Nomu of a Friend (EraserCloudMic)

Chapter 3

Third-person Shouta
T/W: Being Followed, Kidnapping, Stay Safe
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     It had been about two months since the trio had moved in together, so far things have been moving smoothly for the trio. Today, they were expecting a friend of theirs to visit.
     "When do you think she'll get here?" Oboro asked the other two inhabitants of the apartment.
     "She said she'd be here around twelve," Hizashi replied. Currently it was 12:21. They waited a couple more minutes before the heard a knock on the door. Instantly, both Oboro and Hizashi jumped up, settling with Oboro opening the door.
     "Hey!" Their friend's voice erupted as Oboro opened the door.
     "Kayama!" Oboro repeated the same enthusiasm for their friend. Kayama Nemuri was their friend, they meet her during their second year of high school, when she was a third year. She quickly joined in on their weird group, despite basically third-wheeling the whole time. She was also able to vibe with their weird energy.
     "Come in," Hizashi welcomed her into the apartment.
     "Don't mind if I do." She slipped past Oboro and entered the apartment.
     "Hi Yamada!" She pulled Hizashi into a hug, afterwards turning to look at Shouta. "Come here buddy."
     "No," Shouta told her, that didn't stop her though, she pulled him into a hug. Shouta just accepted it, weakly hugging her back.

     After they greeted each other, after it being around half a year since they last saw each other, they sat on the floor, still having no furniture. They started speaking about life and high school.
     "Do you still have Sushi?" Oboro asked Kayama, who nodded.
     "I still have him, he's adorable as always," She responded.
     "Pictures?" Shouta requested, to which Kayama pulled out her phone and started showing Shouta pictures Sushi, the cat she took in after being rescued by Oboro. Eventually she just gave Shouta her phone, letting him look through her pictures of the cat.
     "Anyway, when will you guys get couches? My butt's hurting from sitting on the ground," She asked her friends.
     "Kayama, we're broke. We can't get couches," Shouta responded, barely even looking up from her phone. "Besides, you get used to the floor."
     "Well, I want a comfy place to sit," she replied.
     "Then go to your place," Shouta huffed back.
     "You know what?" Kayama took her phone back from Shouta. "I think that's enough cat pictures for you." Shouta glared up at her.
     "Excuse me?" He obviously faked a mad tone. "I was looking at that."
     "Next time, don't back talk me boy." Shouta looked down, mainly to cover his face. Shouta's transgender, transitioning to male, so whenever someone referred to him as a boy, even as an insult or in a rude way, it made him smile. He couldn't help it. He was able to start testosterone, but was still awaiting top surgery.
     "Sorry," he quietly apologized, not wanting his happy tone to show.

     The four of them spoke a while more, then Kayama left, she said that Sushi's probably missing her so she should get back home.
     "Bye Kayama," Oboro bid her farewell.
     "See you guys later," she also said her goodbyes. The time was 4:38, they hung out a long time, just speaking about random things, which surprisingly can make the time fly. Shouta got up and went to their room.
     "Where are you going?" Oboro asked Shouta.
     "To our room," he replied sarcastically.
     "Well clearly. What are you doing?" He rephrased his question.
     "Getting ready for patrol," Shouta explained. "I'm bored so I'll do those."
     "Now?" Hizashi asked.
     "Well in a little bit, but I can shower now." He grabbed some stuff from their bedroom and went to the bathroom to shower because he's not a stinky boy, and to finish getting ready. That included him putting makeup on over his freckles to hide them and straightening his hair. He didn't get changed into his hero costume until later.

     He played on his phone until he felt ready to go on patrols. It was 9:30, and getting dark. He appreciated the cover of night, hiding him in the shadows, unaware of how it could just as well hide potential threats.
     "Okay guys, I'm off," he said to his boyfriends.
     "Stay safe, I love you," Oboro said goodbye.
     "I love you. Kick some ass," Hizashi also said goodbye.
     "I will to both of those. I love you both too," Shouta said goodbye to his boyfriends. They always told each other they loved them when they left the house. Shouta exited the apartment, locking the door behind him, and exited the apartment building for what would be the last time.

     Shouta's night had been pretty uneventful. The only interesting thing he saw was a child running out of a store with an apple, the store owner was chasing behind the child. He knew what it was like to be a hungry child, so he let the kid run off, it was just an apple after all.
     He also stopped a man from trying to steal the purse of a lady. Those two things were about the most exciting his night got, until he heard footsteps behind him. He always carried a small sense of paranoia with him, so he looked behind him to comfort himself. Nothing. No one was there. He thought this was weird but carried on walking.
     It was quiet for about ten more minutes, until he heard footsteps behind him again. Just like last time, he turned to look behind him, and there was nothing there. Now he was getting creeped out.
     "Hello?" He called into the vast darkness of the dimly lit city. The silence was the only answer he got. He got chills, and started to walk quicker down the street, he had a real bad feeling.
     He had been speed-walking for a while, before he was sure there was no one behind him. He let out a breath.
     "You're okay Shouta," he comforted himself, to no avail, it didn't do anything to help him. Just then he heard rustling in the alley next to him, he whipped his head to look. A small dog exited the alley. "Oh, hey buddy. You scared me," he laughed to himself.
     In the midst of him laughing to himself, he felt someone, multiple someones actually, grab him. He jerked, trying to get the hands to let go of him.
     "Let me go!" He yelled out to the seemingly hidden forces grabbing him. The next thing he knew, a sharp sensation was felt in his neck, and he could feel himself getting more and more tired by the second. He instantly knew he had just been drugged. But before he could call for help, he was unconscious.

     While being unconscious, he was dragged to a van that was parked a couple of streets away. He was placed in the back of it and tied up, just incase he woke up. His kidnappers then got into the van and drove off.
     No one saw the event take place.

     That was the last time he would ever been seen again. At least, the last time 'Shouta' would be seen again.