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The black hooded figure quietly made it's way through the raging crowd, invisible to the eyes of the people who were fighting to get closer to the stage where Nitro was performing. It's not that the music displeased him, on the contrary, he'd be one of the first to be hypnotized by it under normal circumstances. However, the teenager wasn't here for the music this time. He hadn't been back here in a while. He found himself a quiet corner against the wall and stared at the stage with his heterochromatic eyes. He could see the singer well. Of course he didn't have the same observant eyes as a certain green-haired therapist, but even he could tell that something was different. Although he did not know what.

After a couple of hours, when the show ended and Nitro left, the boy made his way to the backstage, reserved to Shigaraki and his gang. At the entrance, a familiar figure stopped him.

"No one passes here, kid." Said Kurogiri. "If you want more supplies, ask the guys in the room."

Instead of replying, the teen removed his hoodie and presented his expressionless face to Tomura's right hand man.

"Todoroki? You're back. Finally found a way to bail from the center?"

"Yeah. Can I go see Tomura?" He asked.

"Sorry, we're Thursday. He's out getting the money from the external dealers."

"Oh, right." Replied the boy, showing a slight disappointment.

"He'll be back in a couple of hours. You can chill in the back room until he gets here if you want."

"Yeah, I'll wait a bit."

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"I'm crashing with a friend, not far." Lied the two-face.

The truth was that he perfectly knew that Tomura wasn't here on Thursdays nights. As he reached the back room, he realized that no one was there. No wonder, Tomura and Nomou were collecting and the others were selling in the club. Since HELLGATE was full, it was all hands on deck. Meaning the only ones who would come in here were probably the band members to relax and get drunk. Indeed, a few minutes later, they joined him with the exception of Nitro. Usually, they barely noticed his presence because Tomura was always there. Today was no different.

"And one more intense night of work over." Said one. "I hope the boss's got us some good stuff."

"Come on. We're having it easy lately. Nitro's finally stopped getting pissed every time we made a mistake."

"It's kind of weird if you ask me. He's been like that for a while now. Like he just doesn't give a damn anymore. By the way, did the boss get a new mule? You know ever since that two-faced brat went missing again, the supplies are dropping."

"Yeah, he's looking for one. Gotta admit, that brat was so quiet, he made a pretty good mule. It'll be hard to find someone as good as him."

"Meh, the boss will manage. If one's not enough, he'll get another."

Shouto didn't move. He was the kind of person that kept his reactions to himself, but hearing this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock. Mr Midorya and Mina had been right all this time. It's not like he doubted the guy. But somehow, hearing this still made him sick to his stomach. His eyes watered in tears of rage, but he forbade them to fall and kept listening to their conversation.

"Though he seems pretty confident that the kid will come back."

"All the better then. We'll have three more."

"Seriously though. What do you think is up with Nitro? He's just … not acting like Nitro."

"Maybe his girlfriend dumped him, for all I care. Honestly, as long as he leaves us the hell alone I don't give a damn if something's wrong with him. He's an asshole anyways."

"At least we agree on that."

They laughed. Shouto remained quiet, invisible to them. If he was right, then Nitro was the source of Mr Midorya's problems. Or at least at the center of it. Being so quiet all of his life, the teen had learned to use his eyes and ears better than his tongue and words. He could tell that much. But it seemed like the singer wasn't unaffected either. Something bad must have gone down between the two of them. Although he couldn't guess what it was, he was determined to help the man that had gone this far for him. It was the least he could do after having caused him so much trouble.

He closed his eyes for a moment thinking about his next move. After some reflexion he opened them again, and stood up, making the band members finally notice him. He ignored their comments and stepped out of the room before heading for the back alley, where the singer went to smoke. But the moment he stepped outside, he saw the blond man exiting the alley. Frowning, he wondered where he was going and decided to tail him. That was one other thing he was pretty good at. The streets of this district at night were far from the safest. Maybe the singer was looking for trouble. Shouto didn't have to be a psychologist to know that it was a way to let off some steam when something was bothering you and it was far from unusual for Nitro. Still, the singer usually didn't go around picking fights at 2 in the morning. He tailed him for a couple of streets until the singer suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"I know you're there. Come out." He ordered.

