Denki, familiar with the hiding spots where the boys stashed their snacks, quickly found a loose floorboard. He pried it open and pulled out a stash of snack cakes and a tin can of tea leaves. Remembering the groundskeeper's electric tea kettle stored in a box under his work desk, Denki decided to make some tea to help calm everyone's nerves.

"I'm going to make some tea," Denki said, placing the snacks on the table. "Do either of you want a cup?"

Minoru nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I'd like some."

Itsuka, however, remained quiet, her knees pressed to her chest as she sat across from them at the table. She seemed lost in her thoughts, the weight of the situation bearing heavily on her.

The electric blond glanced at her with concern but didn't press further. "Alright, I'll be right back."

He left the closet, moving quickly and quietly to the groundskeeper's desk. He found the kettle and filled it with water from a nearby sink. As he waited for the water to boil, he thought about their situation, the pressure mounting with each passing moment. He had to keep everyone focused and calm if they were going to find Izuku.

Returning to the closet with the kettle, Denki poured hot water into the tin can, letting the tea steep. He handed a cup to Minoru, who accepted it with a shaky smile.

"Thanks, man," Minoru said, taking a sip and feeling a small measure of comfort from the warm drink.

Denki then poured a second cup and gently offered it to Itsuka. She looked up at him, her eyes tired and red-rimmed. "Here, Kendou. It might help," Denki said softly.

She hesitated for a moment before accepting the cup, murmuring a quiet "thank you."

Denki held his cup with both hands, savoring the warmth and the soothing fragrance of the tea. He glanced at the redhead tomboy, who was now sipping her tea slowly, her expression still tense but more composed. He knew the real reason he wanted to speak with her, and it wasn't going to be an easy conversation. The topic of the purple-haired lady was sensitive, and he needed to approach it delicately.

"I really hate to put her on the spot. Being raped is a sensitive subject and the last thing you want to do is make her feel in any way possible that this was her fault." What concerned the electric blond was did she report the incident. Was there anyone outside of Yui and the purple-haired woman who knew of this? Her aberrant behavior was rightfully so as being assaulted would make anyone react in an unusual way. What was surprising was that no one really caught on to the display that she and Kodai caused. Was Izuku's disappearance so huge that it made everyone have tunnel vision?

As he thought of a way to break the ice, an idea struck him. Maybe a word game could ease them into the conversation without making Itsuka feel cornered. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual.

"Hey, Kendou," Denki began, "I was thinking...do you remember those word association games we used to play when we were kids? You know, where one person says a word and the other says the first thing that comes to mind?"

Itsuka looked up, a small, curious expression forming on her lips. "Yeah, I remember those. Why?"

Denki shrugged, giving her a friendly look. "I thought it might help us relax a bit and maybe jog our memories. Sometimes random associations can bring up important details we might have overlooked."

Minoru, catching on to Denki's plan, nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. It could help us remember something useful."

Itsuka seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. "Alright, let's give it a try."

Denki smiled, relieved that she was willing to play along. He took a deep breath and started the game. "Okay, I'll say a word, and you say the first thing that comes to mind. Ready?"

Itsuka nodded again. "Ready."

"Hero," Denki began.

"Villain," Itsuka replied almost instantly.

"Green," Minoru added, trying to keep the game going.

"Deku," Itsuka said, a touch of sadness in her voice.

"Disappearance," Denki said, steering the game closer to their topic.

"Izuku," Itsuka replied, her expression tightening.

Denki paused for a moment, choosing his next word carefully. "Purple."

When Itsuka heard the word "purple," her hands began trembling. She squeezed the cup so tightly that cracks started to appear. Her breathing became uneven, and it was clear she was struggling to maintain her composure.

"Why would you say that?" She was visibly angry. Those words felt like a knife lunged into a chopping board.

"I'm sorry." Denki said gently, trying to soothe her. "Just relax. We don't have to talk about it if you're not ready. Let's continue with the word game, okay? Let's find another word."

Itsuka's eyes were filled with pain and frustration. "Why should I keep playing this game? What do you even know about support? How could you understand?" she snapped, her voice rising.

"What are you talking about?" He feigned ignorance.

"Do you think that this is my fault?" She retorted.

Minoru attempted to intervene. "Say, let's try—"

It was met with a cup being tossed at the dwarf. With quick reflexes, he ducked, narrowly missing the flying cup by inches. The cup shattered against the wall.

"Who in the fuck do you think you are coming in here trying to make me feel like I'm shit," asked the angry redhead. Her hands were tightly fisted. Her face was redder than a beet. By her stance, she appeared to be on the defense, ready to move when provoked. "Never in your life ever use that word again, you otaku pervert. Do you understand me?!"

Denki knew he was treading on thin ice. He recalled the moment she had pulled a gun on them, a clear indication of how deeply her trauma was affecting her. The word "purple" had triggered her, bringing back memories of the assault and her growing paranoia.

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Kendou, I might not fully understand everything you're going through, but I want to help. We're all in this together, and I care about you. If talking about it is too hard, we can stop."

