Chapter 12
Shouto slowly blinked at the wall. He tugged on the "restraints" and readjusted himself in his seat, squirming until he got comfortable. He let out a soft sigh at the situation.
What kind of mission was this anyway? What purpose did he serve just sitting here?
The teachers scheduled an exercise that focused on rescue. All of the students had to race to get to the victim, and the fastest person there would receive extra credit and dibs on Lunch Rush's famous dessert.
Shouto wasn't too interested in the dessert, but he could always use the extra credit. With that, he could sleep more and study less.
However… Principal Nezu decided to add a twist to it.
Instead of using a dummy or mannequin as the victim or hostage, he put all of Class 2-A's names into a hat.
And lo and behold, Shouto's name was drawn.
So here Shouto was, sitting in an undisclosed room on an uncomfortable chair with his hands lightly bound to the armrests.
Since he was the lucky candidate to be chosen for this task, Aizawa promised him extra credit, but no dessert. Shouto was fine with this, but he had to admit he was a little bummed he couldn't compete against his classmates.
He was patient enough to play the victim, but he was incredibly bored.
He twisted a bit in his seat, letting out another sigh. How long had he been sitting in this room? It had to be at least an hour now. Was he really so difficult to find? He recalled Aizawa saying that there would be obstacles along the way, but would that really slow the entire class down this much?
Shouto leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling, pondering the situation.
He was friends with most of his classmates by now. After having such a rocky start, he came across as cold and aloof. But now, mostly everyone had warmed up to him. Even Bakugou exchanged less harsh words with him every now and then.
But…
"You think 'friends' will assist you when their lives are in danger?"
"You don't need them. They will only drag you down."
"They will make you weak, Shouto."
"You can only rely on yourself!"
"Don't be so weak-minded!"
Shouto sighed, feeling a slight twinge in his chest. He wondered if his friends… classmates… were even concerned for his safety. They were just doing this exercise for the extra credit and free dessert, right? It had to be the reason anyone would get so worked up over him.
Although…
The only person to get so worked up over him was—
Suddenly, a blast from the far wall rocked Shouto's chair, nearly knocking him over. He glanced over the wall and saw a gaping hole that someone had smashed into it, rubble everywhere and smoke starting to raise to the ceiling.
Shouto squinted, his brain wracking on who could've gotten here so soon and created such a large explosion.
Oh, great. He really hoped it wasn't Bakugou.
His wish was quickly granted when a shorter figure appeared through the smoke, his green eyes also trying to peer around.
Izuku? Shouto thought, eyes blowing wide.
Izuku noticed Shouto and his eyes briefly showed relief before panic overtook them again. With the assistance of his quirk, he hurried over by Shouto's side and grabbed Shouto by his shoulders, eyes looking over him.
"Are you okay?!" Izuku asked.
Shouto blinked at him, jaw dropping and unable to speak for a moment. When he didn't reply soon enough, Izuku's eyes widened even more as his shoulders tensed.
"Oh my gosh! Are you really that injured? Where does it hurt?" Izuku began to pat his hands across Shouto's shoulders and chest, his brows furrowing more and more as he struggled to find any wounds. "Wait, what if it's internal!"
"Izuku, I'm fine," Shouto said, finally finding his voice.
Izuku looked at him sharply. "What?"
"I don't have any injuries," Shouto explained. "I'm fine."
The darkness in Izuku's eyes lifted as he blinked at Shouto, almost not believing him. But when Shouto tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner, the crease in between Izuku's brow faded.
"You're really okay?" Izuku asked, kneeling down to loosen the bindings around Shouto's arms. "You're not lying?"
"Really. I'm fine," Shouto said, rubbing his wrists after they were free from the chair. "Why would you think otherwise?"
Izuku had charged into the room in such a panic—something must've happened.
At his question, Izuku's face went a little pale.
"Right before we started, Principal Nezu told us that you were injured," Izuku explained. He rubbed the back of his neck. "He said it with a smile on his face, but none of us knew if he was joking or not. So…"
Then, suddenly, Izuku's face turned red. His hand traveled up to his forehead, his fingers playing with his bangs.
"I… I guess I overreacted," he finished.
Shouto's chest fluttered a bit and he huffed out a breath, standing to his feet. He took a leap and clasped Izuku on his shoulder, offering him a rare smile.
