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Loading Universe: Just Trying to Survive (and learn to love along the way)
Shouta tries not to worry as he leaves his family behind in the train. Zashi is a pro hero, and Izuku is a smart kid. He knows not to run off.
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Aizawa scowled, though anyone close enough to the hero could tell he was just trying to mask his concern.
Shouta struggles against the Nomu he followed. His quirk is not offensive and does absolutely nothing against the creature. It’s awfully similar to the one from the USJ attack, and it took All Might to beat it.
He manages to wrap his scarf around the Nomu and decides to try stabbing the things brains out. He stabs it once and tries to wrench his knife free, but it refuses to move. The Nomu is still standing, and leaps off of the building they landed on.
Shouta has to unwind his scarf quickly so he doesn’t get dragged along with the creature. It’s fast, and now it’s running away with Shouta’s third favourite knife. He’s about to follow when he gets a text. A glance at his phone tells him it’s from Izuku, so he opens it. All it is is a location.
Shit.
Shouta hopes that he’s still with Hizashi. Maybe his husband asked him to stay back and call for help. He runs in the direction of Izuku’s location, and hopes there are some other heroes nearby. He’s too far to be able to provide an immediate response, but he’ll do his best.
Too much time later when he’s only halfway there, he meets up with Hizashi, and they pale at the sight of each other. That means that Izuku is by himself, possibly facing the Hero Killer if he went to help Iida. Which is exactly something he would do.
They’re almost to Izuku when they hear the screams.
The person has to be in immense pain, and it only gets louder as they get closer to their destination. They listen to the heart wrenching screams turn into sobs, and both move a little faster when they recognize those soft cries.
They belong to Izuku.
Many people in the audience started tearing up at the sound of Midoriya’s screams. This kid has been through way too much already, he doesn’t need the Hero Killer making it worse.
They freeze in the mouth of the alleyway that holds their son. Pro hero Native and Iida are near one of the walls, sprawled on the ground. Todoroki is a little closer, leaned up against the opposite wall. All three of them are yelling trying to stop Stain. Stain, who stands over Izuku with a sword pointed at his chest. Izuku, who’s bloody and crying, and staring right at them.
Shouta reactively activates his quirk as they start moving. It’s got to be some sort of paralytic, because the moment he does, Todoroki is springing up and shoving Stain away from Izuku, stopping to stand protectively in front of him, ice and fire both at the ready.
Everyone covers their ears as Hizashi yells, making Stain drop his weapons. Shouta is quick to tackle him. He’s been married to Hizashi long enough that he’s used to his screaming, so he uses that to his advantage and strips Stain of all of his weapons before tying him up with zip ties and rope, finishing it off with his capture weapon.
“Go Aizawa sensei! Go Mic Sensei! Protect the bean!”
Hizashi doesn’t stop yelling until the man is secure, and once he is they’re both rushing to Izuku’s side. Native and Iida are helping each other up, and Todoroki is already standing, so they focus all their worry on their son.
He’s bleeding from a deep cut on his leg, and a closer look tells Shouta that it even pierced the skin on the other side. Hizashi puts pressure on the wounds as he digs some gauze out of his utility belt, wrapping it as tightly as he can.
Izuku still hasn’t made a sound, and he’s blinking sluggishly at them from his spot on the ground. There’s a dark bruise on the side of his head. It must have been a hard hit if Izuku is this out of it.
“Jesus problem child. How hard did you hit your head?”
“I di’nt h’t it. ‘e kick’ d me.” Stain kicked a child in the head? Great. Now Shouta has the urge to commit a murder. Shouta turns to address the rest of the alleyway, finding them all much closer than before.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. We are moving out of the alleyway and to the road so that it’s easier for emergency services to find us. While we make our way there, I’ll get you to call them Todoroki. We need several ambulances and the police.” Todoroki nods and pulls out his phone to do his part.
Hizashi scoops up Izuku, their kid's head resting against his chest. He’s a little more alert now, and sits up a little straighter as he watches Shouta drag Stain down the alley. They reach the end and all sit down to wait, and more pros show up and take custody of Stain so that Shouta and Hizashi can focus on Izuku.
Shouta’s head snaps up at a loud cry of warning, and he spots a flying Nomu diving towards the group of heroes. It slows down, claws extended, as the heroes try to duck out of its path.
Several people cried out in shock, but Midoriya wasn’t one of them. He was too focused on the Nomu’s wing quirk to pay much real attention to the danger his other self is in. Midoriya’s expression quickly morphed to a combination of shock and horror as he realized why it was so familiar.
“That’s Tsubasa's quirk!” Midoriya yelled. Everyone looked at him in confusion with the exception of Bakugou who just looked sick.
“You’re sure?” He asked.
“I’ve analyzed his quirk since we were kids. Those are his wings! I know it!”
“Problem Child, who is Tsubasa?” Aizawa asked.
