"Kaminari?"

It was like I could reach out and touch him. I called him once, and then twice, but his golden eyes looked through me. A twisted smile crept across his lips, and his brows turned downward in such a way that he didn't look himself, but almost as if someone else was taking control of him. His movements were odd, and he swayed as he walked.

"You're here."

His voice was distorted, and mangled as if he were speaking through a telephone receiver. He stepped clumsily to my side, and the familiar scent of him filled the inside of my nose.

"Of course I'm here I-"

"I'll always be here, Kaminari. I love you."

Jiro's voice was high pitched, and energetic.

She stood in front of him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"I love you, too."

She bent in towards him, and pursed her lips. His eyes closed, and he drew in a breath as he leaned towards her.

"No. Stop."

My voice quivered, and I felt a lump grow in my throat as their lips met. His fingers caressed the side of her face as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Stop it. Please."

"Miya, wake up!"

My breath caught in my throat as my eyes snapped open, and focused on the ominous looking man standing in front of me. He shook his massive head, and sighed as he rubbed his temples.

"Another failure, sir."

"Lock them up," a grizzly voice demanded, "and this time make sure they won't escape."

The haggard looking, ominous man lifted me over his shoulder as easily as he'd lift a sack full of potatoes, and carried me down a narrow hallway with doors on either side. A loud bang echoed on the opposite side of one of them.

"Quiet." he scolded.

He pulled out a ring of keys out of his pocket, and unlocked a door towards the end of the hallway.

"Now, you behave, and don't go running off again."

He set me down on the hard, wooden bench against the wall, and turned his mouth into a gut wrenching smile. The door closed with a click that echoed around the large room, and he was gone. My chest felt as if it had been crushed with every breath I took. My heart beat sadly in my chest as tears flooded my eyes. I attempted to fight them off, but it was too late.

"Miya?" a voice called out softly.

Scout was seated next to me, though if she hadn't made a noise I wouldn't have noticed her.

"Are you okay?"

Concern flowed through her voice as she spoke.

"Yeah," I lied through my teeth, "I'm fine."

Her eyebrows were turned upwards in a worried sort of fashion, and her blue eyes seemed darker.

"What do we do now?"

I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest.

"I don't know."

"B-but the heroes. They-"

"They aren't coming."

Her eyes opened wide.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean they're not fucking coming, Scout."

She recoiled at the tone of my voice, and I instantly regretted shouting at her.

"I-I'm sorry. I just-"

I wiped a stray tear away with the back of my hand, and sniffed.

"I know." she said.

Her eyes seemed to brighten as they opened wide.

"Miya! All Might!"

I turned my head.

"What about him?"

She stood in excitement, and positioned herself in front of me.

"You believe in him, right?"

"Yeah, I-"

She returned to her spot next to me, and was quivering with exhilaration.

"If we can find a way to send him a message, tell him where you are, then maybe he can-"

I scoffed, and confusion crossed her face.

"No."

"No?" she asked.

"I'm the daughter of a villian. Why would he give a shit about me?"

She shook her head.

"You said it yourself. He cares about you. Now is not the time to get discouraged. You have to keep believing in him. We both do."

My heart sank at the sound of urgency in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Scout. I'm so selfish."

She laid her hand on my shoulder comfortingly, and smiled warmly.

"I'm just glad you're okay. I've seen horrible things happen to innocent people because of that creep's Quirk."

Her voice wavered, and fear flashed in her eyes.

"Scout," she looked over at me, "how long have you been held here?"

She twiddled her thumbs together nervously, and looked around the room.

"Um," she mumbled, "I don't know."

I felt as though I was going to be sick. When I swallowed it was hard, and rough. It felt almost like I was swallowing sandpaper.

"What do you mean you don't know."

My voice sounded distant, and irritable though not intentional.

"I'm not really sure how much more clear I can be."

She scratched the side of her head, and looked at the ceiling. It was almost relieving that the quirky part of her personality was returning.

"I remember being brought here."

Her voice was sullen, and void of emotion as she stared into nothingness.

"And then?" I questioned.

"And then I was locked up, and used for my Quirk. I don't remember my life before this. I don't remember my name. I don't know if anyone is looking for me."

Her voice trailed off, and she stayed silent.

"Hey," I nudged her with my elbow, "I'm sure someone is. When we get out of here I'll help you find them."

"Thanks, Miya." she said, with a weak smile.

"So, any idea how to get out of this room?"

The excited gleam in her eyes disappeared behind disappointment, and she shook her head.

"The doors are made of a strong titanium. I don't think your wings can do anything against them."

I winced as I attempted to extend them.

"I don't think I could if I wanted to. They're broken, remember?"

"Oh," she looked away, sheepishly, "right."

The fluorescent lights hummed loudly above us as we sat in silent concentration.

"What if we," she groaned loudly, "no, no we couldn't do that."

She put head in her hands, and sighed loudly.

"Scout."

She lifted her head, and looked at me.

"Yeah, what is it?"

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as I remembered that she had seen someone. A look of relief had washed over her face. It had to have been someone who was able to help.

"The person you saw with your Quirk. Did you see who it was?"

Her brows were furrowed when she looked over at me.

"I can't see faces. Just figures. Why?"

"One of the Pro Heroes may have been tipped off about this location. They could be scouting it out. If that's the case we have to find a way to let whoever it is know we're in here, and then-"

"And then they can get All Might to us!"

I nodded.

"Exactly."

She stood in excitement yet again. Her eyes shining with eagerness.

"That's brilliant. Except," she sat down, defeated, "there's no windows in this room. How are we going to get anyone's attention?"

A smirk crept across my lips.

"First things first. We're going to have to circle back to figuring out how to get out of this room."

She turned her head.

"Do you have any ideas?"

I extended my broken wings, and steadied my breathing as pain coursed through my shoulders.

"I'm going to have to spare a feather or two."

Her face became sullen.

"Are you sure you're going to be able to?"

I laid my hand on her shoulder.

"The pain will be worth the price of freedom."

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me.

"You're my hero." she said.