𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 ❖ MY HERO ACADEMIA

chapter 77 - forwards beckon rebound

11:59am, the very same day.

It had just been about 2 hours since the last sighting of any of the students within Class 1A. After the attack sent on them by what the authorities currently known as people of the village Kagyae, a mountain village group that barely has much contact with the 'outside' world and is notoriously known for their traditional way of thinking, it was a very grim hope for the students.
Then, followed up by an attack of the League of Villains and the kidnapping of their homeroom teacher and pro-hero, Shota Aizawa, more commonly known as Eraser-Head, that grim hope turned into a sliver.

And now, for the last 2 hours, there had not been a single sighting nor report of the students. Pro-Heroes and task force members were sent into the forest, covering all the tracks of where they could've been, and found nothing. No traces, no footprints, nada.

Of course, this wasn't really Komi's fault. Her footsteps were always light, and she always moved quick and fast. Like a spider. There one moment, gone the next.

Komi was the lone class member that wasn't affected by the gas attack that covered many kilometres of land in the forest. There, she found her classmates, passed out an inhaling the gas. Gathering as many as she could, when she could, Komi tracked her way back to a cave.

There, she placed her classmates down, one after another -going back into the forest, back to the gas and finding more of her class. When she found all 20 of them, she stayed in the cave and tended to them.
There were gashes and cuts and bruises on their bodies, and even though it wasn't medical grade, turns out her webs were a great substitute for a bandage.

Tokoyami had the worst injuries. There was a gash over his leg, entering his calf. It bleed, a lot. Every so often, Komi went back and checked on it, keeping it clean with the very little supplies she had.

None of them were awake.
It was like they were all sleeping, and nothing Komi could so would wake them up. It was quiet...Komi didn't like it very much.

Oh, right. Bakugo turned out to be fine. Shigaraki was most likely using some lie to get a nerve struck. Somehow, he got Bakugo's jacket as the ash blond was now without one. Komi thought he may get cold, so she placed him next to Shoto...

Komi also didn't how to break the news to Shoto...her family was fucked, and that's being generous about it. I mean, her mother was one thing, and now this?
What was next? A half sister that was running an underground warfare operation? Maybe an uncle who was on the run for crimes that would put him in an electrical chair? The girl wouldn't even be surprised anymore.

But, as she sighed for the 50th time in the last minute, she glanced around for the 70th time. Checking Tokoyami's gash for the 30th time, making sure that the minor burns on Kirishima weren't getting worse for the 15th time, checking that the cuts that slashed up Ojiro's tail weren't getting worse for the 40th time. She made sure that everyone who was getting cold was swapped out with Bakugo, then swapped out with the next cold person and so on.

And she waited.

She couldn't really go anywhere over the possibility that a villain may find where the class was hiding, nor could she point any directions to where she was, nor could she do anything to help her case other than wait. Sitting and waiting and checking and waiting.

Komi sighed again.

Her eyes were tired, and all she wanted to do was just lie down for a moment and close them. Even if it was just for five minutes. All she wanted to do was rest, but even that seemed like too much of a luxury.
So, she kept her eyes open and moved around, readjusting her classmates to what she hoped was more comfortable position.