#arcanestardust

There!

Hatoko landed in the center of the street, ignoring the shouts of pedestrians as he ran toward the nearest police station. Throwing open the doors, he stumbled into the lobby.

Panting and wings sagging with exhaustion, he stopped in the center of the room.

“H-help!” he wailed.

A young lady in uniform rushed over to him, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Not me! Them! On the beach!” Hatoko shook his head, sniffling and heaving a sob, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

The young officer reached behind herself and pulled a box of tissues from midair.

“Shh,” she cooed, dabbing the tears from Hatoko’s face and wiping his nose, “Can you tell me what you need help for, sweetie?”

“I need to find O-Officer Kohana,” Hatoko hiccuped, lower lip trembling, and held out his phone, “I did something bad.” 

Toshinori’s awareness wavered, vision swimming in medicated twilight. His breathing was slow and deep, despite the tools clicking around in his mouth.

The doctor sat beside him, wavering in and out of focus. He leaned away for moment, picking up a tool from the tray beside him.

The sound of metal scraping metal echoed too loud in the small, tiled room.

“Now these are interesting,” the doctor said, turning back. He reached over and moved Toshinori’s tongue to the side with cold, sterile tasting tongs. Adjusting his headlamp behind his faceshield, he looked closer, rambling softly, “Looks like they opened up recently. Holes by your sublingual glands… Let’s see.”

The doctor pulled his tools from Toshinori’s loosely open mouth and picked up a metal kidney dish. Holding it in front of Toshinori’s face, he turned and pressed down on his acid sac.

Toshinori’s gut clenched, and twin streams sprayed from his mouth.

Wh…what was…? He looked down.

A small puddle of bile-tinted acid swirled at the bottom of the bowl.

“Yes, that’s what I thought. If you take after her, the tubes run along your esophagus and connect to your acid sac.” The doctor nodded, setting the bowl aside and wiping acid from Toshinori’s lips. He grunted when the paper towel began smoking, and he tossed it into a covered wastebin. Checking his gloves, he pressed at the underside of Toshinori’s tongue, “That’s where your acid was always meant to come out. I wonder if that healing quirk closed them. Well,” he grinned behind his mask, “No noumu is perfect.”  

Toshinori weakly grimaced at the sour taste of acid and latex, and he turned his head away.

The underside of his tongue stung.  

“Nnh…” His claws twitched as he pulled at his arms.

“Goodness! Is it already time for your next dose?” the doctor asked, rolling Toshinori’s head back in place, “Ah, of course,” He reverently brushed his hand over Toshinori’s scarred side, “I didn’t take into account that your tolerance would be higher. Give me just a moment.”  

Toshinori’s breath quickened, and he weakly kicked his legs.  

H… how long…? Where are… they?

His gaze darted unsteadily around the room, looking for any sign of the time that passed. Tools were moved. A large machine sat in the corner of the room, and a brain scan cap was connected to the machine by dozens of wires.

Pain pricked his arm again.

Sh… shit.

“Little bit of a higher dose,” the doctor explained conversationally. He pat his shoulder, “And something extra. Sorry to say you won’t enjoy this one bit; I, however, am very excited to see how you react. In the meantime…”

Toshinori’s arms grew slack, and his eyes rolled as his vision faded.

Sirens wailing, Naomasa sped through the streets of Musutafu. Gray clouds hung ominously low and heavy with rain. Naomasa checked the GPS location again - the small blue dot pinging “I’m here! I’m here!” - before making a sharp right turn.

Almost there.

Hold on, Toshinori.

Naomasa turned down another urban street, sweat collecting under his collar, Just hold on.

Passing under the silver line train, he made another left turn.

There! A police blockade was only blocks away. Lights flashed and officers dashed about putting up police tape and directing pedestrians to stand back.

Quickly pulling over, Naomasa threw his car in park.

“Wright, I need you to drive back to the station,” Naomasa said, roughly yanking off his tie and throwing it in the back. He grabbed his coat and pulled it along as he jumped from the car.

“What’s going on?” Wright asked, quickly exiting the car, confusion and frustration strained his voice, “Does this have to do with All for One? The investigation? I need to know, Tsukauchi!”  

Naomasa dug into his coat pocket and fished out his badge. Clipping it to his belt, he shook his head, “I don’t have time for a full explanation, and I don’t need you here. Someone will fill you in later. Now go!”

