Getting that one call shatters Hitoshi. Almost as if the color in the world never existed, he is left staring into the dull and dreary colors of it again like during class that day. Tears gather in his eyes, horror spreading throughout his body as he can't think, mind just stopping at the same time his phone slips out of his grasp. The words process right when everything around him collapses—his world collapses. He collapses. He falls onto his knees as he cries loudly—hitting the floor and pleading for it to not be true. His father runs in to see what the commotion is about and ends up comforting his son, holding him as he breaks down. His wife comes in and helps calm her son, rocking and humming helping her awkward husband. Hitoshi can only think of the boy who helped and believed in him.

"He attempted suicide. Barely alive when the detective found him. He should've gotten there earlier if he had a bad feeling. Shinsou," he whispers, his voice cracking as he speaks. "Please, when my son wakes up, please be there for him."

Suicide. His best friend—possibly crush—committed suicide—no, he attempted. He would have succeeded too! He—he (oh god) he almost succeeded! He almost lost his friend! If his guardian hadn't . . . he has to force himself to stop. He has to force himself to stop thinking about it, but he can't. He just can't!

Hitoshi can't even bring himself to ask if he could go and see him at that moment. He just sobs and grasps at his parents' clothes tightly as he recounts to them that his friend is in the hospital. Lost a lot of blood and drowned. Images of Midoriya dead—cold and lifeless, never to move again—flash across his mind. The images and the thoughts that run through his brain worsens his crying. He doesn't understand why they even called him, why Midoriya's father decided to call and tell him about the incident. He doesn't know where he even got his number, but he's glad that it was him instead of someone else, he probably wouldn't have even believed them.  "Midoriya!" he whispers with agony, body shaking with sobs and throat burning as he cries and cries and cries. Why? Why would you do this? Midoriya! Why would you leave us? Why would you leave me? "Why would you do this? You said you were going to—hic!—talk to me to-tomo-ma-ma-morrow! You—you—you said you had some-some-something to tell me!"

  Hitoshi shakes his head, listening to the soothing voice of his mother who sings a lullaby. Will he see his friend? Yes. Whether he was allowed to or not, he is going to do anything to see him.

* * *

The detective had taken him out and bandaged his arms, hoping that the boy wasn't dead yet. In blind hope and faith all while panicking, he conducted CPR on the boy. The boy spewed up some water but the loss of extreme amounts of blood was still an issue. There is still a chance of not making it and from the way it all looks, the rate of dying is higher than the chance of living. The scarring is inevitable. Rushed to the hospital, the nurses quickly hooked the boy up for a blood transfusion. They stabilized the boy, but the matter of him waking up was another thing.

  "My son! I want to see my son! Where is he?" The cries of Midoriya Hisashi brigs forth a flinch from Naomasa. The man who was in charge of the boy. Crazed, broken green eyes swimming in sorrow and agony meet dull dark eyes full of regret. "You!" He's shoved against the wall, head hitting it harshly. The villain's bottom lip trembles as he yells at him, crying. "You were supposed to be watching and taking care of him! You were in charge of my son's well-being! So why? Huh? Why is he here again by his own hand? Why did he attempt to take his own life? Tell me!"

  "I'm sorry—"

  "Bullshit!" The villain stumbles back away from the detective, shaking his head and falling to his knees. He hugs himself as he sobs loudly and harshly. "I can't lose him too! He's all I have left. My precious, Inko, I failed you once again," he whispers in a hoarse voice. He shakes and rocks as he tugs at his hair. The same curls that he shares with his son. "I'm sorry, my love. I've failed. Our son, he—you'll see him again if this doesn't get handled."

  Tsukauchi watches with sadden eyes, glancing up at the doctor who asks for the family of Midoriya Izuku. Hisashi gets to his feet, wiping his tears away as he swallowed thickly. He has to calm himself down enough to listen to the doctor. "He's stabilized now. The boy is still in critical condition. He lost too much blood and water had gotten into his lungs. He luckily missed the major artery in his wrists or else he wouldn't be here at this moment. I suggest therapy and supervision are required once he wakes up. You can go see him."

  Hisashi sighs in relief as he nods and follows the doctor, sniffling and wiping at his eyes once more. He arrives at the room and sits down beside his comatose son. He ignores the bandages and the IV that's transferring blood. He stares at the pale face with sunken, closed eyes. He caresses his son's face, breaking down again. His cries filling the room as he presses his lips to his son's forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispers softly, his voice cracking with sadness.

  Tsukauchi stares from the door, a sullen expression as he heads out. He has to break the news to Nedzu and Aizawa who both won't be happy. Nedzu because he won't be able to continue teaching the boy and Aizawa for whatever reason. He sighs, rubbing his temple in frustration. For a split second, his gaze is averted towards his hand which holds the faded sigil. A frown comes to his face. Why didn't he nullify the contract prior to it? he thinks as he stares at the road. If he wanted to commit suicide, wouldn't it be easier for him to nullify the contracts prior to doing so to keep anyone with the contract from figuring it out? There's something I'm missing, but what?

  A note.

  He's missing a suicide note.

