EraserHead[Shota Aizawa]XAll Might[Toshinori Yagi]

Nana?..

Toshinori nods and finished wrapping his right arm and began wrapping his left arm. He finished and puts the bandages back, he then looks back at Shota "Do you need a pain killer?"

"No. I don't have time" Shota stands up and starts out.

Toshi follows him "At least take them. Just in case" he said as he took a little bottle with pain killers in it from his pocket and hands it to Shota.

Shota groans and looks at Him. "I'm fine. This is nothing. Keep your pills!" He starts out.

Toshi keeps following him "Please! Just take them!"

"I'm fine!" Shota keeps walking, pulling his hair down from its bun.

"But what if your arms start hurting!? At least take one!" Toshi said as he tried handing the bottle to Shota.

"It is still hurting but it's not unbearable." Shota said as he pushes Toshinori's hand away.

Toshi sighs "It will be unbearable if you don't take one"

"I'm fine." Shota keeps walking. "I have a high pain tolerance Toshinori."

Toshinori stops following Shota and nods. He didn't want to force Shota to do something he doesn't want to do. "But if it does start to hurt more. Come find me or ask Recovery Girl for a pain killer"

"I will I will." Shota waves him off.

Toshi waves before sighing softly as he walks back to the teachers lounge. He walks in the lounge and plops down on the couch. He looks at Shota's satchel, he then gets up and grabs the satchel. He sits back down on the couch and stares at the satchel in his hands. He hesitates for a moment before opening it and carefully grabs a report out.
The report was from the same unknown person a few weeks after the other one.

Report
Unknown
Time: Unknown
Date: 5/18/92
Location: Memorial Hearts Pediatric Er.
Incident:
A beaten child (Shota Aizawa age 10-11. M. 5'4. 98 pounds) brought in bleeding from multiple lacerations to the back,upper arms,and lower legs. A number of small burn marks also covered his skin. (More medical details Enclosed in adjoining medical file)
Boy (Shota) was half dead and barely breathing when brought in. People claim a woman with long black/brown hair,black leotard,white cape,red half skirt,and yellow gloves.
She refused to show any license or form of identification to officers and took off into the night.

Toshinori eyes widen a bit as he read the report. "N-Nana?.." he mumbles as he finished reading the report. He then puts the report back and grabs another report.
The next report was written the same way

Report
Unknown.
Time: 0300
Date: 1/20/93
Location: unknown
Incident: A three way car crash resulting in all parties badly injured. But all conscious and able to give a description of their rescuer. A tall female,pale skin, Black/brown hair, Black leotard,White cape,red Half skirt and yellow gloves.

It would seem like Shota is trying to figure out who this person was through other reports.

Toshi sighs as he puts the report back. He closes the satchel and stands up, he then puts the satchel back where it was. He walks back to the couch and sits back down. "It was Nana that saved him..." he mumbles to himself.

Shota had just handed out tests and was scooting into the sleeping bag. Yawning a bit.

Toshi laid down on the couch in his back. He grabs his phone out from his pocket and goes to his library of photos. He clicks on the photo he took of the photograph in Shota's satchel. He zoomed in and studied the man in the back.
The man looked exactly like Shota. Except a scar over his right eye. His tattoos everywhere on his body. Each a sort of weapon or useful object. His black hair had streaks of silver in it from age.

Toshi stood up while putting his phone on the couch. He grabs a little piece of paper and a pen. He goes back to the couch and grabs his phone before sitting down. He looks back at the man and started writing the objects he has tattooed on his body down.
Most of them where weapons. Different types of knives,guns,clubs,whips,as well as chains,lock picks,etc. everything was in hyper detail. Like he'd placed the Actual object into his skin.
He continues writing down the objects. His hand started to hurt so he stopped writing, he stops zooming on the man. He sighs softly while putting the pen next to the paper before laying down on his back. He continues looking at the picture, looking at every detail. As he was looking at the photo he fell asleep with the phone on his chest.

After a while a student, Izuku ,came hurtling in. "ALL MIGHT!"