"Thank you for worrying about me," Shouto said.
Izuku hesitated and then gave a wobbly smile, looking a bit bashful. He rubbed the back of his neck and hummed.
"Any time."
Shouto gagged and spit out blood, sending him into a coughing spell that rattled his broken ribs.
He was just punched in the gut by a hardened hand, thanks to some kind of rock quirk. It reminded Shouto of Tetsutetsu or Kirishima, but neither of them could turn their bodies into literal rocks.
But, apparently, Mori—the self-claimed quirkless-born man—was now wielding a fist made of stone.
Shouto swallowed some air and then glanced up at Mori, his eye twitching from the pain.
He vaguely wondered if this Izuku would come to save him. After everything that happened here, would this Izuku risk his life to come and save him? Someone that shared the face of his fallen friend?
Shouto swallowed some blood and pushed the thought away. He would have to depend on himself for now.
Mori stared down at him with smug satisfaction written all over his face.
"Well? Are you going to tell me who you really are, yet?" Mori asked, his hand changing back to normal. He brought up his other arm and ice formed up to his elbow.
Shouto winced, staring at his own quirk on the man's hand. But it wasn't quite his quirk. It belonged to the other Todoroki who lived in this universe.
When Shouto remained silent, Mori reached down to Shouto's left side and wrapped his fingers in an icy grip. The contrast on Shouto's hot side made his skin burn.
"Or should I try to encourage you more?" Mori asked, making his arm slightly colder.
Shouto winced slightly and shivered, but kept his mouth shut. As Mori continued to burn, slash, freeze, and melt his skin, Shouto took notice of a flaw in Mori's new abilities.
He could only summon one quirk at a time.
Mori took his hand from Shouto's freezer-burned arm and stared down at him, a thoughtful look on his face. The ice melted from Mori's arm and he turned back towards the wall, grabbing a device from the counter. He fiddled with it until a screen materialized on the wall.
Shouto moved his eyes to what was on the screen, his breath catching.
He was staring back at his own face. Well, a different version of his face. The word "deceased" was listed under his name, which made Shouto shiver slightly. What an eerie feeling.
"There has to be something here," Mori said calmly, his voice barely above a whisper.
His hands swiped on the device, moving the picture on the screen to a different inmate Shouto didn't recognize. He swiped again.
"I'm sure there's someone with a truth-telling quirk somewhere…" Mori said, swiping through and looking up at the screen.
Shouto took slow breaths, his entire body burning and stinging with pain. The wounds were starting to fester as the blood dripped down his ribs and soaked his pants.
His eyes darted around the room in search of some way to escape. He gave a tug on the shackles, testing their strength, but his body was so weak that his arms barely moved.
He sighed and readjusted his aching shoulders, his eyes going back up to the screen to distract his mind from the pain and the heavy temptation to pass out. A few more unfamiliar faces swiped through, Shouto blinking blearily up at the prisoners, his frustration burning like embers.
There were a few more swipes, more fuzzy faces passing by on the screen, until a familiar face popped up on the screen.
Shouto's heart squeezed and nearly dropped into his stomach.
On the screen was a purple-haired woman.
Whose quirk was labeled as "Rift."
Izuku hurried down the halls and warded off any guards along the way, sending all of them to different locations. Hagakure, Kacchan, and Kirishima were close behind, all eyes scanning the cells for their friends.
They came to a stop at a corner, catching their breath.
"Are you sure they came this way?" Izuku asked Kirishima.
Kirishima winced, scratching his hand through his black hair.
"I… I saw them go down this way, but maybe they went to the higher floors?" Kirishima said.
Izuku hesitated, putting a hand to his chin. "I suppose it's possible that they were led upstairs. There are other cells…"
"Well, let's hurry it up then!" Kacchan hissed. "I hate this damn place."
"We all do, Kacchan," Izuku said tiredly.
He was well aware of how awful this wretched place was. The image of Todoroki being shot to death would be burned in his mind for the rest of his life.
Todoroki…
Izuku chewed on his lip. He recalled the guard at the entrance ordering that this Todoroki be brought to an interrogation room. He wracked his brain and tried to reimagine the layout of the prison in his mind. It was a few floors up, if he remembered correctly, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was.
He wondered if he was okay.
