UNHAPPY BULLY
SERIES PART 16-18
Warning: Mentions of suicide, violence, swearing, non-consensual touching, slight nudity, and yandere behaviour, might contain triggering content.
Summary: Escaping is a risky choice but, Katsuki dislikes it, even more, when he is ignored.
Word count: 15.5k
Last instalment of the series I suppose...
He wasn't supposed to be there.
Beside her when she awakened, so intimately close to her body, 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 caramel concealing the small space he had made for her. It made her a little doubtful and reminisced about his behaviour the previous day.
"If you want me to..." She wobbly replied, bending her head so she would haven't to obligate to his coveted gaze. Changing directions and observing the rosy light coated on the walls by the early day-spring, sensing 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 backwards, keeping her eyes on him, he stood up, shortly saying, "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, looking at someone the wrong way." He turned towards her.
"You'll have to face whatever I deem correct 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 landing on the bed.
She mended her unkempt hair, loosening her strained shoulders and shrugging them back to release the tension, frowning, he came back, glaring down at her, wordlessly instructing 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, 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 the room. Had he cancelled his patrol for today?
They had breakfast in the same unsettling atmosphere as before, this time, he wasn't all that moody, she can 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 bows 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, yelled at her, it was still so very vivid in her agitated state, his reassuring grip on her thighs served as a hefty reminder, coddling her skin, 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 demured, showing his frivolity with extended palms, non-verbally telling her she is being unreasonable with her selections. She did not yield to his charms, knitting her eyebrows, 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 an 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 is 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 a, "obviously!"
They ceased at a 'do not trespass' sign, he dragged her along after shouting misplaced words of encouragement and entering the zone, it's the worse idea he's come up with, she was not about to get into trouble cause of his foolishness and their eagerness as to follow him.
But the worse 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, 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 biding the girl goodbye. She didn't say anything.
They were far neighbours, she and kacchan, she would always see him at the playground congregated around where she would dillydally, with his friends, she ended losing her favourite 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, 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, halting 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 different, 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, all of a sudden, even izuku was reticent, gazing at her with betrayed eyes, without speaking, 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, 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 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, 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, making her settle down, the gap between them inadequate, 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 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, whatever he says wasn't any less reason for concern.
"We are going to make it official." He declared, her heart dropped, receding 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, 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 shut her eyes, the cold breeze stifling now that the rationale had registered into 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 orbs. 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 along seemed like a hazardous choice when her disinclination 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 has.
"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's 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 was to lift his hand at her, the unpleasant aura emitting from him rendering her apprehensive, he paused.
The sound of her heartbeat ringing inside her ears, peeking at the male, 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 take the charge."
"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, 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.
Katsuki charged toward the scene of a crime.
A petty criminal but a villain no less that needed to be taken care of if he wanted to be at the top.
A loud ear-piercing explosion quelled the perturbed standers who had the fortune to witness and gap, a low rumble shaking the streets as some quickly covered their ears, meekly protecting themselves from any unpredictable accidents.
"Ah! If it isn't ground zero, here to arrest me?" The thief taunted, beholding a smug exterior while the blonde glared, oddly not quick to yell and get offensive, the lone survivor of the criminal team with the bag of stolen gems made a hasty step back, heart beating when no clever ideas were introduced.
"How about we chat some? I heard there was a-"
The pro-hero did not have the patience to listen, engaging his combat gadgets and shooting a concentrated beam at the shaken man, sadly, who didn't have the time to dodge or run, taking the hit and laid on the ground, defeated, the blonde approached the lanky figure, plonking his boot on the man's back in case he tried anything, pressing him down.
He tapped one of the buttons on his waist, crouching down with a reinforced handcuff, apprehending the looter, and then took off, a cloud of black smoke left in his trail.
"Hey man! Bakubro, It's almost time for lunch wanna grab a bite?" a cheery friendly voice rang inside the blonde's earbuds, he groaned, stopping atop a building before speaking with a rough tone.
"No shitty hair, I'm not gonna eat right now."
"You saying no to meat dude?"
Not bothered to answer, he cut off their conversation and stood for a while, shifting his hand back and stuffing them into his pocket, taking out his phone, he stared at it.
Switching it on as he sat down on the edge of the rooftop, he immediately opened his gallery, selecting one of the most recent pictures.
Then, he swiped.
Ceasing at an image of his crush sleeping, peacefully at ease, his lips slightly curled down.
