ECHO (Original)

Chapter 2

When Izuku opened his eyes again after being knocked out, which seemed to happen too often for his liking, he was on a bench inside of an office. People were rushing about with papers in blue uniforms.

He lied across a wooden bench with a dark navy cushion with a few pillows along the back of it. There was a table next to him with a collection of newspapers and magazines, along with an empty plastic cup of coffee that he vaguely recognized from the place a block down from his apartment.

A few of the people that passed by, he saw that a few of their uniforms had a thick black vest over them with a gold badge.

It was only then that he realized that he was inside a police station.

"Oh good! You're awake!" A kind voice jolted him out of his thoughts. He sat up quickly to look at the speaker, finding a young woman in the same uniform staring down at him, a crooked smile on her face. She had long brown hair tied into a low ponytail with gold eyes. She didn't have a visible quirk, so if she had one it probably wasn't a mutation. "You sure did scare us when you turned up on our staircase! Especially with that old TV on your head!"

Izuku flinched and reached up towards his head. 'The TV! Where'd it go?'

"Oh, don't worry about that old thing," the woman spoke again. "We put it inside the evidence room if you wanna get it, but the Detective wants to speak to you first."

She gestured towards the long hallway of doors, where he assumed the Detective was.

"I'll take you down there in just a minute," she added. "First off, you have some nasty blisters and burns that need to be taken care of. We weren't able to clean you off thoroughly and dress all of your wounds because of how we found you. Because you weren't in dire need of medical care, we technically couldn't bring you to the hospital."

Izuku hummed, reaching up to rub the leftover sleep in his eyes. The police lady gestured him to follow, which he did slowly. He followed her into a room, the first one in the hall. Turns out to be a small nursing station.

The woman quickly got Izuku seated on the medical bench before going over to get a first aid kit, asking him to take off his shirt. He was quick to do so but flinched when the officer froze when she turned back around.

"Do..." she started, "do you feel any of that?"

"Feel what...?" Izuku trailed off as he looked down, seeing a large burn scar covering his torso from his left shoulder to the right of his waist. It was pink and wet, looking quite fresh.

'How the hell can't I feel this?' Izuku's inner thoughts ran rapidly as he stared at the mess that once was his chest.

"Well, I guess this answers my question," she remarked, coming over with a wet cloth. She started to gently press it against the irritated area around it, cleaning up the extra liquid that had leaked over the period of time. "My name's Officer Naomi. What's yours kid?"

"M-Midoriya Izuku," he stammered quietly, watching her work on his abdomen before she turned to clean off the rag.

She paused for a moment.

"Midoriya Izuku you say?" she whispered under her breath as she went back to cleaning the wound, acting as if nothing happened. After she was done, she told him that she would be right back to finish dressing it. Then she left.

This left Izuku to his own devices, which was bad for anyone who didn't like to hear him mumble or didn't appreciate analysis as much as he did.

The room was a plain white, eerily similar to an actual hospital room. The counters had a pack of rubber gloves, a glass jar of wooden sticks, a glass jar of cotton swabs, and a sink with a pump of soap next to it. Above and below the counters were cabinets, each labelled with what type of medication or first aid supplies they had.