Enjoy.

Steam billows about the bathroom as Izuku finishes washing off the grime and sweat of the previous days. He towels off quickly before throwing on some clean clothes, just a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. He walks out, some drops still falling from his hair.

"So, what do you feel like eating?" He plops on his couch, a seat over from where Bakugou has been waiting.

Bakugou glances at him before turning away with a hum, "I don't know, did you have any ideas?"

Izuku is searching on his phone; he tells the blond, "Not really, but I don't want cheap stuff. I need some real food…"

"Like what? How about sushi?"

Izuku shrugs, "That'll do," he begins looking up sushi restaurants that deliver. The two get their order situated and Izuku scrolls through his apps on his t.v. "Any movies out now that you want to see?"

Bakugou frowns, "I don't usually keep up with the movies? You?"

"Me neither…" Izuku reads through various synopses, "I don't want any sad movies, how about a comedy?" An unspoken agreement between them is they don't want any movies about heroes, villains, or good vs evil. They want something not work related.

"It has good reviews, why not?"

Izuku hits play before he leaves to check his fridge. He frowns to himself when he sees the updated food he knows he didn't buy. This asshole is too nice sometimes, how is Izuku ever supposed to repay him?

He grabs some beers and walks back, handing one to Katsuki. The boys get watching and their food arrives promptly. It's quiet but pleasant. They're somewhat avoiding eye contact for the better half of the movie, until it starts getting good.

Katsuki lets out a stifled chuckle and Izuku smiles, shooting him a glance out of the corner of his eyes. That's when the tension really starts to lift.

Izuku breathes out, settling deeper into his couch. The beer is making him a little drowsy and he laughs every so often at the movie. Katsuki also calms, though his eyes droop. He dozes off toward the end. His stomach is full and his heart is light. It didn't turn out to be a bad time.

Izuku blinks when he realizes the movie is over.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes and peering at the clock, it's midnight. He turns to Katsuki sleeping on the other side of the couch. He whispers, "Hey…" A little louder, "Bakugou…" He waits and understands Katsuki is deep asleep. He stands and walks over, lightly touching the hero's shoulder, "Bakugou, move to the spare…"

Katsuki doesn't stir.

Izuku frowns, "I'm moving you then." Izuku gently positions his arms to lift the other man. He figures their relationship must allow for this since Bakugou has carried him already.

Katsuki stirs, instinctively holding onto Izuku as the green-haired carries him to the spare bedroom. He lowers him gently and covers him with a blanket. After quietly exiting the room, he closes the door and leans on it with a sigh. His wounds are a little angry with him for the exertion. He proceeds to clean up before tucking himself in bed.

A quaint night leads to a pleasant sleep for the two.

Katsuki wakes slowly. He turns over, nestling deeper into the covers as his consciousness bubbles to the surface. His eyes blearily open as he recognizes the smell of eggs. It's another ten to fifteen minutes before he sits up with a yawn. He's still in his clothes from yesterday. He's still at Izuku's house. Izuku must be cooking... This ought to be good.

He wasn't sure he could expect much, but he wasn't expecting this. His eyebrow twitches from some unknown emotion as Izuku flips an omelet with perfect precision.

The green-haired greets him, "I'm making breakfast, omelets and rice."

Katsuki sits at the counter, slightly suspicious, "Do you have somewhere to be?"

Izuku frowns, "Yeah, I got a call in the middle of the night about a child abduction case. It's time sensitive and they want me to oversee it. They want me to view the security footage when it comes in."

Katsuki's eyes narrow, "Aren't you still on medical leave?" He rests his chin on his palm while staring at Izuku's back.

Izuku shrugs, "They need me. I have to go."

Katsuki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. The guy needs some rest, actual full on rest. He's not healed completely… What does one say to a person like this? Snap out of it? You need to help yourself before you can help others?

There's nothing though, is there? Nothing will make him stop.

He opens his eyes as Izuku sets the plate down in front of him. It looks good, and it's nice to know Izuku can actually cook… He should just leave him to his devices, let him be after he finishes his food.

Izuku takes a seat beside him, "I have to leave soon, so eat up."

"Can I come?" Katsuki kicks himself internally. He should let Izuku be and not try to interfere.

Izuku frowns, "I don't see why not?" How long does Katsuki plan on sticking around him?

"If it's time sensitive and all, I can help too." He's not wrong, but Katsuki can sense Izuku isn't inclined to accept help from him.

Izuku swallows a bite before shaking his head, "Actually, that's okay, I can handle this one. Aren't you off too? There's no need for you to work as well."

