Kamiko groaned. She felt nauseous, like she just woke up from a hangover or something.
"Yo," a familiar voice echoed in the large warehouse.
Kamiko tilted her head slightly, eyes shifting to the left to see a young, silver haired man sitting on a chair in front of her. He wore a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans that showed off his well toned thigh muscles. Without the denim jacket, his defined biceps were very much visible. If Kamiko weren't currently tied up and laying on the dirty, dusty warehouse floor, she would have started drawing him for references. She let out a soft sigh as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.
"Souichirou, what the fuck is the meaning of this?" Kamiko demanded. She glared at the man sitting in front of her, her cold grey eyes meeting his.
The corner of the man's lips tugged upward as he ran his hand through his bangs, pushing his hair. "Been a while hasn't it, Kamiko?"
...
"Stop the camera," Akemi said. The security guard pressed space on the keyboard, pausing the footage. Behind Akemi stood Bakugou and Kirishima. Meanwhile Kaminari was outside the security room, on the call with Deku, Shoto, Uravity, Ingenium, and many others. "That guy!" Akemi pointed to a man in the video. "That's the guy I saw before I got knocked out. I didn't see his face but I won't forget that t-shirt!"
"Well you can't see his face here anyways, he's wearing a fucking baseball cap," Bakugou grumbled.
Kirishima nudged Bakugou softly. "We know you're worried, but she's trying to help. Be nice." Bakugou let out a loud snort and clicked his tongue, but Kirishima knew that was his best attempt at putting away his attitude.
Bakugou's brows were scrunched up like a crumpled piece of paper, his arms crossed as his fingers tapped impatiently on his arm while they watched the security footage. There was so many curse words pent up in his mouth, for he couldn't believe just how many blind spots the security cameras had. After he rescues Kamiko the first thing he'll do is fucking destroy this building and force them to redo all the camera placements.
It took utterly forever just to put together all the footage to see just what exactly happened.
Thankfully, there was a security camera in the studio. The camera was located in the far corner, but it was able to barely catch Kamiko and Akemi's side of the room.
Bakugou's fist clenched when the security guard started playing the footage of just before Kamiko got kidnapped. There she was, sitting on the chair in front of the easel, sketching. The anger and frustration in Bakugou's eyes softened, his brows relaxing just slightly. Kirishima could hear Bakugou inhale. The red haired man peered at his best friend from the corner of his eyes, only to see the toughest guy he knew bite his bottom lip, eyes red with tears brimming in the corners. Oh god... Kirishima thought. Bakugou's really worried.
The ash blonde's eyes were locked to the screen. He didn't even blink, for he was afraid that he'd miss a single detail. In the video, Akemi stood up, packing her things. "Here, I was getting ready to leave. And I asked Miko if she was gonna leave too 'cause it's getting late, and here she's telling me she'll stay a bit longer to finish up." Akemi pointed out. The heroes watched as Akemi walked to the door and opened it. They put the footage from the camera outside the studio parallel to the one inside the room to see what was happening in both angles.
Soon after Akemi opened the door, the man in the weird graphic T sprayed a purple gas at her. It didn't create a smokescreen, but rather a small puff, but it was enough to instantly knock Akemi unconscious. "What's that gas he used? Such instant effect!" Kirishima gasped.
"Shh!" Bakugou covered Kirishima's mouth. He leaned forward, for his eyes caught something in the footage inside the studio. A dark shadowy figure crept from the shadowed side of the room. As Kamiko stood up and turned around, that figure immediately emerged from the shadow, stepping up behind Kamiko. It was a woman. She wore a tight, thigh length red dress. The woman snaked her arms around Kamiko's neck, and almost instantly Kamiko fell limp in her arms.
...
"Explain yourself Souichirou. It better be good. Give me a reason why you kidnapped your cousin and tied her up in the middle of a dusty old warehouse." The ropes around Kamiko loosened, falling to the ground as Kamiko stood up, patting the dust off herself. She bit hard on the word 'dusty,' as if that was the main focus of her sentence instead of 'kidnap.'
The man named Souichirou simply let out a snicker. "I knew that wasn't enough to detain you."
"Then you shouldn't have used these. Don't they have some sort of quirk inhibiting drugs or some shit? Couldn't get your hand on those?" Kamiko shook her head, letting the dust fall off her hair as she patted and brushed them out. I need a fucking shower.
Souichirou leaned back on the chair, head tilted back, looking up at the ceiling as he let out a long sigh. "You know they don't have that since they took down Shie Hassaikai," he said.
"Yeah well you still haven't answered my question. If this is some kind of joke it's not funny. My boyfriend must be going crazy right now," Kamiko said in a serious tone that rarely ever came out of her mouth.
Souichirou's brows perked with interest. He lowered his head back down, gazing at Kamiko with a smirk spread over his lips. "Boyfriend? You mean Ground Zero?"
"Yes, Ground Zero is my boyfriend. Problem?"
Souichirou couldn't help but let out a light chuckle at the way Kamiko crossed her arms and puffed out her chest. She used to do this all the time as a kid when she wanted to brag about something, such as a new toy or a new ability.
"Sounds like you're quite proud of that boyfriend," Souichirou said. "But can he even find you?"
Kamiko reached for her earlobes, eyes widening when she couldn't feel the ear studs that were supposed to be there. Her eyes darted towards Souichirou, and as realization kicked in, her face went beet red. "You fucking stalker!" She exclaimed.