  The detective blinks and heads straight for his house with renewed determination. Upon arriving, he heads straight for Midoriya's designated room. He first heads to the bed, unrumpled and made. Papers upon papers litter it, but none of them ever talk about a note. It's all analysis. He heads to his own room, nothing. He searches his entire apartment in an attempt to find a suicide note to no avail.

  The detective searches the unlocked phone of the green-haired boy and once again nothing.  If there's no note, it must have been a split second decision. This might not have been planned. Something isn't right about this at all. He sighs and sits down at his desk, picking up his phone and dialing Nedzu. The small, hybrid animal (chimera) picks up on the second ring. They give each other small greetings before Naomasa gets to the point. "I regret to inform, but Midoriya Izuku is in the hospital. He won't be back to U.A. for a while."

"What happened, Detective?" Curiosity paints the rodent's voice as he questions the man.

"He attempted suicide."

Silence.

"Suicide? My, that is a problem," he answers after a pregnant pause. His mind is on the boy himself and what might've led up to such a deed. He frowns and hums for a second in a deep thought. "How is his condition?"

"He's in a coma at the moment. They're not sure when he's going to wake up or if he's going to wake up. He lost too much blood and I wouldn't be surprised if the water had messed up his lungs." Naomasa leans forward on his elbows, running his hand through his hair. He's exasperated and frustrated with himself. "If I hadn't gotten there when I did, he would be dead. I should have gone home when he first sent me that message. If I had known, if I had decided to go home when I started feeling paranoid. I'm a detective for fuck's sake! My work revolves around following my intuition."

"Even the best of the best can make mistakes, Detective. I will inform Aizawa so you don't have to. You get rest and figure out what to do next. The boy is a promising student, I do not want to lose such a pupil as himself." Nedzu hums in thought. "Please, do not hesitate to inform me of my student's well-being when he is awake. I do want to know how he's fairing."

"Of course, Nedzu. I will report to you when he wakes, but I am not sure when he will be able to attend school yet."

* * *

In Midoriya's hospital room, a black portal appears out of nowhere. Out of the portal comes two figures. A teenager-adult looking male with black spiky hair; burn scars under his blue eyes and where his mouth is; wearing a white t-shirt underneath a shoulder-studded black jacket, black skinny jeans, and boots. If the man had tried any harder he would've looked emo. The other male has pale blue hair that reaches his shoulders, wearing a black hoodie and jeans with his signature red shoes. Red irises search the room for a few seconds before landing on the motionless body that lays on the bed.

  Tomura closes his eyes at the sight of bandages wrapped around the boy's wrists from where he slit them. The leader of the villains walks over and kneels down, his gloved hands ghosting the pale boy's face. "Izuku," he whispers with a soft and gentle voice as Dabi stands at the door. The male constantly glances at his leader who is sitting beside the boy, murmuring to him in a tone he has never heard come out of his mouth. "I'm sorry." Now, he's apologizing? Doesn't he hate Midoriya?

  Dabi frowns and turns to him, not going to beat around the bush. "I thought you hated him, so why are we here if not to kill him?"

  Shigaraki sighs as he presses a small kiss to the comatose patient. The scarred male's eyes widen at the sight of that one small gesture. "I can't hate him, no matter how much I try," he mumbles, moving a lock of the smaller teen's hair out of his face. "We broke up because he walked in on me talking to Sensei. I lied to him about using Midoriya for information when he came in and admitted to only using me." Sadness tinges his words as he wipes at his eyes. "I do not know if what he said was true or not and no matter how hard I tried to kill and hurt him, I couldn't. After the incident in the USJ, I feared that I had actually killed him. It wasn't until Stain's incident that I saw him again."

  "You love him," he states, not even attempting to form a question.

  He scoffs but doesn't deny it. His gaze on his ex. "I wish I knew if he still feels the same way." He sniffles, trying to hold back his tears. "Why didn't I try harder?" Tears burn in his eyes as his voice trembles, cracking with his words. "Why did I wait until he basically tried to leave everyone? Why?"

  Dabi sighs as he walks over and rubs his back as the manchild cries, carefully hugging the comatose boy to his chest. He is gentle and buries his face into the boy's shoulder, running his hand through his soft, green hair. "I'm so sorry, my love," he whispers, repeating himself for the next few minutes while Dabi glances off to the side, awkward and wondering if he should leave. The villain isn't sure what to do until he decides to just text Kurogiri to pick him up. Tomura tells him that he should remind Kurogiri to open a portal in a half hour.

  Once the man is gone, Tomura lays down beside Midoriya, angling his body so that Izuku's head rests on his shoulder. "Please, wake up soon, my love. I need to see you happy and healthy, even if it's not with me. I want you to live." His eyes closed as he lifts one bandaged hand, pressing a small kiss to his knuckles. He flinches when he remembers that day during the USJ, his wrapped around the very hand and he had used his quirk on him.

  "It's okay. You're not going to hurt me."

  That's a lie.

"You will never hurt me."

  He hurt him.

"Not with your quirk. I trust you, Tomu."

  Another lie. He used his quirk on him out of anger. Why did he have to trust him? A villain is all that Tomura is. He doesn't deserve a second chance, not from Izuku. He doesn't deserve it. "Please, Izuku, please wake up soon."

  "Who are you?"

  Tomura's head snaps up to meet bloodshot and suspicion-filled violet eyes.