⚠️Mentions of Violence⚠️

"Deku's been gone too long." Katsuki spoke up, verbalizing everyone's thoughts.

"Do we know where his house is?" Kirishima asked, wondering if he had ever brought up where he lived, or the general area to anyone of them.

They all shook their heads.

"Fuck." Katsuki said. "You guys spread out over the city and look for him, Mina, you head back to the house in case he somehow finds his way there. I'm going to the office, shitty hair, you're with me." He instructed and they all nodded before heading off.

Katsuki was only bringing Kirishima with him because he wasn't planning on staying at their office building. He knew that it would probably be the easiest place for Izuku to find in the city, so it was the most likely for him to wander back to. If he wasn't there when Katsuki and Kirishima arrived, the blond was planning on searching through the city and leaving Kirishima behind in case Izuku stumbled along later.

While walking, Kirishima could tell how tense Katsuki was just by looking at him. "I'm sure he's fine." He offered his best friend, but the sharp glare and silence that he got in return, clearly told him to shut the hell up.

They reached their building fairly quickly, but both stopped in their tracks when they saw that the front door's lock was busted and the door was slightly opened.

"What're the odds Midoriya just really wanted to wait for us inside?" Kirishima asked Katsuki with a nervous laugh as he looked to him for instructions.

The blond answered him by grabbing his hand gun and cautiously walking towards the door.

"Ah, I like me them odds." Kirishima muttered to himself sarcastically, grabbing his own gun.

Kirishima was only a few inches behind Katsuki as he kicked the door the rest of the way open, both held their guns up in case there was a hostile intruder.

"For the love of god, could people stop pointing guns at me today?" They heard a strained voice ask from the desk.

Both male's eyes snapped to the crumpled figure of Izuku, who was desperately trying to stay awake. Katsuki was quickly at his side, mumbling for Kirishima to look around and make sure there wasn't anyone else there.

"What the hell happened to you, Deku?" Katsuki asked, looking over the many injuries Izuku appeared to have, but the most concerning had to be the blistered up burn on his arm.

Izuku managed to weakly smile at the blond. "A welcome home gift from the mrs., apparently she didn't appreciate that I disappeared without a trace." He joked, coughing slightly. He had started to shiver before Shinsou had even gotten him out of Todoroki's house, but being in a place without heat in the early winter wasn't doing anything to help.

"You're fucking friend did this to you?!" Katsuki asked in disbelief as he took his own jacket off and wrapped it around the smaller male, who winced when he was lifted up slightly.

"It's a joke, Kacchan. Uraraka wouldn't hurt a fly. I... I just never made it to her." Izuku admitted, going with the story Todoroki had ordered him to use. After what happened that night, he didn't really feel like disobeying him. Ever again.

"What the fuck happened?" Katsuki asked, moving to try and pick Izuku up as gently as possible. It didn't work that well and Izuku ended up letting out a small scream in protest.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't-" Katsuki was quick to try and apologize, which is something he didn't exactly do often.

Izuku shook his head though, cutting off the rest of his apology. "It's okay, I know you're just trying to help. Thank you." He said, looking up at those piercing red eyes with a soft gaze. Eventually he got too tired to keep his head up right and had to move it so it was laying against Katsuki's shoulder, but the blond didn't seem to have a problem with that.

"Kirishima, we're heading back to the house, go find the rest of the idiots and make sure they get back to. I don't really trust sparky and tape face out there by themselves." Katsuki called over his shoulder, heading out the door with Kirishima close behind.

"What about Tokoyami?" Kirishima asked with a slightly amused voice, trying to make light of their current situation. It's just what he did.

"He'd be fine by himself for weeks." Katsuki answered, walking over to the car and placing Izuku across the back seat, grabbing one of the other boy's discarded jackets and using it to prop up the injured greenette's head.

Once Katsuki himself was in and driving down the road, He looked in the rearview mirror at Izuku, who was cradling his most injured arm. "What happened?" He asked, his voice softer and calmer now that he'd had a few minutes to register everything.

Izuku took a few breaths and swallowed down the lump in his throat before answering. "I was- I was just walking back to my place, I didn't get too far before some of the guys from Sho- Todoroki's group showed up. I didn't even have a chance to defend myself or say anything before I was on the ground, being kicked around." He had to stop and take a few breaths at that point, getting flashes of Shinsou all over again.

"Hey, take your time. PTSD's a bitch, so don't force yourself to talk about it if you can't." Katsuki said, his eyes on the road and his knuckles turning white from how hard he gripped the steering wheel.

"Um, after a little while, one of them brought out a knife-" Another deep breath as Izuku harshly rubbed at his eyes, trying to stop the tears before they even started to fall. "Carved into my arm a little bit. Couldn't have been a whole lot worse, but- but it's still hurt, really, really bad." He said, his voice trailing off as he stared out the back window, up at the sky.

Katsuki noticed and snapped his fingers. "Hey, don't get too lost in your head right now. Let's just get you back to the house, clean you up a little and then you can get some sleep, okay?" He said, trying to keep the boy awake and responsive for as long as possible.

Izuku turned his head slightly so he could look at Katsuki's face through the rearview mirror. "Okay Kacchan." He said in a whisper.

-and that was enough to break Katsuki's nonexistent heart.