Fearing the worst.
You were in the middle of a lesson when the announcement came over the loudspeakers. An emergency. Something had gone wrong during the summer camp, and all the teachers were called. You looked to the students and steadied your voice, telling them not to worry and to get home safely. But once they left you ran to the principal's office as fast as you could, scarcely able to breathe.
"The students were attacked. We have word it was the league of villains, and luckily they were able to keep them at bay." The principal spoke quickly. "The police are on the way to collect the injured. I would like some of you to go as well."
You, Recovery Girl, and Present Mic sat in a police car in silence. Your hands were shaking, worried about the students. Worried about Aizawa.
"How did they find them?" Your throat was so dry it was difficult to swallow. Recovery Girl sat next to you, and kindly placed her small hand over your own.
"It will be alright, dear. Young Yamada here can make sure to gather the students to him. Your speed can deliver needed medicine and supplies. We will all do our part." You nod. The rest of the car ride was filled with tense silence.
xXx
When you arrived you could see some students already. The police had set up a rudimentary infirmary where the injured were gathered. Recovery Girl handed you some supplies and made her way to them. Taking a deep breath you made your way around the area. Some needed medicine; others were still coughing up poison gas. If they seemed especially weak you personally saw that they got to Recovery Girl. Your body was tense with worry. You could hear Mic in the distance looking for more students. One of the girls caught your eye, the front of a large group of students all trying to take care of each other. Uraraka!
"You're all right?" She held tight to her friend's hand, another girl you recognized from 1A. "You too. Do you hurt anywhere?" You had a few bottles of water that you handed them.
"It's Tsuyu. We're fine." They were leaning on each other for support. Looking to the boys in the group, your eyes widened in shock.
"Midoriya." He looked mangled, completely broken. You did what you could with the pain medication, but he needed real help. "Get him checked out, quickly." You pointed to the tent behind you and urged them to go. What did he go up against to get that bad? You tried to keep calm in front of the students, but inside you felt like you were spinning.
"I don't think Aizawa Sensei was hurt." You turned back to find Tsuyu looking at you. Her eyes were calming, her tone reassuring. You nodded. After a deep breath you went over your supplies. There didn't seem to be many more children missing. Mic saw you from a distance and waved you over. He pointed to an area near the recovery points and you caught a flash of scruff and familiar tired eyes. Your feet moved before you could think. You ran toward Aizawa, who was carrying the last of the injured students in.
"You're okay...!" Your voice cracked and you could only stand in front of him holding back a sob. He was surprised to see you. Nothing was wrong with him, nothing was broken. Your eyes welled up with tears, the relief pouring out into large droplets that ran down your face. "I'm sorry, it just won't stop." You tried to wipe them away. With all the emotions you had ever thrown at him, tears were never one of them. He sighed softly, resting a palm on the top of your head to calm you down. His hand was warm and gentle, and his closeness so reassuring that you could only cry harder.
He was safe.
xXx
"Even if we had recognized a threat..." Midnight's voice was low and stern. You watched the conversation carefully, but it was difficult to pay attention. It was a tense meeting with the principal and a select few teachers.
"While they were desperately fighting..." Toshinori seemed more angry than you would have guessed possible. Thoughts were jumbled, and it wasn't like you could add anything to help. It seemed to be a problem they were dealing with for a while.
"It's indisputable, among us there is a traitor" You turned toward Mic. He was fuming. Of course he was mad. It was the second time his friend had been caught in a villain attack. His students were hurt. But... a traitor?
"Is that it? Should we be at each others throats?" You couldn't imagine anyone at UA being a traitor. Something in the back of your mind made you ache. Wouldn't you be most suspected? Or did they have their suspicions before this? The only person who trusted you for sure was Aizawa. And he was off with Blood King at the police station, telling them the events from camp.
"Mic, cut it out." Midnight cut into his tirade. He had been rambling about the students being the culprit. The conversation shifted again as everyone waved the accusations away. It did no good to stop trusting each other. Toshinori excused himself when his phone rang. Taking the opportunity, you spoke up.
"I can't really prove my innocence either, but I've come to trust all of you..."
"I'm not suspecting anyone specific." Mic was pouting, and obviously feeling guilty. You caught his eyes and he mouthed the words 'sorry'.
The door burst open with All Might's return. His smile had an edge behind it, making it almost scary. The location of the villains who attacked was known. With this new information, a plan could be put in place. The look Toshinori gave was something you had never seen on his features before.
"We can pay them back."
xXx
You watched from the sidelines as Blood King, Nedzu and Aizawa were bombarded with questions. It was a tough time for them, all of Japan blaming UA for the attacks. It seemed like a never ending nightmare. Aizawa represented the school well, his reasons for authorizing the children for combat and his trust in Bakugou's dream to becoming a hero. They didn't want to take his word, but you believed in his decisions. You waited patiently for them in a side room. Aizawa was the first to come back, collapsing into a space next to you. With his hair slicked back you could see the creases in his forehead. His emotions were still riled up it seemed.
"I hate the press" You nodded sympathetically. He fussed with his hair until it fell down naturally once again. You felt much better looking at the Aizawa you were used to, but the effect of his messy tresses and his suit quickened your heartbeat. Your jaw tensed in an attempt calm yourself down. Ever since the camp incident, it was difficult to be near him. It wasn't until you found him safe you realized your interest in him was something more than friendship. It was easy to avoid him at UA, but with the 'plan' in action you had no excuses to leave. You weren't sure if the feeling toward your coworker was a crush, but you were hyper aware of his every move.
"Are you that worried?" He had taken your tenseness in the wrong way and sat up so he could lean closer to you. It was his way of trying to seem more sincere, but the way his arm lightly brushed yours was almost too much. "The school will find Bakugou. You can trust the principal."
"Yeah..." Your voice was barely audible. You wanted to ask if he was worried about the boy. You had seen the extra care he gave to the fiery kid, making sure he never got ahead of himself. But the words wouldn't come. Principal Nedzu came into the room with Blood King, sighing with relief to be out of the public eye. They looked as downtrodden as Aizawa did.
"Everything should be proceeding as we speak."
The four of you collected your things to return to the school when Blood King stopped in shock. He pointed to the TV. It was All Might. The buildings were destroyed, completely trampled like toys across a floor. Your body froze when the All Might you were looking at became Toshinori. What was happening? He was fighting against a villain, one with incredible power. You were unable to tear your eyes from the screen. Nobody was speaking. He was bleeding so, so much.
"Don't die."
You watched helplessly as he took more hits. The world was moving in slow motion, but the scenes flashing on the news were going to fast. Toshi – trying his best to save the city. Your heart hurt so much. He couldn't lose, could he?
"Please don't die."
One more chapter of the main story left!
Thanks to the reviewer who said my writing seemed melodic. I try to emulate a nice flow, but I get carried away with commas sometimes and forget to end sentences.
As always, tell me what you think. I'm really excited for the next chapter. I hope it gets the intended reaction.
