Mental

Chapter 22

They had spent the entire day coming up with a plan. Mitsuki had brought them dinner at some point, neither one realizing she was there until plates were being set down on the coffee table right in front of them. Both male's eyebrows raised in surprise, before looking ahead of them to see the older woman, arms crossed, eyebrow raised in a disappointed scowl. The men looked at each other in confusion before looking back at her.

“When was the last time you two ate? And what are you two planning?” Mitsuki asks, walking around to the back of the couch to look at the papers and blueprints scattered across the table.

“I… don’t know? What time is it?” Keigo asks, hand on his chin, a puzzled expression settled onto his face. He had no idea what time it was or how long they had been sitting there.

“He found Deku. We are putting a plan together to save him. He might be seriously injured.” Katsuki says, pushing the food aside to get a better look at the blueprints Keigo had got of the house Uraraka was keeping Izuku in.

“Really?! What did they do to him?!” She asks worried, she missed Izuku too and already felt like he was part of her family.

Keigo spent the next 15 minutes filling Mitsuki in on everything as the duo ate dinner, while Katsuki stood up, pacing around the couch and coffee table while looking over the blueprints and the kidnappers' schedules. He was hoping to find a time to break into the old run-down house while the two freaks were out, leaving Izuku alone in the house. As far as he could tell, Uraraka always made sure that there was someone in the house with the greenette at all times. Usually, herself.

“We just need 10 minutes of them gone to get in and out with Deku to avoid us being seen.” Katsuki mutters, still pacing. The blondes on the couch look up at him. Realizing what he was thinking about. Mitsuki gripped her chin with her hand, another arm crossed under the one holding her face, with a clinical expression as an idea started circling through her brain.

“Maybe I can help with that.” She said, gaining the attention of the males. Keigo raised his eyebrow in confusion as Katsuki stopped pacing in front of them, on the other side of the coffee table.

“What do you mean, mom?” The youngest says, surprising Mitsuki, who can’t help but smile in happiness at being called mom and not Hag.

“I could rent out the restaurant they work at for a night and make it such a big party that they need all their staff on duty. That way they would have no choice but to leave Izuku unattended for a couple of hours. Which would allow you guys time to slip in and out, unknown to Ochako and Monoma.” The older woman said, smirking at the idea, already planning what kind of event it should be as she looked at the restaurant's website and reviews. It was a nice place, good reviews. It was only an adult restaurant because of the bar, smoking allowed rule, and the wait staff wearing ‘revealing’ uniforms. Almost like a classier strip club, without the strippers or poles.

“Do you really think you could do that because it is a great idea! As far as I can tell, they don’t have a third person helping them. It’s just the two of them, so theoretically, if we made their work so busy that neither one could get away with calling in sick or asking for time off, Izuku would be left alone at the house.” Keigo says, thinking it through while going through all the information that he had gathered. Katsuki’s crimson eyes are wide with hope. Hoping with every part of his being that this could really work.

Just as he is about to say something, a sharp nerve bursting pain shoots across his back. Katsuki screams in agony as he drops to his knees, hands flying up to hold his head as the pain worsens. Tears flowed down his face faster than a raging river over a waterfall. His wrecked sobs combine with screams of pain.