Hey, guys. This is BD with the latest installment of "CTRL + ALT + Desire!" After thoughtful consideration, I am going to stretch this out a bit longer and see how it goes. This chapter will serve as a filler chapter. This is an OCC Kaina x OOC Izuku love (?) story. Enjoy!
Due to the graphic depiction of this story, discretion is advised. As a reminder, the author doesn't support nor encourage the actions that occurred in this story.
Lady Nagant, or rather Kaina, had always been someone who adapted to her surroundings, molding herself into whatever role was required of her. But this role was new, unfamiliar, yet oddly comforting. Wearing a long sundress that flowed gracefully with her movements, and an apron tied neatly around her waist, she looked every bit the picture of a housewife.
The kitchen smelled of sweet vanilla as she carefully mixed the batter for the cake she was baking. The rhythmic sounds of the whisk hitting the bowl and the gentle hum of the oven were soothing, a stark contrast to the chaotic life she once led. This cake was special, not just any cake, but a symbol of their one-week anniversary as a couple.
Izuku, with his ever-optimistic nature and pure heart, had managed to touch a part of Kaina she thought was long buried. Even if he didn't fully realize or accept the depth of their connection yet, she was determined to show him. She knew that with time, his heart and mind would align with what she already knew – they were meant to be together.
Out of all the pets she has had in her life, this boy surprisingly captivated her heart…and soul.
As she poured the batter into the cake tin, a small smile played on her lips. She couldn't help but think about the journey that had led her here. From a feared villainess to a woman who found solace in the simple act of baking a cake for someone she cared about. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a warmth that was both foreign and welcome.
Kaina was patient. She understood that convincing Izuku would take more than just a cake. It would take moments like these, where she could show him the softer side of herself. The side that wanted nothing more than to create a home, a safe haven where they could both heal and grow.
The cake was just a start. In time, she would find more ways to show Izuku that their bond was real, that their connection was something worth fighting for. And if she had to be a little more persuasive, well, she was prepared for that too. After all, she had faced far greater challenges in her life. Winning over Izuku's heart would be no different.
Carrot cake was Izuku's favorite cake, and she was determined to make it perfect. She wanted every bite to remind him of the care and effort she put into making their lives together as sweet and fulfilling as possible.
With the batter ready, she poured it into the cake tin and slid it into the preheated oven. Setting the timer, she wiped her hands on the apron and walked over to the living room, where the television sat silently. She grabbed the remote and turned it on, flipping through the channels until she found the news.
Staying informed was crucial. Even though she had left her villain days behind, the world still viewed her with suspicion and fear. And with Izuku by her side, she knew they had to be extra cautious. They couldn't afford to be discovered, not when they were so close to building a new life together.
Whether or not her pet has accepted it.
A familiar name caught her attention, pulling her gaze to the screen. The news anchor's somber expression contrasted with the cheerful atmosphere of the kitchen. "A candlelight vigil is taking place tonight at Alliance Heights," the anchor reported. "Family and friends gather to pray for the safe return of Izuku Midoriya, who has been missing for one week."
Kaina's hand paused in mid-stir, her eyes fixed on the screen. The camera panned to a crowd of worried faces, some holding candles, others clutching photos of Izuku. She could see the anguish in their eyes, the desperate hope that their beloved friend and family member would come back to them.
A small, almost wistful smile curved her lips. It was touching, really, that so many people cared about Izuku. He had always been surrounded by love and support, something Kaina had rarely experienced in her own tumultuous life. She touched her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart, and reminded herself that she was now the one who would provide that care and support for him.
Certain that no one would ever find Izuku, she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. She had been meticulous in covering her tracks, ensuring that he was hidden away where no one would think to look. A secluded place where they could be alone, away from the prying eyes of the world.
She knew Izuku might be resistant at first, confused and perhaps even frightened. But she was patient. She had all the time in the world to help him understand that this was where he belonged – with her. In time, his heart and mind would come to see things her way. In her mind, it was only a matter of time before he realized that staying with her was the best thing for both of them. And until that moment came, she would ensure his safety and happiness, whether he liked it or not.
As the news segment continued, Kaina's attention was drawn once more to the screen. The camera focused on All Might, his usually vibrant face clouded with worry and exhaustion. "Pro Heroes and the police have been working around the clock to find him," he said, his voice heavy with concern. "We won't rest until Izuku is safely back with us."
