Academic Badass: Birth of an Ant-Hero

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or Wolverine.

Chapter 3: The Aftermath

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi couldn't help but sigh in boredom. Naomasa was a tall man – standing at five feet and eleven inches tall – with short black hair and somewhat-rectangular black eyes. He wore a black suit with a green tie at his neck with matching slacks and dress shoes. On his desk was a tan hat with a matching overcoat tossed over the chair he was sitting in. His quirk was known as Human Lie Detector which is superior to his younger sister's quirk polygraph. His quirk had earned him the nickname: Truth Man as no one could lie within his presence when his quirk was activated. This came with the side effect of him being unable to lie to himself. Which is why he couldn't deny he was beyond bored, but doing paperwork on a really slow day would do that to just about anyone.

"I almost wish something would happen," he thought, chuckling to himself. "Almost."

He sighed once more and made to finish the rest of his paperwork when one of his colleagues knocked on the door to his office.

"Come in," he told him as he begins reading the next report of his desk.

The door to his office opens and in walks in a man standing at five feet and seven inches tall. He was lean with large yellow eyes and the head of a ginger tabby cat. He wore a pale blue button-up shirt with a protective vest over the top, and is dressed like most Police Force members, just with a golden bell at his neck. His name was Sansa Tamakawa and his was one of Naomasa colleagues and underlings.

"Oh, good morning Sansa," Naomasa says when he sees who walked into his office.

Sansa nods at him. "Good morning, Naomasa," he replied. "How's your day been so far?"

"Slow and boring," Naomasa replied with a chuckle. "I've just been catching up on paperwork."

"I see. Well, your day just might get a little more exciting now."

Naomasa paused in his paperwork to give Sansa his full attention. "Oh, why's that?"

Sansa pulled out a folder from under his arms and passed it to Naomasa. "We just received a call from several neighbors saying the heard shouting and screaming coming from the residents in the folder – the Midoriyas. Two said they heard what sounded like fighting and were worried something had gone wrong."

Naomasa nodded as he read through the composed file. There were pictures of the family of three. They all looked happy and ordinary like they couldn't and wouldn't hurt a fly. Look can be deceiving though as Naomasa knew from experience. They lived on warren street close Dagobah Municipal Beach Park and the son went to Aldera Junior High – this was his last year there. In fact, if he remembered correctly, school end early that very day.

"When did the neighbors start hearing the shouting and screaming?" Naomasa asked.

"Around five or six in the afternoon, not too long ago since it's only seven-fifteen now," Sansa replied.

Naomasa nodded as he continued reading. "That would mean that they all should've been home, unless the son was out with some friends," he thought. "Maybe it was a couple's spat that got out of hand?" Keeping his thoughts to himself, Naomasa read that the couple's son – Izuku Midoriya – was sort of a loner, which got rid of his hanging with friends theory. The boy was really smart and passed all of his classes with relative ease and he was quirkless. That surprised the detective a bit. Being quirkless was rare and didn't happen much to the newer generation. But when it did, the effects it had on people was not good ones. It could explain why the Midoriya boy became a loner, but Naomasa's gut told him something else was at play here. He got this feeling that there were pieces to the puzzle purposely missing.

"I guess the chief wants me to check this out then?" he asked.

Sansa nods. "He originally asked me to do it, but I already have a domestic violence call I have to go handle, so he told me to give it to you."

"Alright, well at least I got something more exciting to do now. Hopefully, it's nothing serious though."

Naomasa office door slams open just as he finished speaking, barely missing Sansa. Both males turn their attention to the door to see who decided to just bust in. There was a female officer standing at the door. She was five feet and three inches tall, petite girl with quite a round face and semicircular eyes, their irises white. Her hair is short and worn styled like a crab's body in two high bunches with claw-shaped ends, six short tufts protruding out to the sides, and split bangs hanging over each eye. She wore the standard police uniform for females similar to Sansa's though she did have on a knee-length kimono as well. Her name was Monika Kaniyashiki and she was Naomasa's partner. Her quirk was known as Snip Clip which allows her to cut through almost anything that is placed between her index and middle fingers as well as in between her legs. Naomasa sighed upon seeing her, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Monika, how many times must I tell you to knock first?" he asked her rhetorically.

Monika chuckled. "Lighten up," she replied. "You'll be fine. I told you, knocking is unnecessary middle ground. Besides, I just got a phone call about the place you were about to go check out."

"Were you listening in on me again?"

