A/N: Hey this is a warning this chap has EXTREME FEELS so be wary of that also just know any harm that comes to Cinnamon Rolls in this fanfic is not real.

No one's POV      Wednesday    10: 49

Todoroki looked over Kizuku's texts and continued going where he instructed me though he had no idea why he asked him to come here t such a time but he knew better than to question his weird brother though he had a slight feeling in his stomach this wasn't going to be a nice encounter, he had already told Kizuku how the day went via text but Kizuku wasn't the happiest with the results considering the most important interrogation to stop was the last one, the only one he failed to do. He continued to walk through the forest dodging branches every now  and again, there were houses on the other side of the forest but he went a different way so he didn't  see them to well and it wasn't to far from UA.

He finally got there to see Kizuku leaning against a tree, having clearly heard him but still just looking away from him before he broke the silence with a cold voice like a block of ice "Sho we are doing this to save Midoriya even fighting against time but..." Kizuku shuddered and took a deep breath his voice this time sounding not cold just sad, not pitiful just disappointed

"There are some things I  can't stop, WE can't stop and I-i want to but there's a difference between saving Midoriya which is choice and fate".

He looked at him confused about what was going on but before he could ask Kizuku said "Thursday's title is Loss and it's already started", he was now unimaginably confused and for some reason somewhat scared, his heart sped up and he felt his hands become sweaty and for the first time Kizuku looked at him, it was horrible.

His white and black tipped hair was blowing in the wind as well as his long coat, he was wearing the same as usual except his face, his face didn't have and bandages  covering it revealing it was a scarred red, nearly all his face, except for his right cheek to the right side of his chin which was untouched and a normal pale colour, the way it was terrify wasn't that his face was nearly all red, it was why it was red, the red was a giant scar like his own from where his mother had thrown boiling water except covering all of his face. And his eyes had long tears falling from them as he started to scream the internal conflict and pain clear in his voice

"You're going to watch, going to see his world crash,burn and die underneath his own feet!" he screamed as loud as he could as Todoroki just stared.

"and I'm sorry but I can't change fate so watch his world turn to ash but be there for him because in the other reality you weren't, so like he was your savior you need to be his, just be his hero". He stepped forward and grabbed Todoroki's shoulder as a jolt of energy ran through their bodies with Todoroki flinching and shaking when particularly strong currents surged through him while Kizuku didn't move as if he were used to it when a giant jolt shook both of them sending Todoroki and Kizuku flying into the air.

Todoroki felt as if a part of him was missing as he looked down to see his body there as if frozen in time not breathing or blinking just a lifeless statue but Kizuku's body was no where to be seen he looked back up at Kizuku to see he was a bit transparent like some sort of ghost but most of the time Kizuku was like that so it didn't shock him, what shocked him was the fact that he was transparent too, even more so than Kizuku. He looked up his ghost like brother as Kizuku said "Currently we're invisible so no one can see us, I can turn other people into ghosts to obviously not permanently just for 2 hours or so, follow me".

Kizuku proceeded to float in the air moving over the trees into the area where the houses were to see a particularly small house 2 story house made of a light brown wood and brick painted a off white colour with large red flames licking the sides of the house leaving black stains were the fire touched for that place soon to light on fire, it looked like the fire may have only been going for a few minutes but already most of the house was on fire. Nothing about the house was familiar to Todoroki so he saw no reason why he was here not to mention in this ghost like form he couldn't use his quirk, he saw the flames spread further when he heard the faint sound of shoes against the walk path nearby, he hastily turned to see this person to discover it wasn't just any person it was Bakugo!  (Hahaha no just kidding) It was Midoriya, with his red sneakers, curly hair and bright, lively green eyes in all it's glory.

Midoriya obviously hadn't noticed the house on fire but walking the direction he was he would notice it very soon when a brief thought crossed Todoroki's mind "What if Thursday is called Loss because someone Midoriya knows was in that house or worse Midoriya tries to save people in the house only for him to die!"

It wasn't incredibly logical considering Kizuku's equally confusing other statements but it was the most logical explanation when before he could even think of a plan Midoriya noticed the house as in pure shock and sadness he silently muttered "My house..... wait a- MUM!".

Midoriya's   POV     Wednesday  11:01

My house was burning, the place where I was raised was soon to crumble into a pile of ash because of that single horrible man but that wasn't currently on my mind my only thought was my Mum who when I left to get my wallet which I had left on a park bench not to far from here was at home, the one that was currently burning to the ground.

I ran up to the door to see it was already wide open with vibrantly coloured flames around the hallway, I ran pass the hall way and to the staircase which was already burning and most of the wood looked like it was going to break anytime soon so I quickly ran up stairs to see that upstairs may have been the source of the fire because the flames surrounded nearly everything and with blackened wood falling around the room it either way would soon be gone. I turned in the direction of my Mum's room and ran through the smoke when I stepped on a odd shaped bit of wood that nearly tripped me, I looked down to see if I could jump over it to see it was not wood at all but a hand... my... Mum's...hand.

I jumped in shock before I crouched next to her body laying sprawled out on the floor as giant tears filled my eyes but I refused to cry she could still be alive, her chest wasn't moving showing she wasn't breathing so I tilted her head back to see if she would miraculously breath but after a few seconds of nothing I looked to see if she had a pulse even just a tiny one that was slowly slipping away, one that would be enough for me to save her. I felt nothing no pulse, no breathing, no life.

