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“I’m going to go on ahead Yamada, would you mind finishing up with the police?” Nemuri ran a hand through her inky purple hair and gently pushed her red glasses up through them a coy smile playing at her lips. “Someone needs to check on our dear young students.”
“Oh yeah, I’ll meet with all my listeners and make sure none of them are shaking their socks off!” Hizashi vocalized snapping finger guns at his friend as he backed up, walking closer to the police that was aiding in the general evacuation. “You make sure all those little listeners are as safe as can be!” With that, he turned his back onto his longtime ally. The moment that he turned away from her, the seductive smirk fell from her lips as she lifted a small communication to her lips.
Quickly making sure that eyes were off of her she ducked quickly into the decrepit building, even more in shambles than it had originally been thanks to the use of Present Mics quirk. The moment she ducked into the building she whispered into it. “All right, phase one has been completed as ordered. Himiko-chan the next phase is up to you.” Before the pro managed to put the communicator away, she heard a delighted squeal from the other end.
It was with that, that Nemuri began to climb the crumbling steps careful of where her foot was landing, timing was everything during this part of their mission. At this moment Himiko, who was disguised as a little girl, was supposed to be leading Hizashi towards the building, right under a dangling bit of glass and concrete. She had to laugh at the sick poetry of it, and how their school group had turned out: dead, quirkless, dead (that is if things were going according to plan), and villainous. With a heavy sigh, she felt her foot hit the top of the steps causing her to sigh deeply. There was only one thing left to do, wait.
“Hey, hey, hey little listener! I’m sure that it’s going to be all right! We’ll find them in no time” Hizashi’s voice was so loud that it was still clear to her what he said, even several floors up. A clear sign that the final stage of their plan.
It took a lot more than she thought it would to lift her leg and stand on that window ledge, looking down upon the streets that Hizashi had managed to clear in a record time. Biting her lip knowing that this was the moment of no return. Tying part of her whip around her waist and attaching the other to an old support beam just in case she leaned too far. “Yamada!” As the word left her mouth she grasped the hunk of debris above her head. His voice must’ve been softer now as she could only see him lean down to speak to her ally, who had already ducked into the building.
Hizashi’s brow furrowed slightly, why was Nemuri still here? Something definitely seemed like it was off but he couldn’t let this kid know it. As he turned to where the kid had been standing just moments ago a chill ran down his spine as he noticed she wasn’t there. His head swiveled quickly to look to his other side expecting to see her there. When he didn’t the off feeling increased exponentially, and he looked upwards towards where he thought he had heard his friend and instantly froze. It was in fact his friend standing there but the moment he locked eyes with her, the debris in her hand began to plummet. “Run, Run, RUN, scream do something anything!” His brain was screaming at him as he stared at the huge piece of debris hurtled downwards at him. At the very last moment, he threw himself sideways, but it was seemingly too late, as he felt something collide with his head and his world went completely dark.
The next thing that he registered was his eyes being ripped open and a bright light being shined into his eyes, he tried to move his head out of the way but his body wouldn’t respond. Panicking more, he attempted to shut his eye, but nothing happened. “You’re lucky you found him when you did kids. Any more time under that rubble and he probably would not have made it this far.” A new voice penetrated his eardrums, someone, he had to assume was a doctor this theory was further proven when a woman in a white coat leaned over him before shutting his eye plunging him back into darkness.
“We’re very proud of them.” Now that voice, that voice he recognized. It was her, Nemuri a woman he’d considered a friend of his. “Now children, I think it’s time that we leave the nice doctor to her work.” He tried to make his voice work, tried to call out that it was her she’d done this it was her fault. He could hear several pairs of footsteps leave the room before the doctor spoke again.
“It was no problem, I understand how hard this must be for them. They made their best effort, but it seems like it is all for not.” The doctor sounded quite sad and a sinking feeling returned to his stomach. “We haven’t found anyone with a strong enough healing quirk to undo all the damage, I know you and Eraser are still searching but it seems like we’re reaching the point where the more dignified thing is to let him pass.” The doctor’s words shocked him, was he actually that bad that the only option was to let him die?
“I understand ma’am. I will try to convince Shota, but he hasn’t budged yet.” Her voice sounded so genuine, so concerned he almost believed her himself before it really hit him. The woman he’d spent so many nights with since he was a student, the only person who knew him even half as well as Shota did was the traitor. Not only that, but she had tried to kill him.
The clack of her heels moved suddenly, heading away from him. He tried again, to scream, to move, to do anything at all anything to prove that he was here, that hope wasn’t gone. He wasn’t entirely sure if this was something he wanted to prove to himself or to the doctor but all he knew was he needed to do something. “You are one of my favorite heroes. I really don’t want to be the one to sign the certificate.” The doctor sounded just as sad and nervous as he felt. “Please, I don’t know if you can hear me, or if you can register what I am saying. But please, give me something anything to prove there is hope. A flicker of hope will go a long way in helping you to recover.” The doctor opened his eyes again. He could vaguely see a humanoid shape now.
Blink, blink. God damn it Hizashi. Something this small has never had such a heavy effect on his life. A soft warmth washed over him, the doctor’s quirk must have had something to do with stimulation, meaning this was his only chance. As the warmth washed up and up his body he waited, one chance, one second and all he had to do was blink .