Katsuki regretfully agrees, "Right." He can't babysit Izuku all the time to make sure he's taking care of himself. He needs to stop. Why is he trying to add another problem to his plate? Is he that pathetic? Maybe he's been a masochist all his life and that's why he chose the hero route, to care about people even when they spit on him.

Izuku finishes eating and grabs a backpack, "There's a spare key under the bush outside, you can use that to lock up. I gotta run."

Katsuki waves awkwardly as he hears Izuku leave. He rests his face in his hands, "Ugh, this is so shitty."

Izuku rushes to the precinct, only bringing one elbow crutch though he's not really using it.

He smiles at his coworkers greeting him fervently.

"Welcome back!"

"Are you back?"

"Oh, Detective Midoriya, can I send you a case file to look over!?"

Izuku breathes in the familiar air, he's ready to dive into work. He brushes them off politely and makes his way to the conference room he's expected in.

He greets the other detective who invited him on this case cordially, "Detective Inez, any new info since we last spoke?"

"Afraid not… I just looked over the footage again, maybe you can catch something I missed." His colleague hits the replay button and explains, "We can see the residential district from their neighbor's camera and this gas station overlooking the street. The car takes off after the kid gets in and makes a left. I already have an APB out for the car's description and ran the plates. The plates came out to a reported stolen vehicle. The kid left her phone, and the parents and no one on the street recognize the car… I'm at a loss; I don't want this to go cold."

Izuku stares at the video, the list of quirks materializing in his head, "For a case like this, I think I know someone who can help…"

There's a specialist whose quirk allows them to dive into the virtual screen and essentially be in the space that was photographed or videoed, and Izuku has a good relationship with them. Their codename is Sync. Izuku gives Sync a call to ask for her help and she responds, "Yes, of course, send me the video and I'll have a look!"

"Thanks," Izuku grins into the phone as they end the call. He texts her the video.

After a couple minutes, Sync gives him a picture of the man behind the wheel. She also texts him, "The kid was happy to go along, it seems they've established a relationship already. The parents have truly never seen this car or person before?"

Izuku frowns before recommending to his colleague, "We should double check with the parents and ask if they've never seen this man before." He shows Inez the picture.

Inez stares, "That's the guy? How did you get that so quickly?"

"I know a lot of people. Run this through our facial recognition databases and let's see if we can't find a match."

Inez nods and moves to get the ball rolling on Izuku's tasks. Izuku follows before being drawn away by his colleagues calling him over for some help on other cases.

It's late afternoon by the time he gets to sit down, with his wounds screaming at him painfully. Inez knocks on his door and Izuku composes himself before calling, "Come in."

The shorter man smiles, "We have a match with one Dorian Anders," he places the file in front of Izuku, "He's a gang affiliate, and sort of a broker of types. He has multiple counts of assault, bribery, and possession of deadly weapons."

Izuku reads the long list of charges stacked against the guy before asking, "Any relation to the family?"

"I asked them and they said no, but I got a feeling from the dad that he knows something. Whatever the case, I'm thinking they probably borrowed money from Dorian's gang, couldn't pay, so the gang sent Dorian to collect the kid as insurance. The guy is good at his job, and he doesn't look particularly dastardly; it probably wasn't too hard to get the kid to trust him and go with him."

Izuku continues, "Any ideas on where to find the kid?"

"I'm gonna stake out the family home because I think the dad will make a move. I think Johnson can help me from here if you wanna head home Midoriya."

Izuku grins, "Let's go," he stands motioning for Inez to lead the way. Inez chuckles, not noticing the bead of sweat at Izuku's brow as he follows. Izuku leaves his crutch, figuring he won't need it as they leave.

The stakeout is dull and quiet, as most typically are, until the action unexpectedly begins. A figure, the father it looks like, sneaks out of the house at the witching hour and drives off. Inez and Midoriya are quick to discreetly follow.

Izuku feels better after resting in the car, but he still has a general ache from overexertion.

They're led to a developing district, more specifically to the skeleton of an apartment complex. They park at the front while watching their target drive toward the back. Izuku makes a call for backup after Inez steps out of the car to get a lay of the land.

Izuku joins Inez, "They're on their way, what do you want to do?"

Inez smiles, "Let's see if the girl is here, let's split up and find where the action is happening. What do you say?"

Izuku offers a strained grin as he pulls out his handgun, locking and loading it. "You take the east side and I'll do west."