Itsuka's breathing was ragged, and she seemed on the verge of breaking down.

"Okay, umm…let's see…," Denki said gently, trying to steer the conversation back to a safer place. "Let's keep it simple. How about we switch to something more neutral? We'll just name things around us. Like, 'table' or 'chair.' How does that sound?"

Itsuka nodded, her grip on her fist loosening slightly. She took a shaky breath and tried to calm herself.

"Table," Denki said, starting off.

"Chair," Itsuka replied, her voice still shaky but steadier than before.

"Window," Minoru added, trying to keep the game going smoothly.

"Light," Itsuka responded, her breathing beginning to normalize.

"Spoon."

"Fork."

"Plug."

"Socket."

As they continued their game, the electric blond was slowly calculating his next move. Time was of the essence and every precious second shouldn't be taken for granted with the missing Izuku. There was a pain in his chest as he watched her play. She looked victimized — as if she was in the interrogation room where a detective hired a psychologist to interview her as a way to get something out of her. In the end, this situation was similar to that.

He could see the worrisome look on the dwarf's face. Worrisome was taken lightly as he, too, knew he was on thin ice. To be responsible for not only Izuku's disappearance, but playing an indirect role in the girls' assault was a cross he had to bear. In Denki's heart and maybe Minoru's heart, no one was getting out of this unscathed. If anything, he knew that they are both on borrowed time. Be that as it may, a promise was a promise and just like an Arc, a Kaminari also never backs out on his word.

"Wind."

"Air," responded Itsuka.

It was then when Denki decided to give it one more gentle push. "Lavender."

Itsuka's reaction was immediate and explosive. She slammed her fist onto the table and cursed at them, her face contorted with anger and pain.

"I'm sorry," Denki said quickly, his voice filled with genuine regret. He knew the word game wasn't working, and it was time for a more direct approach. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he had to say next.

"I need to be honest with you," Denki began, his tone serious but gentle. "I knew something was wrong with you and Kodai after the vigil. You both haven't been your usual selves. I've read enough books and seen enough movies to recognize when someone is showing signs of being…assaulted."

Itsuka's emerald eyes widened, and she looked away, her body tense with a mixture of shame and fear. Minoru shifted uncomfortably, fearing what Denki may say would compromise what they already arranged to keep private.

Itsuka's voice was urgent and shaky. "How did you know?"

The electric blond, bound by the promise he had made to Minoru, forced himself to lie. "It was your body language, the mood swings, and the biggest sign was you being distant — the both of you. Those were all clear indicators that something was very wrong."

She looked skyward, her eyes welling up with tears as she tried her hardest not to cry. But the emotional strain was too much, and she finally dropped her head, her sobs breaking free.

Minoru, feeling a surge of guilt and sympathy, took a step towards her, but Denki quickly intervened. "Give her some space, man. Let her process this."

The dwarf nodded, stepping back reluctantly.

After a moment or two, Denki knelt beside Itsuka, his voice gentle and comforting. "It's okay to cry, Kendou. You've been through a lot, and you don't have to carry this burden alone anymore."

Itsuka continued to sob, the weight of her trauma and fear finally finding an outlet. Denki stayed close, offering silent support, knowing that sometimes, just being there was enough.

About twenty minutes later….

Minoru picked up the pieces of the shattered cup and placed it in a plastic bag. He was also instructed to grab the bucket and fill it with water to clean the mess in case the groundskeeper warranted suspicions of a sticky floor.

Denki sat beside Itsuka, still giving her a moment to recompose herself. A fresh cup of tea and a snack cake covered the table for the three of them. The redhead took a bite, not because she was really hungry, but wanted something to fill the void of what recently happened to her.

"Thanks," she said as she took a cup of her tea to sip. "Seriously, everything. Just thanks."

He lightly touched his cheek. "This doesn't have to do with anything like being chivalrous." He took a cup of tea for himself. "I know we don't travel in…similar circles but we're schoolmates and fellow Pro Heroes."

She nodded as she took another bite of her snack cake. "It isn't about the…assault that gets to me, it's about why it has to be me."

"No one wakes up one day and says, hey, let's get r…assaulted," responded Denki. "No matter how things look right now, you will get through this." He sighed as he pondered on the next set of words. "This isn't your fault. None of which is your fault."

She pursed her lips. "It certainly feels like it. Kodai and I haven't really spoken about the incident." Her eyes then stared into the cup. "We really haven't spoken much at all."

"So the vigil?"

"We watched our classmates mourn about Izuku and not once did anyone really notice us," she responded. "As if an invisible curtain shrouded us and we didn't exist. It angered me. It angered her." She dropped her head, showing repentance. "It wasn't directly at Izuku."

"You've said something very profound that I need to know," responded Denki. "If you feel I am permitted to know." He took a heavy breath once more. "What happened that night — the night of Izuku's disappearance?"

Her voice was steady as she began to recount the night of the assault. "It started like any other evening. We had Kayama-sensei's exam coming up and as usual, I was studying at the last minute. As much as I love Kodai, she wouldn't keep my attention while studying and the others weren't bothered as they had their own plans."

