villain who?

4

Shoto put his phone down. He wasn't really considering going, right?
...
Right?
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Me: You're can't be serious.
Me: Right?
Me: ???

He waited a minute. No response. He couldn't actually go through with this, right? He couldn't play into this. It's probably not even him. Probably some person trying to lure him into something- which is a probable accusation, considering the countless villains he's put behind bars with his work.
Shoto's brain struggled to wrap around the choices he had. He could call the police and tell them the situation. Or go, probably get kidnapped by some random person if it's not him, and probably never be seen again. 
If it's not him.
He thought, 
But what if it is him?

xxx

Shoto sighed. If something happens, it's his fault. It's his fault for going. It's his fault for hoping- now, for what? He had no idea. Maybe he was hoping to 'capture' Katsuki, but this time for good. Maybe he was hoping that his countless hours wasted on his laptop, weren't in-fact wasted.  He didn't understand. 
All he could understand was that he was going. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as he walked down the practically empty street. A car passed him every-so-often, but besides that, it was deserted. Which is what's expected walking around a less popular section of the city at almost 3 AM. 
Shoto knew exactly what building the text was talking about. He passes it every time he drives home from work. Or- every time he did drive home from work.  Ever since he became, basically, obsessed with the issue, he hasn't been working. At least, not working at the office. He's been 'working' from home, which he honestly preferred. Shoto liked being alone. He liked the feeling. He was never lonely- there's a big difference between being 'alone' and being 'lonely'. But most people don't understand that difference. He's always been, for the most part, alone; never took any special interests in anyone, nor did he reach out to people often. But it went right back at him. No one really reached out to him, but then again, Shoto never really gave anyone a chance to reach out to him.
Shoto continued walking and zoned out in his thoughts. Time slowed down- or maybe it sped up. He wasn't quite sure.  All he knew was that he was there. He sighed and looked at the building. It was definitely old; the windows were paneled, most of them were a musty shade of grey with something brown-ish surrounding the frame of each window on the actual glass. There was a door in front of him, but it looked as if it hadn't been opened for years. The hinges were completely rusted. He wouldn't be surprised if the door fell off with the slightest touch. The building itself looked to only have one level from the outside, but there was probably more inside. 
Shoto walked over to the door and looked at it. He put his hand out and rested it against the door. It was cold and dirty with dust. He sighed and moved his hand down, then placed it on the rusted handle. He turned the handle down, noticing how the rust fought to keep it still, but with no luck. 
"Oh, my god." a voice said. 
Shoto jumped in place at the sound. He turned around quickly and looked around, and everything went silent. 
"You actually came!" the voice said, much too enthusiastic for the situation. Shoto looked out in front of him still. Where was it coming from?
Shoto saw a flash of light and backed up a little. He choked back a yell when he was pushed back against the door that was now behind him. "Wha-?!" he looked in front of him, and his heart almost skipped a beat.
Katsuki smiled at him. "I didn't think you'd come! I mean, it was kinda shady, I will admit." he continued talking and Shoto just stared at him. Was this real? No. This can't be real. It ca-
"Helloooooo?" Katsuki snapped his fingers. "Are you even listening to me?" he huffed and crossed his arms.
"I- um- what-?" Shoto stuttered.
"You weren't. Rude."
"I- rude?"

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sorry, this is kinda short-