Failure {(grown up) Katsuki X Reader}

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After maybe and hour or two of running around the city most of the damages were dealt with and left to the police to finish. Katsuki finally took a breath, and almost regretted telling Kirishima to go back and check on the agency. That would have saved himself a lot of hassle. Kirishima had texted and said everyone was fine, putting special emphasis on the fact that you were fine.

Finally when Katsuki made it back he saw Kirishima himself in a wild panic. God dammit. What happened now? He asked himself not ready for more of kirishimas melodrama.

"I can't believe this happened! He trusted me! I fucked up so bad!" Katsuki could hear as he approached the doors that were absolutely shattered.

"It's fine, calm down. I'm sure she's fine." Katsukis blood ran cold as Angel attempted to comfort the panicked man in front of her.

"Who's fine?" He asked through gritted teeth, daring the universe to give him the one answer he didn't want.

Kirishimas eyes went wide with fear and guilt as he saw Katsuki approaching. His mouth opened then closed like a fish out of water. Angel tentatively stepped in front of him to face Katsuki.

"It's Y/n." Pure rage flowed through him faster than he could even comprehend. But he couldn't also ignore the fear that flowed through every fiber of his being. "She left about an hour ago to clean a cut on her arm. We didn't think anything of it, but she didn't come back. When we went to look she wasn't there." Katsuki could read the guilt all over Angel as she spoke fidgeting with her hands. He tried to calm himself. This wasn't they're fault, he knew that, but he was so angry and scared he couldn't do anything to hide the bite in his tone.

"What?! How the hell did that happen?" He looked at kirishima, and the man shriveled at his stare. "You were supposed to make sure they were ok! How did you fuck that up so badly?" Kirishimas guilt seemed to swallow him further.

"Whoa, hold your fucking horses!" Angel grabbed his attention. The expression on her face said she felt just as bad but wasn't about to let Kirishima take the fall for it. "No one is responsible for this. We thought she was fine. She was here in this building of yours full of sidekicks. So don't go trying to blame it on the first one you see." She was right, as badly as Katsuki wanted someone to be pissed at, it wasn't anyone in this building.

"I know that, I know." He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to push down his overblown feelings. "Where did she go after she got cut?" He asked deciding to try and be productive about it rather than festering.

"The bathroom down that hall. But we've already checked there, there's no sign of her." Katsuki didn't care. He wasn't looking for you, he was looking for where you were.

Without another word he made his way to the bathroom throwing the door open. He quickly scanned the room looking for anything obvious. He didn't see anything so he took his time looking over the room again. The walls, the sink, the floor where a small wad of bloody paper towels lay on the ground. He crouched down and as he went to pick it up he saw the slightest crack in the tile along with a small splatter of blood.

The crack could easily be from the earthquake, and the blood could have been from the cut he was told you had, but somehow he knew. Knew that crack wasn't from the earthquake, that, that blood wasn't from your cut. Perhaps your face where it slammed into the ground. It made him sick to imagine your face pressed into the tile. He could imagine the pain on your face, but also the fierce determination not to black out and leave yourself helpless.

"Dammit." He swore under his breath standing from the his crouching position. How could he let this happen? How could he leave you alone to defend your self?

He shook away the thoughts knowing that you could typically defend yourself well enough. But whoever had done this had the element of surprise, which rendered you defenseless.

He looked around looking for any spot someone might hide well enough that you didn't notice. The only spot he could think of was behind the bathroom door itself. The rest of the room was bare wall to bare wall save for the sink and toilet. He moved the door to look behind it though he doesn't see anything. Then looking closer he notices a few loose tiles in the corner.

He tried not to let the smallest amount of hope through. He knew this could be a dead end. Crouching down he pulled at one tile and they all came loose falling through a hole in the floor. Whoever had done this, had done it with such precise and careful movements that balanced each and every tile against the next one, so that none of them fell unless disturbed.

He peered down but it was too dark to see anything. He found the flashlight he kept on his belt and clicked it on shining it down the hole. There below him were the sewers. The hope that he would find you dimmed. These sewers ran all over the city. You could be anywhere by now. His grip tightened on the flashlight so hard he could almost feel the metal of it bending in his hand.

He reeled back and threw the flashlight down the hole in a fit of rage. Within the last lights of the flashlight he could see as it began to break into pieces. What could he do now? How could he do it? He didn't know either answer but he knew he had to do something no matter what it was.