Aizawa's Cat (Old)

Chapter 31

Smiling happily, Izuku waved to his classmates as he ran up to them. They were at the shopping centre closest to the school so they could get anything they needed for their training camp that was in a few weeks.
It had been touch and go for a few of them, they hadn't passed their tests, but Aizawa-sensei pulled a logical ruse and let everyone go. Really they should be used to him doing that.

The internships had been a disaster, he had gone with Dragoon Hero: Ryukyu, his fighting while transformed needed some work so he thought she was the best one to go with and he had learnt a lot! It had just been strange when he had been with her one minute, then standing over the prone form of Stain the next, apparently 'he' had sprinted out of the agency, which was one city over from Hosu, and made it in time to save Iida, native and Shoto from the vigilante turned serial killer.

"Kacchan! Shoto! I'm going to head off. I-I'll see you later." Turning away from the duo to hide his blush the green haired boy barely waited for them to agree before he was sprinting off.

'Ne, what's got you so embarrassed Izu~'

Blushing again at the Alters teasing words, Izuku pouted.

'Shut up, I want to get them something as a thank you for being so understanding and dealing with us.'

He could feel Shin move closer to the front and heard his smirk,

'Ah, so that's why, you want to get something Naughty don't you?'

Thankfully he didn't have to reply as an arm slung itself around his shoulders.
"Hey, you're that kid from the sports Festival! Uh, Midoriya, right?"
Instantly Izuku was on guard, he didn't know why but that voice sent alarm racing through him and, when he glanced at the mans face, he definitely didn't recognise him.
"T-that's right, u-um-" as his mind raced to figure out why he was so on edge, he subtly tried to get out from the other mans arm only for a four fingered grip to fall around his throat.

"Now, now," the man hissed, "You don't want to bring any attention to us do you? You know what'll happen if you do."
No, no he didn't but apparently he should've. As the man pulled him by the grip around his throat towards a bench, he frantically screamed in his head.

'Anyone know who the hell this is?'

'I have no clue, he sounds like he knows us though. Batsu?'

*Don't know him either. Go along with what he says for now, obviously he has a touch based quirk like Uraraka and we do not want to know what it is when his hand is 'round our throat.*

'Does this mean there's another alter?'

'Probably, but let's deal with that when we're out hot water yeah?'

He tried to keep up with what the man was saying, but he was missing a lot of context.

*Hang on, did he just say something about the USJ?*

'He must have been there, it's a shame we don't remember what happened.'

And they really didn't, all they had were fragmented memories, sounds and brief sensations which they had chalked down to stress or adrenaline induced memory loss but from what the man was saying, they had played a major role.

"Why aren't people paying attention to me?" The man child whined, his grip tightening slightly, "It's all about the Hero killer this, AllMight that, what makes me so different from them?"

Izuku swallowed nervously, picking at a loose thread on the bottom of his shirt.
"U-um, w-w-well, ah, A-AllMight a-a-and S-Stain h-have a m-m-message, a r-reason beh-hind what t-they d-do, so, um,"
green eyes widened when they landed on two familiar figures walking towards them,
"N-not that I c-condone v-vigilantism o-or anything, u-uh, S-stain, he l-looked up to AllMight, u-used him a-as what a h-hero s-should b-be a-a-and-"

"Of course! It all boils down to AllMight! He is the problem!"
"U-uh," Izuku glanced at the crazy man beside him before realising correcting him would be a mistake.

"Deku?"

While he had been busy Kacchan had made his way closer, standing just out of arms reach, his eyes alert.
"Looks like our fun is over." The pale blue haired man leant forwards, his eyes never leaving the tense form in front of them as he whispered into Izuku's ear,
"No hard feelings yeah? Can't have them following me."

The words barely registered when the man's hovering finger brushed against his skin for a split second before releasing him and agonizing pain speared through where he had touched. Izuku clutched at the left side of his neck as soon as he was able, panic bubbling up as fast as the blood between his fingers.
"Shit! Deku!"

Kacchan was at his side instantly, nearly ripping his hoodie off and pressing it against his throat, his other hand fishing his phone out of his pocket.
"Izuku."
Shoto was there, taking over and applying more pressure and leaning the green haired boy against his chest.
"S-sho-" a cough racked his chest as a bubbly feeling in the back of his throat popped and iron tainted his tongue, blood trickling through his clenched teeth.

"Kat!" Shoto snapped, his eyes full of panic, "How long?" The blonde answered someone on the phone before snapping,
"A few minutes, keep him awake! Don't let him fucking sleep IcyHot!"

By that point a crowd of panicked and curious shoppers had converged around them like they were an exhibit at the zoo.
"Make way! You are blocking the pathway and I insist you let us through!"

'Iida!'

Kacchan must have heard him too, bobbing on his toes to see over the crowd as he kept the phone to his ear and, though he would never admit it, relaxing slightly when he saw the familiar dark blue hair of their class president with the others not far behind.

"Oi, glasses! Crowd control!" It said something about their class that they didn't object, instantly moving to dispel the civilians without second thought but Izuku didn't have the energy to analyse it, his eyes felt heavy as he leant on Shoto.
"Izu, stay awake, you can't sleep yet." His boyfriends voice was firm, but he could still hear the slight tremor that told him he was scared.

"I kno'," he rasped, coughing again and cringing at the pain that raced through his neck.

'Kacchan's hoodie is ruined.'

Blood soaked the grey fabric and dripped off of Shoto's hand to fall onto Izuku's jeans.
"Where the fuck is the ambulance?" Shoto snarled, his face contorting into a grimace.
"It's outside," Kacchan turned to face away from them,
"Glasses!" He boomed, "Lead the Ambulance crew!"
The whir of Iida's recipral was the only answer they recieved.

Kacchan finally ended the call, moving over to kneel in front of them. Izuku smiled weakly, hating that he was the cause of the worry furrowing the blondes brow. It didn't seem to have the affect he intended so he reached out with his hand, relaxing when the blonde held it tight.

"I love you, Kacchan, Shoto." His voice was weak and breathy but both boys heard,
"Hey," Shoto reprimanded softly as he ran his free hand through green curls, "Don't say that like you're saying goodbye."

"Yeah," the blonde grunted, his red eyes staring into the smaller boy's, his voice softer than Izuku had ever heard it, "You're gonna be fine Deku, they're nearly here, just hold on."

'I want to, I really, really do but I can't feel your hand anymore Kacchan and I'm so cold.'

His eyelids felt like they had weights attatched, drooping lower with every choked breath. He was so tired.
"'M sorry," he whispered as his eyes nearly closed, "I love you."

The last thing he saw was Kacchan's eyes widen,

'He looks so scared.'

"Izuku!"

Everything went black.