A Wolf Among the Sheep

The Tyrant

Izuku stood up, a brace on one of his legs, which while not broken, did have stress fractures. He was dressed, ready to go. His gear and Aurora was to be sent back to U.A. and his home, respectively. Reiko supported him as he prepared to stand again... against his insistence. "I'm fine, Reiko..."

"Izuku, I had to physically stop an army of villains trying to kill you. Let me help."

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist this, he allowed her to help guide him to the door. His mother waited on the opposite side, there to pick him up. She had already been in tears when she arrived at the hospital. By now, with him on the mend, Inko was ready to bring him home. The rest of the week was now to be spent at home. Walking down the hall, the trio spoke about what would happen next... until they passed by another room. This one had yet another Hosu patient, but what separated them from the rest was the presence of two guards. It was a woman, with bandages around her eyes, and long black hair. She wasn't Japanese, but some other denomination of Asian, there was no doubt.

More to himself than the others, he asked, "Who is that?"

Glancing over to where his eyes wandered, Inko moved him along, "I don't know... but we should get you home..."

"Ah, you are awake!" A new voice greeted the trio from the end of the hall. Imperious, strong. Decisive. Turning, the trio found the new head of the HPSC standing, with two armed guards in suits. Walking forth towards them, he stated, "I have heard much about you. Seen your ability in the arena. To be honest, I was cheering you on."

"I saw you on TV... Bōkun Buaisōna, right?"

"Indeed. And you are Izuku Midoriya, correct?"

"Yeah." Glancing to the glass to his right, he asked, "Who is in there?"

Remaining respectful, he replied to the best of his ability, while still remaining confidential. "We're not sure. A survivor from Hosu, but based on where she was... an accomplice of Stain, of that we have little doubt. While I am glad to see you concerned with others... I think you should go get some rest. You are one of our future heroes, after all, and you all fought to defend us last night."

"Right... If she is innocent... what happens next?"

"It depends on which side she was on. Do not concern yourself with her. That's why I am here, after all..." Passing by, he stated, "Do get some rest. Heroes who do their job deserve the best, after all..." 

Having little reason to actually stay, the trio moved on, towards the elevator the official arrived from, and departed the hospital, heading home.

Buaisōna, having watched the students and presumably the boy's mother depart, turned his attention back to the matter at hand. There was a prisoner here, from the night before, who had been stabbed through the eye. The doctors had managed to keep her alive... but there was much they did not know. Who she worked for, for one. Found near dead, her memories could serve enough. To either condemn or pardon her, depending on the circumstances.

Fortunately, he had the perfect quirk for this. Evanescence. A grand name from his grandmother, an austere and verbose woman, who adored the intricacies of the English language, and wished to pass that along to him. To mixed results. He appreciated the language, and the no-nonsense attitude they had developed after the catastrophe of the early 21st century, at least, before the dawn of quirks. If only he could apply it to Japan, especially with the rise of Apollyon...

He was getting off track. His quirk allowed him to enter, witness, and alter dreams to his benefit, at the cost of vanishing in real life. If he was gone too long... well... his presence would slowly be erased from reality.