Another one of her staring bewildered into space, some of her changing in the girl's locker room he had someone sent it to him, another of him and her, he was holding her hand whilst she slept, it fit perfectly.
"You are so fixated on her man! Get another girl I'm sure they will appreciate you much more than she ever did." His friends suggested.
The dark alleyway served as a safe spot for a person who would harm for good. He had cuffed down the last bit of soda, gripping the can tighter, strongly against the advice but didn't say otherwise.
"Take Aoi for example, she's pretty hot."
He glared with disgust, snarling at the two teens and pacing his steps, they knew what to take from his mannerisms so they didn't have to confirm it twice.
"He did like loopy even when we were in kindergarten..." one of the two whispered, taking notice, and then asked, "you really like her that much?"
That aggravated the blonde teen.
"Next time I see her! I'm going to drag her away and make sure she doesn't leave me ever again!!" he shouted, fiercely tossing the can and kicking it. The two boys alarmed, stared at each other, wordlessly communicating their troubled thoughts.
"Let's get our mind off of things, you know, go to the arcade..."
"Or, we could match you up with one of the ladies.!"
Katsuki did not like it when his ideals were questioned.
There was a time when he had gotten desperate for any contact with the girl, after she changed homes asking the neighbours would be too striking, and finding her at any nearby schools was near to impossible, he even made a child cry one time, who he found out was some of her close friends he never saw her interact with.
That lead him to another dead end.
The only thing he had of her, was her notebook.
Now, though.
He has her.
Locked up, in his house, all docile, fragile, someone he needed to protect, giving her up after all these years of wanting her wouldn't sit right, even if guilt is in lead, he feels no remorse for doing it, he would rather live with the guilt than have her throw him out of her life again.
He kept his phone back inside his pocket.
Standing up from his short break and readied to patrol the area one last time, having something in mind he wanted to do later.
He stopped in front of her house, it was quiet.
Walking towards the entrance with steady footsteps, welcoming himself inside with the key he ransacked from her, nothing seemed to be moved, other than what he recollects being knocked down during her struggle, he locked the door, eyeing the living room then paced towards the stairs.
He opened her bedroom door, invited by the sweet smell of her perfume, lingering about the area, it felt lifeless. To him, at least. She's only been gone for three days.
He slowly slithered towards her wardrobe, unhooking it and peeking inside one of the drawers he opened first, how lucky for him to have guessed the precise nook where she keeps her panties and bras, he lifted a red bra, strong in hue, rough to the touch, he would like it on her. She doesn't own anything inappropriate, that just means he's going to be her first.
Fishing out one of her baby blue underwear, he eyed it for a long while. This one had a smooth texture, and it smelled floral, newly washed, he dragged a steady breath inside, examining the room for something, in the end, he chose to safe keep it in his pockets, in his middle school days, he would have died to possess her panties, merely because she teased him by falling and exposing her unmentionables. Those skirts were short.
His heart sped up.
Slowly pulling out her black lingerie, he swiftly held his breath, he could almost visualize her donning it and feigning in the mirror, striking a pose and grinning, her hair let loose, showing off her skin, dancing about. He quickly tossed it to the bed, hastily drawing out a shallow intake and locking the cavity.
To take his mind off things, he stepped ahead, halting at her assortment of make-up, and her laptop, but other than that, there wasn't anything as exciting as finding her hidden secrets. Like a moth to a flame, he opened her wardrobe again, eyes darting to an alcove he hasn't seen yet, instantly an all might plushie greeted his gaze, small and smiling, soft and clean, he stopped for a moment.
The telephone rang from below, he quickly pivoted his attention to the sound, caught off-guard but he had a hunch he didn't need to confirm, it had to be her parents reaching out to her, after all, he broke her phone and took her to their home, he's their unofficial son-in-law.
He's pushing their daughter out of her shell, wanting to be with her for the rest of his life and more than willing to die with her, their childhood years were just a plain misunderstanding, he was just so in love, he didn't realize what wrong he was committing.
But, not like he's going to let them talk to her so easily, they took her away, they made him wait, and they did not consider him.
He'll do the same. He needs to protect her.
There's nothing wrong is exacting the same.

He slammed the door to his house.
Heeding his loud footsteps walking toward her fixed location, clasped in his left hand one of the bags he borrowed from her, to bring home some of her clothes, at least some of which he liked, he wore a grim scowl, he had forgotten to take the keys with him, instead, he found it right where he last left them, he was getting forgetful.
