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Izuku has to be in a weird dream. A weird, highly vivid dream. Yes. That makes sense, there’s no way this is real.
But… He knows he didn’t sleep. I mean he went to bed, yes. But he was still awake— hell, he was sitting up on his computer because he had to finish that assignment that he procrastinated until the last moment.
Then he heard that crash out the window… that, something, no. Someone was there, it lunged towards him.
And next thing he knows he’s falling out of the sky.
He immediately started screaming, he saw the ground come closer and closer until—
He dove head first into a (thankfully) open dumpster. He immediately regretted having his mouth open as he brought his head up and started coughing and gagging from the smell. God, something must’ve died here, he got it in his mouth, gross!
After expertly not throwing up all over himself like his body yearned, he decided that maybe he didn’t want to keep getting trash juice soaked over his pajamas more than it already has and crawled out of the dumpster.
Jumping off, he gave a second to look around. He was in an alley of some sort? There’s just trashcans and cardboard littered around, a light pole just outside barely lighting the streets. Where is he?
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing here? This is my turf!” He turned around to see a man walking towards him. It was a tall dude, definitely an adult. He had short brown hair, plain black clothes. There was a glint around the guy's hands reflecting back to Izuku, he took a closer look and noticed a knife? Ah— No, sorry. A hand. A hand with knives embedded between his fingers.
….huh?
“what?” He said intelligently.
“I said…” The man got closer, scowling and shooting daggers towards Izuku, but he couldn’t concentrate on that, not when he’s looking at literal daggers inside this guy’s hands. “What. Are. You. Doing. On. My. Turf?”
“Your turf?” He asked, because his brain cannot for the life of him comprehend what is going on here.
The man, who Izuku now realizes is dangerously close to him, points a finger at him, which wouldn’t be threatening if not for the literal knife embedded under the guy’s fingers. not like, stitched or taped to it— no. actually inside the finger. Curving under the palm stretching the skin around it like it’s part of him.
He has half a mind to think about the implications of having knife hands— how does he wipe?— before his body finally catches up and realizes that there's an adult man with fucking knives for fingers as he sprints down the alley. He hears the punk growl “GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!” as he runs down towards the streets.
His bare feet hurt against the rough concrete as he sprints with every ounce of energy his body has, his soaked pajamas cling around him. Maybe there’s someone that can help? He looks around, only to see empty desolate roads. Great. Just my luck. Maybe he can find a police station? There was one pretty close to his house, but as he tries reading the road signs he realizes that he doesn’t recognize any of them.
Where is he? Wasn’t he just asleep? Why is a guy with knives for fingers chasing him? How did he even get those knives there in the first place?
He chances a quick look back to see if— yep. He’s still chasing him. His legs are starting to hurt, his lungs feel on fire even in the chilly night. Izuku wasn’t ready to start running for his life right after he went to bed, so excuse him from having such low stamina. he should probably turn somewhere, but where—
His arms quickly flail up as he stumbles over uneven pavement, hitting his head hard on the ground. He tries pushing himself back up, but the wind gets knocked out of him as a foot is shoved down his back. He flails and tries to grab the guy’s foot, only to have that same foot kicked right to his side. He winces, coiling in on himself. Fuck, he needs to get up, he needs to run.
The guy kneels down besides Izuku, he tries pushing himself up, but a hand lunges towards his throat, the same hand that is unnaturally sharp. He freezes, he feels the distinct sharp pain of a small cut as the hand stops just barely around his neck. They sit like this for a second. Izuku, hands and knees on the ground, blood, sweat and tears trash covering his body, and the man, a smug smile crossing his face, barely breaking a sweat.
“I’ll show you what happens when spoiled brats like you mess with me.”
This is it, this is how he goes. Bloody and scrapped, barefoot, in the middle of god knows where. This has to be a nightmare, how did this even happen?
He didn’t even get to finish his homework, or go to sleep, which is all he wanted to do before all this happened. Well, I guess he’s kind of going to sleep if he’s gonna die anyways, just the more permanent kind.
A long string shoots out and snakes around the guy’s torso, they instinctively go and grab whatever’s wrapped around him, only for the string to pull taught and making him stumble backwards. He grunted and looked back as someone leaped and kicked him right in the face, knocking him out.
