Take my Brain, or What Remains(ON HOLD)

Chapter 2: My Body is A Cage

Aizawa's ears were ringing, but he was alive. He wasn't sore, but he couldn't rule out injury yet. His vision was clouded with white, and the more he blinked, the clearer things got. He was lying on the ground, outside the facility.

"Fuck..."

He groaned as he pushed himself up. He looked around, trying to understand what had happened. The boy.

He was lying next to him, unconscious but breathing. That was good. He shuffled over to him, gently nudging him.

"Kid? Kid, you need to wake up for me, can you do that please? Come on."

The boy's eyes flickered, and in a beat the boy was on his feet, looking around. Aizawa didn't know what was happening. The boy looked up. Just...up, and he was crying. He sucked in a deep breath, and smiled the brightest grin Aizawa had ever seen.

"Kid?"

Aizawa hadn't realised he'd swapped over to Japanese when the boy turned to him, still smiling.

"You speak Japanese?"

The kid tilted his head in confusion.

"Yeah? I'm Japanese, what else would I speak?"

Aizawa froze.

"Kid, do you know where you are?"

"Well I was just in there, Aperture Science, and now I'm here. Hopefully not too far from home."

"Kid, we're in America."

"What? America?"

Aizawa nodded. The kid looked confused.

"Okay, we'll worry about that later, for now, we need to get you to a hospital."

***

There had been heavy casualties. Most of his group hadn't made it, either from the toxic gas or the explosion that followed it. Thousands of the people they'd detected underground perished. They just couldn't find them. The boy Aizawa had found was in plain sight, but the rest? They were anyone's guess.

The boy, at least, was kind. Friendly, if not somewhat untrusting.

Aizawa was asked to stay with him in the hospital, being the only Japanese speaker in the group, and that he'd been there with the kid.

Said kid was playing with the blanket of the hospital bed.

"So, I can't keep calling you 'kid' all day. Do you have a name?"

The boy looked to him, curiously.

"Oh, my name is Midoriya Izuku!"

Aizawa smiled, despite himself.

"I'm Aizawa Shouta, but I also go by Eraserhead."

Midoriya had paused.

"Eraser?"

Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, why, have you heard of me?"

The boy just shook his head, looking a bit uneasy.

"Midoriya, I wanted to thank you for before. You saved me from the explosion, and I owe you a great deal of gratitude. Mind if I ask how you did it?"

Midoriya flushed at the praise, covering his eyes.

"It's really no trouble! I just did what any good person would do! But um...as for how..."

Midoriya lifted his hands from the blanket, holding them outstretched in front of him. Aizawa was eyeing him curiously as he moved, and he flinched when his hands started shifting. He idly wondered if he should've warned the man first.