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Rated: T
He was scared.
He was fucking terrified.
"Monster," Suzuki stumbled down the hall towards the elevator, uncaring that All Might showed up since he was a criminal and all that. He did not want to be murdered, but he didn't want to be thrown in prison either, "She's a fucking monster!"
She killed two of his 'co-workers' with ease while highly drugged and his Quirk would not help at all.
He did not even look back as All Might stepped out of the room he just fled from, "It's all right!" The Hero called out to him, "It's over! Now just tell–" The massive man let out a noise when a small figure leapt off his broad shoulder, "Miko, stop!"
Sharp metal glinted eerily in the dim light and blood flew.
Mismatched eyes stared down impassively at the now dead man as she let the tantou knife stay buried in the back of his skull before the dark violet faded away and both her eyes were now blue and dazed.
Miko feel to her knees, unable to focus anymore as the anger faded and the drugs took back over her person, "Ngh..." She held her side, knowing she was injured, but to what extent, she didn't know since the haze dulled her pain.
Large hands were set gently upon her shoulders and she was suddenly looking at concerned eyes, "Miko!" The man was saying her name loudly, but it sounded as if she was under water.
Frustrating.
All Might's jaw tightened, finally seeing the condition Miko really was in. He had brought a supply kit just in case (or rather, more in the case he transformed back into his sickly form, but he had saved all his power until now, so he still had a few hours left), so he did have first aid tools on hand.
He would report to the HPSC afterwards.
All Might moved slowly, not wanting to provoke the girl as he picked her up to bring her back to the office and sighed in silent relief when she did not lash out. He moved quickly but carefully and placed her in the plush chair, gathering the supply kit to administer the first aid, which honestly, was not his best skill.
Miko watched listlessly, tired from the injury and drugs, but still ready to fight if she still really had to. The blond man, if she remembered right – 'All Mightly?', 'All Mighty?', 'All Night'? – it was too hard to remember and she grit her teeth when she felt some sort of ointment being applied to the still bleeding gash.
"Sorry if it hurts," All Might muttered, "I'm not exactly great at this." He sighed, working as fast as he could without being rough. He began to began to bandage the wound up, noting that he could see a part of a rather nasty scar on her other hip that was partially hidden by her skirt.
But it was not his place to ask.
"Here," All Might took off his cape, draping it around her so she could have her modesty back, "I'm sorry," He finally after a moment of silence, "That you had to hear such horrible words! That you had to feel such repulsive contact from another! That you have to take lives for the safety of this very nation!"
Miko blinked slowly when a hand landed on her head.
"I'm sorry," All Might repeated, looking grim, "That I can't save you." He ruffled her hair before turning abruptly to the desk to rifle through the drawers to look for clues about the trafficking ring and where the victims were being held.
Blue eyes felt safe enough to close.