What the hell is an upload schedule?
Had trouble finding motivation to write this. Sorry it took so long.
Saifera General Hospital, Room 230 (secure wing).
With a quirk suppressant cuff on one wrist and an ID bracelet reading 'Nanashi Gonbei' on the other, Izuku Midoriya took in his surroundings with as much aplomb as he could muster.
That being not very much at all, he was nearly hyperventilating at the influx of sensory input, from having all of his nerves back in their usual configurations to the novelty of having binocular vision instead of the multi-directional mess from earlier.
His rise in heart rate signalled to the hospital staff that their unknown patient had awakened (or was potentially seizing from the irregularity being displayed) and his assigned doctor notified. Unaware of this fact, yet a rather rational and methodical thinker, Izuku's panic had lost steam and he had begun to rationalise his situation.
Going over his most recent memories, slightly jumbled though they were, he had deduced that either there were three likely scenario's that had led to his current predicament.
First was that the vocal sludge that had assaulted him had a quirk that mutated others in unpredictable ways and had been caught by surprise by the result.
Second was there had been someone else at the scene besides him and the slime man who had initiated his transformation.
Third was he'd been hit so hard he'd dreamt the entire thing and was recover- no wait that didn't explain the quirk cuffs. No it had to be-
"Ahem!"
If he hadn't been tethered to the bed he likely would have reached the ceiling by how high he jumped after registering he wasn't alone.
Doctor Nishin Kurenai (or Kurenai Sensei as she was usually addressed) had been observing the green haired teen mumble to himself for a full 3 minutes before announcing her presence because in spite of her time being quite valuable she found his deliberations to be, at the very least, somewhat endearing, like watching a dog waiting eagerly at a glass door that's already open.
She approached the bed, retrieved an electronic clipboard from under her arm and a stylus pen from her lab coat pocket, intending to rectify the lack of an identity on her paperwork.
"You are able to understand me?" she ventured.
"Y-yes," was the refined response.
"Are you able to tell me your name, date of birth and address?"
"Uhh, Mi-midoriya Izuku, July fi-fifteenth 2236, 3-2-206 Musutafu. Um … why am I cuffed to the bed?"
"You were flailing quite a bit after your form resettled, likely from pain as you were exhibiting the signs of a penetrating chest injury with severe bruising around your upper chest as if you'd been stabbed in lung through the sternum. Despite this somehow no foreign bodies, breaks or even fractures were found. We were hoping you could explain if this is a part of your quirk?"
"I don't have one."
"Pardon?"
"I said I don't have one," he reiterated with a downcast look on his face, avoiding her eyes, expecting pity or disdain as most adults usually displayed whenever that fact was brought up.
"Your, rather dramatic, entrance to this facility would suggest otherwise."
"I uhm, had been wondering how I ended up here. The last thing I remember was All Might rescuing me from a villain who turned me into a … something? I remember all my nerves went weird, like if you rewired a robot and told it to try to move normally. I had all these teeth and eyes everywhere and my mouth was where I would say the top of my head should be and there were these two long floppy things on either side of me that sort of felt like arms but not-"
"MIDORIYA-KUN!"
"S-sorry."
With a slightly exasperated look Dr. Nishin continued "An ambulance was called to your location by a Samaritan and when it arrived they were met with the form you have just described. The man explained that he worked for All Might and had been called to keep the situation in hand, whilst he delivered the villain to the police, and to relay everything to the emergency responders. The EMTs applied quirk suppressants and you shrank down to as you are now, though far more injured."
Izuku's expression had run through a wide array of emotions throughout the explanation before settling on puzzlement towards the conclusion.
"B-but in order for the sup-p-pressants to have had that effect, I'd have to have a ..." unable to finish the supposition, a small sob shook his body.
"A late onset quirk awakening is usually limited to about the age of 6 or 7. One beginning after the onset of puberty has been thought to be completely impossible. Can you think of what cause- Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Do you have a parent or guardian I can call? I can't do further bloodwork on a minor without adult consent."
Izuku froze.
His mother was going to throw kittens, spew bricks and die of a conniption when she hears about all of this.
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Approximately 40 minutes and one very loud, watery, phone call later and Inko Midoriya was cradling her son (see squeezing him within and inch of his life), sobbing incoherently, if justifiably, about any of the number of things she'd arrived to address. For starters her baby was in the hospital, for another, he'd been attacked by a villain and for a third she was being told he suddenly had a quirk a decade late. To say she was a bit emotional was like saying being in a room with endeavour could be a bit warm.
"We'll have the results back to you within 3-5 days Midoriya-san. We will be looking into the original testing by this Dr. Tsubasa, and see if we can glean how such a lacklustre health practitioner has gone unchallenged for so long. Toe joints as an indicator has been a discredited practice for nearing 30 years now, especially considering mutant type quirks and secondary mutations. Your son displaying your green hair and eye colour are major indicators as quirkless, ethnic Japanese tend not to exhibit such traits."
Passing off the newly printed, patient information packet as well as the pathology forms to a nurse, Dr. Nishin suppressed a tired sigh and informed Inko that they'd like to keep him for another hour to check that the combined suppressants wouldn't have any lingering after-effects.
Turning to leave she glanced at the television that had been playing on mute since before the frightened mother had arrived to keep Izuku's mind off the nausea associated with intravenous quirk suppressors. Noting that a suspected villain attack had flattened part of a nearby school building she decided to pick herself up an unhealthy dose of caffeine because her shift wasn't ending anytime soon.
Inko, having calmed considerably, glanced up from her son, whose expression hadn't shifted from a thousand-yard stare since the announcement of him no longer being classed as quirkless (thinking over ten years of names, bruises, burns and isolation that could have been avoided), and the image on the television sparked some recognition.
"Izuku, sweetie … I-isn't that your school?"
With a robotic stiffness Izuku slowly raised his head to look at the TV and life returned to his features in the form of fear.
There, on the evening news were the remnants of Orudera middle school, two titanic gashes had been torn through the building and the area where they began had been completely flattened, a banner at the bottom of the screen expounding that, miraculously no one on site had been injured though a bright teal, glowing residue, resembling blood in consistency, had been found within the wreckage which seemingly combusted with minimal heat when touched. The footage cut to a news drone giving a birds eye view of the scene revealing an even more bewildering perspective.
As the camera view rose higher, the pattern of destruction gave way to an unmistakable silhouette of a human pair of legs.
As the mother and son were processing their shock, a tall, plain-looking policeman walked through the open door, knocking on the frame before entering.
"Pardon the intrusion, I'm Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. I'm looking for Midoriya Izuku!"
Dun Dun D- ouch, I bit my cheek.
A few easter eggs in this chapter for people who are looking.
- Saifera is a play on Thyferra from Star Wars where Bacta (healing goop) is apparently made.
- Nanashi Gonbei is basically Japanese John Doe
- The address given is, kind of, in jūkyo hyōji; it means they live in block 3, building 2, apartment 206 (The building 2 thing is actually from the manga but the rest is fabricated).
- The Doctor's name is written thusly in Japanese: 鰊紅. Make of that what you will.
- There will likely be nods to other (better) fics but hopefully no explicit theft. If there's uncanny resemblance with any others put it in a review and we'll find out if it's intentional or not.
Most of this story is planned out in my head but actually sitting down and writing it up is pushing proverbial uphill so updates may be sporadic.
If you have any questions/clarifications or just wanna yell at me my tumblr URL is baggytrousers27.
