"... can't believe... ... you guys are..."
"... the fuck... ... supposed... ... know?!"
"... Stop arguing... ... expect... ... there... ... accident..."
"... really stupid... ... not capable... ... are you even..."
"... probably... ... patrolling... ... didn't know... ... Noumu... ... all over..."
"... honestly don't... ... could you... ... so reckless..."
"... why... ... bring him here... ... the hell... ... thinking... ... should... ... hospital..."
"... listen well... ... nothing... ... altogether... ... certainly... ... to use his head..."
"... it's just... ... poor... ... feel so angry... ... you know... ... right?"
"... do anything... ... dealing with... ... can't help... ... about it..."
"... woke up... ... mean it... ... seriously... ... understand?"
"... SHUT UP, ALREADY! I... ... FUCKING GET IT... ... YOU SHITTY... ... WILL FUCKING APOLOGIZE... ... BIG DEAL... ... FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
Aizawa groaned lowly and the voices diminished for a moment. His body shivered, feeling a little cold. His head was throbbing painfully. A hand gently cupped the back of his head and carefully tilted it up before his lips were presented with the cool touch of water. He drank a mouthful before he tried to pry open his eyes, blinking blearily at his surroundings.
He shook his head a bit, trying to clear the blurry images. He tried to move his hands to clutch his head. The keyword was tried. He couldn't move them. Worst yet, he couldn't feel them at all.
"He is awake." One of them stated the obvious.
"Are you still in pain? I got some painkillers with me." One of the voices offered kindly.
What happened? Where was he right now? Who were these people? Their voices didn't sound familiar at all. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was patrolling around the town.
Then, it clicked, the memories came rushing back to him at once. He was patrolling around the town when a big explosion happened nearby, rocking the street he was on. He immediately ran to investigate the explosion. When he arrived at the scene, it was to the sight of two recently known members of an emerging terrorist group destroying a factory to dust with explosion and fire.
When he moved to subdue them, something appeared behind him. A large, black humanoid thing with a very muscular body that got many scars on it. The brain was exposed on the top of it's head with it's large eyes around it. It let out an inhuman scream before it proceed to silently smashed his head to the ground repeatedly and broke both of his hands with a strength that rivaled All Might, introducing him to a whole new world of pain. There was a cold feeling of frozen ice and another loud sound of booming explosion before he was finally knocked unconscious from the pain and blood loss.
His inside went cold with a sense of dread. He forced open his eyes, blood roaring in his head with adrenaline. What was that monster? Where was he right now? Their hideout? Why didn't they just leave him there? Was that monster a part of their organization? Were they going to interrogate and torture him for information? He tried to calm his quickening breath.
The water. His throat was really dry and he just drank out of instinct when it was soothingly presented at him. Did they put something in the water? He cursed himself inside his mind for his own recklessness.
They didn't even tied him up. Either he was really messed up with his broken arms and bleeding head that he didn't look that much of a threat to them or they were just that confident with their strength.
They had the right to be so too, considering one of them easily took out the number two pro hero. He infamously made Endeavor looked like a complete and utter joke. He wasn't even the leader of the group. Who said the other members were not as strong as him or even stronger than him?
He was neither Endeavor nor All Might. He wasn't even in the top ten. He was just an underground pro hero. Eraserhead. Aizawa Shouta. He was just one person. There were at least twenty of them, all looking like a young adult that just stepped on their legal age.
He certainly didn't stand a chance but it didn't mean he won't try his damnedest. Either Hizashi or Nemuri should already notice his absent by now. Hopefully. He would pull his own end by surviving until the rescue forces arrived.
Or die trying.
So, he kept his mouth shut. Prepared for the worst. Prepared to die without divulging a single secret of his comrades to these villains. He glared when one of them approached him. He might not have enough strength to activate his quirk but it surely didn't make his glare any less intimidating.
The blond crossed his arms.
"You don't need to glare at me like that." He mumbled, feet shuffling and eyes not meeting him.
Someone cleared his throat.
Another purposely made a fake coughing sound.
The blond finally threw up his hands.
"ALRIGHT! FUCK! FINE! QUIT IT ALREADY!"
He looked him dead in the eyes with a glare that almost matched his own. "I am so fucking sorry that you got dragged into this." He bit out, expression turning sour. "Your turn, half-and-half bastard!"
"I apologize. It was a complete accident. We didn't expect for you to be there. The heroes were still a far distance away by the end of it and we couldn't leave you out there in the open because you were heavily wounded and in need of an emergency care. We already perform the first aid so your life is not in immediate danger of dying any more. We cannot bring you to hospital because of reasons. Beside, our hideout is closer than the hospital, anyway." He said in monotone with a completely blank face, devoid of emotion.
Reasons like you were currently one of the most wanted villains with a possibility of connection with All For One? Aizawa almost spat out.
"Are you still cold? We have some more blankets to spare." One of the girls asked him.
"Here's some water and painkillers in case you need it." Another girl said while putting some white pills and a glass of water near him.
"I could give you ices if you want it too." The young man who was called half-and-half bastard by the blond quietly offered by producing ice cubes from his right hand.
What kind of insane nightmare was this? Aizawa wanted to wake up. Since when did villains treat their hostage with such hospitality like he was some kind of an important guest or something? Not that he was complaining. This was certainly better than being interrogated and tortured for information.
But still...
This kind of weirdness didn't sit or bode well with him.
"Relax, man. It is just Aizawa-sensei! He would surely understand that you guys didn't mean it."
"Yeah! Bad things happened from time to time."
Now wasn't that something?
Wait a damn minute. Something didn't add up.
Aizawa-sensei?
One, he never gave them his civilian identity.
Two, he wasn't their teacher
Three, they were as sure as fuck were not his students.
"Aizawa-sensei? How did you know my name? Why called me your teacher?"
There was a pause for everyone around.
"Should we tell him?"
"This is Aizawa-sensei! We should totally tell him, man."
"Yeah, but this is not our Aizawa-sensei."
This was too confusing. Aizawa almost gave up trying to follow their conversation.
One of them finally came forward to him.
"This is hard to believe but this is the truth. Please trust us. We are your students and we come from the future with a mission to prevent the apocalypse that will end the world."
"That's pretty much caused by your supposed dad." One of them chimed.
"I still don't acknowledge him." The green haired one said with a pout while crossing his arms stubbornly.
What the hell?
Aizawa blinked his eyes. He couldn't hear that right. There was definitely something in that water or...
He opened his mouth and blurted out. "What are you on and where can I get some?"