Next, the camera shifted to Inko Midoriya, Izuku's mother. She stood there, her face etched with sorrow and fear. She couldn't bring herself to speak, her eyes red and puffy from crying. The sight tugged at something deep within Kaina, but she quickly dismissed the feeling, reminding herself that Inko didn't understand. She couldn't see that her son was now in a place where he would be cherished and protected.
The broadcast then panned through the crowd, showing his classmates from U.A. High School, each holding a candle. Their faces were a mix of determination and despair, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that mirrored their inner turmoil. Kaina's heart quickened at the sight. The realization that this boy, her Izuku, meant so much to so many people filled her with an almost giddy excitement.
"The world might be searching, but they would never find him. Only I could provide the sanctuary he needed."
As Kaina continued to watch the news, she noticed the reporter in the foreground wrapping up his segment. "Izuku Midoriya, last seen a week ago, is described as—" His words were interrupted by a commotion off-camera. The lens quickly panned to the source of the disturbance, revealing two girls violently kicking and breaking the candles placed in Izuku's honor.
Kaina recognized them immediately—Yui Kodai and Itsuka Kendou, the two girls she had subdued before kidnapping Izuku. Their normally composed and cheerful faces were now twisted with a sickening, almost deranged look. The other students, shocked and confused, hurried to restrain them, but it was clear that Yui and Itsuka were far from their usual selves.
She knew Yui and Itsuka wanted Izuku too, but he was hers now. She wouldn't let anyone, not even these broken girls, take him away from her. The news anchor, now back on screen, looked visibly shaken by the incident. "It seems emotions are running high here tonight," he said, his voice wavering. "We can only hope for a peaceful resolution and the safe return of Izuku Midoriya."
Kaina felt a complex mix of emotions as she watched the scene unfold. She was amused, even a bit thrilled, by the chaos she had indirectly caused. Seeing the girls in such a state was a testament to the lengths she had gone to secure Izuku.
She remembered the events vividly. The methods she employed were harsh, pushing the girls to their mental and emotional limits until they were utterly broken. It was the only way to ensure they wouldn't interfere with her plans.
As the camera captured the horrified expressions of the other students and the futile attempts to calm Yui and Itsuka, Kaina couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. These were the lengths she was willing to go to for Izuku, to ensure he remained by her side forever.
Meanwhile….
Shouta and Nemuri sat outside Nezu's office, exchanging worried glances as they waited. Inside, they could hear the muffled voice of Nezu speaking to Izuku's mother, who was clearly distraught. Her voice was filled with a mix of anger and grief, reflecting the torment of a parent whose child was missing.
"How does a boy go missing on a campus with cameras everywhere?" Izuku's mother demanded, her voice rising. "You told me my son would be safe here. If you can't give me answers, I'll have no choice but to contact the police commissioner about this."
Nezu's voice, though calm, carried a weight of responsibility. "Mrs. Midoriya, I assure you we are doing everything in our power to find Izuku. The safety of our students is our highest priority, and we are utilizing all resources at our disposal."
Inko's voice was strained with desperation. "I'm tired of excuses, Principal Nezu. It's been a week, and still no update on his whereabouts. I fear he could be kidnapped, tortured by villains, or worse—killed."
Nezu's calm demeanor never wavered. "Mrs. Midoriya, I understand your anguish. I assure you that the police and Pro Heroes are searching for him around the clock. If it were a villain, we would likely have received a ransom demand by now."
The words barely left his mouth before Inko's palm met his face with a sharp slap, echoing in the small office. Her eyes were blazing with a mix of fury and betrayal. "I trusted you to watch over my son," she spat before storming out of the office.
Toshinori, who had been silently standing in the corner, watched the scene unfold with a pained expression. He felt the weight of responsibility heavily on his shoulders but remained silent. Without a word, he followed Inko out of the office, his presence a silent support to the grieving mother.
Shouta and Nemuri, still seated outside, exchanged shocked glances as they saw Inko and Toshinori leave. The intensity of the situation had just escalated, and the sense of urgency to find Izuku was more pressing than ever.