"Yup! Anyway, the house caught on fire and only the mother and son made it out. They're on their way to the hospital right now."

"What happened? And what about the husband?"

Monika shrugged. "All I know is that the mother is injured and the father is most likely caught in the fire. The Rescue Hero Backdraft is currently putting out said fire."

Naomasa sighs, grabbing his coat and hat. "I had to jinx it," he thought. "Alright, let's go. We'll visit the pros first and interview the neighbors, before we go to the hospital."

Monika salutes with a smile. "After you, sir."

Naomasa sighs and the two leave his office. "Notify the chief will you, Sansa? This just went up a level."

"Already on it," Sansa replied, heading for the chief's office.

-Hospital-

Mitsuki sat outside of Inko's room, tapping her foot worriedly. Forty-five minutes had passed since they had arrived at the hospital and Inko was taken into surgery and there was still no word from any of the doctors. Izuku hadn't woken up yet and was still asleep in the room the doctors put him in after checking to make sure he was alright. Katsuki sat next to his mom, scowling with a frown on his face. He hated hospitals. He hated being in hospitals – even more so after the slime villain incident earlier – and now he was back in one. It was pissing him off. That and the fact that he didn't know what was going on with Izuku. He was still disturbed by the nerd's words from early as well as the look in his eyes. Just thinking about it made him shiver involuntarily. On top of that the nerd was almost killed in a fire and he looked at him with so much hatred in his eyes that it shocked Katsuki. It also confused him even more. And he hated being confused. He needed answers and he needed them now and only one person had them – Izuku.

Huffing, he got up from his seat and began walking towards the nerd's room.

"Where are you go, Katsuki?" Mitsuki asked, making him stop in his tracks.

"I'm going to check on the nerd and take a leak," he replied.

"Don't go waking him up, Katsuki. I can tell you want answers, but you'll have to wait until he wakes up on his own."

"Tch. I know that already you old hag."

"Then, I better not here about you causing trouble brat."

Katsuki said nothing in return and resumed walking away. Mitsuki watched his back for a moment, before sighing worriedly. Katsuki wasn't acting like his normal loud, boasting, complaining and grumpy self. He was quiet and a little reserved the whole day. She had chalked it up to the slime incident at first, but even she knew better than that. She knew her son and knew that would've pissed him off more than anything and he'd be training and pushing himself so it wouldn't happen again. But that wasn't what he was doing, and it had her worried.

"Just what's bothering you, Katsuki?" She wondered.

"Excuse me, would you happen to be Mitsuki Bakugo?" a male voice asked, drawing her attention.

Mitsuki turned to see Naomasa and Monika stnding to the side of her. She could easily tell they were the police. "I take it you want to ask me some questions?" she asked back.

Naomasa nodded, taking her question as non-vocal conformation of who she was. "Yes, just a few. We would like to understand the situation better," he tells her. "We already questioned the neighbors who called and the pros on the scene. They said they arrived to see you hold Izuku Midoriya and watching over Inko Midoriya. Is that correct?"

Mitsuki nodded. "Yes, it is."

"I see. How close are you with the midoriya's?"

"Inko and I were – are best friends."

"How long have you two been friends?"

"Since we attended college together. We were nearly inseparable back then."

"And now?"

Mitsuki looked down, a sad smile on her face. "I'm sure you already know that Izuku is quirkless, right? Well, after Hisashi found out his only son was quirkless, things between Inko and I grew…distant."

"Care to explain."

While Mitsuki was talking to Naomasa and Monika, Izuku was resting in the room the doctors had put him in. They couldn't find anything physically wrong with him, so he wasn't hook up to anything but a heart monitor. The doctors there had also read his medical files and were surprised that he had no burns on him despite being quirkless. They could understand Inko not having any as she was being shielded by her son – who's clothes appeared to have been burned off, yet he had no injuries whatsoever. It intrigued them and some theorized that he may have had a dormant quirk that awakened when his life was threatened. And they'd be right, only the fire isn't what awakened his quirk to begin with.

It was dark and cold. It wasn't like before – there was no comfort this time around. Though, Izuku felt just as heavy as before and his eyelids were heavier. He just felt so tired. He didn't want to move or do anything, but he also didn't want to stay where he was. No, something told him that he needed to get up. There was no voice this time, just the nagging feeling that it was time for him to awaken.

