It was a quiet rainy night in the city of Tokyo as there was a young man walking through the streets. His eyes dark as he was carrying something in his eyes covered in a blanket as if he was trying to keep whatever was underneath from getting wet, holding very close to his chest. He looked up at and saw that he was just one more block away from where he needed to be.

"Almost there." He muttered quietly as he continued walking through the rain, not caring if his clothes were drenched or he got sick, his main priority was the kid he had in his arms.

Why was the kid so important to him, it was simple.

He needed help.

After arriving at his home, he gently kicked the bottom of the door twice signaling someone that he was at the door.

"One second." A voice ranged through the other side of the door. "Did you lock yourself out again?"

He backed up as soon as he heard footsteps, the door opened and he was met with a woman. She had turquoise eyes with shoulder-length white hair with traces of red, ear-length side bangs and short clump hanging over her forehead. She had on a blue top with long pajama pants.

The said paused as she looked down in his arms and saw that he was carrying something.

"Ryo, what's that?" She asked as she looked up and then noticed his expression. His eyes were darkened as if he saw something he shouldn't have. "Ryo…"

"I'll… I'll explain, just… let me inside." He said in a shaking tone as if he was trying to keep himself from exploding. The woman just nodded her head and let him walk inside before closing the door. Turning around, she watched the young man head over to the couch before gently setting the care package down, reaching the top of the sheet before pulling it away and her eyes widened in shock.

In front of them was a kid, not just any kid, it was someone who had look like they been through hell. A mop of green hair with freckles on his cheeks in his school uniform… or what was left of it. They were burn marks all over and tears throughout the uniform like he had been thrown into a barbed wire fence.

"Izuku…" She recognized the child before her as she ran over and kneeled down to inspect the boy. She slowly reached for face and as soon as she touched his cheek, he whimpered as if he was in pain.

"Fuyumi…" the said woman turned to Ryo who was looking down at his hands that were dark red as if they were coated in blood. "…. How much faith do you have in the heroes right now?"

His question sent alarms in her mind, they were rare times when Ryo would get extremely angry or upset and from what she had just seen, it's clear that something really bad happened to Izuku but she doesn't know what and… she's afraid to find out why….

"Ryo…"

"How much suffering does one need to go through in order to live? How come the kind ones suffer the most while the corrupt ones get away scott-free with no remorse of their actions?"

Ryo then finally looked up at her and her heart panged with sadness at seeing her other half, stare at her with blank expression but she knew that there was a wave of emotions beneath the surface.

"How would you feel if you were told to kill yourself by someone close to you?" He whispered.

Slowly, standing up she walked over to Ryo and gently placed her hands over his shaking ones and knew that he needed her right now. She raised her hand to his left cheek and gently caressed it as she felt him shudder at her touch while wiping away the blood on his face.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Fuyumi said in a soft tone. Ryo looked over to Izuku, not wanting to take his eyes off the kid afraid that he might leave and try to hurt himself again. "He'll be okay, he'll still be here when we're done."

Ryo looked at over the young boy a few more seconds before reluctantly nodding his head and followed her as she guided him to the bathroom.

As they entered their room, Ryo went ahead and started undressing himself, taking off the bloody clothes and set them aside in a basket leaving him naked and walked into the bathroom. Turning on the water, he set the shower to hot and waited for a bit before turning to the mirror. Looking at his figure, it wasn't much other than that he was skinny and average with some muscle but there were also a huge amount of scar tissue on his body. Half of them from when he was abused from his peers, a few from his time as an officer but the most was from his parents before someone found out about them.

As he was lost in thought, he was unaware that Fuyumi had entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She saw his scars and knew that he was self-reflecting on his appearance, so she quickly grabbed his hand and brought him to the tub. Once there inside, she sat him down on the stool adjusting the shower head a bit and then sat on her knees behind him as she started washing him. She gently scrub his body even down below, were it in any other night it would be appropriate for them to engage in their lustful activities but today was different.

After their shower, they both dried off and got dress into some casual clothes. Ryo in some shorts and grey t-shirt while she was in a white top, and blue pajama pants. They walked back into the living room where Izuku was still asleep and sat down on the couch beside him. Fuyumi wrapped Ryo into her arms, bringing his head to her bosom so he could hear heartbeat and ran her fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms around her midsection.

"You can start whenever you're ready." Fuyumi whispered softly, not wanting to pressure him.

Ryo sighed deeply as Fuyumi shuddered from his action but regained her posture and continued her ministrations as she waited for him to speak.

"It started like out any other day…"