"How did Izuku get this?"

"We crossed paths at the commons. I was sitting at the bench." She touched her chest. "I knew he was doing good with the class and decided to enlist him as a study buddy."

"Where were you guys planning to meet?"

"At the common area in his dorm."

"Was there a certain time frame?"

"Within an hour or so."

"Did he look like he was in a good mood? Solemn mood?"

"Deku looked like a Deku," responded Itsuka. "His usual, dorky, handsome self." She paused for a spell. "The only reason why we crossed paths was because he lost his ID."

The electric blond remembered that evening — they were all going to the drink bar after Aoyama told them about some gaijin friends he met while studying abroad. "I remember that evening. Midoriya forgot his ID."

Itsuka took another sip of her tea, nodding to himself. "Kodai and I were getting ready to leave the dorms to stay. In sheer honesty, she was planning to stay long. She admitted to me that she and Iida were…were…"

"Relax, say less." It wasn't really a secret what the tomboy was implying. It was the rumor mill after all that circulated the ship between the glasses-wearing engine teen and the silent beauty. As they played gin rummy, they were placing bets on whether or not Iida would even make it to second base. At least it was confirmed to be true about the two and the dismay that he would be losing twenty bucks.

"As we were leaving the dorms," Itsuka continued, her voice trembling slightly, "we were met by the purple-haired lady. She appeared out of nowhere, like she had been waiting for us."

"What did she say?" Denki asked, trying to keep the conversation as calm and supportive as possible.

Itsuka's voice grew quieter, but the intensity of her words resonated in the small room. "The purple-haired woman called herself 'our greatest nightmare' if we chose to associate with Izuku any longer. She said Izuku was a 'personal friend' of hers and that she would dislike it if we decided to spend any more time with him."

"In her own words," Itsuka continued, her face contorted with anger and fear, "'If you two wanted to enter a hero agency unscathed and not maimed, then stay away from Izuku.'"

Denki's voice was gentle but insistent. "What happened next?"

Itsuka's eyes clouded with pain and anger as she recounted the events. "I got angry at her. I threatened to call security if she didn't leave the premises. I thought it would scare her off, but I was wrong."

She paused, her hands trembling slightly. "The purple-haired woman didn't take kindly to my threats. She... she reacted with such malice. I don't want to get into the details, but the assault happened then. And now, Yui and I are paying for it."

Denki raised the cup and saw that it was empty. He stood up and excused himself as he freshened his drink. Itsuka took another bite into the snack cake. "And just like that…what I have saved for my true love has been snatched and taken away from that bitch."

It was a line he wouldn't dare cross. A man's virginity was different from a woman's maidenhood.

He set the cup down on the table. He took a seat and stared at the wall. "Kendou, I can't pretend to know what you have gone through. What you and Kodai have endured." He bowed apologetically. "I'm terribly sorry."

A tap to the door exposed Minoru as he came back with the brush, pail, and cleaning solutions.

"Took you long enough, man," responded Denki. "Thought you took a detour to Albuquerque."

"A man's gotta relieve the snake sometime," answered Minoru as he went to the spilled spot.

"I won't elaborate further," responded Denki, wanting to get back to the matter at hand. He turned to Itsuka. "I know you won't specify…the details, but how did you get out of it?"

Itsuka took a deep breath, her voice tinged with a mixture of fear and determination. "When we came to, we were back in our own beds, just lying there in a daze. We felt disoriented, like we were drugged or something."

"Did you two…seek help?"

"Kodai begged not to, fearing repercussions."

"You two were assaulted, Kendou."

"Kodai's family is Catholic. Having your virginity taken, let alone by a woman, makes it far worse."

"None of this was your fault. She shouldn't be condemned for what she couldn't control."

"When you love someone, your word is your bond," responded Itsuka in a serious voice.

"You promised, Denki. You said you'd stand by me, with your life."

Denki clenched his jaw, recalling the promise he had kept to Minoru. "Have you told anyone else?"

"I haven't. The fact you two know is a violation of trust I have with Kodai. She'll be crushed."

"She doesn't have to know. How is she by the way?"

"Muted, just radio silence," answered Itsuka. "It was best that we separate for a while until we have our formal hearing with Nezu."

"It won't stick. If anything, suspension and possibly forbidden to participate in any events for the semester," responded Denki. "But, knowing Nezu that wouldn't be good enough. He wants to know why you two did this. It wouldn't surprise me if Aizawa-sensei and Kayama-sensei will probably do an investigation, considering that it has been a week."

"You're sounding like a detective, Kaminari." Minoru commented.

"No, a realest!" The electric blond retorted. "Now we know that Midoriya's disappearance and Kendou and Kodai's assaults are related, the concern is, would they connect the dots?"

Itsuka stared blankly at Denki as she took another sip of tea. "It has been over a week. We now have our classmates conducting a search party. That won't be enough. At some point, the faculty is going to conduct an investigation. C'mon, you two, I think we have seen enough shows to know the first thing they are going to do is interview those closest to him and then his classmates."

