Keeping the smaller teen from throwing a tantrum and trying to make a run for it in his damaged state proved quite difficult for Bakugou.

What was even harder was explaining the situation to the police and his parents. He couldn't possibly think of a good reason for why he was hiding a wanted criminal, moreover for turning the green haired teen in after taking care of him first.

At the police station Bakugou had requested for his old homeroom teacher to come and prove his point. Aizawa had turned up, looking taken aback as Bakugou was explaining the situation to him.

Everyone in the room kept eyeing him with suspicion. It was only natural. It doesn't happen every day that a U.A. student goes missing, then turns up out of the blue, claiming to have no memory of the whole situation, only to have the said villain in his house the very next morning.

'So what exactly do you want me to do?' Aizawa asks Bakugou, not sure whether he should believe the boy's testimony.

'I want you to use your Quirk on him if needed.' Bakugou said it with determination.

After the behavior of Izuku this morning the puzzle pieces had fallen into place and made everything clear to Bakugou. Why the green haired boy had behaved like that, why he barely recognized his childhood friend and why he constantly had that feeling that something was wrong whenever he was close to him.

'How would I know if it's needed?' Aizawa questions him.

'You'll notice when you do.'

'You understand that everyone is cautious with your claims now.'

Bakugou nods. 'I know. But I know I'm right.'

The policeman motions at them to come forward towards the interrogation room.

Bakugou walks in, seeing the green haired teen chained to the table. It makes him feel bad for making him look so vulnerable. Izuku's shoulders are hunched and his head is hanging low. Just one glance can tell everyone that he feels extremely vulnerable and regretful.

Bakugou walks around the table and sits down on the other chair. Izuku glances up, tears in the corners of his eyes and a look that screams betrayal. Aizawa takes place in the corner, distancing himself from the conversation but staying within reach to act if necessary.

'Why did you do that?' Izuku asks, his voice breaking on every word.

'I had to,' Bakugou replies, trying to stay calm. He can feel his insides stirring, but it isn't Izuku's doing.

'I don't understand,' the smaller teen replies, on the verge of breaking. Bakugou can understand what he's feeling. After losing his motivation to… well… be bad, he must feel terrible for everything he's done.

'I think I know why you did all of this.'

Izuku finally looks up at him for real, his eyes big green orbs as they stare in curiosity.

'You never had Quirk counselling, did you?' Bakugou asks.

Izuku shakes his head. He never told anyone he had a Quirk. They presumed him Quirkless, so they didn't give him the counselling that other kids got.

'Do you even know how to use your Quirk?'

Izuku perks up. It had never occurred to him that Quirk usage was something that was taught. An eerie feeling sinks to Izuku's stomach as he realizes what Bakugou is implying.

'Have I… been using my Quirk all this time?' he slowly questions. He can barely believe it himself. He was four when he discovered it for the first time. Knowing that he's been using it on himself for over eleven years… It seems surreal.

'I don't understand,' Izuku continues. 'How did I never notice? Why did I never turn it off? Why did I….' He stops in the middle of the sentence.

'Why did you use it for something like this?' Bakugou finishes.

Izuku lets his head hang low again as the reality of the situation sinks in.

'It isn't very hard,' Aizawa says as he steps forward. 'It was very common for the first generations not to understand the limits and usage of their own Quirks. They misused it constantly without actually meaning to. Considering your Quirk, it seems that you activated it when you were feeling bad, and not knowing how to turn it off, got stuck in that feeling. Extensive use of Quirks also have recoils. In your Quirk, probably a shift in personality.'

Izuku's hands are trembling as he's trying to process all of this information. He can't believe it. He doesn't want to believe it. Blaming everything he's done on his Quirk is… too easy.

'Now what?' Izuku says, his voice barely a whisper.

'It's hard to say. There aren't very many occasions anymore in which a Quirk user gets overwhelmed by their own Quirk for so long. The line between what you've done yourself and what's caused by your Quirk becomes very thin after so long.'

