I don't own My Hero Academia.

After school Kasha headed to her place of work, Sugar Stop. The day had been subpar at best, even after the other classes declared war on 1-A for the upcoming Sports Festival. Kasha was thinking about what type of training she wanted to do for the festival as she made her way into the café right on time.

After having a few days off due to the events at USJ she had actually sort of missed the small café with pink strawberry patterned wallpaper, black tiled floors, black booths with pink velvet seating along the walls. Her boots thumped softly on the polished floors as she strode passed the black tables centering the dining area. Camie as usual was already in uniform and manning the cash register when Kasha arrived at the back of the store.

"Sup Kasha." Camie smiled, fiddling with the stand for their cute strawberry patterned business cards. "Long time no see baby girl."

"Hey." Kasha lifted her hand in greeting. "I'm back."

Camie flashed her a sincere grin and the white haired teen parted the pink curtains leading into the employee only area to head to her locker. As usual she waved to the trio of cooks in the kitchen before going to get dressed. She quickly disrobed and donned her black maid uniform, her black velvet choker to hide her scar, her usual black thigh highs, and shin high black boots with white soles. Tying a big bow at the back of her frilly apron, she finished up the look by releasing her hair from her buns and redoing it in a thick braid over her shoulder. She applied her usual makeup and was ready to go.

Kasha made her way back to the front, clocked in, and got to work. Evening gradually rolled by and the customers trickled down until it was really slow. So, the silver eyed teen did a floor sweep, cleaned things up, and decided to just chill up front until she had more work to do. Camie looked up from counting her accumulation of tips and grinned.

"It's slow A F right now." She said, tucking the bills back into their designated jar.

Kasha dropped her "Yu-san" act since the three customers in the shop weren't paying any attention to them.

"Yeah. It sucks." She muttered. "I'm bored."

"Bet." Camie laughed. "Especially after the week you had. I mean, villains fam? And then a long weekend? You must be dying for some adrenaline."

"Don't make it sound like that." Kasha rolled her eyes. "I didn't want to be attacked and I don't want to be. I just wish things would move along."

"Mhm." Camie nodded, bottom lip jutting out in thought. "You're right, time drags when there's nothin' to do."

"Except count the money you conned out of unsuspecting dudes apparently." Kasha deadpanned.

"Hey, I earned this dough fair and square baby the customers dig me." Camie laughed, poking Kasha in the side in reprimand as she said, "You'd get more direct tips too if you didn't make dudes feel inadequate just by looking at your elegant ass."

"Whatever." The taller girl snorted. "That is not true."

"It so is." Camie shook her head, grinning. "You make playboys wanna go to church boo. You make them want to chop off their goods for getting hard when thinking about you."

"You're disgusting." Kasha stated dryly. She did not want to think about dudes being aroused by her. That was just weird. She knew biology was biology but come on.

'It's decided. I can never let Denki meet this girl.'

"But did I lie?" Camie snickered.

'Yup. Definitely a wise decision.'

"Please continue to work Cami-chan." Kasha demurred, eyes heavily lidded to mask her annoyance as she walked off, appearing all the world as if she had politely excused herself. Camie threw her head back and cackled.

"Whatever you say "Yū-san"!" She called mockingly.

Kasha refrained from rolling her eyes to the point of pain. Luckily the door to Sugar Stop chimed as a new customer came in.

'Or maybe not so new.' She thought wryly.

"Ah, welcome back Master." Kasha greeted with a saccharine smile, offering a uniformed bow.

Yo reached up to rub sheepishly at the back of his head and offered with a faint blush, "Yū-chan… you're back."

"He's been coming here during your usual hours everyday since you took time off on Friday trying to see you." Camie piped up from across the shop.

A violent red hue exploded into Yo's cheeks and his ears blazed as he croaked, "W-why would you tell her that!?"

Deciding to throw him a bone as Camie continued to snicker like the absolute pest she was— (because not even Kasha could handle such second hand embarrassment), she softly offered, "Forgive me Master. I've been so insolent leaving you waiting for so long. Please let me know what I can do to make your experience here today the best as possible."

"Oh, thanks Yū-chan." Yo simpered, sliding into his usual booth, not even bothering with a menu. "For starters could I get some matcha green tea?"

"Of course Master, I'll return with it shortly." Kasha bowed, gliding away to put in the order for his drink. His gaze was like a physical presence at her back.

A while went by as Yo nursed his tea and then ordered a club sandwich. Kasha was in the middle of sliding his meal onto his table when he looked up at her, brown eyes curious.

"Hey, Yū-chan?" He called.

"Mm?" Kasha hummed, tilting her head to the side in question.

"You know how you told me you go to U.A?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Do you have siblings?" Yo asked.

