The end of the week finally came. And just like she promised, Mitsuki contacted the authorities. The only problem with that, they also needed to bring in Izuku.

So, come that Saturday morning, Mitsuki and Izuku went down to the police station. They had been told that a detective is going to be talking to them, Izuku more specifically.

Izuku was in a questioning room. And he's trying his best not to go into an episode.

They apparently haven't gotten his mother yet. So he sat here waiting for them to bring her.

He took in a shaky breath as he started to play with his hands. He absentmindedly started to pick at his skin as he stared down at the table. They wouldn't let Mitsuki back, which did not go over well with said woman.

He gripped his head. 'I'm okay. They're just going to question me. They won't let her hurt me,' he unknowingly started shaking.

He was also unaware of the others staring at him through the two way mirror. Tsukauchi watched the boy. He looked scared, and scarred. This was already not looking good.

"We've got her," Tsukauchi turned towards the door that just opened.

"And?" He questioned.

"She put up a fight, the apartment is also being searched, they've already found a bloody whip," officer Tamakawa stated.

"Have you started the DNA test," the human lie detector was not liking this at all.

"Results should be out soon. We also found the boys room. Completely bare of everything but a broken dresser, a mattress on the ground, and a desk that was obviously made by hand," Tamakawa frowned, hesitating a little.

"What else," Tsukauchi asked, not happy one bit.

"Bloody bandages and a bloody razor," the cat officer sighed.

"Self harm and self care," Tsukauchi rubbed his face. Tamakawa nodded.

They both turned and looked at the boy. He was shaking, and it looked like he was breathing fast. "Let's go in," Tsukauchi said.

They walked into the room and watched as the boy shakily looked up. Fear was all they could see in his eyes.

"Hey, we're not going to hurt you, we're just here to ask some questions," Tsukauchi tried to sooth Izuku.

"Y-You're l-l-lying…A-Auntie M-Mitsuki a-a-and U-U-Uncle M-Masaru a-are t-t-t-the o-only o-ones t-t-that w-won't h-hurt m-m-me," he hugged his body.

"Is the lady out there your Auntie?" This kid had trust issues. He gave the two a meek nod.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, please answer honestly, okay?" Tsukauchi sat in front of Izuku. Another meek nod.

"Does your mom hurt you on purpose," a slow hesitant nod. True.

"How long has this been going on?" They watched Izuku start to play with his hands.

"S-since d-d-dad l-left…e-e-eleven y-years." Truth.

"Why did your dad leave," just like that, all emotions left the boy's face.

"Because I'm a useless quirkless nobody that should have died during childbirth." Truth. He believed every word he had just spoken. That was not good.

"But a week ago, you saved someone, and you had a quirk then," Tamakawa was there, he remembered the screams of pain from the kid in front of him.

"I-I h-h-had j-just g-g-got i-it, i-i-in t-t-t-that m-m-moment," the boy mumbled. Truth.

"Trauma induced quirk," Tsukauchi spoke quietly. With this information, it was more than likely that the boy was also bullied.

"Why didn't you tell anyone."

"B-Because n-no o-one w-w-would b-believe m-m-me. T-T-T-They w-would s-say t-t-that I-I w-was d-doing i-it f-for a-attention." Truth.

Tsukauchi brought his hand up to rub his face, only to watch Izuku flinch back and look at him scared.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry, I-I p-p-promise t-t-that I-I'm t-t-t-telling t-t-the t-truth. P-Please d-do-don't h-h-hur-hurt m-m-me," he covered his head with his arms. He was shaking as tears started to leave his eyes.

"Hey, it's okay, we know you're telling the truth, we're not going to hurt you," Tsukauchi spoke as gently as he could. He looked over to Tamakawa. He was worried for the kid.

They silently decided that it was probably best not to let the mother see him. Tsukauchi and Tamakawa stood up and went to leave the room.

Izuku moved his hands away from his head. He watched the two go. They didn't hit him. He was confused. Hadn't they heard the part where was quirkless till recently. That meant he was an unnatural freak for many years.

Were they going to get his mom! His eyes widened at that thought. He tightly clutched his hands in his hair. He started to tug a bit. He couldn't see her, she'd kill him for getting her in this mess.

He started to hyperventilate. This panic attack came on strong, and was not going away. He couldn't breathe, how do you breathe again.

He felt a familiar gentle clawed hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Arsène was trying to calm him down.

"Breathe Izuku, I need you to breathe, deep breath in, and let it out, yeah like that, keep going… there was go, you're okay," Arsène gently started to run his clawed fingers through Izuku's hair. He found that this really helped calm the boy.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," he clung onto his persona.

"It's okay, you did nothing wrong," the persona spoke gently.

"S-Stay, p-p-please," the greenette quietly asked.

