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Katsuki walked into the nurse's office fuming. He knew his scent was pushing past his blockers, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. All he cared about was finding Izuku and making sure he was safe, and that started with strangling some lousy bitch.
He could smell her before he found her in bed. Camie was notorious for disregarding her blockers, something that proved useful in this singular moment. Katsuki marched over to the bed and pulled back the curtain with no warning.
Camie, for all her faults, looked shocked to see him.
“Katsuki,” she purred. Her lips, split and bloody, curved up into a seductive smile. “I didn’t think you’d come to see me after that bitch attacked me.”
“Cut the shit, I know what you fucking did. Where the hell is Izuku?”
The smile fell. “Why the fuck should I know?”
“Don’t play games with me, not about this shit.” Katsuki leaned in, his breath puffing against Camie’s cheek. He was angry. She could smell it. “Where the hell is Izuku?”
“I couldn’t tell you,” she said.
Katsuki roared. His hands reached for the curtain, and he pulled it down in one forceful tug. He threw it on the ground before getting back in Camie’s face. His finger jabbed painfully against her chest. “If you don’t tell me this instant where your idiotic friends took my mate, I swear I will ruin your life. One call and your parents lose their jobs within the hour. You’ll be broke, your name nothing more than an embarrassment, and you can forget ever modeling again in your fucking lifetime. I don’t care what it takes, I will find him, even if I have to kill you.”
Camie was shaking, her scent blaring distress.
“I-I really don’t know where he is,” she said. “I texted my driver to take him somewhere secret. That’s all I know.”
“Fuck.” He gripped his hair, tugging until his scalp burned. “Fucking, damnit, Camie. What the everloving fuck is wrong with you?”
She was crying. Fat tears slid down her face rapidly, but Katsuki couldn’t find it in himself to care. In fact, she looked as ugly as ever in his eyes.
“You were supposed to be mine,” she whined. “We were supposed to be mated. Not you and that freak.”
Katsuki lunged and grabbed her face in one hand.
“Don’t you ever speak of him like that.” He spat. “Ever. Call your driver and tell them to bring Izuku to my house. Immediately.”
Camie whimpered, her body shaking like a leaf.
“Now!”
Nodding frantically, Camie reached for her phone and started dialing.
–––
Izuku’s eyes blinked open slowly. He hummed, pressing his lips together as he tried to fight the heavy weight on his eyelids.
“Are you sure?” a deep baritone voice said in the distance. Izuku tried to sit up, but his head wouldn’t move. “We’re only twenty minutes from the warehouse, and I’m completely undetected. You could easily say you lost sight of me.”
His eyes opened fully, taking in his surroundings. Leather seats, tinted windows. He reached for the door only to notice his hands were bound together with cuffs.
“Alright,” the voice continued. “I’m turning now.”
The car jolted suddenly. Izuku yelped.
“Shit, you’re awake?” the man asked.
“Who are you?” Izuku said instead of replying. His voice was scratchy and his throat sore from lack of use.
“Doesn’t matter,” he answered. “Just sit pretty and stay quiet.”
Izuku struggled in the cuffs. “No. Tell me who you are. Where am I? What happened to me after I left school?”
“Aren’t you omega bitches meant to know how to shut the fuck up?” the driver asked.
“That’s a rude assessment,” Izuku huffed. “Now I suggest you tell me where we are before I lose my shit.”
The driver scoffed. “As if.”
Izuku could feel his heart hammering behind his chest. The beats were crowding his ears and pressing against his optical nerves. All he could see was red.
“Pull the car over. Now.”
“Shut the fuck–”
“I said now!”
Izuku lunged forward, his arms wrapping around the seat and the driver's neck. He leaned back, letting his weight fall on the chain as the cuffs pressed against the driver’s throat. Said man coughed, the car swerving slightly off the road.
“Holy shit,” the driver gasped. “Are you fucking crazy!”
“Pull over the fucking car!” Izuku screamed. His eyes were hot, and he knew he was crying from the adrenaline, but there was no way he was missing his dinner with Katsuki tonight. He was not letting the perfect alpha slip through his fingers. He refused.
The driver swerved again, but Izuku held firm. He tightened his grip. The driver started gagging violently. Izuku could see the color draining from his face in the rearview mirror.
“Pull the fuck over,” Izuku seethed.
The driver pulled over, his eyes fluttering as he tried to stay conscious. Izuku loosened his hold, but only slightly.
“Let me go,” he gasped out.
“Give me your phone,” Izuku said, ignoring him.
“What–”
“Toss your phone outside the passenger window, and I’ll let you go,” he said.
“How.” A pained gasp. “The hell.” A strained wheeze. “Are you this fucking strong?”
“Toss the fucking phone!”
