Life Within a Tarot Deck

Protecting the Mochi

Mitsuki was massaging her head as a migraine was pounding on it like a jackhammer to concrete.

She had yelled at Death Arms for the assumption that Izuku had died under the rubble, yelled at Backdraft for a spare jacket to cover the same boy and the now revealed scars from the public, and yelled at the paramedics for discrimination once they found out that Izuku was registered as Quirkless and threatening lawsuit, and furthermore demanded to speak to a CPS since they were refusing her request on treating the poor greenette.

You are not his legal guardian, they said. We have priority over those who have a chance of surviving, they said.

"That is some bullshit talk saying you don't treat anybody who is Quirkless. This is a hospital damit! You should not discriminate!!"

So, in their fear of the blonde with an iron skillet, they did the basic treatment for Izuku and did further treatment for Katsuki as his arms will be out of commission for at least 4 months. They had them in the same room, so that is a plus.

"Mrs. Bakugou?"

Mitsuki looked up and saw a male officer with a serpentine individual with minty green scales from the tail and the edges of her cheeks, glassy emerald eyes, and hair the same color as her scales. She was also wearing semi-formal attire. She slid inside the room and the officer closed the door before reaching the female blonde, showing their badges.

"I am Ophiuchi from Tattooin Child Welfare and Protective services, my partner is Detective Tsukauchi." She introduced herself, putting her badge away after Mitsuki nodded in confirmation. "I am here upon your request regarding Midoriya Izuku?"

"Yes and please, call me Mitsuki. Would it be possible if you tell me your full name instead of your Hero? I would like to have some familiarity, as I am trusting you with this information."

The Heroine looked at the blonde boy next to the window, in a deep sleep and she could tell he was drugged to help him through the night. According to information from Tsukauchi he has seen the events and PTSD would likely occur in the poor boy.

She then looked at the greenette next to him, looking at the scars along the upper thighs and chest, asleep as well. Her heart ached and her eyes narrowed in anger, but she needs to keep her professionalism. She looked at Tsukauchi and he nodded in confirmation.

"Of course, my name is Ophelia Serpentine, and the detective is Naomasa Tsukauchi. You can call me Ophelia." Mitsuki nodded and Ophelia sat on her coils while Tsukauchi pulled up his chair.

Tsukauchi then spoke, taking his hat off and setting it aside. "Before we begin, Mrs. Bakugou, I would like your permission for me to use my Quirk during the interview. I have an ability to detect lies and when it comes to the welfare of children and accusations we need to be as accurate as possible in order to determine Midoriya's safety. Do you consent?"

Mitsuki stared at the Detective with scrutinizing eyes. "Are you going to record this as well? I would like to have a hardcopy to make sure everything is recorded."

"We can do that." Tsukauchi replied and pulled out a small electronic device and put it between the three of them after pressing the record. "Will this work?"

Mitsuki nodded. "Then I give my consent, I need to protect the Little Mochi after recent events came to light."

Ophelia raised her eyebrow. "Little Mochi?"

Mitsuki chuckled lightly. "Sorry, that is what I call Izuku. He has a cute round face so I can't help teasing him about it."

The serpentine Heroine wrote the information down and looked at Tsukauchi, who nodded that she was telling the truth. She marked the info with the letter 'T' next to it.