A/N: Wow! I can't believe how amazing you all are! I've written and finished this chapter in one day for you all! *Getting ready to head out the door to work*

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"Zuku..." Izuku looked over to Shouta. He was filthy, covered in dirt and grime and blood, but Izuku wasn't much better either. It'd been two months since Hizashi's death, and the two were slowly starting to get back on their feet. It was hard, incredibly so, for the two pessimists to pull themselves together.

At one point, soon after the incident, Shouta had suggested ending it all. And Izuku had nearly agreed. But he'd never been the kind of person to just give up. Besides—he had a promise to keep, even if Shouta hated him for what he did.

"Shou. We have to. We were nearly found the other day, and I don't want to just sit around anxiously waiting for them to close in on us." Izuku argued as he cleaned his sword. It would never be the same as it was, but it had somehow survived the lightning strike. The metal was astonishingly not warped, as he'd expected (maybe because the charge went through the Nomu?), so the blade was still usable. Though it had a pretty cool pattern now if you held it against the light just right. "I promised him I'd look after you." Yes, he was being an ass and pulling the Zashi card. Shouta flinched and sent him a glare.

"That's not fair."

"Life's not fucking fair." He bit back. Shou didn't have to like him—he just needed to stay alive.

They glared at one another for a long moment before Shouta finally sighed. "Fine. We'll find another location to set up base." He glanced around, despairingly.

Izuku knew why he was so hesitant to leave... this place held so many memories. Of Hizashi... of Nemuri... Dabi and Higari... Tamaki... of everyone they'd loved and lost in this hell. And now, only the two of them were left. It was a sobering thought.

"Thank you, Shou." Izuku gave him a hug, and the man reciprocated. It'd been hard the last two months. They'd developed a sort of love-hate relationship. Shouta was still angry with Izuku for leaving Hizashi, and Izuku wouldn't blame him if he never forgave him—Izuku wasn't sure he'd ever forgive himself, honestly.

But at the same time, they were all they had left, and Shouta still thought of Izuku as a baby brother. It was mutual. Though lately, with Shouta's near crippling depression (some days, he couldn't even get the man out of his cot), Izuku felt more like the older brother. It was fucking hard to take care of someone else.

But things had gotten dangerous again. They'd stayed in this location for nearly three years, now. They'd gotten complacent, and it would cost them dearly unless they abandoned this faux safety now. He resolutely ignored the traitorous part of his mind that whispered it already had cost them dearly.

There was no truly safe place in this world anymore. Izuku learned that years ago.

They packed what they needed in their backpacks, and left in the early hours of the morning. Izuku didn't know how long they traveled for, but he'd guesstimate several months. They camped without fire, huddling together for warmth as they tried to shield each other from the biting cold. It must've been winter, or something—early winter, by the feel of it. No snow yet, but it seemed to get colder and colder each night.

They took turns keeping watch, neither of them ever fully sleeping. Whenever they thought they could finally rest, the distant—or sometimes not so distant—cry of a Nomu would jolt them awake.

Days were spent traveling, and nights were spent in a paranoid state of semi-rest, listening to the wind howl through the carcasses of cities and abandoned highways where cars sat to rot.

Whenever possible, they slept in trees, where they'd have a better vantage point and attack position should a Nomu wander too close. Luckily, Yellow Nomu—or the ones that could fly—were few and far between. Even still, they took terns sleeping.

Sometimes, Izuku missed the original Nomu. They were mindless and simply obeyed orders. But these ones were made from the husks of hardened criminals and villains, and retained that want and need for chaos, murder, and bloodshed.

Some of them could even breed, and that's where shit really got scary. That's how the Feral Nomu came to be, and the only person that could control them was Shigaraki himself. Of course, the man had no intentions of reigning in his creations, instead letting them roam free on a global scale.

Those Nomu, despite the fact that they were still Nomu, could actually think and plan to an extent. They worked like a pack of wolves, with absolutely devastating results.