Izuku groaned softly as he slowly woke up. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbing them to help clear up the tiredness in 'em. Then, he turned his head, trying to figure out when he got into bed – only to realize he wasn't in his own bed. He was in a hospital bed. His eyes widen in shock and confusion and he sits up fast. Looking around the room, he sees he's in fact in the hospital and isn't just seeing things. The sounds of his heart monitor are drowned out as he tries to remember how he got there – why he was there. The last thing he remembered was…

"Mom!" he cries out, moving to get out of bed. His mom was staved! He needed to find her!

The sound of the door to his room to open makes him pause and he looks over to it – seeing Katsuki standing in the entrance. The effect is almost immediately as all the times that Katsuki bullied him popped into his head and him telling him to kill himself as well – and Izuku doing just that, only to come back. He shakes his head subtly and looks at Katsuki with a blank expression on his face.

"So, you're finally up nerd?" Katsuki asked, closing the door behind him and walking over to the chair next to Izuku's bed.

"What am I doing here, Kaachan?" Izuku asked.

"You were caught in a fire, nerd. You, your mom, and dad. Only you and your mom made it out when we got there," Katsuki tells him with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. "Your mom apparently called my mom and we ended up rushing over as she heard an argument over the phone."

"I-I see."

It was all coming back to him now. All of it.

"I have no clue what happened to your dad though. I'm guessing he's fine."

Izuku chuckled at that. "I wouldn't bet on that, Kaachan," he told the boy.

Katsuki blinked at him. "What the hell are you talking about nerd?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

Izuku locked eyes with him and he had that same emotionless, dead look from earlier in his eyes again. Katsuki couldn't suppress the shiver that runs down his spine when he sees it. "I mean that he's dead," Izuku tells him. "I should know, I'm the one who killed him."

Katsuki's eyes widen and silence falls between them. It doesn't last long as Katsuki is suddenly glaring at him. "Don't go bullshitting me, nerd. That's nothing something to fucking joke about."

Izuku laughs and it's hollow and empty. "I'm not joking. I killed him. I got home to see him pinning my mother to the wall. There were three other guys with him, and my mom told me to run. She was trying to protect me, and he started beating her for it. I tried to save her, and his pals got in my way, then he punched me in the gut for telling him to leave her alone. That one punch turned into wailing on me as I refused to let him beat on my mother. His pals made him stop as he said and I quote, 'We can't have you damaging the goods before we can examine them.' I didn't get much time to wonder what he meant as my mom rushed him with a knife, only for Hisashi to knock her down while his pals restrained me. Then, he let one of them staved her. Told him not to hit anything vital." Izuku's hands baled up into fist just thinking about it. "He let them hurt my mother, Kaachan and I lost it as soon as I saw her head hit the floor. I thought she was dead, and I saw RED. So, yeah, I killed my father. And you know what's so funny about it – I don't feel anything. You'd think I'd feel somewhat bad about it or satisfied that I protected my mom, but I don't feel bad about it. I don't feel satisfied, I don't feel better knowing he's gone and can't hurt either of us anymore, I don't feel more at peace…I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING!"

Izuku spun and knocked the hurt monitor machine off away from his bed, sending it crashing into the floor. Katsuki jumped, taken by surprise at the sudden move. "All I feel is this intense burning hatred deep in my heart when I even think about him. He abused me and my mother ever since he found out I was quirkless. Told me I'd be doing the world favor if I killed myself, that I was a useless waste of space. He made me hate myself, hate being alive! I should feel something knowing the fact that I got rid of him: disgust, joy, satisfaction, peace, something! But I feel nothing but this burning hatred still and even that feels like it's losing its grip. I don't feel it as strongly as before. I feel numb, Kaachan and that scares me."

Silence fell between the two as Katsuki was at a loss what to say. He was just as bad as Izuku's father. He bullied the boy to the breaking point and then some, beating on him to practice his quirk and repeatingly telling him how pointless his dream was. How he'd be useless as a hero and should just give up already. Then, he told him to go take a swan-dive off the roof of the building earlier today. It's a wonder the boy could even look at him or talk to him anymore. It made Katsuki's gut twist in a negative way that made him want to hang his head in shame and look away from Izuku. He hated the feeling! But he deserved it and more. How could he be a hero if he was walking around destroying people's hopes and dreams? He wanted to be the best, but he didn't want to utterly destroy people while doing so – at least not this way.

"I'm sorry," he muttered without realizing it.

Izuku looked at him, surprised, tears running down his cheeks. "W-what?"