"As you said, Kaminari, would they connect the dots," retorted Minoru, fidgeting where he stood. "They would probably treat these two incidents as being isolated."

"Yeah…for now," said Denki. "Look where we live — UA High School. This building is guarded like Fort Knox. Whatever God isn't looking at, the all-seeing eye in the sky does."

"The cameras!" Itsuka shouted.

"The cameras?!" Minoru retorted.

"The cameras." Denki confirmed. "Knowing them, they are probably looking at them as we speak."

"But it wouldn't make any sense," said Minoru, feeling a pang in his chest. "If someone goes missing, then the cameras would have been their first choice."

"Not necessarily." Itsuka interjected.

"I would have to agree with Kendou," said Denki. "It isn't uncommon for any of us to walk off campus without permission. We're kids. Curfew violations are the norm for us. You have to remember that Midoriya gets in more trouble than any of us combined. Remember the ID? Maybe that one more violation would have made Izuku flee and they wouldn't think nothing of it. Plus, he doesn't live too far from the school."

"We did have the weekend," said Itsuka. "That gives us at least…."

"Three days," responded Denki. "And depending on what kind of software with security, it is probably time consuming, going through every grain by the second."

"Would…would that mean that the footage of…Kendou and Kodai…." Minoru muttered, hearing the nervousness in his voice.

"Perhaps," said Denki. "However, I doubt it too."

"Why would you, Kaminari?" Itsuka asked.

"Let's be honest, if they saw any of us in the footage…including that purple-haired lady, they would have been at our doorstep," said Denki.

"So, what are you thinking?" Minoru asked.

"Either Nezu and the others are playing games with us or there is nothing to show," responded Denki. "This lady came in without restriction and did what she did without any consequences. In other words, I believed something happened to the cameras."

"You think she had something to do with it?" asked Minoru.

Denki stared blankly at Minoru, which caused the teen to be taken aback.

"I don't know, but we can't sit here and play the guessing game," responded Denki.

"No…we can't," responded Itsuka as she stood up. "I'll never forget her face as long as I'm alive. That sinister smile, that fucked parlor games she played with Kodai and I." She cursed under her breath. "When I find this bitch."

"Nuh-uh, when we find her," interjected Denki as he reached out and pulled out his cell phone.

"Hey, Hitoshi. It's Denki. I need a favor."

"No, not that kind of favor plus I'm with Jirou now."

"You're still friends with that sketch artist?"

"Yeah, the one from Kosei."

"Do you think you're available in the next hour or so?"

"No! Not a rendezvous…anymore. I have some friends."

"Of course, I'll pay you up front."

"We can be on our way, cool, thanks. Bye!"

"Alright, we have something," responded Denki in a more enthused mood. "Kendou, do you have access to the hero agency?"

"Uwabami? Yeah, why?"

"Shinsou knows a painter who is very gifted with sketches," said Denki. "If we can get a composite sketch of this woman and bring it to Uwabami that can be our lead to finding this woman."

"Why involve others?" Minoru asked.

Denki gave his dwarf another blank stare before telling Itsuka to excuse themselves as they stepped outside. As soon as they stepped outside, Minoru slammed his hands against the wall.

"What in the hell is the matter with you," he whispered sharply. "Are you basically giving me away to the calvary?"

"No," retorted Denki as he narrowed his eyes. "I'm here fixing the mess that you caused."

"By involving Shinsou and someone else into this?"

"Do you have any other suggestions?"

"Why not just look for the woman ourselves?"

"And with what resources, Minoru?" The electric blond placed his hands on his hips. "Until this evening, we had nothing until you revealed your role in this bullshit. The only thing we have is that it's the purple-haired lady."

"..."

"I told you that I was going to help. Anything to prevent Nezu and the others from finding out," said Denki in a softer tone. "Shinsou and this painter won't know anything. It could be just commission for fanart for all they care."

"Then why involve Kendou's mentor?"

"That's the risk we have to take. This woman could be a villain and knowing what we have could help us."

"In what proportion?"

"Jesus, Minoru. I can't figure anything out. Do you want to avoid persecution?"

"..."

"Do you want to be expelled?"

"No, I don't want to be kicked out."

"Then, do what I say. Because if you want to see another semester, then show me some damn grace, please."

Minoru threw his hands in the air. What kind of mess did he put himself into — playing both sides!

"Okay…" Minoru responded, solemnly.

"Thank you," said Denki.

A moment later, the redhead tomboy stepped outside. "Is everything okay out here?"

Denki and Minoru turned around, feigning ignorance as they smiled. "Yeah, we're fine. Just debating who was going to pay the bus fare to go and see Shinsou."

"Doesn't Shinsou live on campus?" Itsuka asked.

"On paper she does," responded Denki.

"I can scrounge some cash to go for us," responded Itsuka.

"That would actually be great, considering Minoru is paying the finder's fee."

"Pay for wh–" Minoru was met with a slap to the back, which made him lose his voice.

"Present Mic is going to make his second rounds soon," said Denki. "The tunnels near the library in twenty minutes. We have to head back and get Minoru's money."

