Aizawa visited Nezu.
He was spending an increasing amount of time with the principal since everyone else were behaving like idiots, and with Todoroki's disappearance, his class was finally broken completely.
"You look like crap."
"Todoroki's gone."
Aizawa slumped into the sofa, massaging his temples.

"No doubt to join his boyfriend." The part rodent commented lightly.
"What?" Snapped Aizawa.
"He and Izuku have been dating for at least six months I believe. You really should sleep less during classses and actually pay attention to your students."
Aizawa winced. Low blow.

"You knew this... And you didn't think to fucking tell me?"
"Would you have stopped him?"
...
"Precisely, I didn't want to put you in a position where you'd have to chose between your duties and your morals. I'm so nice sometimes."

Aizawa was struggling to come up with a response, when the live news bulletin caught Nezu's attention.

'...and documents evidencing in detail the fraudulent activities of a minor accountant have been anonymously delivered to the police...seems 10 documents evidencing his borrowing of 500 yen to buy lunch two years prior...'

It was briefly mentioned, last on the list of headlines, only noted at all for its bizarre nature, but Nezu spat out his tea when he saw it.
"So that's what he's doing. This could be astounding!"

"Nezu? Do you mean the fraud, what about it? Other than how ridiculous it is."

"Aizawa, fraud is not easy to catch, and the smaller the amount of money, the less significant the perpetrator, the harder it is to discover, let alone prove. That accountant, is the bottom of the food chain in the biggest firm in Japan.
That means the maximum protection on his files, and the insignificant changes in accounts - heck a tiny 500 yen shift, two whole years ago.
If this is Midoriya, which I will bet money it is. He just demonstrated to someone, just how great his reach is, that the hacking was not for show. Tomorrow will be very interesting. Very interesting indeed."

———

For Bakugou, the days had dragged out at home.
He knew he should get a job...or join a normal high school. But he had too much regret and guilt to process. His...other feelings also needed dealing with. Far too much for him to even begin to visualise a future without Midoriya in it.

Though his parents didn't treat him negatively, today was the first time his father spoke to him again, though it was only a flat 'pass the salt'.
However Bakugou was positively joyful, relieved this silence wasn't permanent, things would get better.
Still, his mother wasn't the mother he knew. There were no shouting matches in the Bakugou household. Just quiet.

Kirishima came to visit that afternoon.
He wouldn't tell Bakugou he only did so because Midoriya had asked him too via his hacked phone. If only because the greenette had instructed him not to.
Not even he could justify the hell they discovered Bakugou had put Midoriya through.
He was angry. Furious. Betrayed.
But soon saw that Midoriya had broken Bakugou enough that quoting Midoriya's number of recorded incidences of broken bones over the last eleven years, was unnecessary.

The pair played video games, and when they did talk, it was always mundane. How delicious Mitsuki's cookies were. Which game they'd play next.
They only had one conversation of any significance.
"Kirishima...why are you here?"
"Because I'm your friend. And I think you are punishing yourself enough, as is."
"But..."
"Don't."

"Can I ask...is Kaminari okay?"
"Yes, they got his family out. Turns out his entire personality that we knew was a mask, just like - well anyway. We are getting to know the real Kaminari now."
"Could...could I visit?"
Kirishima gave his broken friend an appraising look.
"Give them a week at least. This is a lot to process."
It was clear Bakugou wasn't following the news. But on balance, Kirishima thought that was a good idea. He noted Bakugou's phone was unhacked, probably the only one in the country.

———

Midoriya headed out to stock up on essentials. Rice, milk, eggs, ice cream, cold soba, pizza.

The bullet entered through his left temple, and passed out through his right cheek.

He swore. He'd dropped the eggs.
Fortunately close examination revealed them unbroken.
He checked over his clothes and was relieved to see there were no blood stains either, he and Shoto both hated them, and he knew seeing them stressed Shoto.
He should never have told him that he could still feel the pain, even if it didn't kill him. Somehow he knew explaining that the head had so few sensory nerves it barely ached, wouldn't help Shoto feel better about it.

Is it just me or am I healing quicker each time?

Patiently he travelled the two hour route, analysing his own quirk for once.
On and off buses, trains and cabs to ensure he wasn't followed, Midoriya experienced four more assassinations and had to travel another circuit before he was sure he lost them.
Then he returned to the apartment. And to his boyfriend.