villain who?

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Shoto blushed slightly more, and Katsuki smirked at the reaction. 'I'm done talking now.'' he said loudly and looked at the mirror behind Shoto.

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Shoto sighed and got up. He grabbed the folder and pushed the chair against the table, mentally cringing at the sound it made,  then turned and walked to the door. He stood there for a few seconds, before grabbing the handle and opening the door. 
He walked out of the room, the door closing behind him with a small click. Shoto walked to the small room that was positioned on the other side of the one-way mirror, then opened the door and walked inside. There was an officer sitting on one of the two black desk chairs  in the room, Shoto's boss leaned up against the wall farthest from the door holding a clipboard and writing down what Shoto would have assumed were notes from the interview. The two men looking at Katsuki, who was waving at the mirror. 
Shoto walked over to his boss and handed him the folder, "Here." he said and his boss looked at him. 
"Nice job, Shoto." he said and took the folder.  Shoto hummed in response. "We're going to bring him to one of the holding cells while we figure everything else out. We have enough evidence to tie him to at least one of the crimes he's committed, so we can hold him for a bit while we collect everything else for the trial."
An officer walked into the interrogation room with 'handcuffs' that looked to be specifically made for Katsuki-- Or at least, specifically made to accommodate his type of quirk. Katsuki put his hands out when the officer walked over to him, the officer wasting no time to put the cuffs on him. 
Shoto walked over to the mirror and sat down next to the officer on one of the chairs. He watched as Katsuki got up and the officer brought him out of the room.  He was brought to a holding cell, his hands still cuffed together but his ankles free from the chains that held them before. 
Shoto, his boss, and the officer walked out of the room after Katsuki was brought to his cell. 
"So, Shoto," his boss said. "I want you to go and see if you can get anything else from him. Since he only talks to you, maybe he'll talk more once he's 'alone'." He opened the folder to put the paper he had written on inside, and immediately all of the papers from within fell to the floor. 
"Oh!" Shoto bent down and collected all the papers from the floor, then stood up to hand them to the boss. "That's never happened befo-" he cut himself off when he realized what happend, and dropped the papers "Oh no."
"Shoto..?" his boss looked at him, confused, as he closed the folder. "Are you all right?"
"Oh no." Shoto repeated and took off running down the hall. He took a sharp left hand turn and ran to where the holding cells were. He ran to the last cell on the right, where Katsuki was scheduled to be held. He looked inside and gasped. 
Katsuki was gone, and on the wall were the handcuffs hanging on an unfolded paper clip somehow pushed into the wall like a pin. The words "I told you" were scratched into the wall underneath it all.
Shoto took everything in, then took a deep breath. "Oh fuck-"

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It's been three months since the "incident." No one has seen Katsuki since then, or seen any crimes that looked to be related to him.  Shoto might have said that Katsuki stopped everything all together; that maybe he decided crime wasn't for him- but he knew that wasn't true. As much as he might have hoped, there is no way that could be the truth. Katsuki Bakugou- the Katsuki Bakugou; who got out of a heavily guarded cell with a paperclip, avoided police capture for years, and did, honestly, what most people believed he couldn't.  There is no way in hell that he just stopped. 
He must be up to something. He has to be up to something. Shoto thought to himself. Over. And over. And over, again. 
It was practically driving him crazy. He was practically driving himself crazy. 
He reviewed all the information he had on Katsuki- his name, age, height, birthday, everything they have ever had on the man. Not that it helped much. They didn't know who he had been working with, nor did they know where he lived, or even if he did, in-fact, own a house or any other place to live. They knew basically nothing. 
The other thing driving Shoto crazy was the words scratched into the wall; I told you. Katsuki did  tell him. He told him he was going to get out- which was true. Surprisingly true. So what if everything else Katsuki had said was true? What if it was all going to happen how he had told it? But on the same token, what if Katsuki was just fucking with him in any way he could? What if Katsuki wanted him to believe it was going to happen, just to drive him crazy so he would be more concerned on it, and not on finding him. Too many 'what if's. Waaaaaay too many.

