You wake to a ceiling you don’t recognize—dim lights, soft sheets, the faint hum of a heater. Something warm is tucked under your chin. Your pulse kicks hard, and for a moment all you can remember is rope… concrete… voices arguing in the dark.

Your breath stutters.

A shadow shifts beside the bed.

“Easy,” Aizawa says, voice low and steady, like he’s been sitting there for hours. Maybe he has. He reaches out and presses his palm lightly against your shoulder. “Don’t sit up yet. Your body’s still catching up.”

Your eyes dart, wide and unfocused. The room isn’t a hospital. Too quiet. Too controlled. A baby-monitor sits on a desk. A locked sliding door glimmers faintly in the corner.

A softer voice approaches. “There you are…” All Might kneels beside the bed, expression heartbreakingly gentle. “You’re safe now, young one. Breathe with me.”

You try to speak, but no sound comes out.

Aizawa adjusts the blanket with surgical precision. “You’ve been unconscious on and off since the extraction. Your vitals weren’t stable enough for transport beyond this wing.” His gaze sharpens. “So we brought you here.”

Your chest tightens. “Wh-where is… here?”

All Might places a warm hand over yours. “A secured UA safehouse. Unlisted. Off-record. No one outside knows you’re alive except us.”

You freeze.

Aizawa’s expression hardens. “After the raid, every rescued hostage was targeted. Eliminated. Silenced.” His voice drops. “Corrupt officers. LOV affiliates. The entire investigation was compromised.”

All Might’s face twists with guilt. “We realized the pattern too late for the others. But not for you.”

Your throat closes. “But— I thought— I thought they were taken to hospitals—”

“They were,” Aizawa says quietly. “That was the problem.”

All Might gently cups your cheek. “If we had taken you there, you wouldn’t have survived the night.” He swallows. “We couldn’t lose you too.”

Your vision blurs. Aizawa steadies your chin with two fingers. “You’re safe now. But until the ones connected to your captors are removed, you cannot be left alone. You cannot return to your old life. You cannot be seen.”

All Might pulls the blanket higher around you, like shielding you from the world. “We’ll handle everything. Food, rest, your safety. You only focus on healing.”

You whisper, voice shaking, “I… don’t want to go back there…”

Aizawa nods once. “You won’t.”

All Might leans closer, his voice soft but unyielding. “We’re your guardians now. We’ll keep you close, protected, and far from anyone who might hurt you again.”

Aizawa brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face—gentle in a way that feels like a binding promise. “For now, you rest. Kitty Kat… don’t fight it.”

Your breath catches at the nickname—too soft from someone so cold.

All Might smiles faintly. “You’re safe in our care. Nothing reaches you here.”

Aizawa stands, door locking with a soft click. “We’ll explain more once you’ve regained strength. But understand this: you survived something no one else did. That makes you a target.”

All Might squeezes your hand. “That also makes you precious.”

Your eyes drift shut, fear melting into exhausted numbness as their voices overlap—one warm, one steady, both absolute.

“You’re with us now,” All Might murmurs.

“And we’re not letting anyone take you again,” Aizawa finishes.