(A/N: Here's the chapter! I accidentally posted the draft on Ao3 last week so that one was live, but here is the edited version! :D Enjoy!)
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Hitoshi tried to feign sleep. He was growing tired of the hospital missing the cats but his dads insisted that he stayed because of the continued headache he was having since the attack. It was inconclusive if it was due to Quirk exhaustion, stress, or something else entirely, but at least they were satisfied enough that he would be released that evening. Finally free of this oppressive overly sterile place.
Hizashi had been in and out managing to visit him between the number of meetings they were having discussing the coming rescue attempt. They were trying to keep it hush hush but he knew about it anyway through the one-sided conversations Shouta had while camped out in his hospital room. Neither of them wanted him to feel alone in this place which he appreciated, but it also left him with no privacy to process the loss of his friend or even attempt at forming a plan to save him. He could always sense his dad's stare whenever even the thought of it crept into his mind. Hitoshi was growing to love them both but damn did he need to help Izuku.
I have to save my brother.
They understood and he knew that. Between various talks to get him to be 'logical' about this, Shouta had shared the tragic story of his high school friend. Of a life cut short so suddenly while he had been having his one shining moment saving them all before retreating to the dark alleys to save from the shadows instead. It was horrible and Hitoshi felt terrible for their loss but he also couldn't shake this need to save Izuku no matter how hard he tried.
How could he not want to save the boy who had saved him? The first to say he wasn't a Villain just because of his Quirk. That he, Shinsou Hitoshi, could become the Hero he had always wanted to be.
I have to save Izuku.
It wasn't a want. It was a need. A hard felt compulsion that was harder and harder to ignore with every second that passed. Hitoshi couldn't just lay here. He had to do something. Anything. Had to save Izuku or he would go insane with worry. His brother was out there somewhere surrounded by Villains and he had no idea if he was alive or not. He had to know Izuku was alright.
"I can here you thinking," Shouta muttered, holding a hand over the mic of his phone. "Doing okay, kid?"
"I'm fine," Hitoshi grunted though he felt far from fine. He just…he needed to do something.
The tired man eyed him while also listening to his phone. They were letting him know of final arrangements for the rescue. A two-pointed simultaneous hit on possible locations of his students. Tsukauchi had one from reports of the scarred man he had fought at the camp going into an abandoned building collected by the Cat Quirked officer Sansa. Shouta wondered if the feline man would appreciate a cat themed gift in thanks.
There was also the forethinking action of Yaoyorozu with the help of Awase from Class 1-B of creating and attaching a tracker onto the Noumu the League had brought to the camp. The two locations weren't exactly next to each other but they were close both being housed in Kamino Ward. Close enough that if either location proved more promising, the Heroes could easily converge doubling their efforts to save the two boys and the missing Hero. Tiger had earnestly volunteered to join them in search of his fellow Pussycat.
It was a good plan except for one part that Shouta didn't like but knew he had to do. They had a distraction planned and were going to hold a press conference at the same time to throw off suspicions of any plans they had at rescue. Which Shouta as their homeroom teacher had to attend along with Vlad King and Nezu. Meaning he had to dress up in a stupid suit and play nice with the press. He hated it because he had gone Underground to avoid the media.
But again, he knew he had to.
The tired man let out a sigh as the phone call wrapped up, "Understood. I'll be sure to be ready in time for the press conference."
He ended the call not bothering to say goodbye. There was no point so he didn't spare the energy or time. Honestly, with how much he hated having to 'clean up' and 'look nice' it was going to take more time than other people especially with Hizashi tied up with last minute details. He was going to have to force himself to shower and shave to appease the press.
Annoying.
"I have to go, Hitoshi," Shouta said, begrudgingly standing up and cracking his back. He caught a whiff of his Hero suit and almost gagged at the smell.
Damn, I really do need a shower.
Practically living in Hitoshi's hospital room for two days straight really did a number on him. Gross. But then again, he had been far stinkier camping out for weeks on stake outs to the point Hizashi wouldn't be anywhere near him until he took three showers and did his laundry twice. Only then would his cockatoo of a husband agreed to finally give him a 'welcome back' kiss and then some. They both needed a shower after that.
But now was not the time to think of such things. They had two teenagers to save and a missing Hero to find. Preferably alive at the very least. They would deal with whatever condition they found them in accordingly. Rescue missions like this always had unknown factors no matter how much they prepped and planned. The dice would roll as they may.