Izuku doesn’t move, he stares at the now unconscious man as the stranger goes and wraps the guy’s hands and legs. He stood up and swept his hair out of his face. He looks kind of homeless, with his long unkempt hair and baggy clothes. He also has a long scarf around his neck, was that what he used to pull the guy back? He doesn’t see any other rope or string or anything.
“Hey kid, are you okay?” He asks. Coming over and crouching down in front of him. Izuku honestly doesn’t know how to respond. On one hand, he still has his head firmly attached to his body, so that's good. But on the other hand… well on the other hand he has no idea where he is. No idea how he got here. Scraped, hurt, and smelling like a skunk took a bath in rotten eggs. And now he’s staring into someone who’s definitely homeless and just kicked another grown up right in the head like a fucking ninja or something.
No, Izuku is not okay, in fact he’s far from okay. He’s terrified, exhausted, and ready to just wake up from this nightmare.
“Kid? Don't worry, I’m a hero, you’re safe now.” The hobo ninja says.
Yeah, no. He’s not dealing with this. One crazy guy is more than enough for Izuku thank you very much.
He springs himself up and starts to run, but before he can do so, that same string wraps around Izuku’s torso and pulls, making him stumble and fall butt first onto the ground. Ouch.
Now that he can see it better, it’s a lot softer and wider than a string. He turns his head back and sees that yeah, this guy just threw his scarf around him. He pulls the fabric out, only to have it tighten more around him as the guy pulls the scarf with his hand. He looks at the guy's face, somehow his unkempt hair is defying all laws of physics and standing up, and shining red eyes stares back at him.
“Let me go!” He calls, he stands up and grabs the scarf with both hands, tugging it and trying to get out.
“Hey stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He inches closer to Izuku, keeping the scarf taught.
“I don't care, let me go!”
“Kid, it's okay, I’m a hero. My name is Eraserhead.” He says it with such confidence, like that doesn’t sound completely crazy. Izuku needs to leave, but he can’t without this scarf on him, maybe he can try and attack him? No, he saw what he did to Mr. Knife hands, one kick and he’s gone. But what else is there to do? He needs to do something!
He goes to take a punch at the guy, only to have his arm twisted behind his back. He tries kicking back, only to have another hand block it. He’s just about to slam his head back when he gets a kick between his legs making him kneel. More scarf is wrapped around him as he struggled against the grip in his arm.
“Let me go! You delusional homeless ninja!” Izuku tugged against the fabric. Eraserhead gave him an unimpressed brow raise.
“Relax kid. I told you, I’m a hero, I just need you to listen to me and calm down.” He talks with a sigh, annoyed, as if he had any right. He was the one that trapped him!
“Yeah right, and I’m the fucking green lantern!” He’s wrapped around the scarf like a fly in a spiderweb, he tries pushing his arms out, biting into it, twisting and writhing, but nothing, not even a tear. Seriously, how strong is this scarf!?
What is going on?? Why is this happening to him?? It was bad enough to be chased by that crazy punk, but now he has to deal with a delusional maniac??? And worse, one that thinks he’s a hero or something?!
“Green lantern?” Eraserhead looks at him with a furrowed brow, before slightly shaking his head. He reaches down and grabs a phone from his pocket, typing something as he goes back to look at Izuku. “Look, I just need you to get checked by medical, okay? Can you tell me your name?”
“Like hell I’m telling you my name!”
“Look, it's just normal procedure—”
“Yeeaahh, because getting cocooned with a magical scarf from a guy who drop kicked a wanna be Freddy Krueger isn’t weird at all! Just another Tuesday!”
Eraserhead decided to ignore his comment. “Can you tell me what happened? Why are you in your pajamas?”
“Ohh I don’t know! I was just minding my own business, when all of a sudden I’m falling into a dumpster! I couldn’t even start trying to figure out what kind of disease I got from the trash juice when knockoff Freddy Krueger started coming after me— like seriously how does he even wipe?!?! Does he have to use a stick or something?? What if he wants to drive a car? Write? Scratch his nose? Hell, I’m not surprised his face isn’t mauled beyond recognition, one yawn and he gets to be the new joker!!
Does he use some form of knife-sheath-glove hybrid if he wants to do anything with his hands? Is it just his hands or is it his feet as well? I mean that kick did feel pretty hard, did he made some special boots—”
“Kid.”
“WHAT?”
“The medics are here.”
