Minoru kept an ear to the ground as he waited for Present Mic making his rounds. Denki was still on the phone with Kyouka for the time being. The envy of how this perverted bastard, who by the way was twice as perverted as he was, had a girlfriend. How in the hell did that happen was what the dwarf was thinking to himself as his mind was now gravitating on what kind of panties the rocker chick was sporting.

Minoru waited in tense silence, the minutes crawling by until Present Mic finally finished his rounds and the dorms settled into the quiet of curfew. Relief washed over him as he turned his head to alert the electric blond that the close was clear.

Denki got off the phone as he and Minoru beelined from the dorm to the elevator. Denki recalled Itsuka mentioning an uneven lock on one of the doors, one that could be jimmied open with just a bit of force.

"Kendou is certain that we won't be heard?" Minoru questioned Denki.

"She chose the venue…so it must be okay." Denki responded as he kept his hand to the back of his head. "Why did you ask?" His face then gave a teasing glare. "Hoping for some hanky panky?"

"No, you precious ass." The dwarf snarled, trying to hide any sign of obvious envy. "It's after curfew and the only things lurking after dark are vampires, villains, and ass." His arms folded. "And neither of the three are in our favor."

"Speak for yourself." Denki clicked his tongue. "Guess who got the green light." He winked at the dwarf.

"I hate you." He stuck out his lip.

"Getting in the game means staying off the bench," responded Denki as he chuckled. "But I digress." His tone turned serious. "Our intentions, mind you, is to get answers concerning her aberrant behavior as well as the photos you have in your possession."

"..." He couldn't rebut. If the boy only knew the tales that were told from his "benefactor" earlier in the night.

"I want to be subtle…gain her trust," said Denki.

"We don't really know her like that, Denki."

"She trusts us enough that she would invite us to her domicile…after curfew may I add."

"A bit fishy but anything is fishy to me if it's after dark."

A sweatdrop appeared on Denki's forehead. "Amazing that the library has a tapestry of genres but your mind stays in the gutter like dry vomit from a dog off the braided rug near the backdoor."

Minoru decided not to respond, especially since he had to keep going with the program. While on the surface he had to find a solution, the inner core was thinking on how to dismantle the operation without incident. He was already in troubled waters for inviting the stranger on the premises. What really worried him were the cameras that watched his every move. Part of him grew weary at the thought of Kayama-sensei or Aizawa-sensei scoping the cameras in search of the events that led to Izuku's disappearance. Either they were too focused on ground truth or he was just on borrowed time. He could already feel the cool cuffs adorning his wrists as he was being led to the authorities.

As they approached the 1-B dorms, Denki found the door Itsuka had described. He gave it a gentle push with his shoulder, and the lock gave way with a soft click. The door swung open, and they slipped inside, the familiar scent of the dormitory greeting them.

They made their way to the common room, where Itsuka was waiting, her face shadowed with worry. She looked up as they entered, her expression softening with relief.

"Kaminari, Mineta," Itsuka greeted, her voice low and tense. "Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for taking out the time," responded Denki, displaying his trademark smile. The electric blond motioned the dwarf to speak. "Oh!" Minoru responded, appearing startled. "Thank you for taking out the time despite being late."

The redhead clicked her tongue. "Can't go anywhere since I am on punishment. Everyone should be asleep and Present Mic has since made his rounds." She let out a heavy sigh. "No better time than the present, I guess." Her eyes darted at the blond. "You've said you got questions."

A sharp pang hit his chest, as if he was caught off guard by her questioning. "Well yes," responded Denki. "Wanna check on your wellbeing, particularly the other day. You didn't seem like yourself."

She clicked her tongue. "Deprivation can do that." She rolled her eyes. "Let's head to the basement. We can talk more privately there."

Denki felt a pang of puzzlement as he observed Itsuka more closely. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes wrinkled and disheveled. A faint, unpleasant odor hung in the air, as if she had skipped a day or two of showering. He chose to keep his observations to himself, not wanting to offend her or wanting to literally and figuratively arouse Minoru with any intrusive thoughts.

They descended the stairs, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls. The basement was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the tension that seemed to cling to them.

"Is Kodai going to join us?" Minoru asked softly.

