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It was always shocking how life could change within a split second, but Yagi supposed that he was used to it. So goes the life of a Pro-Hero, where one second he could be down the street after a grocery run, only for a villain attack to occur and that one regular and menial task then became something entirely different; something that could mean he didn't make it back home that night. That thought was always at the back of his mind, even as the Symbol of Peace and Japan's Number One Hero. Everyone in his line of work went through the same motions at the start of a battle.
Maybe this is the day I get caught out?
Yet, he always pulled through. He always made it back, that never seemed to change.
Then, when the embers of One for All burned out during his final fight, Yagi had thought normal life would come easy. He was still teaching at UA, still mentoring Young Midoriya, but he was no longer burdened with the stress of a Hero. He could go through a whole day and the fear that he'd never see tomorrow gradually ebbed away.
This turmoil, this responsibility, was being passed onto what would probably be the most capable and influential next generation of heroes. Yagi was content with the work he'd done. He'd long accepted that his time doing the job he loved was up, it had just been a case of when. Waiting for the world to know, and for time to catch up.
Yet, as a civilian? On a day off, no less? The feeling that he wasn't going to make it back home had been such a foreign and absent sensation that it’s sudden occurrence knocked the wind from his chest and forced a cold tingle of dread to weave its way down his spine.
Takoba Municipal Beach, unfortunately still a spot that accumulated all the waste and backlash of people's trash being thrown into the ocean.
It was a nice place to stand and watch as the sun set past the waves on the horizon, but it also needed the odd touch-up now and again. It wasn't hard, a few filled trash bags and some bonding time with his successor that wasn't centred around training.
Not that Yagi would have been able to convince Izuku that the small clean-up was a one person task. The former hero was more than happy for the company, and to be able to have a casual conversation on the tiny details of dorm life that he wasn't party to. Kaminari sneezing the lights out had been the latest story.
Then the winds had changed. The sky, once sunny, had seemed to darken in less than a second. It was hard to explain, the encompassing sensation of wrong. Yagi knew Izuku had felt it too, the way his body had tensed, how his eyes had widened, a hero priming for a battle that hadn't even made itself known yet.
Until a suit clad man had stepped out onto the surf, someone neither hero nor student had seen approaching. Curled wisps of white hair and a far too large grin set into his features, hands clasped behind his back.
It had barely taken a second for recognition to kick in. For Yagi to drop the trash in his hand and ball it into a fist. Izuku had already reacted, the green lightning of One for All arcing over his body as he shot forwards at the enemy.
An enemy that shouldn't have been anywhere close by.
A man that had been locked in one of the most secure cells in Tartarus, who was now taking a leisurely stroll forwards.
The man who had crippled Yagi, who had killed his Sensei, and his own successor hadn't even hesitated. Dressed in his normal clothes, braces and support items in his case back at UA, nothing but himself and legs that kept him moving forwards.
"Young Midoriya, don't- !" The warning came a few seconds too late.
Faster than his own eyes had been able to track, a resounding crack ricocheted off the beach. All that remained of the action was a raised hand, and Izuku's prone body splayed out on the sand.
Yagi's breath seized as All for One glanced down at the boy at his feet, taking into account the steady rise and fall of his chest. There was something in his eyes, in the eyes that hadn't been there for upwards of six years. Not since their first battle.
The face of the villain approaching him in a slow advance was one the retired hero hadn't seen for years. Yagi may have lost part of his lung and his stomach, but All for One had gotten off worse.
Now all that was seemingly for naught.
Something in his chest told him that this time, he was not going to be making it home.
All for One stopped in front of him, raised a single hand, and there was a brief moment of panic because Izuku was still unconscious, he was still on the beach, and if Yagi didn't fight back then it was clear his successor would become a victim too.
Though it was a second of adrenaline and hyperawareness, before his vision flickered to black
Blinking to wakefulness in a room absent of any form of natural lighting, with a single bed but frankly a fair bit of floor space wasn't something he'd expected. Working through the dregs of what felt like an unnatural sleep had Yagi's sight blurred and his mind fuzzy, but he was aware enough to feel the pressure of Quirk-Suppressant cuffs wrapped around his wrists, and hear the scrape and drag of what sounded like weighted metal pull across the floor as he forced himself to stand around the wave of dizziness that set in.
He blinked harshly, one hand coming up to rest against the wall for support.