Inez nods and the two break off from each other. Izuku holds himself pretty well while making his way through the building, though his body is screaming at him. He pants tiredly before experiencing a sharp pain. He braces himself on a wall, fighting the urge to vomit.

"You got this, Midoriya Izuku, you're fine." He breathes deeply, centering his focus before continuing on.

He slows as he nears the fourth floor. He's starting to hear voices in the distance, they sound above him. Fifth floor? Maybe the sixth? He presses forward, more quietly. Peering around the staircase after reaching the fifth floor, he sees faint lights in the vast room. He retreats down a good few steps before lowering his brightness from his phone, and sending the location to Inez and the backup officers.

He refocuses on the situation in front of him. Slight vibrations notify him of responses from his colleagues. He watches the scene from the shadows, and debates announcing the police are here. Is the child here?

The father, Ikuo Wada, an aging gentleman with gray hair and a darker complexion, is on his knees before Dorian. Wada holds up his bare hands in a placating manner, begging, "Please, I just need more time, I don't have the money. Please, give me my daughter back."

Dorian stands with his arms crossed, shaking his head, "I've been instructed by the boss to wait until the end of the week before making an example of you with your daughter. You have until then to come up with the money or your daughter is dead."

"Please! Please, she has nothing to do with this! Just let her go, kill me if you have to, just don't touch her. She's just a child."

"You should've thought of that before you borrowed money from the yakuza that you couldn't pay back. I'm not giving her back until I get that call that you've paid your debt."

"I have nothing to give, nowhere to go!"

Izuku figures he's heard enough of this, as Dorian moves to strike the older man, "Hands up, police!" Izuku shows himself, stalking into the light with his weapon trained on Dorian.

He grins maliciously, "Your daughter is really dead now! We said no police!"

Ikuo cries, "I didn't bring him! What have you done!?" He screams at Izuku.

Izuku glances between the two before ordering, "No sudden movements, where's the girl?"

Dorian tilts his head with a smile, "What makes you think you have the high ground with that measly weapon, Detective?"

Izuku frowns. He grits, "Don't move," as Dorian takes a step toward the next staircase leading to floor six. "I will shoot!"

Dorian holds his arms out, presenting himself, "By all means, do what you have to!"

Izuku yells, "Stop!"

Dorian chuckles and begins walking away.

Izuku curses amidst taking the first shot. He sees the wound on Dorian but the man keeps walking. He doesn't see any blood? The guy isn't wounded? He fires multiple shots, and though Dorian's shirt is in tatters, he never bleeds.

Izuku growls as Dorian calls, "I can't be hurt by mere mortals."

"Fuck," Izuku mutters and he begins to chase the criminal. Dorian realizes Izuku's next plan is to go for restraint and he begins running as well. Izuku pushes through his pain though he's slower than his typical speed. They make it to the eighth floor as Izuku falters at the top. He blinks as Dorian maintains his sprint, and then Izuku sees the child laying on the floor with her bonds nailed to the ground. He cries, "Stop!"

He picks up his pace as adrenaline pumps, making him faster and less attuned to the pain reverberating throughout his body. He sees the flash of the knife in Dorian's hand.

Dorian calls, "Rules are rules. If the police show up, I kill her, those were the rules. Her death is on you, Detective!"

The slash is quick as Izuku tackles Dorian to the floor, quickly placing him in a firm hold before getting the cuffs on him. It's a fluid motion, even Dorian barely has a chance to struggle before the cuffs are on. He laughs, "At least it was painless for her, gone in her sleep."

Izuku rushes to hold his hands to her throat, trying to control the blood pouring from her jugular. "No, Aina, stay with me!" He shouts, "What did you give her!"

"She wouldn't wake up till tomorrow anyway. Now she won't wake up at all."

"Aina, please…" He tears his shirt, pressing the wound tightly with the cloth and holding it with one hand. He takes his phone out and makes a call to the officer leading his call for backup. Once he hears her answer, he begins, "I'm on the eighth floor, and I need medics up here now! Dorian is in cuffs, and Aina is in desperate need of a healing quirk. Please tell me you brought one! I need them up here right now!"

"We're on our way, we're actually on the fifth with her dad now, we'll be there soon, Midoriya, just wait there!"

Izuku glances at Dorian as he begins standing. He smiles with pearly white teeth, "You don't think I'm gonna hang around, do you? I think we both know what your choice will be between apprehending me and saving the girl. I hope she lives to appreciate it. Can't win them all, Detective-san, see you around."