He sauntered to his room, lazily hauling his shirt and throwing it to the side, he didn't feel like cleaning anything, he just wanted to change into his clothes and see her in the room unable to escape, pulling on a white tank top, dark blue sweatpants, leaving his room in a hurry.
He ceased before the door, pushing the key inside and unfastening the entrance to her room, he kicked it ajar, welcoming himself inside, locking the door behind him.
She was still in bed. Wrapped in blankets.
Awake, lethargic to get up and have her breakfast, still unfinished and untouched, he grimaced, nearing her, towering over her form as he grumbled, "why are you still in bed, do you need me to feed you from now on?"
She didn't say anything.
He let it slide, for now, sternly saying, "get up."
She slowly rose, her hairs uncombed, messy, the nightgown he forced her into removed and discarded from her figure, wearing a simple attire. She kept her mouth shut, rarely blinking as she watched him, he glared once and seized the cold food, sneering, "come closer, I can't feed you if you are being a little baby, did I not tell you to eat or else I would force it down your throat, huh?!"
His scolding didn't seem to phase her, she dully looked down, slightly pressing her lips together when he shoved the spoon into her mouth, hesitantly allowing him to provide her nourishment she was denying herself, the rice and the curry had gone cold, but it remained tasty to a certain degree. Plus, she was hungry.
They both sat close, their thighs touching, his ruby eyes observing her chew and swallow, his brows were furrowed, lips tightened, she had to blink away from the sight, he noticed, the subtle shine in her eyes, unspoken tears at bay.
She wasn't good at hiding herself. From him. She only knew how to avoid him.
Suddenly, she decided to speak.
"... I miss mom and dad, can I talk with them, please?" She asked, worried gaze settled on her lap, he stared at her, firmly beginning, "so you could get away from me again?" She looked at him, eyebrows pinched up and lips curled down, "no I'm not going to let you talk with them."
She goes still.
Resisting the spoon near her mouth, moving her face away, he sharpened his glare, "oh, so you don't wanna eat anymore, just because I said no." He mocked.
"You are so childish."
She sulked, not wanting to have anything to do with him, she had determined to play docile to trap him, now, however, she wanted nothing but to claw his eyes out. She was being irrational but, the day's worth of loneliness had its cost.
Inevitably when her memories flashed before her eyes, she couldn't help but cry, she was very much dependent upon them after her years of middle school, and her sister was out of the picture. When left to ponder alone, all sorts of things occur in the mind, by now, she thought she would have gotten adjusted to it, but she proved herself wrong, this was just like the time she spend staring at the walls.
No one around to snap her out of it.
She was going to go insane.
"Why are you crying? You haven't changed so far, have you? You are still the weak little loopy I know, always bound to cry by just one insult." He taunted, keeping the plate aside, drinking in her disgruntled features, he adorned that expression on her face.
"Stop crying." He firmly demanded.
She shoots him a glance, scooting away from him and laying down, covering her face and coiling into herself. Dismissing his presence.
He stifles his strong urge to rip her away.
And put her into her place.
He leaves her alone for the time being, and lets her weep miserably, he doesn't care. He is unhappy.
Hearing his phone ring in his room, he goes to pick it up, to check if it was important, groaning when It was shitty hair's voice. "Dude! You left without saying anything, your agency was worried man!" Kirishima shouted into the speaker, there was a disturbance in the background, he assumed he was still on patrol.
"It's their fault for worrying, I had other things to do." He replied, turning around.
"Other things like?" The caller inquired.
"That's none of your business."
"Geez sorry for prying, I thought maybe you and your pretty assistant had disappeared off to somewhere." Kirishima cheerily disclosed, Katsuki could see him grinning from here. Annoyed, he responded with a sour tone.
"Shut up shitty hair, I don't like that bitch." He continued.
"If you like her that much why don't you ask her out I hate that bitch, don't even try to pair me up with her."
"Sorry man, I was just attempting to tease you. But hey, it sounds to me that you've found someone already." Kirishima answered within a second. The male stiffened, narrowing his eyes whilst he jumped to the worse conclusion.
"Do I know her?" Kirishima implored.
"Yeah what if I've found someone already, it's got nothing to do with you shitty hair."
"Oh, man! So you've really got somebody already?!"
"Shut up!! If you go around telling anyone about this, I'm burying you alive." Katsuki weakly concealed the threat in his voice, and the male on the call went quiet for a moment.
"Hehe... That's quite a... Threat bakubro. I promise I won't tell anyone." Kirishima reassured, nervously muttering something else to diffuse the abrupt tension.
