In these circumstances, I ended up seeing where Izuku and his mother lived after all.

Their apartment was cozy and they insisted on me using the couch while I tried to process what happened. They didn't want me to be alone in the house, even though I couldn't go back yet.

I had a lot of time to think and dwell in my own feelings.

A resentment boiled up in me as I tried to trace back my actions.

Izuku and I ate instant ramen at his apartment for lunch on what was supposed to be the first day back. His mother went to work. They had given an extension for the both of us on our vacation.

I put my bowl down after eating.

"I need to leave," was all I said. I hadn't said much anyway.

"Leave?" Izuku asked, "to go where?"

"I— back home," I replied.

He looked at me blankly.

"You can't go back there, it's a crime scene currently. Nobody can go there," he told me.

I frowned.

"I just can't be so close to something I regret—" I said, my eyes starting to well with tears.

Izuku stared at me, shocked.

"Are you… talking about me?" He asked quietly, clearly hurt.

"If I had turned you in or killed you first— they wouldn't have killed her," I said.

"They don't know yet that—" Izuku began to speak.

" No! You're wrong! It was them!" I yelled.

We both sat uncomfortably.

"Nobody deserves to die. It shouldn't be one or the other. It should be nobody," Izuku stated flatly.

I just cried to myself quietly at the table.

I could tell that Izuku was speechless. No amount of comfort could heal me if it was from him. I knew he was right, it wasn't either/or. It should have never been an option to choose between them.

Izuku covered his eyes and began to cry softly at the table as well. I wiped my tears to look at him.

"I don't know how to not make you feel like it wasn't either her or me," Izuku sobbed, "but I also really like you and I was excited to see what the future had for us."

I sniffled and tried to read his face, but his hands still mostly covered it. It was the first time I had seen him cry.

"Damn it… I told myself that as I got older I couldn't cry as much… look at me now," he said under his breath.

I stared at my empty, dirty bowl.

Before I knew it, I was holding my box of things and heading to the door.

"Y/N, wait, the police also agreed that you should stay here or under supervision," Izuku said, stopping me from reaching the door.

"Well, it sounds like they just agreed. It doesn't sound like an order," I said.

I tried to get around him but he guarded the exit.

I sighed and locked eyes with him.

I knew how to get him out of the way, but I also knew the cost of it.

Could I even…?

I did it. I activated my quirk and took him over to move him out of the way. I walked to the bathroom and locked the door.

Curiosity took the better of me as I searched inside his head, I replayed finding my mother from his perspective. I revisited the night him and his mother had come.

I stayed there and then went back to my own body when I was ready.

I couldn't.

"Y/N!" I heard from afar.

All I could do was sit on the floor and look at my box of things. Izuku unlocked the bathroom door in a hurry and came out to find me just sitting. He relaxed once he realized I hadn't bolted.

I felt guilty. He told me how he didn't like me looking into his head before, but this time it was fully intentional. I wanted to see.

"What did you do?" He asked me.

I didn't do anything. I just took a peek inside his head. But as I suspected, I couldn't handle leaving after seeing things from his perspective.

"...I asked you not to do that," was all he said, despite me saying nothing. I looked at him with misty eyes.

I wondered what he would do if he could look inside my mind.

Shifting Perspectives

I felt nervous around Y/N after she had used her quirk to try and leave. After eating ramen, it seemed like the only thing we could do was lay on the ground of the apartment, trying not to pass out from the heat of the summer. I wondered if she did still want to leave.

A small part of me wanted to go back to U.A. and to the dorms, just to feel like things were normal again. But I knew I couldn't just leave Y/N by herself after what happened.

I stared at Y/N while we both laid on the ground, the sound of fans filling the background. She laid on her side, eyes closed and used her arm as a pillow.

Things felt so different from how they were when school started in April.

Y/N shifted slightly and caught my gaze. She closed her eyes again after looking back at me.

I gazed over her whole body. We both had put on lightweight shorts and tanks for the heat.

"Izuku, I think I'm going to die," Y/N said quietly. I could barely hear her over the fans.

There were too many ways to interpret her sentence. I went with the most straightforward one.

"Because of the heat?" I asked her.

She shook her head and scowled.

"I wish it was because of the heat," she replied. After sighing she sat up and rubbed her arms. She looked warm.

I tried to read her face, but it was blank and void of emotion.

"I know you had a brief thing with Ochako, but you've never actually… been with a girl, right? You're a virgin?" She asked me.

I wasn't sure how, but my face somehow became warmer than it already was.

"U-uh, yeah. Ururaka and I shared just one kiss, really," I explained.

"I'm a virgin too— but shouldn't I try to do whatever I can before dying?" Y/N said, almost talking to herself.

"Izuku," she leaned over towards me, "this marks the start of me living my best life."

I stared at her, not understanding completely.

"What? Your best life?" I asked her. She moved over to me and straddled me at the hips.

"I won't be a virgin, I'll travel where I've always wanted to go, I'm going to make a bucket list and start crossing it off," she said, her eyes being reignited with a spark I hadn't seen before.

Her eyes had been filled with depression since her mother's murder. This was the first time in a while she had been excited about something.

