Shoto's Apartment
A door opened and Shoto Todoroki looked surprised.
"Dad! You're early."
Enji Todoroki took a few proprietary steps into the apartment. He was sweating.
"Happy Thanksgiving to you too." Enji said.
"You're not going to believe what happened at the parade! Reiko and I were almost..." Shoto tried.
"I know. I heard all about it." Enji said.
He settled onto the sofa next to Reiko, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He looked up at Shoto, consumed with guilt.
"Are you... all right, son?" Enji said.
"I'm fine." Shoto said, but Enji gave him a concerned look. "Really. Thanks for asking."
Reiko pouted. "I'm fine too. Thanks."
Enji ignored her. "Shoto, I know I've... let you down. On occasion. In the past."
He glanced at Reiko in irritation, wished she wasn't there, but he had to get this off his chest.
"Let's just say... I didn't know what I was doing. And that it won't happen again." Enji said.
"Thanks, Dad." Shoto said, wondering what was up. "Hey, why don't we have a Thanksgiving dinner? I didn't make anything, but the four of us could go out."
Enji was suddenly back to himself. "Can't today, working. But I'd be happy to pick up your check. Where's this new tenant of ours? I'm afraid I need to meet him and go."
"He's not a tenant. He goes to school with me. He's you know, an amigo." Shoto said.
Outside the Apartment Building
WHOOSH! Shoto's amigo, dressed as El Hombre Arana at the moment, landed on the side of his apartment building, injured. He pivoted awkwardly, favoring his injuries, and crawled down a few floors.
He found his window, slid it open, and crawled inside.
Izuku's Bedroom
Izuku pulled off his mask and dropped onto the floor in his bedroom.
He was bleeding from the cut on his hand and his ankle was killing him.
Living Room
They heard a thud as he hit the floor.
"Speak of the devil." Enji said.
"That's weird, I didn't know he was here." Shoto said
"Izuku?" Worried about his injuries, Kuri got up and headed for his bedroom.
Izuku's Bedroom
He whipped around and looked at the door, wild-eyed. He saw shadows moving in the light under it, heard Kuri's voice calling to him.
He was still in his costume, mask off, holding a bundle of street clothes.
Living Room
Kuri was nearly to the door. Enji and Shoto were just behind her. She turned the handle, opened it, and they all saw—nothing. The room was empty.
Enji leaned past her and glanced around the room. Kind of a mess, clothes and books and science equipment scattered everywhere. But no Izuku.
Izuku, in full costume but without his mask, clung to the ceiling not two feet over their heads, clutching his bundle of street clothes under his arm. He looked at his right hand. A big, fat drop of blood was oozing out from the cut, right over Osborn's head. Izuku bit his lip.
"Tell him we don't have maid service." Enji said.
The drop of blood fell—and Enji turned to walk out. The drop hit the light-colored carpet, right where he was standing. Enji, the last in the doorway, froze, tilted his head at the sound. Good hearing, man.
The other two left, but Enji turned and walked back to where he was standing.
On the ceiling, Spidey's eyes widened - oh no. Enji was directly below him.
Enji bent down, studied the carpet. He saw the drop of blood.
Quickly, he looked up at the ceiling above him.
There was nobody there.
He turned, looked at the open window. He walked to it.
From outside the window, Deku, clinging to the side of the building, curled over the window as Enji came, leaned outside, and looked in both directions.
Apparently satisfied, he turned and went back inside. Spidey breathed a sigh of relief.