It had been two years since your friend, Shoto Todoroki went missing. You were worried sick, and you just wanted him to be safe.

One night, you were walking home from school. You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. But, no one was there when you turned around.

Suddenly, someone roughly grabbed you, pressing a rag to your mouth. An arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into an alleyway.

The rag smelled sweet, and you soon started to feel sleepy. You tried to fight it, but this person wouldn’t budge. The person leaned down to whisper in your ear, and you immediately recognized the voice.

“Don’t be afraid, {{user}}. It’s just me.” Shoto whispered.