It was raining the first time that he and his brothers/sisters in arms first came into contact with her. The being known as Mizuki Hanna Yukimora. She appeared out of nowhere in a bright blue-green flash of light, at the end of an intense battle where several civilian people had wound up injured.

He and several other hero's present had had to cover their eyes to protect it from the flash and calmly waited for it to die down before dropping their hands away from their faces, half expecting to see a gas explosion or something else equally disastrous when they finally managed to make out the small figure curled up on the ground and froze.

They simply couldn't help it. They had never seen anything so horrific before in each of their long careers as hero's, and as such they were in not only a state of inner turmoil, outrage and just flat out shock- but they were so upset that for a moment all of their knowledge and training went completely out of the window.

All that they could do was watch the scene before them in utter abject horror and mentally rage about what they were seeing.

Of course, this was back when they hadn't known Mizuki's name. Much less anything else about her. And to be perfectly honest...even today, after learning what they had of her and becoming her friends and comrades and teachers- they still would have felt rage over the tragedies suffered.

Because it was in that moment, however brief- that they were reminded of just how human, despite their enormous strengths and other powers- and fragile that they were.

And that was the crux of the matter right there.

This girl... No- this seemingly insignificant civilian stranger, had reminded them all of what they had in their arrogance, long forgotten.

It was around this time that several of them seemed to recover enough of their senses to make their way over to the girl, the first of which to reach her was All Might whom knelt down on the ground next to her and quickly took stock of her still spurting injuries, the large pool of blood gathering underneath her on the wet ground, the bruised and battered face, the broken bones, and the eerily silent and still blood covered little blue blanket covered bundle tightly clutched to her chest as the girl stirred ever so slightly.

He could see that her consciousness was fading in and out. The possibility that she was even now dying right before his very eyes, weighed heavily on his heart.

Perhaps just as heavily as the fact that she was holding a dead infant. Or rather what seemed to be what was left of one. Part of it's body was missing and the rest was just...a mass of shredded flesh and blood.

Looking at the girl again, he gauged her age to be between seventeen and nineteen years old. So the possibility that the child was hers made his chest ache.

A mother should never outlive her child. Not even if it's by several moments.

It was simply cruel.

She had long dark hair, black or perhaps a dark brown- it was hard to say. Her skin between the bruises and such was a chalky white (probably from blood loss) and for all intents and purposes, she might have been a hauntingly lovely young woman.

But now...

Turquoise eyes, not so unlike his own fluttered open again and locked with his own for a moment as her mouth worked as if she wished to speak. This made him cautiously reach out and gently brush some of the blood from the corner of her pale lips before she managed to choke/sob out softly in a desperate sounding voice that was much to weak to carry very far.

"I-I got m-my- baby?" It seemed more a question than anything leading him to believe that she was more than a little bit disoriented. Again, it was probably because of the blood loss. But there was little that he could do about that right now considering that moving her would only kill her all that much faster.

So instead he simply nodded his head somberly.

She gave him a broken looking smile before uttering the word, "Good. I-I was w-worried that I was dying for nothing..." She took several shuddering breaths, coughed up some blood and with a pained winch, lay her head back down and lamented in what could have been an almost comical way if the situation hadn't have been so grave. "Why is this taking so long?"

Unbidden, his lips twitched a little bit. Not because her complaint was actually funny. But because he had never heard someone complain about the speed in which they were dying before. Didn't normal people usually want to live forever or some such nonsense?

He himself only had a few years left thanks to the injuries that he sustained in a battle with a villain about eight or so years ago. And that was only if he didn't do anything stupid to piss away his remaining time.

Something that he often had to fight against given his natural bouts of stupidity. After all, he was in no big hurry to stand before his maker. Suddenly deciding to change the subject and hopefully distract her a little bit from her loss and her impending fate, he asked. "So what's your name?"

"M-Mizuki." She stammered out from between wet, ragged breaths. It sounded as if her lungs were now filling with liquid. It won't be long now, he thought to himself sadly as he attempted to give her a smile, but failed even as he said.

"Mizuki is a nice name."

"Not r-really..." She wheezed before tacking on slowly, "I hate my name. What about you? What is you're name?"

Now under normal circumstances he would never entertain the idea of giving his birth name, choosing instead to continue to let the world and everyone in it know him only as his alter ego. But since he doubted that she would be yelling his secret from the highest mountain top in her current condition, he decided to forego protocol and simply tell her.

Impending death and all aside, she gave him the impression that he could trust her to keep quiet and not tell anyone. As the saying goes, she would take the knowledge with her to the grave.

"Shh. You can never tell anyone, but my name is Toshinori." He said quietly as he put a finger to his lips. She gave him another broken smile and muttered,

"You don't have to worry about me Toshi-kun..." After which she seemed to finally slip into unconsciousness as several medics finally came running up to them at the behest of several others present.

Toshinori sat there in the mud, uncaring of whether or not he was in the way at the moment and let the medics prepare Mizuki as best as they could for travel. It took them far longer than he would have liked.

Thirty seven minutes was a damned eternity when one was holding their breath and awaiting the worst. Yet somehow they had managed to semi stabilize her condition and start an IV full of fluids and pain killers to make her more comfortable (just in case) and then carefully shifted her body onto a stretcher and then carefully secured her to it as he slowly stood up and oh-so-gently pried what was left of Mizuki's infant son from her arms and then stood back and watched as the medics began to race for more stable ground.

Leaving him standing there with the bloody remains of the infant in his large hands, feeling like all kinds a colossal fuck up. Never before had the hero All Might failed so spectacularly to save or help someone before. Not in all his years as a pillar of justice nor a symbol of hope.

And as he stood there, desperately trying to hold back the urge to rage on Mizuki and her son's behalf- he took a few moments to look around the decimated area in which he and the others had been fighting and wondered if she had lived in this area.

It had, at one time long before the battle that had occurred today, been a bustling and lively place full of people, plants, and life. Now all that remained were the barely there and still crumbling buildings, demolished streets, destroyed plant life- the place looked as if it were irreparably damaged.

And that meant that if she had lived in the area- then she had lost far more then her son and possibly her own life. She had lost her home, her car, any and all identifying records and ID's and passports. Any money that she had had from work or wealth that she had initially owned before the battle would be lost to her.

She would not have the means to bury her son if she lived.

Not to mention any way to pay for her own funeral expenses if she were to pass. Everything lost, if it wasn't claimed within an allotted time frame would be claimed by the government and placed beyond her reach.

Feeling himself grit his teeth in anger, he began to devise ways to get her what she needed if she should survive her wounds. After all those who oversaw the hero's that protected the people had programs in place to ensure that those who lost everything had ways of getting as much as they lost back so that they could get back on their feet again.

This included homes, clothing, food, medical care, funeral expenses, help finding replacement jobs, providing education ect. He could help her out by starting the paperwork and pushing it through as soon as he was sure that she would live.

Glancing down at what was left of the infant, his heart broke a little bit all over again even as he said, "She'll be okay. You're mother will need time and a lot of TLC, but she will definitely be okay. You'll see."

I will help her learn to be happy again, little one. This I swear to you.