He turned and ran toward the blockade, ignoring Wright’s indignant expression.

Sorry, Wright. I can’t have you here if shit hits the fan.

A familiar officer lifted the tape as Naomasa rushed through, badge raised.

“The Endeavor Hero Office members are already inside the building,” Officer Kyouko Akiyama said, following close behind Naomasa. “It used to serve as a government office, and is currently a private pediatric clinic. We have the blueprints on record.”

Naomasa looked up at the building. It was an older building, four stories tall with modern additions. Large windows looked into the lobby where sidekicks from the Hero Office were rushing civilians, young and old, from the clinic.

He paled.

Another hospital.

“Any word from the inside?” Naomasa asked and stepped up to the makeshift command center behind two patrol cars.

“They haven’t been inside long,” Akiyama said, “Can I see your phone?”

Naomasa passed it to her while he scanned the edge of the cordoned off area. Photogs and reporters dotted the edge, setting up their cameras. A live-truck pulled up to the edge of the tape with another small news crew.

Damn it…

“Patch him in,” Akiyama said, holding Naomasa’s phone out.

One of the technicians, Kenshin Nishimura, took the phone, briefly plugging it into his computer before handing it back with a headset.

“Here,” Akiyama said, “They can hear you inside.”  

Naomasa nodded and quickly pulled on the headset.

“This is Detective Tsukauchi,” he announced, bending to look at the blueprints displayed on the technician’s computer, “I need an update on the situation inside.”

“Tsukauchi?” A familiar low voice growled over the headset, “Care to tell me how the Hell All Might was captured?”

“The building, Endeavor,” Naomasa snapped. There wasn’t time for the flame hero’s snide remarks, “What are you seeing?”

Endeavor clicked his tongue, and the roar and crackle of his flames grew louder.

“The floors above the basement level were clear,” he said gruffly, “Low life pawns were stationed in the basement guarding the entrance to a series of maintenance tunnels.”

“Any sign of All Might?” Naomasa asked.

There was a roar of flames and a pained shout.

“No. Just one of those noumu creatures,” Endeavor said, “But it was dead already.”

Naomasa’s heart plummeted, cold in his stomach.

“What…” he steadied his voice, “What did it look like?”

“Short legs, three arms. Recent injuries on its neck and thighs,” Endeavor ticked off, “Died fighting by the looks of it.”

Naomasa’s shoulders sagged in relief.

It’s not him. It’s not Toshinori… Unease crept up his throat, But Endeavor doesn’t know…  

“Listen to me, Endeavor,” Naomasa swallowed roughly, brows furrowed.

This is for Toshinori’s safety…

“For certain reasons, All Might doesn’t look the same as before-”

“No shit!” Endeavor hissed, “I remember how he looked after Kamino.”

“No not- !” Naomasa pinched the bridge of his nose, “Since then. He looks -”

There was another sudden shout.

“The tunnel ends up ahead,” Endeavor interrupted, “There’s a door and no more thugs guarding it.”

A door smashed open.

Silence crackled faintly in Naomasa’s headset, “Endeavor- ?”

“What… the fuck? ”

“What is it, Endeavor?” Naomasa asked, glancing down at the blueprints - searching across the wireframe building as if he could find Toshinori that way, “What do you see?”

“What the fuck is this Tsukauchi!?” Endeavor roared, flames deafening over the headset.

“Goddamnit Todoroki!” Naomasa snapped, “What do you see!?”

Toshinori was drowning.

Arms clutched around Izuku, he kicked and thrashed his tail in the freezing water. Higher and higher. Water roared past his ears and pressed down on his shoulders.

Below him the water was a heavy void, dark and endlessly deep. Above, the surface rose, further and further away, faster than he could swim.

Bubbles burst from his throat, and he choked.

Izuku seized, going limp in his arms.

Wait!  Toshinori frantically shook Izuku, Wake up, my boy! Just a little longer! Nearly there!

Izuku’s eyes stared, half-lidded and empty.

“No! ” Toshinori jerked, eyes fluttering open.

He was back on the table, dry and warm. Dust covered the restraints tied around his body. Cobwebs clung to the corners of the long-abandoned examination room.

They forgot him.

                Forgot-                     Weren’t coming.

                                                                                 “It’s alright now! For I am here!”

                                  “I’m still here!”

His voice reverberated strained and broken in the small space.

                                                     “Please!”

