In His Element(s) || avatar / bnha

Things Come to Light

The medics were already on the field by the time Shouta got out there.

He'd almost thought that he'd have to straight up knock Mera out before the man agreed to stop the exam and let the medics and pro heroes get out there to protect the students.

He almost did punch him, if he was being honest, but Emi was already backing him up and he was reminded that he would actually like to still have his license after all of this. So he settled for activating his quirk and staring the man down. With Eraserhead, Ms. Joke, and shortly after Gang Orca himself all confirming the same thing, that there was a real villain attack in progress (more or less), the Commission man caved and signaled the termination of the exam to the students over the loudspeaker system. As the qualified support heroes that came with Gang Orca worked to get both volunteers and baffled students off the field, Shouta took off himself to find his very stressful problem children . He headed in the direction of the most commotion, Emi hot on his heels.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" she asked from behind him, voice low and tense.

"Not here." He glanced behind him, meeting her eyes. "Not now. I can't."

"Damn it , Shouta." She grabbed his arm and pulled the two of them to a halt. He let her, facing her gaze as she searched his face intently. "You knew what that attack was. And so did Aang. He-" she dropped her voice. "He called it a spirit . He knew it was coming, to the point it hurt him. So what is going on?"

"Emi, I-" He groaned in irritation, pushing his hair back from his face. "I can't do this here. Later. I will talk to you later," he insisted, seeing her narrow her eyes. "Let me make sure my students are alright first, though. Please."

Something in her face softened.

"Ok. But you-" she waved a finger under his nose threateningly. "Owe me some answers, mister. And a drink."

"I'll keep that in mind. Later."

"Later."

The first of his students in sight was instantly recognizable even in the somewhat chaotic group of field medics and support heroes milling about, various volunteers that hadn't managed to come through completely unscathed being checked over as well in the makeshift triage that had been hastily erected for the situation at hand.

Shouta made his way towards the distinctive red and white hairstyle of Todoroki, sitting cross-legged on a mostly clear patch of ground with a shock blanket over his shoulders.

"Sensei," Todoroki greeted once he'd entered his field of vision, voice hoarse.

"Todoroki." Shouta looked him over instinctively, even with the medic already attending to him. Scratches, bumps and bruises. The left side of his costume had been cut away and banded heavily. "How badly are you injured?"

Todoroki shrugged slightly, which told him nothing.

"I can walk."

... damn problem children.

"Ok." He gave him a single light pat on his shoulder. "We're going to talk about you running back into the dangerous villain attack later, but it's good you're alright."

Todoroki just blinked at him, clearly tired.

"Yes, Sensei."

"And everyone else?"

Todoroki leaned to the side, looking to the other station that held the rest of his friends.

"Shinsou has a fractured wrist and some bad bruises. Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka all have concussions. Midoriya broke his arm again. And two ribs. Aang has quirk exhaustion. That's all of us."