Extreme Collision

Memories that made Me

⚠️Illness Warning⚠️

A/N: This chapter has a conversation about an Illness, that I actually have so I just want to make it clear that I mean no offense to anyone, and I am not being insensitive. I do in fact have this and can only pull from my own experience and it varies in everyone that has it. Some can't handle cold weather, some hot and some both, that is only one of many ways it varies between people. I personally Hate when it is hot, my hands swell really bad, and my skin feels like it's on fire, and I live in Texas sooooo you know. If it is too cold my muscles in my neck get really tight and cause bad headaches, also natural and artificial light can make me solar toxic when this happens a get physically sick. Anyway enough about that, I just didn't want anyone coming at me about being insensitive or anything like that. Here is the next chapter, I hope you all enjoy reading. 😁

Two investigators sat in an office across town, "I don't see any of these kids being involved in this in any way."

"We still have to look at everyone and rule them out."

"Well, we know that the two new mechanics, and the new team manager and rider are not on our list of suspects. We can go through the other riders one by one. Toshinori and the other mechanics are cooperating, have provided information and have been cleared already."

"Well, let's get started then."

The two worked long into the night, as they waited on background checks to come in.

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"What do you mean Aizawa went to Chaotic Dynamite, are you fucking kidding me!?" Kyle was not happy about this information. That little fucker better not open his mouth, about anything. He thought about Midoriya and the shit he put him through, he knew as long as the teen was around him he could keep him quiet. "Dad, why didn't you tell me we lost Aizawa to Chaotic Dynamite, and why didn't you try to keep him here?"

Kris looked at his son, a glare in his turquoise eyes. "What is the difference? You knew he was leaving, and you had something to do with it. I tried to get him to stay, I even offered him more money. He told me his son's safety is not for sale. Why don't you tell me what happened between you and Izuku?"

Light crystal blue eyes stare back at his father. "What did that brat say!? Nothing happened!"

"I asked him when he came in to meet with me about not signing a new contract as well." The older man walked behind his desk and sat down. "He didn't say anything, he looked too terrified to say anything."

Kyle scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Well, that's cause there is nothing to tell." If he knows what's good for him he won't say a word.

Kris wasn't buying it for a second. "I know you son, and if that were true you wouldn't be worried about him saying anything, now you can tell me or I can wait and find out when shit hits the fan and I am sure it will." Kris looked his son in the eyes. "But know this if I find out after shit hits the fan you will be on your own. No help from me legal, financial or otherwise. You will be completely cut off." Giving his son a chance to answer, but got no reply. "I like that kid, and whatever you did cost me my best, no the sports best team manager, one of the best riders and I am fucking far from happy about it."

Kyle knew his dad meant it, cause he never curses. "So do you have anything you want to tell me, last chance?" he asked, raising both brows at him.

After releasing his clenched jaw. "No, dad I don't. Like I said there is nothing to tell."

"Fine, just remember what I said, because I meant it, every damn word, and don't you dare go running to your mother about it now or later. You have done a lot of shit and I have let some good people go due to your petty bullshit, but Aizawa and Izuku were the last straw."