Okay, I can't promise that updates will be daily but they'll definitely be once a week at least. You get this chapter only because I've written up to chapter 10 and I'm really having fun with this. Don't expect a chapter tomorrow because I'm celebrating a friend's birthday but I'll probably have chapter 3 up before Wednesday.
Yuudai Kojiko P.O.V.
A periodic beep echoes in the room.
I blink and feel my breathing being clogged by tubes.
My vision is blurry...can't breath well. It smells like a hospital. I'm probably late for class. Need to go to class.
I push myself off the bed with my elbows, it hurts. Like a deep ache that fills my body with a hundred gallons of water. It's difficult to move. I feel my body be pushed down by a hand.
Class...I'm late.
I open my mouth to speak but another hand covers my mouth. My vision adjusts to the bright lighting. The backlit figure of a doctor hovers in my vision.
Definitely a hospital. But why? Did I get injured at school? I thought those bullies were too afraid to come near me…
I try to sit up and speak again, both actions are once again denied. I feel my frustration boil under the surface of my skin.
"Please, Kojiko-kun, don't move yet. Don't speak yet either. Please." the quiet voice of a nurse floated to my right.
I blink and breathe.
Why? What had happened?
"Call Eraserhead!" The nurse's voice shouts.
"Call anyone from U.A. actually!" a different voice corrects.
Why can't I speak? Why can't I move? Everything is heavy. Everything is bright. I'm supposed to be at home. I'm supposed to be heading to school now.
3rd Person P.O.V.
Unfortunately for Aizawa, Yuudai had woken up in the middle of homeroom. Needless to say, the entire class was very startled when their normally calm and quiet teacher's sleeping bag form was suddenly broken by a loud, high pitched ring. Aizawa almost didn't respond, he was tired and sort of forgot what the alarm was even for. After a minute of rereading the alert, Aizawa ran out the door and left his students in silence.
"So, where'd Aizawa-sensei run off to?" Kaminari asked Ectoplasm, the temporary teacher, as Aizawa did leave without notice.
Ectoplasm nodded, "Eraserhead has urgent business to attend to and as do many of your teachers. Today will be a day off, this will not affect your grades in the future but you aren't allowed to leave campus because it is still school hours. Just think of the rest of your classes as free periods."
"Wait! None of our teachers are coming in today?" Mina jumped out of her seat.
"Yes." Ectoplasm paused, "Well, Present Mic is here today but Eraserhead, All Might, and Midnight have urgent business."
"What kind of urgent business? It's not a villain is it?" Iida asked while rapidly waving his arms.
Ectoplasm sighed, "It's not a villain." He paused, thinking carefully about what he was allowed to say, "I think Eraserhead should have mentioned 1-A getting a transfer student sometime this year."
"Transfer student!?" Mineta steamed, "Is she a girl? What size-"
He was immediately cut off by Sero who taped his mouth shut.
"Excuse me, but what does that have to do with why our teachers are absent today?" Midoriya asked politely.
Ectoplasm paused again, "It's most likely going to become public news after today so I'm allowed to tell you assuming that but please keep this a secret. The transfer student that is coming is currently in the hospital."
"Hospital?" Exclaimed most of the class.
"Most information was released two years ago as a part of a research paper but for the most part anything to do with the student's situation was kept out of the public eye, aside from a few persistent articles."
"So things like why they're in the hospital, what Quirk they have, what their name is, who their parents are, stuff like that, are all secrets?" Yaoyorozu reworded Ectoplasm's words.
"Yes."
"But are we allowed to know that information, because the dude is coming soon, right?" Kirishima asked.
"It's mostly up to the student. It's private as for why he's in the hospital and I'm not sure if he'd like me to tell you without his permission. Simply, it's none of our business." Ectoplasm shrugged and sighed, "I'll be going now. I'll be leaving a clone here to watch over you while I get back to my own classes. Behave yourselves."
Ectoplasm left, leaving a single clone at the door and everyone with more questions. Of course, Midoriya began to theorize all the reasons why a student would be in the hospital and why Eraserhead would be needed but then backtracked when he realized that it might be a bit of an invasion of privacy to try and figure it out. Other kids looked up online in old news of other kids going to the hospital or if Eraserhead and the other pro heroes had been spotted gathering anywhere.
Yuudai Kojiko P.O.V.
I've been laying completely awake and not moving for the past hour. It feels strange, not moving. The first half of that hour of not moving was filled with lots of different people and doctors and nurses. One doctor had repeated that I wasn't allowed to talk or move yet but didn't say why. Which was annoying. I want answers but I'm not allowed to ask questions to get those answers. The whole thing is stupid.
"All Might! You made it." I hear a new voice outside the door.
All Might. The hero?
The door slid open and I try to turn my head to the door but was stopped by more dull and heavy pain.
"I'm Detective Tsukauchi," the voice from earlier says and a head appears above me.
A man with hat hair and a brown coat with a tall collar. He grins and the sound of a chair clatters to my left. I turn my head, still in pain but a little less because I've been trying to turn my head for the past hour. Next to him is a very tall and muscular man wearing bright blue.
"Hello, Kojiko-shonen, I'm All Might!" The man grins widely.
All Might. Detective Tsukauchi. I blink and breathe, the most that I'm allowed to do at the moment. Though breathing is easier without that device that was blocking me earlier.
"I've been assigned to your case for the past two years, Kojiko-kun." Detective Tsukauchi informs me.
Two years…what's that supposed to mean?