“Hah?” He turns to see that yeah, there’s blue and red lights flashing from the ambulance van just behind him, some nurses are already walking towards him while some go towards the back of the car. He can also see to the side what looks to be a cop? No, they have a vest, but he’s wearing a suit underneath it. Detective? Wait… “you called the medics?” He was honestly shocked, he thought he was just trying to act the hero or something.
“Yeah? I told you. Is that a problem?” He sounds… Angry? No, apprehensive?
“I mean, no but—” He looks around, besides the nurses no one seems to bat an eye that this guy is just sitting here trapping Izuku. “Why is no one—” His eyes go back to the detective and he’s looking back at him too. That's it! This is my ticket to escape!
“Hey! Detective!” He yells, the detective startles a bit at that but comes in closer, he sees his eyes darting between him and Eraserhead, so it’s not like it’s his imagination, the hobo ninja is real and still, no one is doing anything. “This guy is trying to kidnap me or something!? I don’t know what his deal is but he’s dangerous! He has some kind of voodoo magic, He’s delusional!” God he sounds like the crazy one. But how can he even start to describe this? I mean yeah he technically saved Izuku, but he’s basically holding him hostage! And what was that thing with the hair and eyes? Did he just imagine that? Maybe he’s the one going crazy after all?
The detective blinked a couple times, shaking his head and frowning a little before looking away towards the scarf magician. “Eraserhead? What's going on?” Great, Izuku just loves being ignored. Also are they together?
Eraserhead just sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Honestly, I’m not sure. He was getting attacked by this villain. I went to help him but he resisted. I told him he wasn’t in trouble and that medical’s coming, but he’s started acting strange so that’s why you’re here.”
Izuku just stares between the two, why is the detective just ignoring him? Can’t he see that Izuku is in danger? Isn’t he supposed to help people? Why are the medics just sitting here? Can’t he see the cuts in his neck? What if it gets infected from the trash? what—
The detective hummed in thought, looking back at Izuku. “Kid? What’s—”
“What’s going on?!” Izuku can’t take it anymore, nothing is making sense. “Why are you guys just talking to each other like you’re buddy-buddy?! He’s talking about heroes and villains like it's the most normal thing to say! You need to help me! Why are you just standing there? Why aren’t you helping me? He’s holding me hostage! You’re a detective! Do something!” He’s tired, he’s scared, he’s angry, why is no one listening to him? Why are they looking at him like he’s crazy?
The adrenaline is wearing off, tears start prickling his eyes. The scarf is too tight, his chest hurts, his legs hurt, his arm hurts, his neck hurts, his head hurts. He’s starting to shake, this can’t be happening. Both are just staring at Izuku, why are they looking at him like that? Why is Eraserhead confused? Why is the detective apprehensive?
They both look at each other, the detective gives a small shake of the head, what does that mean? Why did he say no? Was it something Izuku did? Did he do something wrong? Did he fail some test? Why are they together? Do they work together? Why didn’t the detective help him? What do they want from him? Are they gonna kidnap him? Will he see his mom again? This can’t be happening—
“Where am I? Who are you people? I just want to go home! I want my mom! Let me go!” He’s fully crying now, his stomach hurts, his head hurts, his chest aches, he feels like he can’t get enough oxygen, nothing is making sense.
“Shit-” Eraserhead loosens the scarf around Izuku, he takes that chance to thrash out and pull the scarf fully, holding the bundle in his hand, he throws it towards Eraserhead’s face in frustration. The fabric just flutters against the wind before unceremoniously plopping to the ground in front of him. He scooches back a couple feet towards the ambulance, hugging his knees together and burying his head inside.
His chest heaves, he cries under his arms, he can still smell the garbage in him, he can feel his sore legs from running so much, he can feel the knife pressing against him, feeling his own heartbeat in his throat. He’s so scared, he doesn’t know what’s going on, he wants to go home.
“kid.”
His arms are tingling, his body feels numb and hot all at once, he can feel everyone watching him, his breath is strained.
Why is this happening to him? Did he do something to deserve this?
“Kid.” A hand startles him to look up, Eraserhead’s hand is over Izuku’s shoulder.
“Dont touch me! Leave me alone!” He swats the hand away. Izuku flinches as the so-called hero stands up, but they listen and start to back away. They don’t go too far, but enough to where Izuku feels a little safer. Once he’s a good distance away, he hugs himself back and buries his head between his legs.