"Of course, I won't leave your side," Arsène continued to run his clawed fingers through the young boy's hair.

They sat there for an hour. Arsène keeping the boy calm. They didn't realize it, but Tsukauchi was watching them. A sad smile on his face. He had seen the whole thing.

The media had found out. The headlines were 'Quirkless boy gains quirk through trauma, potential child abuse?'. Tsukauchi sighed.

"Tsukauchi," Tamakawa poked his head in.

"Yeah," he looked over.

"Nezu's here," he was definitely not expecting that. Why was the Principle of UA here and what did he want?

"Bring him here, I don't think it's good to leave the kid unsupervised," he turned back to the two way mirror.

Five minutes later the door opened. Tsukauchi turned to see both Nezu and Eraserhead. He nodded towards them before turning back.

"Is that the kids in the news," Aizawa asked.

"Yeah, we're just lucky they don't know what he looks like, or his name," Tsukauchi sighed tiredly.

"Abuse case?" Those usually had the defective this tired.

"Severe abuse case, with horrid bullying and quirk discrimination on top of that," he looked down at the principle," Not that I don't like your company, but why are you here?"

"I wanted to see him," was all that was said.

"Well, that's him," they looked back up.

"He looks scared," Aizawa pointed out.

"I think he thought that we left to get his mother," Tsukauchi sighed.

"What did they find in the apartment," Nezh looked up.

Tsukauchi grimaced. "A…torcher room was the guest bedroom, knives covered in the kid's blood hidden in random places, a whip with his blood on it, along with a bloody belt. The kids room was completely bare except for a broken dresser, a mattress, a handmade desk, bloody bandages, and a bloody razor," he heard Aizawa take in a sharp breath.

"How long," the mouse dog bear thing looked back at the boy.

"Eleven years," Tsukauchi could see Nezu looking at the boy sadly.

"We've got what we came for, let's go Eraserhead. I would like to see the boy again sometime," and with that the principle and his top teacher left.

Tsukauchi sighed as he got ready to go back into the room. Hopefully whatever the boy's quirk is, wasn't hostile.

He walked in and sadly watched the boy tense. He saw him cling tighter to his quirk.

"Hey, I'm just here to talk about living arrangements. Since we couldn't get a hold of any relatives, we were going to put you into the system, but that didn't go over too well with the Bakugou's. They said they'd take you in," he watched Izuku.

"H-How l-long," he asked quietly.

"What do you mean how long," Tsukauchi was confused.

"I-I know they don't want me forever, how long are they going to foster me," he looked blank when he looked up to Tsukauchi.

"Until someone decides to adopt you," he told the young boy.

"N-No o-one w-will w-w-want m-me," Izuku leaned against Arsène.

"Someone will want you, trust me," he smiled down at Izuku. He got down on his knees. He held out his hand.

"And when someone does, your mom would have been in jail by then. Because you helped bring justice by trusting someone that could help," he kept his smile and his hand out.

"S-S-She'll b-be b-brought t-t-t-to j-justice?" Tsukauchi nodded at the question.

Izuku soon grabbed onto Tsukauchi's hand. He smiled as he brought the boy to his feet.

Izuku soon heard a sound like something broke. Soon a blue card was floating between him and Tsukauchi. 'The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. To find the one true path, one must seek guidance amidst uncertainty,' a deep, new, voice was heard. 'I am Sraosha, become stronger, and I'll look forward to helping you,' the voice then disappeared.

"What was that," Tsukauchi asked looking around.

"A-A n-new c-c-companion, a-although, i-it s-sounds l-l-like I-I-I n-need t-t-to b-be s-s-stronger t-t-to s-summon h-him," Izuku grabbed the card. They both watched as it slowly disappeared.

"Well, that seems to be everything, you can go home now," he smiled at the boy before walking away.

Izuku followed him out. When he made it to the front, he was immediately pulled into a hug. Causing him to flinch and stiffen up.

"You're okay, I was so mad when they would let me back there with you. You missed it, they dragged Inko in here kicking and screaming," Mitsuki continued to babble.

It was Katsuki that pulled his mom off of Izuku. "Let him breathe old hag, he's obviously been through a lot," he glared at his mom. That earned him a slap to the head.

"Please don't fight you two, please, let's just go home so Izuku can settle in," ah yes Masaru, the peacekeeper.

Katsuki huffed before gently grabbing Izuku's wrist and gently started to drag him. "Come on nerd, let's go home," he said with a small little smile.

"Y-Yeah, h-h-home," Izuku followed with a sad smile, believing that they won't want him for long. Unknown to him, and the Bakugou's, they aren't the only ones that want to take care of Izuku.

Nezu sat in his office, staring out the window. "Izuku Midoriya, huh, you caught my attention."