Izuku wondered how much of humanity actually remained, now. They hadn't seen another survivor in years. For all they knew, they were all that was left. His mind flitted to the rumors of the underground resistance group. Had they survived? If so, they weren't anywhere near Izuku and Shouta.

When the snow finally came, they built themselves snow-caves to help trap in the heat. Even so, they nearly froze to death more times than they cared to count, and they'd quickly become used to the now normal routine of waking one another up every few hours to make sure they were alive.

Izuku briefly recalled the one time he almost couldn't wake up Shouta, and had to share body heat to keep the man alive. He vaguely recalled another time where the positions had been reversed, and decided that freezing to death in your sleep wasn't such a bad way to go.

Somehow, they managed to survive the cold with most of their toes still attached. They built small fires whenever they could (though sometimes, the heat and light drew Nomu towards them, and they could only warm up for a few precious minutes before having to run out into the biting cold once more), but eventually, the weather finally started to warm up.

Izuku wasn't sure he'd ever been more grateful for Global Warming.

It'd been nearly four months before Izuku stumbled across a very well hidden bunker in some wasteland that he assumed had once been part of a city. The area had been blown clear of debris and was instead covered in snow, like a small desert. It stretched as far as he could see, though he knew that the rock formations that jutted out of the snow were from buildings and homes that had once stood there. (he'd later note that the area was covered in sand, there was quite a bit of rubble laying under those layers of icy death. And during the spring and summer, plants would flourish)

Sometimes, he was still baffled that this was actually a city just a few years ago. (Later, he'd accidentally stumble across the ruins of U.A. High, and realize that they were in Musutafu.)

The bunker was some kind of underground lab, and Izuku found their explanation in the form of a stack of notes. He ignored the pile of bones that wore a white lab coat, and looked at the deceased man's research.

"S-Shouta...?" His eyes were wide and his hands trembled, and not from the cold for once.

"Izuku? What's wrong?" He asked urgently, looking around them for any sign of danger. Bits of the frost from outside still clung to his dark greasy hair. Izuku idly noted that they needed to find a way to shower.

"I... I think... we've stumbled upon... something incredible." He handed the notes over to the once-hero, and let him digest what the scientists had deemed "Project Hope".

"Is this... time travel?" Shouta echoed, staring at the papers Izuku had given to him. A white sheet tossed haphazardly over a large object in the center of the room caught Izuku's attention.

"Yes." He pulled it down, revealing a mostly-finished archway. "This is our hope, Shouta. This is our chance."

Izuku locked eyes with Shouta. For the first time in years, they weren't dull. Their eyes weren't dead or full of grief and loss. They were burning with hope.

"Can we really do this?" Shouta asked. "I can hardly make heads or tails of these notes."

"You forget." Izuku grinned, chuckling lowly. "I have a PhD in Computer Science. These notes make perfect sense to me." Shouta matched his grin with one of his own.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Let's get to work."

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Izuku awoke to the sound of beeping and whirring machines. Had he fallen asleep working on Project Hope again? He blinked groggily, foreign drugs making his brain hazy and sluggish. A... hospital? He furrowed his brows. But hospitals had been gone for years, and if any remained, they surely wouldn't be so clean. Solar and wind couldn't run so many machines, either.

Then he caught sight of Shouta, sitting up in the bed beside him. He was talking with Hizashi and Nemuri, and Izuku suddenly remembered. He was in the past. The entire mess hadn't happened yet, and he'd just survived the USJ attack.

"Oh, he's awake. Hey, Little Listener." Hizashi shot Izuku a grin, and he couldn't help but smile back softly.

"Hey, Little Listener, I'm glad you're still with us." Zashi smiled softly as he helped Izuku sit up in bed. He blinked away the memory.

"How're you feeling, hon?" Nemuri asked.

"You got hurt pretty bad—you were touch and go for a while." Nemuri smiled softly, pulling Izuku into a hug. "I was so worried—my baby boy's gonna be okay, though."

"Moooom!" Izuku complained with a fond smile. "I'm a grown adult!"

"You're still a kid to us, Problem Child." Shouta ruffled his hair gently.