                                                                        “I’m still- !”

His watch lay in pieces on his folded coat.

No…  

“I wonder,” the doctor’s voice echoed in his skull, “Who saves the Symbol of Peace?”   

Cold water rushed over his toes.  

Tos-inori jolted, looking around. He was alone on the beach.

Rubbing his wrists, he looked up.

The sky, clear and dark, was a host to a great swath of twinkling stars stretching from horizon to horizon. The bright full moon shone down and turned the shore silver.

                          “Did I… forget something?”

The more he chased after the feeling of memories, the less tangible they felt, slipping away like water through his fingers.

Brows furrowed, he took a hesitant step forward and immediately swayed, balance uncertain.

                          Something’s…

                                                           Off…

Lifting his hands, Tos-in-ri stared at his calloused fingers, gaze lingering on their blunt, rounded tips. He curled and uncurled them into fists.

Digging his toes into the sand, he rocked back and forth on his heels.

A cool breeze tousled his hair. Absently, he smoothed it down and scratched at the back of his bare neck.

He paused, brushing his fingertips over the smooth skin and rolled his shoulders.

Something was missing.

“You’ve had it rough, Toshinori.”

He whirled and -

              Nothing…

Heart pounding, he stumbled back. Water splashed at his feet and lapped his ankles, warm and inviting.

Warm?

Frowning, he took a step back toward the shore.

The water followed, rising above his ankles.

Unease rose in his chest as another, larger wave rushed past and reached up to his knees. He turned -

The shore was so far away!

“No, wait!” Tos-in-r- called out, stumbling. Water sloshed against his thighs, the only sound across the silent waves.

Distant pain raced up his legs, and his claws dug into the sand-

              Claws? Wasn’t that- ?

                               Different, just different.

A wave crashed against his back and pushed him to his knees. Water soaked up to his hips.

He shuddered, sensation stretching outward as another wave pushed him forward. A long, pale limb swept past, tipped with a tuft of blond.

Tail…

Salt water crashed against his back, spraying up his spine and the back of his head.

His shirt popped and tore.

Pointed ears flicking the water off, he pushed himself to stand and his hands dipped into the rising water.

Claws curled from his hardening fingertips.

“Shore,” T-s-in-r- panted as he waded and slashed through the waist deep water, watching his slowed footsteps, “Need to get to shore.”

The sand suddenly dropped away with rumbling whoosh , leaving deep darkness below.

T-s-in— sank with a muffled yelp.

Water filled his nose and mouth, rushing into his lung, and the broken light of the moon glinted on the surface, growing more and more distant.

He gasped for air, bubbles rising from his mouth.

Then he blinked…

He could breathe.

Tick.               Tick.               Tick.               Tick.               Tick.

Muffled voices echoed in the water, coming from everywhere at once.

                                                            “Let me give you a ride back to U.A.”

T-s–n—’s heart pounded as he whirled, searching for the source of the familiar voice.

Naomasa? Are you -?

A faint light illuminated Naomasa’s entry. Naomasa leaned against the wall, back turned to T-s-in—.

                                                            “It’s alright. I can manage.”

His eyes widened, and he reached out a ghostly, clawed hand.

That’s me…

The person in the doorway huffed and opened the front door, hiding a grin from his closest friend.

                                                             “Goodnight, Naomasa.”

T-s–n— jerked in the water.

No! Don’t! Stay with N-

                                                             “Night.”

His other in the doorway shook his umbrella open and stepped outside.

No! Salt water turned to pelting ran as T-s–n— stumbled forward, No no no! Don’t get in-!

                                                              “Thanks for picking me up Hibiki…”

Not again! Please!

All for One chuckled.                          “No problem at all…”

Shackles clamped around T—-n—’s limbs, and dragged him back through a wall of water, knocking the air from his lung. The rain, the car, the other all disappeared and left T——– surrounded in darkness.  

Fog, grey and thick, crept from the murky void.

No…

——— curled on himself, hugging his legs and tail, claws digging against his skin as the fog pressed closer.

H- felt a deep hole in –s chest…  Impossibly heavy, hollow, and far too cold.

— breathing slowed as – felt the fog creep closer.

-’m tired…

A gentle hand rested on — shoulder. It was solid, while h- grew translucent.  

“Smile, Toshinori.”

H-s eyes widened.

“You’re the strongest right?”