“He was one of Kacchan’s friends and-”
“I wasn’t friends with that extra!”
“Fine, one of Kacchan’s lackeys.” Bakugou scowled but didn’t correct him further. “He moved schools a couple years back which, I’m assuming, is when they made him into a Nomu.”
“That’s awful!”
“Yeah…”
Shouta can feel the rustle of its feathers as it snatches Izuku from between them.
Izuku lets out a loud cry and he’s being flown away. Everyone just stands there, frozen for a moment, before Hizashi’s cry snaps them out of it.
“Shou! GET READY TO CATCH!” Oh he can see where this is going. There’s almost no way for him to land safely with his child in his arms.
“Todoroki! Need your help with the landing!” And Shouta’s running, looping his scarf around a light post to launch himself into the air and towards the flying duo. As soon as he’s airborne, Hizashi screams. It’s the loudest he’s heard him in a long time, worry for Izuku making him that much deadlier.
The Nomu screeches and releases Izuku, trying to get away from the sound, but Hizashi pitched it just right that the creatures brain explodes before it can escape.
Shouta catches Izuku almost as soon as it drops him, and lightly lands on the ramp that Todoroki created to catch them.
Shouta supports Izuku in his arms as Hizashi starts running over, and grimaces at the new wounds. The Nomu must have really wanted him, because fresh blood seeps out of marks on his abdomen where the hybrid had sunk its claws in. There’s a worrying amount of blood, and Shouta knows that the ambulance is still a few minutes out. Izuku is hardly conscious, trying to keep his eyes open.
There’s a sudden heat at his side, and Endeavor is there, placing a hand on his shoulder right as Hizashi arrives.
“Want me to fly him to the hospital? It will be much faster than waiting for the ambulance.” Shouta wants to say no. Wants to say that he can take his own son to the hospital. But he can’t and he knows that.
“That’s so unsettling.” Todoroki murmured.
“Please.” With his quiet word, Endeavor is crouching down, pulling Izuku carefully into his arms and launching into the sky before Shouta can even blink.
The ambulances for the other kids and Native arrive a few minutes later, so Shouta and Hizashi ride along with them. They should probably make sure their students are alright anyways. They find Endeavor waiting for them at the entrance, and he’s quick to give them an update while his own son gets checked out.
“They’re stitching him up now. Most of the wounds were pretty clean, and miraculously, nothing was damaged in his thigh where his worst cut was. It seems as though Stain didn’t want to cause him permanent damage. Nothing was bad enough to require surgery, just lots of stitches.”
The audience let out a collective breath.
“They say anything about the head wound?” Endeavor grimaces a little at the question.
“It’s a bad concussion. He’ll be fine, just a little messed up for a few days.” While that’s not ideal, it’s something they can manage. Shouta nods his thanks to Endeavor and the man leaves to find his son.
Shouta turns around and finds Hizashi with a frown on his face, worry creasing his brow. While they know that Izuku will be fine, it’s hard finding someone in the position they did. Especially their son. Shouta leans forward and wraps his arms around his husband, hugging him tightly. Hizashi pulls away and leans down for a soft kiss before they separate, keeping their hands connected.
“Let’s go find our son.”
The screen fades to black.
“That was a lot. Hopefully there are no more life threatening injuries like this again.” Present Mic said in an effort to remain positive. An effort that was immediately undone by Orakuru laughing behind them.
“That’s a nice thought, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” Orakuru smiled and started moving to the back of the theatre. Out of nowhere the wall opened up and another person walked out.
“Don’t forget about the other thing, Orakuru.” The new figure fixed the goddess with a stern gaze. Orakuru laughed sheepishly.
“Right.” Turning back to address the audience, “It has come to my attention that I was supposed to give you a break three chapters ago and forgot, so you’re getting it now!” The back wall opened once again to lead them into the living space they stayed in the day prior. As everyone made their way into the room, Midoriya stopped next to the strange figure with the goddess.
“Excuse me?”
“Do you need something Midoriya?” The figure asked.
“You know who I am?” Midoriya tilted his head in confusion.
“Of course! I know a lot of things.” She smiled warmly, “I believe you had a question?”
“Who are you?”
“You can call me Author-San. I’m a creator, which means that I have the power to expand the multiverse however I desire. Normally I would be in the theatre while you’re reacting, but this universe was made by a different creator so I took a small vacation to visit some friends.”
“That’s so cool! You can create worlds? Does that mean you can travel to other worlds too or are you just stuck in one? How did you figure out you could do that? Are you-”
“Midoriya, take a breath! Why don’t you go take a break like everyone else?” Author-San guided him into the room with his friends.
“Right, sorry. I just got excited!”
“It’s fine. I’ll answer your questions later though if you’d like.”
“I’d like that! Thank you!” Midoriya ran off to go sit by his friends as Author-San and Orakuru watched over the space together.