"Got it," said Itsuka. "And Denki?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Denki smiled and nodded his head as he nudged Minoru to take their leave. As they departed, Itsuka leaned against the wall. She grabbed hold of her chest. As much as she wanted to say that a heavy burden was lifted, it would be a lie. This wasn't a ripping off the bandaid. She gripped her fist tightly. If anything was accomplished tonight, she did have the allies to aid her on her plans for revenge.

Meanwhile….

Kaina rummaged through the drawer, her movements frantic and her mind racing with fury. The realization that Izuku had escaped was like a dagger to her heart. Anger was an understatement; his betrayal was unforgivable. She knew he had to be punished, but there was no time for that now. They had to move quickly to avoid being caught.

She pulled out a long, full red skirt and tossed it onto the bed. Her plan was clear in her mind: disguise Izuku to make him unrecognizable. She added a blonde wig to the pile, the transformation intended to buy them enough time to evade capture.

Her hands shook with a mix of rage and desperation as she prepared the outfit. The thought of Izuku running from her, trying to return to his old life, fueled her determination. She couldn't let that happen. Not now, not ever.

Kaina stormed into the bedroom where she had last seen him. Her eyes scanned the room, a cold fury in her gaze. She snatched the clothes from the bed and threw them at him, her voice icy and controlled despite the rage simmering beneath the surface.

"Put these on," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We need to leave now."

Izuku's resolve stiffened as he saw the clothes Kaina threw at him. "No," he said firmly, his voice trembling but resolute.

Kaina's eyes flashed with anger. She stomped toward him, her glare threatening. "You will wear it," she shouted, her voice echoing through the room.

"No," Izuku repeated, his voice a little stronger this time.

Kaina's face twisted in disgust. Did he really think he could resist her? She grabbed the clothes and pressed them against his body with force. "Put on these damn clothes now!" she screamed, her voice loud enough to alert the neighbors.

Izuku recoiled, but Kaina was relentless. She grabbed him by the arm, her grip bruising, and dragged him towards the bathroom. "You don't get to say no," she hissed, shoving him inside and slamming the door behind them.

In the confined space of the bathroom, Kaina's presence was even more overwhelming. She threw the clothes at him again. "Change!" she demanded, her voice a mix of fury and desperation.

Kaina, for the first time, felt like a nervous wreck. Her brain seemed to be going in eight million directions at once. This wasn't her modus operandi. She was slipping, and her control was unraveling. Here she was, being resisted by her pet who was supposed to be her boyfriend. Her eyes never left him as he changed, each movement testing her patience further.

"Faster," she snapped, her voice sharp with agitation. "Hurry up, or I'll put it on for you."

Izuku's hands trembled more intensely as he fumbled with the clothes, feeling the weight of her gaze like a physical pressure. He tried to move quicker, the threat in her voice spurring him on. The red skirt felt alien against his skin, the humiliation mixing with his fear.

Kaina's eyes bore into him, her agitation growing with each passing second. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to be in control, and he was supposed to obey. Her frustration mounted as she watched him struggle.

After a few minutes, he put on what he was instructed to wear. He stood there, numb with fear and shame. He didn't dare meet her eyes, knowing the storm of emotions swirling within her.

"See? Was it so hard to follow simple directions?" Kaina responded as she took a gander at him. "All you had to do was listen and obey."

Izuku declined to respond. He stared at the tile that displayed his reflection. Was this it? Was this his future? What in his past life did he do to deserve this?

For a moment, the teen thought he was really free.

…!

He then felt a grip of hands touching his hips, a gesture that surprised him after her earlier outburst.. He remained motionless as he felt her body pressing against his back. The hairs tickling his neck, her breasts against his back, and the bittersweet scent of perfume, sweat, and her very own juices.

Her voice, though softer now, still carried an unsettling undertone as she commented on his appearance.

"You look better dressed like that," she said quietly, her words almost gentle compared to her previous demeanor. "At least girls know how to obey their mistresses."

The sudden shift in Kaina's mood unsettled Izuku. He had seen her emotions flip from anger to what seemed like a brief moment of tenderness. It worried him deeply. People who could change emotions so drastically often appeared unstable, unpredictable, and potentially dangerous.

She inhaled his scent, then allowed the heat of her breath hit his neck. She gripped his hips tighter. She rubbed her nose against the nape, trailing it from top to bottom. Each time she went up and down, it went with a peck.

"Disobedient! Disgracing," she said as she continued to kiss him. "Running away from me like that." She then slowly trailed where his crotch resided, cupping it. "You'd better be lucky that you mean something to me. Otherwise, it would have been a discussion between you and the funeral director."

Kaina began taking her clothes off. She took off her blouse first, followed by her shorts. She was now in her bra and panties. She still kept one hand on Izuku, making sure that he wasn't going to leave her sight.

She then cupped Izuku's ass, rubbing it sensually. Izuku yelped but was met with a hand in his mouth to keep him quiet. "Suck," she commanded.

