Waking up someplace unfamiliar was nothing new to Mizuki. After all it had happened more than a time or two in the past. Mostly during the two or so years spent serving as entertainment to depraved, wealthy men in clubs or brothels. It was a cruel way to have one's innocence ripped away. Even more so if it was chipped away a little bit at a time over the span of years.

Yet it was a little better than some other fates that she had seen befall other innocents before. But just barely.

Looking around the room she noted that it looked nothing like her usual cell. Nor was the body of her baby son there to torment her. Which was unusual.

Normally her master/master's didn't hesitate to torment her to remind her of her place in the food chain. Yet...something was off. She wasn't sure exactly what it was for sure. But something was. The world around her...didn't seem... Her train of thought was cut off by this huge assed blond guy wearing a stupid grin and a red and blue outfit, pushing an wheel chair.

The hell?

"Mizuki-chan, I'm most happy to see you awake again even under these terrible circumstances. If you are ready to see your young son now- I will take you to him and even help you with any plans that you have for his burial." The man said.

Mizuki blinked for a second, her mind somewhat spitting images of what had occurred between her and her latest master and her failure to protect her son to the rain and the big blond guy dropping to his knees beside her as she lay in a puddle of her own blood.

For all intents and purposes to the world, dying.

And then the name Toshinori hit her like a ton of bricks and all she seemed able to say was, "You're real?" She had really thought that she had dreamt him. He had seemed like something that a delusional mind might conjure up in the midst of dying.

After all, he was...warm. Unbelievably so. And seemed to be brimming with kindness and compassion. Things that she had only seen and experienced once or twice in her young life as both a weapon and a slave.

He laughed. Obviously thinking her joking before saying in a booming voice, "Of course I'm real. What else would I be?"

It was on the tip of her tongue to say, A really good figment of my imagination, but refrained and yelped- startled, when he suddenly reached down and more or less swept her up in one arm and carefully deposited her in the seat of the wheel chair and then grabbed the top cover from the bed that she had been sleeping in and draped it over her lap after he took a moment to fold it over in half so that it was layered.

And then moved himself around her so that he was behind her and slowly so as not to startle her too badly, begun to wheel her out of the room. The moment that they were in the hallway, Shota fell into step beside Toshinori whom had run to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall a few moments ago so that he could assume his other identity as All Might before using his super speed to zip back. Grabbing a wheel chair as he ran through the hospital halls like a mad man in his weirdly oh-so-eager-to-please, sort of way so that he could speed things along a little bit and take the woman to view the body of her deceased son.

"Oh, that reminds me- Do you recall my name?" Toshinori wondered aloud as he walked, his neon blue eyes taking in Mizuki's odd mixture of confusion and curiosity as they moved along to the elevator.

"It's Toshinori. Right?"

"Yeah, that's right! I'm so glad that you recalled it Mizuki-chan. Anyways I just wanted to make sure before I introduced our shadow here," He said with an amused grin as she turned her head a little bit to look at Shota who had been walking beside the blond in utter silence, observing the two curiously. "His name is Shota. I'm sorry that I can't give you our last names, but it's for privacy's sake. Not to mention it's also for safety reasons. Both yours and ours. I hope that you understand. Anyways, he's a decent guy and until I can help you get on your feet again, he'll be helping me make sure that you have what you require. Even if it's something as small as an fried to talk too or a shoulder to cry on."

Shota had objections to be given more work than he already had, however due to his shock/disbelief in being drafted for this particular pet project of Toshinori's he didn't get a chance to do more than bristle a little bit as Toshinori kept on walking and chattering away, either unknowing or simply uncaring of Shota's feelings about being drafted to help with the woman's care on top of his day job as a teacher.

Honestly teaching kids was a hard job. Why the hell would he volunteer himself for another of this magnitude? He wouldn't volunteer himself to help with one of Toshinori's pet projects even if he had a deadly disease and helping another out could save his life.

Just because he had professional hero status didn't mean that he liked it any.

After all, it was widely known even among the rest of the hero's that he had been forced into the occupation of professional hero by both the government that had found a use in his ability to erase other's quirks, and his family.

"I've been meaning to ask, but forgot to before- the other day, when we met. But what was your son's name?" Toshinori asked softly as they exited the elevator and slowly began making their way down the hall of the hospital lower levels where the woman's child's body was being kept.

"His name was Shiki."

"T-That's a little bit of a strange name for a child..." Toshinori said without thinking and internally cringed when Mizuki merely replied in a soft tone,

"Not really. I named him Shiki because of the spirit that he was bound to become... I wasn't wrong."

After that Toshinori became eerily silent. Probably because he didn't know what to say to the woman after hearing such a thing from her. It didn't take them much longer to finally reach the morgue. Upon which the woman decided to try getting up and walking before either of them could so much as stop her slightly staggering gait, she passed through the doorway and was inside demanding her son.

Leaving them out in the hallway wondering what they should do with themselves while she visited her child.