He knew that voice…

“I should’ve been there, you know. To scold you. What were you thinking? Letting him provoke you like that!”

A bright cape fluttered in his line of sight, and T—-n–i trembled.

“Well… Better late than never.” She stepped around him and bent down, pressing at her lips in that all-too-familiar way, “Come on, Toshi. Give me a smile!”

Warm tears ran down his hollowed cheeks, and he let out a choked laugh.

“Mast- ?” He hiccuped, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palm.

“Shh…” She brushed away his tears and smiled softly, “It’s going to be alright. He’s safe you know. Your boy.”

Her cape billowed, and the fog rushed away.

“He’s waiting for you.”

The water shook.

“Oh!”

Pulling off her glove, she turned her arm and glanced at her wrist.

“It’s time to get up, kid.”

Metallic black and gold glinted in the glimmering light from above.

Tos-in-ri stared.

That was his…

Tick.                Tick.                Tick.

Toshin-ri blinked, “I-is this…?”

The water roared past his ears.

“Wake up, Toshinori.”

He broke through the surface.

Toshinori’s ears twitched.  

                        “-leave it behind.”

“So, this was all for nothing?! ”

        “-’re already here. Shigaraki-”

  “-probably chipped like a pet. It’ll just lure them again.”

Toshinori groaned, skin crawling. Nausea curdled in his gut.

                                               “Just kill-”

     “-waking up…”

Chest heaving with wheezing breaths, Toshinori’s eyes fluttered open.

The doctor stood over him, dissatisfied. Spots of light and shadow danced around his head, and cracks appeared in the ceiling.

Not real…

                    Tick.                                 Tick

                                    Tick.

Tick.

His ears twitched, and he shivered as a shadowy figure hovered in his blind-spot.

“I loathe leaving my work unfinished,” the doctor said, clicking his tongue, “But you were clever, I’ll give you that.”  

“Doctor, you’re the last one,” Toshinori heard Kurogiri say, “They are closing in.”

Toshinori’s brows furrowed. The last one…?

Hushed whispers echoed all around.

“One moment. One moment, ” the doctor said irritably, stalking away.

Toshinori heard shuffling and the pops and clicks of a new syringe.

Sh-shit… He pulled at his restraints, claws curling and tearing into the armrest.

“Goodness, your tolerance is high. But perhaps you can be useful,” The doctor turned to Kurogiri, waving the syringe, “What do you think? Strike at their pride? Killing him now would be… wasteful. ”

Kurogiri bristled, “I don’t care. You know Shigaraki’s thoughts on the matter. I had a hard enough time convincing him to abandon this hold to begin with, now let’s go .”

Toshinori flinched, hissing through his teeth as the doctor plunged the syringe needle into his thigh.

“All for One’s stubbornness came in handy this time. Imagine the looks on their faces when they recognize him…”

“Doctor, ” Kurogiri warned.

“Hold on. Hold on. Just one more thing,” the doctor said, unfastening the strap around Toshinori’s right wrist.

Before Toshinori could feel puzzled, raw energy seized him.

Fuck! His back arched, hackles going rigid and claws curling.

“Might even die in the process,” the doctor chuckled as Kurogiri’s mist surrounded him, “Two birds. One stone.”

A harsh noise ripped from Toshinori’s throat, and his heart pounded unevenly in his chest, shooting tremors across his body.

“Adre- ?!” Adrenaline?!

Wheezing, he bucked against the chest straps.

Can’t … breathe!

Hand freed, he clawed at the straps, snapping them. Sitting up, a wave of nausea and dizziness crashed against him.

A shadowy figure crept closer, and Toshinori lashed out with a snarl, claws passing through the image like smoke.

Not real? Not real.

Chest heaving, he fumbled with the strap. Hand trembling and eyes darting around to keep track of the shapes, he gave up on the buckle and clawed through the leather around his wrist.

Moving to the restraints on his tail and legs, he ignored the loud bang behind him.

Not real. Not real.

“Not real…”

Heat scorched his bare back. A distorted voice shook the walls, tiles crumbling.

Toshinori shook his head, briefly covering his ears as the voice roared louder.

Drugs. Just the damn drugs.

Nausea pressed at the back of his throat.

Fight it Toshinori!

Claws sliced through the last strap, and Toshinori pushed himself from the examination table. Pain shot up his left leg, and it collapsed under him.

Keep moving!

A hand closed around his arm.