"You had us all worried. Tamaki wouldn't stop crying." Dabi chimed in, and Izuku sent his brothers a smile.

"HEY!" Tamaki glared at Dabi, who just shrugged nonchalantly.

"What? It's true."

"I'm okay, now. Thanks." Izuku smiled.

Izuku shook his head to bring himself back to reality, noting the concerned expressions on the three teachers.

"I-I'm okay. A little sore, and kinda out of it, but I think that's the painkillers." He reached over and grabbed a glass of water from his bedside table, pushing himself into a sitting position with a small wince. The sheet slid down around him, though he hardly paid it any mind. The room wasn't that cold—not after surviving four months in the dead of winter with nothing but the hole-ridden coat on your back.

"Hey, take it easy!" Yamada admonished. "You're hurt pretty... badly." Izuku didn't notice his gaze trained on his torso.

"Eh, I've had worse." Izuku shrugged as he drained the glass. He was still trying to shake off the memories. He felt like Tamaki or Dabi could burst into the room at any moment.

"Had worse." Kayama echoed in disbelief.

"You really are a Problem Child." Aizawa sighed, and Izuku's heart stuttered for a moment as he looked over at him. He locked eyes with all-too-familiar black. It was hidden well, but there was a shine of affection. Protective concern. He finally called me Problem Child.

"All those scars..." Midnight's eyes were wide in horror as she looked at Izuku, who abruptly realized why having no shirt on was a bad thing.

Yamada and Aizawa stared in transfixed horror for a moment as well.

Izuku was going to say something when Nezu came in, a familiar detective trailing in behind him. Shiiiit. Izuku tilted his head. "A-am I in trouble?"

"No, not at all." The detective reassured, eyes flickering to his scarred torso for a moment. "I am Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. I know it's a little short-notice, but I need your statement of the USJ Incident."

Oh. Izuku wracked his brain. It was so strange to be before Tsukauchi as Midoriya and not Viridian.

"Now, I'm required to inform you, before we start—my Quirk is called Human Lie Detector, and I'll be able to tell if you lie at any time."

Nothing I didn't already know. Izuku mentally sighed. How was he going to play this? He could think of several scenarios.

He could reveal himself as a time-traveler, and possibly recruit them to help him in his quest to kill Shigaraki, but then there was also the drawback that they'd think he's crazy (or blame the concussion). He wasn't sure if Naomasa's Quirk revealed the actual truth, or just what that person thought was true (maybe he'd inquire about that as Viridian later). It was a pretty far stretch, and while he was fairly sure they'd trust him...

They'd trust Viridian. He mentally corrected. Not Midoriya Izuku.

Either way, he didn't want to risk it. Not today, at least. Not until he had proof. Like the papers he kept in the camper.

He could also reveal himself as Viridian, and explain himself that way... but again, Shouta's too soft on children, and would limit his movements as a vigilante. Plus, that'd call his living arrangements into question, and he rather liked living alone (Keigo didn't count, he was a part-time freeloader). Not to mention all the questions that'd be brought up regarding his age, as he hadn't lied when he told Naomasa about failing all those exams. Which would bring him back to the time travel dilemma. Nope. Izuku did not have the energy to open that can of worms today.

"First off, your name."

"Midoriya Izuku."

"All right. Now, in your own words, recount the USJ Incident."

"Well, it was supposed to be a class field trip. Thirteen gave us a speech that I can't really remember clearly, and then..." His eyes darkened a little. "And then a portal opened. Villains spilled out into the plaza, and Kurogiri—the guy with the Warp Quirk—scattered all of us students." Izuku closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn't traumatized by this incident, but he should be. If he was a normal kid, he should be completely wrecked by this near-death experience. But they already knew he had trauma, so maybe he could use that? "I ended up in the shipwreck zone with Tsu and Kirishima. I... erm..." He winced. How was he going to explain away the explosives?

"Asui and Kirishima both attested to you bringing explosives to school. Mind explaining?" Naomasa raised an eyebrow as he spoke. Nezu also looked curious. The three other teachers in the room turned to stare at Izuku incredulously.