The man simply shrugged. "Doing my job."
...
"We have the identity of the woman in the footage!"
Bakugou and the others brought a copy of all the footage with the suspects to the local police department, where the police were able to pull up the information on the suspects. Although heroes work closely with the justice department, the hero agencies are not granted access to sensitive information such as individual profiles of citizens and residences.
A police with short brown hair walked over with a stack of paper. He handed Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari each a copy. "We couldn't identify the man because he hid his face from the cameras, but the woman's name is Inemuri Hyouko. She is a hostess at a club in Shibuya. Her quirk is sleeping gas," he explained.
"The same quirk as Midnight-sensei..." Kaminari muttered.
"It's a little different. Although they both emit fragrance from their body that could instantly knock someone out, the after effects of Inemuri is closer to alcohol consumption," explained the officer.
Bakugou frowned at the stack of paper. "Are there any evidence that she has ties with the League?" From the woman's files, she didn't seem like the kind of people who woyld usually affiliate with the League. However, at this point the League is filled with all sorts of people, so it's difficult to tell who would likely be in the League and who wouldn't.
"There's no evidence, but we have contacted our team in Tokyo and are doing a detailed investigation. We should be getting results soo-"
"THAT'S TOO LATE DAMNIT!" Bakugou slammed the papers on the desk next to him, an explosion going off, turning the paper to ashes and scorching a mark onto the surface of the table. The police was taken aback by Bakugou's sudden outburst, as he had been calm the entire time until now.
"Hey man calm down, they're doing their best!" Kirishima said as he held Bakugou from walking towards the police.
"CALM DOWN?! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN?! THEY FUCKING TOOK MY GIRLFRIEND! IT'S BEEN TWO FUCKING HOURS AND FOR ALL WE KNOW SHE COULD BE DEAD! AND YOU TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN?!" Bakugou screamed on the top of his lungs, his voice cracking at the word 'dead.' Kirishima's eyes reddened when he saw the panic and tears in his best friend's eyes.
That's right. How could he expect Bakugou to stay calm? Of all people Kirishima and Kaminari knew best just how much Kamiko meant to him. At first, she was his responsibility as a hero, someone he had to watch over. The fact that she was taken while under his watch was not only a damage to his reputation but also his pride. Not to mention Kamiko is also his girlfriend, the one and only woman the explosive, self-centered hero has ever come to love. Bakugou was never a calm person to begin with, so it's all the more reasonable for him to be acting up right now.
"We found him!" A female police officer came barging in. Bakugou, Kirishima, amd Kaminari all turned towards the female officer, thinking she found the male in the video. "We found Clearvo!"
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Kamiko's face burned. Her mouth hung agape, her lower lip quivering as she tried to find the right curse words to throw at the silver haired man, only to feel completely tongue tied. "Y-You mean... You saw..."
"Oh god don't remind me! It's so weird to see your cousin having sex!" Souichirou covered his eyes with his right hand, throwing his head back, as if the vile image was right before his eyes.
"SOUICHIROU!"
"It's not my fault! You know when I use my quirk I can't control what I see! And how was I supposed to know you had sex in the past three months?! The last time we talked you were a single couch potato!"
Kamiko buries her face into her hands as she squatted on the floor. "Oh my god someone give me a shovel! I need to dig a hole! This can't be happening!"
Souichirou split his index and middle finger to create a crack big enough for his left eye to peek through. "I gotta say sis, you went from virgin to threesome reaaallll fast."
"That's it." Kamiko stood up, and along with her, the empty oil barrels around them also lifted into the air. Souichirou gulped as he saw the ropes that originay tied Kamiko come flying towards him. "You need to die."
"Hey! Hey! I was trying to save your life!"
"How?! By invading my privacy and kidnapping me?! Wait why the fuck are you doing this in the first place? You still haven't answered me!"
"Ok put the barrels down!" Souichirou stood up, holding a hand towards Kamiko, as if trying to calm an aggressive dog. "And don't get mad at me..." Once he confirmed that Kamiko was in a calm mental state, he continued. "The League of Villains requested me to hand you to them."
"WHAT?! SO YOU'RE JUST GONNA HAND ME OVER?!" The barrels started to compress, shaping themselves into arrows, pointing towards Souichirou, who quickly hid behind the chair he was sitting on.
"Obviously not! If I planned to do that we wouldn't be talking right now! You'd be with the League!"
Kamiko had to admit, he had a point. The arrows slowly landed on the ground as the silver haired woman crossed her arms, waiting for the male to continue. Souichirou let out a relieved sigh as he crawled out from behind the chair, slowly inching towards Kamiko. He gently took her by the arm, pulled her over and sat her down on the seat. "Listen, you know how I visited once when you just went to college, saying I came to Japan for work?" He knelt down beside Kamiko as he asked.
"Yeah?" Kamiko nodded. Souichirou's parents moved to America before she was born, but when they were little, his parents would bring him back to Japan every summer to visit family, and as the cousin closest in age to Souichirou, Kamiko used to play with him a lot, even though he was five years older.
Souichirou took a deep breath, and lowered his voice. "I'm working for the FBI."
A/N: Y'all thought Kamiko was in danger? Lol no she has too much plot armor. She's not called superior child for nothing. God loves her (god being me).