"Okay man gotta go now, see you tomorrow." Without saying anything, he cut the call and threw the device onto the mattress.
Briefly sneaking a peek at the clock, he realised only a few minutes had flown, even though, it felt longer to him. Unwinding his muscles, he bends forward, resisting the impulse to rest.
Kacchan's birthday was a memory.
The young girl came with no one but herself, a dejected expression on her face, wearing her usual outfit and a greenette she used to wander out with not inhabiting the space next to her, she was alone, seeing the other kids play, the bakugo household used to be her favourite for its spacious expanse, it was big and just had an allure to it she preferred, now, it felt desolated even with people throughout.
She wasn't feeling like herself that day.
The main cause of the party was squabbling with his group of supporters, adorned with an artificial crown, bright red shirt, and brown pants, she witnessed some of the girls fawn over him with twinkling eyes and an enthusiastic smile, no older than her, it was his 11th birthday, no matter the years, he stayed the same.
"Loopy's here!"
Someone rats her out, pushing her into a huge bowl of boiling water, that's how her untrained mind perceived it, of course, his eyes were immediately on her, waiting for her, he perked up and made his way towards her with a smug exterior.
"Aren't you going to give me a gift?" He solicited, she doesn't give a proper reaction, sitting perfectly stiff, she answered, "I did."
"That doesn't count." He uttered. Seeing her unbothered expression, he figured she didn't understand the implications.
"A kiss will do the trick." He grinned.
She made a disgusted facade, quickly getting up from her comfortable seat and running off to the exit. He shouted, "Hey!! Get back here!"
Shortly after breaking into a sprint, everyone noticed their frenzy commotion, Even the adults, who chuckle at the display, the girl carried on her dash, exhaling air out of her mouth and squeezing past the mob.
"Get her!!" Yelled the birthday boy from behind her, knowing she was about to be chased by four others, making her task tougher. She knew she shouldn't have come.
"Kacchan I got her!!" A young boy exclaimed as he stepped in front of her path, she quickly headbutted him and continued, feeling remorseful by the second, she could see the entrance in a distance and hope instantly replenished her will, shaking like a leaf when the tall figure of a lady entered her eyesight. She ceased.
It was his mother.
She was in trouble, wasn't she? She gulped.
"Oh!! Hello there, where are you going?" She inquired peering down at her, now that she has the chance to closely discern her, Katsuki did look similar to his mother. She anxiously admitted, catching her breath, "um... I was going home."
"So soon? We haven't cut the cake yet."
What was she going to say? Should she lie?
"I- I- my mom told me to get back soon." She replied, earning a smile from the woman. "Such an obedient daughter!!"
"There she is!" Called out a familiar voice from behind, she flickered her gaze behind just to see him catching up with her, scared, she bolted, racing out the gate and going home as fast as she could.
"Katsuki! Where do you think you're going?!" Mitsuki shouted at the boy, yanking him back before he could rush after the girl. It seemed like the child had fallen and ruined his clean getup, his skin glazed with mud.
"Come here!! Go wash your face! What did I tell you about not getting dirty! You ruined your clothes!" The mother screamed, heaving the struggling kid inside.
The four boys witnessed their leader's departure, hiding their emotions behind a veil. Until one of them giggled, "man that chase was intense."
"Yeah... I'm exhausted, dude."
Katsuki jolted awake, frantically gaping at his surroundings, he rapidly blinked, scrambling to make sense of it, he had woken up from a bad nightmare, a dream where she had hung herself, in their room, he exhaled and inhaled. His heart was pounding. He needed to see her.
Vacating his room and hurrying towards her space, not bothered to turn on the lights as he unsealed the entrance and stared at the bed, where she was sound asleep. Quietly he closed the door, approaching her peaceful frame, there was a dim glow of light emitting from the window outlining her figure.
He sat down beside her, watching her easily breathe in and out, lost and deep into her slumber, a faint line of dried tears embedded into her cheek, he looked away for a split second.
Gently curling his fingers around hers.
Hesitantly placing his hand on her abdomen, for a fleeting moment, he imagined their child.
She unexpectedly stirred, getting her eyes adjusted to the dark, wondering if she was still asleep or awake when she comprehended his silhouette, she squinted, involuntarily stretching her muscles upon peeling off the blanket away from her upper half and sitting up.
"Were you... watching me sleep?" She cautiously raised a question. Katsuki did not respond.
The unresolved tension renewed, handing her a second chance of overthinking each notion, she furthered herself from him, not eased by the fact that his silence meant something unpleasant.