Izuku did as he was told, sucking on her fingers. The taste of salt hit his taste, tasting the remnants of whatever she touched before this moment. Kaina continued rubbing his ass, squeezing it and then slapping it. "This is getting sexy. We should have done cross-play a long time ago. Being a man wasn't really your caliber anyhow. Am I right?"

He knew better not to answer. He feared repercussion just from what happened earlier when raising his voice. For the first time, was he afraid of being struck by a woman?

"Don't stop. Keep licking. Lick in between the webs of my hands. Suck on it like it's your favorite lollipop."

After a minute, she pulled away from his mouth, creating a trail of saliva. She then began to slurp his juices. She wasn't finished, far from it. This wasn't the punishment she had in mind. Physical was the intent, but she knew something far humiliating that would affect anyone's psyche.

She pushed him aside. Still in her bra and panties, she took a seat on the toilet. Izuku took a gander at her. Under different circumstances, this would have been sexy. He liked how her nipples were protruding against her bra. He liked how her pussy was smoothly lined against her panties. Having those lecherous thoughts confirmed his arousal.

Kaina slid her panties off and allowed them to drop to the floor. The scent of womanhood entranced the teen's nostrils. "On your knees," she commanded Izuku.

Doing what he was told, he got on his knees. As he did so, he felt the strong urge in his chest to cry out. Was this who he really was, just a toy? Why would he allow this woman to treat him in such a way? Was he that passive? Where was that strength whenever he faced foes? Where was that strength whenever he faced the obstacles of his past? Why was it whenever a woman of prowess came into play, he folded like a skittish kitten? His conscience was rattled with those thoughts.

"Come here." She commanded. She spread her legs where her sex was exposed. As he saw it, he noticed how smooth her pussy looked. It had a small prickle of hair. The intoxicating scent was entrancing his nose. His mind may be protesting but his natural urge to breed went against. It didn't take long for erection to protrude out of his dress.

"Lick," she commanded. On his knees, he pressed forward to where her pussy was. As soon as he made contact between her legs, he felt her hand pressing his face against her pussy. She grabbed it, putting it in place as he proceeded to lick.

His mouth welcomed the juices that came from her wettest member. It tasted funny since he was unfamiliar with eating pussy — like a tangy fruit. Wanting more pressure, she placed his head hard against her pussy. It was enough of a challenge for Izuku to breathe, but that didn't faze Kaina as she was getting herself off.

"Right there. Make some sexy noises like the way I suck your dick," she said as she pinched her nipples. Although entertained, it proved evident that he had zero experience in pleasing a woman. She held his hair in her hands tightly to keep him still and rode his face. He tried to keep up with her movements and use his tongue as best he could, but with the force she was putting into rocking her hips into his face as it was enough of a challenge simply to breathe.

Kaina ignored his plight, concerned only with her own satisfaction.

"Thrust it harder," she said as she continued bucking her hips against his face. His face was being covered in her juices. From his position, it looked like he was lathering his face with vanilla frosting.

Still grabbing his head, she continued to rub her until she had an orgasm. Clear fluid squirted all over his face. Izuku looked flustered as he was covered in Kaina's icing. Some of her juices got into his mouth. She told him to swallow and he did.

"Don't think your pleasuring me means you're exempt from punishment," she said to him. "Just seeing you like this just makes me think how pathetic you look."

Wiping the juices with his sleeve, he lay there bewildered at her words. "I would rather be pathetic than a psycho."

Her smile faded. "What did you say?"

"You've heard me. You're a psycho, a sadist, a hypocrite — a walking contradiction that justifies anything to make you feel you're always in the right."

"..."

"Earlier, you threatened me, now you want to seduce me. What kind of woman are you," he responded. "You've raped me senselessly and drugged me continually. Earlier it looked like you wanted to beat my ass, now you're wanting to fuck me. Be a sadist or tsundere. Make your—"

POW!

It was hair shot away from a would-be punch. Izuku's eyes watched as her fist hit the floor as she hovered over him. A baseball-sized hole was a mere inch away from him.

"I don't want to hurt you. I'm giving you mercy, Izuku. Don't make me hurt you," she retorted in anger. "If you want to be like a dog, I'll treat you like one. Never in your life ever question me again."

"Or what?"

Kaina reared back and gave him a teeth-rattling slap across the face. He instinctively went back down, reeling in shock.

"You are really testing my patience, you bitch. Shut the fuck up or else I'll give you something to cry about," she screamed at him. "If you understand, nod your head."

He didn't say another word and did what she commanded.

"Yeah, yeah," she said in a sing-song voice, "Quiet and docile. I like that."

She proceeded to pull up Izuku's dress and pulled down his panties. She drew spit from her mouth and rubbed over his erect dick. "Let me put this in a sense that you will understand. You belong to me. You are my property. You will do everything as I am pleased," she said as she straddled himself over his dick.

"I'm never setting you free. You're more than just a tease. I'm in love with you and you're going to do whatever I say," she told him as she lowered her sheath onto his sword.

