Greeting Katsuki first thing in the morning was an excruciating amount of pain throughout his entire body. Being knocked around by Nine back at Nabu Island was the only thing that came to mind in terms of top painful experiences when he finally managed to regain consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling told him nothing regarding where he currently was. Trying to sit up became one of the greatest challenges in his short life as his body demanded that he do no such thing.

"Rrrrrrrgh… Fuck!"

Grunting through the pain, Bakugou managed to get a better view of the room around him. Seeing all the traditional Japanese architecture helped narrow down the possibilities of his potential locations.

For now, Bakugou just needed to check if he was indeed where he thought he was.

Almost every muscle fiber ignited into flames with every little motion he made. Katsuki just kept gritting his teeth while forcing himself to stand up. Halfway through his struggle, he noticed the IV stand linked to his left arm and took advantage of the medical equipment to assist in his effort to get back up on his feet. After what felt like twelve hours of effort, Katsuki finally managed to stand himself with the aid of his IV after twelve minutes.

Each step Bakugou took drained him of most of his stamina. He dragged his feet more than actually taking steps.

Sliding the traditional paper doors open, the familiar sight of the Todoroki household greeted him. A sigh of relief escaped his chest when he realized this was in fact a safe place. Still, he wanted to know why and how he made his way to this place when he clearly remembered being in a completely different part of the city from here.

Slowly but surely, Katsuki started towards the public spaces where he would likely see someone that could answer his questions.

Nineteen Minutes Later

It almost felt like an indignity to be so winded after only shuffling around like an old fogey for almost twenty minutes. Exploring the home on his own revealed how large this entire estate actually was to the injured young man.

Not another soul could be detected for the life of him. Bakugou couldn't even feel the subtle signs of somebody else in this massive building as he struggled to keep on moving.

Eventually, he managed to make his way down a familiar hallway.

Halfway down this long corridor were the telltale signs of somebody working on something in the kitchen. Running water along with the clattering of dishes told him the occupants of the home were indeed inside of their domicile. Another hint made itself known as he heard the melodic tunes of someone humming while they were taking care of their housework. The sound of their voice was more familiar than Katsuki would ever dare to admit.

When he finally managed to turn the corner, the sight of the one standing at the sink helped him forget the world for just a moment. Her snow white hair possessed a tasteful amount of crimson streaks to accent its aesthetic. A gentle voice which mesmerized him relentlessly when he heard it.

"Fuyumi."

Hearing her name, the oldest Todoroki sibling turned around to see Katsuki out of bed with only his IV being the thing keeping him upright. A reaction time that would make even Haru proud helped the young woman catch Bakugou before he collapsed onto the ground.

Needless to say, he got an earful for being out of bed from the one woman he could listen to for the rest of his existence.

Thirty Minutes Later

Lying back down on his arranged bedding, Katsuki graciously waited for Fuyumi to return with his first solid meal of the day. It was the least he could do for her after the heart attack he gave her earlier.

Moving around like he did allowed Bakugou to get a full frame of reference of his injuries. All the pain in his abdomen along with his hips and arms told him that he was likely suffering from internal bleeding and several fractured joints from his assault by those…

Not a lot returned to Katsuki regarding what happened to him that night. Perhaps the head injury alongside the levels of alcohol wiped any remnants of whatever he could recall.

Suddenly, the sliding door into the room slammed open against the wall as Fuyumi had a tray of food meant for someone bedridden. Looking up at his caretaker left Katsuki a bit worried as he had never seen such a sharp expression on the usually soft mannered woman. Even her way of sitting him up so that he could eat made Bakugou clench his teeth several times as she let him know how upset she was with him.

Despite the minor discomfort, the one bedridden graciously accepted being fed by the older woman without complaint. It certainly helped that his own mother had fed him in a much rougher method in the past after he had retained similar injuries such as he did now.

After being fed, Fuyumi collected the dishes and left Katsuki by his lonesome for a little while. Some time passed before the door slid back open without her slamming it as she then sat at his bedside with a rather serious expression. Katsuki could recognize what he needed to say next in this situation.

"How did I get here? What happened last night?"

Bakugou remained respectfully silent while Fuyumi's mind returned to the night she took Katsuki into her care. The sight that night would be something she would never forget in her lifetime.

Several Nights Ago

It absolutely shocked Fuyumi to see someone she considered family standing out in front of her home the way he did. Blood stained almost every square inch of his body while he carried what looked like a heavily injured Bakugou in his arms. She couldn't decide if the fact Nakamura was covered in blood or if Katsuki being in such a sordid state scared her more.

"Fuyumi, I need your help."

Without much other choice, she quickly ushered Haru in before any unwanted voyeurs could see what was happening at the Todoroki estate.

Forty Eight Minutes Later

Nakamura managed to get Katsuki set up with an IV in one of the many bedrooms of the home. Somehow, he also kept none of the blood that had dried up on his body from contaminating the Todoroki home while doing so.

When Nakamura finally placed Katsuki into his bedding, Fuyumi peeked in on the man and saw something she hadn't seen take place in this house for many years.

Kneeling next to the blonde, Haru had this look of genuine concern and heartbreak as he stared at the broken form of Bakugou. His hand reached out for the boy's face before Nakamura realized how bloodied his hand was.

For the second time since she was a little girl, Fuyumi saw the real Haru in all his broken glory.

Not since she saw him beat her abusive father almost to death did she see this usually proud and positive man look so visibly worn down.

He noticed Fuyumi standing at the entrance of the room. Haru quickly pulled his bloodied hood over his head and made his way out. Before leaving, however, he said one last thing to her before leaving. Something she now had to consider in the present.

Present Time

"... It wasn't last night. You've been out for about three days."

From there, it was all up to Fuyumi.

She needed to make the moral decision as to what she thought was best for Katsuki to know what happened to him that night. Only she had that power when she told Bakugou everything she thought he needed to know. The one Nakamura trusted the truth with could choose how Bakugou would remember the last time he would interact with their mentor.