Wires - The Neighbourhood

3-4 chapters left in this story
(I'll try to make them a little longer)

The next morning, hours after your disappearance. Not one alarm was tripped, no intruders and no alerts. No one knew you were kidnapped until Aizawa entered your room. He wanted to wish you a good morning and breakfast with the class outside in the courtyard. First thing first, he asked around in case you were taking a bath in the common area with the girls. None of them had seen you since last night even Bakugou. 

"Y/n," Aizawa's fist knocked lightly on your door but was met with no response. He knocks and still no response from the other side. "Is she still asleep?"

This concerned Aizawa as you're used to waking up early. With no choice but to open the door, he pardons himself and enters. He thought you were sleeping off last night's dinner. When he peeped in, he hoped to see a drool-covered face on the bed ready to greet him. Instead, he finds your bed in a mess, your blanket falling off the edge and your pillows appear to have been tossed off your mattress. 

"Y/n...?" He called out, wondering if you were in the bathroom, looking off to the side where he saw the door opened with no one inside. Scanning the room, Aizawa sees something shining from underneath your bedside table. He knelt beside your bed and sitting there, he reached out picking up a tiny metal rod. His fingers trembled as he turned it over in his hand, a cold suspicion sinking deeper into his bones. A syringe needle.

The faint, sickly smell of antiseptic hung in the air and clinging to the end was a tiny droplet of dark red blood. He swayed on his feet, his knees threatening to buckle. Aizawa's pulse quickened as panic clawed at his insides. Shaking his head, he suppressed the thought, striving for composure. Think. Think. He needed to think.

Aizawa quickly sprung up on his feet and ran out of the room in a flash. Pushing the door to his room, the man ran straight for the walkie-talkie sitting on the edge of his desk.  His hands slick with sweat, Aizawa pressed the PTT button on the side with shaking fingers.

"Eraserhead to Principal Nezu! Eraserhead to Principal Nezu! Lock down the school and alert the police! My daughter is missing—she has been taken! I repeat my daughter is missing!"

In minutes, the school is flooded with police. All dormitories have been held on lockdown until their investigation has ended. The police assigned to your case were already waiting at the dormitory, seeing as they relaid information on Kouichi moving around the city. The police in the common area also carried pictures of possible allies, including a man with a sleep-inducing quirk. However, they were unable to figure out the alarms and how Kouichi slipped passed the security system undetected. 

Hours passed, and the police began searching in the dorms and outside of campus. Aizawa joined the search, telling his students to watch over themselves while he was gone. Without you and Kazuko, would cause the students' stress levels to skyrocket. Bakugou did his best to comfort himself as Shinsou appeared behind him. The blonde would look down at his lap and curse under his breath.

Shinsou shook his head, texting Hisa about your kidnapping on his phone, which resulted in a distraught phone call. He told the redhead that a search was underway and assured her to the best of his ability. In no time, Bakugou's other classmates were made aware of the situation. It was like the Kamino ward incident all over again—without the league.

"Y/n was kidnapped," Izuku's jaw dropped in disbelief. This sparked quite a reaction. Bakugou nodded his head, he heard the girls mumbling something, and they all sat around in a big group. Izuku, concerned over his childhood friend approached the empty beside Bakugou. "You okay Kacchan?" 

Bakugou ignores the question, gesturing to the police file sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

"Who would do such a thing?" Asked Momo. Seconds later, they noticed the folder. Momo takes the folder into her own hands and spreads out the contents it holds. Sitting inside. Everything in the folder was photos all circling out one a man in particular. "This is the man...who took her,"

Izuku picks up one of the photos observing Kouichi's features. "Who is he, Kacchan?"

Bakugou didn't answer the question, so Shinsou answered for him instead. "His name is Kouichi Tomoe, and he's...,"

Bakugou sat there listening in on Shinsou telling the class your story. He remembered what you told him way back when, and it still made him angrier. It disgusts him to hear about your torture a second time but it was a matter of time before his classmates found out the truth—hell he even remembered asking you about it. It shook him to the core when the girls started to cry for you, the pain of your story was too much for them.

For Momo, Mina and Ochaco, it was too much to bear. It took an outburst from Aizawa upon his return to shut the conversation down and not a single word about it happening was brought up again. The atmosphere within the dormitory became thick with dread but no one imagined Aizawa's screams of anguish echoing throughout the night. First his grandson and now his daughter.

A couple of days into your captivity, your face was covered in bruises, and Kouichi left you in the room without feeding you. It was better to starve than have him kiss you again. Just the thought of it made you vomit inside your mouth. 

In those couple of days, Kouichi didn't return to finish what he started. You smirked, remembering the mess you made of his lip and would do it all again even if it meant you would suffer more bruises. For that injury alone, Kouichi made sure to leave a few marks on your face and body before he left to tend to his wound. In return, you spat in his face, demanding to see your son. 

Outside your door, you knew the man who slapped you was guarding the room, and occasionally he would pound on the door to keep you startled. It continued throughout the night and you stayed awake a couple of times. The noise distracted you from crying yourself to sleep. 

"Fuck you!" You screamed at the door, slamming the sides of your fist on the door.

You needed a plan—a bloody good one.

Peering down at your wrist, the tracking bracelet was the only thing capable of tracking your location. Since there was no one keeping an eye on you, your finger would squeeze the star charm for hours nonstop, the pendant blinking a bright red. You don't know how it would take but you were willing to lie there and wait for your rescue.  

Or

Now sitting up on the floor, you tapped your thigh, thinking immensely. Ignoring your hunger, you thought of an escape plan without them noticing. There's the two-way mirror that caused you to think you were kept under surveillance, and there may be a person on the other side, but it should've been obvious by you fooling around. Further, thinking made you believe that Kouichi is keeping you inside an abandoned police station. However, it's uncommon for abandoned buildings to be left alone without being torn down immediately unless it's on hold due to inspections. 

Scanning your room also proved your thoughts to be correct, and you were locked in an observation room used for interrogations. Somehow there were no security cameras in the corner of the room like a normal interrogation room. Another factor in mind is your quirk; you recently had it working on a small amount of pain. Just scratching the skin can hurt like a bitch when you double the pain. Looking down at your hands, they fell on the chair, then the mirror. 

You nod your head, feeling an idea come together in your mind. Now all you have to do is wait and squeeze on your charm. 

me to my 16-17 year-old self ONCE AGAIN for making this process difficult