"Let's not worry about her." Itsuka interjected. "What could be asked of her could be asked by me."

Like a stab to the chest, Minoru knew it was best not to speak further.

"Mineta wasn't trying to interrogate or anything nor we are judging," responded Denki. "We are worried about you. Heck, I think a lot of us are wondering what happened out there. Particularly out of your character."

She paused momentarily. Denki noticed some dry grass in her hair as if she was lying in the weeds. He could tell she was hinting a response but decided against it.

As they reached the foot of the stairs, Itsuka suddenly turned around.

Minoru and Denki's body stiffened when they saw what Itsuka pulled out of her waist.

It was a 9mm handgun. The cold metal glinted ominously in the dim light as she pointed it towards them.

"Kendou?" The blond asked, obviously showing fear on his face. "W-what in the hell is that?"

"Oh, this?" She brandished it, showing its shine and gleam into the light. "This here is my savior, a poor man's machete or what the gangsters would call, a 9mm!"

"A 9mm?" Minoru responded, hearing the rattling in his voice.

"Yeah…that's right," said Itsuka as she pointed at both of them.

"Is it real?" Minoru asked.

"Yeah…" Itsuka answered. "...and it can rearrange your mind beyond belief." Her voice tinged with a mix of desperation and menace.

Minoru immediately crouched behind Denki, his fear palpable. Denki, however, remained calm, recognizing the signs of Itsuka's troubled state. He had noticed her aberrant behavior ever since Izuku's candlelight vigil, and now it was clear that her stress had reached a breaking point.

Denki slowly raised his hands, palms open to show he was unarmed and had no intention of using his quirk.

Denki spoke in a calm, reassuring voice, "Kendou, please, calm down. After the candlelight vigil for Izuku, I noticed something was off with you and Kodai. I've been worried about you ever since."

Itsuka's eyes narrowed, suspicion evident in her tense posture. "Why should I trust you? Why should I trust anyone?"

Denki took a deep breath, his hands still raised. "If I didn't care, why would I come and see you? We're here because we want to help, not hurt you. Please, put the gun down so we can talk."

"Talk has no meaning, just using words," she said. "Actions speak louder than words and please believe this baby can speak for me. It doesn't mind suffering for me as well."

"This isn't the way, Kendou," said Denki, still feeling Minoru tugging at his waist. "I don't know what's going on or what has happened to you. Shooting me, him, or anyone else in that matter isn't going to solve the problem. You're a Pro Hero. Your duty is to serve and protect and to never do anyone harm."

He took slow, deliberate steps towards her, maintaining eye contact to show his sincerity. Itsuka hesitated, her grip on the gun loosening as she searched Denki's face for any sign of deceit. Seeing none, she finally let her arm drop, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.

Denki carefully took the gun from her hand, ensuring not to startle her. He slipped it into the back of his waist, securing it out of immediate reach. "Thank you," he said softly. "I can't sit and pretend I understand what is troubling you but it doesn't take a genius to know whatever it is, you have to involve a weapon."

"Why would you give a damn?"

"I'm here, aren't I? You cared enough to invite me here. You could have easily spoken to your classmates but instead here we are," responded Denki in a stern voice. "I don't even know how and why you brought a gun here on campus but I know it isn't just for show."

Minoru moved cautiously in front of Denki, feeling somewhat safer now that the immediate threat had been neutralized.

The redhead shut her eyes. She bit into her lips, wanting to mask the pain. She was having a hard time combating the tears. The electric blond reached over and embraced her.

He held her in a tight embrace. He could feel her body shake, the hot tears and hot breath hitting his chest. "I can't speak what is on your mind but go hide in the silence."

She wiped the tears with her sleeve, trying to understand the magnitude of his words.

Denki recalled the spare closet in the basement, a small, secluded space where some of the boys from classes 1-A and 1-B would occasionally gather to play gin rummy or exchange photos of race queens and some of their female classmates. "Let's go to the closet," he suggested, wanting a more private place to talk without the risk of being overheard.

"Sure. I have the spare key," she said.

"Lead the way."

Itsuka led the way as they headed to their destination. Denki retrieved the gun from his waist and dislodged the magazine. To his relief and yet horror, there weren't any bullets in the gun but it did contain quirk-nulling drugs.

