His head was pounding.

There was a beam of sunlight right in his closed eye making morning annoyingly morning. He swatted at the ray of light as though it would go away on it's own. He tried opening his eyes but there was dull pain in his left and only one eye slit open. Sunlight? His room was pitch black. Focusing his vision he realized he was not at home and laying in someone's bed. Shooting up, his body protested and his brain began to spin. The All Might movie memorabilia hanging around the room allowed the pieces to fall into place and he realized he was in Izuku's bed.

He laid back down in the comfortable bed, still very tired. His eyes shifted to nightstand looking for the time. 10:44. The tightness of his face was huge reminder that it was probably all sorts of fucked up. His hand drifted to his nose and he felt around making sure it was still set good enough. After his beating his nose pouring profusely and it was the first thing he had to take care of. The blood running down his front and the back of his throat was an annoyance. He plugged it up and made sure it was set the best he could before applying a small butterfly stitch bandage to keep it in place.

He sighed. He was in a very precarious situation after telling Izuku what happened. He didn't want to involve him with any of his drama, but sharing it with him was doing just that exactly. Izuku was definitely not going to leave him alone now, he made it very apparent last night. He could hear light movement outside in the house and decided he should get up. Getting up slower this time as to avoid worsening the dull ache in the back of his skull he opened the door and smell of food wafted through his nose.

The almost immediate rumble in response to food felt strange. It had been quite a bit since he had eaten and was quite excited to partake in lunch.

He walked down the hall and stopped before round the corner that was close to the dining and kitchen area. He could hear a few voices and one he wasn't too fond of. Peeking around the bend Izuku was sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hand and Bakugo was at the opposite side of the table looking at his phone. As if he were a mind reader, Bakugo looked up straight at Hitoshi with his ever present

"Tch... About time you're up, lazy shithead."

Izuku gasped, looking up with hopeful bright eyes. "He's up!" He was up and over to his side within seconds and giving him a light hug. "Hey." It was returned, warmly. It was really nice to see him first thing in the morning. However, he and Bakugo just sitting together so nonchalantly left him curious with questions. Izuku wasn't one to really hold secrets so he knew everything would somehow be explained so he was completely calm and relaxed. He gently nuzzled the slightly shorter boy, soft hair brushing his bruised cheeks. Izuku loosened his hold.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Mom and Kacchan made lunch. Coffee, water, tea, orange juice?"

He chuckled at the attentiveness. "Yes. To everything. I am very hungry and it smells awesome. Thank you." He made sure to smile at Bakugo, considering he was the one who made it. He huffed and looked away; Izuku lead him to the dining table and motioned for him to sit in the chair next to him.

He and Izuku's mother Inko had met a few times here and there but not enough to wake up in her house. She came in with a big smile on her face. No wonder Izu and his big smile, he gets it from her. She had a bowl of what seemed to be chicken noodle soup with a toasted slice of bread and a hot-pad which she set the bowl on. "I'll be right back."

She scurried away and came back just momentarily with a few things. "A glass of water to take with the Advil and here's an ice-pack for the swelling. It'll still be good after you eat." Hitoshi tried to relax and soak in the calm and nurturing atmosphere they were trying to provide.

"Izuku honey, I'm going to have to leave for work now." She was hugging him and she turned to look at Hitoshi as well. "You're free to stay as long as you want. There's and extra room for you if you ever need it." They shared looks and she turned leaving to the door. He could hear the keys rattle by the door, it closed and there was silence.

He lifted the spoon and began to eat. Izuku picked up the paper he was reading and Bakugo had already been ignoring them for the phone. They patiently waited until Hitoshi had his fill and Bakugo volunteered to cleanup. It didn't take him long and soon after he met the two other boys. Hitoshi was lead to the living room with a discerning look, he was trying to piece together the strangeness of the situation, all the while staying patient.

"Come sit with me."

So many questions.

"I know. I'm sorry I don't mean to be so awkward I guess. I know you probably find this weird." He said plopping down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. "I've never really felt like this or have been in this type of situation so I'm trying to decide if what I did was a good idea now...heh."
He hadn't sat yet and looked down at the sheepish look Izuku was giving him. If his features were able to show confusion with furrowed brows, that'd be the looking he be sending. "I don't follow. What did you do?"

"Well, first. I'd really like to know someone's name."