"Yes, I do. I have a younger sister." Kasha admitted, a little thrown by the unexpected question.

"Ah, that makes sense then." Yo nodded to himself, seeming to have had an epiphany. "I saw on the news a first year class was attacked by villains but none of the students were seriously hurt. I wondered why you took time off but if you have a sister in the hero course you must have wanted to take time off to look after her."

Kasha's eyebrows rose slightly at his assumptions. Sure, "Yū-san" was rather gentle but did he really believe her incapable of being a hero in training? Well, the less he knew about her was probably for the better. She didn't want him becoming any more enamored with her. Kasha just wasn't looking to be getting in over her head with a boy.

"Master Yo is so clever." She giggled airily, a dainty hand in front of the curve of her lips.

Yo's face exploded in a bright red hue, and Kasha bit the inside of her cheek, wanting to smirk at his reaction. He was almost obnoxious with the way he assumed things sometimes, but he really was rather cute and fun to tease. Kasha bowed to him as he spluttered incoherently, making her way back to the back of the store. Camie grinned.

"When are you going to tell that boy you could bench press four of him?"

"I rather like how we get along now." Kasha answered smoothly. "No need to fix something that isn't broken, Camie."

"Careful there Kasha, you're showing." The brunette laughed, sticking her tongue out.

"I'm not sure what you mean Cami-chan." Kasha refuted airily, slipping back into her work persona and offering a gentle smile, eyes arched closed.

"I swear, you are something else Kasha." The shorter girl laughed.

Kasha sighed tiredly, shuffling into her apartment and lazily locking up after herself.

On break at Sugar Stop she'd talked to her Aunt Ryuko and Kaji on the phone, and they confirmed they'd drop by after her classes the next day so they could all go out for dinner. Apparently Kaji had aced a spelling test, and Kasha agreed such a thing called for a celebration. The teen stepped away from the door, turning and pausing when her boot crunched against something.

"Hm?" The scarred teen hummed, leaning down after lifting her foot. An orange slightly thick envelope innocently lied on the tiled floor of her home's entryway. She murmured, "Mail?"

Kasha dropped her school bag and took a moment to remove her boots. Clad in only her school uniform and her thigh highs she picked the envelope up and reached inside. White brows furrowing, Kasha's lips pursed as she pulled out a single white piece of paper. There was only a short sentence printed across the center of the page, and it had Kasha's pupils dilating in immediate shock.

I've missed you Ka-chan.

"Wha—"

Kasha cut herself off as a spell of dizziness overtook her. The teen stumbled and her vision doubled.

'The paper…!' Her mind screamed. There had to have been something on the paper. There was no other reason for her to be feeling so out of sorts.

"Did... you like.. my present?"

"You!" Kasha spat, shaking her head as her knees buckled. It was him. That man. He was in her house.

'How long has he been here?' She thought, mind racing. 'How did he find me!?'

Kasha leaned heavily against the wall of her foyer, cradling her swimming head in her hand. Her body wouldn't move right. But she needed to get away, she wasn't at all prepared to be facing him in her current state. Squinting, Kasha peered in front of her, catching a glimpse of that man leisurely making his way to her in his all black outfit like the harbinger of misfortune that he was.

"Let's... play a game... Ka-chan." He proposed, a wide grin splitting the lower half of his face, abyss black eyes creasing heavily at the corners.

Disgust and anger churned within Kasha, all thoughts of escape shriveling up to die a pitiful death at the sight of his enraging glee. The teen shakily lifted her free hand in front of her, calling upon her quirk. One shot. She only needed one shot to turn the bastard into a heap of ashes.

'I'm gonna fucking kill you!'

Supernova lit her arm up with brilliant white flames, a jet of fire shooting from her extended palm towards that man with an audible whoosh.

At the last possible moment he ducked, white flames scorching the unruly platinum strands sticking up atop his head. Breath hitching, Kasha fired off another blast, but he darted forward, evading as he swiftly flung something Kasha hadn't noticed from his hand. The teen cried out as something lodged deeply into her chest. As Kasha's couch and carpet caught flame, the teen looked down to see a needle between her breasts, immediately pulling it out as quickly as her sluggish arm allowed her to. But it was too late, she'd been stupid and the drug had already emptied itself into her body.

"What did… you do to me?" She gasped, feeling as if her arms and legs had suddenly become lead.

She dropped like a sack of bricks, the breath slammed out of her as she collapsed onto her side. Kasha's mind roared at her to get up. To move. To attack. Something. She reached for her quirk, blood chilling in her veins when she found she couldn't reach it.

"No… anything but this. NO!' Her heart cracked when she realized what was happening.