"Shit! Kendou was ready to aim at will. I don't know what happened to her in the last week or so, but it was enough for her to get a gun like this." Quirk-nulling drugs wasn't anything you would find at a store but there were enough backchannels in the villain and vigilante sector to obtain them. Question was, how did she get it and why would she need it?

Meanwhile with Kaina and Izuku….

Kaina got careless. No other word to describe or express her actions in the last weeks. Love preserved over lust. She went from being a sexy man-killing slayer to becoming a housewife. Was that her MO as a villain?

She was here too long anyway. One should never get too comfortable as their surroundings become familiarized by others. The apartment wasn't in her name — owned by some bloke who died during the second or third generation of Quirks. Her driver license, hanko, and social security cards were all phonies. Any safehouses she kept were under assumed identities, hopping from one branch to the next like a monkey on a tree. Her government name, her hero moniker and her rap sheet were the only things that were true about her.

Kaina secured the tapes in a sturdy trunk, muttering under her breath about the curse of not having digitized them. In a twisted way, she was relieved. The incriminating, reprehensible acts she had recorded would remain her secret. No one should ever see the vile things she had done to those she referred to as her "pets."

She didn't like being exposed for this long. Although the cries of Izuku's name went silent into the night, it still didn't mean that they wouldn't come back again. Tomura's arrival couldn't be sooner. AFO was probably laughing his ass to know that his colleague managed to slip. A villain slips from time to time. Only difference is, this villain isn't going to be caught.

"And that's what happens when you allow love into your life." Izuku's capture should have been nothing more than what it was — a fuck and go, a hi and bye, a cum then dump. The illusion of a future together should have been improbable. Her past fuck buddies only sated the appetite that lingered in her loins. Whether deep their dick carved into her pussy or the tingling sensation of one's labia touching another, her intent was to be the master. She couldn't imagine remaining attracted to someone after a certain period of time. Once they exhausted their uses, then out the door they go.

One thing was for certain — just like that lingering feeling that permanently aches her groin, the impression would never leave them. They come back, they all do, begging and pleading for her to be their boyfriend or girlfriend. In the end, and as far as she was concerned, they were no different than objects.

Just thinking about the collection of tapes of her past endeavors was making her wet. Tomura couldn't get here any sooner. She couldn't wait to get Izuku's dick inside of her once again. Although unopposed to unconscious sex, it can get boring when the other party wasn't reacting in such a way. Plus, the amount of drugs one could add could be detrimental to one's libido. Yet again, it didn't stop her from touching his dick or sucking it like candy.

It was a little after three. Everything was packed and ready to go. Tomura wouldn't be here for another hour but she was really getting heated and needed to sate this appetite. Wanting something sturdy, she grabbed her vibrator from the suitcase and decided to have a little fun down memory lane. Grabbing a recent tape from an endeavor with Izuku, she went into the living room where she would let this green plastic rotor drive her into oblivion, just hoping and praying for the time where she would use his dick again.

She didn't even mind if he gave her a baby.

As she stepped away, unbeknownst to her, the sleeping beauty was lying awake the entire time.

Izuku felt disoriented, as if he had been submerged in a thick, oppressive fog. His mind struggled to piece together the fragments of his consciousness, each moment blurring into the next. The lingering effects of the drugs made him feel sluggish and heavy, like he was dipped in used cooking oil. He couldn't believe how intoxicated he had become, his body betraying him with its inability to respond.

As he lay in bed, he realized that his bindings were gone. Kaina had untied him, but he still couldn't move. Panic started to rise in his chest, but he fought to remain calm. Panicking wouldn't help; he needed to think clearly and focus on any small signs of progress.

He looked down at his body, willing himself to move. His gaze settled on his toe, a small but crucial focus point. If he could move his toe, he reasoned, it would be a sign that the effects of the drugs were starting to wear off and his other extremities might soon follow.

He concentrated intensely, pushing his mind to send signals to his foot. For a moment, nothing happened. But then, he felt the faintest twitch. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. Encouraged by this small victory, he continued to focus, channeling all his energy into moving his toe.

