IZUKU POV

"So you seriously made this decision without consulting us first?" Auntie Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru sat across from me looking shocked.

"Yes.. I'm sorry but I have to do this." I met each of their eyes trying to look as confident as possible.

Auntie Mitsuki let out a sigh. "Well I said I'd support your choice." She looked and met my eyes. "So when do you leave?"

I shifted my gaze to the side. "...Saturday."

The room was quiet for a moment before Uncle Masaru got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He handed a glass to his wife and poured one for himself. They both drank their respective glasses before he poured them another one. "I'm sorry but did you just say Saturday Izuku?" He started to sip his second glass.

"Yes sir." He's coming to get me Saturday morning.

"Do.. Do you have everything you need? I mean we need time to figure things out. We need to explain this to the school. There.. there's so much we still need to do to get ready." Auntie Mitsuki was starting to ramble. Her hands were shaking as well.

Uncle Masaru put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down Hun I'm sure they've planned for this."

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" She smacked his hand off her. "I woke up this morning and found out that one of my children is moving away to God knows where in less than five days." There were tears starting to run down her face. "Do you know how difficult this is for me?"

Uncle Masaru looked at her. His kind eyes had turned hollow. "You don't think this is difficult for me as well? But acting this way is only going to make it more difficult for Izuku." He wiped away some of her tears. "We said we'd support him so that's what we're going to do." He turned back to me. "Alright Izuku, what can we do to support you and make this as easy as possible?"

I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I hadn't realized how difficult this would be on them. Looking back to them I took a deep breath. "It.. it would be easiest for everyone if you forgot all about me. I'm going to start over, the old Izuku Midoriya is dead."

"OUT OF THE QUESTION!" Auntie Mitsuki yelled as she stood up. "There's no way in hell we're going to do that."

Uncle Masaru grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. "Let him finish, I'm sure there's more to it." He gestured for me to continue.

I nodded a little and looked to the floor. "I know it's asking a lot and I know it's not easy but it's what's the easiest to explain." I looked up to them and they looked confused. "I doubt anyone would ask what happened to me. I'm sure they would just assume I ended it all because I was quirkless. I mean it's a pretty common thing for people who are quirkless and no one would ask questions." I could see concern in their eyes. Given my past I'm sure they had worried that something like that could have been a reality one day for them.

Auntie Mitsuki gripped the edge of the couch. "How do you think your friends at school take this? Did you even think how this would emotionally damage them?" I let out a small chuckle. "And what exactly was so funny about what I just said?"

"What friends at school?" I looked back down to the floor. "Come on it really shouldn't be that big of a surprise."

Auntie Mitsuki was about to speak but she stopped herself as she stopped to think. She let out a sigh. "Well what about Katsuki, do you expect us to tell him that his childhood friend killed himself?"

"I… I don't think it will bother him." I put a hand on my chest. I could feel my scar starting to burn a little. "I mean he did give me this."

Uncle Masarus eyes went wide from shock but Auntie Mitsuki just closed her eyes and looked away. "Damn it. I hoped it wasn't that. Damnit Katsuki why?" She opened her eyes and looked back to me. "How long… How long has this been going on for?"

"A while.." I let go of my chest. "Ever since I found out about my quirk and decided that I was going to be quirkless."

The room fell silent again until Uncle Masaru broke his glass in his hand. He was shaking with anger. "I'm going to drag Katsuki's ass back here and he's going to explain everything." As he stood up Auntie Mitsuki grabbed his arm stopping him. They locked eyes and he sighed before sitting back down.

"You know I often blamed myself for it. I wonder what it would have been like if I had told him I did have one. I.. I often wanted to but I was scared that they'd be scared of me." I looked back at them. "You know ever since I got out of the hospital he's been a lot nicer. Hell he even stood up for me the other day. So please don't be too hard on him." I gave them a small smile and they looked at each other and nodded.

"So what is your girlfriend taking all of this?" Auntie Mitsuki looked back at me.

"She… she's not very happy, but she understands." I let out a nervous laugh as I scratched the back of my head.

"Mhmm." She stared me down skeptically. "Well what's going to happen with the two of you?"

"I.. I don't know." I looked back to the ground. "I should probably get going. I need to start getting my stuff together. I'm not taking everything so I have to figure out what to do with what I'm not taking."

"Leave that to us." Uncle Masaru took Auntie Mitsukis hand into his. "We'll swing by the apartment Saturday afternoon and go through what's left. So don't worry about it alright."