Katsuki looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I-I…I haven't been a good friend to you since you were diagnosed as quirkless, Izuku. I've bullied you, belittled you, beaten you, and humiliated you. I have repeatedly put you down over and over again without a care about how it would affect you. And at first, I did it because I really believe that you had no chance becoming a hero. I was insulted that you thought you could do it being as weak as you are. I never considered how that'd make you feel 'cause I didn't care, I just wanted you to learn your place. Which I thought was below me. Then, I saw a pro nearly get killed fighting a villain and my priorities changed. I didn't need you to quit your dream for me anymore – I needed you to quit it for yourself. Before you got yourself killed…" And left me alone. "And I tried breaking your spirit to get you to do so."

"…Is that why you told me to go kill myself then? To protect me?" Izuku asked, flatly.

Katsuki looked away at that. "I-I…I have no excuse for that one. There are times I really lose my temper with you, but that…I wasn't thinking clearly before I spoke. All I saw was sure fired ways you were going to get yourself killed and you were too stupid and hopeful to see that. It pissed me off badly and my vision was clouded as was my thinking. I wanted to shatter you completely and I said the first thing that came to mind because to me it seemed like you were deadest on killing yourself."

"I see."

"…After I said it, I wanted to take it back, but I knew you I couldn't. You can't just take something like that back once it's been said. So, I acted like I didn't care, and you were in the wrong. T-then, you asked me would you dying make me happy…and once again I put my foot in my mouth without a second thought. I don't want you to die Izuku. That's the last thing I want and I'm sorry that I made you think I did. That was never my attention. I'm sorry.'

Izuku was silent after Katsuki explained everything to him. It didn't take away the memories or the feelings that came with them, but they were lessened somewhat.

"You have a shitty way of showing you care about someone, Katsuki," Izuku eventually says. Katsuki flinches as Izuku calls him by his given name.

"…Y-yeah, well…I was always crap at expressing myself well beyond boasting," he mutters.

"Ain't that the truth," Izuku agrees. "I'm glad you told me though. It brings some clarity as to way you were such an asshole to me for so long. I don't know if I can forgive you for it all though. You've hurt me a lot and telling to go kill myself isn't smething I can just bounce back from like everything else."

Katsuki sighed. "I thought as much. I wasn't expecting you to forgive me though, Izuku. I just wanted you to know and understand…I felt like you deserved that much. And I –" Katsuki hesitated briefly, unsure f he should say what he wanted to next. "No time to be a chickenshit now," he told himself. "I wanted another chance."

Izuku looked at Katsuki in disbelief. "…Are you serios right now?" he asked.

Katsuki nodded. "Yes, I am," he replied, facing Izuku. "I know I on't deserve one ane you have every right to tell me to go to hell, b-but I…I want to fix things between us. I've acted like I didn't need you before, but I do. I always have. And I want my best friend back – that's if you'll give me a chance to try."

Izuku was surprised. This was the most open and honest Izuku had ever seen Katsuki talk. He usually shut everyone but his parents out and refused to talk about his emotions or admit when he was wrong. He'd sooner throw explosions first. And yet, he had apologized to Izuku several times and was asking for a chance to fix things between them. In all accounts, Izuku should tell him to go to hell and fuck off. But he couldn't and wouldn't do that – that just wasn't who he was. Sighing, he pushed his hair back and closed his eyes while Katsuki waited patiently for his answer.

"This is the most open and emotional I've ever seen you be Katsuki," Izuku stated.

Katsuki huffed. "I figured it was best to be open and honest with you when you woke up if I wanted any answers. And I felt like I owed you some as well, don't get too used to it though."

Izuku chuckled. "Well, you're right that you owed me answers, so thanks for that. As for whether or not I'll give you another chance…I will. But! This is your last chance. Please don't make me regret it, I don't think I can handle anymore pain caused by those I trust and care about."

"…I can't promise I won't be an ass – it's kinda who I am. I can promise that I won't put you down anymore or deliberately try to hurt you.'

"That's all I ask."

The two fell into a somewhat comfortable silence after that. Though, it didn't last long as the bedroom door opened. Katsuki and Izuku looked towards the door to see Mitsuki, Naomasa, and Monika walk into the room. Alll eyes landed on the two, before focusing solely on Izuku. Mitsuki was next to him in am instant, pulling him into a hug. Izuku tensed up briefly, before relaxing. He knew Mitsuki would never hurt him and honestly, he had missed her hugs. So, he quickly returned it. Monika closed the room door as she and Naomasa moved off to the side to left Izuku and Mitsuki have their moment. Eventually, the two pulled a part.