It seemed as though wherever he was, All for One didn't seem to be taking many chances with the possibility that he wasn't entirely Quirkless yet.
Which promptly begged the question of how, or more specifically, why was he still alive?
How was it that he'd faced down a centuries old villain intent on bringing about an end to a power he had inadvertently created, and had woke up afterwards?
Yagi lifted a hand up to his shirt, forcing out a breath at the sensation of a racing heart beneath his fingers. He was alive, he didn't know where he was, but he was alive. Chained to a bolt inlaid into the concrete floor of a room that made the hair on his arms prickle with the cold, but alive.
Then, " Izuku ..!"
"Is indisposed at the moment, I'm afraid. The poor boy is quite exhausted." Came a low voice, and Yagi pivoted rapidly around to take a proper look at the room. A table in the centre that he'd not noticed beforehand, a bowl of what looked like steaming rice set on top of the wooden surface.
Seated just on the other side, back to the rooms wide open door, was All for One. His posture in a way was nonchalant. He was relaxed in the chair, as if he was totally settled with where he was. Suit was pressed carefully, creases ironed just so; his hair was tousled but well kept, and a stark shift to what had once been a baled and scarred mess of a face.
Yagi didn't let the sudden appearance of his enemy throw him - or maybe his situational awareness was beginning to suffer from the months of no hero work, "What do you mean 'indisposed'?" He forced out through gritted teeth, and if it was at all possible his heart rate ratcheted up even more. Izuku was here, he was somewhere close by. He was alive, and presumably he was also being kept prisoner.
But the tone in All for One's voice. The way that single careful smile never left his lips, even whilst the well placed anger rose within Toshinori, his expression never once changed.
" Where is he ?"
"Sleeping, I assure you." the man waved a hand, as if waving off the conversation in its entirety. As if it was so simple to brush it away. "I'd never harm a hair on that boy's head."
First came anger, always, anger to stave off any form of fear that even tried to surface. He centred himself on his ability to smile through even the most terrifying of situations, but now his appearance didn't mean much. Izuku was somewhere. He was on his own, possibly in the parallel position to Yagi himself.
Chained down, mind groggy with sleep or whatever had happened to make them lose consciousness.
Izuku, chained, Quirk suppressed; alone.
Yagi's breath caught in his throat at the thought. The confusion and panic his successor must have been feeling.
Would he even know that he wasn't alone? Or would he jump to conclusions, let his mind run rampant? What assumptions would he make?
That when he'd been awake last, he'd charged at All for One. That Yagi had been there…
Would he think that his mentor had perished? It wasn't too far fetched of an assumption.
He needed to get out.
So, then came bargaining.
"He has nothing to do with this."
Only to receive a clipped laugh. "He has everything to do with this." All for One stated plainly, spreading his hands out as if that point was obvious.
His smile only seemed to grow at the furrowed brow creasing the heroes' forehead.
"Do you really think I went to that beach for you ? That I prepared everything, broke out of Tartarus for you ? Are you so prideful that you assume that you're always the reasoning behind others actions? How…" He seemed to take a second to search for the words, until, "unheroic of you."
Yagi bristled and stepped forwards, the length of the chain allowing some movement. Though he'd never be able to reach the far side of the table before him.
"You- well, you were just an added extra. I couldn't pass on the opportunity I was presented with, even though you don't have a Quirk, my old friend. You're not useless. You may have seemed to be a spanner in my plans initially, but now? You have a part to play, as does my little Izuku."
Yagi blanched at those words, his brain stuttering. Rewiring. Information that he hadn't even realised he'd retained linked together. The curled hair. The freckles thrown over the nose that All for One now had.
The sheer intelligence? That perfect toothed smile? All things he admired in his successor.
Those vivid green eyes.
All things he despised in the present villain.
All for One stood slowly from his seat, lifting the bowl of rice with him, then simply set it on the foot of the bed just within Yagi's reach.
"I don't wish for Japan's Number One Hero to starve."
Then he simply turned, and walked out the door.
The metallic clang rang out as it swung shut, followed by a click as a lock was engaged.
And Yagi was alone, the bowl of rice easily going forgotten.
That first encounter encompassed every other one that followed along. At the days passed by, measured only by each meal that he was given. It wasn't as if Yagi ate much to begin with, lack of a stomach made it a tricky task to mandate at the best of times, but he never realised how his eating had declined where he was being given one meal a day and it still seemed to be enough.