Izuku swallows. He wasn't aware of anything like this. 'But, why was I never able to turn it off before?' he questions.

'It's because your body always kept it active,' Bakugou speaks up. 'I noticed it the first time I attacked you.'

Izuku cocks his head at the blonde.

'After that, when you woke up, you reacted differently to me. Because you were caught off guard and injured, your body had less energy to keep your Quirk going and turned it down.'

'But after the attack on the League…,' Izuku says.

'Your body was so beat down and drained of energy your body put all of it into keeping you alive.'

Izuku is shaking. He can't believe he was so manipulated by his own Quirk. It makes him feel terrible.

'Midoriya.'

Izuku looks directly at the man with long black hair that just spoke up.

'What do you want to be?' He's surprised by the question. He thought it had been set in stone that he had become a villain. That he'd been unable to control his Quirk, and was thus a hazard to the outside world.

'I.. I want to be a hero!' he says, speaking up.

Aizawa nods. 'I thought so.'

The man starts to move towards the door, beckoning Bakugou to follow him.

'Wait.'

Aizawa looks over his shoulder.

'What is going to happen to me?' Izuku asks, his voice unsure.

'I can't guarantee anything. It isn't up to me.' With that, the two of them step out of the room, leaving a very confused boy behind.

Izuku has spent countless hours talking to several people, not knowing what exactly they wanted off him. They gave him so many questionnaires, asked him so many questions that seemed completely off topic, that it makes him dizzy.

'There's someone here to see you,' one of the policemen speaks up, pulling his attention back to the real world.

He gets to his feet, stretching his arms above his head, tired from lying on the cold bed meant for criminals for hours.

He's now certain he isn't a villain anymore. The first day he discovered his Quirk had finally turned off, he felt better. Less constricted. The second day, he had started to feel relieved. The third day, his mind started to clear. After a week, he's sure he has finally found his real self after all this time.

He quietly follows the man towards the meeting room. He walks in, his head down. He's sure that nobody but Kacchan would want to come see him, and he isn't sure on how to apologize yet, so he'd rather avoid it for the time being.

'Izuku?' a tear filled voice crosses the room.

Izuku looks up, panic instantly overwhelming him. On the other side of the room he sees a plump woman, tears streaming down her face, her hair as green as his, seemingly distressed.

Izuku backs away. He shakes his head. He isn't ready for this. Not this.

His mom is making her way forward, closing the distance between the two of them. He can't figure out what her expression means. Is she hurt? Is she glad he's safe? Is she angry?

As she comes closer he's starting to pick up pieces of her emotions, but it's in scrambles and he's unable to read a single one from them.

He can't back away anymore. He can't run. He has to face her. As she is within arm's reach she reaches out, pulling him to her chest as she collapses holding him, sobbing heavily into his shoulder.

Izuku can't help but feel the sadness and relief running through her as his eyes start to tear up as well. He wraps his arms around her body, pulling her close, not wanting to let go of the only person that will love him unconditionally despite everything he's done.

'I'm sorry,' he sobs.

She shakes her head. 'It isn't your fault.'

Izuku feels like his heart has just shattered. It is his fault. Everything he's done is due to him. He holds tighter onto her sweater. 'That isn't true.'

She pulls back to look at him, his eyes filled with tears as well.

'I did this. That was all me. I'm responsible for my own actions.'

She smiles a little at him.

'But you didn't mean to.'

Izuku looks at her, his lip trembling. He never realized how much he had missed her loving gaze. He shakes his head, unable to speak for he would burst into tears again.

She pulls him back into a hug and rubs his back soothingly. 'Then everything will be fine.'

After everything that's happened and countless people telling him the exact same thing, he finally believes it.

Oof, I feel like this chapter became more of a mess than I intended. Apologies if anything is vague! I tried my best to explain everything ^_^