Hey, guys. This is BD with the latest installment of "CTRL + ALT + Desire!" In this chapter, Denki meets with Minoru and is stunned by what Minoru confesses. Meanwhile, Shouta and Nemuri are working tirelessly as they try to determine how Izuku "disappeared." Later, Kaina decides to get a little affectionate with her newest pet Dekkun before being compromised. 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.

Denki arrived at the familiar diner a little after ten. He had to convince Present Mic that he had to run a quick errand for a class project to be permitted curfew release. As he stepped inside of the restaurant, his eyes darted to the sight of Minoru sitting at their usual corner booth.

The dwarf's eyes stared at the outside, presumably certain to make sure that Denki wasn't being tailed. As he approached the booth, he could look at his best friend's face and tell something was really troubling him.

"'Sup, Minoru?" His usual trademark smile appeared as he sat across from his friend.

Minoru, on the other hand, didn't utter a word. He appeared jumpy. He continued fidgeting around as if he was ready to move if necessary. Judging by the look of his now-tepid tea and dessert that the kid didn't touch a thing. He probably didn't want the waitress to throw him out. Apparently serving water wasn't enough of an excuse to keep someone without earning a profit.

Denki's eyes darted at the comic book in front of Minoru. It was Spider-Man. He wasn't a particular fan of the series as he was more of a DC fan, he still appreciated the series that involved Miles Morales and that eye candy of his, Gwen. Taking his mind off of fictional heroes, it was back to the subject at hand — his reason for being here.

"What I am about to tell you doesn't leave this booth." The dwarf recoiled himself as if he had a target on his back. "I'm serious, man. What I tell you doesn't leave this booth. It doesn't leave us."

Scratching under his arm and eyeing Minoru's Boston cream pie, he said, "Sure, bro. No matter what is about to be said, you know I have your back." He released a candid smile.

"Are you willing to bet money on that? Even your life?" Minoru's response was laced with desperation.

The response made the electric blond taken aback. "Whoa, dude. Is…is it that serious?"

The dwarf slumped down his seat, trying his best to contain the tears. "I screwed up, man. I really screwed up."

Denki leaned forward, trying to maintain a calm exterior despite the growing unease in his chest.

A tear traced down Minoru's cheek, his voice trembling as he spoke softly. "I'm going to get expelled, if not arrested."

Denki's confusion was evident. "What do you mean, Minoru?" he asked, leaning in closer, his concern deepening.

Minoru repeated himself, his voice barely above a whisper. Denki reached out, trying to offer some comfort. "Whatever it is, I'll stand by you, Minoru. We're in this together."

"You'll really put this on yourself? Even your life?"

Denki needed to humor this as it was somewhat occasional for the perverted teen to have tangents like this. Which underwear did he steal? Which girl caught him spying on them? Did he actually go through his dream of stealing Mirko's leotard? Variables that would have wound him doing some time in juvenile hall or community service. Nevertheless, nothing that counseling and a good scolding wouldn't fix. "I put it on everything that I love." He hit his chest pridefully. "Even if it means my life."

With trembling hands, Minoru slid the Spider-Man comic across the table towards Denki. Hesitantly, Denki picked it up and opened it. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of what was hidden inside. Shocked, he immediately tossed the comic back to Minoru.

"What the hell, Minoru?" Denki's voice was a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Shh!" The dwarf responded with urgency in case of prying ears and eyes. "You promised me that you have me?"

"Not until I saw what you were keeping in there." The electric blonde retorted. "Like what the fuck? I have known you to do some sick shit. Voyeurism? Fine! Stealing girl's undies? Fine! Discouraging acts, but victimless crimes nonetheless."

"..." Minoru looked down, unable to meet Denki's eyes.

Denki's hands trembled as he slowly pulled the comic book back towards him, mustering all his courage to open it once more. As he flipped it open, his heart sank at the sight of the contents within. Inside were embarrassing, compromising photos of Yui and Itsuka—photos that were clearly never meant to be seen by anyone else.