“Okay, okay. Just breathe kid.” Izuku wants to tell him off, wants to just tell him to shut up. Instead he lets out an exaggerated gasp as he starts feeling lightheaded.
“Good. like that. I’m gonna count to four and I want you to match with your breathing okay? Four in, four out, can you do that for me?” He doesn’t respond, but Eraserhead just starts counting, Izuku tries to match the rhythm as his breath hitches, four in, four out.
When his breathing becomes too fast or he forgets everything around him, Eraserhead just guides him back to his breathing. He focuses on his voice, trying to drown his own worries. He’s starting to feel the tingling in his body slowly drift off, his breaths are more even.
“Okay, you’re doing good kid. Keep breathing, just like that. Can you tell me five things you see?”
He opens his eyes, he can see his pajamas, how the soot and grime clings around it. “Uhm, my Pj’s, they are uhm, They’re covered in dirt.” He can see the patterns of his shirt, it's a pattern of panda faces. “My shirt, it's uh, there’s pandas on it” He can see the blue and red light leaking under him. “Lights.”
“Four things you can feel?” He feels how his arms are tight around himself, how his wet clothes clings to his skin, how cold the concrete is, the blood around his neck.
“Arms, clothes, floor, blood.”
“Three things you can hear”
“Me, you, ambulance.” He takes a deep breath, he’s coming back to himself. He rubs his face against his arm.
“Two things you can smell.”
He peeks out of his arms, Eraserhead is still in the same place, but now the detective is beside him. He turns his head a little and watches the medics, they are starting to unzip some of their medical supplies.
“Trash, snot”
“One thing you can taste.” His face scrunches, he’s surprised it took that long for him to remember it.
“Ugh.. Trash juice.” He grimaces and shakes his head, leaning to the side and trying to spit the taste out. “Don’t remind me.” He looks around and notices that everyone is just staring at him. His face heats up as he realizes he just cried in front of a bunch of strangers, covered in trash, while wearing pajamas. His eyes look at Eraserhead, who looks to the side behind him and nods at the nurses.
At that, the medics go to Izuku. They’re bringing their medical supplies, one is pulling out a blanket, one is grabbing a small notepad, others are on stand by.
One of the medics crouches down in front of Izuku, he notices her purple eyes, is she using contacts? Seems kind of unprofessional. “Hey there, my name is Shimizu, is it okay if I check you out? I have a quirk that can see your vital signs, but I need to touch you.” Izuku blinks one. Twice. Did he hear that right?
“You’re asking me... if it’s okay for you to touch me… Because you have a uh, a quirk? That sees my vitals, like uh— like my pulse? You kind of need to touch me to check my pulse, no?” He stares at her, she seems a little caught off by it. Izuku relaxes a bit, right, that's just his brain going crazy, good. Wait… that's even worse!
“Well… yes but not exactly. I can check on your pulse yes, but I can also see your blood pressure, oxygen saturation, blood sugar. Things like that. Is that okay? If you have a touch-based quirk that might interfere you need to let me know.” She gives a reassuring smile, Izuku sighs a breath of relief. That’s good, he’s not going crazy, he’s just surrounded by it. Amazing.
He just needs to get through this. Yes, they are absolutely out of their minds, but they don’t seem like they want to hurt Izuku, which is a small mercy he will take. Although a little resistant, because he has no idea what she means exactly by “using” and “quirk”, could be a code for something. He shakes his head, he just needs to get through this. Let them do whatever they need to do and find a chance to escape, yes, that's a good plan.
“No no, it’s okay I— ah, I don't mind being uh, touched or… or anything.” He scratches the back of his head, god this sounds so wrong.
“Great! I just need your hands for a minute, okay?” She brings both her hands out, Izuku reluctantly follows suit. He’s just staring at their hands together for a while. He can feel how warm her hand is, it feels a little weird just having their hands on top of each other like this. Nothing seems to be happening, he frowns, this just feels useless.
“Aaand, there! I’m all done!” He looks up, she brings an arm up and over her face, wiping the sweat off her forehead, she seems a little out of breath. She gives a little smile while her golden eyes stare back at him. Wait, golden? “Seems like your vitals are pretty good considering everything, your heartbeat is a little high, but that’s to be expected.”
“Your eyes!” They changed colors!