He finished the food he was given, no sense in letting it go to waste, especially when he was sure All for One wasn't going to use it to possibly poison him. The villain had told him that he had a part to play, and he was sure that meant he had to be alive for it. Whatever came to pass.
Though, if he was only getting one meal, then he couldn't help his mind shifting directly to Izuku, and whether he was in the same predicament. The sheer thought of it kept the old hero from sleeping, not just the severity of the situation he himself was stuck in.
Izuku was here, he must have been close by. All for One had targeted him specifically; but if he was in a room the same size as Yagi's? A small bed in the corner, a table to eat from and a single chair he could just reach? Chained to the wall with cuffs that didn't seem to have any keyhole after turning the rings of metal around multiple times to try and find where the cuff opened from.
Being fed one meal a day?
It was one thing, going through the situation on his own. It was another thing knowing that Izuku could be experiencing the same thing.
Or even, who was to say Izuku was getting the same treatment? Days had passed by already and there had barely been any mention of his successor other than a few offhand comments. For all Yagi knew, his successor was getting more food, being given a better room.
The opposite could have been just as true.
Those thoughts more often than not kept the grasp of sleep away. Left him sat on the edge of the bed, mattress creaking and groaning beneath his frame, fingers balling into the same clothes that he'd been wearing when he'd been captured.
Izuku, alone. Izuku at the mercy of All for One. Izuku being targeted and kidnapped and the only reason Yagi was there was because he happened to be with his young successor at the same time.
Which meant that if Yagi hadn't have been on the beach? It would have been a missing person's case, limited leads, just another student, his boy , gone with no preamble. No trace.
There seemed to be so many things that made his heart stutter in his chest now.
That, and the realisation he'd made on that first day? The facts that had linked together, an epiphany that had no reason to take place.
One of the reasons why All for One had targeted Izuku, the surface level similarities between the two of them.
Yagi barely suppressed a jerk as the door to his room was unlocked and swung open in one movement, a mimicry of all the days prior. He wasn't exactly sure if a schedule was maintained, if his meals were brought at the same time consistently, but it broke up the monotonous drone of empty days.
Days that were usually filled with sleeping, minor stretching to pull out his aching muscles, testing the limits and strength of the chains. Pulling on the bed frame, which he soon found was bolted to the floor. Seeing if anything else was in his reach if he tipped the chair over, not like the barren room had anything that could even aid in an escape.
All for One stepped over to the table, placing down a bottle of water and like usual, a bowl of white rice and vegetables in the centre of the table.
This was day ten, and Yagi wasn't going to sway away from the process of the past few days.
"Where's Izuku?"
Even though the question must have been expected, it still drew a slight sigh from the centuries old man before him. His expression was carefully measured, but his eyes always held a sickening gleam whenever that name passed the heroes lips.
The regular answer, "He's sleeping, the boy is exhausted."
Then, "I had to make sure he was in bed before I came here. It's been a tiring day."
Yagi's attention shot up at that extra bit of information. However small and seemingly insignificant it was, it was so much more than anything he'd been given prior to that moment. It meant that All for One had been interacting with Izuku.
It also meant that something had transpired, something that he'd felt the need to bring up and gloat about. As much as he disliked to admit it, Yagi knew All for One. He knew the way he worked, and giving out extra information? That was never done by accident. The man was always ten steps ahead, more even, and every action that took place in the present was calculated and planned.
Words didn't slip, this was information that the man wanted Yagi to know. This was different to the days before.
He couldn't let this opportunity pass.
Yagi stood up from the bed, the clicking of the chain links falling into the back of his mind as he stared down the villain, "If you've hurt him-"
"Then I'm fairly sure you're going to kill me, aren't you, All Might?" It was stated almost, in a mocking tone. Both parties were entirely aware of who had the upper hand. One was Quirkless, and the other had an abundance of stolen power.
And he'd done something to Izuku.
Yagi had to force himself to keep any spiteful remarks in check. As much as he hated it, it would get him nowhere. He needed more , he needed to know more.
"All for One-."
"I can assure you that he is okay." The man said, spreading his hands as if it had been obvious. "I'm not going to bring harm to him. I couldn't bring myself to lift a finger against the boy."
