Heartless

The ticking of the clock is disproportionately loud in Izuku’s ears. He has been waiting for hours already, but it feels even longer. He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do in this situation. He can’t call anyone to tell about this. He fiddles with Katsuki’s phone in his hand, the display locked. Izuku doesn’t know the passcode, so he can’t access the phonebook. And he doesn’t know how else he could find out the number of Katsuki’s parents. Katsuki hasn’t told him where they live or their first names and Izuku has no idea how to look them up.