Yelping, Toshinori swung his arm, claws grazing something solid. The grip slipped away, and he crashed onto his side.  

Air whooshed from his lung.

He retched and groaned as acid and blood dripped from his lips.

Sh-shit…

The room spun, swelteringly hot.

Toshinori’s limbs shook as he pushed himself onto all fours. Looking up, he hissed in pain, snapping his eyes shut.

He ducked away from the too bright hand, hackles rigid, and slammed his tail against the floor. Heart pounding, he limped backward.

At the edge of his vision, one of the shadows lunged. Tensing, Toshinori swiped at it. Claws swung through empty air, and he lost his balance. He fell onto his scarred side, knocking the breath out of him.

For a moment, he lay there panting, eyes wide as the walls contorted.

A hard grip closed around his arm again, and the voice growled by his ear.

Too loud… Toshinori grit his teeth, breath coming in short wheezes as he weakly pressed at the hand.

Something caught in his chest, and he coughed, legs buckling under the force of the fit.

“Get up!”

Toshinori’s brows furrowed. He knew that voice…

“Tsukauchi,” the voice continued as the hand yanked Toshinori up, then wrapped around his chest, “You bastard. This is what you meant by different? ”

Tsu-?

Toshinori stumbled, claws dragging along the floor as the too-bright person hauled him from the small room.

The familiar voice clicked their tongue and spat out, “He’s drugged out of his mind. Just have a vehicle ready for him. There’s no one else here, and I’m bringing him out now.”

End… Endeavor?

Naomasa rushed for the front door of the clinic, shooting a glance at the gathered mass of media personnel. A bell clanged as he shoved the door open, and dry heat rushed past Naomasa.

“Tsukauchi!” Endeavor’s enraged voice roared across the small waiting room as he stepped in from a side hall. Nearly dangling from the flame hero’s side, Toshinori limped along as Endeavor hauled him across the room.

Naomasa quickly shrugged off his coat, frowning at the loose cloth wrapped around Toshinori’s bony hips.

“You knew about this,” Endeavor growled, flames crackling.

“Not now, Endeavor,” Naomasa snapped, glaring briefly at him, before gently hooking his arms under Toshinori’s.  

Endeavor let Toshinori go, stalking toward the exit, “I’m not done.”

Naomasa glowered at the flame hero’s back as he threw open the door and left, then he shook his head.

“Toshinori,” Naomasa said with soft urgency, gently patting his cheek, “Hey, can you look at me?”

Toshinori’s brows furrowed slightly, ears twitching. He lifted his head weakly, and it wobbled as if it were too heavy for his neck. His eyes were unfocused, pupils blown out.

“N.. Nao?”

“Yeah, Toshinori. It’s me,” Naomasa said, carefully pulling him closer.

Toshinori gripped Naomasa’s shirt, “This… is real?”

Oh Toshi… What happened? Naomasa’s heart squeezed in his chest, “Yes. This is real.”

Toshinori nodded slowly, “… knew you’d come…”

Naomasa froze, hands trembling as he nodded, “Of course . We’d never leave you here.”

Toshinori hummed faintly in reply, legs trembling.

Naomasa draped his coat over Toshinori, quickly cinching it around his waist, “There are press outside. Just stay under my coat, alright?”

Toshinori flinched, shoulders tensing.

“It’s going to be okay,” Naomasa said, pulling Toshinori’s arm over his shoulders, “I’m right here.”

“Midoriya…” Toshinori rasped, jerking as his muscles seized, “Where- ?”

“Safe at the station,” Naomasa looped his arm around Toshinori’s lower back, “We need to get you to the car. Think you can make it?”

Toshinori gripped at the fabric over his chest, claws piercing through the coat, and grimaced, “Y-es.”

Straightening slowly, Toshinori gasped and leaned heavily to the side, “ Shit. Sorry…”

Naomasa looked down to Toshinori’s feet and spotted a bruise - dark purple and dotted with sickly yellow - that spread from his left hock to mid calf.

Damn. Okay.

Naomasa nodded, “It’s alright, I’ll help you the entire way.”

Toshinori grunted and adjusted his stance, pressing against Naomasa. His tail lifted and loosely wrapped around Naomasa’s waist.

Pulling up the coat collar, Toshinori gave his waist a small squeeze.

“Okay,” he wheezed quietly, “Get me out of here.”