"Midoriya!"
Izuku felt a tug on his sleeve and he cut his eyes to the space next to him. His sleeve was pinched in between two invisible fingers.
"I think I see Ochako!" Hagakure said.
Izuku's eyes widened. "Where?"
"Up ahead, cell on the left. I think I saw her hair!"
Izuku leaned up from the wall and peeked around the corner, squinting his eyes to peer down the hallway.
A guard was standing at the end of the hall, gun in hand, but in the cell, Izuku could see a splash of brown hair on rosy cheeks.
His chest tightened. It was her.
"Okay. I'll go talk to the guard," Izuku said, nodding to Hagakure.
Izuku gestured for Kacchan and Kirishima to stay put and he tiptoed around the corner, taking a deep breath before approaching the guard. He cleared his throat and kept his chin down so the man wouldn't peer at his eyes.
"Boss says he needs you in the outer wall," Izuku said.
He heard a soft gasp from his left, and a muffled, "Deku."
"Huh? What for?" the guard asked.
Izuku swallowed. "I think he said something about needing more reinforcement."
The guard squinted his eyes at him, suddenly looking apprehensive and wary.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in here before," the guard said.
Izuku's heart jolted. His lip almost twitched but he kept his face still. He could feel his legs start to tremble.
He had come too far to get caught now.
"I'm new, sir," Izuku said, straightening his back. He was surprised that his voice didn't crack.
"A newbie? What in the hell…" the guard groaned. He sighed and shook his head. "Of course Boss would want me down at the wall and not you. Fine. I'll check it out."
Izuku bowed his head politely to the guard as he passed by, holding his breath in his throat until he vanished around the corner. He released a breath and then hurried to face the cell, finally able to spot three of his friends all peering back at him.
"Deku!" Uraraka called, eyes sparkling.
"Midoriya, how on earth did you get in here?" Iida was standing next to her, wrists also in shackles.
"And what's with the uniform?" Tsuyu asked, finger on her chin.
Izuku quickly swiped the keycard, unlocking the door. He quickly yanked it open for them.
"I'll explain later. Come on!" Izuku said, gesturing for them to escape.
Without even a second thought, the three hurried out the door, running into Kacchan and Kirishima who had caught up.
"You guys are here, too?" Tsuyu said in amazement.
"And me!" Hagakure chirped.
"Huh?! Toru?!" Uraraka exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, gimme your shackles," Kacchan said, pulling out the key from his pocket.
He made quick work of their shackles, each of them all falling to the floor. They rubbed their sore wrists, a little red from the pesky needles.
Izuku took a step forward, eyeing them with a serious expression. "Do you guys know where the rest of our friends are?"
The other three exchanged looks. "We're not sure," Uraraka said sadly.
"We kinda got separated once we were put in here," Tsuyu said.
Izuku took a deep breath, staring down the hallway with sweat forming on his temple. They could just start searching every hallway, looking in each cell and sneaking around. But the guards would probably start catching on if there was a large group lumped together like this.
Unless…
"Kacchan, we need to make a quick stop to the bathroom."
Kacchan stared at him, eyes wide and baffled. The rest of the group also stared at him.
Izuku swallowed and gestured for them to follow him.
"Just… follow me," Izuku said.
He started down the hallway, hearing the footsteps of his friends close behind, until he came upon the same bathroom that he had ducked into earlier. He walked into the stall where he had left his gear, and he heard a collective gasp behind him.
"What the… Deku, what is this?"
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck as he stared down at the passed out security guard shackled to a toilet. He was wearing nothing but his boxers.
"Well, this wasn't part of the plan," Izuku explained, walking over to where he had stuffed the police uniform he changed out of. He tossed it to Kirishima, who caught it with a surprised look on his face. "Put this on."
"What? Why?" Kirishima asked.
"We need to split up," Izuku said, handing him the rest of the uniform. "You need to guide these guys out. Kacchan and I will go and find the rest of our friends."
"Just you two?" Kirishima asked, holding the uniform close to his chest. "Are you sure that's safe? What if something happens to you?"
Kacchan rolled his eyes. "We'll be fine, idiot. I have my quirk, anyway."
Izuku nodded. "You all should get your quirks back soon, too. But don't stick around. Get out now while you still can."
