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CW: PTSD induced seizure

A legally recognized hero or accredited hero school may take in a former vigilante or villain under certain conditions as a ward. In turn, they will be legally responsible for their actions and attempt to reform them to be integrated into society.

Exceptions: Perpetrators of violent crime, illegal weapon and drug sales. Other factors will be taken into consideration on a case by case basis.

-Excerpt from HSPC guidelines Section 8, Villain Reform Act

"I really do wish we could get more heroes to participate in reforming villains. All most of them seem to care about is the ratings. They don't want the negative press of being associated with a villain, or taking responsibility if it doesn't pan out."
-Yokumiru Mera, shortly before being reassigned to Hero Licensing Division

[Musutafu Police Station]

"So let me get this straight. Your quirk lets you produce narcotics, correct?"

"Yes…"

"And you decided that 'Drug Dealer' would be a good villain name because of that?

"Well when you put it like that it sounds stupid!"

Detective Shikanoin Heizou had been investigating the drug production and smuggling ring for the past few weeks. Hundreds of hours of him and his team gathering evidence, following leads, and finally arranging a sting operation. They payoff for all their hard work: a dozen criminals arrested and a few million yen in various drugs including cocaine, meth, and trigger.

The man behind all of this was one Howaito Orutā, a Japanese-American man who had been expelled from his college after drugs were discovered in his room. His quirk originally was registered as unknown, and he was essentially quirkless all his life. Once he had entered college, especially the party scene, he discovered that he could produce any drug that he had previously ingested.

Apparently his decision making skills left much to be desired as he had the bright idea to start producing drugs in his dorm room, leading to his expulsion. Naturally after that he decided the best use of his new unregistered quirk was to become a drug dealer. Honestly, he was lucky that he had become the leader of the smuggling ring. Other criminal organizations would kill to have someone who could produce any drug they wanted.

Fortunately, that wouldn't be an issue anymore. He was being incredibly cooperative with the interrogation, probably hoping for a reduced sentence by throwing other organizations under the bus. Then again, he was damn lucky that Heizou wasn't a corrupt cop. He was definitely going to have to place this guy in witness protection once he was done with him.

His train of thought was interrupted by a voice coming from the speakers.

"Detective Shikanoin, can you come back to the briefing room please?"

"I'll be right there." He turns to Howaito. "We're not done here. I'll be right back"

As soon as he leaves the interrogation room he is pulled aside by his coworker and rival Detective Bantan Sango.

"We need you to take care of something. Mirko is here and Tsukauchi has been busy working on something for U.A." She points to the interrogation room. "I'll be taking over the interrogation while you are gone."
Heizou glares at her. "This still counts as my arrest."

"Yeah yeah. I'm still ahead for arrests this month though." She retorts, winking at him.

He makes sure to flip her off as he walks upstairs.

Sometimes it's tough being one of the top detectives. Normally Detective Tsukauchi handled most of the cases involving heroes, but since he was out it fell to Heizou to handle it. He had worked with heroes before, but never Mirko. Usually she just left the scene after fighting a villain and headed to the next fight, so her actually showing up to the station was unusual.

Of course, what was more unusual is what, or rather who he saw her carrying. Slung under her arm was a shirtless teenager wearing what looked like a taxidermied boar head.

Ah. It was going to be one of those days.

[Mirko & Inosuke, earlier]

After Eraserhead decided to up and leave, Mirko grabbed the boy, leaving his swords with an arriving officer to confiscate and took off toward the police station. Naturally, she slung the boy under one arm and leapt into the air.

Inosuke was silent for a few minutes, silently contemplating the sheer insanity of the past few minutes. This was all real. He wasn't dreaming. That meant that the people he fought and hurt were real people, even the weird snake guy. Honestly, he was thankful that he thought it was a dream and wasn't taking it more seriously until he fought the rabbit lady. He could have killed them out of sheer ignorance. Hell, he almost cut off the rabbit lady's hands.

Rumi thought that kid would be more talkative considering his bravado during their short fight. Ordinarily she would've just handed the kid over to the cops and went on to find another villain, but his skill was incredible for someone so young. He even managed to break her nose with a cheap shot when her guard was down.

"Oi, kid, you got a name?"

"Huh?"

Mirko stopped as she landed on the next roof. "I said, you got a name?"

"Hashibira Inosuke," he grumbled.

