Preview: Mr. Aizawa is sending students home, five at a time, to relax for up to three days due to the resent kidnappings that are causing stress on the students. Kaminari doesn't have the best connection with his family so when he's forced to leave he goes to a gas station to relax, expecting to be back at school the next day.

Warning: Abuse, kidnapping, suggests rape, happy ending

Ship: ShinKami

"Kaminari!" I turn around to see Shinso looking at me nervously as I stood in front of the door. "Just, just be careful, alright?"

I smile sweetly and nod my head. "Of course." I finally exit the dorms.

I couldn't blame him for making sure I would be careful. I am going out alone and the incidents keep happening. By incidents I mean training camp like incidents. After Bakugou was kidnaped Tsu was and had to stay in the hospital for a month due to excessive damage to her vocal cords and tongue. Uraraka was kidnaped next followed by Kirishima. Each time the injury's got worse and they had to stay in a hospital longer and longer. That was the first time I had ever seen Bakugou cry.

Even though it's been over four months since Kirishima's kidnapping everything's still not back to normal. Almost every night I wake up to the sound of him sobbing and rushing into the room next to mine which happens to be Bakugou's. Every morning though he wears a smile even though his his roots are starting to show, he rarely styles his hair up anymore, and he looks like Shinso or Aizawa with his eye bags.

A little ring signals through the small gas station. I walk to the back immediately to grab a slushy and freeze my brain. I pick out root bear because even though it's not an original it's delicious.

The real reason I'm out right now is to go to my parents house. It was mandatory for me to leave otherwise I would have stayed at the place I consider home, the dorms. Mr. Aizawa said that he wanted us to relax for a bit so he is sending out five people at a time to spend one to three days at their house. Of course for me that doesn't sound as fun as creepily stalking a gas station.

Another ding comes from the door as a man who seems around in his early twenty's walks in. I walk around to another aisle and revive a glare from the only worker. Come on, give a kid a break. I know I have been here for over three hours but still. I crouch down and start looking a prices you see if I can buy anything other then my slushy today. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around.

"Yes?" I ask the other customer.

He smiles at me. "Hi, I was wondering where the beer was?"

I chuckle lightly and fully stand up. "I don't work here man, sorry. I can't even handle one of those. I'm not old enough."

"Oh sorry. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" He says standing up straight. (Make the joke, I know you want to)

"Sixteen." He nods his head and says a quick 'thanks' before walking away. I swear I heard him mumble something about something 'the age I like it' but I brush it off.

He seems really nice. Like one of those waiters you tip extra because they were just them. Then he goes home to a very ungrateful roommate who whines all the time and never cleans up. But he doesn't care because the extra ten cents he got made his day, so he's happy. He also- I'm going to stop now before I seem creepy.

I browse for a few more minutes before seeing strawberry flavored Pocky and reach for it. My hand bumps someone else's and I quickly pull it away.

"Oh I'm sorry. Here take it." The kind man passes me the Pocky.

I shake my hands in front of me in a dismissive way. "No, no, no! You take it. I probably don't have enough money for it anyways."

"Then let me buy it for you." He says with a smile.

A minute later we are outside of the shop and I'm eating the best Pocky ever invented.

"Thank you so much again. I swear I'm not poor or hustling you for money I just forgot most of my money at home. I just really don't want to go back there right now." I admit spilling more then I meant to.

His brow arches. "Why? Do they hit you?"

My eyes widen and I shake my head so fast I get dizzy. "NO! I just, I just don't get along with them."

He nods his head and we stand in silence for a minute. Suddenly a chill runs up my spine but doesn't feel like it's from the cold.

"I'm going to go home now. Thank you." I turn around before I feel him grab my a harshly.

"Why don't you come with me? My place would be so much more fun." Another shiver runs through my veins but I force a smile.

"No really. My parents are going to worry about me if I don't at least text them soon. They been blowing me up." I lie in hopes to get out of here faster.

He smirks before bringing out a phone that looks vaguely familiar. "Really? Your phone says a different story."

This is when I know for sure things are going bad.

"Look dude, you can keep my phone, just let me go." He shakes his head.

"Stop moving. Let's go to my place, it will be fun." I start tugging my arm as hard as I can.

"Help! Help! Let go of m-!"

He interrupts my cry's by whispering in my ear. "I said stop moving." My knees suddenly buckle and my throat becomes hoarse The only thing I seem to be able to control is my eyes.

