Kirishima Looked Down As The Small Child Grabbed Onto Him, He Noticed The Bandages On Her Hands But Her

Kirishima looked down as the small child grabbed onto him, he noticed the bandages on her hands but her cries for help quickly took precedence. He knelt down, searching the area behind her for any signs of danger before gently setting a hand on her shoulder. 

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. I’ll help you. Can you tell me what’s going on? What’s your name?” He may not have a hero license yet, but that wasn’t about to stop him from helping a child in need. Especially if all needed to do is find a family member or get her to a police officer. 

”Help me..!” CRIES THAT WOULD FALL ON DEAF EARS are now said loud for even the sky to hear, bandaged hands desperately clinging at the stranger for help ”Please h-help me!!”

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Eijiro Kirishima has appeared! What to do?

Kiss

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Whats Your Muses Underlying Motif?

The Lightning Rod

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unraveled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

It hadn’t really been on purpose, finding their missing teacher. But the four of them couldn’t just completely keep themselves from looking. Shoto hadn’t honestly expected they could with their searching kept under wraps on the weekends and evenings. It was simply a matter of being in the right place at the right time. Or maybe the wrong place considering how much trouble like this they got into. But they wouldn’t turn down a chance like this, and they’d alerted Endeavor as well as All Might. They would just back off when the pros arrived, and get their professor out of harms way in the meantime if they could. 

They’d had to split up to ensure they could cover enough square feet to maximize the advantage a surprise attack gave them. Bakugou had gone off on his own while Izuku and Kirishima were also searching elsewhere. Shoto had also chosen to go alone. He can tell he’s got the right direction as the number of guards he has to get through rises, but with one stomp of his foot the hallway is covered in ice, effectively immobilizing the three men present for the time being. He hurries down the hall, to the only door that’s ajar, sighing in relief as he sees the familiar form of Aizawa. It’s only dampened slightly at the obvious list in his posture and the stalled quality to his words. 

“ It’s me, Sensei. Todoroki. “  He steps closer, shooting a quick text to Izuku.  “ I’m going to take off the blindfold. “ Shoto announces before gently reaching up to slide the blindfold off of his teacher’s head.  “ Pro heroes are on their way. But we should try to get you out of here now. I’ll untie you. “ 

@quirkdriven said:  💉💉 

They stopped letting him be awake once he overheard and started asking questions.  Or threatening, he doesn’t quite remember which one.  Something about someone likely wanting him out of the way or wanting information.  The latter is less likely given the logistics.  It’s alarming to know that there’s at least three more people in the world who know about the way his quirk works.  It wasn’t a clean takedown, but it was efficient enough that he hadn’t had entirely enough time to register what was going on.  There was frustration at some point that he didn’t know the topic of only that it often meant something else bruised or buzzing fingers that left burns where ever they touched.   There’s a sound he recognizes, but can’t place.  A sort of cracking noise that he thinks he’d be able to name if he could actually think.  The door lets in an abnormal chill that doesn’t seem right.  If he strains he can pick up what sounds like complaining coming from outside.  There’s definite footsteps that sounds like a person coming towards him.  Thick fabric still obscures his vision and his mouth is slow to open in an attempt to snap something vaguely defensive.  “Said fuck off.”