If that didn't make Yagi's nonexistent stomach turn sharply. Though he made sure to keep his expression schooled and his mind on the situation at hand. Izuku was the priority, he was the one who needed protecting in this moment, as much as that truth would have been to the chagrin of said student.
Izuku was so used to protecting other people, and now when he needed protecting himself, Yagi was all but useless.
He couldn't get himself out, how could he expect to be of any help to his captured successor?
"What are you doing to him, why do you need him? What does reclaiming One for All have anything to do with kidnapping and prolonged isolation?"
There was a brief pause that permeated the air, as if a pin could drop. The only noise that could be heard was the breathing of the two men. Yagi's, the usual deep and haggard drags of air, which had once seemed so healthy in comparison to the ventilated state All for One had once been in. Yet, now the man stood tall. Breathing clear, skin free from scars, and a careful smile growing on his face.
"So many questions, hero. Do you really expect me to answer them?"
Yagi huffed, eyes narrowing, "You enjoy listening to yourself talk,"
There was a slight nod of acknowledgement, before All for One turned to the door again. As usual, preferring the short visit.
He halted before he stepped over the threshold, though he didn't look back. "All will become clear. I'm nearly finished."
Food continued to come, but only when Yagi was asleep. The few days that followed that far too vague and frankly worrying conversation, waking up to food already being on the table became normal. If anything, it only confirmed that somewhere in the room there must have been a camera. Some way to check that he wasn't awake in order to come in and leave unseen. It should have been unnerving, both the thought of being watched and that even when he was chained, he didn't even wake up when he wasn't alone in the room.
The solitude was nice, at least, since Yagi enjoyed his own company as much as he enjoyed others. Not having to stare down All for One on a daily basis also had its advantages, but one single shining drawback.
There was no one to tell him how Izuku was. Even when the daily updates had been the same, at least it was something. Izuku was always sleeping, always exhausted, but to be told that meant that he was still alive. To have no new information?
Well, it was like torture. Torture that didn't even begin to encompass the lead weight that had been settled low in his gut ever since the parting words of the last conversation.
It became hard to eat past the lump in his throat, whenever he thought back to those words. The finality in them, the elation in them.
As if something that has been long since worked towards, was finally coming to fruition.
That it included Izuku, that it included himself at some point.
Not knowing, it was sickening.
Terrifying.
They needed to get out. Waiting on a rescue to come was no longer on the cards now that a time limit was in place. In his better days breaking out would have been easy, but now? Frail limbs, old body, unyielding metal of chains that he'd been pulling against with a desperate fervor for the past ten minutes? All it served was to bruise his skin and draw blood where the cuffs dug in with each pull. It was no wonder that he didn't notice the door open behind him, only the light rapping against the wall where All for One had knocked to get his attention.
Yagi halted in his efforts, but made no move to hide what he was doing. It was more than obvious.
"I was beginning to think that you had grown tired of our conversations." The hero said curtly, bony hands coming up to rub at his tender wrists. There was a whole room in between the two of them, All for One still standing in the doorway, but Yagi had never once felt more on edge.
"I simply had matters to attend to." All for One brushed off, yet he still didn't move. "Some matters took precedence over our daily talks, but you will be glad to hear that they will continue on as usual from now on." He smiled, as if they were holding a regular conversation.
Yagi was about to express his distaste of having to go back to their old routine, he had his mouth open, only for it to click shut and his eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he noticed the slight shift of movement just behind where the villain was standing. They were well hidden by the large frame of the man in front of them, but there was someone else there.
Someone who was gripping the back of All for One's suit like a grounding method, thin fingers bunching up the fabric and the man barely seemed perturbed by the action. In fact, he seemed more at ease than Yagi had ever seen him before.
As if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, or a hole in his chest had been filled in that bit more.
Still, Yagi tried to ignore the man, instead turning his attention to who was hiding. They didn't seem all that tall, or all that vocal. At first glance, the rapid realisation that the person who was situated behind All for One couldn't have been any older than sixteen made adrenaline course through his veins. There was someone, a child, or just a young person, standing near one of the most deadly villains as if he was just a regular civilian and not a man who had killed hundreds, thousands, if not more.
Yagi only proceeded to do what he did best, approach with care and caution. It was everything the villain would have been expecting, but now he wasn't the focus of attention.
It was the boy, bare feet lightly padding on the floor as he shifted from foot to foot, constantly keeping himself situated just enough behind All for One that he was out of sight.
