When I woke up, I found myself uncomfortable, all the blood rushing to my head. I gave a small groan, disoriented.

"Why do I have to carry her dead weight?" The angry explosion guy from before was saying.

"You're going to wake her." An older woman cautioned.

"Good!" He bounced me a bit to readjust his grip, and I realized I was slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "You people really let anyone try, even weak-ass girls."

"And rude young men, yes." The woman agreed patiently, "Now put her down here, please. Gent-" I was tossed onto a bed and groaned. I opened my eyes now. The boy was standing with his arms crossed, not a scratch on him, but a good bit of soot and dirt. He didn't even glance to make sure I was alright.

"Can I go?"

"Test results aren't posted until tomorrow morning, but yes, you can go if you'd like."

He stomped out and I sat up, feeling weak and sleepy. Ugh, I'd really pushed it this time.

"Sorry about the rough ride here." The old woman said, sympathetic, "I'm Recovery Girl, and you're in the UA infirmary." I checked my arms and saw the scrapes, but seemed otherwise fine. The nurse began to disinfect the cuts and wrap them up. It was strange to me, for some reason. Maybe I just never got banged up. Surely that was it.

"Thank you." I politely held back a yawn.

"Usually, I would use my quirk to heal you, but that would take up a lot of your energy, and you don't seem to have much to spare at the moment."

"Oh, this is totally perfect." I assured her, blinking rapidly to try and wake up a bit more, "And I didn't hit my head or anything as far as I'm aware, so I should be okay."

"Yes, you only seemed exhausted." She agreed, "Feel free to get some sort rest before you go. The test is over anyhow." I smiled.

"I appreciate it, but I can't…" A shock of realization fully woke me, "Wait, what time is it?"

"Just after six in the afternoon. It took us a while to get to you, I'm afraid. Others had more serious injuries." I felt the blood drain from my face. Six? He'd been on his own for how many hours now? Shit, shit, shit.

"I need to go." I said, shaking myself to focus.

"You should really rest for at least another hour." Recovery Girl insisted, "You're looking pale, and you still seem like you could drop at any moment." Ignoring her comment, I asked,

"You haven't heard anything about a little boy being found around here today, have you?" Her expression changed, like she agreed that my tiredness was no longer relevant.

"No. I would know if they had found someone like that."

I set off running.

The gates were more freely open now, letting parents in, so I scoured the front, then the reception area, then inside. Nowhere to be seen. I started to fear the worst. That maybe he hadn't come to UA at all. I checked my phone: no calls or texts from the EMTs or police. No one had him. Unless...

I ran to the reception desk.

"Excuse me." I wheezed, "Excuse me, have you seen a little boy around here today?" The young woman blinked at me, taking a few moments to process my question. Finally, she said,

"No, no children that I can recall."

"Do… do you know where I can go to get some help?" I asked, panicking, "The… the police precinct or a hero or something? He's been lost for hours now." Saying it out loud made me feel so stupid for not reaching out to someone earlier. What was wrong with me? By the look on her face, this was exactly as serious as it felt.

The woman pulled out a radio and spoke into it immediately.

"Please be on the lookout for a lost child. Bring to reception if found." She then turned to me, "Can you give me your phone number? I'll call you right away if he pops up." I did as she said. "Now, the police precinct is four blocks south from here, but let me warn you; they have their hands full with the villain attack today, so I imagine you'd have better luck in the morning."

"The morning?" I exclaimed.

"You're welcome to try," There was no optimism in her voice, but a good bit a sympathy, "but by the look of you and the fading daylight, I say you'll have better chances once you're well rested and the police have more people free to search."

"And a hero?"

"There's an agency about ten blocks east." She confirmed, "Heroes don't usually do lost children, but if they're having a slow day…" She sounded skeptical. Right, villain attack.

I forced myself to keep the panic down. I would panic after I found a solution. Solution, solution...

Suddenly, my new friend Midorya's words resonated in my mind like divine intervention: All the teachers are heroes.

I'd take it.

"Can you tell me where I can find the teacher's lounge?"