"Fine," Hitoshi replied, refusing to open his eyes. The pain killers helped but a persistent stinging remained just behind his eyes.
"Stay here until they release you and then go straight home," Shouta ordered, stepping closer to his kid to ruffle his hair. The teen sneered in disgusted at his stench but didn't pull away from his touch. "I'll leave you train fare. We'll meet you back at the apartment when this is all done."
The brainwasher didn't really reply and just let out a hum in response. It didn't reassure Shouta that Hitoshi would do as he was told but he really did have to go.
The tired man sighed before saying, "Stay safe at the very least. I don't want you to get hurt."
Again, he only hummed but it had a more affirmative tone so that was at least something. Shouta hummed back giving one last comforting pat before leaving. As he opened the door, he was met by the sight of his students. Kaminari had his hand raised as if to knock while Kirishima and Todoroki stood behind him. The rest of the class was standing further away watching them closely.
"Need something?" Shouta asked, eyeing them.
Todoroki's expression was as blank as ever though he could see some strain in his eyes. Not that surprising considering his 'friend' was missing. Shouta would be the same if Hizashi was missing too. Worried about the man he loved but not wanting to show how much it affected him to others. Wanting and needing to appear strong until his loved one was back in his arms.
We'll get him soon, kid.
Kirishima on the other hand seemed nervous. He was smiling like always but it came off forced. Like he was hiding something and not very well. Not under the scrutinizing eyes of their teacher, a trained Underground Pro Hero. Then there was Kaminari who just looked a tad intimidated by him as he always was.
"Oh, uh, not from you, sensei," the blonde one said, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "We came to see Shinsou?"
His tone came out as a question as if not knowing it would be allowed. Well, Shouta was kind of standing there as a barrier between his kid and the world, but he had no issues with Hitoshi's friends visiting him. As long as they didn't do anything stupid or reckless. They were a bunch of hormonal teenagers though. Gods only knew what trouble they would manage to get themselves into. Outside of random Villain attacks of course.
Shouta looked between the two boys and then up at the others before turning to his son and asked, "You up for visitors? Your classmates are here."
Finally, Hitoshi opened his eyes and actually looked at him. The dark circles were more prominent under his eyes and he looked exhausted. And yet the comment on his class being there and apparently wanting to see him was a surprise. In the past, he had always been avoided being seen as a Villain. But much like Izuku, UA was proving so different than his other schools with people who saw him for more than his Quirk. It was…nice. Though it did make him think about Izuku again. A distraction like his chaotic classmates would be nice right about now.
"Sure," Hitoshi said, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.
His foster father nodded and stepped out of the way to let his students in. They each thanked him as they entered and once they were all inside, Shouta told Hitoshi to let him know if he needed anything. Hizashi and him would both be busy tonight but out of the two he would be the one most available. If not, Nemuri was always down to help. When she had heard about them fostering Hitoshi, she had squealed and gushed over her new nephew. They've been able to hold her back not to overwhelm their kid but, in a pinch, a parent's got to do what a parent's got to do. Including subjecting their kid to the whims of their overly affectionate and caring friend. While she was on patrol duty tonight, Nemuri was just a phone call away.
Once the door was closed, the room was awkwardly quiet. Not standing it, Hitoshi spoke up saying, "Hey guys."
"Hey man," Kirishima said, giving him a toothy strained smile. "How ya feeling?"
"Tired, headache," he replied, rubbing his temples.
Without saying anything, Shouto stepped forward offering both of his hands. Hitoshi stared at them dumbly having no idea what he was doing. He cocked an eyebrow in silent question.
"I've been researching different ways to use my Quirk," Shouto explained, tone even as ever. "I read that both hot or cold could help with headaches. Do you have a preference?"
Oh. This was him offering to help. That was nice of him. Normally Shouto was only physically close to Izuku but he wasn't here right now. This was him trying to help a friend in need. To do something.
"Uh, cold, for me," Hitoshi answered.
Both worked for him but cold sounded better to him right now. He sighed in relief when his friend gently pressed his right hand to his forehead. Yeah, that's the stuff.
"I have a hand towel if you want to make some ice, Todoroki," Kaminari suddenly offered, pulling out a small yellow towel with little black lightning bolts from his pocket. "To free up your hands."