"I didn't want to have to use my quirk on you but you were being naughty. Now let's go."

~~~~~

The car comes to a harsh stop and I hear the front door open. I still haven't gotten any movement back or been able to speak. The man opens my door before picking me up. Tears stream faster down my face.

Leave it to Class 2A's idiot to get kidnaped but not by someone for the League Of Villains.

I force the cruel thought from my head. I can't think like that, not unless I want to die.

He opens the door to a small shed and I engrave everything to memory. There's a desk in the back right corner with a leg missing but a chair with a faded blue seat cushion keeps it up. There's also a bed that's looks like the quilts a similar design of the cushion. It's faded blue but has some faded orange on it too. He lays me on the bed and starts looking for something under the bed. From this angle I can see the last wall and, it's not a pretty sight.

There has to be at least fourteen different people on this wall, each with three different photos of them. The first is them in a position like I am, all there eyes filled with fear. The second is, oh god, the second is a photo that I hope I don't get taken of me. And the third. The third is a photo of them laying limply on the ground with lifeless eyes. I don't know if there lifeless because of what happened in the previous photo or there dead. I'm scared but think it's the later.

He pulls a box onto the bed and brings out a Polaroid camera. More tears stream down my face and I hear the click. He pulls it out and start shaking the photo while pacing and smiling like a mad man. He stops walking and looks at the photo then the wall then the photo again. He suddenly rips the photo then comes over to me and grabs my hair harshly.

If I had control of my mouth I would have cried out in pain.

"I don't like that photo! I already have people crying! I. Want. Some. Thing. NEW!" He lets go of my head and starts to pace again. Despite what he said more tears stream down my face. I want to do what he says so I don't get hurt but I can't stop crying. God I hope no one finds my body or these photos.

Wait. Someone could. If they do I want them to see me brave not fearful. I know what I'll do this time.

He comes over and I see anger flash in his face. "I said STOP CRY-! Wait. That's perfect!" He takes another photo, this time it's me smiling through the tears. He walks over to the wall and pins it up before coming over to me. I feel the quirk start to wear off and he smirks.

"I told you that we will have fun." He says as he starts to tie me up with rope.

~~~~~

He stands up and pins the new photo onto the wall as I sob. My body is shaking and I let myself fell how truly disgusting I am. I am so tired, he made me go through three rounds, but I can't sleep because if I do, I might not wake up.

He turns around to come over to me when his phone rings. He frowns as he pulls it out then looks over at me. "I have to go but don't worry, I'll be back soon." And with that he leaves and my sobs grow louder.

~~~~~

Shinso POV:

I'm currently watching a move in the common rooms with everyone from class. Well, almost everyone. I shake the thought from my head. For some reason I feel like something bad happened to Kaminari.

He should be back by now.

He's with his family.

For three days?

Dad said that people could stay up to three days out with their family.

But he was the one who asked if he could just stay here.

He might have been in a fight but they made up now.

Are you sure?

I stand up making a few eyes dart to me before going back to the film. I walk into the empty kitchen and pull out my phone. Maybe calling him will calm me. I dial his number and bring the phone up to my ear.

Ring.
Riiing.
Ring. Ring.
You have reached the voice mail box of-

I sigh as my anxiety sky rockets. Sneaking into school records to find his parents phone numbers so I can call them and check on Kaminari isn't so bad is it?

~~~~~

"He hasn't been by here once in over six months."

Shit.

~~~~~

Kaminari POV:

I lay in the bed praying. I never have been super religious but I will do anything I can right now to get out of this. I just want to go home.

It's been over two days since he left and I'm fearing his return more and more with every second. He could just walk in here at and time and-

BANG!

I let out a shriek in fear and shut my eyes. Sobs rack through my body and just when I thought I had no tears left to cry. I feel a hand lay on my shoulder and I freak out even more.

"Please! Please let me go! Please! I-I don't want to die! P..please." My words become quieter and quieter till I'm just whispering.

"Hey, calm down. It's just me, Shinso." My eyes open and after doing a quick sweep to see several pro hero's searching the room they land on him.

"I-I! He-!" I cried out.

He rubbed my shoulder while throwing a blanket over my cold body. "Shh, it's okay. I know."

I sobbed and someone started to untie me while Shinso kept saying calming things. As soon as I could move my hands I wrapped my sore arms around him and just cried.

"Its okay Kaminari. Your safe now. Your safe."

And I believe him.

aNgSt EmOtIoNaL rOlLeR cOsTeR!

It was painful to write that, just so you know.