With a Strum of My Heart Strings

I'm Way Too Young to Lie Here Forever

Shinsou groaned, throwing his phone across the room. All the yelling Jirou was doing was starting to give him a headache on top of his bone-rattling fear and worry.

"What'd they say? Did you ask about a search party? When can we come in? Are they sending someone to help?" she hurriedly asked, each question more frantic than the last. Though, Hitoshi was honestly just as scared as Jirou, even if he didn't visibly show it.

"They--" Shinsou had to take a deep breath to keep his voice from wavering. "They said we have to wait another twelve hours before they can even start to investigate." Jirou shot him a glare.

"What?" she practically screeched. "What's that supposed to mean? Why can't they just do it now?" Shinsou shook his head before holding it in his hands.

"They said that most missing persons reappear in the first forty-two hours," he explained. Even though that meant Denki would most likely be back by then, he had a sinking feeling in his gut that it wouldn't be that easy. Where the hell had Kaminari gone? Had someone taken him? Who would even take Denki in the first place?

Kyoka shook Shinsou from his thoughts, harshly grabbing him by his shoulders and causing him to look up at her. "We have to go keep searching. If something happened to him..." She trailed off, looking down at her feet. Neither of the two wanted to think about that. "We can't just sit here and do nothing." Though Shinsou wanted to leave this to the authorities, he had to agree. They needed to help Kaminari in any way they could.

"Right," he agreed, standing up from his seat at his kitchen table. "But how do we help?" Jirou put her finger to her chin in thought, humming. It was good to see that she had at least somewhat calmed down. Shinsou still felt a state of urgency thrumming in his chest, but he pushed it down and ignored it. They needed to think about this calmly and carefully. Being rash wouldn't be logical.

"Well," Kyoka started. The strain in her voice was well disguised but still apparent. She wasn't nearly as soothed as she appeared. "We could..." She hesitated again. Hitoshi wasn't surprised. He was having trouble thinking in these circumstances as well. Her eyes lit up as she spun around, finger now in the air. "How about we organize our own search party? " she suggested. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. "We could get Kirishima and Bakugou to join us for sure. Maybe even Shouto." Shinsou nodded.

"We can see if Sero would be willing to close the cafe for today so he and Mina could help," he added. Even with all of the unbridled resentment he felt towards Sero, he'd do anything to increase their chances of finding Kaminari. Even if that meant having to deal with the man.

"Good idea!" Kyoka exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "I'll call Mina. Kiri gave me her number. You see if you can convince Bakugou to help. If all else fails, get Kirishima to do it for you." Her smile and laughter were obviously forced, she was just trying to lighten the rather heavy atmosphere, and Shinsou silently thanked her for trying, at least.

"Okay," he agreed, reaching for his phone. "I'll try." When he felt his pocket was empty, he sighed lightly to himself, remembering how he'd tossed it across the room in his frustration.

Once he'd successfully found the previously disposed device, he brought up Bakugou's contact. After a moment of debating with himself on whether to text or just call the man, he decided on the latter with the mutter of a curse under his breath.

Bakugou picked up on the second ring, sounding more than annoyed about the sudden phone call.

"What?" he growled, though Shinsou didn't have time for his attitude right now.

"We need you and Kirishima to come to my apartment, as soon as you can," he rushed to tell him. "Jirou and I can explain everything when you get here." He knew it wouldn't be that easy to convince Bakugou, but he prayed that for once in his life the blond would just agree without question. But, of course, he had no such luck.