Shouto made his way to the apartments and rang the pager on the side of the building. "Hello?" Came a voice through the static.

"Is this Aizawa-sensei's apartment?"

"Yes. Is this Todoroki-kun?"

"Yup." He said, and the door made a loud buzzing sound, which told Shouto Shouta had unlocked the door. He pulled it open tensely and made his way up the stairs to apartment XXX.

Once there, he knocked lightly on the door and a few seconds later Shouta was at the door.

"Hi." Shouto said, and Shouta flung his arm out lazily, indicating for Shouto to come in.

"Midoriya told me you'd be coming."

"That's good. Where is he?"

"Erm, well, he is in his room…" Said Shouta and Shouto nodded, walking past him.

"Wait." Shouta said, grasping his arm and pulling him back a little.

"Yeah?" Shouto asked, confused.

"He's… Uhem... Well, he's a bit depressed."

"I know, but why?" Shouto asked, turning all the way around to face him now.

"Well… actually- I guess I should let him tell you." He said, shutting the door now.

"Okay, well, Where's his room?" Shouto asked, sliding his wet from the snow shoes off.

"The second room the the left."

"Okay."

Shouto made his way down the hall until he made it to the bedroom. He once again knocked lightly on the wood and called out Izuku's name.

"Izuku? I'm coming in." He said, pushing open the door. He stepped into the room and immediately noticed Izuku's sobbing form in the corner of his bed, sitting upright with his legs pulled to his chest. And of course, as mentioned, he was sobbing without sound. "Izuku?" Shouto said, nervously approaching Izuku's shaking person.

"Izuku?" Shouto said, putting a hand on his arm, causing Izuku's head to shoot up. Shouto saw the tears in his eyes and leaking down his face and felt put down by them.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting down on the bed, moving his hand from Izuku's arm to his hand.

Izuku was silent for a moment before Shouto spoke again. "You don't have to tell me-"

"No, I just… Okay…" Izuku said, sucking in a breath. "They… they found my mother's body in a river bank last night."

"What? Oh my God, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Yeah…" Said Izuku, more tears filling his eyes as he let out a small hiccup (Which, even given the situation, Shouto thought was adorable).

"Do… do you need me to hold you?" Shouto asked, scooting closer to Izuku on the bed as he nodded his head and came out of the corner and sat on Shouto's lap facing him while Shouto wrapped his arms gently around Izuku's thin, frail body.

They sat there for a good half an hour before Izuku was done crying into Shouto's shoulder and felt comfortable pulling away.

"Izuku, when did you find out? And how?" Asked Shouto, watching his thin fingers unclasp and clasp together.

"This morning… I… the police came to the apartment to inform me."

"Well, what did they say happened?"

"I don't know, I didn't hear them out long enough for them to tell me. I lost my temper and went after them, saying how I could have done a better job and shit." Izuku managed to say, drying his eyes with the back of his hand.

Shouto sighed and hugged Izuku closer to his body. "I really am sorry." He said, then seeing the colour drain from Izuku's face.

"Oh God, she probably died a painful death there!" Yelled Izuku, earning the attention of Aizawa from the living room.

He got up and walked down the hallway and into Izuku's room. "What's wrong?" He asked, internally face palming. He knew what was wrong, why did he even ask?

"Must you ask to know?" Izuku said, burying his face in Shouto's shoulder once again.

"He's just worried she died… painfully." Shouto answered for him, seeing Aizawa's facial expression turn from a blank one to a sympathetic one. "Izuku, I talked with the officers before and they said that general anesthesia was probably used to put her to sleep before they removed all her organs.

"They removed all her organs?!" Izuku shouts, jumping up and breathing heavily.

"I'll kill them, I'LL FUCKING KILL THEM!" He screamed, and Shouto grabbed his arm.

"Izuku, calm down."

"No, they are using my mother's body parts for financial gain! How can I be calm?!"

"I know, I know, wait, how do you know they are selling the organs?"

"They sold one of my kidneys on the black market or whatever." Izuku said, a little bit calmly.

"They did?" Said Aizawa.

"You had a lot of scars on your stomach along with the freshest one from the crash. Is that why?"

"Yes."

"But if that's the case, why were there so many?" Shouto asked, almost instantly regretting it. Wasn't it obvious? He'd been tortured.

"They cut me open for fun sometimes..." Izuku said, lowering his head and sitting back down on the bed.

"Those bastards… did they even know what Shigaraki was doing to you?" Shouto asked, and Izuku shook his head sadly. "Not until the end, and even then, they didn't really have an exact understanding of what he did to me."

"But they kind of knew?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"What exactly did Shigaraki do to you, Izuku?"

After a moment Shouto opened his mouth and started to answer, "He-"

"Nothing" Izuku cut him off quickly, placing his hands on his lap and digging into the fresh cuts that littered his thighs.

"Midoriya, you can trust me…" Aizawa said, taking a seat on the bed beside Shouto and Izuku.

"It… it really doesn't matter." He said, swatting the hand coming towards his shoulder away.

"Was it at least written in the police report?"

… Silence …

"Midoriya…" Shouta said quietly.

"If I tell you will you drop it?"

"Maybe, depending on what it is."

"Then just leave me be." Izuku said and Aizawa let out a small sigh and stared at the younger boy. "Fine, I'll drop it." He said.

"Shigaraki… he…" He tried to get out while Aizawa sat there patiently.

"I can't." Izuku let out, and Shouto grabbed squeezed his hand.

"Do you want me to tell him?"

"No!" Izuku shouts, tears falling down his face as the memories of Shigaraki's erect cock shoving into him harshly.

He unclasped his hand from Shouto's and stood up sharply. "Izuku?" Shouta asked, getting up and reaching out.

"Don't." Shouto said, standing up and grabbing Shouta's arm. "What? Why?" Shouta asked, letting his arm fall to the ground.

"Midoriya?" He said and Izuku spun around, face more deathly pale than it was before from losing so much blood. He looked Shouta in the eyes and in that moment he vomited all over his teacher and temporary guardian.

"I'm sorry!" He sobbed, sinking to the floor and pulling his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, don't cut me open again."

Shouta flung his arms up once then down, making the sick fall to the floor from his sleeves as Shouto stared at Izuku in disbelief.

"Izuku, no one's gonna cut you open..." Said Shouta carefully, crouching down to get on Izuku's level. "And it's fine, it's not your fault. I don't know what he did to you, but it was obviously traumatising."

"He raped me!" He screamed, eyes wide and hands covering his ears as he rocked back and forth.

"Midoriya, I-"

"Over and over again…" He said, and both Shouta and Shouto were silent.

"I went to sleep bleeding from my ass so many nights. That was, if I could sleep at all."

Shouta sighed and got up, then took a seat on Izuku's bed.

"I should have known, I'm sorry I made you upset."

But Izuku wouldn't budge from the floor, he let out a small whimper and laid down beside the mess of vomit.

Shouta looked down at his clothes then let out another long sigh. "I'll be right back." He said, walking out of the room.

He left for all of five minutes to change and get a mop and a bucket full of water, and when he came back Izuku and Todoroki were laying in the bed together with the curtains drawn and the sheets pulled up over their heads, chatting quietly as Izuku sobbed lightly. He looked at the mess of sick all over the floor and decided he's clean it up later, though he couldn't imagine laying in a room full of vomit was all too good for your health, but he didn't have the heart to interrupt. And so he left the two boys in Izuku's room and decided to cook supper for the boys, hoping Izuku would eat at least just a little bit of it.

Sorry for the short chapter, I have writer's block for this story. ;-;