Recovery

The Rescue

Hizashi Yamada, better known as Present Mic, gasped.

"Shota! Shota, it's Shinsou's song! I can hear the vibrations!" While his Quirk was his voice, his hearing was sensitive to vibrations— nowhere near as good as the fish girl from the Seal's team, but good enough in that respect. Aizawa Shouta, better known as Eraserhead, looked to him with wide eyes and scrambled to get to his side.

"Shinsou? Where?" Hizashi concentrated for a bit, before pointing to the Eastern Side of the city.

"There. We can follow it. He's humming pretty loud, if I can feel it. And it's the song, Shota." Shota's eyes tightened.

"The Lullaby?" Hizashi nodded grimly. "We've got to find him. And quick." Hizashi nodded in agreement and began to run that way, following the vibrations, Shota hot on his feet. Shota but his lip and silently prayed.

Please let him be all right, please let him be alright...

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Shinsou was curled into a ball in the corner of his cell again, the muzzle done up, hums filling the room. Stain, Kurogiri, Shigaraki, and Dabi we're outside, observing the boy. Shigaraki's face twisted into a snarl, still covered by the hand.

"Make him stop the humming! I'm going to go get a new game for my game boy, do whatever you want with him in the meantime." With one more nasty look thrown the boys way, he left, leaving the three. Stain observed the boy, seeing as he didn't even flinch when the door to the cellar was opened or slammed, nor did his humming pause. Dabi couldn't look at him any longer.

"I can't take this. He reminds me too much of my little brother. What do we do?" Stain sighed.

"My best advice is to let him go, or bring him to his dads. But that poses the problem of actually getting him there or having him leak something." Kurogiri made an uneasy noise.

"I've never felt good with kidnapping children in the first place, and then we get one as traumatized as this. I say we track down Eraserhead and drop him off." Dabi eyed the boy who's hums were now broken by silent tears.

"That still poses the problem of Eraserhead's rage or him leaking something." Stain snorted.

"Look at him. Fatherly instinct will kick in and have him get the boy out of danger before he even thinks about attacking us. And as for leaking information, look at him. He's too freaked out to even remember his own name let alone us." Kurogiri hummed.

"It's settled. We'll drop him off. Who wants to do the honors?" Dabi instantly stated,

"I'll do it." Stain only eyed him.

"On that note, I'm going to scram before you do. Good luck, you two." Kurogiri waved him off, and as soon as Stain left, high keens filled the air, Shinsou's face tilted up, lips parted as much as the muzzle would allow. Kurogiri turned towards Dabi.

"I'll get him a glass of water, you go in and try to explain the situation." Dabi nodded and unlocked the cell door, making the boy turn towards him, fear in his eyes, before he relaxed, and rocked, his eyes curious. Dabi sat across from him and tried to make himself as small as possible.

"Uh, hey, Shinsou, was it? I'm ah, I'm Dabi." Shinsou tilted his head in inquiry. "We, ah, Kurogiri and I, we're going to drop you off to your dads. Can I undo the muzzle?" Shinsou's eyes focused on him and he gave a careful nod. Dabi shifted, making sure the boy could see every movement, and took the muzzle fully off, slowly putting in his pocket and out of sight. Hitoshi followed the movement with tired eyes, before sighing and leaning his head against the wall.