"I had a really bad feeling this morning." Izuku sighed. "And something told me to take it with me. I like working on support items in my spare time, so I made some explosive putty. It was a precaution." He mentally patted himself on the back for his wording—not a single lie.

"Six villains died in that explosion." Naomasa's tone wasn't accusatory. Izuku thought he was looking for a reaction.

"I..." Izuku looked down for a moment. Sure, it wasn't his first kill, but he still didn't like having to do so. "I hate it." He clenched the sheets for a moment. "Killing isn't right, but if it was between my classmates and the villains... I couldn't think of any other way out of that situation that didn't involve serious injuries on our side. They attacked us first—it was self-defense." He looked the detective in the eye.

"I know. You won't be charged with anything, due to the circumstances, I just wanted you to know." He stated, but Izuku saw the shine of concern in everyone's eyes. I'm going to have so many after school discussions with this... shit.

"After that, we tried to get back to the front doors to regroup with our class, but... We had to skirt around the plaza. I saw Aizawa-sensei fighting, and... That Nomu was bashing his head into the ground. I wanted to help, but I knew that jumping into that would've drawn attention to my classmates..." He winced. "And then Shigaraki—the man with the Disintegration Quirk... or is it Decay?—tried attacking Tsu, and I just reacted." Izuku briefly ran a hand over the new scar on his left cheek. He'd have to be extra careful as Viridian when he stopped for coffee breaks with Aizawa. It was on his left cheekbone. "After that, it was mostly fighting."

"A few people said you looked like you were ready to kill. Do you know Shigaraki Tomura personally?"

"No. I don't know him personally." Izuku answered honestly. "I was scared." For my classmates and Shouta.

"Right." Naomasa nodded, and put his notebook away. "Thank you for your time. That's it for the questions on USJ. But there's just one more thing I wanted to ask you about."

Izuku stiffened. Is it about the scars? Did they see my gunshot wound? Does he have suspicions about me being Viridian?! Did they search my backpack and find my vigilante outfit in the hidden compartment?

"Are you safe at home?"

Izuku blinked in surprise. They think these scars are...? Oh. He relaxed a little internally.

"I'm safe at home." I live alone in a trash heap; of course I'm safe.

"And those scars?"

Izuku self-consciously brought the sheets up to hide them—especially the gunshot wound on his arm that the detective had thankfully not yet seen. He flicked his eyes to Aizawa and Nezu.

"I've... been through a lot of shit. Stuff that I'm not comfortable talking about yet. It's still... too fresh." Yes, he was playing the trauma card. And it was going to fucking work.

Shouta's eyes flashed red as he glared at Izuku. "You left him. How could you?!"

"He asked me to! I... I couldn't let you both die!" Izuku argued, but Shouta gritted his teeth. A sharp pain in his cheek made him stumble back, and it took Izuku a moment to realize that Shouta had slapped him.

He looked at his brother in shocked betrayal. Shouta had hit him.

"No. You just didn't want to be alone again. You were being selfish, and because of that, I will never see my husband again!" Shouta stopped, catching his breath for a moment. His face became one of stone, as he spoke his next words as deliberately as he possibly could. "I will never forgive you for this, Midoriya Izuku. Never."

A soft furry something on his arm made him startle, and Izuku's fist froze inches from his principal's head. He quickly flinched away. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to almost attack you!"

"It's all right, Midoriya. You were in a flashback—it's to be expected." The principal patted his arm comfortingly. Huh. He really is soft. Kinda like a bunny. "You don't have to talk about it now, but you will have to eventually."

"I... I know." He brought his hand up to his cheeks and roughly scrubbed the tears away. His hand went to the necklace before he abruptly realized that it was gone, and it took more self-control than he thought he'd had not to freak out. "Erm... my things... are they here?"

"All your things are safe." The principal assured him, before handing him the necklace, careful to keep the others from seeing it. "I thought you might like to hang on to this personally. You can't wear it in the hospital, though."

