"I'm sorry, Erisa-san..." I looked down with my fists curled on top of my lap.

I felt horrible that I had caused so much trouble and had led two persons important to me almost to their... limit. It's because of me that my mom and Kacchan's and Ibusaki-san had been included to my mess; hurt.

A nurse was treating their wounds. She offered us ice packs for the bruises but I was unharmed - not even a single scratch - and I didn't need it, which made me more horrible. I couldn't even lift my gaze to see theirs from too much guilt.

The nurse took her leave when she was sure everyone was treated.

A figure came approaching and halted just in front of me. It bent down to reach my level. Two hands were suddenly on my cheeks and lifting my head, forcing me to meet this person's strict green eyes.

"Apology isn't needed, dear Izuku." She softly said yet I could clearly see pain in her eyes.

"My daughter had... chosen that desicion. It was risky, indeed. And losing her is like losing Wataru and my world..." Her voice trailed off and as if she was staring at a void of nothingness for a moment.

My eyes stung and tears began building up on the corners of my eyes.

"I... I'm-" a finger was placed on my lips to stop me from speaking.

"Don't apologize. It's fine." She said and removed her finger off from my lips. "Wataru will make sure that they both have a successful operation."

Her words were confident yet her tone was forced and it pains me that I'm causing everybody problems. I have no idea how she could do that. Just imagining myself in her situation, I just can't I would have break down and blame someone right now. But, she's just trying her best to cool things off even at worst situations.

As I didn't realize I was thinking deeply, I was embraced from my side. I glance and saw my mom had been the one who hugged me.

"Izuku. Stop stressing yourself. We are not blaming you here." She sternly told me and I couldn't help myself but to look at her weakly when she broke our hug.

"You are not at fault."

"B-but... M-mom..." My voice cracked as warm tears roll down from my eyes. I'm such a crybaby. "E-emi-lia... got h-hurt. A-and, K-kaccha- wa-was sh-shot... And... A-and..."

It was frustrating that I couldn't even finish a complete sentence without my voice shaking. I know I should be the one to blame here. There's no one else. I don't want them comforting me that I had nothing to blame myself here.

If only I was-

"Izuku-kun..." I looked up and saw Kacchan's mom in front of me.

As soon as our eyes met, I had no time to process things out why. Why her eyes were... angry. I was afraid she'd get angry at me for putting her son in a critical situation. But before I knew it, a hand flew at my cheek forcing my head to face side-way from the impact. After the contact sounded, the whole room was dead silent.

Stinging hot pain began to take effect on my cheek. It took a good half, or so, minute before the fact that she had slapped me sunk into my mind.

"Kaori!" Mom exclaimed and bolted up from her seat. "You hurt Izuku! What were you thinking?!" She scolded her with obvious fury.

I look at them and saw that Erisa-san has a shock painted on her face, maybe couldn't believe that I have been slapped. I was sure I do have that same expression too. But that's not what I'm supposed to worry about now.

Mom glared at Kaori-san while she only looked back with pissed eyes and a sneer on her lips. Like the way Kacchan does when he's annoyed.

"Sugar coating as always, Inko." Said Kaori-san.

"Sugar coating? Kaori, I am comforting Izuku because I know being stressful is dangerous for him! You know, he had been suffering stress all over these four months! And we're trying to decrease it to not further affect the babies!" Mom raged, fists curled on her sides.

The look on her face says she was offended to what Kaori-san had just said. I do appreciate my mom's effort on comforting me and all. But I'm just not sure what was wrong. Even if I was trying to cheer myself up, I couldn't bring myself to honestly do it. But, I don't really think mom was sugar coating at all...

"Hurting him more now isn't necessary. I don't want to see Izuku carrying too much burden when I couldn't do anything..." She added and her voice trailed off.

"Oh, Inko. I'm a hundred and one percent that you know me that well. We've been friends for a long time. And about sugar coat part, sorry I was wrong." Kaori-san stood firmly tall and looked down at my mom with a frown.

"That is, you're unconsciously making him rub the salt into his own wounds."