"But what about our friends you rescue once we're out of the prison? Who's gonna help them get out?" Kirishima asked.
Izuku put his thumb to his lip and studied the floor, mumbling as his brain frantically came up with a plan.
"We'll need a diversion," Izuku finally said after a moment.
"A fire would cause panic," Iida said.
"And if the fire alarms went off, it would be pretty chaotic," Uraraka noted.
Izuku blinked at them, nodding along as his thoughts started to come together. He gently rested his fist in his open palm, his jaw dropping as he came up with a plan.
"That's what we'll do," Izuku said. "I'll give you guys some time to get out. Then, we'll start a fire and set off the fire alarms. And while that's going, Kacchan and I can go around and find the rest of our group."
"I will come with you and guide the others to safety," Iida said, raising a flat hand in the air.
"Oh, uh… Thank you, Iida," Izuku said with a nod. He was hesitant to let Iida be anywhere near the madness, but… maybe working together would be the best way to solve this.
"Ugh, can we get on with it?" Kacchan bemoaned.
Izuku rolled his eyes and sighed, turning towards the door. "All right. Let's go."
Tsuyu hesitated, tapping her chin. "What about the rest of the people locked up here?"
Izuku paused by the door of the bathroom, looking at Tsuyu with wide eyes. He tossed the idea around in his mind, remembering the faces they passed on the way back to the bathroom.
"What do you mean, the rest? We don't have time for this!" Kacchan yelled.
The girls looked at each other uneasily. Even Iida looked a bit uncomfortable and unsure.
But Izuku thought back to what Todoroki had told him.
"We don't leave anyone behind."
He turned towards Tsuyu and stood firm, confident. He gave her a determined look, his eyes quivering with the severity of his next statement.
"We might not be able to save them all right now, but we will," Izuku said. "Let's save our friends first and then we'll come up with a plan to free the rest of these people."
The group collectively sighed in relief at Izuku's response, and even Kacchan seemed placated for the time being. Izuku nodded to himself, promising that he would someday figure out something to change this disgusting world.
"Lead them out and get them to safety," Izuku told Kirishima. "I'm counting on you."
Kirishima nodded, his eyes sparkling with determination. "Don't worry. I'll get these guys out."
Izuku nodded and then looked to Kacchan. "Let's go."
Kacchan nodded. He gave Kirishima a squeeze on his shoulder before he followed Izuku out of the bathroom, Iida quick to follow behind, as well.
The three hurried down the hallway, eyes scanning each and every cell as they rushed down the hall. The prisoners in the cells didn't even spare them a second glance as they passed, and it made Izuku's stomach twist.
Had they all just given up hope?
"Midoriya!"
Izuku snapped his head forward and saw Iida and Kacchan at a cell, Kacchan's mouth twitched in a small smile.
"Good thing these quirkless idiots are keeping you bastards huddled together," Kacchan said, his smirk growing wider.
Izuku hurried to the cell and peered inside, a smile lighting on his face, too.
"Tokoyami!" he shouted with glee. He glanced to the rest of the cell and his smile only brightened. "Jiro, and Shoji, too! You guys are all together!"
Tokoyami blinked at him in surprise. "Midoriya. What are you doing here?"
"How did you get in here?" Shoji asked under his mask. Izuku was surprised he was still allowed to have it.
"And why are you here? This isn't safe," Jiro asked, looking down the hall nervously.
Izuku didn't waste a second. He pulled out the keycard and swiped it on the reader, unlocking the cell door.
"We're here to get you guys out," Izuku said, yanking the door open.
The three looked stunned as Kacchan pulled out a key and started to unlock their shackles. Shoji had three sets of shackles on, but luckily the key fit all of them.
Once they were off their wrists, the three followed Kacchan out of the cell and into the hallway.
"All right, we still need to give Kirishima time to get the others out," Izuku said. "Let's keep moving."
It was her. It was the villain that sent him to this strange world.
But she looked different—purple hair tangled, face dirty… not the prim and proper woman he had met at the bank robbery back in his world.
Shouto swallowed. That was right. She wasn't alive in this world.
Was he… really stuck here?
"What's this?"
Shouto jolted, head snapping up to looked at Mori. His vision blurred as he stared up at the man in front of him, and he blinked quickly to see. He was starting to lose too much blood.