Huh, that was unexpected. Hitoshi wanted to whine when Shouto pulled his hand away to form some ice. He placed the frosty chucks into the offered towel and Kaminari offered the wrapped ice to Hitoshi with a kind smile. The brainwasher felt a spark when they touched as he took it from his slightly smaller hands. Probably from his Quirk or whatever.
"Thanks," Hitoshi said, accepting the gifted makeshift ice pack. He oddly had a slight blush to his cheeks as he pressed it against his forehead.
"You're welcome," Kaminari replied, smiling shyly. He too had slight reddened cheeks as he stayed where he was close to Hitoshi's side.
Huh.
Their classmates watched the interaction. Some with knowing looks while others just thought it was a nice gesture.
"So, did you see the news?" Kaminari asked curiously. "Reporters are hounding UA for answers."
"Even worse than last time," Satou commented from the back, earning some nods in agreement.
Ah, yes. That time with all the hype about All Might that gave Shigaraki an in to UA. Damn reporters. They can be such nuisances. Glad he was aiming to be an Underground Hero like his foster dad. Being under the glaring light of the media? No, thank you.
"On and off," Hitoshi replied, grabbing the water cup on his bedside to take a sip. "Did all of Class A come here?"
Purple eyes scanned the group now in his room but didn't think it was everybody. He knew there were some also staying in the hospital like him. And then there was Bakugou and…
No, stop. Not right now.
If he thought about it, he might end up crying. Probably part of the reason his head still hurts on top of everything else. He also didn't want to cry in front of them either. Didn't feel comfortable being vulnerable like that.
"As many that could," Tenya reported solemnly. "Jirou and Hagakure are still unconscious from one of the Villain's poisonous gas. Yaoyorozu had a bad concussion and is also hospitalized but thankfully she woke up yesterday."
So, the remaining fourteen had decided to visit him, huh? Because that only left out the two who were…
No, seriously stop! I can't do this right now.
But the tears that he typically never shed before he had met Izuku unwillingly started to bead at the corners of his tired eyes.
Damn it.
He was surprised as a comforting hand carefully started rubbing soothing circles on his back. Purple eyes looked over to see it was Kaminari who gave him a sad but kind smile.
"We're here for you, Shinsou," the blonde said, giving a light pat before pulling his arm back.
Hitoshi took a shaky breath in and out to calm himself before saying, "Thanks."
He then looked over the crowd making eye contact with each of them. The brainwasher hadn't really interacted with all of them outside of class or training. Preferring to stick with his own friend group most of the time. But they were there and they were there for him. Showing him that they cared.
"Thanks to all of you," Hitoshi stressed, truly grateful. "I didn't…before UA, I didn't really have a lot of friends. So, I…just thanks, guys. This means a lot."
"Like Kaminari said, we're here for you, man," Kirishima insisted, giving him an assuring smile as the others nodded.
Hitoshi nodded too in reply before deciding to be brave and open up a little to these people. Shouto was here from his closest friend group along with the rest of their lunch time gang. Mei wasn't here but they had been texting a little bit. She understood that he didn't have enough energy to deal with her brand of manic energy right now. Not with…him gone. But she was more than willing to offer support from afar with a bunch of cat memes because she knows he likes those. He'll have to let her know that the others visited him later.
"Thanks again," the purple haired teen reiterated, feeling a little overwhelmed with the amount of care his classmates had for him. "It's just…I know Heroes can't save everyone. That we can't protect people out of our reach, but I was so close. I could have saved him. Wanted to, needed to. But I…"
Again, the fucking tears were building and this time they fell. Kaminari was quick to grab the tissue box on his bedside table and offer it to him. Why was he being so nice to him all of the sudden? The hand towel, the back rub, and now this? There was also the drink on I-Island that he hadn't ordered but very much enjoyed. Did…did Kaminari want to become his friend? Hitoshi didn't really know him but he wouldn't say no to becoming friends. Gratefully taking a few tissues, he blew his nose and wiped his face before chucking them into the trash can.
"I failed," Hitoshi admitted, disgruntledly balling his fists on the sheets and the ice pack forgotten. "He was right there and I wasn't able to reach him. Bakugou ran after him and ended up being taken too. Now they're both missing and I can't fucking do anything to help save them. Just…fuck!"
He lurched forward grasping his purple hair in bitter sorrow hunched over in his bed fucking bawling like a damn baby. Fuck! He hated how useless he felt right now. That there was nothing he could do to be a Hero to his brother and that jackass Bakugou.
Fucking fuck!
