And They Were Roommates 2

Home in 10

"Absolutely not."

"Father-"
"As we agreed, you are keeping your head down until the commotion passes. You're not getting involved."
"But-"
"Your access to Tartarus has been revoked-"
"Father!"
"I can't have you running off on your own with sensitive information. Especially now."
"This is unfair-"
"Go home, Shouto. And stay away from the reporters."

...

Anger will cost you far more than it earns.
Shouto says the phrase to himself as he slams the car door shut.

"Your father has requested I take you to your home address, Pro-Hero Shouto." The words are a little muffled under the drivers mask. Shouto does his best to be somewhat civil.

"Yes. Thank you." He grits out. The car hums as it pulls out of the underground garage. At least the backseats are comfy. They mould to his weight, smooth and luxurious. Endeavour managed to allow his son the privilege of his own personal driver and car. He can't help feel like a petulant child however when he's being escorted home after their fight.

He glares accusingly at the spotless carpet beneath his feet. A part of him thought the pictures of him and Katsuki weren't a big deal - an invasion of privacy - yes, but he didn't expect people to be so invested. Or rather, he didn't realise it would interfere so much with his work. A wave of tiredness comes over him as he broods at the tinted windows.

He sighs, there's not much he can do now anyways - his father's word is final. Taking away his Tartarus access was unnecessary, though. It's not like Dabi would have spoken to anyone else. If anything, he did his father a favour. He sighs again, slumping into his seat. He can feel a headache coming on, his muscles a little weaker than usual. He's ready to go home, curl up and wait for the others to come back.

To Eijiro <3 : Finishing early. Will be home in 10. :)

Instead, he stiffens as the car takes a turn he wasn't expecting.
"Apologies Pro-Hero Shouto, there are roadworks along the usual route. It will only be a short detour."
He relaxes slightly, checking his location services is on. This is is father's driver - someone Shouto shouldn't be so distrustful of. Yet, he's starting to come to the realisation he's completely exhausted.
And it doesn't feel quite right...
It isn't until they turn into a rather suspicious alleyway that he tries the door.
It's locked.

Shouto moves before he can think, blasting the car door open with his flames. It doesn't fly off it's hinges like he expects, it barely even opens. The car screeches to a stop. His body slams against the seat in-front, forcing a pained grunt from his lungs. He takes only a couple sluggish steps out of the car, hissing as he stumbles to the left. Bricks scratch at his hand as he braces himself against it. Blinking forcefully, he tries to right himself but everything's suddenly spinning.
Fuck.
He shouts - and he can't even hear it past the ringing in his ears.

A wave of panic crashes over as black spots dance mockingly in front of him. He winces at the pain in his knees, and quickly realises he's fallen onto them. Thoughts pass like their wading through honey.
What's happening?

He calls ice to his finger tips yet not a glint of frost is seen - which does nothing to quell the rising dread.
Sickeningly, the whole alleyway rotates, and Shouto feels his stomach swoop with movement. The side of his head feels like it's been cracked open, and he can do nothing but try not to pass out.

His eyelids fall like lead but he wrenches them open nevertheless. Through the double vision and blurriness he sees a pair of shoes. Trainers - not the polished leather of his driver. He's almost certain a whimper falls from his lips as he forces himself to look up at the figure.

His heart drops.

Someone all too familiar looks down at him.

...

Eijiro hums as walks the last few steps to the front door. Shouto messaged him a while ago saying he was on his way back. Eijiro couldn't help but grin at the emoticon on his text. He wasn't a particularly expressive texter - it took far too much convincing just for a smiley face.

The grin falters as he pulls at the door handle - a little surprised it's not unlocked. He debates knocking but Shouto is probably sleeping. So he takes off his bag, grumbling a little as he sifts through for some keys.

Suddenly, a pain whips against his ass. He yelps at nearly full volume, instinctively reaching back to cover the afflicted area before whipping around to give someone an earful.

Ah.
Katsuki looks absolutely proud of himself, despite trying to bite back his wide smile.
"Hey! What was that for!?" Eijiro barks at him, pouting. Despite the attitude, Katsuki just about drinks him in before shrugging.
"None of your business." He dismisses, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"Why are you even here?"
"Oi."
"Well?"
"Was on a run."
"Aren't you working?"
"On pager."
"Oh - they finally let you off the leash huh."
"Don't fucking start."
"By the way - I was being serious about the collar yesterday-"
"Shouto will kill you."
"If 'killing' me is what he did yesterday - damn - I'll get him a hundred-"
"You're such a fucking simp, Ei."
"Hey!"
"Why are you even standing out here like an idiot huh?"
"Ha! We just went in full circle!"

Katsuki scoffs, obviously done with their conversation and snatches the keys out of his hands.
"Is Shouto home too?" Eijiro asks, slipping off his shoes as they enter the flat.
"No. Isn't he in office?" The blonde replies, shrugging off his jacket.
Eijiro pauses at that, half-way to hanging up his coat.
"He messaged me saying he was on his way home. That was... an hour ago. He should be here by now."
Katsuki also pauses, brow furrowing. Then strides off into the flat - shoes still on.
"Is he here?" Eijiro calls after him, an awful feeling stirring in his gut. There's sounds of a couple doors opening, boots thudding loudly.
"No." Katsuki calls back, hesitant.

"I'll call him."
It goes straight to voicemail.