Shinso had been missing for weeks. There one day, completely disappeared the next. He just didn't show up for class. Wasn't in his dorm. There was no sign of a struggle, no evidence that he had run willingly, no flashy kidnapping, nothing.
A few weeks later, something was up with the staff of UA. They were clearly on edge, and seemed to be covering each other's classes and running on odd schedules.
Because, while they hadn't told anyone, Shinso had been found, and had only calmed down when taken to UA (though he had to be hidden away in a secure room, as far away from the rest of the campus as possible).
Still, the staff wasn't sure about telling anyone yet. Not considering the... condition he was in.
These last few weeks had felt empty.
After hearing Hitoshi had gone missing, Neito's whole world had crumbled around him. Desperate to be involved, he was only allowed to tag along for a few search missions before they denied him access to their intel. Not being allowed to do so only made him think two things: they were never going to find him, or they'd found him dead.
Like a husk of his former self, the blonde made his way through the notions of his day amongs this classmates - he'd even stopped harassing 1A whenever their classes intertwined. It wasn't until he caught wind that he'd been found that the ilfe started to seep back into him.
For days he watched their routing, figuring out when teachers would change shifts and leave Shinso alone. When the time finally came for him to strike, Neito lay in wait and slipped in through the door during their lunch - having stolen Hagakure's quirk as she passed by in the halls. However, knowing he needed to be fully naked to get in there, the male brought along his tracksuit and dipped inside with speed that even surprised himself.
Once the door had shut behind him, Neito flicked the lock and pulled on his clothes before revealing himself, blue orbs lifting from the floor to finally glance about the room. eyes immediately growing wide and brimming with tears. *He was alive*. With a soft pained noise, he stepped forward into the room, hands wringing in front of his body.