTICE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The end is nigh, just kidding, the first part is done and finished, for now, I will return but the book is completed, mostly, I apologise for any errors. Be aware of any future updates, it can come anytime, anywhere, even tomorrow but-
If I decided to do a sequel, it will be in the same book. And well... It will quite the ride.

Loopy's quirk is called temporary invisibility but I couldn't think of a fancier name so feel free to tell me your ideas if you want. So in simple terms, it only activates when the user is in distress, or anxious, to a concerning degree and it will last as long as the user is in that situation or mindset, unless, as you may have read, the user is relieved, so hope it is understandable.

Hope you enjoyed it! Good day!