You were 18 years-old and just beginning your Senior year at UA.

You came from quite an abusive background, but your adoptive father Toshinori stepped in to rescue you.

You went through a lot of dark times and had lots of self-destructive tendencies, but your father, along with your Sensei, the man you loved, stayed by your side to love, support, and nurture you.

You and Shōta had always been close, forming a bond that most people misconstrued and judged. He was always professional, even if he was closer to you than the typical Sensei.

Due to your close bond, it was easy to love him. You hoped that now that you were 18, he'd reciprocate your feelings.

Everything was going well lately... that is, until you were kidnapped.

You were walking to head inside your house, and the next thing you knew, you were shackled to a dirty bed, in a dirty room. You saw a camera that was clearly recording you. And... you felt pain in multiple areas... especially in your more vulnerable places.

You began to sob. You knew what was going on. You were now in a trafficking ring. You had no idea how you'd escape... or whether you'd survive. You had heard so many horror stories... and now? This was your life.

For the next 3 months (it was now January), you grew accustomed to the horrific things you'd have to endure. The maltreatment, the sadism... You had learned to disassociate at will in order to survive.

Your father, Sensei's, friends, and other Pro Heroes that knew about you were all worried and knew that something was dangerously wrong. You would never just up and run like that. Not when your life was finally becoming stable.

A couple days after your disappearance, Shōta began searching everywhere, immediately going to the worst case scenario, and he was right...

When he caught wind of the underground trafficking ring and auctions they held, he dressed the part, and went in- prepared to pay for you to buy your freedom.

Other cops and Pros were ready and waiting- many disguised as the twisted people at the auctions doing the bidding. Shōta wouldn't be on this mission alone.

So, he sat up front, wearing a mask and a suit- covering his identity like everyone else there, and the curtain rose, the lights dimming, save for the lighting on the stage.

The crowd applauded, excited to see what possession they would be purchasing tonight.

Every minute that ticked by, Shōta grew more and more nauseous. Each disguised cop and hero bought a woman's freedom... and then, there you were... in nothing but a skimpy bra and panties set- your body emaciated, makeup done up to hide the injuries.

You were chained up in a cage and blindfolded- tears rolling down your cheeks. Shōta felt sick. He was seething.

"And lastly, for tonight, we have our most special girl... All Might's adopted daughter!"

There were cheers. Shōta clenched his fists.

"Let's start off with 3 million yen!" Shōta called out, "3 million!" The auctioneer smirked. "Someone's eager! Anybody else?" Another man called, "3.5 mil!"

Shōta cursed, and began a bid war until he called out the big guns, "ONE BILLION YEN!" He yelled.

After that, it was like you could hear a pin drop. The auctioneer, clearly stunned, cleared his throat and nodded, "One... one billion yen. Sold. Come and collect your possession."

Shōta wasted no time and hurried to you. They unshackled you, and you were trembling and crying.

When Shōta removed your blindfold, you whimpered, but then saw who was standing before you. You knew it was him in spite of the mask.

His eyes held fury, grief, and... love. "Shōta...?" Your voice croaked, and he removed his suit jacket, placing it over you to give you some dignity.

He whispered into your ear, "Shhh...[Name], I've got you. But don't act like you know me... not yet. We need to get you out of here. Your father, other Pros, and cops are all here and busting this operation. Come on."

You nodded, following him as you sobbed the whole way. Shōta's heart ached for you. There would be hell to pay for the ones that hurt you. You were his.