Piles of boxes stood between Aizawa and Izuku, but just knowing that his teacher had arrived allowed the tension he had been feeling to lift. "We're over here!" Izuku called, Aizawa finding them faster outweighing the risk of Rave knowing where they were hidden.

Bakugou moved quickly as Izuku spoke, binding Asahi's hands behind his back with the gym shirt he had taken from Izuku's bag. It wouldn't last long, but they only needed time for Aizawa to make his way across the room. As soon as the villain was secure, the boys took off towards the sound of Aizawa's voice. Rave was still somewhere in the building, and if Aizawa had heard their response then Rave mostly likely would have as well.

"Hurry up, Kacchan!" Izuku said. They rounded another corner, and Izuku hoped that they were taking the same path as Aizawa, but they couldn't afford to stand around with Rave still out there.

"What was that, fucking Deku?" Came the reply, but Izuku didn't answer, stopping so abruptly that Bakugou slammed into him sending Izuku sprawling across the hard concrete floor.

Rave stood in front of them, blocking their only path forward. Aizawa was nowhere in sight. "Ah, Midoriya-kun. And the extra." His voice wavered slightly.

"Who are you calling an extra, asshole?" Bakugou huffed, as he pulled Izuku roughly to his feet without looking at him.

The villain looked different from the last time they had seen him. His skin peaked, his hair in disarray, Rave looked nothing like the confidant man who had stood before them only an hour ago, boasting about the plans he had made for Aizawa.

Izuku did nothing to stop the grin that spread at the sight. Aizawa had clearly gotten to him, somehow. Rave was beginning to understand the magnitude of the mistake he had made.

"Eraserhead is here. You should give up now, before you make things worse." Izuku knew what he sounded like, repeating words that he had heard so many times in old superhero movies, but just behind Rave a shadow seemed to move.

With Asahi, Izuku had needed him to shut up. Rave needed to keep talking.

"Why would I give up?" Rave countered, the low light glinting across his face. "This was what I had planned all along. One pro hero out of commision, the other severely injured. I admitted that I had only counted on one hostage, but all plans must have a flaw somewhere."

One hero out of commision. What exactly did he mean by that? It couldn't be Aizawa, they had just heard his voice. So did that mean that Izuku had been right and that Present Mic had come along too? And severely injured? Maybe Rave was just exaggerating, trying to unsettle them, but Izuku felt his stomach drop at the words all the same.

"Let him fight." Bakugou said, glancing at Izuku. So he had seen it too then. "We don't need some pro hero to save us. Way he looks now, one explosion and I'd have this whole thing taken care of."

"I don't know, Kacchan." Izuku replied slyly. If Aizawa really had been injured, the only thing he could do to help was keep Rave distracted. "I think he could take maybe two. At the most. If they were small, of course."

Rave opened his mouth to speak, sneering, but Izuku continued.

"Aren't you concerned about your brother? He tried to stop us a few yards that way," Izuku said, pointing over his shoulder. "Tried to tell us your villain origin story. We didn't get to hear the whole thing, but what ever happened I'm pretty sure it doesn't justify kidnapping and attempted murder."

"Oi, Deku." Bakugou's hands started to smoke as he spoke. "You got to take out the last guy. This one is mine."

"Don't get ahead of yourselves, boys. I'm still the one in control here." Rave snapped, lifting a small tube to his mouth. Did that have something to do with his quirk? Izuku couldn't be sure but he readied himself just in case. "I had planned on waiting for Eraserhead, but it will be so much more entertaining to use this now. He may have had no problems fighting against Present Mic in the end, but I don't think he'll have the same resolve fighting-"

Scarves shot from the shadows, cutting Rave off as they circled over his mouth before criss crossing their way down until he fell to the floor with a thud.

"Aizawa-sensei!" Izuku said, and rushed forward as his teacher stepped into the light.

"Midoriya, are you okay?" Aizawa asked, glaring down at the bound villain with disdain.

Instead of answering, Izuku threw himself at the pro hero, wrapping him up in a tight hug. Aizawa stumbled as he looked down at Izuku in shock, his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. What had happened while Midoriya had been captured for him to greet him like this? And more importantly, what was he supposed to do know?

The longer Izuku hugged him, the more Aizawa felt like he needed to do something in response, and so he slowly lifted his arms to return the hug. Izuku's grip tighten, and then suddenly he was letting go, filling Aizawa in on what had happened while they were held hostage.

"Are you okay? Rave said you had been hurt badly." Izuku fretted, looking over his teacher in concern, reminding Bakugou once again how similar Izuku and his mother really were.

He watched them from a few feet away, his eyes narrowed at the scene. So this was the hero that had been training Deku? He didn't look like much, but from what little he had pieced together during this whole mess, that might have been the point. If Bakugou had passed him in the street out of uniform he wouldn't have paid him a second glance.