"Thank you."

JIROUS POV

It had been three days since I had last seen or heard from Izuku. I had sent him a few texts and even tried calling but each time I never heard back. "Did he really not trust me or did I hurt him by trying to force an answer. Damn I just hope he's ok."

I sat at my desk thinking back to what had happened the previous days. I rested my head on my bag wondering what I could have done differently when I felt a tap on my head.

"Hey girl why are you so down?" Tsubaki sat down in front of me looking at me confused. I just gave her a sideways glance before looking away from her. "Oh you're still mad about the whole Midoriya thing Friday."

I raised an eyebrow as I turned to face her. "You it wasn't that, that was bothering me but thanks for reminding me." We had now locked eyes and I was tempted to shoot a jack at her. "So tell me what the hell was all that about Friday?"

"What, do you mean his little panic attack? It's nothing serious, like I said it used to happen a lot back then." She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it.

"How… how often did it happen?" I grabbed onto the straps of my bag.

"A couple times a week less sometimes more if he's put into stressful or an uncomfortable situation where he feels overwhelmed." She looked away from her phone.

"What kind of relationship would you say you had with him?" I looked back down at my bag.

"Does that matter?" She looked back at her phone.

"Just answer the damn question Tsubaki." I tightened the grip on my straps.

She paused for a minute to think about it. "I wouldn't say we had a good one, but it wasn't exactly bad. I never paid much attention to him. He was just kind of there. Most people used to mess with him because he was quirkless. I tended to stay out of it. I'd laugh of course but I never started anything."

"If that's the case, why did you start something on Friday?" I looked back up at her.

"I don't know, I guess old habits die hard." She continued to scroll through her phone. "So what exactly are you guys it seemed like you were more than just friends?"

"I.. I don't know." I pulled out my phone and looked at the picture we took at the beach. "I haven't talked to him since Saturday. I guess we kind of had a fight."

"Oh really." She looked away from her phone again. "Well what happened?"

"We were hanging out and he got a call. After that he got up and said he had to go. Asked if everything was alright and he said it's nothing… then I called him out for lying to me. I asked why he didn't trust me. After that he just left and said he was sorry. I… I haven't heard from him since then." I looked back to the photo and my heart started to hurt.

"Honestly it's not that surprising knowing him. He's not really an open book. Hell he kept everything under lock and key so that nothing got out. I wouldn't take it personally, it's just how he is. Knowing him he's probably blaming himself and thinking you're pissed at him." She started scrolling through her phone again. "You know if it doesn't work out I know some guys that are interested in you."

I looked at her with suspicious eyes. "And how exactly do you know there are people interested in me that I don't know?"

"Relax I sent that picture of you two at the music store to an old friend that also knew Midoriya. He said you were cute and that there were a few other guys that also thought the same thing." She smirked as she looked back at me. "I could give them your number if you'd like?"

"Tsubaki if you ever think of doing something like that again I promise I will make sure you can't hear anything ever again." I raised a jack at her to make my point.

"Alright alright alright message received." She nervously put her phone away. "But honestly no offense but what do you even see in him?"

"You know maybe if you took a minute to get to know him instead of judging him on something he couldn't control you'd know that yourself." I set my bag down and pulled out my supplies for the day. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black, I just know a little bit about him myself still."

"Yeah I guess you're right." She turned around in her seat to face the front of the room.

I rested my head in my hand as class started for the day. "Damnit Izuku you better be alright."

The week seemed to drag on. Each day took longer than the last. It had been six days since I had last heard from him. I found myself sitting at the park sitting at our spot with my guitar waiting, hoping that he would show up. I pulled out my phone thinking there would be a message but there was nothing. "It's alright he's only… an hour late he'll definitely be here soon."

I sat there clutching my guitar watching the clouds go by. "Why.. why is he doing this again?" I could feel a few stray tears roll down my cheek as I stared into the sky. As I sat there I felt a flutter in my heart as I heard the sound of leaves crunching under someone's feet. Wiping away my tears I turned around excited. My smile quickly faded away as I turned back around. "What do you want mom?"

"Kyoka, it's getting late you should come home now." She sat on the opposite side of the bench.

"But.. but what if he shows up and thinks I forgot about him." I looked at my phone still waiting for a message.

My mother let out a sigh and brought me into her side. "Kyoka, you've been here three hours now, I… I don't think he's coming."