Nezu's typically composed demeanor had been visibly shaken by Inko's slap, and the red mark on his face was a testament to the emotional turmoil he was experiencing. Without uttering a word, he gestured for Shouta and Nemuri to follow him back into his office.
As they entered, the tension in the room was palpable. Nezu's frustration and concern were evident as he unleashed a rare display of emotion. Kicking a nearby trash can and shoving a file cabinet to the ground, he let out a series of deep breaths, attempting to regain his composure before finally taking a seat behind his desk.
"Have a seat," he instructed Shouta and Nemuri in a voice that, though still controlled, carried an edge of urgency and determination.
Shouta and Nemuri exchanged a glance, both understanding the gravity of the situation. They took seats across from Nezu, their expressions reflecting readiness to address whatever Nezu had to say.
The whatchamacallit leaned forward, his hands steepled together as he addressed them.
Nezu's frustration simmered as he addressed his lead teachers, his voice tinged with urgency and a touch of exasperation. "We have a problem here. How does a boy simply disappear without a trace on this campus?" His tone was rhetorical yet demanding of answers.
He continued, his irritation evident. "And on top of that, Endeavor is so far up my ass that when I speak, he practically spits. We have a missing student, and now Kodai and Kendou have disrupted Izuku's vigil and are facing consequences for their actions."
The Eraser Hero couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at Nezu's colorful analogy, but Nezu's stern expression quickly silenced any amusement in the room.
The principal's gaze hardened as he focused on Shouta and Nemuri. "You two were closer to Izuku. I need answers. Did he show any signs of despair or worry? Did he seem depressed?" His questions were direct, cutting through any lingering tension.
Aizawa, known for his straightforward demeanor, began the discussion.
"Izuku has always been a bit of a troublemaker, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary," Aizawa stated, his voice reflecting his concern despite his usual stoicism.
The R-Rated Pro Heroine nodded in agreement, adding her perspective. "He was nervous around me, as usual, but academically, he was performing well in my class."
Nezu, listening intently, interjected with a pointed question. "Have either of you spoken directly to his classmates or friends recently?"
Aizawa and Kayama exchanged a brief glance before shaking their heads. "No," Aizawa admitted. "We haven't reached out to his classmates yet."
Nezu leaned back in his chair, his mind clearly racing through possibilities. "Start with his friends," he said firmly. "See if they know anything that might help. Meanwhile, I need to contact the police commissioner before Inko does. The last thing we need is unwanted scrutiny on the school."
Aizawa and Kayama nodded in understanding, knowing the urgency of the situation. Nezu's concern was not just for Izuku's well-being but also for the reputation and safety of UA High School.
As they stepped out of Nezu's office, the weight of the situation hung heavily between them. Shouta couldn't help but eye Nemuri with a hint of suspicion, a shadow of doubt flickering across his usually impassive face. Nemuri noticed his scrutiny and spoke up, her voice tinged with both frustration and a touch of hurt.
"Do you really think I had something to do with Izuku's disappearance? Do you?" Nemuri asked, her tone defensive yet pleading. "Yes, I've had my share of 'extracurricular' activities, but I swear I didn't have anything to do with this."
He sighed, his exhaustion evident. "I know, Nemuri," he replied, his voice weary. "But let's be honest. Sometimes having the troublemaker gone would make life easier for both of us."
Nemuri's eyes widened at his candid admission. "Shouta..."
He held up a hand, cutting her off gently. "Look, I may not have always seen eye-to-eye with the kid, but I didn't want him to just disappear either." He sighed again. "Look! We both know pointing fingers won't get us anywhere right now. Sorry for even speculating."
She nodded slowly, understanding dawning in her expression. "You're right," she conceded. "Let's focus on what we can do. We'll go to your office, gather information from Izuku's friends, backtrack everything up to the point of his disappearance."
The Eraser Hero nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We need to find out where he was last seen, who he was with, anything that might give us a lead."
Later….
Minoru sat in the common area at Alliance Heights, his expression carefully neutral as he mechanically picked at his dinner. Though outwardly composed, inside he was a tumult of guilt and fear. If his classmates ever found out about his unwitting role in Izuku's disappearance, he knew his time at UA would be over. Expulsion would be the least of his worries; the shame would be unbearable.
