The Emerald Prince

Chapter 74: Clearing the air

Redraw and recolour of a manga frame ^. Not original work.

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Shinsou ran through the woods, hoping someone was near Izuku and able to give the guy a hug, and that it wasn't mcbrood or blastypants.

He tasted the smoke first, though only faintly, a group of 1B students he didn't know raced toward him wearing gas masks. There were five of them, though one was unconscious and they all - reasonably enough - looked confused and frightened in equal measure.
"What are you doing?" A redhead asked him - Kendo? Yeah that was it. She seemed to be leading the group, and her demeanour was the calmest.

"I'm under separate instructions, the buildings are secure, good luck." He replied, briskly pushing forward before she could question him further. However a flicker of understanding seemed to reach her, and tugging off her gas mask, she threw it to him before continuing on.

The forest was filled with yells and cries, but he forced himself to trust Izuku and pushed onward through the thickening mustard gas to the epicentre. He halted when he saw movement, taking cover in spite of the thick fog, to assess the situation.
The silver haired Tetsutetsu, other wise known as knock off Kirishima, was fighting a shorter teen in an old fashioned gas mask, wielding a gun.
Seemed he'd found Mustard. But he needed to get the idiot out the way first.

He winced as the kid continued to aim to kill Tetsutetsu without hesitation.
He called to the 1B student, "hey, are you okay?"

"Fine!" Was the obstinate reply before Shinsou took control over the steel teen, and sent him running away to follow the rest to the camp.

The masked figure turned to look at him, eery in the green fog. Since he couldn't see his opponent's mouth, the guy would have to answer a question for Shinsou to be able to take control.
He took a deep breath through his own mask, recalling an English sci-fi TV show he and Izuku had watched, he couldn't resist temptation and called out, "Are you my mummy?"
(Note and apology at the end)

"What?" Was the irritated reply.

Shinsou grinned, his relationship with his quirk was complicated, but he'd grown to love it since meeting Izuku.
"Stop using your quirk and walk straight to me."

The gas seemed to retract, and the boy walked forward, standing still before him awaiting new instructions. Shinsou raised his hands to remove the mask, but stopped himself. Izuku probably wanted him to earn the kids trust or at least respect, and violating his privacy wouldn't help the situation.

That said, he pulled the cuffs he always kept on him and put the teen in them securely.
He had cuffs, because the Aizawas always had one pair of cuffs concealed on their person. Aizawa also had four small knives, so since working with him Shinsou also did, though he could only conceal two so far with ease. He didn't know how many Izuku usually carried, though he'd counted seven being used in an attack once.

Just as he was going to speak, he heard Izuku's voice in his head again.

Good job! If you try and fail, that's fine, but his history and yours are similar so if...you can do the hero-y thing that would be awesome. Find cover though, he's so young and pretty mentally sound, the heroes can't help him so I don't really want him captured. Tell him you're a friend of mine if talking isn't easy. Take care! I've a few jobs of my own, then I'll be with you.

Shinsou smiled in relief, if the teen was monitoring his situation that closely, it meant there were no dire situations elsewhere and Izuku himself was reasonably okay.
Focusing on his charge, he realised he still had him under control and released it.
He'd attached the hand cuffs around the trunk of a sapling tree, so the kid wasn't going anywhere, and he was pleased to see the guy came to the same conclusion fast, electing to sit down instead of fruitlessly battle against his restraints.