CHAPTER 18: Questioning And Visiting

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Izuku's POV:

I didn't sleep a wink. Instead I was at the hospital waiting for Shoto to get out of surgery and hear from the doctors. Once shoto is out. The doctor approaches me.

"Is there anyone else here to see Mr. Todoroki?"

Before I could speak up. Bakugou arrives with Touya, Kirishima,  and Shoto's other siblings along with his parents.

"Well I've got great news and not so great news. Mr. Todoroki made it safely out of surgery with no complications. However he has no memory of what happened do to all the narcotics in his system.  So getting a statement from him is nearly impossible unless a memory is triggered. Which i highly don't recommend as the trauma could send him into shock."

Since so many people were here to visit shoto. We could only go in his room in groups of two. So I let his parents go first. Then Fuyumi and Natsuo. After they visited him. They started to leave. That is until Touya started to argue with his father.

"How could you let keigo be arrested? You know he isn't the killer. "

"All the evidence points to him. All the blood soaked blankets for each victim were hanging in the garage along with your brother who nearly died."

"That's impossible, he would never-"

"Face the facts already Touya. Your soulmate is a fucking murderer. "

On that note Enji, Rei, Fuyumi, and Natsuo leave.

Bakugou seems surprised.

"Wait you mean to tell me that both you and keigo have the same song? How long have you both kept this a secret?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. Keigo is gonna die for someone else's crimes."

Me and touya go to sit with Shoto who's now asleep.

Keigo's POV:

As I was escorted to the police car. My mind is in disbelief.

<how could this happen? I->

I was pulled out of my thoughts when we got to the station and multiple officers are in a room surrounding me. I look up at the camera and didn't see red recording light on. That's when my wrists were cuffed behind my back to a bar on the cell door. My feet were done the same aswell. Fear sets in as the glare the officers give me are that of hatred and murderous rage.

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