Aizawa Shouta looked scruffy and tired, dark bruises highlighting his eyes. He wavered on his feet as Deku spoke to him in a quiet but excited voice, glancing quickly at Bakugou as Deku talked as if he were making sure that he was also unharmed.

Whatever Bakugou had been expecting from Deku's secret teacher, Aizawa wasn't it.

"Midoriya," Aizawa said slowly. "You and…"

"Bakugou."

"You and Bakugou need to head back to the room at the other end of this hall. Present Mic is there tied up in one of my scarves. You need to get him loose and let him deal with the villains. He should be well enough to help now."

Izuku frowned. "What about you?"

"If he doesn't remember what happened, tell him I hit my head. I'll explain later."

"Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku asked, his voice cracking in his panic as the hero slumped over unconscious. "Kacchan, help me!"

"Can't handle something like this one your own?" Bakugou snapped, although he moved towards them, pulling one of Aizawa's arms over his shoulder. "I thought that was what all that secret training was about? You can punch villains in the throat, but not take care of someone who passed out? Fucking useless as always." But his words lacked some of their usual bite.

Izuku rolled his eyes. "Just come help me. Hopefully Present Mic will be okay like he said. We need to get Aizawa-sensei to a doctor."

Present Mic had recovered from whatever Rave had done to him by the time they managed to shuffled to the other room, Aizawa propped up between them, although he hadn't been able to get free of Aizawa's scarves' hold.

Izuku struggled with the bands, his hands shaking as he tried to get them untangled, sending Aizawa nervous looks whenever his hands would falter. He had been calm throughout the entire ordeal, through kidnappings and villain attacks, but the sight of his unconscious teacher had him more rattled than anything else. A

Aizawa had passed out, and Izuku might not know a lot about medical things, but he knew that that couldn't be good. Blood had dripped from the pro hero's face onto Izuku's shoulder as he and Bakugou had carried him. It was only then that he had noticed the smear of red across Aizawa's face, the blood matting his hair. Head injuries were serious on a normal basis, but if Aizawa had actually fought like that? No wonder he had passed out, and the sooner they got him to a doctor the better.

Which meant that Izuku needed to get Present Mic free.

"Oh, let me do it, stupid Deku," Bakugou said, pushing him out of the way before grabbing a handful of the the scarves' overlapping bands where they were the thickest across Present Mic's chest. Hizashi's eyes widened, still unable to speak, as he waited to see what the middle schooler was going to do.

"Kacchan, I don't think-"

"Just let me handle this!"

Izuku didn't have time to protest further as the smell of smoke rose and the echo of an explosion filled the room. Wincing on instinct, he waited for Present Mic's reaction, but nothing came.

Bakugou held the remains of the strands in his hands, and Present Mic, uninjured from the blast, pulled at the material covering his mouth.

"Thanks for that, kid!" He said, shooting him a thumbs up when he fabric finally came free. "And you must be Midoriya Izuku! Nice to finally meet you! But what happened to Eraserhead?"

Present Mic moved to stand uncertainly, the feeling slowly returning to his legs.

"Do you remember how you got tied up?" Izuku asked.

"I remember us getting here. There was a villain somewhere in the upper railing? But then nothing after that." He had been trying to figure out why he had been bound in Aizawa's scarves since he woke up, but everything that happened once they entered the warehouse was blank.

"Aizawa-sensei said that if you didn't remember to tell you that he hit his head and that he would explain later. One of the villains is tied up a few yards away from here. The other is a little ways further back."

"What first aid I know isn't going to go make a difference here. We need to get him to Recovery Girl." Kneeling beside Aizawa, Present Mic turned to Izuku. "You said both of the villains were tied up?"

Izuku nodded quickly, hovering over Aizawa.

"I called the police on the way here to explain the situation. They should be here any minute. You two stay here, watch over him. I'll go grab those villains and bring them in here. If the police aren't here by the time that's done well… We don't have the time to hang around. I'll shoot them a quick message before we head out, let them know it's an emergency."

"And Midoriya-kun? He'll be okay."

The police weren't there when Present Mic returned, but he didn't seemed concerned about that as he helped Izuku carry Aizawa to his car.

"Happens all the time in more remote areas," he explained. "I made sure that both of them were secure. They aren't going anywhere until the police get here, and Shouta and I can submit our reports later."

There wasn't room for both of Izuku and Bakugou in the front, so Izuku volunteered to sit in the back, Aizawa leaning up against him. The bleeding had stopped finally, but Aizawa still hadn't woken yet, and the more time that passed the more nervous Izuku got.

"What if the injury is too severe? He had been bleeding a lot, but head injuries always bleed a lot. Should he have been unconscious this long? I don't know how long it's been since he passed out, but he probably has a concussion, and I think I read somewhere that you aren't supposed to let someone with a concussion sleep for a certain period after? Why didn't I think to read more medical books before now? Injuries happen all the time as a pro hero. I need to be able to handle the most basic things at least, although this isn't exactly a simple injury."

