Fragmented Shift

20

The Aizawa-Yamada household was a flurry of activity. As soon as Hizashi ended the call with Recovery Girl, he was off pulling out the spare futon, clearing out a space in the middle of the living room and finding the old ratty sheets that he'd tucked away somewhere (he found them under the sink in the bathroom next to the first aid kit he'd wanted to grab). 

Two minutes at most later, the blond man paused in the middle of the room.

"Futon, sheets, first aid kit…what else?" Tapping his chin with a finger, other arm wrapped around his waist, a figurative light bulb appeared above him as he finally remembered, "Aha!" A few quick steps and he was in the kitchen filling a large bowl with warm water, throwing a few clean rags in and carefully placing it out of the way.

That should be everything, even if it wasn't, Hizashi didn't have any more time to ponder before the familiar sound of a cane rapping against wood reached his ears.

Recovery Girl's face was all business as she pushed past, rolling her sleeves up as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Not here yet? Good." Two tone green eyes watched as the elderly woman washed her hands and snapped on some gloves, Yamada having to consciously stop himself from gnawing on the side of his thumb as anxiety swirled in his stomach.

"Should be here any second. I think I got everything ready."

"Good enough," she mused as she eyed the set-up, "So the patient is young?" Mic nodded, his hasty bun flopping around.

"Yeah, that's all he said, a child and blood loss."

"Better than most-"

Bang!

Hizashi didn't jump, anyone who said otherwise was a liar, but he did rush over to a panting Shouta and help take the blood drenched child to the futon. The kid looked rough, blood and bruises coated their pale skin, chest heaving as their green eyes rolled deliriously. The blood was obviously coming from the little listener's arms, Shou's capture scarf wrapped tightly around stained forearms to apply pressure.

Recovery Girl was in her element, unwrapping the scarf to see what she was dealing with and barking orders.

"Aizawa, I need the suture kit! Yamada, cloths and water!" 

The three of them worked in tandem on the now unconscious little one, until the vertical gashes in his forearms were closed with neat stitches and wrapped with clean bandages.

"I'm worried he doesn't have much stamina for me to heal him," She admitted lowly, "Whatever he'd been doing before the attempted suicide completely drained him."

"He was looking for me." Blond and grey heads turned towards Aizawa, watching him as he carded his hand through the green curls tenderly. "He's one of my students, though I've known him for longer and not realised." Slowly Hizashi crouched next to where his husband sat at the boy's side, waiting for him to talk again. "Do you remember Aibō?" Confused, the loud man nodded slowly,

"Yeah, the kitty right? You talked about them for ages and brought them home when they were hurt. You were devastated when he disappeared."

Nodding down at the boy, Aizawa sighed.

"Midoriya's quirk is Animal Transformation. He can change into any animal, the larger or farther the form from his humanoid state, the more stress it puts on his muscles and joints but it also has a funny quirk of sorts." Looking up into the worried faces, a single tear ran down his cheek. "All the animals he turns into are green."

Yamada gasped, hand flying to cover his mouth,

"So he's-"

"He was Aibō the whole time and when they needed me, they went back to that alley even though it has been two years since we last met. If I hadn't been there, hadn't gone past that alley-"