He felt a wave of nausea and guilt wash over him as he looked at the images. Yui and Itsuka had been acting strangely since Izuku's disappearance, and now he understood why. These photos were more than just compromising; they were a violation of their privacy and trust. The realization hit him hard—someone had used these photos to manipulate or control them, and it was likely connected to Izuku's disappearance.

Denki closed the comic book, his mind racing. "Minoru... how did you get these?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Denki's eyes narrowed as he stared at Minoru, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "Minoru, how exactly did you get these photos?" he demanded, his voice stern and unyielding.

Minoru fidgeted nervously, avoiding Denki's gaze. "They were sent to me through an email. It was cryptic—I couldn't trace the source."

Denki's skepticism was palpable. "You expect me to believe that? You've always had a reputation for being... lecherous. This isn't something to joke about, Minoru. Tell me the truth."

Minoru's face flushed with a mix of shame and fear. He looked around the café, as if the walls themselves might betray him. "I swear, Denki, I'm telling the truth. The email came out of nowhere. It had no sender information, just the photos and a message saying 'Keep these safe. You'll need them soon.'"

"Dude…this is serious and this is something you shouldn't have in your possession," retorted Denki with a stern voice. "You have photos of our 2-B schoolmates in obvious distress. Why would this come to you?"

"..."

"I'm not playing around, Minoru. These photos aren't just hugely damning, but if it got into the wrong hands, their future, their reputation, just dismantled," he said. "And then you, having these photos, you're in trouble." He crossed his hands. "Unless you are informing me that you're graduating from your usual antics, why would these photos come to you?"

Minoru's eyes flickered with fear and guilt, but he said nothing. Denki's memory flashed back to their conversation at dinner, specifically to Minoru's offhand comment: "What if he ran off with some girl?"

Denki's eyes widened with a mix of shock and suspicion. "Minoru," he began slowly, "did you play some role in Izuku's disappearance?"

Minoru's face paled, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet Denki's eyes. Frustration and worry mounting, Denki reached across the table and grabbed Minoru's chin, forcing him to look up.

"Answer me, Minoru," Denki demanded, his voice unwavering. "Did you have something to do with Izuku's disappearance?"

Tears welled up in Minoru's eyes as he struggled to find his voice. Finally, he gave a small, reluctant nod.

"Shit!" The electric blond cursed under his breath. Here he was sitting in front of the person who was responsible for their missing classmate and friend.

"You played a dangerous game, Mineta," responded Denki. "A very dangerous game. If…no…when they found out about this…."

"Please stop," interjected Minoru. "How was I supposed to know that woman was going to take Deku away?"

"She certainly wasn't an Avon saleswoman or Girl Scouts." Denki reached out and flicked Minoru's forehead. "How stupid can you be? Allowing a stranger to waltz onto campus and take away Izuku. So, something tells me that this is two and two together."

"How would Yui and Itsuka be involved in this? I don't recall those two traveling the same circles as Deku."

"Does it really matter, spaz?" Denki responded, cursing under his breath. "What I am fearing is that these two incidents aren't isolated, that's my concern. His being missing and these photos being sent to you…" He stopped, trying so hard not to stammer.

Denki nodded slowly, his mind piecing together the puzzle. "Yui and Itsuka must have been threatened or blackmailed with these photos. That's why they've been acting so weird."

Minoru's voice trembled as he spoke. "What do we do now? If we take this to Aizawa or Nezu, they might think we're involved."

"Nuh-uh! You! I wasn't even here. What is Spider-Man?"

The dwarf became teary-eyed. "What about having my back and willing to bet your life?"

"Not until I saw that these photos are basically a canvas of rape between two women."

Minoru's face flushed with a mix of shame and fear. He looked around the café, as if the walls themselves might betray him. "Please, Denki. I can accept responsibility for Izuku being missing. But these?! I am a pervert but I am not a rapist of any kind. And when it comes to voyeurism, not that kind."

Denki sucked through his teeth. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Minoru's mouth. This was serious! "Do you at least know who did it?"

"It was a woman with purple hair with streaks. Obviously taller than me and drop dead gorgeous."

Denki leaned in closer, his voice low but intense. "Do you think the woman who sent these photos is the same one who took Deku?"