He walked as far forwards until the chains grew taut, and Yagi stooped just barely to be closer to eye level, to at least seem less intimidating. This situation was becoming more and more dangerous with every day passing.
Being locked up, not being able to get away, restricted movement and whether he lived or starved to death all being controlled by outward forces. A metal door that he couldn't reach, and after that was possibly a complex maze of hallways that stretched out and somewhere, somewhere in a different room- because he had to be close by, he had to be near-
All for One reached a hand down behind him, carefully wrapping his grip around the hiding boy’s wrist and far too gently tugging him into full view.
He had to be near-
Yagi's heart stopped in a second.
"Young- Izuku?"
He could only stare, wide eyed with his chest feeling like it was caving in at the impossible scene in front of him. The first thing that seemed to settle in his mind was the panic of seeing his successor, his boy - Izuku standing beside his greatest enemy. A man who had his fingers carefully wrapped around the boy’s wrist as if holding him in place, but there was no struggling. There was no shouting, no pulling against the hold. No scared eyes and shocked expression as the villain forced Izuku into the direct eyesight of the retired hero.
There wasn't even worry in the boy's eyes, not even when the emerald gaze floated throughout the room. From the walls that had flaking paint, to the hard concrete floor that must have been cold against his feet, all the way to the old bed in the corner and the crumpled comforter.
Yagi knew when his eyes had settled on the chain, following it from its bracket on the wall all the way to the heroes' wrists.
At that, he expected a reaction. He'd come to await a reaction, really. Izuku was the first to get emotional over any situation and it so far had served him well. Sometimes it allowed him to think more clearly, shift into more of a heroic act of always being sure of his actions, always strategizing with a mind that could move a mile a minute. Always knowing what to do. Anger led to tears, which led to unwavering resolve.
There wasn't anything like that. There was simply resounding silence as Izuku moved his gaze over to All for One as if that was the next port of call.
Yagi swallowed around the lump in his throat, because that boy was Izuku.
The teen, that was now visible in the constant artificial light of the room, couldn't have looked so familiar, and yet so different.
With snow white hair, thin and clearly soft strands ending just above his shoulders, arched through with faint and faded bits of green. Unruly and messy, dangling over green eyes that were now staring into Yagi's own with no emotion other than slight confusion.
The boy was Izuku, but he wasn't. The freckles were there, but they were sparser and much more pronounced on paler willowy skin. His frame was clearly thinner too, clothes; light blue pyjamas, baggy and dangling from a bony collar and shoulders. Muscles that he'd worked towards for months, and maintained long afterwards were long gone. He seemed sick, sick and confused.
Lost, sick and confused; as if he didn't know that only a couple weeks ago they had been training together in the forests outside of UA, or litter picking just because they wanted to, and now..?
It made bile swirl in Yagi's throat, it made his eyes glisten and burn.
This was why Izuku had been the main target? This--
What had he done?
Muscles tensed when All for One rested a hand lightly onto Izuku's hair, ruffling the strands carefully as if the boy was made of glass. Fingers twitching and body tensing as if everything in Yagi was screaming at him that a fight was on the horizon. His body was screaming at him to end the display, to get Izuku away from the man, to break the overpowering sense of wrong that was being surrounding him.
It was Izuku, but it wasn't. He had his boy's face, his eyes, those very same scars on his right hand that Yagi could only see if he focused. They were there, they were definitely there but faded. Raised patches of pink scar tissue were now only recognisable as healed lines of white.
But it only confirmed that this boy couldn't be anyone else.
This was so much worse than anything he could ever have imagined.
What was this… Was he- was he a Noumu, like Kurogiri?
Bile rose in his throat.
Or was this a Quirk, or many? How many Quirks could this have taken?
A copper tang stained his mouth, and Yagi brought one hand up to his face to hold the sickness back.
Izuku simply shied away from the villain's touch, though his cheeks flushed barely at the attention. There was so much adoration in his gaze, so much positive emotion in the single soft smile that it was so wrong. Izuku was looking up at a villain as if he couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
Yagi could feel a rivulet of blood leak out from the corner of his mouth, hitting the floor with a barely audible tap.
This was what All for One had been doing? Every time he'd said that Izuku was asleep, at the point of exhaustion, it was this?
His mind was moving too fast, but at the same time it felt numb. Had this happened on the first day, or had this… Transformation taken days to complete? Had this been so drawn out?