Present Mic turned to Bakugou as Izuku continued to mumble. "Does he do this all the time?" He asked.

Bakugou twisted in his seat to glance at Izuku. "Every single fucking day."

The corner of Present Mic's mouth twitched. "Huh."

The ride from the warehouse back to the main part of the city seemed much longer than Izuku had expected, although he didn't know whether to contribute that to the fact that he and Bakugou had been asleep for the first trip out or because of his concern for Aizawa he didn't know. Present Mic already drove faster than the speed limit, and yet Izuku wished he would go faster.

"That had to have been the worst revenge plan I have ever seen," Bakugou said, his voice dripping with annoyance. "I didn't even get to do anything."

"You should be glad for that, you know." Present Mic responded. "Even though it was resolved fairly quickly, Shouta has a serious head injury, and I can't remember anything that led to it. It could have been a lot worse than it was. I noticed that one of the villains was tied up in a t shirt. How did you stop him?"

"Deku punched him in the throat while the asshole tried to tell us he was justified in kidnapping us. Didn't even let him finish talking," Bakugou grumbled. "Should have just let me take care of it, the idiot."

"I handled it just fine!" Izuku protested.

"Deku?"

"He means me," Izuku said with a sigh. Even after all those years, the nickname still stung every time he heard it.

"Interesting choice for a hero name, but I guess it is a little ironic. Proving everyone wrong by becoming a hero anyway." Present Mic allowed.

"It's not really-"

"Where are we going to take him?" Bakugou interrupted.

"Recovery Girl should still be on campus. She stays late incase anyone getting in after school training gets hurts. Taking him to Yuuei will probably be the fastest way to get him help."

Izuku fidgeted in his seat. He had dreamed of one day setting foot on Yuuei's campus. Of walking through those gates and seeing the place that had been responsible for teaching so many of the country's most successful heros. No one outside of students and staff were allowed on campus outside of the sports festival, and Izuku knew he would never be able to get one of those heavily sought after tickets. He had long ago resolved himself with the knowledge that if was ever going to get a firsthand view of the famous school it would only be as a student, and yet here he was.

He wished it could have been under any other circumstances but this.

The image of the school appeared as they turned another corner, the two tallest building just visible over in the distance. A warmth spread in his chest at the sight. This was what he was training for. This was his dream and-

Aizawa stirred, and Izuku's eyes dropped to his teacher, worried, but the pro hero still didn't wake. They crossed onto campus through the back gates, Present Mic passing Bakugou his phone.

"Call Recovery Girl. Speed Dial 2. Tell her Eraserhead is hurt and to hurry."

It was only now that they had reached the school, hearing the distress in Present Mic's voice, that Izuku realized just how much the hero had been holding it together for their sakes. For Izuku's sake. But now that they had arrived, help just moments away, the he couldn't stop his own worry from showing as he fumbled to get out of the car when they parked.

"Midoriya-kun, help me carry him towards that door. We aren't far from Recovery Girl's office. She should meet us on the way with a stretcher."

Izuku did as he said without comment. How could he have been so insensitive? Here Izuku was worrying over Aizawa, and he had only really known him for a month. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention to Aizawa-and Izuku had done his research before he approached him- that Present Mic was the man's best friend. Of course he would be worried about him just as much, if not more so. Izuku would make it up to him when he got they knew that Aizawa would be okay.

Just as Present Mic had said, Recovery Girl met them not long after they entered the building. She took one look at him, and then gestured for them to put him on the stretcher hurriedly. "What happened?"

"We don't know exactly, but he said he hit his head."

"That much is obvious." Recovery Girl replied. "Are any other rest of you injured?"

"No." Izuku said. Bakugou shook his head.

"I'm having a bit of a memory problem, but I think it's the side effect of a quirk. Take care of Shouta first."

"I'll be looking over all of you when I'm done with him," Recovery Girl huffed as they followed her into her office. "This shouldn't take me long. Wait out here until I'm done." She started off towards her surgical room, but stopped at the looks on Present Mic's and Izuku's faces. "And you did good getting him here when you did. He'll be okay. Just give me time." And then she was gone, the door closing loudly behind her.

Izuku, about to collapse into one of the waiting chairs, froze when he heard a voice he wasn't familiar with speak from across the room.

"That will give us a little time to talk then." It said, and Izuku turned. He had never seen the person sitting at what must have been Recovery Girl's desk in person before, but it would have been impossible not to recognize him.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Midoriya Izuku," said Principal Nedzu, his hands folded neatly in front of him. "I've heard nothing about you."

AN:And there we have the resolution to the kidnapping! Up next week: Nedzu, Hizashi and Izuku's first real conversation, and a decision to make about Bakugou

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