Minoru nodded, his expression a mix of fear and determination.

Denki took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure as he faced Minoru. "Minoru, we need to go to Nezu and tell him the truth about Izuku's disappearance," he said firmly.

Minoru's reaction was immediate and intense. "No!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the quiet café. His eyes were wide with fear. "If we go to Nezu, I'm done for. He'll kick me out for sure. I'll never be a hero."

Denki felt a pang of frustration but tried to remain calm. "Minoru, Izuku's life could be at stake. That has to be more important than the consequences we face."

Tears welled up in Minoru's eyes. "But my dream, Denki... my dream of being a hero will be ruined. You don't understand."

Denki looked at his friend, torn between loyalty and the urgency of the situation. "I understand, Minoru. But sometimes, being a hero means making tough choices. We have to take this risk."

Minoru suddenly got out of the booth and fell to his knees, looking up at Denki with a pleading expression. "You promised, Denki. You said you'd stand by me, with your life."

Seeing Minoru cry tore at Denki's heart. Against his better judgment, he knelt down and placed a hand on Minoru's shoulder. "Okay, Minoru. We won't go to Nezu. But we need to find a way to find Izuku before anyone else does. We can't let this go."

Minoru sniffled, wiping his tears away. "Thank you, Denki. I promise I won't let you down. We'll figure this out together."

Denki nodded, though the weight of his decision pressed heavily on him. "Alright. We need a plan. Let's start by talking to Yui and Itsuka. They might know something that can help us."

Minoru bit his lip, his face etched with worry. "I really think it's a bad idea to go to Itsuka and Yui. What if they get suspicious? What if they want to know why we're asking them questions?"

Denki considered Minoru's concerns but remained resolute. "We need to play it smart. No one knows why they've been acting strange. For all anyone else knows, they could just be having a bad day. We have to be subtle and hope we can get them to open up."

Minoru looked down, his fear evident. "I'm scared, Denki. What if they react badly?"

Denki's expression hardened, his tone firm. "Tough. Their lives have changed forever since you brought that girl into our dorm. We owe it to them to find out what's going on and help them. We can't let fear stop us."

Minoru nodded reluctantly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Alright. How do we start?"

Denki thought for a moment, strategizing. "We'll approach them casually. No direct questions about the photos or Izuku. Just small talk, see if we can get them to trust us and open up about anything unusual they've noticed."

Minoru took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Okay. Let's do this."

Denki paid for the tab, and as he and Minoru stepped out of the café, the unanswered questions about those photos weighed heavily on his mind. Who had taken those photos? How had Yui and Itsuka managed to escape whoever was behind them? The implications were troubling, but Denki pushed the thoughts aside for the moment, focusing on their immediate goal.

Hailing a cab, Denki gestured for Minoru to get in. The ride back to the dorms was silent, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Denki's mind raced with the possible scenarios and the danger they might be walking into. He knew they needed to be careful and methodical in their approach.

Meanwhile….

Aizawa scratched his arm where his nicotine patch was located, the irritation a stark reminder of his decision to quit smoking on a day when his nerves were already frayed. The digital clock on his desk showed it was nearly eleven in the evening. He stared at the security footage playing on his monitor, his eyes heavy but focused.

He watched as Izuku left his dorm room around 8 PM and exited Alliance Heights. From that point on, Izuku seemed to vanish. Aizawa switched between different camera feeds, hoping to catch a glimpse of the student, but it was as if Izuku had disappeared into thin air.

Nemuri entered the room carrying a tray with coffee and donuts, attempting to lighten the mood despite the gravity of the situation. Aizawa glanced at the treats with a frown, feeling the weight of their responsibility more acutely as the clock ticked on. The sight of the food seemed to mock the seriousness of their task, as if they were playing at being detectives.

Ignoring his reaction, Nemuri placed a cup of coffee and a donut in front of him. "You need to eat something," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "Any progress?"

Aizawa shook his head, his expression grim. "Nothing. He leaves the dorm, and then he just...vanishes."