That same comforting hand from before returned to his back as he felt the bed dip a little letting him know Kaminari was now sitting next to him. Damn it all! Hitoshi swears the Midoriya tears and need for physical comfort were contagious. That and the bouts of impulsiveness. Because the next thing he knew he was pulling Kaminari, who he doesn't really know all that well, into a big damn bear hug. Clinging onto him like a lifeline.
Way to make friends there, Hitoshi. Just go and cry all over them. Good job.
But the electric blonde took it in stride and wrapped his arms firmly around him. Holding him tight and even started to hum to try and calm him. Which strangely helped but then again that might have been influenced somewhat by Hizashi. The Voice Hero was always carrying some kind of tune at home no matter what he was doing. Can't take the music out of the disc jockey. Ever.
"Shh, it's okay, Shinsou," Kaminari whispered quietly as he ran a hand through his hair.
Would his Quirk make it stand up even more than it did naturally? The thought made him snort. Thanks for the comic relief, brain.
"What?" Kaminari asked, pulling away slightly to look at him.
"Sorry," Hitoshi said, unable to stop the snicker that snuck out as he wiped his eyes. "My brain thought something weird but don't worry about it. And, uh, sorry about your shirt."
The blonde looked down at his white shirt that had an omega symbol on it that was now soiled with his snot and tears and simply shrugged.
"That's okay," Kaminari said with a smile. It was kind of a nice smile Hitoshi thought. "You're allowed to be emotional, dude. Happens to all of us."
He again grabbed the tissue box and offered it to him. So damn nice. Hitoshi was grateful and decided he would make an effort to get to know him better.
"Thanks," Hitoshi said once again. "I'm just so frustrated I couldn't save them. That I can't…"
He trailed trying to fight back another wave of tears. Damn those Midoriya emotions.
"What if you could?" Kirishima asked suddenly.
Everyone's attention snapped to him instead of the bonding happening on the bed.
"What do you mean?" Hitoshi asked, confused.
"What if you could help save them?" the red head pressed. "What would you do?"
Purple stared into red hardened with conviction.
"I would do anything in my power to help save them," Hitoshi answered firmly.
Kirishima nodded before he said, "Then let's go get them."
The others gasped at his words.
"Now see here…" Tenya barked only for Hitoshi to cut him off with a raised hand.
"What do you have in mind?" Hitoshi asked, now curious and a tiny bit hopeful there was a way for him to help.
"I was here yesterday and ran into Todoroki," Kirishima explained, pointing his thumb at the quiet element wielder next to him. "We both couldn't just sit at home and had decided to come here. We were planning to visit you and the others when we saw Aizawa leaving your room. We were curious and followed him to Yaoyorozu's."
Oh, right. Yaoyorozu had asked to see him yesterday. It had been the first time his dad had left his room for anything other than the hospital's shitty coffee. He complained about it but still drank it anyway. Such a caffeine addict though who was Hitoshi to talk. He just hadn't been allowed any because they didn't want it to affect his system while they were observing him. But as soon as they were home, one coffee, please. Nice and hot with a cat-in-your-lap on the side.
"And?" Hitoshi pressed, pushing daydreams of coffee and cats aside for now.
"And we overheard that she managed to place a tracker on one of the Villains who attacked us," Kirishima answered. "That she also created a tracking device for it. A device she could possibly recreate for us."
Because Hitoshi wasn't the only one who lost a friend that night. Kirishima had a strong need to get his friends back too. Both Bakugou and Izuku.
"You should leave this to the professionals like All Might," Tenya scolded as he chopped his arms. "To act without legal permission would be unbecoming of aspiring Heroes. Now is not the time to be impulsive."
"So what?!" Kirishima snapped, startling everyone. "So what if it's impulsive. All I know is…"
He clenched a fist to his chest with a touch of his Quirk activated. A physical sign of his hardened resolve.
"…at the camp, I couldn't do anything. I heard Izuku was targeted and then Bakugou ran off after him. And what did I do? Just stood there and did nothing. I couldn't help them at all. I was helpless, useless. How am I supposed to call myself a Hero or a man?"
Kirishima's words were full of passion and purpose. It was clear he felt horrible about what happened during the attack and couldn't stand by and do nothing. He wanted, needed, to do something to help. Hitoshi felt the same.
"Kirishima, calm down, dude," Kaminari said, still sitting beside him on the bed. "We're in a hospital, remember?"
"Also Tenya does have a point," Tsuyu commented, looking at Kirishima with concern.
