Mrs_Galaxy_M

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//"If it’s anybody, I trust you to bring him into the light and take him to jail as he deserves."// he remembered being told.

"I mean, who else but you to try to show his innocence if you think it's not him?" Izuku's eyes widened as he looked up at Katsuki.

"Everyone is expecting me to hurry up and do my research to try to find them, just like I've found the blame in heroes and the identity of other villains... they're all expecting me to bring him down," Izuku thought. To bring /me/ down.

"Who knows, maybe he just finally lost it. I just know that I have to find them," he mumbled.
A copycat. They copied his costume! But Katsuki...he believed it wasn't him

But if all the cameras show the exact costume and height, then for now, it's our lead, even if it's a copycat," he said, scratching his head.

It wouldn't make sense for his fighting style to suddenly change and become rabid, targeting heroes instead of villains.

Katsuki looked up at him and frowned, crossing his arms as he hummed. "When that bunny guy works, it's always calculated. All the reports and cameras I reviewed show him being too calculated to cause as little damage as possible.

The least I can do is show up for their families," he sighed.

"I mean...do you think it was him that did it?"
"I don't care who did it, I just want to find them and beat them within an inch of their life," Katsuki replied. Izuku gulped.

"I'm... sorry about... your friends," Izuku whispered.

Katsuki froze, looking down at the floor.

"...We all know what we sign up for" he muttered "They were more like coworkers and mentors than friends, but I still feel like it's only right to attend their funerals this weekend.

"Oh," Izuku blinked.

"Sure," he said, coughing and trying to hide the blood on the blanket. Katsuki nodded and made his way past him to the kitchen.

Again, this is all too normal when it shouldn't be, but right now, normalcy is what Izuku needs.

He didn't even want to look at his phone.

Katsuki took off his heavy gauntlets and flexed his arms up and down as if he were holding small weights. "I can cook something up so you can rest. It's the least I can do for coming to your home to get healed up like a clinic," he suggested.

"You're here early," Katsuki said, raising an eyebrow.

"Sick," Izuku said, and he looked sick, pale, sweating, and had pale lips. "I told the housekeeper not to clean today since I'll be home, but I didn't get to make food. I was on the couch all day sleeping."

"What—"

"Before you say anything, he saw me on the way home. You should've seen him; he had all the villains piled up like trash," Damien said as he opened the window, and Katsuki slid in with ease, all healed up. Ugh, Izuku didn’t want to look at him; it was pissing him off.

Dynamight asked me if he could come over," Damien said, and

Absolutely N-
Izuku was about to say no but then remembered the look on his face on the TV... and nodded.

"...Sure, but when did he say he was coming?" Damien texted, and instantly there was a knock on the window.

He flinched when he saw his dad, expecting the housekeeper. "You can at least look a little happy," Izuku wheezed out. "I stayed home today," he answered any incoming questions before they were asked and he closed his mouth.

"Oh—well, it's easier to ask then.

the drugs were heavy and hard to get if it wasn't for his precious job, so he just lay tiredly on the sofa until he heard the door unlock and he jolted up, gripping his shirt and covering himself with blankets.

"I'm home," Damien said tiredly, his uniform a mess, probably from quirk practice.

it would be something that would remain on his record as a possible subject and his life would be ruined.

...Everyone is waiting for him to start doing his research to show the world the vigilante is guilty.
That /he/ is guilty

He remained on the couch for the entire day,

And despite this level of being wanted, that man only had eyes for him.

Even if he proves his innocence and has an alibi, it wouldn't matter. The commission and press would love to blame someone, anyone, and no matter the proof,

He knows he didn't do it because he would never kill—and a hero for that matter—nor would he stay out that late. At 2 am, he was getting his guts rearranged by Japan's top hero. The same hero that wins every popularity poll for how handsome he is. The man all women want.

He grabbed a pack of ice from the freezer, dragging himself back to the sofa and ignoring all the calls he was getting to cover this new topic, putting ice on his ribs.

How is he going to write this article about himself?

He limped back to the kitchen to grab a special and extremely rare pill made from a quirk that can cost up to the thousands and took it. What's so great about this little pill is that it heals all the bruises and broken bones on his body but he rarely uses it because it's so hard to come by

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he concentrated, once satisfied with the bandages, Izuku leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily. The bathroom's stillness was broken only by the faint hum of the ventilation fan and cleaned everything up as he remained on the seat.

He knows bandaging a broken rib is a bad idea, but he has a plan for it, medical inaccuracies can exist in a world full of different types of healing quirks

With practiced hands, he wrapped the medical tape around his torso, securing the gauze pads in place to provide support and compression.

Using a small first aid kit he kept in the bathroom for emergencies, Izuku retrieved sterile gauze pads and medical tape. Sitting on the closed toilet lid, he gingerly probed the area around his ribs, flinching as he touched the tender spots but knowing he didn't need surgery and could stay at home.

"You've been through worse than this."

Carefully, he peeled away the bandages, wincing at the sharp pain that flared with each movement. As he peeled back the layers, he revealed even worse bruising from yesterday. Izuku took a steadying breath, steeling himself for what came next.

Pushing himself further, he managed to maneuver into the bathroom, collapsing heavily on the closed lid of the toilet. Izuku closed his eyes, trying to steady his ragged breathing. "Come on, Midoriya," he muttered to himself, his voice strained with discomfort.