My Hero Academia: EMTs

Haunted Floor

Henry Miles:

I run around the other boys on the basketball court. There's still phantom pain in my right arm from that shackle I used to wear, but the shackle itself has been gone since that man, Hizashi, visited.

I duck and weave around the other prisoners, zipping past them like they're standing still. These boys are all small-time hoodlums; they don't stand a chance in speed and coordination against someone who had to outfox pros for two years.

For the first time in a while, I'm having fun. Thoughts about the danger my sister and I are still nagging at the back of my mind, but without someone currently bullying me, I can relax, at least for the moment, and play. I'm playing a game of three-on-one, which is unfair to the three if you ask me.

I look up from the game for a few seconds and see a big, long black car enter the prison parking lot. I don't think much of it till I see- Hizashi gets out of it. A surge of relief washes over me, and I drop the ball, running to the fence and forgetting my friends.

I can't help but feel like an excited little boy again. I hop on my heels as he comes over to the fence. "You found a way to help me? You did, right? You have an idea?" I yell to him as he's still a good distance away. It's not like I can get closer with the big fence and razor wire between us. (Eh, em... I can, considering my quirk, but... if I do that, I don't even wanna know the consequences. I'm still excited, though.)

A woman gets out of the passenger side of the car, carrying a suitcase, and another woman gets out of the back. I look at Hizashi curiously as he comes over to the fence.

Hizashi smirks as he looks down at me. He's dressed in an excellent black suit and tie, like the women with him. "Well, kid," he starts. "This will be a little complicated, but we're working on something." He puts his hand on the brown-haired woman who exited the back of his car. "This is my wife, Yuka, and the other woman is our lawyer, Hiroko Saito."

"Is there a place where we can talk privately?" asked Ms. Hiroko. Hiroko was a heteromorph with arms covered in blue feathers and a blue beak for a mouth.

"This is a prison. The basketball course throws people for a loop, but it's a nice way to pass the time. There's no real privacy here. Only relative privacy from other inmates," I reply. "We can go to my room for that." The bird woman waves her hand for me to take the lead from my side as Hizashi talks to the gate guard.

In a few minutes, the four of us are in my room. Hizashi sits reclined at my desk while the two ladies sit on borrowed chairs from the prison common space. I sit on my bed, feeling a growing trust in Hizashi. Maybe I can rely on someone again—he said he would return, and here he is, wasting his time with me again.

"First thing first," Saito says, opening her suitcase. "We can't really begin discussing our plans until you read and sign these," she says, handing me a folder with a few pages of documents.

I scan the first one, which, as best I can tell, is just a standard agreement to let Saito represent me. "um, pen-" but Hizashi has already pulled one out of my desk and is poking my cheek with it. I have to take a few swings at getting it because, apparently, Hizashi likes to tease people. I roll my eyes as I take the writing implement and sign. The next document is... "These are adoption papers..." I say with a pause.

"Preliminary authorization: The Yamadas already have a daughter and are both in positions of relative respect in the community—Hizashi is a hero and a teacher at a prestigious university, and his wife is an elementary school teacher. A quick assessment of their living situation allowed me to fast-track the adoption process. All I had to get were the correct forms. It was a piece of cake."