That man slowly crouched in front of her, and the teen sluggardly lifted her chin, peering through her mussed white bangs with livid silver eyes as his own soulless pair studied her from above.

"You remember this drug… don't you Ka-chan?" He giggled, his hideous grin curling evermore at the corners of his mouth.

Of course she did. And she remembered what he said the first time he'd injected her with it:

"I used... the same drug on you... that I did to make your parents... listen to me. Now your quirk... won't work for a few hours... at least."

"You bastard…" Kasha slurred, feeling her joints become impossibly weak. They trembled and she slowly allowed her head to drop to the floor. She was having trouble keeping it lifted.

"I... couldn't have you using... that quirk... of yours in your excitement... to... see me, love." He explained, standing up and disappearing from her line of sight. "So... I set up that envelope... for you, so you... couldn't dodge me... when I… used the quirk suppressing... serum. Now… we can talk to each other freely."

Kasha's mind raced as she heard him using a fire extinguisher to put out the flames in her living room. She had one in her kitchenette, and she did not want to think about how much time he'd had to go through her things while she was at school.

'Think Kasha think, he's distracted and you're in no position to fight him or run!' She yelled at herself. 'I need to get someone to help me!'

"Don't worry though... I'll...be fair." That man crooned as he continued to spray the stubborn flames. "I won't... use my quirk... either."

'My phone!' Kasha suddenly remembered.

She only had a few seconds at best and her smartphone was in her school bag. But it would have to suffice. The teen rolled over, arms limply flopping around before she dragged herself with great effort towards the bag she'd left by her door.

'Come on come come on!'

A small dew of sweat lined Kasha's brow as her heart stuttered a little with anxiety in her chest. Even if she couldn't get ahold of someone, they'd know to check on her after seeing she'd called. And to make certain that this would happen she knew exactly who to call.

"Ah, the flames… all gone." He said, unfurling a deep pit of dread within the teen.

Kasha open her mouth and yelled, "Riri, call Aunt Ryuko!"

She wanted to burst into relieved tears when she heard the tell tale sound of her phone pinging from within her backpack, a robotic female voice piping up, "Calling Aunt Ryuko…"

"Oh…? That won't do… Ka-chan."

Kasha's heart fell when she heard that man tsk, as if she were an insolent child. The teen peered over her shoulder to find him striding forward like he had a right to be in her home. He reached passed her and snatched up her bag, eyes arching closed fondly as he smiled down at her. A shiver skittered down her spine at the display as he calmly searched her bag for her phone. It was still dialing by the time he found it in one of the bag's many pockets, but it was enough. He ended the call and dropped her phone to the floor with a loud clatter.

"Ka-chan… are you really... so upset with me... that you'd... cut our reunion... short... like... that?" He asked, head tilting to the side, blinking down at her curiously.

"You're crazy." She told him, disdain clear in her tone. She couldn't fathom how delusional he was. He truly believed that she was simply miffed and "playing hard to get". Even so, Kasha knew she had to keep him talking. Keep him calm. He'd proven before that he was extremely emotionally volatile and he would hurt her if things didn't go his way. So she couldn't scream for help. She couldn't get any of her neighbors involved unless she wanted herself and the people around her to end up dead.

As much as it turned her stomach she needed to try to stay mostly on his good side so she wasn't a corpse by the end of the day. She needed to hold out until her aunt realized something was amiss and came to help her. Kasha hated the position she was in, and she was more frightened and angry than she had been in a long time, but it couldn't end here. No. She wouldn't allow it to.

That man shook his head at her words as if they held absolutely no merit, pulling her close to sweep her up into a bridal carry. The teen lifted her hand to punch him, but her arm flopped to the side limply, refusing to follow her commands. She knew she needed to play it safe. But his touch was repulsive. She didn't want his hands on her. This was the man that had tortured her, carved bloody grooves into her back and slit her throat from ear to ear. The man that pressed his erection into her behind because he was aroused by the sight of her body being torn asunder.

'Don't touch me!' She thought, pulse jumping again.

She called for her quirk— entirely reactive, but it was like screaming into the void. Kasha had no access to it. She was thoroughly made defenseless. And though she had mostly been able to keep a sound mind, now that he held her close and smiled down at her with his twisted concept of love Kasha realized this. She realized that she was once again at the mercy of the monster that had murdered her parents in cold blood.

'Dammit DAMMIT!' Her mind screamed. She couldn't tell herself to stay calm anymore, that Ryuko would come for her. It didn't matter because in that moment Kasha was utterly alone. She was alone with a man that absolutely terrified her. 'What do I do? WHAT DO I DO!'

