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A dark chuckle echoes through the speakers, shaking the hallways of the prestigious hero school, Yuuei High School.
It’s unfamiliar and even more unwelcome to all those who hear.
Deep within the school, teachers of the school sit at the edge of their seats, praying for Nezu to track where the video stream is being recorded. The air within the conference room is stiff and condensed. Everyone waits with bated breath that Nezu will find the location in time.
The day started out like any other, maybe just slightly more humid than the day before. So what if they were expecting a storm in a day? It’s a normal thing for springtime. There was no chance that anyone could’ve predicted this.
Aizawa, who’s sitting with clenched teeth and his hands stubbornly grasping the armrests of his seat tries to envision this morning, a time before everything fell to shit.
All twenty of his students were plastered across various couches and chairs of the common room, some students even spread across their friends in a comforting sense of allegiance and friendship. As cheesy as it was to witness from Shouta’s perspective, it’s what his hell class did to find comfort and stability in each other. They’d suffered far too much, so the least Shouta could do was to allow them this.
He only stood there for a second until he ran over to the kitchen to get some more coffee in his system. It’s something he’s taken to doing. Checking up on his class in the common room before getting a second fixing of coffee for the day and then returning to see if he had missed anything.
No, he was not a father or a doting teacher. He was just trying to keep his damn students out of trouble.
Not long after he returned to the common room, his problem child came up to him asking for permission to visit a nearby cafe with his friends, handing out their filled-out permission slips, just awaiting a teacher’s signature.
Knowing Problem Child’s record of running into villains, Shouta was glad that he was deciding to have friends tag along with him, and a decent amount to form a small posse around the boy. Sighing with no real exasperation toward his student, Shouta quickly flipped through the pages, signing where he needed to, granting Midoriya and his friends permission to leave campus.
He watched his students jump excitedly at the permission they were just granted and made a mad dash to their rooms to change out of their pajamas and into their street clothes. While Shouta made his way over to the seats surrounding the kitchen counter, he watched his students hurry their way toward the front door, excitedly putting their shoes on and chattering without a care in the world.
It was later on in the day that Shouta found out that the cafe they were so excited to go to was planned as a trap to grab one of his students. They had made posters and somehow spread the word to his students privately, informing them of a chic, new place with tasty treats with false reviews.
The villain group had one goal: to capture Midoriya Izuku. And that, they did, leaving his other students to gape as their closest friend was ripped from their grasps, unable to save and retrieve him.
Seeing Uraraka, Iida, Tsu, and Todoroki look utterly defeated was something Shouta never wanted to see again. It was disheartening and cruel.
Now, here they sit, avidly watching their student get tortured. Hearing whimpers and stifled screams have never hurt Shouta as badly until today. They were killing his student, letting his blood drip onto the floor of an undisclosed space. Here Shouta watches as the fight gets ripped out of Midoriya forcefully as people drive knives into the kid’s skin.
Shouta has seen what the kid puts himself through when he uses his quirk without restraint. He only hopes that this pain is less. He hopes that there’s enough drive and determination within Midoriya that will help him make it through the night, at least until the heroes are able to locate and retrieve him.
Wet coughs boom through the speakers as one person repeatedly kicks his kid’s stomach with sickening squelches and thick thuds reverberating through the speakers. These noises will never escape Shouta’s mind let alone anyone else in the room.
Nezu types faster and faster. For the first time, Shouta sees his boss get frantic and worried.
“Give up now?” A grave voice crackles.
With slight shaking of blood-tinted, damp curls, Izuku refuses. Shouta’s heart steels itself, knowing that the boy won’t give up. He’s compelled to yell the words even though he knows it’s illogical. There’s no way his boy would hear him.
He’s beginning to fear that there’s no way to save him.
With more blows and blood dripping down his skin with no more bones left to break, Izuku still breathes. Shouta’s proud and frightened. What a powerful force Midoriya Izuku is.
Nezu slams his paws onto the table, startling the teachers surrounding him.
It’s quick. There’s no room to be any slower. They must get his student and bring him home. Handing out the assignments, Shouta was already out the door to face and break those who dare lay a finger on his student.
He’s almost ready to break them as they broke Izuku. But no, that’s unheroic. Better yet, he leaves them with a few broken bones and lets them rot in jail where they belong. His capture weapon already twirled in his fingers, he’s whipping his way across buildings to get to the location Nezu sent him.
He’ll get his student back.
And Midoriya Izuku will live.