Mori was smirking at him, his face bright and open in a way that screamed he had the answer.
"You know this woman?" Mori asked, putting down the device.
Shouto frowned, trying to school his expression back into hardened stone. But Mori smiled at him knowingly, and Shouto knew he was too late.
"I see," Mori said, looking up at the screen to read the woman's description. "So you're not a clone or a imposter. You're from a different world."
Shouto glared, the muscles in his arms tensing. Mori chuckled a bit and walked back over to the chair, pulling on his white shirt and fastening the buttons.
"Her control over her quirk didn't have quite the finesse we were hoping for, but we still managed to grab a sample before we disposed of her," Mori said, tucking in his shirt. He grabbed his blazer and pulled his arms through. "Well, then. That seems to open up more opportunities for me…"
"O-Opportunities?" Shouto stuttered. Damn, his body was starting to go into shock. He was desperate to keep his eyes open, blinking until his vision cleared again.
Mori adjusted the blazer on his shoulders and smiled at Shouto.
"You see, Todoroki Shouto," Mori started, his name dripping like acid on his tongue, "Endeavor opened my eyes all those years ago. And now that I've almost accomplished what I need to do here, I might as well move on to bigger and better things."
He walked to the nearby table and grabbed a small dagger, one side of the blade sporting a serrated edge. He studied the blade for a bit, lifting it up to the ceiling to catch it in the light.
"I already have enough recruits for my army. And soon, once all the preparations are complete, I'll wipe out the rest of the quirk users as well as the resistance," Mori said. He tilted his head down to look at Shouto. "And then, I suppose, I should move on to the next world." He approached Shouto with an insidious smile. "Where I can do this all over again."
Shouto's blood boiled as panic seized his heart. He used every last bit of his energy to try to break from his shackles, but with his body too weak, he barely even lifted his back from the chair.
Mori chuckled and approached Shouto, a smirk still on his face. He leaned down and looked Shouto in the eye.
"All of those pathetic people you call friends will all be destroyed."
Shouto couldn't move, but his rage was about to burst. All he could think about were the faces of his friends, his classmates. Even Bakugou, with his mean comments and insults, was a face that came to mind.
And Izuku…
Shouto struggled against the shackles again, his face twisting into a snarl.
"You sick bastard…" Shouto rasped, his voice choking on trickles of blood. "I won't let you get away with this!"
Suddenly, Mori reared his hand back, and a glint of light caught Shouto's eye.
The movement was too quick, and suddenly Shouto was struck in the side with intense pain.
"Augh!" he cried out, heaving in pained breaths. He glanced down to where Mori's hand was and choked back a pained hiss.
The dagger was lodged into his side just above his hipbone.
"Looks like you'll be the first casualty of the new world," Mori said, patting Shouto's cheek with a bloodied hand. He stood back up and wiped the blood off of his hand with a handkerchief he plucked from his pocket.
Shouto grit his teeth and hunched forward, his body fighting to stay conscious.
He had to fight. He had to stop this man before it was too late.
He had to… warn the others.
"I would just finish you off quickly, but this end seems more deserving of a Todoroki," Mori spat, walking to the door of the interrogation room. He put his hand on the doorknob and glanced back at Shouto over his shoulder. "I wonder… Who really is useless to society now?"
Shouto opened his mouth to retort but Mori slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Shouto to hiss in pain from the object stuck in his side.
His vision was going dark around the edges, and he could feel his body struggling to have energy. But it was slowly shutting down. He could feel it.
"N-No…" Shouto rasped. "I have to… I have to warn them."
He glanced up at the door, watching through bleary eyes as his vision doubled.
"I have to warn… Izuku…"
Then, his world faded to black.
"Holy cow! Midoriya!"
"How did you get here?"
"Oh thank you, guys! Thank you, thank you!"
Izuku was surprised how quickly they came upon so many familiar faces. Several of them must have been bunched together after their recent capture, but they even found some who had been locked up for quite some time.
He nearly had tears in eyes when he found Ashido and Ojiro, both still in one piece together.
"Okay, we have a big enough group," Izuku said, looking to Iida. "We're going to start the diversion, so you can go ahead and get these guys out."
"Understood," Iida said with a nod. "Everyone, follow me! I will guide you to the exit!"
