#magic memories

“What in the world…?” He mumbled, his eyes widening behind his partially broken mask, turning his attention quickly towards where Miyuki was. He focused on her just in time to see her collapse. Ignoring the hero, he ran towards her, unable to help flinching with the ‘thud’ that followed her hitting the ground. Hopefully she didn’t break anything, and won’t end up with a concussion…

He reached her just as Kurogiri’s gates started to open for all of them, giving them the chance to finally escape, as all of the heroes they’d just been struggling with had been immobilized similar to the one he’d been going toe to toe with. Wasting no time, he scooped up Miyuki and carried her through the portal. Damage can be assessed once they’re all safe.

The portal deposited them in the main room of their hideout, which was secure enough. He carefully put her on the couch, the most comfortable place for her to be laid down, because like hell he was putting her on the floor. Especially since whatever she did seemed to have been the reason they could escape.

I’m sorry…

What was she apologizing for? Was it just an apology for not being able to warn them better? Not doing it sooner? Did she know she’d pass out? All of that seemed likely, knowing her… but it felt like there was a greater weight to it. Like there was something more… He’ll have to ask her when she wakes up.

If she wakes up, a part of him thought. But he dismissed it as the rest of the League came filing in through the portals. They all seemed relatively exhausted, Twice was limping with parts of his suit torn (though his mask was still thankfully in tact), Spinner’s left eye was already starting to swell, and Toga and Magne both sported some forming bruises. His own coat had a few tears, and he had a scratch on his forehead that he could feel throbbing now that he could take a moment to think about it, thanks to a particularly hard hit having broken off the top corner of his mask. A shame, too. He quite liked this one.

“That was fun!” Toga chimed excitedly, somehow still having enough energy to bounce in place as she started to unstrap some of her combat gear then and there. The blood tanks, the extra knife storage on her thighs, all of it was being put with surprising care against the bar for the moment. Perhaps it’s the fact that she had seen plenty of blood today that she was still happy despite their forced retreat.

“It was epic! That was terrifying!” Came Twice’s response, seeming to at least partially agree with his young friend, groaning as he perched at the bar, spinning just a little as he surveyed the others. No doubt taking in the damages, just as Atsuhiro had just done. Dabi simply grunted in response, his hands shoved in his pockets as usual. He seemed the least ruffled by their little excursion, but then again he was their best ranged fighter. He didn’t need to get in the thick of it.

“That was way more of a response than we should have gotten…” Spinner mused. Or well, pouted, as he set aside his sword and took a seat near Twice, taking the chance to catch his breath, and accepting the ice pack that Toga was putting together for his eye.

Magne came back with the first aid kits that were kept around the base, setting one at the bar for that trio, and bringing the other over to the couch, where Atsuhiro was sitting on the arm and checking over Miyuki as much as he dared, and Dabi was leaning against the wall with his eyes shut.

“What happened to her?” She asked, letting Compress tend to himself while she took her turn checking over Miyuki, checking her for a fever and any obvious injuries. “Small fever, some scrapes and definitely going to have bruising, but I don’t see anything else.” She announced, to anyone who was paying attention.

Atsuhiro gave a small shrug, finally taking off his mask and balaclava in order to tend to the scrape on his head as best as he could. Though, Magne was helping him after he seemed to keep missing where the injury was with the cleaning wipe.

“I’m not sure…” He admitted, sounding almost guilty as he shut his eyes, hissing a little as she put a disinfectant on the cut. “I heard her give an apology, then the heroes all just seemed to… freeze.”

Toga climbed up right next to Twice, kicking her feet and frowning, her eyebrows furrowed. “But why would she apologize? Whatever she did got us out of there! It was so cool!” She beamed.

“I’m not sure, but she must have expected repercussions. Be it from us, the heroes, or maybe even her own quirk?” Spinner offered, though didn’t sound too sure of himself.

It’s true that they didn’t know much about the limits of her quirk… but it was to make people forget her, not to paralyze or disorient them. So it’s not likely to be her quirk, as near as Atsuhiro could tell.

Dabi had his eyes half open now, looking at Miyuki before scoffing. “I’m going to go lay down.” He announced before leaving the room. No one really said anything on it, figuring he was done with people for the day, not that anyone blames him.

Spinner ended up going to do the same after he’d tended to what he could, dragging his sword with him after wrapping it back up, and keeping the ice pack over his eye. Toga, Twice, and Magne stayed out with Compress for now, chatting amongst themselves and recounting their individual battles while waiting for Miyuki to wake up.