Mom's eyes turned wide, mouth slightly agape.

She was about to say a word but Kaori-san spoke first.

"I mean, you're the one who said it. You don't want to see Izuku-kun carrying some heavy burdens. Yet, in this situation, it's him who's the one who should do it." She breaths for a pause then; "It is him himself who can cure his stress and negativity. Comforting was not a problem. However... you both may not realize it, it's making the boy more horrible."

Kaori-san turned her attention to me with a straight face with a mixture of worry.

Due to shock from her words, I couldn't take my focus off of hers. Honestly, it's difficult to do what she said. I have no clue when did my negativity had started to begin with. I was just worried that I had caused others problems...

"I will say this for the last time. You are not to be blamed here because some idiots out there had been the ones at fault, who currently are unknown, and were the ones who were plotting to kidnap you. So, you'd better stop spouting nonsense or you'd get to taste another slap from me."

She raises her hand as if to warn that she's ready to give me another of it. I was still dazed from her words. So the only word I unsurely replied her was; "Yes..."

Then the door opened which caught our attention.

[3rd Person POV]

A man with touseled teal blue hair proceeded in with a solemn expression. His silver eyes showed disappointment and a frown curled on his lips.

Other people in the room stared at him. Izuku, taking it worst, had a terrified look. He definitely knew the doctor brought a bad news. And his heart wasn't even prepared. Inko held supportingly his hand. He dreaded the words that the doctor's about say.

Even if he wanted to cover his ears and pretend everything was going to be okay from now, he couldn't. He bit his lower lip to contain his emotions.

"W-wataru..." Erisa utter. Even she couldn't hold her tone properly like a professional. "What happened...? How was the results?"

Wataru looked at her; "Oh, they're stable now. They'll probably regain conscious after some good hours of rest."

They all breathed a sigh of relief. A little pissed that they had misunderstood the situation. Izuku's chest suddenly felt light from hearing that.

"What's the bad news?" Erisa straightly questioned. I'll let him pass for now..., she thought.

"The culprit..." He said and tension began to grow in the room.

"She's revealed herself."

"Wait. She? A woman?" Ibusaki exclaimed.

Even the others were surprised that the culprit was a woman.

"Unfortunately, it is true. It is also true that Izuku-kun's case is highly confidential and few numbers only knew it. And by few numbers, I mean very few. But I didn't expect that this person, one of them, would be a traitor."

"Can you tell us her name?" Kaori asked but more of a statement.

"It's... Kumo Anri."

Inko, Izuku, and Kaori only have puzzeled faces as they have no clue who that person was. However, Ibusaki and Erisa both have disbelief painted on their faces as soon as that name rolled out of Wataru's tongue.

"Umm, may I ask... Who that person might be?" Izuku, mostly confused and worried of all, spoke up.

Wataru gaze at the boy. "You see... Kumo Anri is my assistant. I never introduced her to you so you wouldn't know." Then shifted it to the boy's mother. "She was the one I had been with when the time your son was delivered here from the beginning of all this. And she was also the one who first knew about Izuku-kun's pregnancy."

Inko covers her mouth when she felt that something clicked deep in her memories. She had seen his assistant before but she didn't paid her much attention because she was too worried sick to her son to even bother people around her.

Erisa clenched her fists tightly. She couldn't believe that her husband's assistant, who she quite trust with things and stuffs, had fooled them to this mess. Yet, as much as she wanted to believe it, she still have hope that somehow it was just someone tricking them to blame Kumo Anri.

"Wataru-san, if I may ask, is there any proof that Kumo-san was the one behind all this?" Ibusaki spoke.

Wataru fished his hand in his pocket and took a crumpled paper.

"Don't mind if it's crumpled. Quite frustrated when I first read it." He reminded and spread it open for them to read.

'Let me have the boy and I promise to spare your lives. And if you do not, within 3 months, I will hunt for the boy before the fetuses fully developed. Our previous fight will be resumed. My men are waiting patiently for my next command. Think wisely, doctor.

Best wishes;
-Kumo Anri ?'