She started gyrating his hips. The moans proceeded to fill the bathroom. She took hold of chest, spreading her hands as she began kneading his nipples like bread. "C'mon, fuck me," she said. As she pinched, it urged him to buck his hips.

It started with slow strokes, doing what he was told. His urges to resist were placed into overdrive. She lowered herself onto him. With one hand, she pried open his mouth as she enveloped him in a kiss. The kiss itself was aggressive, biting his tongue and sucking it, making it loud and clear that he belonged to her. She continued pinching his nipple and gyrating her hips. Izuku's brain was becoming mush.

Their breathing intensified, their bodies were squirming. It wasn't long when moans were coming out of Izuku's mouth. Suddenly, he crossed his legs around her back.

"There you go. Now you're getting it. C'mon, you bitch. Skewer my womb," she responded as she lowered herself again into a hard tongue kiss.

Izuku was trapped in confusion. He was paralyzed in this crazy limbo. He arched his back. Something had to break loose. In a loud groan, he broke the kiss as he spurted his hot seed into her womb.

Kaina continued to thrust until she squirted. She shivered in pleasure as she continued to stroke Izuku's dick post-ejaculation with her hips. She wanted to be sure she collected every single seed from her pet.

When their screams subsided, Kaina reached over to Izuku and claimed his lips for the final time. Her tongue demanded his tongue to perform the act with her, before finishing with a bite on his lower lip. She pulled out of him and lay beside him. "You're mine…forever. I'll never set you free."

Before he lost consciousness, she let out a smile and placed her finger into his mouth. "Now you are broken like me. Let's be broken together, Mikumo."

"Who in…who in the world is Mikumo?"

Meanwhile….

Emi tried her best not to laugh as she heard Nemuri breaking wind as she slept not too far from them. She was even snoring like a grandfather in need of a C-PAP machine. Amazing how Nemuri appeared in the public eye and very different in private.

On her fifth cup of coffee, she scanned the security footage from the day of Izuku's disappearance. Unlike the previous attempts her boyfriend and Nemuri did, what she was wondering about was his patterns throughout the day, hoping it would provide her a clue.

Starting from the early morning hours, Emi meticulously watched the footage of Izuku leaving his dorm room and heading to his first class. She noted his interactions with friends and teachers, paying close attention to his demeanor and behavior. Everything seemed normal—Izuku attending classes, participating in training sessions, and spending time with his classmates.

However, as the day progressed, Emi began to notice small details that might have been overlooked. Izuku seemed slightly more distracted than usual, glancing around as if he were looking for someone or something. His interactions, though still friendly, had an edge of urgency.

In the afternoon, Emi observed a peculiar moment. Izuku lingered near the campus gates longer than usual, checking his pockets and then walking around the sidewalk.

Observing the other camera feed, it showed Izuku entering the campus and heading to the building where Aizawa held his classes.

Her heart skipped a beat, realizing this could be a crucial piece of the puzzle. She quickly moved to wake up Shouta, shaking him gently but urgently.

"Shouta, wake up. I need to show you something," Emi said, her voice filled with urgency.

Aizawa jerked out of his sound sleep, blinking groggily as he tried to focus. "What is it?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Emi guided him to the monitor, replaying the footage of Izuku entering the building in the late afternoon. "Look at this," she said, pointing at the screen. "Izuku was heading towards your office."

Aizawa squinted at the screen, his mind quickly processing the new information. "I remember now," he said, the memory clicking into place. "Izuku lost his ID that day. I reprimanded him for it. Losing a school ID is a big deal—it grants access to secure areas on campus. If someone else got their hands on it, they could exploit it."

Emi nodded, her eyes wide with realization. "So, he came to see you about the lost ID. Do you think that was troubling him?"

"No one outside the school knows how viable those cards are," retorted Shouta. "It troubled me, yes, but like a credit card, we could easily deactivate it."

"Could you?"

"I didn't give it much thought, Emi," said Shouta. "Knowing Izuku's meticulous nature, he was going to find the ID like he was looking for Waldo. Until his disappearance, it didn't concern me." Aizawa put his finger to his lip. He turned his head to the security footage where he saw Izuku leaving the building and heading for the commons.

"Pause it." Shouta told Emi.

The comedic Pro Heroine paused the security footage. It was there where Izuku was in conversation with class 1-B president, Itsuka Kendou.

Aizawa's eyes focused on the screen as he saw Izuku talking to Itsuka. He quickly told Emi to stop the footage. Emi glanced at him, her curiosity piqued.

"Does this camera have sound?" she asked.

Aizawa nodded, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he activated the audio feature. The speakers crackled to life, and they both leaned in to listen.

"Surprised to see you out this late? Were you supposed to be at the drink bar with the boys?"

"Lost my ID I am afraid. Wouldn't let me in without verification."

"Didn't think it was necessary. Isn't the drink bar all ages?"

"Look…regardless what it is, I still need that ID."

"What reason are you here?"

"Kodai needed help, decided to stay behind. In fact, she should be heading this way."

"Going back to the dorms?"

"Yeah. Gotta study for Kayama-sensei's exam."