How- how much pain had Izuku experienced?
All for One let out a quiet sigh, staring down at Izuku beside him. The man was maintaining rapt attention.
"I thought it was about time the both of you met. You are always asking after him, after all." It was said so simply, so easily. The man knew exactly what his words were doing, the twisted truths behind them. As if Yagi had been asking about this ?
A large hand moved down from Izuku's hair, combing through the strands and traced a line down his cheek until All for One carefully tilted his chin up to make sure all his attention was in the correct place, not on Yagi, on him . "You seem tired. I think that it's about time we got you back to bed, don't you?"
It was as if the words had far more weight than Yagi could fathom. They drew out the exhaustion in his bones, pulling a heavy yawn from Izuku, eyes drooping almost as if on command. All for One turned just slightly, and the chains around Yagi's wrists clinked as he moved to intercept, to at least try and get his successor away from this life long enemy. The fact that the chains stopped him before he'd even close half the distance didn't stop him from pulling on the metal.
In one swift movement, Izuku was picked up, one arm hooked under his legs and body resting flush against the villain's chest, head lolling loosely against his shoulder.
Yagi's heart seized. He couldn't just let him- them walk out.
"Izuku, my boy-!" Yagi grit his teeth and pulled again. Even if he couldn't fully close the distance between them, he could still get as close as possible. Part-way across the room, just enough to reach the nearest seat at the centre table. Anything at all.
There was barely a shift from his successor, and no clear acknowledgement to his name, but after a second he finally lifted his head, neck muscles straining as if it was the hardest thing in the world. As if the pull of sleep was far too inviting, or the sudden new weakness to his body was still offsetting.
Hair was blocking his vision, strands ruffled and shielding his eyes, but contrary to the awareness he's been expressing a mere couple minutes ago, he now seemed absolutely exhausted. Glazed, unfocused, almost glassy and washed out.
"I'm sorry, Sir." The voice was there, and it was recognisable, though quiet. The higher lilt that his student always had, how it seemed to climb with each ending of a sentence. But now something seemed off, the sound was warped.
His pronunciation was off, his speech that little bit too perfect. Where before it had been rushed, now words were pronounced. Clear.
Like someone else was using his voice. As if someone was trying to mimic it, but falling short, just barely.
It was so wrong.
There was a long drawn-in breath, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, before he spoke again. "I don't know anyone named Izuku." His voice caught, "I don't know much, actually." The tone was quiet, the room silent as one hand trailed down to grip at the fabric of his captors suit again. "Onii-chan might, though."
All for One turned to the voice with a smile and immediate attentiveness.
"You'll help the man, won't you?" The question was quiet, and almost childish in a way. So open and vulnerable.
Yagi could only stare.
All for One just gave a small chuckle and nodded, placing a light kiss into Izuku's hair. "Of course, of course . I'll be sure to help him. I promise, Little Brother." It was a hollow speech, but the secondary meaning was lost on the dozing boy in his arms.
"Now, it's time you sleep," A hand was raised, fingertips lightly grazing Izuku's forehead. As if a switch was flipped, the body in his arms fell limp. Eyes slipped shut, breathing levelled out and Yagi felt a renewed vigour go through him. The pain in his arms meant nothing, the blood dripping down his palms and onto the floor below meant nothing.
That wasn't a natural sleep, it must have been a Quirk. One more Quirk on top of so many others that had been used, forced over the past couple weeks.
"All for One, let him go! Whatever you've done to him- he's- he's only a child!" Yagi shouted, words echoing around the closed off room. Izuku wasn't even through his first year of UA. He was a boy. People always forgot that in reality, these heroes in training? They were children.
The outburst just drew the same deep timbre of a laugh from the man, a hand lazily running patterns into his captives hair, curling the white strands through his fingers. "He's exactly where he needs to be. As are you, Toshinori Yagi. You'll have your uses still. My Little Brother will need someone to look out for him when I'm not here. He's such a sickly little thing."
With that, the villain turned, and walked from the room.
Yagi could only stare, as the dawning danger of the situation finally set in. The blood kept dripping slowly, the chains gradually went slack as they rested against the floor. Finally, the burning moisture in his eyes relinquished into silent streams of tears down his face.
He needed to get out. He needed to get to Izuku.
He needed… He needed to get them both home.