“One step at a time, alright?” Naomasa replied, carefully watching Toshinori’s feet as he took a few steps forward.

The grip around Naomasa’s waist tightened as Toshinori limped beside him, tenderly lifting his injured foot after each lurching step.

Naomasa cast a wary look out the lobby window, hand hovering over the doorknob.

“It’s going to be alright, Toshinori,” he said, pulling the door open.

Cameras flashed, reporters gestured to them as they passed, and uniformed officers maintained the line.

Toshinori tensed at Naomasa’s side, ducking his head and pulling the collar higher.

“Detective Tsukauchi!” Shouted one journalist, notepad in hand, “Who is that man?”

“Isn’t that the same person who caused the panic in the Rishi Shopping District?”

“Sir! Are the rumors true that that man is All Might?!”

Toshinori jerked, ears drooping and gritting his teeth, “ Sh-shit… ”

“Just answer the question! Is that All Might?”

“Look over here!” Camera flashes lit up the side of the street.

“Sir! Tell us why you were in that building!”

“Show us your face!”  

“Keep walking,” Naomasa said, adjusting the collar and angling Toshinori away as he groaned and swayed on his feet.  

A wall of flame flared up and surrounded them, blocking out the reporters, “Back off you lot!”

“The public has a right to know!”

Naomasa’s lips pressed in a firm line, and he pulled at Toshinori, “We’re almost to the car.”

Toshinori nodded slowly, limping up to the back of the police van.

Uniformed officers opened the rear doors, reaching out to Toshinori with barely concealed shock.

Toshinori took one man’s hand, and Naomasa helped lift him into the back of the van.

Naomasa grunted as Toshinori’s tail suddenly tightened its grip.

“I’m right behind you,” he said, stepping up into the back of the van, and he closed the doors behind him. Reaching back around Toshinori, he gently nudged him down onto the bench-like seat set against the side of the van.

Naomasa thumped the roof, “Drive!”

Kneeling as the van rolled forward, he took Toshinori’s hands in his own, “Hey, hey, can you look at me?”  

Toshinori wheezed, eyes half-lidded in exhaustion, but he squeezed Naomasa’s hands back, claws just pressing against his skin. Fingers twitching, Toshinori shuddered and closed his eyes, “Sorry… Give me … a moment.”

“Okay, just take your time.”

Toshinori swallowed roughly, teeth bared. His hackles rose, and his tail clenched around Naomasa’s middle.

Hhng! Naomasa stifled a winded grunt, letting go with one hand and patting his tail, “T-Toshinori?”

A full body shudder wracked Toshinori, and his tail fell limp to the floor.

“Tosh-!” Naomasa jolted, reaching out to catch Toshinori as he slumped forward, unconscious.

Naomasa pushed Toshinori back to lean against the seat, cupping one of his hollow cheeks, and brushed his bangs from his face. He pressed the back of his hand to Toshinori’s forehead.

Fever…      

“Sir?”

Naomasa tensed. He hadn’t realized one of the officers stayed in the van.

The officer - he had bright red hair and horns that twisted back around his head - held out a large water bottle and a cloth. He said nothing, did not pry. He only gestured again for Naomasa to take the items.

“Thank you,” Naomasa said, accepting the water, and quickly soaked the cloth. He dabbed Toshinori’s forehead and wiped the blood from his chin.

Wheezing deep and slow, Toshinori trembled. A sheen of sweat coated his skin and soaked into his hair.

Naomasa gently gripped his fingers, brows furrowing at the pinky claw. It appeared to be roughly clipped to the quick. A small scab already covered the spot.

Shit… His breath caught in his chest, and he bowed his head, I almost lost you again. I can’t-

Toshinori’s grip twitched in Naomasa’s own.

He took a deep breath.  

He’s here… Naomasa sighed, running his thumb over the back of Toshinori’s hand, I swear, I won’t let this happen again. I’ll find them. I promise. 

Shortly after being carried into the police department, Izuku was taken to a small, quiet room and laid on a cot. A young officer - he introduced himself as Officer Noboru - brought him a change of dry clothes and a medical kit.

Feeling slowly returned in Izuku’s arms and leg as Noboru treated his cuts and bruises.

“Let’s get you changed,” Noboru said and helped push Izuku into a sitting position against the wall.

Grimacing, Izuku’s muscles twitched as he pulled at the hem of his damp shirt. He clicked his teeth when the hem slipped from his fumbling grip.