The driver shakily reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He looked Izuku in the eye through the mirror before tossing it. Izuku pulled back on the chain once more, shocking the driver. He quickly pulled the chain back over the seat and scrambled to get out of the car. He flicked the lock, pushed the door open, and rushed to grab the phone. He risked a glance over his shoulder, ensuring the driver was still working on his breathing. Seeing him clutching his steadily bruising throat, Izuku took the chance. He grabbed the phone and ran.
The setting sun cast a warm glow over the dirt road he ran along. The wind blew his hair out of his face, something he appreciated as the heat of the adrenaline slowly left his body.
Shakily, he turned on the phone.
“Even I have a password,” he mumbled, tapping on the phone. He quickly opened the phone app and typed in Katsuki’s phone number, no longer embarrassed with himself for having it memorized.
The phone rang. Once. Twice. Dial tone.
“C’mon, Kacchan, please.” He called again. Same thing. It rang once, then twice, then a dial tone.
He called again. It went through on the first ring.
“Fucking what?” Katsuki shouted through the line.
“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed, out of breath. He looked over his shoulder, the driver and the car nowhere in sight.
“Izuku?” His voice softened immediately. “Izuku, is that you?”
“Yes, yes, it’s me,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I think I’ll be a little late for dinner. I really want to meet your parents.”
“Izuku, where are you?” he asked urgently.
He bit his lip. “I got caught up in something,” he lied.
“Zu, where’s Camie’s driver? Why do you sound out of breath?”
“That was Camie’s driver?” he asked. “I-I just choked out Camie’s driver. Oh my gosh.”
“You did what?”
“Oh my gosh.” He panicked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I was so scared, and I thought he was taking me somewhere horrible. I just wanted to escape, I-I’ve been trained to escape.”
“Trained?” Katsuki sounded scandalized. “Izuku, please take a breath and tell me where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“You don’t have to,” Izuku said, suddenly feeling guilty. “I can find my way home, and I’ll still try to be there for dinner. I just need to find somewhere accessible, and I’m sure I can call a cab.”
“Stop thinking about dinner,” Katsuki said. “I just want to know you’re safe, baby. Cheeks and Glasses told me what happened. I couldn’t believe it. I promise Camie will never do something like this to you again. Ever.”
Izuku could feel his eyes well up, his heart jumping at the sound of ‘baby’ leaving the blond’s lips. “I don’t want you to have to go out of your way. I’ve found my way home before. This isn’t my first kidnapping, Kacchan.”
“What? Izuku, fuck, tell me where you are this fucking instant or I fucking swear!” Izuku could tell he was angry.
“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” he murmured. “I don’t know where I am.”
“It’s okay, don’t apologize, fuck.” Katsuki took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. Please, just look around. What do you see?”
Izuku slowed his sprint into a jog, his heart having a chance to slow down. He couldn’t see much more than powerlines and tall trees. There was a small cityscape in the distance, likely another two miles away from him. Turning to his left, there was a small gas station not far ahead.
“There's a town about two miles away from me,” he said into the phone. “There’s a billboard for dry cleaning on the outskirts. There’s a gas station not far ahead of me. I might wait there for a while.”
“Gas station, dry cleaner billboard, I know where you’re at.” Izuku heard rustling in the background and Katsuki’s heavy breathing. “I’m on my way. Stay at the gas station. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
Izuku clutched the phone tighter. “Alright. I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll be there in no time.”
–––
Katsuki felt like his car was flying as he pulled into the deserted gas station. Dust flew off his tires in large puffs of wind, likely blinding anyone behind him.
Without turning off the engine, Katsuki jumped out of the car and scanned the area. There, on the edge of the curb, was a bundle with a green tuft poking out of the top. Katsuki could smell the anxious brown sugar and chamomile wafting off the omega.
“Zu?” He took a tentative step towards him. “Izuku, are you alright?”
Izuku’s head shot up. Katsuki had to restrain himself when he saw the heavy chains wrapped around the omega’s wrist. He crouched his hand holding the back of Izuku’s head, fingers moving through his curls.
“Kacchan,” he whined. “I missed you.”
“Zu.” Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku, pulling him close. Izuku gripped Katsuki back tightly, his nose pressing into the exposed scent gland on the blond’s neck. He rubbed against it aggressively. Katsuki could sense he needed comfort. “I’m here. I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”
“She attacked me in the bathroom.” Izuku cried. “I was thinking about dinner, and she had her friends attack me in the bathroom. I wanted to go to dinner so bad, Kacchan, I swear I wanted to be there. Your parents must think I’m a huge joke. A useless omega who can’t even show up for a dinner reservation. Oh, gosh, Mitsuki Bakugo thinks I’m a joke.”
“Izuku, hey, Zuzu,” Katsuki pressed two soft kisses against green curls. “I promise they don’t care. They’ll love you no matter what, I swear. They just want you to be safe right now. Just like I want you to be safe.”
Izuku sniffled, pressing himself closer to Katsuki.
“You promise?” he asked.
“Promise,” the blond replied. “Now come on. I think I have something in the car that can pick the lock on those cuffs.”