"I'm glad your okay Izuku, you had me worried," Mitsuki tells the boy.

Izuku blushes slightly. "S-sorry about that, but I'm fine. I promise," he tells her.

"I'll let the doctors be the judge of that."

"Okay. Do you know how my mom is doing?"

"She's fine. The doctors were able to heal her after they gave her some donated blood. She's resting right now, they said she needs it."

Izuku sighs in relief. "That's good. I was worried."

"Well, you don't need to be anymore. The worst has passed."

"Good."

Izuku smiles at Mitsuki and she smiles back. Monika finds the scene heartwarming and can't help but smile as well. Naomasa is also happy that the boy is okay, but he was going to have to interrupt their moment now. He needed answers and he was hoping the boy could give them a few. Clearing his throat, he stepped closer to the bed, drawing everyone's attention.

"Sorry, for interrupting your moment, but I have a few questions I'd like to ask Izuku here – that's if he's feeling up to it," he stated.

"You want to know about the fire, don't you?" Izuku asked, pulling away from Mitsuki, who just pulled him into her lap, making hm flush slightly.

Naomasa nods. "That among other things. Such as why your parents were arguing, how'd your mother got injured, and anything else you deem important."

Izuku nods, sighing tiredly. He was starting to feel drained mentally. He wanted to go back to sleep already. "Alright, I'll tell you all I can – though, I got home late and walked in just as things were heating up."

"Anything you could tell us would be helpful."

Izuku nodded once more and took a deep breath before launching into the tale of what he witnesses from when he got home until the fire was out. He told it in greater detail than he did to Katsuki, leaving out that he killed his father. He'd wait for the detective to specifically ask about that one as he was sure he wouldn't believe him if he told him he did it. Not when he was quirkless and he'd have to explain how he wasn't anymore. As he told his story, he could feel Mitsuki's hold around him tightening and knew from experience that she was pissed. And he couldn't blame her. He had been too and a part of him still was. Monika has a frown on her face as the story was told, her usual happy and upbeat demeanor no longer there.

"Hisashi, you bastard! If you weren't already dead, I'd kill you myself!" Mitsuki thought.

"Afterwards, we fought for a bit and he was kicking my ass, but I won in the end. Once I did, I grabbed my mother and left the house as quickly as I could and that's where Auntie Mitsuki found me."

Naomasa pauses in the notes he was taking on Izuku's story as he realized something. "Izuku – do you mind if I call you by your given name?" he asked.

Izuku shook his head. "I don't mind," he replied.

"Okay, I have another question: what happened to your father during all of this? You kind of glossed over him except for his actions and you fighting him, but…something doesn't add up."

"I was wondering when you'd bring that up," Izuku replied. "He died. He was dead when I carried my mom out of the house."

"I see. And do you know who killed him? Did one of his assiocates turn on him?"

Izuku shook his head. "No, they didn't. I killed him."

That gave everyone pause, but Katsuki as they stared at Izuku surprised or shocked.

"Y-you killed him?" Mitsuki asked in disbelief.

Izuku looked at her and nodded. "He let one of the men stave my mother after he was done beating her and all he said was 'don't hit anything vital'. He let her get staved because she tried to stop him from selling me like cattle. When I saw her bleeding on the floor and she passed out from the shock and the pain…I snapped. All rational thought process fled me, and I just kept thinking she was dead or dying and I wanted them to pay. They needed to pay. After that, it's mostly blurry, except for pain and satisfaction. I wounded the one who staved her."

Naomasa clears his throat. 'Sorry to interrupt, but it's a little hard to believe that a 14-year-old boy took on four grown men. Especially, when you're…quirkless."

"I can understand why it sounds impossible and there's a simple answer for that. One, I only fought the one who staved my mother and my father. Two…I'm not quirkless anymore."

Naomasa looked at Izuku surprised. 'C-come again?" he asked.

"I'm no longer quirkless. My quirk awakened earlier today. I don't fully know what I can do, but it's why I was able to beat them and why I'm not injured."

"He's not lying," Naomasa thought. "But a quirk awakening at his age is unheard of."

"H-how exactly did you awaken your quirk, Izuku?" he asked. "It sounds like you awakened it before you got home."

Izuku nods. "I did."

"I see. Mind telling us how, then?"

Izuku sighs. "I'd rather not, but I know that I need to."

"Please tell us," Monika says. "We3 need to know as much as possible to get the full picture here."

"I know that, but…I didn't awaken my quirk in a good way."

