dare to go anywhere else. If the authorities discovered that they broke into a b

want to deal with the consequences of framing her. And now that they got caught…”

“I guess so,” His mother sighed, running a shaky hand through her hair. “But why would they want to frame her? She’s just a kid. She hasn’t done anything wrong. What could possibly make anyone think she deserved to go to jail?”

Kirishima shrugged helplessly. “Who knows? Let’s just hope whoever did it gets punished for this.”

“Let’s hope so,” His mother repeated, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. “Now get to class.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes, waving goodbye to her before heading upstairs to his own room.

As he entered his room, he immediately noticed something was different. A box full of photos, notebooks, pens and crayons were laying on his desk. Most of it was filled with pictures of him and his friends, but there were also a few with strangers. Kirishima frowned as he picked up one of the pictures, noting that the person in the picture was definitely a man.

He flipped open the photo album, seeing that almost every page contained pictures of his friends. Some of them were taken on Halloweennight, others at various times throughout the year (Christmas, Valentine's Day), and others where they all looked so happy together that Kirishima wondered if he should even bother asking his friend who took these. He figured that it probably wasn't important anyway, because the guy probably already told him anyway. He put the album down, deciding to wait until later when he was alone to ask. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand, quickly changing the wallpaper to one that was just his and Katsuki’s faces.

Kirishima: hey dude

He waited for Bakugou to reply after a minute passed, only for it not to show up. Confused, he checked his texts, seeing that his best friend had responded.

Bakubitch: oh hey i was busy

Bakubitch: whats up?

Bakubitch: wait nevermind i dont wanna hear it

Kirishima laughed softly at his friend’s response, deciding against responding. Instead, he decided to call Bakugou. He answered after two rings, sounding annoyed. “What do you want shitty hair?”

Kirishima grinned widely at the nickname. “Hey Katsuki~!” He exclaimed, ignoring his friend’s irritation. “How’s your weekend been?I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“Hah? I’m always fucking busy, stupid. I was busy last night too, so excuse me for not being able to answer your damn calls this morning! What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I just missed your stupid face! You’ve gotta come here soon, I miss you.”

The angry tone in Bakugou’s voice faded, replaced with a soft sigh. Kirishima could practically see Bakugou rolling his eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll be there tomorrow, fuckwad.”

“Yessss,” Kirishima cheered, causing Bakugou to snicker slightly. “So, why aren’t you at school yet?”

“Fuckin’ teachers decided to hold a meeting. I couldn’t leave my house, so I just called mom to pick me up.” Bakugou explained, sounding irritated again. “It’s annoying as hell.”

“Well, I better hurry up and catch you up then. Don’t want you being late. See ya tomorrow, man!”

“Alrightwhatever. Bye.” He hung up the call, leaving Kirishima alone with his thoughts once again.

Kirishima smiled to himself. It was nice, knowing that there was someone waiting for him outside of U.A. Even if it was just some random person he met online, having someone to spend his weekends with still made him feel excited, like everything wasn’t completely fucked up anymore.

Chapter 3

‘Damnit, where are you guys?’ Kirishima thought desperately, pacing back and forth across the sidewalk. It was barely past noon, and he couldn’t believe that he was actually running away from his friends. The entire situation was incredibly frustrating, considering the fact that he was worried sick over the possibility of his sister being framed for murder. Not only that, but the thing was, they had just lost their home the day before.

If the authorities found out that the family’s house was broken into and that they had hidden the evidence, he doubted whether they would allow his parents to take care of Sakhura. After all, the police knew that the police officers responsible for breaking into the house often used the same methods as the criminals, which meant there was a high chance that they would arrest Kirishima’s mother as well. His mother’mother’s safety was dependent solely on Kirishima keeping an eye on her. If they found out about the evidence, it would only add more fuel to the fire and they might decide to throw his mother in prison.

Even though he wanted to protect his mother, his priority right now had to be ensuring that she didn’t end up in jail. He knew that there was no way he could go after her himself. There was only one place he could think of to look, although it was risky. But as long as he avoided his classmates, he would have a small window to go searching for evidence.

Kirishima finally stopped moving and let out a deep breath, glancing around nervously before he finally turned around and headed towards his childhood neighborhood. He knew his mother wouldn’t approve of him walking in the streets without telling anyone where he was going, but he had no choice. If he waited any longer, he might lose track of time. So he decided to take a risk and walk straight to his old elementary school.

He had only visited this neighborhood twice. He remembers walking along this same path, laughing and chatting with his friends as they played games. When they were little, they would race each other to the corner store, the grocery store or even the nearby convenience store. Now they didn’dare to go anywhere else. If the authorities discovered that they broke into a building belonging to their neighbors, there was no way they could keep their heads low anymore.

When they arrived, he tried to ignore the stares that followed him whenever he walked down the street. He knew it was pointless to try and pretend like he didn’t know exactly how many people were looking at him and whispering behind their hands about how his mother was being framed by the police. He also knew that it wasn’t worth wasting energy trying to pretend otherwise. As long as the police kept his father in jail, there was no way either of them were getting out anytime soon.

When he reached the corner store, he quickly walked inside, hoping that he could find his mom before the police came back with her. He hoped that she would be okay. He hoped that he hadn’t made a terrible mistake by calling the police. With a heavy heart, Kirishima headed towards the back room.

Upon entering the room, he spotted a woman sitting on a chair, a stack of papers lying next to her. As soon as Kirishima entered the room, however, she looked up and smiled brightly at him.

“Hello, Shoto. You're here early today.”

“Mom, can we talk somewhere else?”

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