The two-face flinched in surprise. Had he been on to him from the start? After some hesitation, he stepped out of hiding and Katsuki turned around.

"Oh, it's you." He said, eyeing him. They looked at each other for a long time, before Katsuki turned around and resumed his walk. Shouto took a deep breath before catching up to the singer and walking behind him. He was surprised that the singer didn't just send him to hell, like he would've done with anyone else. The silence between the two was unsettling for the teen. What was going on inside this guy's head?

"You're a creepy little shadow, you know that kid?" Finally let out Katsuki, without ever turning around.

Shouto didn't reply and Katsuki growled at the lack of response. It was like he was being ignored and stared at through a microscope at the same time. And by a kid none the less. So he kept walking through the streets with the kid on his trail. It's not like he gave a damn if Tomura had sent him to tail him. In fact, not much mattered anymore. They finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse that was familiar to both of them. It used to be an old factory and was now Tomura's stashing place. Seeing as the door was locked and he was certainly not going back to HELLGATE to ask Tomura for the key, the singer grabbed a brick from the ground and tossed it through the window before entering. The teen followed him in.

"Tomura's gonna freak if you steal." He commented with a monotone voice.

"Does it look like I give a damn what that bastard thinks?" Retorted the singer. "And whoa, you can talk after all."

Shouto stood there for a moment, silent and observing the actions of Katsuki. The singer walked over to the wooden boxes and kicked one of the them, breaking it and small plastic zip locks with white powder in them fell out. He growled and skipped to the next one, getting the same result.

"What are you looking for?" Asked Shouto.

"None of your fucking business, kid."

"I know this warehouse like the back of my hand. I can save you a lot of time." He simply explained, not reacting to the singer's foul mouth. If the glare Katsuki threw him impressed him, he didn't show it.

"You're a fucking idiot kid."

"Why?"

"You should've bailed when you had the chance and stayed to hell away from this place. You had the chance, but you preferred to come back and be that bastard's puppet until you die. Talk about dependency."

"Isn't it the same for you?" Replied Shouto.

This time, the singer was the one who kept silent and resumed his box breaking activity.

"You know what happened to Mr Midorya, don't you Nitro?"

Katsuki froze in his movement and turned to the teen once more. "What?"

"Ever since Mr Midorya came back from here a few weeks ago, he's changed. Logically speaking, it's probably your fault."

"Tch. Don't talk about shit that you don't understand. It's not a something a kid should put his nose into."

"I may be a kid but I know what it's like to suffer. I know what it's like to feel like the entire world is crumbling around you and drown in your own despair. I've been there, so don't talk to me like I can't understand adult stuff."

"Cocky brat." Growled back the singer. "What the hell do you want?"

"I want to know what's happening with Mr Midorya."

"Why do you even care? Forget about it. The further that damn nerd is from me, the better."

"The others talk behind your back, you know. Apparently you haven't been doing so great either."

"What is this, an interrogation? Get lost kid."

"Okay." Simply replied Shouto, before taking a step closer to the singer. "But just so you know, between the two of us, I think it's pretty obvious who the fool is."

Again, Katsuki didn't respond but he frowned harder and his fists clenched. No one had ever heard of Nitro beating up a kid, even if he was easy to piss off. But right now, he seemed this close to loosing control. So the teen decided to continue.

"You yelled at me for hesitating when Mr Midorya came to get me from HELLGATE. Doesn't that make you an idiot for staying?" Asked Shouto, with no condescendence whatsoever in his voice. "You're probably not gonna care, but Mr Midorya was here to help you. I'm 100% sure of that at least."

"... What's the point in telling me this?"

"Maybe to warn you, like you warned me. Because I'm glad you did."

'Hold on. So the brat didn't come back to the gang after all?'

The two stared at each other for a long moment until the sound of glass breaking got their attention. It seemed someone had fallen down while trying to enter the warehouse through the same window than them. Both their eyes widened when they realized the figure had messy green hair.