Slowly, agonizingly, his efforts began to pay off. He managed another small twitch, then another. It was progress, however slight, and it gave him hope. If he could regain control of his toe, perhaps he could eventually move his foot, then his leg, and eventually his entire body.

Izuku's determination grew stronger with each small success. He knew he had to be patient and persistent. He couldn't let despair take hold; he had to keep pushing, keep fighting. Every tiny movement was a step closer to freedom, a step closer to regaining control over his own body.

He felt a surge of triumph as he saw his toe move. It was a small victory, but it filled him with a newfound determination. He took deep breaths, mentally repeating his mantra, "I am getting out. I am getting out. I am leaving tonight. I am leaving tonight. I need to head back to my family."

He focused intently, channeling all his energy into coaxing his body back to life. The more he concentrated, the more responsive his limbs became. Slowly, his legs began to twitch, then move more freely. His arms followed suit, and he felt the sensation returning to his extremities.

All the while, Izuku kept a vigilant eye on the door, listening for any sign that Kaina might return. The thought of her catching him in this state was terrifying, but he couldn't let fear paralyze him. He had to stay calm and patient.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to move his leg, then his arm. He clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling the strength returning to his muscles. He could hardly contain his excitement and relief. "Success," he cried internally, his heart racing with the thrill of progress.

He knew he needed to act quickly but cautiously. He couldn't afford any mistakes. Slowly, he sat up, his body still feeling heavy and sluggish but functional. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, testing his weight on the floor. His legs wobbled, but they held.

His heart raced as he crept down the hallway, using the wall for support. He was terrified, aware that Kaina could be anywhere, watching, waiting. The darkness of the house only heightened his fear, but he pushed forward, determined to escape. The cold air prickled his skin, a stark reminder that he was only in his boxer shorts, but he couldn't let that deter him.

As he neared the living room, he saw a bluish hue spilling out, illuminating the hallway faintly. The soft glow indicated that Kaina was likely watching television. He moved more cautiously, his breaths shallow, his mind racing with possible escape routes.

Peering around the corner, he saw Kaina seated on the couch, her attention seemingly focused on the screen. Her posture was relaxed, unaware of his presence.

"Aah…what a manly taste."

"..."

"You bad boy, you can't just cum in your mistress's mouth like that."

"I-I-I'm sorry!"

"Looks like I have to punish you."

"Uwa!"

"Start licking my pussy!"

"Mistress, I can't breathe."

"Don't stop licking my pussy. Your dick is hard. Is my pussy turning you on?"

"Mistress!"

"Let me tease your perverted cock. It likes when I play with it."

He covered his mouth, horrified by the sight of Kaina watching a tape of one of her twisted interactions with her "pets."

"Hey, sweetness. Don't you run away. Get a deep breath of my feminine stench."

"Unh! Unh!"

"Your dick is twitching. I wonder how long you'll last."

"Mistress. I…"

"C'mon, baby. Cum! Let me hear your cries."

"Mmm…."

"For your second load, it's pretty thick. Young boys are the best."

The urge to vomit rose within him, but he forced it down. He couldn't afford to stop now; he had to keep moving. Every second counted.

He dropped to his knees, moving with painstaking slowness to avoid making any noise. His breath was shallow and quiet as he crawled past the couch, where Kaina was engrossed in the video. Each moment felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the tension in the air, the danger of being caught so close to freedom.

Finally, after what felt like an excruciatingly long time, Izuku managed to pass the living room and slip into the hallway. The moment he was out of Kaina's sight, he felt a surge of relief but knew he couldn't let his guard down yet. He couldn't afford any mistakes.

He forced himself to stand, his legs still weak but more responsive. He moved as quickly and silently as possible, heading for the kitchen window he had identified earlier. The cold air from the open window spurred him on, a reminder of the freedom just within his reach.

Reaching the window, he carefully eased it open further. He climbed through, the cold night air hitting him like a splash of water, invigorating him. Once outside, he dropped to the ground, landing softly on the grass.

Izuku didn't stop to catch his breath. He couldn't risk it. He scrambled to his feet and started running, the rough ground scraping against his bare feet. He pushed through the pain, his determination driving him forward.

