Knock, knock.

Izuku struggled with a hand. He didn't know where else to go with the girl in his arms.

"She's a U.A. student, right? The only one I should know is-"

A shuffled pair of steps, peeking through the eye hole. An uncool shriek. She yanked open the door. "Deku! How could you be a villain!"

Blink. "How did you know?" His voice was cold and uncaring but surprised.

Uraraka looked at the person in Deku's arms. A horrified gasp. "J-Jirou! Oh no! Wh-What happened?" One of the missing students was in front of her.

Izuku ignored her yelling, shoving inside the apartment. "She needs help and I didn't know where else to go."

Uraraka slammed her door shut, stomping inside. "Everyone is looking for her and Bakugou! He didn't lie then, you and Dabi are villains!"

He shook or nodded his head. "Can we talk about this later?" He swayed his head to the girl shivering in his arms.

Uraraka felt guilty at her airhead nature. "Y-Yeah, let's take her to my room."

Izuku sighed in relief. 'So her name is Jirou, huh?'

Uraraka guided him to her room, opening her door. "On the bed." She pointed with her thumb. She had to take this seriously. A villain had just came to her home with a missing student. 'My parents are overseas on a project, what do I do?' She hated herself, because, during school, during a crisis, during a struggle, she would ask herself what any of the three of them would do, Toga, Deku, or Dabi. Her knuckles grew white as she clenched the doorknob, with shadowed eyes.

Izuku slowly laid her down. He slid his arms away from under her body. "It's okay." He pulled away, raising his body up, he quietly grabbed his sweater. "We'll find you something clean."

Her arm shot up. Her pale, bloodstained fingers, clutched his sweater. "No!" She brought it back down to her bosom, holding it, depending on it.

Izuku's eye grew. "O-Okay, if you feel more comfortable with that." He gulped and forced a confident smile.

"Don't worry." I am here.

Her eyes grew to the sincere hope he projected but didn't believe in.

"...Stay..."

Izuku's smile cracked at the question. He turned to the door, facing Uraraka. She sighed. "Fine, but in return, I deserve an explanation about everything." Uraraka had her arms crossed but rubbed her elbow. She was also worried about that eyepatch.

"I will. How did you find out?"

"Dabi shoved it in my face..." A strained tear up, hugging her shoulders. "That idiot."

"I see. I'll tell you what you want to know, Uraraka."

"Yeah..." She wasn't even sure how to feel about any of this.

Uraraka cleaned Jirou's wounds. Izuku sat on the corner staring at the wall, he had a half-lidded eye, it was getting tiresome. Uraraka bandaged Jirou with the first-aid kit and experience she gained. It was difficult to keep a calm face. Her friend and classmate was traumatized. 'Her quirk...' Uraraka bit her lip. "I'm finally done. I know that was tough, Jirou, but you should rest. I'm going to make tea, would you like some?" She didn't respond to Uraraka. "I'll be back, okay."

Izuku was about to stand and follow Uraraka.

Her breath pitched up. Izuku tensed, Uraraka glanced at both of them. "J-Just stay with her."

"Okay."

She closed the door.

Izuku had his elbows on his knees, staring at the bed. She was still wide awake, her eyes would scan the room, and glance at him to make sure he was there. Anytime he would move to get comfortable her eyes would dart at him.

"How are you feeling?" He at least attempted. She didn't reply but was staring directly at him. "After I leave, I'm sure Uraraka will take you to a hospital."

She clutched the sweater with a distraught desperate fear.

"I-I mean... I'll be right here."

She loosened but she was still reserved. She held the pale complexion of the moonlight. Lonely and purely a reflection of what was the light of a day across the world. A day she would never bask in the glow of anymore.

"...Are you a villain...?"

A barely coherent whisper.

Izuku stared at his hands and knees.

...

"I don't know..."

She lost some anxiety to his words because all she heard was no. She was safe here, right? "...My quirk..." How could she be a hero, now?

Izuku's emerald eye had a transparent illumination of emerald reflection. In front of him stood someone quirkless.

"M-Maybe it will grow back?"

Her body stiffened. She couldn't tell if that was an insult or an attempt at comfort. His voice was cold and nervous but held understanding. "Asshole." Her voice had an echo of its former self, but the fear and hurt never left. Izuku stayed quiet staring at the window.

"...Sorry."

"...Yeah."

And they shared the quiet night. It was awkward. A breeze snuck in through the crack of a window, it grazed her bare shoulders and she hugged his sweater for warmth, burying herself in it and under the blankets. Izuku intently stared at her actions. She rose her eyes away from her snuggled embrace and gazed back at him.

They locked eyes in the dark, her lips quivered slightly up, slightly with trust. His cheeks heated up, confused in the dependence she laid on him.

"...Your eye...?" She remembered he had both of them during his fight with Noumu, but during the last hit, his face and maskgaurd were smashed, did he lose it protecting her?