Izuku curses as Dorian runs off, moving to jump from the side of the building. He refocuses on the girl whose life is slowly seeping away. She's much paler now.

The minutes drag on before he hears the reinforcements and lights begin waving about the room. He calls hoarsely, "Over here! Dorian jumped from the building," he jerks his chin in the direction, "Send a search party that way." He hears someone step away to divert their forces on the ground and begin the hunt. A medic rushes beside him, and Izuku tells him, "He cut her throat, I've been pressing the wound, but there's so much blood, please tell me you can help her."

The medic frowns and first checks for a pulse, he mutters, "She's still there, but faintly. Keep pressing the wound, I'm going to start a transfusion and use my quirk to close the cut."

Izuku nods, "Just save her." Save her because Izuku failed to.

The medic gets her stabilized and more help arrives to transport her. Izuku watches them take her away.

"Izuku, can you help us understand what happened here?"

Izuku faces Detective Mayumara, the detective who was by his side as he advised during the League of Villains fight. He sees the concern in her eyes and becomes acutely aware of the strain in the lines of his face and the blood caked to his hands. He moves to get up, but his body fails him. He collapses as Mayumara calls, "Get another gurney over here! Izuku!?"

Pain crosses his face as another medic turns him onto his back, lifting up his shirt to see the scar from his fairly recent surgery. "This looks recent? What the hell was a guy like this doing at a crime scene!?"

Mayumara turns to Inez, "Were you aware that he may need more than a couple weeks of healing before asking his help on a case before his leave is even up!?"

Inez holds up his hands, "I thought he was fine!"

Izuku murmurs, "Sorry, I shouldn't have come, my call, my fault."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere," Izuku groans.

"You have a fever… Detective?"

Izuku breathes deeply, having fainted from the pain.

He wakes a couple hours later in a small hospital room. It's not the usual room, but he deduces he probably rode the ambulance to a nearby emergency room. His body feels sore from overuse and his old wounds are screaming.

Just as he's about to tough it out and go search for a nurse, Detective Mayumara walks in holding his elbow crutches. Her eyes widen briefly at his upright posture before they narrow. She holds out the crutches to him, "This is a fiasco, and if you were up to your full capacity, you would see that."

Izuku frowns as he takes the crutches from her. He offers, "In my defense, I didn't think the stakeout would pan out, and I wasn't planning on getting involved until Dorian threatened Wada-san."

Mayumara, a blonde, fair-skinned woman glares at him through stern brown eyes, "You shouldn't have been anywhere near a case when you're not ready. I'll let the doctor know you're awake, and someone from internal affairs is coming to talk to you." Just as Izuku is about to protest, she holds up her hand to stop him, "Tsukauchi-san is sending them, it's not a formal visit. We all know your history and usefulness, Midoriya-san, you have nothing to prove."

Izuku leans back on the bed, "Thanks, Mayumara… I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused."

"Just rest and get better so you can come back to work." She finally flashes the first smile of the evening to him. She leaves a minute later.

It's not long before a doctor walks in to sit down and update him about his condition.

Then there's the dreaded meeting with an internal affairs investigator, "Hi Midoriya-san, it's a pleasure to meet you in the flesh." Izuku smiles, politely returning the greeting as well. The investigator, an older man, brandishes a manila folder at him, "I hear you're a man beholden to the records and you value numbers, facts, figures. Is that correct?"

Izuku scratches his arm, "I suppose…"

"Well let me show you your failure rate on cases you've personally overseen and advised on." Izuku raises a brow as his statistics are placed in front of him, by month. The investigator points, "You do have a high success rate, nobody is denying, but if you look throughout the year, your lowest number of solves were during these timeframes. Do you follow me?"

Izuku frowns as he pores over the documents. It's true, his solve rate was down nearly half the usual. He answers, "Yes, I see what you're saying. Do you think you have a cause?"

"I'm so glad that was your next question. Yes, do you know what's different about these timeframes? These are all the periods when you were recovering from work related injuries, the knife attack here, or the burns over here. Do you know what I'm getting at?"

"I think so."

"Well, give me the satisfaction of making sure we're both on the same page. The lower your performance, the less you solve cases, the more often the bad guy gets away or innocent people get killed. You work when you're not supposed to work, Midoriya. You may think that's a good trait, but in this line of work, the stakes are too high for you to be performing at subpar. So, I've come on behalf of all the people you've failed based on these numbers to humbly ask you to focus on yourself when you're given time to do so. Is that fair?"