"Mr Midorya!" Exclaimed the teen, for once showing visible surprise.

When the therapist heard his name, he immediately stood back up and ran towards him, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders. "Shouto! Thank goodness! Are you alright?"

"Uh, yes sir... but what are you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Izuku sighed loudly and threw him an angry glare. "What in the world are you doing back here? I thought everything was going well..."

"It is! I swear Mr Midorya! I didn't come back here because of Tomura..."

The therapist's eyes widened and he lifted his head to look at the singer who hadn't budged or spoken since he got here.

"Kacchan..."

The moment he pronounced this word, Katsuki turned around, showing his back to him. "Given the circumstances, I'm gonna pretend I didn't see you."

Having said that, he started walking away. A weird sensation was occupying his mind though. Something like a mix of bitterness and anger, but he decided to ignore them and started walking away.

"Kacchan, wait!" Called out Izuku.

His cry instantly stopped him in his track and he wondered why the hell the nerd had such influence over his actions. Damn him! He wanted to keep walking away and ignore him. But his legs refused to obey for some reason. Katsuki clenched his teeth and remained immobile.

"Please... tell me what I have to do to make you believe that I'm on your side?" He asked.

His side? He dared to ask something like that? That cursed nerd face! "My side? Don't screw with me Deku. You never were. The only reason you came here was because my old lady asked you. And like always perfect little Izuku couldn't say no. You just had to come see it for yourself, didn't you? How lowly I'd fallen."

"That's not true!" Shouted the green-haired lad, scandalized. "How can you even think that?"

Katsuki scoffed. "You're still gonna play dumb after lying to my face for an entire month? Sorry Deku, I never fall twice for the same trick, you of all people should know that."

"But I wasn't tricking you! I'm sorry I lied, but if I'd told you the truth from the beginning there was no chance that you would've listened to me. Why won't you believe me?"

The singer finally whipped around and faced his childhood friend, throwing him a murderous glare. "BECAUSE YOU GOT NO FUCKING REASON TO WANT TO HELP ME, YOU DAMN NERD!"

That sentence froze Izuku on the spot. He stared in shock at his old friend, wondering if that was what had been on his mind since the beginning. Seeing as he didn't respond, the angry singer kept on going. "EVEN WHEN WE WERE KIDS, I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO EARN YOUR GOODWILL! NOT ONCE! I BULLIED YOU AND TREATED YOU LIKE SHIT ALL THROUGHOUT MIDDLE AND HIGH SCHOOL! I NEVER DID ANYTHING FOR YOU! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME?!"

Being a good samaritan to assholes had it's limits, that was one thing Katsuki was sure about. There was only so much you could do for one person, especially if they didn't do anything in return. Deku hadn't come here because of him, but because of his mother. So why? Why did he keep crawling back, even though he clearly rejected him? Was he just insane or a complete idiot? A little of both, probably. Katsuki panted in rage as he stared at the silent therapist who was looking at him with those wide eyes he had when he was shocked.

"I'll admit, you caught me off guard the other day. Pretty clever of you to make me spill my guts when I was sick. I didn't even realize you were manipulating me like a puppet."

Izuku clenched his teeth and started shaking, but not so strong as Katsuki would notice. Therefore, the latter continued. "My head's clear now though. After thinking about it some more, I realized it was impossible. I never did anything for you. So why the hell would you even bother to do something for me? No one is that good. Look at you, you're not even denying it."

For the second time tonight, Shouto showed visible shock on his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. That description resembled anyone but Mr Midorya. He felt his own blood boil in his veins and opened his mouth to say something, but the therapist extended a hand in front of him, stopping him.

"Shouto. Go back to the center."

"Huh? But Mr Mido..."

"Go." Ordered the therapist, without even raising his voice.

The two-faced kid hesitated before taking a few steps back and walking away. But instead of exiting the building, he decided to hide behind the pile of wooden boxes that contained the gang's merchandise and observe. The two childhood friends were staring at each other again before Izuku finally spoke.

