Villain or Hero...?

Chapter 6: The Mystery Of The Pain

Izuku slowly opened his eyes. "Mmmh?" He looked around. Where was he?

He tried to sit up, succeeded, but his body hurt all over and he winced slightly, but didn't lie down again. "Ouch"

"Oh good, you woke up," said Kurogiri after he came into the room.

"What happened?" asked Izuku because he couldn't remember what happened.

"We don't know exactly either," started Kurogiri and sat on the desk chair beside the bed. "Could you first tell me what you remember?"

Izuku thought about it for a moment, but everything from the noise in the alley on was kinda blurry.

"I... There was a noise in an alley and I went to look what was going on," explained Izuku and looked at his lap. He just knew that he did something really stupid. "I think... that there was a man with some kind of gun quirk? Who then held me hostage?" His memories were coming back. Well, not all of them but he remembered enough to connect the dots. "He demanded something from the police, probably a car to escape... he panicked when they denied it and he ran away... with me?" He frowned. "I think I argued with him"

Kurogiri raised an invisible eyebrow at that and Izuku kind of felt like he saw them, funny enough, even if they weren't actually there.

"Don't ask me, I can't remember," defended Izuku himself, even if he could think of what they argued about. He remembered that this villain was terrible at his job. Maybe he argued about that with him?

He slowly remembered what happened after that. Painfully slow felt he all feelings that he felt in this moment again – as if he were in the alley with the gun quirk man again – the guns that were pointed to his head and heart – angst, anger, panic, he didn't want to die, he wasn't ready – how did he even come out of there alive? He would be dead by now if nobody helped him – maybe Kurogiri found him? Teleported him somehow back? Then the warm feeling of a quirk – he held onto that feeling, was that wrong? Probably, but he held onto the feeling like a lifeline. Then he ran – ran and recognized the neighborhood where the bar was – home, home, through the door and then darkness.

"Hey! Hey, Izuku, breathe," said Kurogiri and was now directly at Izuku's side on the bed, one misty hand at Izuku's back – even if the mist was cold and not really there, it was calming.

When had Izuku started to hyperventilate? He took a deep breath in, and out, in, and out.

"I'm okay," said Izuku after he calmed down and wiped his tears – he had cried? – away.

"Don't lie to me Izuku," said Kurogiri softly.

"I'm not–" Izuku sighed. "Alright, I feel terrible, everything hurts"

Kurogiri nodded quietly to himself.

Kurogiri wasn't going to ask why he ... well, was like this? Izuku smiled a little bit and promised himself that he would tell Kurogiri everything sometime – he obviously wasn't really comfortable with talking about it right now and would never lie to him ever again. Then he remembered something.

"Where is father?" It was probably selfish to think that, but he really thought that his father would be here–

"Your father had business to attend to today last minute, so I would've welcomed you at home, but then Shigaraki called and said you collapsed. I contacted your father right away and he said he is coming as soon as possible," explained Kurogiri with a soft sigh. "He really is a too big softie for a villain sometimes," he said rather to himself then to Izuku and remembered how worried Hisashi sounded.