Izuku sighs, "Yes, I won't assist with cases when I'm supposed to be on leave. I'll do better…"

"Thanks, and I should mention that if you don't stay true to these words, I will conduct a real investigation and you'll be punished."

Izuku nods, "I get it."

The investigator nods and gets up to leave, "Okay then, well I hope I don't see you again."

Izuku calls, "Wait, just tell me this, was this case a success or failure?"

The investigator frowns, pausing a minute before clearing his throat, "... I'm so sorry, son, but she was too far gone; she didn't have enough blood for too long."

Izuku swallows a pebble in his throat, "I see," he flashes a smile. "Can't save them all, I guess…"

Neither he nor the investigator bring up that he probably could have saved the day if he wasn't injured or recuperating.

Izuku is left to his own devices for a time. He meditates on what the internal affairs officer said. His solve rate really takes a nosedive when he's unwell? He sighs as he leans back; his limbs still ache and he shuts his eyes.

"Midoriya-san?" Izuku's eyes open to the doctor in his room. "Good, you're still awake. I just got off the phone with your primary physician. How are you feeling? I understand you've had a couple surgeries earlier this month. The cuts look like they've been healing fine."

"Yeah, my issues seem to lie in my muscles, just sore. Normally I can get around okay, but there was a lot of movement today, and I guess my body wasn't ready…"

The doctor gives Izuku a pointed stare, "Yes, well, I've been told to make the risks painfully known to you. You're in a crucial time in the healing process and if you keep pushing yourself before your body is ready, then you're likely going to face chronic pain for the rest of your life. Your body needs time to mend and reorient to the changes. Your bones aren't the same where the breaks took place. Your doctor says that he's told you this already, but I'm going to repeat it. You need to take it slow for two weeks, as such, both he and I have signed a doctor's order to your employer barring you from work for another week. Go home and relax, stay that way until your physical therapy appointment."

Izuku nods gravely and exchanges salutations with the doctor. He's being discharged. He takes a taxi home and heads straight to bed, exhausted after the eventful day.

It's late morning the next day when his eyes finally open. He moves to take a leak before getting food, he's starved. His laptop draws his attention but he shakes his head, not trusting himself to keep his eyes off his email. Instead, he plops on the couch to watch some t.v.

It ends up being a mistake. Aina's picture greets him on the screen as news spokespeople discuss the tragedy. He takes a shaky breath and holds himself pretty well until the interview with the family is shown. Her father does most of the talking while her mother cries hysterically over her dead child. Something in Izuku cracks at the sound of her despair. He buries his face in his bloody hands, tears mixing with her blood as he keens painfully.

He should've saved her, if only he were a little bit faster or more together, he could've. Instead, he's the failure who let her die, a poor little girl with her whole life ahead of her. He curses himself, ashamed of his behavior that led to her death.

The moments leading up to her death replay endlessly in his brain as he tries to come up with alternative actions that would've led to her preservation. He lays on the couch, staring at the ceiling, listless. When he falls asleep, his dreams are filled with her.

His thoughts have him spiraling. The dark recesses of his brain welcome him back with open arms. The same voices from middle school mix with new condescending tongues.

They whisper from behind a solitary door in his mindscape. Izuku knows this door very well, every crack and crevice. It opens by itself, a deep black awaiting him, muffled crying echoing in the dark chamber. He promises himself, "Only for a little while," and steps through. He knows how to find his way out, but right now, he wants to wallow in his grief.

The official two weeks of rest are completed and Izuku feels like a new man as he steps back into work. He allowed himself to mourn and regret, but now the door is closed and locked. After stepping away from it, color and light returned to the world.

To do this, he had to come to terms with some things. He knows Aina's death is not all of his account. Her father should've been honest with the police and the investigation, then her safe return could've been planned and executed. Instead, her father hid things from them and snuck around like a criminal in the night. Aina would've never had to meet Dorian if not for her father's actions. Would Izuku ever tell this to a grieving father? No, he'll play the bad guy and shoulder all the blame for him. Izuku isn't excusing his own behavior either.

Upon returning to work, he's been limited to desk duty, disallowed to visit crime scenes or go on manhunts. His email is packed past capacity as he starts going through. Luckily most of the earliest cases have been solved already so that gets rid of a few hundred emails.

He happily types away, focusing on his tasks at hand and the people around him. He takes his lunch with Kouta, catching up on the precinct drama. The most dramatic cases with the twists and turns, juicy enough for television, is what their conversation develops into.