She looked down at the now named Inosuke. The station could wait a few minutes for them to talk. Probably would be better if she set him down though instead of hanging from her arm. Not like he could get out of the cuffs anyways, unless he was crazy enough to break some fingers. Even then she could just chase him down again, but from the way he was acting it didn't seem like escape was on his mind.

So she sat him down, crouching to meet his masked gaze. "What's your story kid? You show up, pick a fight with some heroes, and then say you don't even know what a quirk is?" She questions, raising an eyebrow. "If I wasn't good at readin' body language I'd think you were fucking with me."

All she gets in response is a silent stare.

"Silent treatment eh? Kid, I'm trying to help you out here, give me something to work with. You're already in a lot of trouble for what you pulled today."

Inosuke raises his head. "I just wanted to have a good fight… I didn't think it was real… People that look like you aren't supposed to be real." The only other bunny person he had ever seen was Nezuko in that one dream he had a while back.

"People that look like… you mean the ears? You've never seen someone with heteromorphic traits before?"

"Hetero-whatnow?"

Gods, how sheltered was this kid? "What the hell kid, you grow up in the mountains or something?" She rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

"Uhhh… yes?"

Ooookay then. She meant that as more of a figure of speech, not an example. Doesn't know what quirks are, apparently grew up in the mountains, incredible fighter, it just kept getting more confusing. It wasn't like this was the Amazon, hell, you could see cities from most of the mountains nowadays. Plus he could talk just fine, had some nice quality, slightly beat up katanas…

Mirko shook her head. This was for the police to figure out. Why was she getting so invested in this? Finding out all of this shit was the job of the police. Was it because he reminded her of what she used to do before becoming a hero? The fact that he seemed to be clueless about things that are common knowledge?

It didn't matter. She should just let it go.

"Alright. That's enough talking. Let's get you down to the station." He yelped as the rabbit hero grabbed him by the waist and took off bounding across the rooftops.

[Musutafu Police Station, Present]

Heizou pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"Mirko, you can't just barge into the front door of the precinct with a kid like this. We have procedures for a reason." He shook his head at the rabbit hero. Mirko's modus operandi was to just leave villains behind at the scene, broken and unconscious. This was the first he'd seen her personally drag someone to the police personally. "Why are you even here anyways? You could've just let an officer pick him up."

While Heizou was scolding her, Mirko had sat Inosuke down on one of the nearby chairs. The boar-headed teen was fidgeting around, watching all the people giving the trio curious looks as they passed by. He tuned out the conversation the two adults were having as he analyzed this new location. He had only seen police a few times, and they didn't look anything like this. Some were in suits, others walked around in bulky clothing with what looked like armor.

He watched as another officer walked by, one with the head of a cat. If it weren't for the fact that the officer's ears twitched, he would have thought he was also wearing a mask. The whole experience today was surreal. He was in Japan, apparently, but not a part that he had ever seen. How did he get here? What was he doing before this? He remembered hunting on the mountain, Tanjiro yelling for him…

Throb!

He grunted, feeling a blistering pain in his head. The more he tried to remember the worse the pain became. His vision blurred and he felt himself falling. Then everything faded to black..

A few minutes earlier.

"So Eraserhead helped take him down, and then you got cocky and the kid broke your nose?" He chuckled as Mirko's cheeks flushed red. "I guess that explains why you were so interested in him. He actually gave you a challenge for someone so young."

Mirko shrugged. "I mean, I wasn't expecting him to headbutt me, that's for sure. But yea, kid's got moxie, gotta admire that!" Her expression darkened. "But that's only part of the reason I brought him here myself. Kid said he doesn't know what a quirk is or where he was. The only things I got out of him on the way over here were a name and that he was apparently raised in the mountains." She continued. "I got the feeling that he's telling the truth, but that doesn't explain where he got the swords, or his skill with them."

"That definitely is concerning. Especially if he was keeping up with you after knocking out another pro." He looked down at the boy, who was sitting still, appearing to be deep in thought. "That kind of talent requires years of training. We'll have to-""Hnch!"THUD!

Both of them flinched, startled as the boy fell out of his chair, breathing heavily and twitching while holding his head.

"Shit! I think he's having a seizure! Tamakawa, grab the first aid kit! Mirko, get that mask off and hold his head to the side. He might choke on his saliva!"