"If you want, it wouldn't hurt to have a spare leg. It gets boring sometimes with just Kodai. I would enlist Tokage or Komori, but no time for games."

"I don't mind…as long as we keep it in the living area."

"Your class common area in an hour."

"Sure!"

"Great! See you then."

As the footage showed Itsuka and Izuku going their separate ways, and Izuku returning to his dorm room, Aizawa felt a pang of frustration. They were back to where they started. However, he remembered the incident involving Itsuka and Yui at Izuku's candlelight vigil.

"Could it be a coincidence?" Emi wondered aloud, her brow furrowing in thought.

Aizawa shook his head slightly. "Either way, we have a lead. We need to follow it."

He decided to scrap the initial plan of interviewing all of Izuku's classmates and friends. Instead, he focused on the two individuals who might have a direct connection to Izuku's disappearance. "I'll tell Nezu in the morning and arrange with Nemuri to interview Yui Kodai and Itsuka Kendou," he said, a note of determination in his voice.

Emi smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I'm glad I could help, Shouta."

Aizawa returned her smile, appreciating her support. "You've been a huge help, Emi. Thank you."

Shouta kissed Emi on the lips, savoring the brief moment of solace and support. He gently led her out of the office, feeling the weight of the investigation pressing on him.

"I really want you to come home with me," Emi said, her eyes filled with concern.

Shouta sighed, shaking his head slightly. "I need to stay here. I want to keep an eye on Nemuri, make sure everything goes smoothly."

Emi frowned but nodded, understanding his sense of responsibility. "Okay, but promise me you'll take care of yourself too."

He nodded. "I will. Kiss Eri for me please."

They shared another kiss before she left. Shouta watched her walk away until she disappeared from sight. With a heavy heart, he headed back to the office and lay down on the couch. Exhaustion pulled at him, but his mind refused to quiet.

As he settled into the couch, he muttered to himself, "When we find Izuku, I'm breaking my sobriety. I need a cigarette after all this."

Back to Kaina and Izuku….

Dabi carried the drugged and unconscious Izuku in a bridal style, his irritation evident in his scowl. They entered the service elevator of Kaina's lavish condo, a hidden escape route that few knew about. Kaina, one of the few with a key, ensured they wouldn't be noticed.

"This is such a pain," Dabi muttered, adjusting his grip on Izuku. "But at least I'm not doing this for free."

Toga, meanwhile, giggled with a twisted delight as she grabbed Kaina's belongings. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, the chaotic nature of their mission fueling her glee.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Toga chirped, her voice a disturbing contrast to the grim situation.

Kaina followed closely behind, her eyes darting around to ensure no one saw them. She couldn't afford any slip-ups. The earlier panic had been a warning; she needed to be more careful, more controlled.

"Keep moving," Kaina urged, her voice a tense whisper. "We don't have much time."

The elevator descended smoothly, the sound of its machinery the only noise breaking the silence. As they reached the basement parking garage, Kaina quickly scanned the area. It was empty, just as they had planned.

"Over there," she directed, pointing to a nondescript van parked in the corner.

Dabi moved quickly, his irritation simmering beneath the surface. He placed Izuku inside the van with a roughness that betrayed his annoyance. Toga hopped in next, still giggling, while Kaina took the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

As they pulled out of the garage, Kaina's mind raced with their next steps. They needed to get far away, to a place where no one would think to look for them. Her earlier nervousness had been replaced with a cold determination. She would not lose Izuku, not now, not ever.

In the back of the van, Toga hummed a tuneless song, her eyes fixed on the unconscious Izuku. Dabi leaned against the side, his expression a mixture of boredom and irritation.

As Kaina drove, she glanced over at Dabi. "Did Tomura give you the address of our new hideaway?"

Dabi reached into his pocket and handed her a slip of paper. "Yeah, here it is. It's about a hundred miles outside the city."

Kaina grimaced at the thought of the long drive, but she knew it was necessary. "It'll do for now," she muttered, focusing back on the road.

Dabi leaned back, folding his arms. "Alright, I did my part. Now, about my payment..."

Kaina's jaw clenched in irritation, but she nodded. "You'll get your payment," she said tersely. She couldn't afford to alienate her allies, even if she disliked the arrangement.

Toga, from the back of the van, chimed in with a giggle. "I want my payment too. Izuku's blood."

Kaina's eyes flashed with anger as she glanced at Toga in the rearview mirror. "Take the money and be dismissed," she snapped, her voice icy. She couldn't let Toga's obsession jeopardize their plans.

Toga's giggle only grew louder, unfazed by Kaina's threats. "Oh, Kaina, you're no fun," she teased, but she didn't push further. The promise of money seemed to placate her, for now.

The van sped through the darkened streets, the city lights gradually fading into the distance. As they drove, Kaina's mind churned with plans and contingencies. The new hideaway was temporary, but it would give her the time she needed to figure out more permanent arrangements.

Izuku remained unconscious, a silent reminder of her obsession and determination. Kaina glanced at him briefly, her expression softening for a moment before she refocused on the road.

To be continued….