I stood up and grabbed my guitar as I made my way down the hill. I wiped away the last of my tears. "That asshole better have a good explanation for this the next time I see him."

The next morning I sat in my room looking at the picture of us at the beach. "We looked so happy then. How could things change so fast in a week?" I continued to stare at my phone wondering where he could be until I smacked my head on my desk. "How did I seriously overlook something that simple?"

Jirou: "Hey Tsubaki I need to ask a favor of you?"

Tsubaki: "What's up girl?"

Jirou: "You said you knew some people that know Midoriya right?"

Tsubaki: "Yeah…"

Jirou: "Do they go to the same school as him?"

Tsubaki: "Yeah… Why are you asking such a weird question?"

Jirou: "It's been a week and I haven't heard from him. I'm worried and I don't know what else to do. Could you ask them if he's doing alright?"

Tsubaki: "Of course girl just give me a few minutes."

I let out a sigh as I fell back onto my bed. "I hope this will calm me down a little. But if worse comes to worse I could always ask dad to drive me to his house. Sure it might be awkward but at least I could get to the bottom of this."

Tsubaki: "So they said he hasn't been in class since Monday."

Just like that everything seemed to slow down. The one answer I hoped I wouldn't get was sitting in front me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and started to get ready.

Jirou: "Thanks Tsubaki."

Tsubaki: "Are you alright Jirou?"

Jirou: "I don't know, but I'll talk to you later."

I made my way downstairs to find my parents sitting in the living room. "Dad, I need you to take me to Izuku's house."

My dad looked at me shocked that I had just called him by his first name while my mom just smiled. "What's with the sudden request out of the blue?" He looked at me still shocked.

"I can't really explain it but I just have a bad feeling." I gripped the hem of my shirt. "Please I need this."

My dad was about to speak when my mom put her hand on his shoulder. "Of course sweetie I'd like to give him a piece of my mind for yesterday as well."

A small smile spread across my face after hearing her answer. "Thanks mom."

A few minutes later we found ourselves on the road heading to Izuku's house. The drive was extremely quiet except for the music being played. It was a strange feeling that I couldn't couldn't shake. I looked at my parents and even they seemed to be on edge a little. "Is there something you guys aren't telling me?"

My parents stayed quiet for a moment before my mom let out a soft sigh. "Just keep an open mind when we get there ok."

I looked at her confused. "Have you been there before? I thought dad was the only one who has been to his house?"

"Not exactly Kyoka." My dad tightened his grip on the wheel. "Your mother and I stopped by once to see if he was alright. He wasn't home though."

"Oh." I looked back out the window and watched the house go by slowly they started to get lower in quality. My heart started to sink as their words started to make more sense to me.

Not too long after the only conversation we had in the car we arrived at a rundown apartment complex. As we parked my dad took a deep breath. "Well her we are." He turned around "He's on the fourth floor and the last door on the right."

I nodded to my dad and quickly made my way to the stairs. I looked up to where his door was and a small spark of happiness jumped inside me when I saw what looked to be a couple people heading towards the door. Normally running up four floors worth of stairs would leave anyone wanting to catch their breath but my goal was insight and I didn't want to waste another moment. "Please be here Izuku." I ran up to the door and stopped short of knocking. "Damnit Kyoka you came this far just knock already." I took a deep breath and knocked on the door and waited for a response.

At this point time felt as if it had stopped completely. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. I stood there completely motionless until the door opened up. A man was standing in front of me. He was average height and had glasses with brown hair. "I'm sorry, can I help you?" He looked at me rather confused.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I'm looking for Izuku Midoriya." I felt my hands start to tremble. This man looked nothing like him. "I was told this was where he lived."

The man looked at me completely shocked. "I'm sorry but who exactly are you?"

"I'm.." I was cut off by another person calling from inside the apartment. "That voice sounds familiar."

"Masaru who's at the damn door?" Slowly a lady who looked to be around the same age with blonde hair walked up and stood behind him. Her eyes were red as if she had just finished crying. "Hey you look familiar."

"I'm sorry to bother you but my name is Kyoka Jirou. I'm Izuku's girlfriend. I haven't seen or heard from him all week. I was told this was where he lived. I wanted to make sure he was ok." I looked at them hopeful that they would have an answer or at least be able to point me to the right door, but the universe just didn't have that in store. Their eyes went wide with shock and horror as the lady slowly slid down to the ground against the wall and started crying again.