I blushed as she straddled me and I wondered if this was part of her plan. I didn't want to shut her down. It had been so long since she smiled.

"D-does your first part involve me?" I asked her, sweating.

"That's what I was thinking, but I guess I could find a stranger to help me also or something," she suggested.

Oh god, anything but that. That was a terrible idea.

I didn't want to admit that I had thought about it, but it also seemed like she had gotten that hint when she first took over my consciousness.

"I mean, I've thought about it and I'm not… against it," I explained. I carefully placed my hands on her waist as she straddled me, "But I'm not sure I'd be that good at it, anyway."

"I thought you were good at researching, you haven't researched sex?" She laughed slightly.

"Researching is different than putting something into practice…" I muttered.

"It's okay, at least we both don't know what we're doing," Y/N stated. She began to take off her pajama top and out of reflex I closed my eyes.

"...are you closing your eyes? You can open them. It's already kind of dark in here since the blinds are closed." Y/N said.

I opened my eyes at her request, and looked her body up and down. It looked soft in the darkened room, with barely any light coming through the blinds.

"Okay, I'm going to do my best not to mess this up," Y/N said, leaning close to my face.

She kissed me softly like before and I kissed her back, raising my hips up slightly and sliding my hands down her bare back.

I thought about how quickly our relationship had progressed. We had been friends since day one in April, but our relationship which had originally been a ruse had turned from just that, into real feelings, into this.

Admittedly, things had also steadily progressed for her. From her task involving me, to the rabbit, now her mother.

What was this called— a trauma bond?

Shifting Again

We gave ourselves to each-other and grew closer.

"Let's just make our way to Tokyo," I said afterwards.

"...to where?" Izuku echoed.

Izuku and I prepared to leave the apartment.

"It's fine. My mother had the money, now it's mine and I get to choose how to spend it," I said after telling Izuku my plan.

"But— I don't want you to feel like you have to pay for me," Izuku remarked. I shook my head.

"Remember, it's my idea, so I have to pay for it," I told him.

We cleaned up and packed overnight bags for ourselves.

Izuku sighed as we prepared to walk out the door.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"I'm wondering what to tell my mother. I know we're basically adults, but I feel bad," he said, looking down towards the floor.

"I can't make you come with me, but just know that I'll be going even without you," I said, opening the door.

That was enough convincing for him.

We left the apartment around 4 PM and boarded the almost full train.

I didn't know where we were going exactly, I just knew that I needed to go somewhere.

We made it somewhere and I gazed up at the tall buildings and twinkling lights as we exited the station.

Izuku and I walked aimlessly. We tried to find a restaurant that sounded good.

But then I realized he might have been right. Maybe we should have stayed home.

I stumbled backwards as something caught the back of my shirt. It didn't take long for me to be pulled behind a building.

I tried to scream, kick, do something to escape. The hand around my mouth was too firm.

Then, everything became dark as a blindfold was put over my eyes and my hands were cuffed behind my back.

I was pushed face first onto the ground somewhere.

"It's a shame you didn't receive our texts," a voice said from above me. "You could have roamed Tokyo, it would have been alone, but, still."

"I don't care what you do to me now, I already accepted it," I mumbled.

"No, we get it. It's obvious that you're not letting go of Midoriya now," a different voice chimed in this time.

"But admittedly, we were surprised that you would put his life before yours. So we've decided you both can live," the second voice continued.

What? What's the catch then? I wondered.

"We just want One for All. We'll call it good after that," the first voice explained. "You can give us that and live on with your lives."

I said nothing.

"We'll get Midoriya to come after you and then you'll take control of him and one of us will accept it," the second voice said.

It was going to be a trap.

But, I didn't have to listen.

I didn't have to play any part of it.

"Y/N! " I heard him shout. They found him so fast.

I wished I had more time.

I was picked up off the ground and held up by what I presumed were the two voices I heard. They held me firmly.

My blindfold was taken off. I looked around, I didn't recognize the men but they clearly were prepared, as they were now wearing blindfolds.

Izuku was standing about 10 feet in front of me.

"...what is this?" He asked out loud, confused at the lack of movement from anyone involved.

My eyes began to get misty. I could barely see him through my tears.

"Y/N—" Izuku began to speak, but I stopped him with the activation of my quirk.

I opened my eyes to see my own body in front of me.

"Y/L/N, give it to me," the man to my left gestured to me.

I froze and tried to garner the courage to do what I needed to do.

"Come on, Y/L/N. How is this not the best option? Nobody gets hurt," the other man exclaimed.

I didn't know how Izuku's quirk worked completely, but I went off my instincts and ran away as fast as I could.

Like I thought, he was fast. Blue sparks surrounded me as I ran.

I ran all the way to the train station. I was going to take him back. I was going to go to U.A. where he would be safe.

I didn't know what would happen to my body, but I didn't care.

I knew Izuku would never leave me there, so I was going to give him no choice.

I boarded the train which was now much emptier than before.

I sat down and closed my eyes.

It was weird. I had never possessed someone for this long. I knew that over time, my hold on the person became weaker, which usually resulted in them kicking me out.