"I only ever came here to help you." Said the therapist with a quiet voice. "I never had any other objective in mind. Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"

A vein almost popped on the singer's forehead when he heard that, and with a quick pace he walked over to Izuku and grabbed him by the shirt. "You bet your sorry ass I do! You should be happy though. You got something to laugh at me about for the rest of your days. That should satisfy your selfish ass. Enjoy your revenge and get lost, Deku."

"How dare you, Kacchan?"

"..." The singer was not expecting that answer to his outburst.

"You don't know anything about me." Said the therapist, frowning more than ever. "How dare you judge me!"

"Look who's talking, shit nerd!" Shouted back Katsuki.

"I NEVER JUDGED YOU! Can't you tell the..."

Izuku suddenly froze when he noticed something. Even an outburst of anger like this couldn't blind his keen eye for details for long. In the space of one second, his brain analyzed Katsuki. Shaking and cold hands. Sweat. Blood shot eyes. Bags under the eyes, betraying insomnia. The veins on the neck slightly visible. Izuku's shocked gaze suddenly reappeared on his face, catching the singer off guard.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"Kacchan, are you taking Dragon Dive?" Asked Izuku.

"How's that any of your fuckin'..."

Before he could finish that sentence, a powerful fist crashed into his jaw, making him let go off the therapist and take a step back grunting. But before he could even realize he'd been hit, a left hook smacked him on the cheek and then another hit on the chin. He tasted iron and threw a shocked glare at the therapist who was panting like he was trying to contain an unbearable rage.

"You son of a …." Started the singer, growling like an animal, but he froze. Tears were streaming down the green-haired lad's face and anger was burning in his eyes. A thousand times more intense than during their fight in his apartment.

"Was it me Kacchan? Was I the one who pushed you over the edge? Was it me who made you fall down again?"

There it was, just like back when they were kids. The guilt Izuku so easily took on whenever people would blame him. It was resurfacing. Katsuki hated it for some reason. He jumped back on his feet and ran at full speed towards the therapist.

"MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!" He shouted, raising his right fist, intending to break the nerd's jaw.

But instead of cowering like he thought he would, Izuku sprang forward, grabbed the singer's arm, and with agile motion, sent him over his shoulder. Katsuki landed heavily on his back and got his breath cut off instantly. Izuku kept a firm hold on his arm to keep him from moving.

"Make up your's Kacchan! Either it's not my business, or it's my fault! It can't be both!" He twisted his arm more to keep him from attempting to move, earning himself the painful grunt of the singer. "I told you I wasn't as weak as before."

Katsuki clenched his teeth so hard he could've shattered them. "Point... taken... bastard!"

Instead of trying to free his arm, Katsuki sent his foot into Izuku's shin. The green-haired lad cried out in pain and released the singer's arm. The second Katsuki was on his feet, he attacked him again with a series of quick and powerful punches aimed for the face, stomach and solar plexus.

"YOU'RE STILL A HUNDRED YEARS TOO EARLY TO TAKE ME ON!" He shouted as he threw his knee in his childhood friend's stomach before grabbing him by the collar again. "What the hell is your problem?! Why are you so obsessed with me, huh?! What's your goal, damn it?!"

Izuku's nose was bleeding heavily and might have been broken. His face was already heavily bruised and his head was killing him. None the less, he somehow found the strength to look up at Katsuki and speak.

"You said I couldn't possibly have any reason to want to help you? That's where you're wrong Kacchan. So very wrong."

Taking advantage of the slight second of distraction, Izuku grabbed him by the collar as well and smashed his forehead against the singer's as hard as he could. Thrown back with a bleeding nose, the latter brought his hand to his face.

"You have no idea how grateful I am to have met you. Without you, I'd never be where I am today."

"Huh? The hell? Are you screwing with me again?"

Before he could take another step, Izuku punched him in the face again.

"SHUT UP AND PAY ATTENTION, MORON!" Shouted Izuku, immediately shutting him up. "You don't realize it, but everything I am, everything I have today is because of you Kacchan."

