Part 24
I sit in the room with Todoroki and Iida. I glance from Iida to Todoroki occasionally. The new news from the doctor that examined Iida, well, it isn't good.
I look up when I hear the sound of the door sliding open. I stay silent, watching Iida as they tell Midoriya. I may have taken away their pain earlier, but I did nothing for their actual health, just made it bearable for the time being. Listening in to the conversation, I bristle when I hear Iida's decision.
Planning to leave it to be fixed until you become a hero sounds honorable, but I can't see it as anything more than stupid. What if more things happen in the future, what if there's an instance you might need it but it isn't responding properly? What do you do if you use it in the future before becoming a hero and when you become a hero they tell you it's no longer possible due to the worn outness caused by not fixing it sooner?
I don't voice my concerns though, instead watching as he and Izuku make a pact.
Hearing Todoroki's sudden serious statement about crushing hands, I almost choke on my air. I'm sorry sir, what? What did you just say? Are you hearing what's coming out of your mouth? Todoroki, honey, no.
I'm busy wheezing on air as the other two laughs.
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In another place, at a similar time, a phone call is happening. Between the symbol of peace and his teacher. The information that is exchanged is as to be expected, the information that is usually exchanged in this instance through the dimensions.
Of course though, with the add-on of the Huntre stray, a few things always go astray.
"Toshinori" Gran Torino said into the phone. They had been discussing other things but he had remembered something.
"Keep a watch on The Kitsune, this isn't building well in the eyes of the public. And while it may seem clean-cut and edges, I'm sure something's going to fall out of place at some point. I fear society may be having more than one predicted change."
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It's been two days from the Hosu incident, and I've knocked out to say the least. The doctors had assured the others that I was fine, and went on to explain that I was probably physically and emotionally drained, which wouldn't be wrong.
I could hear them when they talked, and I could open my eyes but that was about it. I couldn't move, my body unwilling with it's level of tired. Peaking open my eyes, I look to my left to see Midoriya sitting up in his bed.
Everyonce in a while my hands twitched, but that wasn't me, that was my hands pained reaction to the muscle and skin slowly regrowing in the burned spots on my hands. It didn't hurt that much, just annoying.
I can hear the phone he's holding as it goes over the news. The news is talking over the official statement given out by the police, and I roll my eyes for a second before closing them and opening them again. I let out a grumbling sound and look over at him when I hear his bed move.
"Ah, morning Mango." Izuku says, and I blink a few times at him. "Mmmmnng" I respond. He lets out a small laugh before looking back down at his phone. "Just like the policeman said, we weren't mentioned in the news." He tells me. "Gggood." I manage to get out. He nods before looking away.
Letting out a sigh through my nose, I look to my right for a second. The bright lights of the morning shine through the window, but it's not low enough to the ground for me to see much, other than the always present skyscrapers of the city.
Closing my eyes, I groan out a, "niiigh".
I can hear Zuks laugh before he responds, "Night to you too." Humming in response, I drift back to sleep.