“My eyes? Oh! Yeah , my eyes change colors when I use it. It has a time limit so when my eyes turn back to purple I can use it again, pretty neat right?” That's not what Izuku might describe it. Less neat and more completely absurd. But hey that’s for the course right? Lets see, we have: Freddy Krueger, hobo ninja, whatever black magic that scarf is drenched in, and a medic that should probably switch sides and become the patient. At least the detective is still somewhat sane, I mean he definitely believes all of the crazy guys, but he looks sane enough.
“Uh, y-yeah! That's really uhm, cool.” He looks around, he can’t keep staring at her eyes, it's kind of rude. His eyes meet the detective’s instead, he gives a small smile. He looks normal, no knives sticking out his body, weird eyes or hair. A sight for sore eyes.
The other medics go around finishing their check-up. They clean and patch up his scrapes and cuts, asks some questions about the injuries: yes I fell down and hit my head, yes Freddy Krueger did cut me, no I’m not in too much pain right now. Before he’s directed to the back of the ambulance. He sits at the edge of the door, wrapping himself around a thermal blanket one of the medics gave him. He doesn’t feel cold, but the blanket is nice. He tugs his legs in and wraps himself with it, he feels like he’s inside a warm burrito, the metal shimmer of the blanket just emphasizes it.
He sits there for a bit, the medics are moving around gathering back their supplies. Eraserhead followed him to the ambulance but he’s a good distance away while still keeping him in sight, kind of creepy, but he’s glad, he doesn’t wanna get captured by him again. The detective is talking to Eraserhead, they’re too far for him to hear it, but he watches as they give small glances back to him before talking some more. Man, if you want to gossip about me at least try to make it less obvious.
The detective heads back towards Izuku, he watches him in trepidation as he sits beside him. He extends a hand in greeting as he asks. “Hello, I’m detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. I would first like to apologize, I know this hasn't been the best uh, time for you right now—” Understatement of the year— ”And for that I'm very sorry.”
He stared at Tsukauchi’s hand suspiciously. “Do you also have one of those like, touch-based quirks?” He’s gonna cooperate with them, but that doesn’t mean he trusts them.
“Wha- no, I— uh.” He seems caught off by the question. “Not a touch-based one.” He says simply.
That doesn’t sit right with him, he frowns a little more at the hand, like it personally offended him. He looked the detective straight in the eyes, as he reluctantly shook his hand back. He made sure to hold their hands together probably longer than socially acceptable, just to make sure. But thankfully his eyes didn’t change, at least he doesn’t seem to be lying to him. “Nice to meet you, Tsukauchi.” He reflects that same simplicity before letting go.
Tsukauchi clears his throat, “right. So, I would like to ask you about what happened today, but first I just have to go through some basic questions, okay?” He nods, this should be easy.
“First, what is your name?” He grabs a notepad and pen from his pocket, scribbling down something before looking back at him.
“My, uh- My name is Izuku Midoriya.”
“Okay, how old are you, Midoriya?”
“I’m 15”
“Do you know where you are right now?”
“Yes?” he answered like a question, the detective frowned a little at that. “I— I mean I uh, well it’s pretty obvious we’re in Japan,” I hope, “but I'm not sure where…”
“Can you be more specific?”
He sighs, “No, not really. I have only lived in Musutafu ever since I was a kid.” He gives a small smile. He misses his home.
“Musutafu?” He repeats, Izuku just nods. “Midoriya, we are in Musutafu.”
He frowns at that, “no? This looks nothing like Musutafu...” If he’s still in Musutafu, that means that he’s not too far from home. Izuku is really familiar with the city, the only place he hasn’t been to was the Outerline, and that's for a good reason. It's a region at the border of the city that’s considered an anarchy of sorts for years now. The criminals were controlling a big portion of it, and the cops were either bribed or dead. Companies that were there left the place after the gangs became a bigger issue, until only people left were outlaws or gang members. If he’s still in Musutafu… does that mean?
“Are, uh… Am I on the Outerline?” He glances around where they are. It’s a pretty nice place, there’s some big sky scrapers that seem to be taken care of. Just off into the background he can see an apartment complex, some of the light can be seen through the windows. A gas station brightens most of the road they’re in, the store is closed, but there’s no shattered glass or spray paint on it. It doesn’t seem like a place for criminals to flourish. Plus the detective being here out in the open like this isn’t something you see in places like that.