But the red head didn't want to listen to reason. That was what had kept him from running after Bakugou that night. Staying with Vlad Kind had been the reasonable thing to do. They were safe and it would have been unwise for them to run off into danger. But if he hadn't, if he had instead chosen to run with Bakugou, maybe he could have helped save them both. But he hadn't and here they were. Two classmates, two friends, were missing and they actually had a way to help. If Yaoyorozu agreed that is.
Kirishima took a deep breath attempting to calm himself though it didn't really work.
"All of you," he said, his body shaking with raging emotions. "Just…listen for a minute. I get it. I know you're right. But…"
He then turned sharply to Hitoshi who was watching him in earnest. Because he got it. The need to help and make up for his failures during the camp attack. To act instead of doing nothing.
"…we can get them, Shinsou. They're still within our reach. We can save them!"
The hand held out to him was inviting. Not to hold but offering Hitoshi a comradery with the urgent need to help their friends. Well, mostly Izuku for him but he understood that Bakugou needed saving too. He's still a fucking jerkwad but also didn't deserve to be kidnapped by Villains.
"Wait, let me get this straight," Ashido spoke up hesitantly, twirling a finger in the air in thought. "You want Momo to make you another receiver, use it to track down the Villains, and then try to save Bakugou and Midoriya? All by yourselves?"
"Yeah," Kirishima confirmed with a nod.
"The Villains who attacked the training camp were prepared to kill some of us," Shouto stated, his expression flat as usual but there was a hint of determination in his tone. "But Izuku…"
That protective lack of emotion faltered for a moment as he thought of his friend. His warm and very much special friend who had been taken from him right before his eyes. At the camp, it had been overwhelming and he hadn't known how to process it. But afterward, he had gone to see his mom seeking comfort and advice. What was he supposed to do with the raging emotions within him? Shouto didn't even know what to label them let alone deal with them. His mother had at least one answer.
Love.
It was love that he was feeling. Different from the love he felt for his mother and siblings. Different from the way he felt about his friends. About Inko. Izuku…he was different from everyone. He was warm and caring and had done so much for Shouto. Had been there to comfort and just be there for him. That is until they took him.
It was only because of the years of pushing down his emotions that allowed him to look so calm right now. Shouto had learned to do that because the less reaction he showed to his bastard of a father, the less he would rage during their training. It still was terrible and brutal but it had alleviated just a little which had been relief enough.
But under this calm exterior, there was a raging fire of emotion burning beneath his skin. No amount of his ice could dowse the flames searing in his heart. Shouto had known his feelings towards Izuku were different than for anyone else but he never knew what that feeling was called. Now he did but it had been overwhelmed by another as grief for his love was drowning any other emotion. Well, most of them except the rage he felt for the Villains who took his Izuku.
They had to get him back.
Or else Shouto didn't know what he would do. Didn't even know what to do with the waves of intense emotions that threatened to drown him. If this was possible, to save Izuku and Bakugou, then Shouto would do it. He didn't even have to think about it. No matter what, he would do anything he could to get Izuku back.
I still haven't…
Shouto cut the thought of not having kissed Izuku yet out of his mind. Of not telling him how he feels and let him know just how special he was to him. That Shouto wanted to be closer to him. More than just friends and instead become a word he had been reading again and again in his research. But only if Izuku wanted to, of course. However, they had to save him first before he could ask him.
The others were watching him quietly. They weren't sure how to react to the flashes of emotion on his typically stoic face. Though it wasn't surprising this was affecting their ice prince. The Villains had taken Izuku after all. It was no secret how those two acted around each other. It was not a matter of if they would get together but when. There was a reason they had a secret bet going on though that was not at all a concern right now.
Not with two of their classmates missing.
Shouto took a deep breath and slowly let out a stream of steam trying to release some of the raging feelings within. It didn't really help but at least it was some sort of outlet. As he was learning from the element bending show, his power was affected by his emotions.
"They were taken alive," Shouto finally continued where he had trailed off. "But we don't know for how long. Which is why we're going after them."
"You can't do this!" Tenya exclaimed exasperated and in disbelief they were actually talking about this. "Have you lost your minds?"
"Calm down, Iida," Shouji urged, blocking their class president with a bandaged multi-arm. "I get where they're coming from. Kirishima's frustration and Todoroki and Shinsou's feelings because they couldn't keep them away from the Villains. I'm upset too. We all are. But…"
He extended one of his limbs as he formed a mouth that spoke.