"It states here clearly that she's also the one behind Emilia's kidnap years ago." He noted with a sour face.

"What." Erisa exclaimed and the anger is now obvious on her face.

She could already feel anger boiling inside her in a dangerous pace. She clearly knew it now. That woman is not worthy of her trust. Kumo Anri had put her daughter in danger, because of Emilia's interesting quirk, and now. Now, Izuku was involved.

Erisa noted herself. She needed to contain her temper.

Their attention turned to Kaori, who cleared her throat.

"Well. That woman must be a bītch who's crazy for some sack. Putting that shītty kiss mark on the end, best wishes my ass." She crosses her arms below her chest, a sneer on her lips.

Both Midoriya just stared at her in bewilder. Inko noticed that Kaori's true colors are starting to show, that when she's really pissed she starts talking with colorful words of hers.

"How about we form a surprise plan for this bītch?"

Hours had passed and the adults were busy thinking for a plan to protect Izuku. Izuku, on the other hand, had been suggested by his mother to skip this one out since he's been stressed enough for the day.

Wataru allowed the boy to pay Emilia and Katsuki a visit. He didn't hesitate and agreed. A nurse led him to their designated private room and Izuku proceeded in alone.

Emilia lay quietly on the left side and Katsuki lay on the right side. Izuku watched from the door way how the machines beside them beep from time to time and some needles in the back of their hands penetrated their skin.

The boy carefully closed the door behind him and headed first to the girl's bed. He took the chair that's just beside the bed and sat on it. Izuku observed her features; fair yet a little pale skin and pale dry lips. She somehow look dead but Izuku assured himself that she's alive. He remained silent for some moments and finally looked straight at Emilia's face.

"Emilia-san... Thank you." He crept a small glad smile.

He had enough of crying so he's preventing it as much as he can.

"Thank you for saving me. And especially Kacchan. If it weren't for you, he would have..." He paused and unconsciously chewed his lower lip. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest. "Never mind."

He stayed silent and the only sounds in the room were the machines. He couldn't think of anything else to say so he moved his attention to his childhood friend. Izuku dragged his chair beside Katsuki's bed.

He remained meek because even if Katsuki was sleeping and wasn't aware of his presence near him, Izuku still felt his heart pounding nervously in his chest. Since they are alone, he dared himself to hold Katsuki's hand.

Izuku admired how Katsuki's hand was bigger than his and how rough his palm proving that he's training very hard. He didn't notice that a smile formed on his lips. He remembered the incident that happened earlier. The hand he's holding right now was the one that gave him a squeeze of assurance.

He turned up to gaze Katsuki on his sleeping face.

"I love you, Kacchan." He mumbled softly.

Izuku suddenly snapped back to reality as soon as he realized what he just said. His cheeks flushed and turned bright red, spreading all over his face to his neck. He couldn't believe that he actually said that.

His eyes turned wide when he felt Katsuki's hand twitch. Izuku flinched. His heart pounding hard making him hard to breath. He was about to pull back his hand but he realize that Katsuki took it in his grasp, securing it.

Izuku began to panic. Due to it, he couldn't take his hand back as he slowly observe Katsuki regaining conscious. His blood draining out of his system, causing his skin to turn white.

'Oh... shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh shit!' These are the words currently swimming in his thoughts as of the moment.

Katsuki groaned and little by little his eyes began to flutter open. He first gazed up the white ceiling and somehow decided to avert it away to look at the person with black hair with green on the tips just beside him, looking at him in pure shock and red cheeks.

"D-de...ku?" He croaked.

Izuku was just about to reply back, trying to get the right words at the same time, when Katsuki's attention turned down just to witness he was holding Izuku's hand.

He immediately felt wide awake and blood running up to his own cheeks.

"Why... am I holding your hand?"

A/N: I apologize for just updating now. You see, I also have an account in Wattpad and this story here in Fanfic is two chapters late from there. So... here it is! It was just school and stuffs that I couldn't update this. I'm currently preparing the chapter 11. And... yep. Yeah...