"I'm glad you didn't wake up and freak out, maybe you're still processing everything." Detective Tsukauchi hesitantly carries out a one sided conversation.
"Um. For now," Detective Tsukauchi sighs, "do you remember the day you manifested your Quirk?"
Quirk...right. I have a Quirk now.
The doctor had mentioned something along those lines. The day I had manifested my Quirk would mean the day I was last awake. I was fighting with Mom again then I fell asleep.
I shrug. I remember it but not very clearly.
"I guess it might take you a while to remember." Detective Tsukauchi rubs his head.
"How about we start with what we know?" All Might suggests.
"Right." Detective Tsukauchi nods, "Kojiko-kun, I guess you're sick of people not telling you answers so I won't hold back on what I know."
I nod. Exactly. Receiving answers that I don't need is very annoying. I just need basic information like why the hell I'm in a hospital.
"For the past two years, you have been in a coma. Not because of any major injuries but because you manifested your Quirk and used up all your energy. Your body went into that state for recovery." Detective Tsukauchi says slowly and calmly.
Two years...coma...Quirk. I have a Quirk? What about Mom? What happened to her? What did I do?
"For starters, your Quirk allows your words to be physically manifested in some way. It's difficult to put into words and there's not much known but if you were to say 'float' at an apple, it's possible that apple would start to float. We're not extremely sure if that's what happens but that's what it seems to be."
I don't care about the Quirk. What did I do? Why isn't my mom here?
"We don't have any videos or clues of what happened the day you manifested your Quirk. However, what you said...caused no injury to anyone around you." Detective Tsukauchi smiles and says a small lie.
I open my mouth and shut it again.
"Your questions can be asked soon, Kojiko-shonen." All Might continues to smile.
A few silent minutes later there's a knock at the door. The door slid open without anyone speaking up. It's a droopy looking man. His hair is messy and bandages hang on his shoulders.
A mummy? No...mummies have more bandages. But he looks dead...
"Kojiko-shonen, this is my friend, Eraserhead." All Might speaks with as gentle of a voice he can in his muscle form.
Eraserhead awkwardly bows his head in greeting. I unsteadily nod back, getting a surprised expression in return.
"Eraserhead can temporarily erase Quirks, so if you talk while he's using your Quirk you won't hurt anyone. Okay?" Detective Tsukauchi explains in a simple way.
I'll hurt someone? Just by speaking?
I don't say anything, just nod and stare at Eraserhead. It is, to say the least, a bit awkward. Neither Eraserhead nor I have enough communication skills to declare when he's going to use his Quirk but luckily All Might and Detective Tsukauchi are there. All Might counts to three and Eraserhead uses his Quirk which startles me a little when his hair starts floating. I mean, who's Quirk has floating hair? I mean probably a lot but still.
"Now there's no danger of you speaking and using your Quirk on accident." Detective Tsukauchi smiles.
I nod and try to keep a lid on the overflowing container of questions that I had.
"Is there anything you want to ask? Do you need water?" All Might asks.
I blink and my thoughts jumble.
"Well, if there's nothing you-" Detective Tsukauchi begins but I cut him off on accident.
"Is all that really true?" I ask in a super shaky and scratchy voice. My throat itches and it feels like I haven't spoken in weeks. Well, apparently I haven't spoken in two years.
The three adults looked a little startled by my sudden talking but pushed past it.
"Yes." Detective Tsukauchi confirms, "You've been asleep for two years and are now fourteen years old. You fell asleep after manifesting your Quirk and using it."
"Is she okay?" I ask quietly.
"Your mother?" Detective Tsukauchi hesitates to answer, exchanging a glance with All Might before replying, "She's doing good."
I feel my eyes water so I hurriedly turn my head away from the Detective and towards the window.
That wasn't a confirming answer...that doesn't tell me what I need to know. But I can't argue, can I?
Throughout my life of being Quirkless, I discovered that it didn't really do anything to protest against bullies or talk back to teachers. The only person that really made me scream and shout was my mom but even then I'd never really screamed my throat raw. I mostly just stayed out of trouble and kept quiet. Well, there were a few times that I defended people from bullies but that was completely by accident because I just happened to be walking by.
"Um. You'll be attending U.A. High School once you've fully recovered. You might be just in time for the Sports Festival." All Might tries his best to cheer me up.
I nod.
U.A.? Not the Hero Course, hopefully. There's no way I can be a hero. After all, I don't have a Quirk.
"You'll be in Eraserhead and my classes, so you'll be able to train your Quirk without worries." All Might continues.
I freeze.
Quirk. Right. I have one...now...
"Well, I think that's enough for today." Detective Tsukauchi stands up, "We can come back tomorrow if you'd like. Just to talk. Maybe Eraserhead could even bring over some of your future classmates. Keep a somewhat normal life of a teenager with friends and whatnot."
My shoulders tense a little but I think of meeting someone my age. It could be like normal school because if two years hadn't passed it would be Tuesday. I take a breath.
"That...I think that's okay." I whisper.
"I'll gather a few people then!" All Might grins and leaves, Detective Tsukauchi following after him.
Eraserhead pauses at the door, "I know that you're probably still confused but if you need to, you can cry. It's probably been a rough day for you."
Eraserhead leaves the room as I watch. My eyes water again and tears drip out. I fall asleep after a few minutes. I dream of middle school and the day I manifested my Quirk. I think about my father and wonder if I could really be as great a hero as him. With a Quirk, I could definitely be a hero. Definitely.