"…we can't let our emotions get the best of us, right?"
There were murmurs of agreement from some of them. Aoyama pointed out that Aizawa had given them permission to use Quirks to fight back only at the training camp. Tokoyami himself expressed his remaining feelings of guilt for his role in their failure that night. It would be best for them to leave it to the Heroes like All Might.
But Kirishima didn't agree. Couldn't. He couldn't just do nothing.
"You guys," he whined in frustration.
They just didn't get it.
"Listen. We're all in shock that the Villains took Bakugou and Izuku, but we have to be rational," Tsuyu said holding a finger to her chin as she frowned in saddened concern for her friend. "Even if your intentions are noble, you can't just go out there trying to find the bad guys like this. If you do, knowing you're breaking the rules, then wouldn't you be acting like Villains instead of Heroes?"
The comparison instantly pissed Hitoshi off.
"Like Vigilantes, not Villains," he spat, causing the frog girl to jump and stare wide-eyed at him with fear.
The brainwasher had spent too long being called a Villain all because of his Quirk. But as Izuku said, it isn't the Quirk but how you use it that makes you a Hero or a Villain. Or in this case, more like Vigilantism. Plans of using their Quirks to help save, not harm. Taking the situation into their own hands just needing to do something to help save them.
A tense silence fell over everyone. No one knew what to say or how to settle this divide between them. Some couldn't let their classmates do such a foolish thing. Others were understanding but couldn't see themselves actually doing something like they were proposing. However, the determined few couldn't think of not doing it. Not after this idea of possibly having a way of finding and saving them had been planted in their minds.
A knock on the door finally broke the silence making some of them jump in surprise. They all turned to see a doctor enter with what looked like much needed pain killers for Hitoshi's headache that had been pounding in his head this whole time.
"Apologies for the interruption," the doctor said. "But I need to check up on Shinsou's condition."
They all understood and agreed to leave to give them a moment. Kaminari was a little reluctant but gave Hitoshi one last pat to the shoulder before getting up from the bed. Purple eyes couldn't help but track the electric blonde's movements for some reason. Weird. Most of them bid their goodbyes as they turned to leave. All except for Kirishima and Shouto.
"We talked to Yaoyorozu yesterday," Kirishima said quietly so the others wouldn't hear though a lingering suspicious Tenya did. "If we are going to do this, it'll be tonight. If you can get out of here by then, we'll be meeting in front of the hospital after the sun sets."
Hitoshi simply nodded in response before they too left him alone with the doctor. He knew they were planning on discharging him today so he would be free to join them. Shouta didn't want him to do anything reckless and Hizashi wouldn't approve of what he planned to do either. But Hitoshi just couldn't pass up this opportunity to save Izuku.
At the very least, both of his foster parents would be busy tonight thankfully. He knew there was a raid planned and a press conference would be held at the same time as a misdirection. If their little band could help in any way with the rescue, he would do it in a heartbeat. And if they were going to do this, they may very well need a certain baby making mad woman just in case.
After getting the pain killers from the doc and going over his stable results, he was informed of his check out time later that day. As he said, Shouta and Hizashi would be busy so he would be checking himself out with the expectation for him to go straight home. But he wouldn't and would gladly accept any punishments his foster dads would give him once this was all over. When his little chat with the doctor was done, he was left to rest until it was time for him to go.
Once he was alone, Hitoshi picked up his phone that had been charging on the bedside table. There were some unread messages from Hizashi sending his love and a wish for him to get home safely. There was one from Shouta as well along the same lines but with less emojis. It sparked a pang of guilt in his gut but he ignored it exiting out of the text to send a different one to Mei.
Purple Panda:
-Meet me at the hospital as soon as you can.
We're going to save Izuku.
Tonight.-
He still felt guilty about doing this but Hitoshi refused to let it stop him. His brother needed him and he knew their pseudo-sister would want to help too.
Pink Gremlin:
-◉‿◉
٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ
Let me pack some babies and I'll be right over.
ミᕕ(ᐛ) ᕗ-
Hitoshi sent her a thumbs up emoji and called it good. Knowing he would need it, the teen then set an alarm on his phone before settling back into the bed. A nap was just what he needed to be rested and ready for tonight. Reality slowly faded as the pain killers did their job lessening his headache and he finally got some sleep.
Soon, Izuku. We'll rescue you soon.
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