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Tsukauchi was in the waiting room of the hospital when he arrived. He was pacing back and forth. Just watching the detective made Tsunagu dizzy. He couldn't leave however not if what he said was true.

Not if one of his soul children were here. He had to know for sure that it was one of his though. There had been a false positive once before. That very nearly broke him. Not exactly uncommon. Soul marks could be similar and it was why when situations like this arose confirmations were needed.

When a soulparent, Soulchild, or soulmate saw their mark they instantly recognized it. Something in them would know it to be theirs. Registers were made so that others could be alerted in case of danger.

Tsunagu felt a pit of worry eat at him as he approached Tsukauchi. He asked, "Any word yet?"

Tsukauchi shook his head as he said, "Not since they gave me a short run down and told me that I should contact you. Sansa has his mother in custody and she will not get away with this."

"His mother did this?" Asked Tsunagu aghast.

What kind of parent would harm their child? Soulmark or no soul mark children were meant to be cared for. To harm a child was one of the worst things a person could do.

Tsukauchi nodded, "She did. And if it wasn't for his friend he would have died."

"A friend?"

"One Bakugo Katsuki," answered Tsukauchi, "He received a phone call from Izuku Midoriya, the child in question, and accepted it. Midoriya has been mostly mute for over a year so he had thought it odd. It was a good thing he did."

Bakugo Katsuki? Now, why did that name seem familiar? A memory was tugging at him just on the edge of his mind.

Any further talk was quelled when a doctor came in. He seemed to search the room for a moment before his eyes fell on them. Quickly he motioned for them to follow and led them through the hospital. They took the elevator up to the fourth floor and down several hallways until they reached a door. There wasn't a window to allow anyone to see in. Nor was there a name on the door. Just its door number.

Tsukauchi asked his voice hard, "Why?"

The doctor held up a hand to stop the questions and then said, "It's for his own protection. His mother has connections with some influential figures. They might want to hurt him. Not to mention any quirkist that find out he's here.."

"Who?"

The doctor glanced at them suspiciously for a moment before he said, "The Bakugo family. Adult Bakugos have made some remarks against the quirkless. They don't get in trouble for it because of their connections."

There was that name again.

Tsukauchi blinked and then said dumbfounded, "Wait the fashion designers? They are friends with the one who did this."

That's how he knew the name. They had been to several of his galas. He would have to look into them.

Tsunagu opened his mouth to ask a few questions of his own when a cold thrill of fear ran down his spine. It wasn't his own. He knew that. There was absolutely no need for him to be afraid right now. By the way, Tsukauchi stiffened he felt it too. What in the world?

Tsukauchi breathlessly said, "Fear."

No shit detective but what... Tsukauchi was already entering the room before Tsunagu could finish the thought.

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Waking up in a hospital was a surprise. He knew immediately what it was by the distinct smell. Actually waking up at all he had to admit was a surprise. Izuku quite honestly believed his mother had killed him.

Opening his eyes he found a white ceiling above him. A quick glance told him that he was alone in a single room. There was a window overlooking the city and a bathroom door not too far from that. All in all, it was a nice room and not one he expected for a supposedly quirkless child. The administration would charge him out of the ass for this. And there was no way his mother would pay for it.

Izuku started as he remembered what had put him there in the first place. His mother had actually tried to kill him. She had threatened to do as such many times but he never actually thought she would. Starve him out, yes. Beat him to death, no. Why was his life so fucked up?

Emotions were beginning to rise in him and despite knowing what it meant he couldn't exactly stop them. If there was anyone around him they would feel the effects of his quirk. Anger was the foremost emotion.

Why couldn't he be normal? Why couldn't he have someone actually give a damn about him? An adult who didn't see him as a punching bag.

The door slammed open suddenly and Izuku was off the bed on his feet in seconds. Years of being a vigilante had ingrained instincts into him. Before he realized what he was doing he was reaching for one of his knives. Knives that weren't there unfortunately for him.

Still weak from his earlier ordeal Izuku swayed just managing to keep on his feet. It took him a moment to realize that it was his favorite detective who entered. Tsukauchi Naomasa. Apart of him wanted to relax as he knew the man wasn't a quirkist. This was the more logical part of his mind. The one that had worked with the detective for over a year. The less rational part of his mind told him to go out the window. He could make it down the side of the building long before Tsukauchi would make it outside.

The plan was seriously being considered when a tall lanky blond-haired man walked in. There was no mistaking him as he was still in his hero costume. Izuku had heard Katsuki talk time and time again about this man. It was Best Jeanist and there was no way in hell he would actually make it out the window much less down the side of the building. What in the hell did he want?

A cold shiver of fear ran down his spine. Did they know? If they did know what was he going to do?