She would know.
She has tolerated his tactics for long enough to be aware of it. Every day was a test of will. Patience.
"No." He finally acknowledged.
"Then, what were you doing here?" She asked, as politely as she could in case he took it as a rude awakening.
"I had a bad dream."
She did not question him about it.
Silence resides in the room. Until...
"What are you going to offer if I let you talk with your parents?" He abruptly said, stunning her with his consideration of her request.
"I won't ask you again." She replied with a downcasted gaze. Fidgeting with the sheet. It was a painful lie. But for now, it would do.
Katsuki listened.
"If you speak a word about our situation, I'll make sure they'll have a hard time living."
"I won't." She immediately consoled. The first step to earning his trust. "I promise."
He glared into her eyes, she made an effort to maintain eye contact. She couldn't bet if he believed her or not. It was a tricky gamble.
"Fine. Get up before I drag you out of the room." He commanded standing up to his feet and pacing out of the bedroom.
She gradually made her way to the kitchen, nestling down on one of the chairs, holding in her breath whilst she waited, discreetly looking around to view anything usable, something to aid in her coming venture. Like a knife, unfortunately, it was a risky choice.
She needed to escape before her flight.
That is if he hadn't rescinded it already which she reckons he did. She grew fearful at the thought of it, if he's gotten ahold of her account, then she's going to be financially troubled.
Every strategy has come to seem like a dead end.
She directed her focus to the male, vigorous in preparing dinner, briskly stealing a glimpse of her, keeping a trained eye on her. If she does anything, he would know. She lowered her eyes. Hearkening to the sounds.
Ultimately, he returns.
Presented with a plate of fried noodles, coated in red seasonings that appeared spicy just by the look of it. She began to eat once Katsuki had, it was peppery but tasty, it had a little bit of spiciness to it. She could handle it just right. She finished it just in time for him to have completed it as well.
He smirked at her, "so you were hungry."
She sniffed, plopping her arrogance to the side and nodding, her tongue was oddly burning.
"Heh..."
She silently dwelled, she had a suspicion her voice would sound a little different. Would getting up for some water be considered an escape attempt? She thinks to herself.
Thankfully, when Katsuki came back, he brought a bottle of water, and she took it.
For some reason, he seemed impressed.
"So..." He proceeds.
"You had one lingerie in your closet." She ceases to gobble down the cool liquid, she wasn't sure how he knew but it wasn't hard to speculate.
"You've never had anyone special In your life. I'm your first and your last." He grinned, "on our honeymoon, I should buy you new ones."
He leaned forward, "have you ever fu*ked anyone?" He said, she stared at his fierce expression, his tone sounding a little forced. She shook her head.
He smiled. She could assume why. He wanted to be the first and the best in everything after all.
"Of course, I'm your first." He spoke.
"And you deny ever having feelings for me, everyone used to say that you had a crush on me, well, it doesn't matter now." He uttered with a wide smile.
She persists in her cessation.
Hauling himself up, he picks her up, turning off the lights and striding towards her prison.
Positioning her down on the bed and going back to the door, she heard the lock click into place, trapping her with him, she moved backwards, creating some distance, draping her legs and her torso with the blanket. Laying her head on the pillow, mandating sleep to arrive soon.
He settled close to her body, gripping her waist and forcing her to face him, wrapping his arms around her midsection and back, tugging her closer.
Her mild struggles didn't make him lose his hold, instead, he buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply, she wasn't comfortable.
Their bodies were touching.
She could hear him breathe, her chest against his, could he feel her heartbeat?
"I'm thinking this month. We can get married." He muttered near her ear, "I don't want to wait any longer."
"It will be just you and me. It's safer that way." He carried on. "I don't want anyone to interfere with our life. It's just you and me."
She doesn't like the idea.
He's going to isolate her.
His childhood dreams about marrying her are coming to fruition, he doesn't need to be paranoid now, he's got her back, they are together and nobody is separating them, even her parents.
"Tomorrow, you'll make sure that your parents get the idea, or else. It's going to get so much worse, for you, and them."
She can't endure him much longer.
He kissed her neck, moving her closer, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't take it.
She tore herself away from his grasp and scurried into the bathroom, shutting it and nippily crouched down into the bathtub, she could stay here, anywhere was fine as long as she could keep him away from her, it didn't matter.
Dropping her head onto her knee, she stared into the darkness, the light turned on, and as his shadow at the door indicated he had done so, she toughened.
"Come out." He coldly insisted.
