Chapter 19

Breakfast was on fire the way his hands sometimes were. Except breakfast wasn't something that was supposed to be on fire and couldn't quite take the heat. "Yo, man what are you doing?" Kirishima shouted reaching to take the pan. Katsuki be lying if he said that she hadn't taken him by surprise, although he had dreamt of her kissing him, he would've never bet on it in a thousand years. That woman had the confidence of an a thousand-solider army that was being led into battle against an island of small ruffians. A single tree island. They knew they would win. They weren't thinking about the battle ahead they were plotting dinner. He shooed Kirishima away from the pan. He had promised a decent breakfast and a decent breakfast they were all getting. Besides if breakfast had to be trashed it was going to be trashed to his liking. He didn't remember sleeping, but he did remember dreaming of a night from several years ago drunkenly dragging Uraraka off onto the dance floor. He remembered spinning her until he blacked out. It had been a good night.

Something clattered in the living room. Katsuki turned off the stove beginning to head for the living room, "Kirishima are you okay?" Uraraka crossed the living room, Kirishima was on the floor along with several frames from one of his shelves and some plates. Only one was broken.

"Yeah, I-I slipped." Kirishima smiled up towards her, un-shuffling from his premature burial.

Katsuki glanced towards the frame underneath Kirishima's hand. It had to be the one with the picture of him, Kirishima, and Raiz. Katsuki turned back to the kitchen. Maybe he should've considered putting it away when bringing him back to the house. It wasn't the first thing that was on his mind at the moment and he'd be lying if he said that it hadn't crossed his mind a couple of times throughout the night. He had an excuse for every reason not to go get it and put it away. Maybe it was cruel to leave the picture out right in front of where Kirishima was sleeping. "I'll put it away."

"I don't mind." Kirishima pulled the picture up to his face, "It's been almost a year since I've seen his face. I guess I was just startled because I didn't expect you to have pictures throughout the room."

Uraraka leaned down glancing the picture over, "That was Raiz right?"

"I'm surprised you remembered his face, you only met once or twice."

Katsuki returned to the kitchen dishing out breakfast. He hadn't remembered Raiz and Uraraka ever meeting. And it was a rarity for Kirishima to take Raiz out without back-up. They commonly worked in a unit of three. Primarily it was Raiz, Kirishima, and himself. Maybe there had been a day or two where they went out without him.

"Yeah, I met him at a party once, he was a bit lost. Remember when you accidentally handed him the wrong drink?"

Kirishima let a laugh escape, "Yeah, how could I not? He thought I was his sister the whole night. Do you know how hard it was to get him to listen to me?"

Kirishima's eyes darted back down to the picture in his hands. Katsuki set the plates on the coffee table in front of the couch, "If you're not going to pick up the mess than eat breakfast."

Kirishima nodded grabbing the plate that was in front of him. Katsuki slid another to Uraraka. "How are we getting so far in the investigation?" Kirishima glanced down at the food, pushing the omelet around on the table.

"How much do you know?"

"I know you and Uraraka were looking into a possible attack on the class. Is everyone safe? Does everyone know?"

Katsuki glanced towards Uraraka, that wasn't a clear explanation he didn't know where to start. But that likely meant that Kirishima knew enough to defend himself and no more. Katsuki found himself thrown back to the night at the beach for an entirely different reason then what Uraraka's presence did to him. Deku. Deku standing in the doorway that night, throwing paperwork in his face. Raiz. He felt his skin boil. Someone was posing as Raiz. Katsuki glanced towards Kirishima, "There was a pile of paperwork Deku brought to me a while back. In some of the pictures, it looked like Raiz was there."

Kirishima nodded, "Where's the paperwork now?"

Uraraka walked into the other room, coming back with a pile three times the size it was then last time she had seen it. She sorted the paperwork, removing the permissions for the access to files from the evidence.

Kirishima glanced around the paperwork, picking up the picture of a drug deal. "How old is this picture?"

"Less than a year."

Kirishima's face darkened, "Something's not right. If you see they're markings that's the old gang that Raiz was born into, but on the roof is Raiz." Kirishima knew that they had noticed Raiz was there, but the gang was a new thing. "And this drug deal was a setup. The ones that were arrested wore trackers to get into a prison. You can see it on their ankles right here."

Uraraka glanced to the pictures where Kirishima was pointing, "How would you know all that?"

"The ones that knew about Raiz…they were there with me. They were proud of Raiz for being able to get out of there. Sure, each of them had conflicting opinions, but they….they told me that Raiz had always looked happiest when helping people. So, you can imagine that I was taken under their wing."

"But why would he be there?"

Kirishima glanced over the picture again, "This alley, these people. They're all people you know Katsuki. If the police hadn't shown up first." Kirishima reached for Katsuki's phone. He nodded unlocking it letting Kirishima page through it. "Your typical route for that night." Kirishima flipped from the calendar to the maps application, lining the route out, "And where the drug deal went down. With all rather powerful gang members." Kirishima circled a building near the end. "And then there's this." Kirishima tapped on the person that looked like Raiz. "It was a trap. They're after you."

"They've attacked each of you. That doesn't make-"

"Katsuki wait."

"They might've attacked each of us, but Katsuki you were there one each night."

Kirishima was right. He had been there on each night, it was no secret that after getting his hero's license he was a bit of a busy-body. And it was no secret whom he didn't mind working with. Heck, even the scar that ran up Uraraka's neck was probably his-no it was their fault- Katsuki glanced over towards his coat. He would have to start looking for these people and give them a piece of his mind. They had killed Raiz, thrown Kirishima in jail, given Uraraka that scar, and attempted to throw him in jail to. These people were smart and deadly, but their time was running out.

"But that doesn't make sense. If their goal was to get into the prison. Why would they target Katsuki?"

"Doesn't mean they had just one goal. And don't expect that the gang members were completely honest with a former hero, comrade's ally or not."

Katsuki glanced towards his breakfast, he was eating the slower than the rest of them, he scarfed. He wanted to get to work and get this whole case behind them.

"The question is what do we do next?"

"We visit that gang and give them a piece of our minds."