After All Might carried the viewing deck of the Sky Egg tower down safely, Tensei thought he could melt with relief. As he instructed civilians to safety he kept his face a calm mask and did his work with professional efficiency as he should. But nothing prepared him for this. Nothing could've prepared him for this as he heard the heart wrenching cry of a girl of a familiar voice from behind him, within the rubbles and turned to see— to see—
He almost felt his heart stop, as his eyes landed on her, with broken sobs ripping from her throat and arms cradling a small form, a small, fragile, familiar form and rocks and sobs and though the sirens seems to cover her voice she wails. As he watched Kimura Akemi wailing with despair, the cheerful, funny, loony Akemi always smiling always laughing— cradling her best friend in her blood-stained arms. Cradling Ueno Hibiki in her trembling embrace.
His brother's friend—
One of his brother's best friends—
Leaving one of his side-kicks's side he rushed towards Akemi, the girl's sobbing now, voice too broken too shattered to form another sound, yet he thought her silence seems to be the saddest sound he's ever heard. He reaches her side and got to his knees, gently he takes the broken form of Ueno Hibiki in his arms.
He looks, and whatever relief he once felt shatters.
As the many reporters rushed to his side, eager to interview him Toshinori put on his biggest smile, his reassuring smile as he always does and scans over them all. " I'm afraid I don't have much to say," he said, hands on his hips, "except, thank heavens everyone survived!"
But as soon as this comment leaves his mouth, he remembers.
The girl who recharged his quirk, extending his limit and indirectly, perhaps, saved hundreds of lives today, was cradling someone in her arms.
The girl— she was cradling someone, a person, a broken, fragile someone—
His mind went blank as he remembered the blood, the blood like blooming roses on her clothes leaking from her head in rivulets—
His thought screeches to a stop as he felt his limit drew near once more, but didn't the girl recharge him? He should have quite a bit more time than what he's used but there's no time, not now. He gave the reporters a rushed goodbye and as they were distracted he his behind the crates and boxes and reverted to his considerably frailer form. With a hushed call to Tsukauchi he catches the man's attention and quickly got himself some new clothes to wear over his hero costume and something to drink.
"Is she your little sister?" He asked the detective, as they watched a dark-haired woman instruct more jackets and drinks to be handed out, "I'm glad she's safe."
Tsukauchi gave him a grateful smile, before seemingly reaching a sudden realisation and bowing quickly," on that note, I'm sorry for getting bent out of shape." His tone is a little sheepish, Toshinori smiled and waved it off.
"It's fine," he reassured, "in fact, it was your impassioned plea that got me here in time to save everyone." Then the girl crossed his mind once more, "that, and I suppose, a girl." He mumbled under his breath.
"I'm... not sure I follow?" Tsukauchi questioned, confusion clouding his features, and Toshinori sighs.
"I was already nearing my limit as I rushed here." He explains, voice somber, "after I cleared the area where I landed the viewing deck I was partially running on fumes— that was, until this girl recharged me with- most probably, her quirk." He frowns, "it would seems like the energy doesn't last as long, but recharging my quirk gave me the time to do it properly without straining myself, or else my limit might have took a drastic hit."
For a while, Tsukauchi looks thoughtful, " then she must've knew about the limit." He concluded, " or felt something was wrong, or else she wouldn't 'even stepped in."
"I agree." He nodded before looking around at the ambulances gathered around. "But I can't seem to—"
Then the bombs regenerates, grows, and after a swarm of mini-bombers and a quick Nebraska Smash later the issue is resolved.
It wasn't until quite some time later he got a jacket from Tsukauchi again and began walking around the scene, hoping to find the girl.
"She is probably not going to be near one of the ambulances." He mused, walking by Tsukauchi's side as they searched through the area, "she don't seems to be injured—" he froze in his tracks, the memories of the bloodied girl in her arms resurfacing in his mind and he realised what he said to the reporters not quite long ago might not be true because the girl was bleeding, bleeding out in rivulets she was loosing blood quickly and dying—
Not everyone might have survived.
Frantic, he jerked around and back towards the area where many ambulances was gathered, and a heart wrenching sound reach his ears and—
There she is, the same golden-eyed girl, stained in blood as she clunched the front of one of the heroes'- Ingenium's- costume, wailing against him as a form was rushed onto one of the many ambulances and crying with non-stop tears, and he felt his heart drop.
Please RnR for Hibiki's survival.