I watched the lights pass by as the train started moving, but closed my eyes as I searched Izuku's brain one last time.

I felt my face flush as I looked back on earlier in the day.

" Hey! Didn't I tell you not to do that?!" My eyes shot open and I looked around. I looked at my scarred hands. I was still Izuku, but I swore I heard him.

" I've decided not to kick you out," the voice inside my head said again, "Y/N , go back, I'm sure I can still get you too ."

I guess it made sense. I didn't switch consciousness with people, but pushed them to the side temporarily.

" I'll kick you out if you don't!" Izuku's voice yelled and echoed in my head.

I tried to focus so that Izuku couldn't budge. I tried to relax and just focus on the state of mind.

"I'll take you back to U.A. and they'll tell you what to do," I whispered quietly.

" We don't have time!" Izuku yelled even louder.

My head throbbed and I placed my hand on it. It hurt to resist.

Then, it felt like I was knocked square in the head.

I tried to open my eyes again, but I only opened them to darkness and the feeling of being in a car.

"Back already? I imagine it would be hard to keep a grip on that kid," a voice from earlier chuckled.

I felt relieved. He wouldn't be able to find us, right? We were in Tokyo, it was huge, he couldn't look through the streets fast enough.

"Where are you taking me? Why didn't you just kill me back there?" I asked them.

"All of Hiroji's efforts would have been for nothing if we had just killed you. Your quirk is dime a dozen," the voice explained.

"Man, he really forced himself on all those women, I know who we are but I'm sure he's not sitting in heaven right now," the second man said, "at least we have a chance, right?" I felt the second man nudge the first man slightly and reach across me.

"Yeah, if you don't fuck this up," the first man shot back.

We all sat in silence.

I felt like a child again. Merciless to the adults around me and their wishes. Constantly reminded that I wasn't myself— but a tool for them to use.

I felt the car stop at a light.

The men began a hushed conversation.

" Shit— they see us. Come on, make her look normal."

"What? No way. We'd have to put our own blindfolds on, then we just look suspicious."

"I told you it wouldn't be hard to create something more sophisticated and casual, but did you listen? Now we—"

They were interrupted by what sounded like a knock on the window. The window rolled down.

"Hello, gentlemen," a deep voice I didn't recognize spoke, "can I ask you what is going on here?"

"You-you've never heard of BDSM, huh?" The second man remarked. "I'm guessing you don't pull many ladies?" He chuckled.

An awkward silence sat in the air.

"Well, I do know it's supposed to be consensual." He replied, "Miss, are you willingly going with these men?"

I didn't skip a beat.

"I've never even seen them but I know I would already never agree to do BDSM with them," I replied.

This began the chaos, and instead of being handed over willingly, I was lurched back suddenly as the car accelerated forward.

" Mitsuo! Get us out of here!" Someone yelled. The car accelerated unnaturally quickly. Was it someone's quirk? They could've all been using it and I couldn't have known.

I moved around violently, trying to knock the blindfold off my head.

" Damn it, Kozue, control her!"

" She'll be on the brink of death if I do anything here!"

My thrashing paid off and I knocked the blindfold off. Someone tried to push me down, but I caught a glimpse of eyes in the rear-view mirror before they could push me down entirely.

"Did she do it?" The man sitting to the right in the back asked.

"She couldn't have seen anybody. She was facing forward, we all were," the man to the left said.

I gripped the steering wheel of the car. The guy's quirk was niche, but I realized that he just had greater control of the car than a normal person would.

Needless to say, I didn't need it.

I jerked the car to the right and into a cement median. We all lurched forward and the men in the back cussed.

" What the hell, Mitsuo?!"

I retreated to my own mind, sure that he would've forced me out soon anyway.

I rested easy, knowing that some heroes on patrol and those called to respond would be able to apprehend us easily.

Sure enough, we were pulled out of the car and the police put them in handcuffs.

I know they would never tell the truth, but maybe I could tell mine.

I was escorted to a police station as a witness. I wondered if Izuku had gotten away.

"Can you tell us your version of what happened?" They asked me in a private room.

"They're part of Mokushi. They wanted to use my quirk for other crimes." I gave them the short version.

The two policemen interrogating me looked at each other.

"Well, they said that they had bound and blindfolded you to sexually assault you later," the men recounted.

I guess it wasn't out of the realm, but I knew that wasn't their motive.

They knew of the Mokushi, but only very little. They knew so little that they dismissed my claims.

"If you don't have any leads for how we can investigate, there's not much more we can do. Based on all the information we have, it seems like the men were closer to the truth than you are."

My stomach sunk.

They basically told me that they couldn't help me.

"Let's call your parents so they can get you out of here, since you are under 20 we can't let you leave without knowing you've been released to an authorized person since it's late at night," they told me.

"...I don't have anyone to call," I muttered.

One of the policemen sighed.

"Just… give it your best shot then."

Not knowing what else to do, I ended up calling Izuku, since I knew he was probably nearby.

The police accepted it, and asked him verbally a series of questions that they secretly knew weren't true.

Somehow, they let me go.

We exited the police station and Izuku pulled me into a tight hug as soon as we exited.

" Please, let's just go home," he said softly.

I nodded.