She does not give him a reaction.
"You gonna be a brat and not listen to me? Is this the thanks you give to me?" He curtly mumbled. She promptly defied him, knowing full well it was going to be hurtful.
"Guess I've spoiled you too much." He scowled, "want me to force my way in?" He taunted her once she does not take the chance to make herself clear.
"You better come out while you can. I'm not giving you any way opportunities, I've let you run loose for long."
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Loopy, this is your last chance. Come out."
She shakily made herself move towards the door, undoing it and surrendering.
Like she always does.

The morning came.
She had pretended to have been asleep when in reality she couldn't afford to let her defences down, strangely the sensation of his warm arms had clung to her skin, she had been on edge the entire time, hustling away when she could, but who knew someone's clutch could hurt so much?
Powerless to move or do anything else, closing her eyes and qualifying slumber to arrive if it came had been her suggestion.
Dread is the first thing she makes sense of.
How could she not when it's been most of her young years, stressing for the worse. The phone is right before her eyes, she could call for help if Katsuki hadn't been her bodyguard intensely inspecting for any tell-tale signs of dishonesty.
She bows her head, allowing for whatever to happen to transpire so some ounce of peace will ease her.
Because, how can she calm herself when her heart is beating so fast, she feels light-headed from all the thoughts traversing her mind.
She had given him her sister's number. She can't let her parents worry, she's done enough damage as is.
"[Y/n]! Oh my God, we've been trying to reach you for four days, where have you been?" Her sister's anxious voice caught her attention, and she initiated the speech she's been intending to say the whole night.
"My phone broke." She replied.
"You could have gotten a new phone or at least let us know through texts! Are you going back into that same bad habit of avoiding?"
"No sis." Her words sounded harsh.
"No? Just say you don't like my husband already, like mom and dad!" The sister loudly stated.
"Mom and dad don't dislike your husband sis, what are you talking about, what happened?"
"Just shut up." She bit her tongue. Was her family falling apart? Without her mild interference, would there be a chance for a major misunderstanding?
"I swear I wasn't trying to ignore any of you." She placidly pacified, after all, their bond had rusted and that love had been... Wiped out.
"Yeah sure, I know, you've been ignoring me for two days straight and then, you went ahead and broke your device and now, you've decided not to come at all."
Her heart stopped.
So he had succeeded in cancelling her flight.
"It's like you have no concern for me." She said it reminded her of what her mom used to shout, what she endured when her sister left.
For a second, it all hurt.
"It's like you have no concern for me, you just up and leave me alone when I needed you most! Your lover was more important than me or dad or mom, you left us first!! You left me first!"
She resumed despite realizing she should quit, not let her emotions run wild and take charge, however, something had broken inside of her.
"And now..." I'm stuck
She couldn't complete her sentence.
"... Go be happy with your husband, it's okay I don't matter, you've left me a long time ago."
She ended the call. Remembering her kidnapper was right behind her throughout the heated interaction.
She did not let out a single word, staring at the table and sliding the gadget to the side, disheartened by the sad certainties, no matter, she was not going to show it on her face. Give him reasons to surmise he had saved her from a harmful household.
He's familiar with her family situation. Bits of a bigger picture but the point stands, she should have kept her mouth shut.
Oddly enough, she feels shameful.
"Does your sister hate you or something?" Katsuki rudely interrogated, wielding his phone up to his face and tapping on the screen, clearing his call history.
"No. She just has someone else who Is more special I guess." She countered. Upset. She knew everyone was bound to leave one day.
Abruptly a phone call interrupts the two.
The male furrowed his eyebrows, bringing the device down back onto the table, and swiping the received button.
"Honey!! Why haven't you been picking up?? I was so worried something might have happened to you!" It was her mother. Her parents.
"My phone broke..."
"Why have you decided not to come? I thought you had agreed to once you completed your work!"
"I know but I can't right now." She lied.
"Okay... I miss you, honey, don't leave us with your sister. Right- before I forget, we found the perfect guy for you, he's handsome, you both would match very well when you come, we will all meet him."
The truth was, she wasn't ever going to come.
"He's the son of one of your father's friends, I heard he is a good guy, maybe you can get married a little sooner, I don't want you to be alone."
"I'm sure you'll like him." Her mother's voice softened. Sadly for her, more fuel was added to the flame.
"I gotta go, mom. I'll try to call you." She lied again.
She quickly declined the call and snatched a quick glance at the male. Standing eerily still.
Something was festering inside.
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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