Nemuri took a seat beside him, sipping her coffee thoughtfully. "Have you checked for blind spots?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

Aizawa sighed and nodded. "Every time I scan the feed between the time he left the dorm and the time he was reported missing, there's nothing. No sign of him anywhere."

Nemuri leaned closer to the monitor, her eyes scanning the footage intently. "There has to be something we're missing. Places where the cameras don't reach or moments where he could have slipped out of sight."

Aizawa's fingers flew over the keyboard, pulling up a campus map overlaid with camera placements. "Alright," he muttered, "let's look at this methodically. We know where he was last seen and we know the cameras don't show him after that point."

Nemuri pointed to a few areas on the map where coverage seems thin. "What about these spots? Maintenance tunnels, secluded courtyards, anywhere a student could go unnoticed."

Aizawa nodded, focusing on the new areas to investigate. "I'll cross-reference these locations with the times Izuku could have moved through them. If he has found a blind spot, we need to figure out where it leads."

Aizawa glanced up from his monitor, his mind still focused on the footage as he asked Nemuri, "Has Inko gone through with her threat to inform the police commissioner?"

Nemuri sighed, shaking her head. "No, she and Toshinori went to Endeavor's agency instead. It didn't go well. Inko was so distraught she started destroying property, demanding to speak with Endeavor. Security had to escort her out."

Aizawa rubbed his temples, feeling the pressure mounting. "We're on borrowed time. Inko won't stop there. We need to make haste."

The R-rated Pro Hero nodded. "I understand. By the way, Class 1-A has taken matters into their own hands. They've organized a search party and are canvassing the neighborhood with Present Mic."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at this, a mix of pride and concern in his eyes. "Good initiative, but we need to coordinate with them to make sure no one else goes missing."

Nemuri placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll keep them safe. Meanwhile, we should start arranging interviews with his classmates. We can do it during homeroom tomorrow."

The Eraser Hero nodded, his mind already racing through the logistics. "I'll handle the arrangements. Make sure we cover all the key students—Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Bakugo. Anyone who was particularly close to Izuku."

Nemuri made a note of the names, her expression serious. "I'll ensure they're ready. We need every piece of information they can provide."

He leaned back, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "Also, have someone check those maintenance tunnels we found on the footage. If Izuku used them, we need to know where they lead."

Nemuri nodded, already moving towards the door. "I'll get on it. Let's find him, Shouta."

As Nemuri called Hizashi to coordinate the search efforts, Aizawa continued to scrutinize the camera footage, his mind racing with possibilities. The frustration was palpable; he knew something crucial was slipping through their fingers. "No one just disappears," he muttered under his breath. "It doesn't show him leaving campus. It doesn't show him anywhere. What are we missing?"

A sudden thought struck him: What if they were focusing on the wrong details or overlooking something crucial? Determined to leave no stone unturned, he grabbed his coffee and donuts, steeling himself for a meticulous review of the footage.

Starting from the beginning, Aizawa slowed down the playback to carefully observe Izuku's movements from the moment he left his dorm room. He watched every step, every interaction, paying close attention to anything that seemed out of the ordinary.

Izuku exited his dorm at 8 PM, his movements deliberate but not hurried. Aizawa noted the time and location, cross-referencing with the map of camera placements. He continued to watch as Izuku moved towards the library, seemingly heading somewhere with purpose.

Then, just before Izuku reached the edge of the camera's view, Aizawa noticed something subtle. Izuku paused for a moment, almost imperceptibly, and glanced around as if checking for something—or someone. Aizawa rewound the footage and watched the moment again, focusing on Izuku's expression and body language. There was a hint of determination, but also a trace of hesitation.

Intrigued, Aizawa followed the footage frame by frame, noting that after this brief pause, Izuku continued walking with a slightly different demeanor. He seemed more cautious, as if aware of being observed or of needing to be discreet.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he continued to trace Izuku's path through the different camera feeds. He reached the point where Izuku seemingly vanished from sight. He rewound the footage again, paying close attention to the surroundings this time.

Before Aizawa could delve further into his deductions, Nemuri stepped back into the office, her expression serious. "I just spoke to Nezu," she said, her voice carrying an urgency that made Aizawa's heart sink. "We're needed in his office immediately."

