You were a young woman of 20 years-old. You were deeply in love with your former Sensei, close friend, and now colleague Shōta Aizawa. You had been since you were only 15.

Things were wonderful between you two, however, you still had no idea about his feelings. You felt that at this point, now that you've been graduated for a year and a half, that your own feelings were simply one-sided.

The thought he might not feel the same killed you inside. 5 years of longing. Waiting. Hoping. Praying.

Well, today you went to work at UA as per usual, but something felt off.

When you went into the teacher's lounge, you saw Yamada and Midnight in tears, and your heart immediately dropped into your stomach.

"G-guys?" You whispered, your voice cracking.

They looked at you and Midnight began to cry more audibly. Yamada cried silently.

"Guys. Please... tell me what's going on." You whispered.

Yamada and Midnight knew that in telling you what they were about to tell you would change you forever.

Midnight motioned you over and pulled you into a hug. "Sit down, Sweetie... There's something we have to tell you... but it's- it's not good. I need you to stay calm."

You gulped nervously and waited with baited breath until finally, Yamada placed his hand on your shoulder with a solemn look.

He took a deep breath and spoke, "Shōta... he's gone missing. Midnight and I were going to do our usual Karaoke on Friday night, but we couldn't get ahold of him. So, we went to his house. Nothing. You know damn well that's not like him. So, we alerted Detective Tsukauchi, and he's been on the case since. He's keeping us updated, but..." He trailed off and swallowed the lump in his throat.

Your mind blanked and for a long moment, you just stared off into the distance until a piercing scream of agony emanated from your lips.

Yamada and Midnight held you tightly to try and ground and comfort you, but to no avail. You ran out the door and drove home- determined to find Shōta.

You knew all about the black markets in Japan and the underground tr@fficking rings. You were going to start searching.

When you got word that there was an auction tonight, and dawned a black cocktail dress, diamond choker, and masquerade mask, and headed towards the auction. You made sure to ping Tsukauchi your location, along with everyone else so they could make the bust in this sting operation.

After you paid your entrance fee of 100,000 yen, you sat upfront, feeling anxious, yet maintained composure.

Some disgusting men sat beside you, their eyes leering at you. "And how much for you, Sweetheart?" They cackled.

"One bullet." You said coldly and opened your purse, letting them see the weapon you were carrying. Their eyes widening, they immediately moved to other seats, leaving you alone.

You sighed in relief and then the auction got started. One by one, people bid on men and women alike- thankfully, the buyers ending up being other cops and Pros in disguise.

Finally, the last person of the evening to be auctioned off was none other than Shōta Aizawa.

"We have a real treat for you, ladies and gents. The former underground Pro Eraserhead! He's been broken in, so he can take it real good. He also follows orders like a good boy."

He chuckled disgustingly as you saw Shōta blindfolded, shackled, and gagged. You wanted to scream. To sob. But you didn't. Instead, you waited.

"Let's start the bidding off with 1 million yen." He smirked.

You called out, "1 mil!"

The auctioneer smirked. "Ah, the lovely lady sees something she likes. Anyone else?"

A gross, fat man chuckled. "1 mil is child's play. 5 mil."

"Oh! Competition. Anyone else?"

The bid war kept going until you screamed, "1 BILLION YEN!!! HE'S MINE!" You stood up and glared at everyone from behind your mask and then there was dead silence.

The auctioneer cleared his throat nervously. "1 billion. Sold to the lovely lady."

You ran up to Shōta's cage and watched as they unbound him and removed his gag and blindfold.

When he blinked a number of times to clear his vision, his eyes locked with yours. "{{user}}?"