His mind kept circling back to that purple-haired woman, the one who had manipulated him so effortlessly. Her seductive words had clouded his judgment, leading him to actions he now deeply regretted. He couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility, even though he hadn't directly caused Izuku's disappearance. The weight of it all was suffocating.
"Hey, Minoru, you with us?" Denki asked, concerned while furrowing his brow.
Minoru looked up, his eyes betraying a mix of guilt and distraction. "Yeah, sorry. Just... thinking."
"We were talking about canvassing the areas Izuku used to hang out," Denki said, glancing around at the others for agreement. "We think it might help."
Minoru nodded slowly, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. "Yeah, that's a good idea. We have to find him."
Katsuki sat with his arms crossed, his expression hardened as he voiced his cynical thoughts. "That sissy nerd is probably just playing kidnapped to get attention."
Ochako's face flushed with anger, her fists tightening. "Katsuki, that's enough! How can you say that?" She leaned forward, ready to confront him, but Tsuyu and Mina quickly intervened, holding her back.
"Easy, Ochako," Tsuyu said calmly, her grip firm yet gentle. "Let's hear everyone out, ribbit."
Reluctantly, Katsuki glanced around at the tense faces of his classmates. He sighed heavily. "Fine. I... I take it back. Sorry."
Ochako nodded, still visibly upset but managing to hold her tongue for now. Across from them, Tenya spoke up, his voice measured and analytical. "We need to consider Izuku's usual routines. Has anyone noticed if he's been under stress lately?"
"He got in trouble recently for losing his ID," Katsuki interjected with a hint of annoyance.
Tsuyu shook her head. "That's not reason enough for him to go missing, I think, ribbit."
Yuga chimed in thoughtfully, adjusting his glasses. "Maybe it was a villain? They do stuff like this sometimes."
Tenya shook his head, his glasses glinting. "Unlikely. Villains usually make their intentions known. It would be unlike them to be so covert."
Minoru, lost in his own thoughts until now, blurted out, "What if he ran off with some girl?"
The entire class turned to Minoru, a mix of disbelief and disapproval on their faces.
"M-Minoru! Seriously?" Mina exclaimed, shaking her head.
"That's not even remotely logical," Tsuyu added with a sigh.
Minoru shrunk back, realizing his mistake. "Uh... sorry."
Ochako sighed deeply, the tension in the room palpable. "Let's focus on finding Izuku. We need to organize our search efforts systematically."
The class nodded in agreement, the gravity of the situation settling over them as they discussed their next steps in locating their missing friend.
Feeling the weight of his guilt and suspicion pressing down on him, Minoru excused himself from the group gathered in the common area and walked briskly down the quiet hallway of Alliance Heights. His footsteps echoed faintly against the polished floors, each one a reminder of the turmoil churning inside him.
A vile feeling twisted in his gut, knotting tighter with every step. "She had something to do with it. She had something to do with it," Minoru muttered under his breath, the words a mantra of accusation and regret. The memory of the purple-haired woman's seductive whispers and her role in Izuku's disappearance haunted him relentlessly.
As he walked, conflicting thoughts battled in his mind. A part of him yearned to confess, to unburden himself of the truth. He wanted to tell his classmates about his mistake, about how he had unwittingly invited a stranger onto campus, despite the rules. But fear gripped him too — fear of embarrassment, of the consequences that could include expulsion. The mere thought made him feel sick to his stomach.
Stopping in the middle of the hallway, Minoru leaned against the cool wall, closing his eyes as he struggled to compose himself. His mind raced with scenarios of what could have happened to Izuku, each one more terrifying than the last. He knew he had to do something, but uncertainty and guilt held him in place.
Minoru heard Denki's voice calling out to him, breaking through his turbulent thoughts as he hurried down the hallway. Denki caught up to him, concern etched across his face.
"Hey, Minoru, are you okay?" Denki asked, studying Minoru's pale complexion with furrowed brows.
The grapeheaded dwarf forced a smile, though it felt brittle on his lips. "Yeah, I'm fine, just needed some fresh air. Maybe I'm coming down with something."
The electric blond didn't seem convinced, his worry deepening. "You don't look so good, man. Are you sure everything's alright?"
Minoru's stomach churned uncomfortably, the guilt and anxiety threatening to overwhelm him. He knew he couldn't keep this to himself any longer.
