The Emperor's Dragon

We Know The Truth

Izuku was feeling both excited and nervous. Today was the day he'd get to help someone. Kurogiri had insisted that he dress in his best clothes today, and so he was wearing a suit and tie and his curls had been slicked back with a copious amount of styling product. Where Kurogiri had gotten the suit from was beyond him, though the misty man had tied his tie for him. He still didn't know how to make a proper knot. The misty man had instructed him to have black hair and black eyes today and then they had waited in the bar until Giran had arrived.

The broker even looked neat and tidy and after a short conversation with Kurogiri, the warp gate had opened and he'd accompanied Giran through Kurogiri. It was a bit of a surprise when Kurogiri reformed behind them.

"Yeah, didn't think I'd be allowed to take His Highness myself," the broker had commented.

Kurogiri had said nothing and Giran had quickly gotten the point. They were walking towards what looked to be a huge house. It couldn't be a house though, not really, it was far too large.

"This is an elderly care home," Kurogiri explained.

Izuku nodded as they followed Giran along the driveway.

There was a covered area at the end of it and Giran just strode into the facility with them in tow. There was a receptionist sitting there. Izuku watched as Giran spoke a few words to her and he didn't see exactly what the pink eyed man did but he did see Giran make a gesture towards the woman. It looked like he was holding something. And then they walked past her down one of the corridors.

Giran led them confidently. He checked a couple of doors, and Izuku could see there were numbers and names on them but apparently they weren't the right ones. Eventually they came to a door. The name tag said Saisho and Giran nodded before he stopped in front of it.

"This is the lady," the grey haired man announced.

Izuku instantly felt- He wasn't sure what he felt. Nervous was a definite descriptor, combined with pride and worry and everything he could possibly feel. This was going to be the first person he helped. The first person, apart from his Dad, who he deliberately took a quirk from and wasn't going to give it back. Kurogiri seemed to understand, because the misty man put one hand on his shoulder.

That was grounding. Izuku took a deep breath and nodded. Then he looked straight into Giran's pink eyes. "I'm ready."

The broker chuckled and then tapped on the door before he opened it.

For Izuku, stepping inside that room was a revelation. He could see everything, hear everything and he knew he was going to remember this room for the rest of his life. On the far side, there was a large, floor to ceiling window that looked out onto a garden. There appeared to be a small balcony- no, there was a walkway around the building and the window was actually a sliding door that opened up onto it. There were curtains but at the moment, only a light and airy curtain was drawn across the space.

There was a bed to his left but not so close that he could touch it even if he reached out as he came through the door. It was made and there was a maroon cover on it. The top pillow cover was in the same colour scheme but was patterned and had frills. A cupboard seemed to line the wall on the left side of the bed and there was a door to his right. It led to the bathroom.

In front of the window there was a small table and chairs. They were sitting chairs placed on the side of the sliding door that didn't open so they didn't get in the way.

Everything was perfectly placed.

There was a woman sitting in one of the chairs. The sun streamed down on her.

"Oh, you are here," she murmured.

Izuku looked at the woman. Her hair was so grey it was white, and her eyes were pale but Izuku could tell that they had once been blue. She gave them a smile and he realised with a small start of surprise that she was dressed in a kimono. No one wore them these days, except on formal occasions.