He headed in the direction he hoped would lead to a road, guided by his faint memories of the area. Every rustle in the bushes, every shadow seemed like a potential threat, but he kept moving, his mantra repeating in his mind: "I am getting out. I am leaving tonight. I need to head back to my family."

After what felt like an eternity, he saw the faint glimmer of headlights in the distance. His heart leaped with hope. He stumbled towards the light, his body aching but his spirit unyielding.

The emerald-haired teen darted into the street, frantically waving his arms to flag down the approaching car. The vehicle swerved, the driver hitting the brakes hard, coming to a screeching halt just inches from him. A woman quickly rolled down the window, her face a mix of shock and concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked urgently.

"No," Izuku managed to reply, his voice trembling. "I was kidnapped. I need help. Please."

Without hesitation, the woman opened the door. A gentleman in the driver's seat stepped out and helped the woman get Izuku into the car. The woman moved into the backseat, frantically shuffling things around to make room for him. Finally, inside the car, Izuku felt a fleeting sense of safety, but his mind and body were in turmoil.

"Please," he begged, his voice growing frantic and incoherent. "Take me to the hospital. Call the police."

The couple exchanged worried glances. The woman placed a reassuring hand on Izuku's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, we'll take care of you. We're calling the police right now," she said gently.

The man quickly dialed 911, explaining the situation to the dispatcher while driving toward the nearest hospital. "We found a young man who says he was kidnapped. We're on our way to the hospital. Please send help."

As the car sped through the dark streets, Izuku's breathing was rapid, his thoughts a chaotic swirl of fear and relief. He tried to focus, to hold on to the reality that he was finally getting help. The woman in the backseat continued to speak soothingly, assuring him that everything would be okay.

Meanwhile….

The Eraser Hero didn't want to look at the clock, knowing it was the twilight hours. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on him. Nemuri was sleeping on a makeshift cot nearby, taking what little rest she could, while Aizawa continued reviewing the camera footage showing Izuku before his disappearance. Caffeine pills had become his makeshift supper, and Nezu's stern reminder echoed in his mind: no rest until they had a clue of Izuku's whereabouts.

A soft knock at the door broke his concentration. Aizawa turned to see Emi, standing there with a tote bag of his clothes and toiletries. He offered a tired but grateful smile as she placed the bag on the nearby desk.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Emi approached him, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace. "Shouta, you need to take a break. Come outside with me for a bit," she urged softly. "Plus, I don't like the idea of Nemuri being in the same room for...obvious reasons." Her concern was evident, both for his well-being and the potential complications with Nemuri.

Aizawa hesitated, his mind torn between the urgency of finding Izuku and the undeniable need for a moment of respite. He knew that pushing himself to the brink would do no good if he couldn't think clearly. He sighed, feeling the exhaustion seep into his bones.

"Just a few minutes," he finally conceded, standing up from his chair. "I need to clear my head."

Emi nodded, relief washing over her face. She led him outside into the cool night air, the change in environment offering a brief but welcome reprieve. They walked in silence for a few moments, the quiet night contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside the school.

Eri looked at her boyfriend with concern. "Did Nezu tear you a new one?" she asked, her voice light but worried.

Aizawa, trying to lighten the mood despite his exhaustion, replied, "I have a newfound respect for women when Aunt Flo pays them a visit."

She chuckled and handed him his nicotine gum. "Izuku will be found. As long as there aren't reports of a body being found that resembles him, then it wouldn't be a problem."

Aizawa shook his head, his expression serious. "It's not just about that. Izuku was taken under our watch. Even if he isn't killed, he could be assaulted, violated physically and mentally. We can't let that happen."

The comedic Pro Heroine reached into her pocket and reached for her pack of Mevius. Although inappropriate as the Eraser Hero has been trying to quit, she needed to relieve her stress. Izuku's disappearance has been taking a toll with the Aizawa household as well. Aizawa hasn't been home much and it was worrying Little Miss Eri. Thankfully, the little unicorn was still naive to be concocted a lie that "Daddy is doing a secret mission to save the world." It gave a gleam of hope that with Daddy saving the world, then she will wait with "zen-like patience."