Rumi grabbed the boar mask, yanking it smoothly off the boy's head to reveal a feminine face and black hair with blue highlights. Not the face she was expecting a guy like him to have, especially with his gravelly voice, but that wasn't a concern right now. Calling back to her first aid training, she rolled him onto his left side since he wasn't spasming too much.

Heizou started counting the time since the seizure started while rapidly moving to uncuff the kid. Thankfully the seizure didn't seem to be a severe one, but you could never be too careful. Mirko seemed to have it handled, and the shaking had stopped after a minute or two.

Eventually the boy's breathing slowed down and his eyelids began to flutter.

"Hey, kid! Are you alright?" Mirko asked, showing slight concern.

He opened his eyes, noticing that he was now on the floor, sweating profusely. The male officer and rabbit lady were by his side, kneeling down. Rabbit lady held his mask in one arm.

"What… happened?""You had a seizure while we were talking." Heizou asked. Inosuke tried to sit up more, but the detective motioned for him to stay still. "Stay still son, everything is going to be fine. Now, has this ever happened to you before?"

Inosuke shook his head slowly. That wasn't a good sign. They needed to take him to the hospital to make sure nothing serious was wrong with him. "Alright, Hashibira, was it?" Heizou looked over to Mirko, who nodded. "We're going to take you to see a doctor, just to make sure you're alright. Mirko here told me you headbutted her, so it could just be some minor head trauma."

That was odd. He'd headbutted people a bunch before, and this never happened. It had to be something else… oh yea! He was trying to remember how he got here… probably not the best idea to try that again for now.

[Musutafu General Hospital, 4 hours later]

After making sure that Hashibira was stable enough to transport, Heizou had gone with the boy, along with another officer to keep watch on him. Mirko had left to continue her work, but asked to be kept in the loop about the boy's condition. It seemed like Hashibira Inosuke had caught the rabbit hero's interest.

Right now, however, he was currently waiting for the nurses to bring him the test results. They were going to run him through the quirk registry, take some blood, and give him a general checkup. Until then, all he could do was sit and wait. Since Hashibira was being guarded by another officer, he decided to grab a late lunch. He spotted another officer sitting in the cafeteria and decided to join him.

"Oi, what brings you here today, Detective Shikanoin?" The officer asked. If he recalled correctly, this man was part of Tsukauchi's squad.

He set his tray down across from his junior. "Got roped into bringing some kid here, he got into a fight with Mirko. How about you? Just on guard duty?"

The officer hesitated, Tsukauchi said that this was U.A. business, so he shouldn't really be talking about it. He decided to be as vague as possible. "Can't say too much since you aren't cleared for it, but Tsukauchi has me guarding some guy he found, POI in a case he's working. Let me tell ya, not sure how this dude is still alive. He looks like he got toasted by Endeavor." He slurped up some of his cup noodles before shuddering. "It's a miracle he's still alive."

Heizou remembered that Tsukauchi was working with U.A., being the reason that he was here instead of back at the station finishing his interrogation. Sango better not go back on her word and take credit…

The speakers above buzzed. "

Detective Shikanoin to room 205 please, Detective Shikanoin to room 205." Damn. He'd have to eat on the way back.

As he approached room 205, he was pulled aside by the doctor in charge of Inosuke's examination. The doctor has the same look that Heizou has seen on the faces of countless officers. The face of a man who has important news to share..

"Ah, Detective! Come, join me in my office. We have much to discuss about this astounding patient you brought in!" The doctor exclaims, ushering him into a side room and closing the door.

He wasn't entirely sure what the doctor was so excited about. He was expecting to be briefed on Hashibira's health, not whatever this was shaping up to be. Maybe the boy had some rare quirk?

The doctor broke the silence. "I assume you are wondering why I'm so giddy. That boy you brought in is truly something! I've never seen anyone like him in all my years!" He exclaims, eyes shining with excitement.

"Is his quirk rare or something?" He inquired.

"No, quite the opposite! Inosuke is quirkless." Exclaimed the doctor while he pulled up some images on the screen to show the detective.

What.

"Explain. Now." That couldn't be right. That kid was keeping up with Mirko of all people in a fight, and that was after he had just taken down another pro.