"Seriously Izuku, I don't get it."

"I want to know who did this to you."

He went to turn away, slightly shutting down. As cool as he acted, he was still quite frightened. He sincerely felt as though his time was limited and this wouldn't be the last encounter. He KNEW he shouldn't have involved Izuku! Saying a name would only further deepen his entanglement. He wasn't able to make any real move to leave; he was slightly startled to see Bakugo standing at the door of the hallway blocking his exit. The look he was receiving was intense, not one with anger but something he couldn't place, almost like a stern reprimand.

"Why are you doing this?"

Izuku looked up at him, still waiting for him to sit down, wearing his heart in his eyes. Wide, unabashed, lambent eyes baring his soul.

"You have a family now. One who will never back down or leave you. You have so much more than you realize and I am here to show you this." Izuku stood, clarity in his movements, reached out and began to hold his hand.

"You're not alone Hitoshi. You gained a lot when you got involved with me." Izuku grinned mischievously. " Having me on your side is luck. There's a lot about me that no one but my Kacchan and my mom know." His eyes were gleaming, he almost felt an air of slight wickedness. He looked at Bakugo making sure he was seeing correct and sure enough Bakugo was mimicking the same strange look and he was smirking.

"You guys are creeping me out." He said waving his hand. It was hard to convey a stern look and he didn't want to speak too aggressively, he wasn't mad, but he was starting to worry. "I meant it Izu, I don't want you to be involved."

Izuku hand traces his face, taking all the damage in with a sorrowful look. Fingertip entwined with indigo locks, running through the tresses, stopping to land on his shoulder.

"You involved me the day you sat down next to me. The day you decided to become my friend. The day you decided I was someone you could come to and trust. There's a reason for that."

Hitoshi was lost in the sincerity of his voice and the honestly in his eyes, His words rang true, he did trust Izuku completely, from the moment he laid eyes on the boy, he knew it was someone he wanted to know and be around.

Just then there were extra voices coming through the house breaking him out of his trance. He looked at Izuku who was giving him a shy look.

"Hitoshi, this is Kai and Mirio."

The messy short haired man wore an indifferent look and the tall build blond guy behind was completely opposite. He was wearing a bright pearly smile, beaming it at him.

"Hello Shinso-kun! It's nice to see you up and well!"

There was too much going on, he finally sat down feeling a little weak. What the hell did Izuku do?

The man named Kai sat down on the couch facing him. He leaned back a little getting comfortable, hands neatly placed on his crossed knee. They regarded each other in silence and after what seemed like forever he spoke.

"So my cousin tells me you have a problem." A bland, pointed look. "I'm here to help you fix it."

His head whipped to Izuku. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? He was internally screaming and Izuku knew it, he was sending the same bashful look.

"I'm sure you're questioning how I could possibly help you."
Hitoshi had no words, this is not what he was expecting.

"If you give me the name, you will never have to look over your shoulder again. You will always know the exact location of the target and if you deem termination necessary, that can also be arranged."

Bakugo tried not to look at Izuku's blushing face at the brutal statement Kai calmly spoke out loud. When they were 8, both boys found out that Izuku was closely related to a mob boss who was part of the Yakuza. His first cousin of many was his very favorite cousin. He was only five years older and always included Izuku and Inko as much as possible in all the family friend affairs. Kai from a small age was at his father's side, as his father had a business that would be passed down him. A family lineage. It was obviously something Izuku did not go around flaunting. Family secrets stayed family secrets unless something personal happened like this.

He fidgeted under the gaze.

"So about that name...?"

"I-I don't even know if it's his real name..." Hitoshi looked down at his hands laying in his lap. He had seen some mail and heard the name a few times being said in the house that was often left at.

"Tomura Shigaraki."

Kai smiled sweetly at him, looked at Mirio and they both got up to leave just as quickly as they had come.

"We'll be in touch little cuz."

"Say hi to Uncle for me!"

"Whatever." Mirio turned and gave him a thumbs up before going out of sight.

The house was silent except for the small tch' from Bakugo.

"They always get the fun." Bakugo said sighing. He got up and walked to the door himself.

"Stay out of fuckin' trouble, two stupid nerds." He and Izuku shared a look and he left with no other words.

"What the hell was that Izuku? Are you related to the mob?" the question frantically burst through his lips.

"Well, actually yes."

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