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The keys made a clinking sound as they fell on the counter. Katsuki placed the grocery on the dining table. He’d get to that after changing his clothes. Like every day, his gaze fell on the second pair of keys that hadn’t left its place since three months. Katsuki felt a coming headache and made his way to the bedroom. Quickly changing into sweatpants, he pulled out his phone from his uniform pocket. There were five missed calls from Deku.
What the fuck does he need now? Katsuki thought with annoyance. After several years of working together, it was more in a fond way than actual anger. Pulling a black undershirt, he went back to the kitchen to get started on the dinner. The phone rang and he answered it this time. It was Deku again.
“Kacchan!” Midoriya sounded out of breath.
“Fucking what, Deku?” Setting the water to boil, Katsuki went and switched on the TV. The news channel was airing evening news.
“W-where are you right now?” There were sounds of people talking hurriedly in the background and doors opening.
“At home, obviously. What do you want? get on with it.” His gaze went to the television screen which was displaying breaking news in big red letters.
We have just received news from pro heroes in Kyoto prefecture that Hero Shouto, who had been kidnapped three months ago, has been found and is in critical condition. Pro Hero Endeavor was seen at the site with some other Pro Heroes . . .
Katsuki’s ears rang. Everything felt like it was happening in a slow motion yet at the same time, it felt like all of it was happening too fast.
Midoriya was still talking on the phone.
“Y-you have to come here, Kacchan. It’s really urgent and –“
“Where is he?” the question came out in a voice so low, Katsuki thought that Midoriya didn’t hear him.
“Oh. How did you… Is it in the news already?”
“Where is he, Deku?”
“--- hospital.” Katsuki was about to end the call when Midoriya said, “He’s going to be okay, Kacchan. It’s Shouto we’re talking about.”
“Of fucking course, he’ll be.” With that, he ended the call and turned off the stove. He had to place his hand on the counter and breathe a few times to get his mind back in control. Three months. Three fucking months of searching and not finding a single clue, three months of coming back to an empty home, three months of not being able to see or hear the voice of the person he loved.
Katsuki felt murderous rage rise in him. Critical condition, they had said. If the fucker had hurt Shouto, he was going to kill him then find someone with a quirk who could bring people back to life and kill him again.
Grabbing his keys, he left his apartment and went to his car. Tonight, he didn’t care how many traffic rules he was braking. He needed to see his lover.
Katsuki reached the hospital in record time. Hurrying to the front desk, he took a deep breath and asked, “Hero Shouto was brought in this hospital some time ago. Where the fuck is he?”
The receptionist was looking at him with wide eyes. When Katsuki slammed his hand on the desk in impatience, she finally got to work. “He’s on the fifth floor’s ICU, Mr Ground Zero.”
That was all Katsuki needed to hear and he made his way to the elevator. ICU. Goddamn it, how serious were his injuries? Shit.
The first person he saw when he walked towards the ICU doors was Endeavor, Todoroki Enji. Katsuki wanted to ask him why the fuck was he here but he kept his mouth shut which was an impressive feat for him. Shouto had said that they, meaning the Todoroki family, was working on their relationship. Even though it was awkward, they tried having family dinners and celebrating some festivals together.
The next person, was of course, fucking Deku.
“Kacchan!” he said in a wobbly voice and made his way over.
“Deku.” It was all he could manage at the moment. Internally, Katsuki was panicking. What if something really bad had happened to Shouto? What if he never got to see him again? What if –
He shook his head and stopped that train of thought. Shouto was going to be alright. He was a pro hero and had survived many injuries, this one wasn’t going to be any different.
So why did it feel different?