Shouto was in Izuku's apartment (his apartment?) putting his clothes into the spare room that Izuku had mentioned he could take. The room was pretty plain, but there was a decent sized bed and dresser so Shouto couldn't really complain. Honestly, the apartment as a whole was pretty bare boned and simple and was a pretty big downgrade from Endeavor's small mansion. Despite that, the apartment was undeniably homey. It was an unfamiliar feeling for Shouto to be in such a warm environment. Izuku had family pictures of him and his mom, All Might, and his friends all around the flat. In the living room there was a large hand-quilted blanket, probably made by Izuku's mother. Izuku also had quite a few plants in the kitchen, mostly various forms of succulents. Shouto was also pretty sure he had seen a marimo enclosure tucked away in Izuku's room when he passed by his open door.

Shouto sat down on the edge of his new bad and ran his fingers across the soft duvet. Everything had changed so fast. It felt like was still falling apart, and distantly he knew that wasn't going to change anytime soon. He still had to confront his father, deal with the press and any of the negative consequences of what was going to happen from the wedding. Of course Shouto knew that what he was doing was rash, he knew that it was going to create problems for him, for Izuku and for everyone attached to them. Hell, he wasn't even sure if Endeavor was going to let him stay as to be head of the company after this. For all Shouto knew, Endeavor could fire and disown him on the spot. He let out a groan and fell back into the bed and stared at the ceiling.

Izuku was without a doubt amazing, but was that any reason to marry him? Did he just condemn Izuku as well as himself? Momo was right after all, they really didn't know each other, and yet they were married. Izuku could grow to hate him. He could realize that maybe Shouto was too damaged, too broken. Maybe, Izuku will realize that Shouto just makes people's lives worse.

Shouto closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, it doesn't matter anymore, or at least, not at this very moment. They were already married and the media knew, there was no getting around this anymore. They will just have to burn those bridges when they got there. He laid there for a while, just running through the events that lead to all of this happening.

His eyes shot open (when did they close?) when he heard the front door open and slam shut. Shouto stood quickly and moved to see if Izuku had returned back from whatever hero business he had.

What Shouto expected to see was Izuku standing at the door with his signature beaming smile, maybe a bit scuffed up, but overall okay. Instead he saw something very different. Izuku slouched against the door. His uniform was covered in a thick layer of dust, looking closely he saw that the shoulder was singed. The whole front of Izuku's outfit was splattered with blood, as was his face and gloves. There was a bandage wrapped around Izuku's head that pulled the unruly green hair out of his face and a few pieces of gauze in and around his ears. Izuku's eyes were frightfully blank while tears made tracks in the dirt and grime down the sides of Izuku's cheeks. He looked wrecked and Shouto could only stare.

Hesitantly, he stepped forward, and gently squeezed Izuku's uninjured shoulder. Shouto definitely didn't know the social cues for this. Obviously, Izuku wasn't okay and that wasn't worth asking. He couldn't say it was going to be okay, considering he didn't know what was wrong. He definitely couldn't ask what happened without sounding harsh, especially when Izuku as upset as he did. Shouto said nothing.

Izuku slowly raised his head until he was staring Shouto in the eye. They stared at each other for a few moments. Shouto felt his internal panic raising the longer Izuku stared at him with his half lidded, miserable eyes. His panic came to a crescendo when Izuku slide down the wall, out from under Shouto's outstretched hand and to the floor. Izuku sobbed hard. Shouto's hand dropped to his side as he stared at his distraught husband. For a very brief moment Shouto considered leaving the room before overwhelming guilt hit him from the thought alone.

He swallowed hard and shuffled closer to Izuku. Shouto turned himself around and slide down the wall to the floor as well, so he was besides Izuku. Despite being a hero, Shouto was shit with words and infinitely worse with handling anyones (especially his own) emotions. So instead, he just ran a hesitant hand along Izuku's back in what he really hoped was a calming motion.

