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- 19 of his students were accounted for. He knew the whereabouts of 19 students.
He was supposed to have 20 students.
Izuku Midoriya was missing. The class rep, the kid who was always involved, the one who hadn’t been seen by anyone else since saving Kota.
“I-I think the villains were after him. The man he saved me from called him the target,” was the last thing Kota told him.
If the villains had just left, seemingly in the middle of a battle, that had to mean they got what they came after. Midoriya was with the League of Villains.
And man, did that make all the pros that were there feel like failures. They’d missed the whole reason the villains were there, and now, one of the students was missing. Nobody had any idea where to find the league.
Telling Midoriya’s mother had been the worst part. She obviously freaked out and made the heroes promise to find her boy.
It’d been a couple of days, still no new info. No sightings of league members. No trace of Midoriya. But something would change soon.
It wasn’t until about 7 a.m., the second day after being kidnapped, that Izuku woke up. Kurogiri had taken to warming him up, so the boy was wrapped in blankets. Couldn’t have him be too cold, otherwise they’d never get to talk to him.
They’d put Izuku in quirk-cancelling cuffs, so right now, the boy wasn’t aware of Oboro next to him. He couldn’t ghost his way out of this place.
“What do you want with me?” Was the first thing Izuku asked.
“You have quite the powerful quirk,” Kurogiri explained. “The master’s very interested in it.”
“Well, too bad. If you’re trying to get me to join you, it’ll never happen,” Izuku retorted.
“There are other ways your quirk could be used to our advantage,” Kurogiri stated ominously.
On the third day, Oboro decided to take matters into his own hands. It was clear the heroes weren’t figuring out where the league was hiding. So, he took to memorizing the address himself.
Once he was sure he’d memorized it, he flew off. It took him a bit to find UA, but once he did, he quickly flew through the halls. He found the teachers in a conference room, all frustrated at their fruitless search.
The teachers had their idea whiteboard out, perfect. Oboro floated over to it, grabbing a marker. None of the teachers was looking right now, but he began writing anyway.
I know where he is, he wrote. It was Hizashi who first noticed the sentence. He seemed like he was about to speak when Oboro continued writing.
“That marker is writing on its own,” He pointed out. The other teachers looked, their eyes widening in shock.
Oboro stopped writing once he’d put the whole address on the board. He stepped to the side, as if getting out of the way so the teachers could see, even though he knew they could see straight through him.
“Is that an address?” Mic asked intelligently.
Of course not, it’s just a random series of numbers and words. Of course, it’s an address! Oboro wrote in reply. Specifically, to where Izuku is right now.
“Okay, what is happening right now? Who’s writing that?” Snipe questioned.
Why, the UA ghost of course :)
“Ha! I told you guys we have a ghost!” Mic exclaimed. “And you told me it was illogical!”
Shota wanted to come up with an explanation that didn’t involve ghosts, but he couldn’t.
The looks on all your faces are hilarious, Oboro wrote as he laughed at the shock on each teacher’s face he could see. But that’s not the point right now. You need to save Izuku.
“Izuku?” Thirteen questioned.
“They’re referring to Midoriya, just by his given name,” Aizawa explained to the confused teachers. Of course, he’d be the only one to know his students’ given names.
Exactly! He needs to be saved. Hence why I’ve written the address he’s being kept at on this board, so you can plan an actual rescue. He would rescue himself, but the villains put quirk-cancelling cuffs on him. And I would save him, but I don’t know where Kurogiri put the keys.
“Which is lame, I should know what my own body does,” Oboro said to himself.
“You’re all stupid if you think the heroes won’t figure out where I am.” Izuku rolled his eyes.
Izuku was sure of this. If he knew his ghost friend, Oboro likely knew exactly where he was. He’d probably let the heroes know in one way or another. And the heroes would come save him.
And he was right.
A knock sounded at the door. “Hey, I’ve got a pizza delivery here,” a voice said. Not even a couple of seconds later, All Might was bursting into the room. It seemed to be going well until the league and Izuku were transported with some black goop.
All Might was there quickly, but there was another presence around. The guy was wearing a life-supporting mask, and something about him made terror run through Izuku’s veins.
“Oh, great, this guy.” Izuku had never been so happy to hear that voice. He glanced at his wrists, now missing the cuffs, then looked to his side, seeing his blue-haired ghost friend.
“Who is he?” Izuku asked.
“All For One. He’s the mastermind behind the league. And he should have been dead a long time ago,” Oboro replied, his voice getting dark. “His quirk allows him to steal others’ quirks, so I’d stay away from him.”
“Alright, so it’s time to disappear,” Izuku nodded, slipping into ghost mode.
He and Oboro sat nearby, watching the intense battle between All For One and All Might. The two of them were on the edge of their seats, cheering for the hero even though the man couldn’t hear them.
Oboro didn’t have any reaction to All Might’s weaker form, already having seen it in the teachers’ lounge all the time. But Izuku’s eyes widened in shock.
“Wha-”
“I guess you’ve never seen him in this form…” Oboro interrupted.
“You have?”
“Yeah, he can only be in muscle form for so long; he’s usually in this form when he isn’t doing hero work or teaching.”
“Can… can he fight like this?”
Oboro wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Usually, All Might got out of battles before this point. Could he beat All For One like that? It was the man’s fault that All Might was like this in the first place. His silence seemed to be enough answer for Izuku.
“I’m going to help him,” Izuku decided.
“What?! That’s a terrible idea! You know you can get in trouble for unauthorized quirk usage,” Oboro tried to talk some sense into him.
“Not if nobody knows what’s happening,” Izuku replied. “They can’t see either of us, right?”
Oboro wanted to find an argument for that, but to be honest, he wanted to help All Might just as much. And maybe he wanted to hit All For One in the face with a boulder after everything he’d done.
“Okay, fine. We’ll both help, because I know if you do it on your own, you’re going to overdo it. So let’s work together this time,” Oboro reluctantly agreed.
To outside viewers, it looked like the rocks came out of nowhere, and with no actual aim. But to people on the field, they could see the way the rocks avoided any heroes, only ever hitting villains. They could see how well-controlled the rocks were, and just how many of them there were. More than one person could ever control, even for people with powerful telekinesis quirks.
The rocks were enough to help the hero, who ended up winning the fight.