“Outerline?” He just shot back a confused look, “No. Midoriya, We’re in the downtown part of it.”
“No we’re not,” he said with a scoff. There’s no way we're downtown, because— “That’s where I live, it looks nothing like this.”
Tsukauchi seemed genuinely surprised by his answer, it irked Izuku a bit. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah? Why do you ask?”
He seems to contemplate for a bit, before waving his hand, “it’s nothing. Let’s just get back to the questions. Can you tell me what happened today?”
He squints at him for a moment, but just sighs and answers it honestly. “Look, I know this will sound crazy. But just— just humor me for a second.
“I was laying down on my bed, just minding my own business. When my window crashed and this, this like shadow looking person? Barged into my room. I don’t know if it’s because of the darkness, or how fast it all happened. But I just saw this vaguely black human come at me before I’m just, falling out of the sky? Like one second I’m in bed, and the next I'm going head first into a dumpster! I stupidly had my mouth open from crying like a banshee— I swear I can still feel it in my mouth. Are you sure I didn’t get any diseases from it? I need a blood test or something—”
“You’re getting sidetracked.” This is the second time Izuku got interrupted when trying to explain his side, he shot an angry glare towards where he heard the voice. Eraserhead is behind the detective, with that same glare and crossed arms, making him jump. How did he get so close? Is he gonna try and capture him again? He brings his hand down and slides farther back into the ambulance. Eraserhead just stares at him, “You fell into a dumpster. What next?”
“Well. Before I got rudely interrupted— for the second time mind I add— I was at the dumpster. I climbed out and, wanna be Freddy Krueger over there,” He tilts his head, “thought I was invading his turf or whatever—”
“Freddy Krueger?” Tsukauchi’s turn to interrupt.
“Yeah? You know, the guy with knives for fingers? Mauled face? Black and green stripes? Going inside your dreams to kill you? Seriously? You’ve never heard of him?” He just stared dumbfounded at the detective’s confusion, he chances a look to Eraserhead and just sees that same hint of glare, but now with a slight tilt of brow.
“Wow, you guys must live under a rock, I kind of feel bad for you.” He can’t help but smirk as Eraserhead turns back into his pissed off face.
“Anyways, so yeah. Knives for fingers got big mad at me. So I just ran because I like my blood to be inside my veins, and not out there for the world to see. I tried finding a police station or any open shop or people, but I couldn’t find any. He was closing in on me and I tripped.” He winces in pain at the thought, “I, I tried getting up but uh, he held me down with his foot and uh,” he slouched a bit. ”He— he kicked me on the side. I think I might have slid over the pavement from that? I have some scratches on my side so probably. I- I tried getting up again but uh, he uhm—”
He looked down and pressed a hand over his neck, they wrapped gauze around his throat, and after cleaning it it didn't hurt as much, but he could still feel the cold hands just barely grazing him. He remembers being so scared to move, not even swallowing as he stared into the guy. “I- I couldn’t move. His hand was, it was right at my neck. It— I was so scared.” He feels his throat squeeze, “I thought— I was like ‘this is it’ you know?” Tears built up in his eyes, he felt so tired. He leaned back and put an arm over his face “I just—” He sighed, “I just wanted to finish my homework and go to bed, was that too much to ask?” He chuckled a bit, but it held no emotion.
“What happened next?” Tsukauchi prompted, but Izuku stayed quiet. He felt exhausted, this rollercoaster of emotions is gonna make him puke.
“That’s when I came over and got the villain,” Eraserhead answered instead. Izuku felt a little grateful for it, though he would never actually admit it. Eraserhead took it over from there, Izuku adjusted himself a bit in the ambulance. He was still sitting on the floor, so he got up, stretched for a bit and climbed onto the gurney in the middle. It’s not like anyone is using it anyways.
Laying down felt amazing, he couldn’t wait to just get back home and on top of his own blankets. He’s so tired, he’s way past his bedtime and with all this running, crying, and interrogating he just wanted to take a quick nap, he shut his eyes and tried his best to curl into the small blanket they gave. He still kept his ears peeled in case they were planning something, but besides Eraserhead's less-than-stellar recounting (Seriously green lantern too?!) and the nurses checking in some facts with the detective, Izuku’s willpower was starting to dwindle as sleep slowly crept up towards him.