"We need to talk," Minoru said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But not here. Meet me at our usual cafe in an hour. And... don't tell anyone."
Denki nodded, sensing the seriousness in Minoru's tone. "Alright, I'll be there."
Back to Kaina….
The atmosphere in Kaina's bedroom was calm, almost serene, as she entered carrying the freshly baked carrot cake on a tray. She called out cheerfully to Izuku, lying bound on the bed, his presence a testament to the meticulous care she had taken in their time together.
Refining Izuku into her ideal companion had indeed been demanding. The delicate balance of her special cocktails, each carefully concocted to achieve specific effects, had taken its toll on his body. She had experimented tirelessly, introducing chemicals that induced dizziness and lethargy, or numbed his limbs completely. Some cocktails had even been laced with aphrodisiacs, intended to deepen their connection in ways both physical and emotional.
Kaina set the cake down on a nearby table, her gaze tender yet possessive as she looked at Izuku. He lay there, bound by nylon ropes, a testament to her dedication to their relationship. She understood that their journey together had been challenging, but every trial, every meticulous refinement, had been for this moment.
Moving closer to Izuku, she brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle yet firm. "I made your favorite cake," she murmured softly, her voice filled with a mix of affection and determination. "It's our anniversary, Izuku. A week together, just you and me."
She knew he might not fully comprehend or appreciate her efforts yet. The cocktails had taken their toll, altering his state of mind and body in ways that were necessary but sometimes painful. Yet she believed in the purity of her intentions, in creating a life together that was untainted by the complexities of the outside world.
As she untied the ropes binding him, Kaina leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his cheek. "You're mine, Izuku," she whispered, her words a declaration of possession and devotion. "Forever."
With careful tenderness, she helped him sit up, offering him a slice of the freshly baked cake. The sweet aroma filled the room, a stark contrast to the controlled environment she had crafted for them. Kaina watched him closely, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and satisfaction.
Meanwhile….
Itsuka lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her mind churned with a mixture of anger, betrayal, and a burning desire for revenge. The events of that night replayed in her head like a relentless storm.
"Kendou. I don't like this at all, but it feels too good."
"I know, Yui-chan. Don't think of me this way."
"We must overcome this. We'll find a way to get out of this."
"It sucks that I am so turned on."
"I know, Kendou. Fight it. Please fight it."
"I want to, but…but…I'm cumming!"
Present Mic's words echoed in her mind as she replayed the scene at Izuku's candlelight vigil. Destroying the candles had been a mistake—a surge of frustration and helplessness that had backfired spectacularly.
She glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on the broken pieces of a candle that lay scattered on the floor. Present Mic had been firm but fair, sending her straight to her dorm and placing her on punishment. No leaving until morning.
Yui, her roommate, was absent. Sent to stay with another classmate until they were due to meet with Nezu for what would undoubtedly be a stern reprimand. Itsuka couldn't blame Yui for wanting some distance after the incident. It was all too much—the guilt, the regret, and the looming consequences.
Her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she stared up at the ceiling, the darkness of the room mirroring the storm raging within her. Yui had been terrified, and Itsuka couldn't forgive herself for not being able to protect her roommate from the trauma they had both endured.
But amidst the turmoil of emotions, one thought burned brighter than the rest—revenge. She couldn't let this injustice go unanswered. The purple-haired woman had crossed a line that Itsuka couldn't ignore. She vowed silently to herself that she would make her pay for what she had done, for the fear and suffering she had inflicted.
"You have snatched away a gift that was meant for someone special. How could you do such a thing, you bitch?!" That gift in question was her virginity. That woman carelessly stuck an object in her vagina, permanently breaking the seal that she hoped to save for the boy of her dreams — the very boy that was missing.
Images of confronting the woman, of standing tall and strong against her, played out in Itsuka's mind. She imagined the satisfaction of seeing fear in the woman's eyes, of turning the tables and making her regret ever laying a hand on them.
A grim determination settled over Itsuka as she lay there, plotting her next move. She knew she couldn't act recklessly; she needed a plan, allies, and above all, patience. Revenge wasn't a quick fix—it required careful execution and unwavering resolve.
But as Itsuka stared into the darkness, her heart hardened with resolve. The purple-haired woman had awoken a fierce determination within her, one that would drive her forward until justice was served.
To be continued….