I looked at her face, her perfect face with her pale skin that now looked a sickly grey and  her perfect hair that was now messy and knotted with parts that were burnt and singed (btw that is not singed but instead the plural for singe) as long fat tears rolled down my freckled cheeks, I had been to busy trying to save her to notice her face and more specifically her eyes, her eyes that were rolled into the back of her head only displaying a empty white like a unpainted canvas but I doubt an artist would add colour to her eyes anytime soon, she was long gone. I held her hand tightly and rested my head on her shoulder as I closed  my eyes and cried ignoring the burning house and the falling wood I just wanted to be alone with her and her smile warm and bright but in this situation it was not found.

'I didn't get to say goodbye, hear her last time saying 'I love you' or even a smile just because I left my DUMB PHONE ON A BENCH'

All surrounding sounds except my cries and my thoughts was a blur, a buzzing noise I could not hear behind not even when the front door swung open and thundering footsteps ran up the stair I still just sat hunched over my now dead mother crying my heart out when my vision became blurry maybe because I was tired or stressed but for whatever reason I passed out hearing a few small voices as I surrendered to the darkness.

"What ..... hap......  ....e  who did t...?"     

"I don.. k..w sir but .... is my cl....ate"

"Is tha. his name?"

"No it's Izuku Midoriya.."

"So Mr Bakugo Katsuki do you know who did this?"

"Maybe it was his ......"

                                X         For once an actually needed time skip         X

I woke up with a painful jolt to see I was in a unfamiliar surrounding, the backseat of a cat! (No it wasn't it was actually) the backseat of a decently priced, well cared for car that I had never seen before yet alone be riding in when I suddenly remembered what had just happened earlier at the house and what had happened to my mum, tears filled my eyes before I hastily wiped them away not wanting to look ,to who ever was here, scared and sad when I heard the voice of a man maybe in his mid twenties who was presumably driving the car say "Bottling up emotions isn't good because sooner or later your gonna run out of bottles then where are you gonna store all of you depressing feelings because you can't just put them in baskets because that would be .... basketing not... bottling... where was I going with this?".

Even though this was probably the worst day of my life the man's lighthearted, silly joke did brighten up the mood for a bit as I let out a small chuckle and forced my vocal cords to initiate a response "I don't know..." only as I talked did I realize how raspy and horrible my voice sounded after all the crying and screaming.

"Oh wait I forgot, my name is Shima Goheru but just call me Gogo and I will be your Social Worker but don't think of me like that maybe just like a... a cool friend who wants the best for you!"

I nodded at this man's antics and continued to stare out the window looking at the sky, it was very dark maybe around 2am meaning he could've been unconscious from anywhere from 3-4 hours, I was looking at the stars not at a particular one or a constellation just them in general although today I did notice how they didn't shine as bright as they usually did. It was so dark I could barely see my reflection in the window but when I did I noticed I had a patch on a bruise on my right cheek that looked particularly bad and a dark shade of purple with a hint of pink and 2 band aids criss-crossing over a cut that was still slightly oozing warm, red, metallic blood on the left side of my left cheek.

Gogo didn't make any new attempts to talk until they arrived in front of a 3 story brick house, nothing to special but it did look decent enough, he got out of the car and open my door so I could actually fully see him now. He had baby blue hair that was incredibly curly and vibrant indigo coloured eyes, he was very tall though he did look quite weak, he smiled weakly at me as I stepped out of the car as he blandly declared "this is the Foster Care Home you'll be staying at, it won't be permanent just for until we can find somewhere for you now come on, I've already got some of your stuff from you home" I particularly noted his gently phrasing as if he didn't want me to think about what happened with the fire but I hated it, the pity and gentleness made me feel like a weak little kid but if he didn't phrase it gently it would've just made me upset, it was a lose lose situation.

I followed him to the door and walked inside not getting a chance to look around to much but I did notice the odd pictures hanging around the walls, they were mainly of cats in anime costumes but I did not feel in the mood to question the unique decorating choices of the inhabitants of this place. We walked upstairs to a row of small rooms all side by side, he lead me to the 11th and opened the wood door for me to see a basic bland room painted white with wooden floorboard and a white bed with white covers and sheets with 1 small white pillow and in the corner a  small white empty box probably for toiletries and a white side table, it was basically all white except for a wood framed window in the middle of the wall.

"So Izuku this will be your room, I know it's bland for now but you can add posters or plants or tables or .... tables" he said losing focus as he tried to think of more things, I looked at him questionably as he snapped back into reality as he continued with his speech "As long is you don't paint the walls or put nails and stuff in it you can do whatever, I'll be here on Saturdays to try and find you a new home so just for now try to sleep ok?" I nodded not very sure myself if I even possibly could but I didn't want to worry the man because though he did have that look of pity on his face he still did care. He nodded and said a quick goodbye as he shut the door behind him and left his footsteps slowly fading away.

I looked around the room once again and sat on my white bed and looked out the window which was up against the wall that had the window so it was perfect for if I wanted to look out of it which right now as I decided I didn't want to sleep was perfect. I stared out the window the dark night, like a sheet covering the window the dark hid most of the things outside in a layer of black so I could barely see anything except for my reflection, my dark green curly hair that stuck out at odd angles, my bandages cover my 2 injuries, my freckles that decorated my face, my pale skin a little bit paler than usual and my bright green shining eyes but they weren't shining anymore they were empty and darker without my usual sparkle and happiness they were just dark, sad orbs that I could see things with just not in the usual cheerful way, they were glossy and delicate looking as if they might shatter, they were just eyes of glass.

A/N: *deep inhaling* UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY DEKUUUUUU! Oh my god it sucked having writing about my precious baby boi suffering and sorry if this is very inaccurate, feel free to give me tips of how to make it more realistic and how it would actually be in real life.Hey did you know that according to me at 1am Firefighters are called 'Fire Police' ...  well for now I guess, bye!

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