Aizawa cursed under his breath, already anticipating the worst. He feared that Inko had taken actions that could complicate the situation further. With a sense of dread, he turned his head to Nemuri, hoping for something less dire.

Nemuri's face confirmed his fears. "Inko made contact with the police commissioner," she said, her voice heavy with the implications of her words.

Aizawa shut his eyes, frustration and worry battling within him. He turned off the computer, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down even harder. Slapping another nicotine patch on his arm, he gathered his composure and followed Nemuri to Nezu's office.

Meanwhile….

The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm, intimate light over the scene. The remnants of the carrot cake sat on the table, a testament to the evening's celebration. Kaina, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and possessive affection, reached for her Nikon camera. She wanted to immortalize this special evening, to capture the moment and preserve it forever.

Izuku lay on the bed, his eyes half-closed, a result of the sedative she had added to his cake. His body was slack, too woozy and groggy to offer any resistance or even fully comprehend what was happening. Kaina's heart raced with excitement as she began snapping photos, the camera's flash illuminating his face with each click.

She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself carefully to get the perfect angles. The sound of the shutter filled the room, each photo a new addition to her growing collection. She felt no guilt or remorse for what she was doing. In her mind, Izuku belonged to her—a treasured possession, a beautiful boy who was now hers forever.

Kaina took a moment to admire him through the lens, capturing the vulnerability in his expression, the way the soft light highlighted his features. She wanted every detail, every nuance, preserved. Each photo was a reminder of their bond, the lengths she had gone to secure their future together.

She adjusted her position, leaning closer to him, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "You're so beautiful, my pet," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with adoration. "You're so photogenic behind this lens. Never would I think such a pet would pull my heartstrings."

With each click of the camera, she felt a deeper connection to him, a sense of fulfillment that came from knowing he was hers. The photos were not just memories; they were proof of their bond, evidence of the love and dedication she had poured into their relationship.

As the night wore on, Kaina continued to take photos, documenting every moment, every expression. She knew that one day, Izuku would come to understand the depth of her feelings for him. He would see the love and care that had gone into creating their life together.

Finally, satisfied with her work, Kaina set the camera aside and gently lay down next to Izuku. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her heart beating in sync with his. She whispered softly into his ear, "You're my most precious treasure. I'll never set you free."

Kaina's heart fluttered as she lay beside Izuku, cradling him in her arms. But her tender moment was shattered when she heard him mutter, "Home." His voice was weak, strained, but the word was clear. "I... wanna... go... home."

Her grip on him tightened involuntarily, her heart sinking. She grabbed his chin harshly, forcing him to look at her. "This is your home, Izuku," she said, her voice firm, tinged with an edge of desperation. "I am your home. I am your girlfriend." She pressed her lips against his, hoping the kiss would provide him with the comfort and reassurance she so desperately wanted to give.

But when she pulled away, a tear slid down his cheek, and he repeated, "I wanna go home." The words pierced her, igniting a mix of anger and sadness. She clenched her fist, struggling to maintain her composure. Slowly, she released her grip, taking a deep breath.

"It's not your fault," she said softly, more to herself than to him. "There's still a part of you that needs to let go of your old life. But that's okay. We have time."

Kaina gently wiped away the tear from his face, her touch softening. She knew that breaking his connection to his previous life would be challenging, but she was committed to seeing it through. She believed in the future she envisioned for them, and she was determined to help Izuku see it too.

She climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser, pulling out a small vial of a calming sedative. "This will help you relax," she said, returning to his side and carefully administering the dose. "It will help you forget, just for a little while, so you can rest."

As the sedative took effect, Izuku's eyes grew heavier, and his struggles subsided. Kaina resumed her place beside him, holding him close once more. She whispered soothing words into his ear, promising him that everything would be alright, that they would find happiness together.

"Izuku…Izuku!"

The tranquility of the room was abruptly shattered when Kaina heard voices outside, calling Izuku's name. Her heart raced as she quickly shut off the lights and rushed to the window, carefully pulling back the curtain to peer outside. She saw a small group of people, including an adult, posting flyers on light poles and walls. They were searching for Izuku, even at this late hour.