The man looked down at her then back at me. "I'm sorry but this would be easier to explain inside." He looked down towards the stairs and saw my parents making their way to the door. He looked between all of us. "Come on hun we need to stay strong." He kneeled down and helped her up and motioned for us to come in.

As we walked through the hallway a feeling of unrest settled over me. The place didn't feel like anyone lived here. There barely any pictures and the ones that were here had been flipped over. Looking through the doors that were open my heart sank further. I stood in the doorway of what I assumed was his room. The bed wasn't made, there was a sheet covering the window, his dresser mirror was broken, and there was hole in the wall close to his closet. The guitar he had bought was leaning against the wall and an olive green jacket hanging on his chair.. Walking in I looked towards his desk. I took the jacket into my hands and saw two envelopes sitting on the desk. One had my name on it, the other was addressed to a 'Kannchan'. I looked back to the door and saw the look on everyone's faces as I showed them the letter with my name on it. Apparently I was the last one to put two and two together as it slowly dawned on me. "No. No it's impossible right? This is just a bad dream, I'm still asleep right?" Tears started to stream down my face as I looked to the floor. There were traces of dried blood on the floor. I fell to my knees and looked up at all them as I held his jacket close to me. "Please someone tell me this isn't real." No one answered me; they all just looked away and put their heads down. "Damn it this is just some sick joke. Yeah he put everyone up to this to get back at me for trying to pry into his life too much. Oh God I'm gonna give it to him later but it's alright because I know he's ok." I quickly opened the letter hoping it would say something along the lines of 'turn around' or 'gotcha'. Everything around me seemed to crumble to pieces as I read what he had left for me.

"I'm sorry. Goodbye."

Three words sent my world in a spiral. I didn't know what to do or what to think. All I could do was cry into his jacket. After that everything became a blur and I lost all track of time. At some point we had found out the two of them were family friends and that they were taking care of Izuku because his parents weren't around at the moment, they never said exactly why but I'm sure something bad happened. They also told my dad that we could have the guitar he left. Neither of them played so it would get better use with us. As nice as it was I didn't want it. As we drove home I stared out the window still clinging to his jacket, I don't know if they let me take it or if I took it without asking. It didn't matter it was the only thing that brought me some form of comfort and even then it wasn't much. All it did was remind me that I'm still here and I had a part of him with me. I didn't know how well I was going to handle this tomorrow, next month, or even next year. I didn't know if I was ever going to be my old self again, but I did know one thing. "Mom…. Dad…. I want to be a hero." I buried my face into his jacket and closed my eyes. "I'll never let anyone else go through what you did again if I can help it… Izuku."

BAKUGO POV

"So did you find out why he hasn't been at school all week?" I was sitting on the couch flipping through channels when I heard my parents walk in.

"Yeah… Katsuki there's something we need to talk about." I heard them walk into the living room.

"What is it, I'm trying to enjoy my…" I turned around and stopped as I saw them standing at the entryway holding a letter. "What the hell is that?"

"It's Izuku." They sat on the couch next to me and set the letter on the table in front of me. "He's gone… he left this for you."

I looked at the letter it had that stupid name he called me by since we were kids. I picked it up and looked at them confused. "So what did he run off with that girl he's with? I never took him as the type to do that." I let out a small laugh as I set the letter on the couch next to me. "So how long do you think it will be till he comes back?"

"He's.. he's not coming back." Mom was stumbling over her words. She never did that unless it was something big.

"So what did he move in with them or something?" I looked up at them with a raised eyebrow. "They better hope it works out or else things will be awkward for them." I let out another laugh but stopped when neither laughed as well. "What the hell's going on? You're both acting like he's dead or something. Shouldn't you be happy, he's gone so now you don't have to worry about him anymore."

The room stayed quiet for a minute before my mom started to cry. Dad put a hand on her shoulder before looking at me. "He didn't run away and he didn't move out." He brought mom into his arms and held her. "You know we never once thought of him as a burden. He was a second son to us. Why the hell would you think we wouldn't worry about him?"

I looked back to the letter and opened it up. "This nerd better have a damn good explanation for all this." My eyes scanned across it and went wide.

"It's not your fault Kannchan so don't blame yourself. Also thanks for standing up for me on Monday."

I stood up and made my way up to my room. The sound of steps on the tried to drown out the sound of my mothers crying. I set the note on my desk and sat against the wall on the floor. "Damnit Deku… why the hell did you have to say that?"