They must have sat there for the better part of an hour in relative silence. Izuku ranged from small fits of complete panic and long stretches apathy where he would just stare at his hands. Shouto was tempted to call someone, anyone, that might be better fit for dealing with this than himself, but ultimately didn't have any of Izuku's friend's numbers.

Shouto was startled slightly when one of Izuku's long bouts of silence was broken by a horse and cracked voice.

"I killed K-Kacchan."

Shouto stilled, his mind kicking into overdrive. Kacchan… he recognized the name. He just couldn't place where he heard it… Shouto didn't say anything.

"He and Kirishima were already at the scene. I-I got there and the villain e-exploded a b-building and got away. K-Kacchan was so-so angry and he grabbed me. Kirishima tried to s-stop the fighting b-but, Kacchan used his quirk to send K-Kirishima into the b-building, b-but it was compromised and collapsed. K-Kirishima d-d-died on impact." Shouto sucked in a sharp breath. He hadn't know Red Riot personally, but he heard that he was a reportedly good hero. Shouto also knew that Bakugou had personal issue with him (granted Bakugou had personal issue with everybody) from his various rants that Shouto has had to hear over the years.

"I-I was stunned, confused, and con-concussed. I wasn't thinking, I swear, I di-didn't mean to. Ba-Bakugou was j-j-just st-staring at me. A-and I w-was just so angry."

Shouto's stomach filled with dread as he slowly remembered that Izuku's childhood nickname for Bakugou was 'Kacchan.' He didn't say anything.

"H-he was l-l-looking for a fight too. I-I threw the first punch." Izuku let out a shuddering sob. "I-I-I k-k-kept p-punching, I-I wasn't thinking, I didn't s-stop. I k-k-killed him. I k-killed Kacchan."

Izuku was sobbing again, and all Shouto could do was stare at him with disbelief and horror. That couldn't be right. Izuku couldn't have done that. He was too good for that. Cement churned in Shouto's stomach because he knew. Despite how much a part of him screamed that this wasn't possible, Izuku wasn't a murder, he knew it was true. There was something undeniable about that. Shouto has for too long learned to listen to his instincts and he knew it was true. He felt gutted. Granted, Shouto would lying if he said he was actually grieved by Bakugou's death. He wasn't a good coworker or person, but despite that he didn't really deserve to die.

He looked at Izuku's burnt shoulder and remembered back to a conversation he and Izuku had over text just last night, they were discussing why Bakugou had challenged Izuku. He remembered Izuku telling him about all the shitty things that Bakugou has said and done to Izuku. All the bullying and suicide baiting he did. A bitter and small part of Shouto said if anyone had any right to kill Bakugou, it was probably Izuku.

Could he forgive Izuku for killing Bakugou?

Distantly, Shouto knew that wasn't really a question. Izuku had essentially saved Shouto from himself. From his own self destructive path he was walking. Izuku was his saviour. He was flawed and imperfect but to Shouto, he would always be of immeasurable importance. The death of a man he didn't like in the first place wouldn't change that.

Besides, he was his husband now, and for god's sakes they have been married for approximately two hours and it was too soon to fuck that up. They had to figure this out, because despite being a hero it's still a criminal offense to kill someone.

Shouto pushed himself so he kneeling in front of Izuku. "What happened next? Did anyone come after that?"

Izuku looked up at him with confusion, his face etched with shame and guilt.

"What happened after you realized that Bakugou was dead? Did the police come? Does anyone know you killed him?"

Izuku swallowed hard. "A-after, E-Eraserhead came with the police. H-he said that there would be an investigation in place and that I will temporarily have my license suspended until they have figured out what happened."

Shouto nodded. Considering Red Riot was a part of Head Office, Eraserhead probably had a special interest in figuring out what happened. He looked up at Izuku. He was the number six hero which means he has quite a strong reputation. If they played this right, and got the right story going than Izuku's own credibility will probably be good enough to sell their story. However, they would have to be careful to avoid a few detectives, he knew some on the force had a lie detector quirk.

"Izuku, I won't let you go to jail."