Izuku relaxed substantially as the familiar grooves of the metal graced his hand. "Thank you." He clenched his fist around it.

"Thank you for your time." Naomasa awkwardly bowed. He obviously hadn't meant to trigger a flashback, but Izuku was honestly relieved—the sooner the detective left, the safer his identities would be.

He opened the door, only to flinch back, nearly running into someone.

"Zukkun!" Keigo burst into the room, worry etched into his face as he rushed over to the bed. "The hell! You weren't answering your phone and you were late coming home, and then I get a call from U.A. saying that you'd been attacked and were in the hospital!"

"Sorry, Keicchan." Izuku awkwardly rubbed the back of his head as the teachers blinked in startled shock.

"You know Hawks?" Yamada choked out.

Thank goodness we came up with a cover story.

"Hm? Oh, yeah! Izuku and I are good friends." Keigo grinned. "And I'll expect the full story later." He added on with a meaningful look towards Izuku.

"You just hang out at my place to get away from your sidekicks." Izuku smirked, gently shoving the hero, making him laugh. "We met when he saved me from a villain attack not too long ago. After that, we became fast friends." He explained.

Naomasa's Quirk would tell him that that was the truth—he didn't need to know it was Stain and that Izuku was nearly killed.

"Problem Child." Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, and Izuku's heart thumped. He said it again. "How often are you targeted by villains? Should I just start escorting you home?"

Luckily, Naomasa had left, so Izuku didn't have to spin vague truths. "Not too often. And I don't need a babysitter, sensei." Izuku stuck out his tongue.

"Oi. Show respect to your teachers." Keigo reprimanded.

"Yes, mom." Izuku smirked as the winged hero sighed.

"You're incorrigible."

"And you aren't?" Izuku laughed.

"They fight like brothers." Yamada whispered to Aizawa with a fond smile, who nodded.

"But it's good to see the kid smile. I don't think I've really seen him smile this whole time." Aizawa muttered back.

Izuku ignored them. Keigo's presence honestly kept the flashbacks and bad memories at bay. He reminded Izuku that things were different this time, and that he wasn't alone.

Maybe...

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Keigo was not happy. He had been trying to reach Izuku for twenty minutes—he was late coming home from school, and with this kid's track record, he was hoping that Stain didn't come back to finish the job. He was about to go out and scour the city for his brother when U.A. called him to tell him that Izuku had been attacked along with the rest of his class, and the kid was in the hospital.

Thank goodness they'd had the foresight to list Keigo as Izuku's emergency contact (even if it was just a phone number without a name on U.A.'s list). This also meant that he could burst into the hospital to see him (being the #3 Hero came with perks, after all).

And as entertaining as it had been to see the shock and disbelief on the faces of the teachers in his room, Keigo found the more pressing issue to be his brother's physical wellbeing.

Izuku had been released from the hospital into his care later that day (again—#3 came with perks), and he was now seated in their living area. Hawks sipped on his tea as Izuku drowned himself in a pot of coffee.

"Time, I hate hospitals."

"Time? Isn't the saying 'God'?"

"I've stopped believing in gods, and instead devote myself to the worship of the only power that has ever done me a favor."

Keigo had learned to just accept Izuku's strange sayings. "So." He started. "Mind telling me why villains attacked U.A.?"

Izuku leveled him with a very serious stare. Not for the first time, Keigo got the feeling that he was judging him for something.

"I... I think it's finally time to explain my past to you, Kei." Izuku said, and the winged hero blinked in surprise, nearly choking on his tea. I really need to stop drinking beverages around Zukkun. "It's going to sound absolutely insane, but... I need you to believe me." The desperation in his eyes shocked him.

"I will." He promised. He meant it, too. Izuku was trusting him, here, and he needed to learn to rely on other people.

"I... I'm from the future."

Keigo blinked. Once. Twice. No, he still had a very serious expression on his face. Was this a jo—oh, shit, he was serious. "How far in the future are we talking, here?"

"I was... probably around 43 when I went back in time. So... shit, what's the math? How old am I right now? Fifteen? Sooo... twenty-eight years in the future? Give or take a few years. We sort of ran out of calendars and phone chargers." He shrugged.