Move!

“Don’t force it,” Noboru said, easily pulling Izuku’s wet clothes off and helping slip on the pair of dry sweatpants, “You can’t expect to recover instantly.”

Izuku pursed his lips and nodded stiffly, “Is Detective Tsukauchi here?”

“Not currently,” Noboru said.

Izuku’s numb fingers twitched, and he bit his lip.

“What about Officer Tamakawa,” Izuku weakly shifted, trying to help lift his arms as Noboru slipped a dry, gray shirt emblazoned in dark blue letters MPD down over his head, “He was with us. Is he- ?”

“He’s wounded, but alright,” Noboru said quietly, tugging the shirt down around Izuku’s hips, “Nothing life-threatening, so please don’t worry.”

Izuku bowed his head as another wave of guilt crashed against him.

Couldn’t reach…

“Hey, it’s going to be alright,” Noboru said, rubbing Izuku’s shoulder, “How’re your arms? Feeling any better?”

Izuku hummed and nodded, shakily lifting his left arm a few inches before it fell back in his lap.

Noboru smiled, throwing a towel across Izuku’s neck and began drying his hair, “Good progress. You’re handling getting hit with a paralysis quirk better than a lot of rookie officers. You U.A. kids are sure tough.”

The door opened, and another officer poked her head inside.

“Hey, Noboru,” she said softly.

Officer Noboru turned, pulling the towel off Izuku’s head, “Ishii, what do you need?”

“We need to clear out the other room.” Ishii pushed the door further, stepping inside. Sleeping in her arms was a young boy. Dirt and grime dusted his white wings and the feathers on his head.

Kneeling in front of Izuku, she smiled.

“I’m Officer Chiyoe Ishii. Do you mind if we move little Hatoko in here?” she asked Izuku, keeping her voice low, “He just needs somewhere to sleep for now.”

“S-sure?” Izuku said with an uneven shrug.

“Thanks.” Ishii stood, gently cradling the unconscious kid, and carried him to the spare cot.

“Here we are,” she mumbled, setting the boy down, “Let go. It’s alright. There we go.”

Hatoko made a small distressed noise, eyes screwed shut. He quieted when Ishii brushed the feathers on his head back, smoothing them down.

Izuku stared, curiosity a welcome distraction.

Why is he here? He’s so thin…

Straightening up, Ishii popped her back and sighed.

“Thanks again,” she said quietly to Noboru and Izuku. She bumped Noboru’s shoulder, “Kohana will be here in an hour or so to take care of him. He was asking for her. I need to get back. Patrol in fifteen.”

Noboru nodded, lifting his hand briefly as Ishii left. Then he turned to Izuku, “Are you alright to rest here a while? Comfortable?”  

Izuku swallowed, brows furrowed in thought, but he nodded, “Yeah.”

“My desk is just outside,” Noboru said, gesturing to the door, “Give me a shout if you need anything. Of course once you can, you are free to move around, but it would be best if you stayed in here unless you need the bathroom. And that,” he motioned over his shoulder, “Is just down the hall to the left.”

“Thanks,” Izuku said quietly, “You’ll… you’ll tell me when they find him?”

Noboru wrapped a plain blue blanket around Izuku’s shoulders, stood, and smiled, “Of course.”

Izuku sighed in relief, “Thank you.”

When the door shut, Izuku bowed his head, a stubborn frown on his face. Sweat beading on his forehead, he lifted his arms, curling and uncurling his left fist first. Then he slowly pried open his right fist.

What- ?

Something small and pale rolled from his palm and fell into his lap.

Izuku stared down at the object, fumbling to scoop it back into his palm. It was not quite as long or as thick as his pinkie finger. Thicker at the bottom, it tapered off to a dull point. Except for the red-dotted base, it was cream colored, like a … bone.

Nausea seized Izuku’s stomach, tears welling in his eyes. Clutching the small spike in his fist, he pressed it to his chest and covered his mouth.

My fault! His shoulders shook with quiet, gasping sobs, I said we should go to the beach. I made him stop. Commanded him. Commanded him.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and onto his lap. Sliding against the wall, Izuku lay on his side on the cot. He hiccuped, weakly pulling his legs up, and pressed the fist holding All Might’s spike to his forehead.

Come back.

Bring him back.

Please.

Canvas 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Catalyst 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Control 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Collapse 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Contained 1 / 2 (WIP)

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