He feels more comfortable in his own skin, like he's getting back to himself. Those around him seem to notice it too. There's a sharpness in his green eyes; they don't miss a thing. His head is clearer, and he sees more. The little twitches of the face muscles, a pulled lip here, another wince there. All the things he notices about a person that make him a great detective.

The aches and pains have mostly dulled, aggravated however by physical therapy. He's working on getting his body back to full, now that it's mostly healed.

He bids Kouta goodbye as he heads back to his office. He's nowhere near finishing his emails, not even halfway. Still, he plows through, and at the end of the day, he's happy to leave the work for work hours. His coworkers take him out for a small Welcome Back party, and he's happy to be in the moment.

He sighs to himself as he lays in bed. When is he gonna get his full privileges back? He's not built to only be an office guy. He needs the thrill of the chase. He needs to put his body on the line like his brothers and sisters on the force.

He is glad to be back at work, but it's not enough if he doesn't get to cuff the bad guy.

By the time he is granted full privileges, he's like a bull that's been poked and prodded before the gate opens at a rodeo. He's not exactly bucking and throwing himself about, but he does dive right in to new cases, going to crime scenes, interviewing suspects, advising on hero fights, the whole nine yards.

It feels so good to stretch his legs, tackle a fleeing suspect, save civilians by putting a bullet through their antagonizer's chest. The adrenaline and winning make Izuku stand taller. He's a man of the law and he's the best at what he does.

At work, he's the go-to man. He's the one everyone keeps trying to snag a conversation with. He's old reliable, the new Tsukauchi if they dare even think it. He lives for it, he thrives in it.

But that's his work self, and at the end of the day he's the same obsessive perfectionist. It's never enough. He's lost so much; he let a little girl die and he has to save ten thousand more little girls to make up for the one. Every life lost is a tragedy that must never be repeated. He'll save everyone he can. He won't repeat his mistakes. The thought of it is more than he can bear, and the weight on his shoulders is stifling.

He goes home, taking thoughts and plans for work with him. What's his next step? What's his next case? How will he maximize his gains? He sits at his laptop and types away until late in the evening. His head runs through multiple cases at once, solving and strategizing. The girl he lost seems to watch him from a corner of the room. He assures her, "I'll do better."

As he's scrolling through his files to attach a document to an email, he hears his doorbell ring. He sits back, having been deep in his work mode for the past five hours. The clock on his computer tells him it's damn near one in the morning! Who could that be at this hour!?

He stands and moves to get the door. He slides a small gun between the waist of his pants and his back, hiding it under his shirt. He hasn't had a scuffle with a criminal at his door for a couple weeks, so it might be time to break the streak.

He looks through the peephole and sucks in a breath at the person at his door. He calmly swings it open, curiosity and concern in his voice, "How can I help you, Kirishima-kun? Are you alright?"

The redhead exasperates, "I'm so glad you're awake! I need your help, Midoriya-san!"

Midoriya nods, stepping aside to let him pass, "Come in, what can I do for you?"

Kirishima walks in and begins to tell his story as they stand in the foyer, "You know Ground Zero and I went to the same high school, right? So, we've had a good relationship, teaming up and working together. Anyway, I get a text from him of an address and he tells me to call for backup if he doesn't respond by midnight. We do this with each other if we're soloing cases but want a bro to look out, you know?"

Izuku nods. He's aware of their friendly hero relationship, and he understands the look out information. That's fair. "So he didn't respond?"

Kirishima shows Izuku his phone, "Look, his last text then mine at 0015 to ask if he was okay. No response, and another at 0030 because I went to check out the address. His car is there but there's nobody else. I stopped at his house and his hero office before coming here. Nobody knows where he is… I've got a bad feeling, man."

Izuku hums while staring at the messages Kirishima has bombarded Katsuki with. He frowns, "Typically we don't consider people as missing until after twenty four hours-" He holds up a hand to stop Kirishima's protests, "However, I'm willing to start an investigation right now. Let me change and will you escort me to the address he sent you?"

"Yes! Thanks bro, I knew you'd help me!"

"I owe Zero one." Katsuki has been there for Izuku more than he's given the guy credit for. It wouldn't hurt to find him and make sure he's okay, return the favor so to speak.

He heads to his room to change into some more presentable clothes but stops in his tracks. A chill raises the hairs behind his neck and back as he witnesses Aina's figure in the corner of the room. Beside her is Katsuki's.

He shakes his head, "No, he won't be joining you, I'm better now."

A/N: Is he though? Tune in next week and find out MUAHAHAHA... Sorry, uh, yeah, hope y'all enjoyed! \^-^/