"Ran out?"

"You're taking this very well. I thought you'd need proof."

"I mean, you told me to trust you. Sure, proof would be nice, but it's not needed."

Izuku stared before laughing. "I'm sorry, it's just. I've been imagining how this would play out, and this was not how I envisioned this." He smiled for a moment before his expression became grim. "The world ended when I was 33, Keigo. Shigaraki Tomura destroyed everything. He let the Nomu—these monsters comprised of multiple Quirks created from the husks of dead people—roam around and eat other people. I... I lost so many people I cared about. Shouta, Hizashi, Nemuri, Higari, Tamaki... Dabi..." Tears ran down his face, and everything started to click into place for Keigo.

The trauma, the flashbacks, how he hated silence and woke up an inconsolable mess some nights... his scars, and fighting prowess... his jumpiness and trust issues...

"I have to kill him, Kei... If I don't, everything will be for nothing. USJ was my best. Fucking. Chance. And I blew it. He was right there, and I—"

Keigo cut him off with a hug, startling the other man (because he wasn't apparently a kid, but a man in a kid's body? Okay, that was weird and Keigo was not going to think about that.)

"It's okay, Zukkun. We'll do this together." He chuckled a bit when the kid looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What? You thought I'd run off and let you deal with murdering a psychopath alone? Besides, if we're going to get away with murder, you'll want the number three hero on your side." He smirked.

"Time, I'm glad to have you as a friend." Izuku wiped away his tears with a watery smile. "Shouta and I... we stumbled across a half-finished time portal named Project Hope." He continued before reaching into one of the cabinets that he'd forbid Keigo from going through.

He pulled out stacks of papers and a green jumpsuit that vividly reminded Keigo of his Viridian outfit. There was also a neatly folded outfit that looked patched, torn, bloodstained, and overall grimy and disgusting—even though it had likely been washed several times. "These are the research notes, in case I need to build another one, for some ungodly reason. And this was my old Vigilante outfit from the original timeline. And the clothes I was wearing when I got shoved through the portal."

"I... really can't understand these notes." Keigo admitted. "So who else knows?"

"You."

Keigo waited a moment, but realized that the vigilante wasn't going to continue. "W-wait! That's it!? You haven't told Detective Tsukauchi or Eraserhead or even Nezu?"

"They don't know me you do, Keicchan. They don't even know who Viridian is." Izuku sighed, running a hand through his hair, wincing when he hit part of an injury.

"Careful! You're still hurt. I only sprung you out of that hospital with the promise of top-tier healthcare from my end."

"Which I greatly appreciate. I haven't been in a hospital since... Well, there was that gunshot wound this morning, but—"

"Gunshot wound?!"

"Hold on a sec." Izuku fished out his vigilante phone and typed something in. Keigo's phone buzzed.

ViridianChaos added MotherHen to the Chat

Fury: Viridian? Who's this?

MotherHen changed their name to ShadowSlayer

ViridianChaos: Really? ShadowSlayer?

ShadowSlayer: What? It sounds cool.

Dadzawa: I think he's ignoring your question.

ViridianChaos: Yo, Aizawa. You alive? Heard about your class.

"Heard about. Uh huh." Keigo leveled him with a look.

"Shut up." Izuku stuck out his tongue.

Dadzawa: I'm still alive... somehow. But I won't be if I don't get coffee soon. (By the way, this is Midnight texting on behalf of Eraserhead, as his hands aren't really fit for texting, atm).

ViridianChaos: Hold up—lemme add someone else.

ViridianChaos added Yamada to the Chat

Yamada changed their name to Scream

Scream: Hey, hey! New chat, what is this? Shou, you never told me you had friends!? I'm so PROUD! :')

Dadzawa: Shut up. God, Viridian, why'd you add him?

Scream: Viridian? Ooooh!

ViridianChaos: Hello, hello! Good to finally meet the esteemed husband of Eraserhead! Shouta's told me a lot about you!

