Shota Aizawa had always thought that he had taken brilliant care of his 'kids'. The students of Class 1-A weren't his biological children, of course, he was tired enough as it is, but he saw the class as special. Even as he came to class worn out, he looked forward to shaping them all into perfectly-imperfect heroes.

He thought he'd looked after them enough, made sure that they were safe.

Until the League of Villains got their grimy hands on you.

You'd been gone for over a month by now, the class never once giving up on finding you. If it worked them down to the bone, then so be it.

It felt like years until they were finally able to get confirmation. Shigaraki had, foolishly, left his work unprotected, pro-hero hackers able to access files and documents, and low and behold? You was at a different base of theirs, alive but unstable. You bet their asses they were on their way.

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Cold chains held your wrists and ankles, securing you to a chair in the middle of a dark, damp room. It was cold, a blinking security camera recording you in the corner of the room. Your skin was bloodied and bruised, the hours of torture visible on your bare body.

But, as if by the stroke of luck, the door in front of you caved in, allowing a small group of people to flood in. Your classmates, Tenya Iida, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, and a few others. Pro-Heroes were covering the surroundings, allowing the small crowd of youngsters to handle your area themselves.

Help had finally arrived..