"There was this villain, he attacked this kid and..." Not finishing the rest, only rubbing his socket as if his eye was still there.

"So you lost it protecting someone else... bummer, dude." She scoffed weakly and coughed.

Izuku's eye widened at the familiar nature she was presenting. "It's the same..." The same as the conversation he had with her before he disappeared. "It really is..."

Her cough died down, and she rose an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Uraraka opened the door and set the tea on the small table in the middle of her room.

In that instant, Jirou's body tensed again and she clamped her mouth shut. Izuku's eyes narrowed as hers grew scared. 'She's mute and terrified again?' He scanned Uraraka then Jirou again. 'She was actually sounding better...'

"Jirou do you think you can drink some?" Uraraka's polite voice carried some cheerfulness, trying to soothe her.

Jirou didn't reply and looked like she was trying to shrink and hide behind his sweater. Uraraka sighed, disappointed. Izuku cleared his throat. "Um, Jirou, is it okay if I call you Jirou?" He had a small smile. Jirou peeked out at him with one eye. His lips rose to reassure her. "C-Can you try and drink some?"

"...Okay..."

And it hurt Uraraka. It hurt because her voice was delicate, a desperate note about to go unheard. Not that rebellious tone she usually carried. "Jirou." Uraraka sat beside her on the bed, helping her take a sip.

Izuku's straight lips dropped slightly. Even if she was sounding livelier earlier, her body was still...

He didn't want to accept the guilt clogging in his throat. 'Toga did this... Toga did this for him...'

Jirou coughed with a strain. Uraraka set the cup down. "Rest up, 'kay." She helped Jirou lay down, but her body winced in pain at the touch. Uraraka's eyes were liquid after she finished helping Jirou.

She was sitting on her knees. Across the table was Deku. "What happened to Jirou? What did you guys do to her?"

Izuku's eye was gazing off at the table, it rose and met Uraraka's. "I... found her like that. I don't know."

Uraraka's knuckles were shaking over her lap. "Is that so? Th-Then what were you guys doing at the training camp? You attacked us, with the League of Villains, Deku!"

Izuku recalled the fight with muscular. "You're wrong. I don't know why the league was out there. I had... my reasons... but there was this villain who attacked Kota-"

"I knew it!" Her optimism whispered out. She clamped her mouth shut. She looked back and sighed. Jirou looked like she was asleep or at least trying to. "You're the one who saved Kota and Mandalay! Ever since I saw that eyepatch. Kota explained everything, but never said your name." She looked a little sad though. "Honestly that's the only reason I haven't called anyone on you. You saved them, just like everyone at the café... You're not really that good at being a villain, you know?"

"I'm not?"

She rose her shadowed eyes, tilting her head, her bangs swept across, and she smiled. "But you know, that actually makes me kind of happy. I know I shouldn't be though because he's a villain, but... It means Dabi has you as a friend. He's scary, but sometimes I feel like he is so alone with nobody to take care of him..."

Izuku rose his cup of tea. "You're crying." Sip. He recalled that Dabi asked for her name.

"Huh?" She caught herself. "Sorry, I just, I just, you know?" She rubbed her eyes with her arms and wrists.

"Yeah, I do." He set his cup down. "You know, Dabi is actually the one who takes care of us."

"Eh, really?" Gasp, sniffle, with wide eyes.

Izuku began to go into a lengthy conversation with Uraraka about the life he shared with Dabi, his oldest and only friend. Izuku mentioned Toga and saw Jirou's body tense. He apologized and left her out of the rest of the conversation.

They stayed up late, talking until Jirou fell asleep, reassuring her that Deku wasn't going to leave. They heard faint snores and sighed in relief. Uraraka was at the door, holding the knob. "I know you're a villain and I'm a hero in training, but I think you should stay for Jirou's sake..."

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed. "Uraraka, I don't think that's a good idea."

"It might not be, but she's dependent on you right now... And like I said you're not really that good at being a villain. You're more like a hero... s-so give it your best." She gave him a thumbs up, before opening and closing the door.

"Ara?"

Jirou shot up on the bed, the snap of the door closing was the same as a cracked finger she had. Uraraka had taped it up. She snapped her head left and right. She calmed down seeing him staring back at her. "...You're still here..?"

"I-I told you, I'm not going anywhere." Izuku gulped but took a seat on the bed.

Kyouka's eyes swelled into a vivid glass with rain sliding down. Her lips rose with a quiver before she broke completely into sobs and buried herself in his non-existent embrace. Izuku froze, before wrapping his arms around her. He rubbed her back, doing what he thought was comforting. They ended up laying on the bed, with her face buried on his chest. Her voice croaked out disconnected sentences of her destroyed character. Ruined quirk, and stolen dreams. A tear squealed out desperately wishing none of this was true. A whimper, voiceless but crying despair.

Izuku stared at the wall. The window frame was a silhouette and the moonlight from tomorrow's day illuminated the isolated night.