Their friends, a lot of them dirty and malnourished, nodded and followed Iida closely, all freed from their shackles.
Once they were out of sight, Izuku turned towards Kacchan.
"Okay, we need to create a diversion so they can escape," Izuku said.
Kacchan cracked his knuckles and walked towards a nearby wall, void of any cells.
"No problem," Kacchan said.
His palms started to crackle, and soon the sparks were flying everywhere.
Izuku felt more sweat on his neck. He put out his hands towards him placatingly.
"N-Now, Kacchan, this just needs to be a simple fire," Izuku said.
But Izuku knew his words weren't going to work. He's seen that look on Kacchan's face before.
It was pure rage.
"I'm blowing this place to kingdom come!" Kacchan shouted as he reared his hands back.
"Kacchan!" Izuku squeaked, but he was too late.
Kacchan thrust his hands forward, releasing a wild, uncontrolled blast that rocked the building. The explosion sent both Izuku and Kacchan flying backwards, their backs hitting the opposite wall.
When they looked up to assess the damage, Izuku's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.
There was a massive hole in the building that led to the outside, the edges singed and burning with pieces falling.
Izuku was surprised that the floor above them didn't collapse.
Suddenly, the fire alarms started blaring, and Izuku could hear the sounds of clicking, followed by an automated message over the intercom that said, "Fire in the east wing, floor 1. All prisoners must evacuate to the courtyard. All personnel report to the first floor for evacuation protocol."
Izuku's eyes widened, and he whipped his head around towards the halls, watching as all of the cellblock doors unlocked.
"What the hell's going on?" Kacchan asked, standing to his feet.
Izuku shook his head. "Looks like the explosion tripped some sort of emergency protocol," Izuku said. "All of the doors are unlocked."
As the words left his mouth, prisoners started to flee from the cells, all looking at each other. Once they noticed the massive hole, however, they made a break for it, ignoring Kacchan and Izuku altogether as they ran out.
Izuku blinked at them, eyes wide. "Well, I… I guess this is one way to get everyone out."
"Tch. Beats trying to find every single one of 'em on every damn floor," Kacchan said, pushing himself up from the floor and moving out of the way of oncoming prisoners. "All right, this takes care of this problem. Let's get the hell outta here."
Kacchan began to move towards the hole, his back straight, but Izuku stood firm, his hands curled into fists.
He couldn't leave just yet.
"We don't leave anyone behind!"
Izuku grabbed at his helmet and yanked it off, throwing it on the floor. He turned around and ran in the opposite direction.
"What the— Deku, where the hell are you going?!" Kacchan called.
Izuku glanced over his shoulder. "I have to find Todoroki!"
"Hah?! Seriously, that Clone?!" Kacchan yelled.
"I won't leave him behind!" Izuku rebutted.
Kacchan hesitated for a moment, and then released a frustrated growl, his hands yanking at his hair.
"Damn it, Deku!" he shouted, and then he took off down the hall after him.
Wha… ugh…
Everything… hurts…
My head is… spinning… I can't…
I can't… breathe…
"Shouto!"
H-Huh?
Who…
"Oh, geez, Shouto… Please, stay with me!"
Izuku…?
Izuku!
I'm here!
I'm…
Wait…
What about the other Izuku?
"There's so much blood… Why is there so much blood?"
"Midoriya, if you don't leave now, I will force you out myself."
"But, Aizawa-sensei! He's bleeding! He's hurt! He needs—"
"He needs you to get out so the doctors can do their jobs."
Ah…
Maybe I can go home.
Maybe I can…
Wait.
What about this other world?
Mori plans to destroy it.
What will the others do? They don't know what danger they're in.
"Shouto, please!"
Ugh… I'm…
I'm sorry, Izuku.
"Shouto…"
There's…
There's a world I have to protect first.
I will come back.
I will come back to you, Izuku.
I promise.
"Todoroki!"
Shouto opened his eyes blearily and stared at the fuzzy tiles on the ground, feeling his hands still tied behind his back. Pain was still radiating through his entire body, sending pinpricks of hot flames rushing through his veins.
Ah, he thought sluggishly. He was still in the other world.
He still had time to—
"Todoroki!"
Shouto suddenly felt a hand on his cheek. He slowly lifted his head and was met with two horrified faces.
"I-Izuku."