"What do you mean, Izuku?" Mitsuki asked.

Izuku glances at her and sighs. He knew he'd have to come clean, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to it. He had killed himself and come back and he wasn't bothered by the fact. Though, he attributed that to shock still and felt it would hit him sooner or later. He didn't want them judging him for what he had done. He just knew they would. "Best to get it over with then," he thought.

"Fine, I'll tell you."

"Thank you."

Izuku took a deep breath before her answered. "I took a swan-dive off the roof of the building I go to school in," he said, staring into both of the police eyes. "I killed myself to awaken my quirk."

Silence fell as three pairs of eyes stared at him in shock and sympathy. Izuku made a point to pointedly avoid looking at Mitsuki though. He didn't want to see the hurt in her eyes or the tears or anything. Katsuki clenches his fist and pointedly looked at the ground, biting his bottom lip painfully.

"W-why would you do that?" Mitsuki asked when she finally found her voice again. Izuku could hear the Pin in it.

"Because I was tired. Tired of being told how worthless my existence was – that I'd never amount to anything or that I could never be a hero. I was tired of being pushed around and ignored – people acting like I didn't exist unless they wanted to wail on me and kick me while I was down. I tried to stay optimistic and keep my head up high, but the words the said and the beatings just whittled me down piece by piece – day by day. And today, I just couldn't take it anymore. The teachers didn't care what happened to me or how I felt – they ignore it or said I was exaggerating. I was just the quirkless boy who shouldn't even be breathing the same air as them, so I decided to do them all a favor and take a swan-dive of the school roof. I took my father's as well as their advice and decide to do the world a favor and kill myself. It was the only option I could see in front of me."

"What about Inko?' Mitsuki asked. "Did you bother to consider how'd she feel?"

"Of course, I did. I'd feel the same if she died, but at the time I couldn't bring myself to car. All I could feel was hatred and pain and this deep-seated need to make it finally stop once and for all. And the fact that I was the cause of my father beating on her too wasn't much help. I was convinced that she'd be safer without me."

Tears filled Mitsuki's eyes. "Oh, Izuku…" she said, her voice soft and sympathetic.

Izuku looked at her with tears in his eyes. He didn't know why,but being in Mitsuki's arms for so long and hearing how much she cared – feeling it – made the numbness he felt earlier fading. Now, the shock was wearing off and he couldn't contain his self-hatred and pain from earlier anymore. It was still there and now it had reared its ugly head.

"I-it still hurts," he said, fisting his hospital gown. "I thought it would stop, but it hasn't. A-and I just want it to stop! I didn't ask for any of this! F-f-for this pain! I didn't ask to be used as anyone ones punching bag or be forced to fight for my life! I-I-I…I didn't want this! I just wanted people to care! To give a damn and see I was more than just a quirk or not! I was human too!...I wanted my dad to love me again. I just wanted the pain to stop. I just wanted it to stop."

Mitsuki pulled Izuku into a tighter hug and let him bury his face into her shirt as he cried out all his pet up feelings. Katsuki bit his lip until it bled and shot up from his chair, knocking it over. He crossed the room in an instant and was hugging Izuku from behind, crying as well. The two detectives watched as the same family cried and comforted each other. Seeing them like this made Monika gut twist and brought tears to her eyes. She clenched her hands into fist feeling the distinct need to punch something. Naomasa wasn't any better. There were few times that he felt any real anger while doing his job and this was one of them. And he wasn't just anger he was livid, but he had just enough control to keep it from show on his face.

"Naomasa," Monika said, her anger showing in her voice. "We need to get these bastards."

"I know," he said flatly. "And we will."

"…Good."

Monika reaches into her police vest and pulls out a card and walks over to Mitsuki, tapping her lightly on the shoulder. Mitsuki looks at her and Monika smiles sadly at her, giving her the card.

"I know this must be hard for you right now, so we're going to go," she whispers. "This card has two numbers on it. One, to contact us if you need to and another for a therapy specialist. I think Izuku may need it."

Mitsuki took the card from her, giving her a small smile. "Thank you," she whispered back. 'We might all need it."

"You're welcome."

Monika stood up and walked back to her partner. "Let's go," she said, heading for the door.

Naomasa wordlessly follows her, putting his notepad away. The two quietly leave the room and close the door, giving the family the privacy, they needed.

End.

A/N: Well that's a rap for chapter 3 of this story. Tell me what you guys thought. I'll answer reviews in my A/N for the next chapter. Until nest time, see ya.