"I've checked the footage over and over again. Izuku leaves the dorm and heads out. Nothing else," said Shouta as he put the nicotine gum in his mouth. "There isn't anything that shows him leaving campus. As if he just vanished into thin air."

Eri inhaled the carcinogen into her lungs. "Maybe you're overthinking things. You have to understand that your students are blessed with gifts. Even with the gift of flight."

"There are cameras everywhere. You couldn't even dig into your nose discreetly without being caught on film," responded Aizawa. "Something isn't adding up."

"You're looking at the camera but are you observing?"

"Yes!" He harked. "Every calculated move up to the point he leaves. By now, I think I can count his freckles."

"You aren't answering my question. You see, but have you observed?"

"What?"

Eri's resolve hardened. "Then it's my duty to help you."

Aizawa looked at her, puzzled. "What could you do?"

Eri met his gaze steadily. "I want to look at the security footage myself."

"Eri, this isn't a time for games."

She placed her hands on her hips. "Do you see me laughing? Contrary to my moniker, it's a duty to help those in need, especially since they haven't been home."

Aizawa hesitated, then nodded, chewing his gum as they headed back into his office.

Inside, Nemuri was still asleep on the cot. Aizawa booted up the computer, pulling up the footage once more. Eri sat beside him, her eyes focused as she began to review the clips from the beginning.

Back to Kaina….

Drips of perspiration covered her body after she relieved herself from the one-woman act. As the sweat began independently crawling across her skin, she had the uncomfortable sensation of being covered in ants.

The vibrator dropped to the ground. The sound of the rotor continued vibrating as she was well spent on the act that felt like hours.

Her swollen, sticky fingers were being wiped by her shirt. She was soaked to the bone. A shower and a change of clothes was needed. At some point, Tomura would be calling her to make their departure. She knew she had a little time to shower before heading out to their safe house.

Speaking of which, she needed to think about what Izuku should wear. Although it was dark, she wasn't going to take those chances. Standing up and heading to the bathroom, she heard a knock at the door.

Growing suspicious, she reached into the closet and retrieved her rifle. Keeping it at her side, she headed to the front door. Looking into the peephole, she saw that it was Dabi and Toga.

She cursed under her breath, placing the rifle to the side as she unlocked the door.

Toga, with her mischievous grin, and Dabi, leaning casually against the door frame, greeted her with a mix of familiarity and underlying tension. Kaina's mind raced; she had been anticipating Tomura's arrival, not his associates'.

"Where's Tomura?" Kaina asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Dabi smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. "He's tied up with some business. He sent us ahead to handle a few things."

Toga chimed in eagerly, "Don't worry, we're just here to talk. No need for any quirk business, right?" Her innocent tone sharply contrasted with the danger that always seemed to follow her.

Kaina hesitated, her hand instinctively inching towards her pocket where her quirk was stored. She trusted Tomura, but dealing directly with his unpredictable comrades was another matter entirely. Yet, something in their demeanor suggested they weren't here for trouble—at least not yet.

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Toga, ever the unpredictable one, peeked around Dabi with a mischievous grin. "We've got something for you," she chirped, her eyes dancing with excitement. Before Kaina could react, Toga darted out of sight, only to reappear a moment later dragging someone by the arm.

Kaina's breath caught in her throat as she realized who it was: Izuku Midoriya, looking both bewildered and sheepish. He stumbled slightly as Toga pushed him forward inside.

"Surprise!" Toga exclaimed gleefully, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Kaina stood there, staring at Izuku who was bound tightly with zip ties, a bandana muffling his protests. Disbelief washed over her. How had he managed to slip away while she was distracted? Toga's words cut through her thoughts, explaining casually that Izuku had attempted to escape while she wasn't looking.

Dabi, leaning against the doorway with his usual nonchalance, chimed in with a smirk. "Lucky for us, we intercepted him before he could make a run for it and spill everything to the authorities."

Kaina's initial shock gave way to a mix of concern and frustration. She approached Izuku cautiously, her expression softening as she gently stroked his cheek, silently reassuring him.

"I'll make sure that I'll make you regret leaving me, my pet."

Then, without another word, she took hold of him and led him into the next room, closing the door firmly behind them.

To be continued….