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Another month passed, still no word about Katsuki. Another day wasted on re-reading the same words he had read almost every day for about four months. It was infuriating. 
Shoto sighed and closed his laptop, after checking the time. 1:12 AM. It's routine by this point. Staying closed in his house, spending hours on his laptop, looking at news articles and videos and basically whatever he could find about Katsuki and the crimes he committed. Then around 1 or 2 AM, shutting everything down and climbing in bed, just to wake up the next say and start over again.
He grabbed his phone and walked to his bedroom. Shoto closed the door after he walked in and tossed his phone on the bed. He pulled off his shirt and took off his pants, then walked to his dresser. He pulled on a pair of light grey sweatpants, and put on a dark purple hoodie, then walked over to the bed and laid down. He yawned and rolled over on his side, then reached over to the nightstand and pulled the small chain on the side of the lamp, being completely engulfed in darkness. Shoto had just barely fallen asleep when he was jolted awake by a small ding. He sat up and pulled the chain to turn the lamp on.
He blinked a few times as his eyes slowly got accustomed to the light after being in complete darkness for what he would have assumed as only 10 minutes at most. There was another ding and he looked down at the foot of the bed to see his phone, the screen lit, showing a notification. Shoto sighed and grabbed his phone, then looked at the notification bar. There was a text from an unknown number. An unknown number. He immediately typed in his password, and unlocked his phone, then clicked on the text. 

Unknown: hey pretty boy, 
Unknown: you up?

Shoto looked at his phone, confused. He took a few seconds before responding.

Me: I'm sorry? Who is this?
Unknown: so you are awake
Me: Yes?
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: you still don't know?
Me: No?
Unknown: do you want a hint?
Me: I don't know?
Unknown: yes or no
Me: I suppose yes?
Unknown: "i told you so"

Shoto's heart almost skipped a beat. What? There is no way. There is no fucking way. This isn't true. This is probably someone just messing with him. There is n- 
He was interrupted by another text. 

Unknown: you get it yet?
Me: No, no. There is no way.
Unknown: no "hi"? or "oh, my god. i'm so excited to hear from you!" very rude
Me: Oh, my god.
Unknown: hm. that's an... okay reaction
Me: What is this?
Unknown: whatever do you mean?
Me: How did you get my number? 
Unknown: i can't just tell you that, now can i? 
Me: You can.
Unknown: eh. that's no fun
Me: This isn't him.
Me: You have no proof.
Me: Anyone could know "I told you so"
Unknown: wow. so dismissive. you want proof then?
Me: Yes. Give me proof.
Unknown: "Katsuki Bakugou crimes"
Unknown: "Katsuki Bakugou"
Unknown: "News articles on Bakugou, Katsuki"

Shoto gasped. Those were the last things he searched before he went to bed. There is no way. No way. No way. 

Unknown: i don't know if it's me, but you seem kinda obsessed
Me: That's not proof. It only shows you hacked my laptop.
Unknown: :(
Unknown: fine.
Unknown: meet at the abandoned warehouse a few miles from the ramen restaurant on the north side of town
Unknown: it's near your house, you should know where it is
Me: And how do I know this isn't a trick?
Unknown: you don't. you just gotta trust me
Me: Trust an unknown number texting me at 2:21 AM?
Unknown: yup.
Me: This is almost definitely a trick. 
Unknown: how low do you think of me?
Me: If this is really him, very very low.
Unknown: wow. that one hurt
Unknown: i was wrong about one thing
Me: Hm?
Unknown: i didn't just text you a location. 
Unknown: like i said i would

Shoto gasped once again at the messages he was reading. This isn't happening. Only him, his boss, and maybe that one officer that was in the room knew about this. And he had both their numbers. This is impossible. Right?

Unknown: but i was right about the rest.  
Unknown: you're going to go
Unknown: you're not going to bring anyone besides yourself
Unknown: and we're going to meet up
Me: No way.
Unknown: yes way.
Unknown: you got 20 minutes
Unknown: see you there

Shoto put his phone down. He wasn't actually considering going, right?
...
Right?

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sooo my last two "chapters" were really short, i hope this makes up for them. i'll be making chapters about this length in the future, too, so yeah. anyways, that's all i got for right now, so byeeeeeeeeee