"..."

"When I say you're amazing, I mean it. You're the greatest inspiration I had. You're the reason I pushed forward."

"Shut up!"

"It's the truth. I was lost, weak and desperate. I wasn't fit to live where we were. You were the one who gave me something to aspire to. I found my will to become great because of you!"

Katsuki's eyes seemed to dry up even more and at lightening speed, he threw his fist into the therapist's ribs. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!"

Once more, the green-haired lad clenched his teeth as the wave of pain travelled through his body, but refusing to let it get to him, he sent his elbow into his assailant's temple.

"You still think I'm lying?! Who the hell would go this far to make someone else believe a lie?!"

The singer spat out some blood, and hit Izuku in the face again. "How the hell should I know?! I'm not in that nerd head of yours! I just don't get what's your problem, and it pisses me off!"

Another left hook to the face made the therapist grunt in pain again. But it didn't seem to be enough to keep him down. "I TOLD YOU I WANT TO SAVE YOU!"

With that last shout, Izuku raised his hand one more time and chopped the taller man on the throat, effectively cutting off his breath and making him fall to his knees as he almost passed out. One more effective move that Professor Yagi had taught him. Both of them panted as the sting of their wounds started to make themselves noticeable with the adrenaline going down.

"No matter... what you might think..." Said Izuku in between heavy breaths. "You're someone that matters to me Kacchan... And I can't stand that the person who was my inspiration for all my life is destroying himself right in front of me, without even thinking of asking for help."

"Tch. That's your reason for sticking to me like glue? What a load of crap..." Said the singer with a still chocked voice.

"Don't say that! I'm dedicating my entire life to helping people who lost themselves. Do you have any idea how it feels when it happens to a friend and you can't do anything? It's the most frustrating feeling in the world! And to top it all of, it had to be you! The most pig-headed guy I ever met in my entire life! And now you're telling me I'm selfish to try and help? Give me a break already! I've always been here, Kacchan! Now it's your turn. Please reach out to me! So that I can save you!"

Izuku had expected the singer to retort by shouting something and was ready to send his fist in his face again, but instead Katsuki remained quiet. He was eying the therapist from the ground. His head was clearer now somehow. Maybe the fight had messed up his brain because it felt like jello. Maybe that's why the damn nerd's last words were replaying in his head over and over. He snapped out of it when a slow clapping resonated in the warehouse.

"Isn't that a great speech?" Said a hoarse voice that made both of them cringe.

Izuku's eyes widened in fear when he saw Tomura Shigaraki entering followed by six or seven of his guys, including Nomou and Kurogiri. This was bad. The green-haired lad was beat up, and his head was hurting him like crazy.

"Shigaraki..."

"Well, well, if it isn't Izuku Midorya. Your presence here means our deal didn't mean that much to you I see."

Not knowing how to reply, the therapist clenched his teeth. But Tomura continued. "I know you're here Todoroki. Come on out." He said with a sickly sweet voice, like someone would call a cat.

"He's already gone." Said Izuku.

"Really? Then maybe this will help him come back. Kurogiri."

The man with black paint on his face that until now hidden behind Nomou, took a step forward. But he was not alone. One of his arms was wrapped around the neck of a pink haired girl that was struggling in his grasp, and the other, holding a knife.

"Mina!" Exclaimed the therapist.

"Mr...Midorya..." She let out with a voice strangled with fear.

Izuku took a step forward but froze when Kurogiri, placed the blade under her throat. "Don't move."

A nasty grin stretched across the dealer's face. "I found this lovely lady snooping around HELLGATE looking for you, Todoroki. At least do her the favor of showing her your face. I'll give you ten seconds."

A strike of fear squeezed the two-faced teen's heart as the dealer started counting and he quickly walked out of his hiding place, surprising both his therapist and Nitro. But Shigaraki seemed happier than ever. And that was not a good sign.

"There you are. I've missed you."

The green-haired lad placed himself in front of the teen. "Stay back, Shouto."

"Now, what should I do with all of you?"


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