Puppet Master

We Are Coming For You!

"Still no news?"

"We have contacted Sir Nighteye because we think the Yakuza could be part of this but as of now we don't have any updates concerning Class 1-A."

"Tsukauchi, it's been almost two weeks!"

"I know, Mic, and we are trying our best but if really is the Yakuza they are known to have their tracks covered suspiciously well."

Hizashi sighed loudly into the phone.

Three weeks ago Class 1-A was attacked, again, while out for ice cream by who is presumed to be the League of Villains but now might also be the Yakuza. Only Todoroki, Hitoshi, Kaminari, Yoarashi, Izuku, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Hizashi, who accompanied them, got away. The rest of Class 1-A, along with Shouta, disappeared. The remaining students were currently under quarantine in the underground bunker between Class 1-A's and Class 1-B's dorm buildings, a tunnel leading from each into it but both under tight lock. Classes were put on hold for them, they could not use any cellular devices, meals were brought in at specific times during the day with a special code to get in, and family members were unable to come and see their children. It might seem overboard but Class 1-A has been targeted so often in these past six months that they had to take all precautions necessary to keep the remaining members safe.

"How are they holding up?" Tsukauchi asked.

Hizashi swallowed thickly. "They are... trying. Hitoshi has pretty much cornered himself off. Todoroki tries to be there for him as much as possible. Yoarashi and Kaminari are doing their best trying to keep spirits up. Uraraka is shaken pretty hard and Yaoyorozu is the voice of reason."

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"And?"

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"Izuku is..." Hizashi bit his tongue, mulling over his words. "No one aside from me is allowed to approach Izuku." "What do you mean?" "It is unsafe," Hizashi replied. "I've not seen him like this before. He wasn't even this bad when we first met. Izuku is in a corner of the bunker sitting. The only movement he makes is small shivers, his eyes, when I force him to something, and a small cube that Kaminari rolled over to him with a bunch of fake buttons that Izuku messes with almost constantly. He doesn't mean to but Izuku reacts violently when someone comes near, just until he realizes where he is again. Then he reacts violently towards himself for accidentally attacking whoever it was. He only sleeps a few hours every three days or so. He is doing better in the recent days but it is like he completely reverted back to his state on the street. Tsukauchi..." Hizashi looked down at his own shaking hand. "Tsukauchi, we need to find them soon. I don't think he will last much longer before he either kills himself, permanently dissociates, or decides to go after them himself."

Tsukauchi hummed. "Dang it. Are you still considering letting Class 1-A join the fight should we find them?" "WHEN!" Hizashi snapped back to the phone before lowering his voice. "Sorry..." "Don't be," Tsukauchi stopped him. "Tensions are high. I would be more worried if you didn't snap even a little, Mic." Hizashi hummed. "I guess. Principle Nezu wants to use Class 1-A's experience against them to the full extent. He also wants to use it to get them past this, I think. Sure, if the pro's got rid of the League it would be great but the students need to do this themselves, actually be able to fight back this time against the villains that have been constantly aiming at them."

"Alright," Tsukauchi said. "I will keep you updated. We will find them, Mic."

Hizashi watched the green-haired boy in the far corner of the rather large bunker from the camera system above ground. He swallowed. "I know, Tsukauchi. Just, please hurry."

*click*

Hizashi pocketed his phone.

"Well?" He glanced up at Nemuri who slid him a coffee. Now, Hizashi was not normally one for coffee but recently he had begun to understand Shouta's affinity towards it. Hizashi took a big swig of his. "Nothing," he replied. "How are you holding up?" Hizashi looked back at the cameras. "I don't know, Nemuri," he admitted. Hizashi hung his head. "I just don't know."