Izuku’s head was pounding and the room was spinning, nothing made any kind of sense. He forced his eyes to stay open as he looked around, trying to understand the situation he was in. He was prepared for situations like this one! He was a hero student after all, but actually being in such a situation was so much to process. The room was dark, it was small, not too large. The concrete was cool against his cheek, now registering he was laid down on the ground. Izuku forced himself up, relieved to find his hands unbound except for a small cuff around his wrist, to which he realized must’ve cut off his quirk. Izuku’s eyes widened as he immediately caught sight of another person, scrambling up and immediately crawling over to the other, “hello! are you okay?” he said loudly, checking your neck for a pulse and letting out a sigh of relief once he got one. Izuku checked you for injuries while thinking, he had no idea how he got here, last thing he remembered was being out in public last night and grabbing a few things from the gas station near by— he just hoped you’d have a better idea; who ever you were.