It took over an hour before a soft groan broke the silence, the group having migrated to be sitting around the couch. Twice and Toga were on the ground, Twice laying on the floor with his head in Toga’s lap as she ran her fingers through it, absently putting little braids in it, but avoiding his stitching. Magne was leaning against the back of the couch, Compress content to stay on the arm of the couch where he could best see Miyuki’s face. Toga heard the groan better than any of the others, having been the one speaking. She immediately froze before lighting up, scrambling up to her knees so quickly that Twice’s head thunked to the ground, but she ignored his complaints as she shuffled over to get in Miyuki’s face, despite Magne carefully putting her hand on the younger girl’s shoulder and trying to nudge her back.

“You’re awake! You had us really worried, you know that?” Toga asked, absolutely beaming down at her other sister figure.

Miyuki finally managed to open her eyes, rubbing at her head as though it ached, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who…?” She mumbled, pulling her legs up a bit closer to herself as she worked on sitting up.

Something wasn’t right….

Toga tilted her head for a moment before just laughing “It’s Toga, silly! You must have hit your head when you fell!” She tried, not too concerned just yet.

“Toga…?” Miyuki mimicked, slowly curling up in the corner of the couch, similar to how she did when she first got to the base… before she knew them.

Atsuhiro felt his heart drop to his stomach before she had the chance to speak again, a sick feeling in his gut.

“I don’t remember you.”

Toga blinked a few times as it slowly seemed to register. “Don’t… remember me?” She echoed, shifting to sit back on her feet. Twice was sitting cross legged beside her, having to put his mask back on at some point, but openly surprised at the admission.

Miyuki shook her head a little, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Do you remember who you are?” Magne asked, keeping her tone soft, and careful not to crowd her.

It took too much thought for Atsuhiro’s comfort for her to answer. “Miyuki… that’s my name… right? Miyuki… Nakashima?”

Magne nodded, her posture relaxing a bit. “Okay, that’s something at least. Do you remember any of us?” She asked, gesturing to the four of them around her. Miyuki started with Twice, staring at him thoughtfully for a bit before shaking her head, repeating the process with Toga. She focused on Magne next, and again remembered nothing.

Then she focused on Atsuhiro, and he thought his heart was going to stop. There was none of that familiarity in her eyes. No familiarity, no amusement, or mischief, no relief… nothing. Just… confusion. And a bit of fear. He managed to keep from flinching when she shook her head again. “I’m sorry…” Came her soft apology. Atsuhiro was starting to hate those words.

Magne gave her a soft smile, gently smoothing out her hair, getting some of it out of her hair. It was a mess, but that wasn’t important right now. “That’s okay, dear.” She reassured softly. “I’m thinking you just pushed your quirk, and lost your own memories.”

Twice perked up at that “That’s why everyone froze! They forgot what they were doing! How can you lose your own memories! Keep track of that shit!”

Toga seemed relieved that that was all it was. “Will you get your memories back??” She asked eagerly, trying once again to get in Miyuki’s face, held back by Twice this time, who caught her in a playful headlock.

Miyuki considered before giving an uncertain shrug. She was back to not talking much.

“That’s okay.” Atsuhiro finally said, giving her one of his signature charming smiles, even if he didn’t feel like it. She needed their support, so she gets it. His feelings be damned. She’s surrounded by strangers with hardly any memories to her name, he needs to focus on her. “We can help you try to get those memories back, and in the meantime get you up to speed.”

His reassurance seemed to be what she needed, as she gave a hesitant nod and uncurled a tiny bit. At least she was opening up to them quicker than she did the first time. It probably helped that they knew her better now.

“Wait… how do we tell Boss?” Toga asked, frowning. “He may not like having one member down for the count…”

“Yeah, she can’t do her information stuff if she doesn’t remember anything! We should kick her out! She’s useless like this!”

Magne huffed a bit and rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. “I can tell him when he gets back from his meeting with his ‘Master’. Or we can have Kurogiri do it or something. We just need to see how things go. But she can still help, so long as she wants to.” She insisted. Then she turned her focus back to Miyuki. “In the meantime, you should get some rest. It’s been a busy day for you. For all of us.” She said, expression softening some.

“Compress, do you mind-”

“Not in the slightest, my dear.” Atsuhiro answered before she could even finish, standing from the couch and offering a hand to Miyuki. Remembering how much she always seemed to appreciate his showmanship, he even gave a playful bow, taking his hat off and everything. Hearing the faint, familiar giggle as she took his hand, he felt some of his anxiety about the situation pass. It really would be okay. She was still Miyuki.