Kaina cursed under her breath. The sight of them filled her with a mix of anger and dread. Their secluded haven was no longer safe. She knew their time here was limited, and she needed to act quickly.

Rushing over to Izuku, she planted a swift, urgent kiss on his lips. "I should have been more careful about you, Dekkun." She whispered, more to reassure herself than him. "It seems that I am not the only one begging for a wonderful pet like you." She then hurried out to the living room, her mind racing with plans to move them to a new, undisclosed location.

"I promise…I promise that he is my pet and no one else's." It was easier subduing the two wretched skanks, but with a group, it would have been a challenge.

Kaina's mind raced as she considered her options. She needed help, and she needed it fast. Despite their lack of direct involvement with each other, there was one person who might have the resources and willingness to assist her: Tomura Shigaraki. She took a deep breath and dialed his number.

After a few rings, Tomura answered, his voice impatient. "What do you want, Kaina?"

"I need a favor," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I need to leave without being spotted, and I need it arranged tonight."

Tomura's curiosity was piqued. "What's going on? Why the urgency?"

"It doesn't matter," she replied tersely. "I just need your help."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Tomura spoke again. "It can't be tonight. It will have to be sometime in the morning."

Kaina felt a surge of frustration but knew she had no other choice. "Fine," she said, her voice tight. "Morning, then." She hung up, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

She needed to prepare. Quickly and efficiently, she began gathering their things. The most important items were the tapes — the collections of her endeavors with her previous suitors. Volumes and volumes of her sexual rendezvous with her pets, her toys, boyfriends, girlfriends, just masturbatory tools to the villain. She couldn't afford to leave any evidence behind.

Kaina knew that the stakes were higher than ever. As she packed the tapes, she reached for her phone to activate her trump card. This was a risky move, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She dialed a private number, one she had kept in reserve for just such an emergency.

The phone rang once before a hesitant voice answered, "Hello?"

Kaina's voice was cold and authoritative as she spoke. "I am your benefactor. The one that is either going to make you or break you."

There was a pause, and the boy on the other end stammered, clearly caught off guard. "W-What do you want?"

"Is that how you're going to treat the gal who gave you the most precious 30 seconds of pleasure of your entire incelibate life?"

"..."

"Remember those emails?"

"..."

"W-well, start refreshing your memory. You need to find a way to keep them off my trail," she demanded. "If you don't, they'll find out you were responsible for Izuku's disappearance…and your role with Itsuka and Yui."

"B-but…"

"Better find a way or else all of this is your idea. We'll be in touch!"

The threat hung heavy in the air, and she didn't wait for a response before hanging up.

With the call made, Kaina returned to her packing, her mind racing with the logistics of their escape. She knew the boy she had contacted would be in a panic, scrambling to cover his tracks and mislead the search efforts. It was a calculated risk, leveraging his fear to buy them more time.

Back to Denki and Minoru….

Inside Minoru's dorm room, Denki took a moment to settle himself, placing a fresh towel on the bed before sitting down. He glanced around cautiously, mindful of where Minoru had been, his thoughts still reeling from the weight of their conversation.

"Minoru," Denki began, his voice low but determined, "Itsuka agreed to meet tonight, but she wants us in the common room at the 1-B dorms. It seems she's being cautious too."

Minoru nodded in understanding, his mind racing with the implications of their next steps. "Yeah, that makes sense. We need to be careful."

Denki leaned forward slightly, his voice low. "We have to make sure we approach this the right way. We can't afford any missteps."

"I know," Minoru replied, his voice determined despite his nerves. "I'll be careful. And Yui?"

"Let's not worry about Kodai," retorted Denki. "We've got Kendou, that is what matters most."

Denki excused himself to step outside and make a call to Kyouka. As soon as he stepped out, Minoru's phone suddenly rang, the screen flashing with an unknown number. He hesitated for a moment, then answered cautiously, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end was deep and cryptic. "I am your benefactor. The one that is either going to make you or break you."

To be continued….