That man calmly made his way further into the drugged teen's home with her in his arms. She fought, trying to pull away but it was like her body had been set to slow motion while he remained unhindered. Her bedroom door was open, which she knew hadn't been the case before she left for school. The bastard had been in her house for who knows how long, going through her things… intruding upon her sanctuary. Once they were in her pastel themed room he sat on her bed with her cradled in his lap, his free hand gently holding her chin, tilting it back. Kasha bared her teeth as he hooked a finger under her mask, pulling it down.

"How silly." He chuckled. "Hiding… your pretty face... behind... this little costume. Don't you know… that I'd know your face… anywhere?"

"Go to hell!" Kasha wheezed, tone full of unadulterated contempt. But that was all she could offer in the form of defiance, and it was absolutely pitiful. The first drug that had saturated the envelope made her sluggish and physically compliant. Her limbs wouldn't do what she wanted them to. Her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth, but at least it listened to her.

"Your wound… healed well…" That man observed, humming contentedly as he turned her chin this way and that, pit-like eyes studying the starburst slash across her throat. "I'm glad… you're still… so beautiful…"

"Don't touch me!" Kasha growled, pulling her chin away. Her body failed to aggressively jerk back as she wished, but she got her point across. Some good that did though, he simply took hold of her chin again more firmly as he clicked his tongue at her.

How could he have planned so thoroughly to physically disable her, then take out her quirk and still behave as if she was willingly allowing him to do the things that he was? He set up the circumstances they were in by hand and still his delusions persisted. He was out of his mind and Kasha wanted so badly to be able to destroy him.

'I let my guard down.' She thought venomously. But how could she have known? Why was it a mistake to allow herself to feel safe in her home? What was going to happen to her? Why was it happening to her?

Why, why, why?

"You're not… still angry with me… are you…?" He asked, dipping his head to affectionately rub his nose against hers. Kasha's nose wrinkled in disgust as helpless rage swelled within her being. "Your parents… I got… carried away."

"Don't talk about them!" Kasha snarled, remembering the grotesque way her father's throat had been split open. How her mother had died in a pool of her own blood after being forced to cut herself to ribbons. "You don't have the right, you bastard! I'll make you pay for what you did! I'll make you pay!"

But there was no place for her anger to go. She was in no position to oppose him. It was just like she was thirteen years old again. A helpless little girl at the mercy of a mad man. Against her wishes tears welled up in her eyes as she trembled, gritting her teeth.

It wasn't fair.

"Oh Kasha…" He cooed, thumbing away her tears, tutting when she turned her head away defiantly. "What are you…. so upset for anyway...? What… good... are parents? You're better off... without them."

How dare he? She'd loved her parents. He'd had no right to take them away from her and Kaji. He'd turned them into orphans. He'd tortured all of them. Why hadn't he been punished for what he'd done? Why was he still allowed to invade her life and rip it apart?

She hated him.

Kasha hated him so much she couldn't bear it.

"I'll kill you." Kasha sobbed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "I'll fucking kill you…"

"There there love…" He crooned, pressing a long kiss to her left eye, forcing it to close as he took a moment to taste her tears. "You'll… get over it."

"I hate you!" Kasha blubbered, feeling lost and pathetic, and so helplessly angry.

"Oh… my poor baby…" That man crooned, peppering her teary cheeks with loving kisses. She wanted to spit in his face, rip his throat out and set him aflame all at the same time as he held her close. His presence was absolutely suffocating, as well as the most detestable thing Kasha had ever had to endure in her short life.

She just wanted him gone. She wanted his existence wiped from the slate of her life and she wished, wished someone would get him away from her. That he would stop touching her, forcing himself on her. Why couldn't he just leave her be?

"I'll just… hold you… until… I have to... leave." He promised, petting her hair.

No. No. God please just make him go away. Aunt Ryuko… Someone, anyone. Please.

'Save me…' Kasha thought, tears gushing out of her in an unrelenting flood.

"I love you… Ka-chan." That man whispered, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, slathering warm saliva up the side of Kasha's cheek. "I love you so much."

Kasha screamed but he just pulled her closer, smothering her cries into his chest, holding her captive as he had since she was thirteen years old. She screamed and screamed and no one came to save her.

Kasha was alone. She was utterly alone, and she was so so scared. She screamed and cried and fruitlessly struggled in his grasp until her voice became hoarse and pitiful and trickled away, until her lungs screamed in agony alongside her heart. But no one heard her. He made certain of that.

The only thing Kasha had was despair, and that man.

-Camie is lowkey me because I can't stop calling people boo either. I really need to stop lmao.

-I just want to let you guys know, That Man is not an OC. I seem to have given you all that impression, but I did try to drop hints towards his identity.

-Next chapter we'll see things from That Man's perspective again. It'll also be longer because I prefer to write their reunion with the reader seeing through his lens.