The doctor then swiveled one of his monitors, showing Heizou an X-Ray of Hashibira's foot. "While we were checking him for injuries, we noticed he still had the extra toe joint. Now, of course we wouldn't only use that as an indicator since that test is only 30% accurate. When we ran the blood work, however, is where we made the most important discovery." He leans in. "Hashibira has no quirk gene at all."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, even those that are quirkless have the quirk gene, it just doesn't express a quirk factor. That's why even two quirkless parents can have a kid with a quirk. Quirk genetics are complicated… At first scientists thought that the Plus Alpha gene followed Mendelian inheritance, until it didn't." He sighs. "Even after all these years we still have no idea on the origins of quirks. A virus brewed up in some lab in China? Aliens? Natural human evolution? Who knows? I'm sorry… I went on a bit of a tangent there. The point is, Hashibira does not have any trace of the Plus Alpha gene in his body. If I hadn't seen the results myself I would've called the nurse insane."

"Is that uncommon?"

"Uncommon? It should be impossible! Unless there's some group who has managed to keep the quirk gene out of their family line for almost two hundred years without any sort of inbreeding, AND somehow not develop a quirk on their own after all this time. Even then, we stopped seeing people without the quirk gene around the third or fourth generation. Quite simply, he should not exist. And that's not even going over the non-quirk related abnormalities the boy has!"

Heizou was not prepared for a scientific lecture today. "Can you sum it up quickly? I can read the rest in the report."

"Of course. I know you don't have all day. First of all, that boy is one of the healthiest teenagers I've ever seen." Quirkless people aren't as durable as people with enhancement, but they still are stronger and faster than those before the dawn of quirks. "Through pure physical effort, he is on the same level as some hero students I've treated in the past. His immune system is so strong we had to use triple the amount of medication on him just to have a chance of it working. We were unable to find any previous vaccination records, and I doubt you will find any considering we thought pre-quirk humans were extinct, so he wouldn't be in the system."

He clutched his head, listening to the doctor exposit.

The doctor seemed to notice. "Apologies. I'm rambling again." He continued. "He will need to get those updated soon. Other than that the only thing to worry about is the seizure you reported. While we were treating him he mentioned that he was 'trying to remember how he got here' before it happened. I would guess that it was a PTSD-induced pseudoseizure. We didn't detect any abnormalities in the brain and we don't exactly have any medical records on hand. I would suggest not trying to interrogate him about his past, he may relapse."

Therapy would probably help, PTSD wouldn't just vanish. "Other than that, I would suggest we keep him overnight for observation, but that is up to you. He is in no immediate medical danger from what I can tell."

Heizou drummed his fingers on the desk, deep in thought. There was more to this than he was expecting or prepared to deal with, especially with his caseload. He still needed to let Mirko know about the kid as well.

"I'll go with your suggestion on keeping him overnight. I'll be back tomorrow morning to pick him up." He stood up, shaking the doctor's hand. "Oh, and as much as Hashibira interests you, he is a part of an active investigation."

"Yes yes, I'm no fool. I've worked with the police force for years. I can keep this a secret. Doesn't mean I won't ask the boy if I can write a paper on him when this is all over!" He lets out a hearty laugh.

Doctors will be doctors, he guessed. Find some medical marvel and they want to write a fifty page paper on it.

It had been 3 hours since he returned from the hospital. Luckily, Sango had followed through, despite her being the one to get the confession out of his suspect she still let him take credit. One more tally to his monthly total.

When he got back to the station, there was a sealed folder on his desk, containing one single sheet of paper that showed there were no relatives in the system for Hashibira. Great. After that, he called Mirko, leaving a voicemail when she didn't pick up. Probably in another fight.

Ping!
His phone chimed with a text.

Mirko: Omw to the station. 5m out.

She better not be texting while jumping across the rooftops. At that speed it was essentially distracted driving. He'd seen heroes ticketed for texting while flying. A few minutes later he heard soft footsteps approach his desk.

He looked up to see Mirko slap a bundle of papers on his desk.

Villain Reform Application

"Gimme the kid."

That was one he hadn't seen in a long time. "Mirko, this case is less than a day old. We can't just immediately release him into your custody. It has to be approved, there is a whole process-

He stopped talking as she scowled at him. "- and since when do you take in teenagers? You don't even do sidekicks or interns?"

Something about Inosuke reminded him of herself when she was in high school. Sure the kid made mistakes, but so had she, and she turned out fine, despite what Ryuko or Old Man Oguro said to the contrary. Quirkless or not, the kid had skill and moxie and she respected the hell out of that. She would set this boar masked punk on the path of a hero!