Scream: Has he, now? ;)

ViridianChaos: Oh, yeah. Tons of stuff. (I've got the blackmail on him, if you want it. ;))

Dadzawa: Goddamnit, Viridian! (I want it, too. –Mid)

Fury: For once, I'm glad I'm not the one being teased.

Tsuragamae: Welcome, Shadow and Yamada. Shadow, can we assume you are a friend of Viridian's?

ShadowSlayer: Well, I am making him a cup of coffee right now, so I assume so. Ow! Ridi!! DON'T HIT ME, OR I'LL REVOKE COFFEE PRIVILEGES!

ViridianChaos: Shay, no.

ShadowSlayer: Shay, yes.

ViridianChaos: I'll burn your books.

ShadowSlayer: You wouldn't dare.

ViridianChaos: Wanna try me, bitch? After all I've been thru in my life? I ain't gonna cry over a few books.

The two held a short staring contest for a moment before Keigo looked away. "Ha." Izuku grinned.

ShadowSlayer: You are a horrible person.

ViridianChaos: I know! 0:)

Dadzawa: Wait, you mean you know Viridian's identity?!

ShadowSlayer: Maaaybe. If I did, it's something for him to tell you, not me. :P

Tsuragamae: If you ever need anything, feel free to ask.

Fury: But why add him now?

ViridianChaos: I got hurt again. :/ I won't be on patrol for a few days. Thought you'd like to know I've got someone with me to look after me so you don't D R A G me to another hospital, like you did this morning. >:T

ShadowSlayer: You're on bedrest for more than a few days, Ridi.

Fury: What is >:T? What's greater than T?

Keigo burst out laughing, tears running down his face. "Tsukauchi doesn't know...?!" He couldn't even finish his sentence as he cracked up again.

"Nope~" Izuku grinned.

"Thank you so much for adding me to this chat. I'm going to have so much fun." He grinned.

"Anytime, my brother. Anytime." Izuku smirked as he watched Keigo immerse himself in the chat. Attention diversion was successful, and now he didn't have to explain the gunshot wound to his friend.

He leaned back against the shitty mattress, which was covered in clean new sheets bought by Keigo. He smiled contentedly as his eyelids drooped. There's always tomorrow.

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{Cult of Viridian Chat}

[GayAFanimeBoi is Online]

GayAFanimeBoi: Bro's fine, makin a full recovery. I haven't heard any news on Deku, yet, tho.

[Deku is online]

Deku: You summoned me?

MoldiBroccli: OMV YOU'RE ALIVE!! YAY!! WE'VE BEEN SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!

GayAFanimeBoi: My bro's been worried sick over you, Deku!! You holdin' up okay??

[ManlyRiot has joined the chat]

ManlyRiot: Cult of Viridian? Really, GB?

GayAFanimeBoi: BRO!! Didn't know you'd make an account!! :D

Deku: Hey, you doin' okay? I know the whole USJ thing was... hectic.

ManlyRiot: Hectic?! Bro, you kicked that villain's ass!! I've never seen anything like it before! I'm just glad to know you're okay. I mean, you were hurt, like I could see the bone in your shoulder kind of hurt.

Demonic-Gay-Microwave: Damn, didn't know it was that bad!

Noiscardily: You should get some rest, Deku. If you were hurt that bad, then the hospital will probably take away your phone if they knew.

Deku: my bro sprung me from the hospital. I'm home free. B)

ManlyRiot: Is that a good idea? I heard you were in the ICU for a while...? You almost died, dude.

Deku: And now I'm not. I'm alive, awake, and nursing a pot of coffee. I'll be fine. My brother's here to make sure I don't do anything stupid, anyhow. :P

ManlyRiot: If you're sure. But get some rest. Thanks for poppin in to let us know you're okay.

GayAFanimeBoi: And thank you!! For saving my brother's life. I... I wanna thank you in person, tho. I hope that's not weird.

Deku: It's fine. We'll find time to meet up or something, yeah? :)

GayAFanimeBoi: Yeah!! :D

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