Canary's In a Coalmine

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When they arrived at the a new building after walking down the road for a few minutes Fukuzawa rapped his knuckles on the door twice before walking in. "Hm, seems no one's in yet. No matter, I'll take you upstairs myself."

As he brought them through a glass door more toward the back of the room Aizawa flicked his eyes over, sucking in a breath as he saw a man laying in what seemed to be a small puddle of blood slumped against the wall behind the bar. If anyone were to just look in briefly he'd be completely out of sight.

"Fukuzawa-Sama, this wouldn't happen to be part of the tour, would it?" He asked, almost hesitantly as he stepped forward and crouched down beside the man. His chest was moving slowly, indicating his still being alive.

Fukuzawa glanced back, not really expecting to see much before his demeanor quickly dropped and he hurried through the group to crouch beside Aizawa. "One of you, run back to the agency and retrieve—" he didn't get to finish as All Might cut him off, barking an order to the students. "Iida, quickly run back to the ADAs building and retrieve anyone available!"

"Yes Sensei!"

Fukuzawa grit his teeth, but let it slide as he had more important matters to take care of at the moment. When the blue haired student rushed out of the building, Fukuzawa was already gently putting his hand on the man's shoulder, shaking him lightly in hopes to rouse him. He had already given him a once over, deducing no life threatening injury, though the distinct lack of finger nails, no doubt what caused the blood, was gnawing at the end he of his thoughts.

He was roused from his thinking when the man below him spluttered groggily, blinking his eyes open. "..Fukuzawa-San?"
The man in question removed his hand from the others shoulder in favor of carefully helping him to sit up, his neck being at such an odd angle against the wall would no doubt cause minor issues in the future. "Yes, its me Isamu-San. Are you alright? What's happened?"

The man, Isamu, grunted as he sat up, leaning his head into Fukuzawa's shoulder as he collected his thoughts. "Th- some guys. They came in and demanded the money. I refused them, of course, but I couldn't exactly stop them. The man leading them, he wanted a prize." He mumbled the last bit almost bitterly, carefully holding up one of his nailless hands and wiggling the fingers a bit.

A few horrified gasps came from the group of students still huddle near the back of the cafe.
Suddenly, the front door crashed open as all, and I'm not kidding, all of the ADA and a small portion of the Mafioso's that had taken up residence in waiting for the students previously came barreling in, equal looks of shock, anger, and something else the hero's and hero's in training couldn't quite comprehend.

Yosano stepped forward first, her hands gently coming up to examine the injured man still half laying against the president. She bummed as she found no further injuries beyond his hands. "This'll be a quick fix, I'll take you over to the agency right away." She gave Fukuzawa a look as she helped Isamu stand and walked him out of the building. Fukuzawa stood too, following them with his eyes before he broke them off to look back upon the three groups standing in the crowded storefront.

It didn't take long for one of the hero's to speak up, obviously trying to take charge of the situation. "We need to go after those villains. If they were careless enough to leave be-" a cough cut All Might off, leaving the students who had been entrapped by their mighty #1's frankly lackluster speech to look over in surprise. How could someone intentionally interrupt the #1 pro hero? It was absurd.