『Even if you know what's coming your never prepared for how it feels

It's been awfully quiet in the pro hero's house hold for the past day or so. After Aizawa had told Izuku he knew who he was and how he managed to figured it out, Izuku made a mental note not to underestimate the underground hero's mind and detective skills. There has been more thinking than talking.

Izuku almost wish he could mutter up a storm and write it all down. But since the whole being dead thing he hasn't mutter or rambled without meaning to. He also hasn't written in any of his books since they disappeared. More like his mom took them when she left but same thing.

The full on breakdown that happened shortly after Izuku was told, lasted a long, long time. It was well into the night. The young boy sat huddled silently crying, letting blood tears flood his face like he would when he was still alive. Exept those would be reall tears not blood the pooled and trickle down his face then disappear into nothing when falling from his chin.

The older man sat with him stroking the boys back and petting his hair soothing Izuku as much as he possibly can. He would attempt to dry Izuku's eyes but the blood wouldn't budge. He tried to wipe it away with his finger but the blood tears acted as ghostly as the boy.

So instead the hero wrapped Izuku up all safe and warm protected from his grief and pain. And that's how the two of them stayed, Izuku seeking comfort in Aizawa, and Aizawa feeling relief that the boy is in fact still here. All be it crying into his top. The blood didn't stain so Aizawa had zero problems with it. Not to say that he would have had an issue if it did stain, he was a hero after all. An underground one at that.

Sadly the boy's outbursts yesterday had left Izuku in a bad way. Worsening his already bad state to a new level.

It was the morning when the man woke up. Confused to his strange scenery, it took him a while to realise he's with Izuku in the spare room. Aizawa also noticed, when he saw the boy, how pale and sickly the poor kid looked. And to say he was more pale than usual is a big warning sign for him. He'd known who the kid was for a while and was surprised to find out ghosts existed. Before he was but on a case of a missing body.

Too many things added up for Aizawa. The deal Izuku made. His capture. Then when he died, the fact he was still tethered to the world. Izuku wasn't a ghost, he might not even be dead. One thing is for certain tho, a very bad man has Izuku's body.

Izuku was a mess of hyped up emotions when he woke up. And he woke up a few time in the night.

Izuku was clearly upset he never got to finish his story. Aizawa really wanted him to, it could help him process and cope. And give Aizawa a new perspective that could help him on Izuku's case.

Izuku was visibly hopeful that he would have gotten over whatever binds him in not speaking about the events, but he just had no energy to try. Or to test it out. In fact izuku had no energy for anything really. The boy has been in and out of sleep since he had calmed down last night.

Almost dissociating, weaving in and out of concussion, and not uttering a word. He lock eyes with Aizawa every now and then, giving him small slow blinks. The milky eyes looked just as drained as Aizawa felt. The boy was shattered Aizawa concluded.

In fact Aizawa had only just woken up again when a knock at the door sounded out. Groggy from sleep he made his way out the boys room, where he must have fallen asleep countless times, and to the front door.

"Hello?" He called out looking around for the person that knocked. After he saw no one shota let a frown cross over his face. He wasn't in the mood for pranksters.

"Down here dearie." A voice called as if sensing Aizawa frustration. Aizawa blinked slowly looking down and focusing on the short lady. "Recovery girl? Oh."

He had forgotten the phone call he made yesterday. After a brief pause Aizawa steps aside and lets the old healing woman in. "Sorry long night." He apologises going to retrieve a cup of coffee from the kitchen.

The lady laughs shaking her head as she follows. "I can tell, I can always tell. Dear, dear, you and that poor boy. Ah, that reminds me Have you told him yet?" She quietly asked careful of prying ears. The man takes a sip of the bittersweet liquid, sighing contently at the taste. "I did. Then we both crashed. Kids still asleep." The lady makes an 'oh' shape with her mouth understanding fully why the man is so out of it. Or more so than usual.

He nods again before speaking. "About why I called you. It's not as simple as we might want." He states catching the lady's attention. "How so dear?"

"The kid, Izuku, he's forgetting more things and keeps complaining of noise. It's really quite strange. He describes a low level of talking just quiet enough that he can't hear them. It's muffled. Says how annoying it is. Then the some beeping and then he said he could hear water noise. Made the other sound, sound like he's under the water.

He complains his chest feels heavy when the beeping starts it's like a forced feeling but there's nothing here that could be doing that. He said it's like a forced breath but we both know that's not going to happen. It's just that he's describing thing that are just not happening."

The lady stays quiet deep in thought. Aizawa has a bad feeling that this isn't a good sign.

Eventually the silence is broken. The lady looks up with one of the most serious faces he's seen the woman wear. "You remember the detective's meeting?" She questions. The man hesitantly nods unsure of where this is going. "I'm sure what he said stayed with you. About the boys physically body and such."

The reality daws on Aizawa fast and hard. The realisation that the boy isn't a physical boy like he seems, he's more of a ghost like clone, a projection. "The body." He states. "He's feeling what his body is feeling."

If that's doesn't scare you, disturb you or make your stomach twist then nothing will. Aizawa feels sick. People messing around and experimenting on a dead boys body. Or worse, they're only just keeping it alive. It's classed as torture.

The meeting the detective held a few days prior had relayed the message that the boys body was found by a government spy working in the league.

The last sight of it was in a big tube of liquid several pipes and tubes attached with wire poking out too. Yet when the hero went to check it the next day he found nothing. The body was gone and with it their only lead. They had yet again lost a dead boys body.

It was concerning for a few reasons; one being they can't physically help anymore by retrieving it. Since yet again it's location is unknown. And two is that somehow someone found out the hero had seen it and then figured the hero was a spy. After that they simply put the pieces together and moved all the equipment and the boy in the liquid tube. A cleaver yet alarming move.

The more Aizawa thought of it the more sick his stomach felt. Just imagining what could be happening. What kind of experiments, test, quirk evaluation or even worse medical alterations that could be happening.

Why do they have, and want the body? It's such a random act that the heroes can only try and find the answer. But the main question still remains what is the league's connection to the boy and what makes him so valuable to them.

After a few hours the boy wakes up and the healing lady stops her conversation with Aizawa so she can pop off to do what she came to do. Aizawa grabs another cup of coffee and watches the hero disappear.

Recovery girl smiles heading off to see the sleepy boy. She'd grown a soft spot for the problem child and would happily do most anything for him to be as back to normal again, if that's even possible.

So once she entered the room she greeted the boy and made light conversation as she set up and explained what would happen.

First talking about how she will monitor his heart to see if there was any irregular heartbeat and significant changes. And then onto wider physical checks.

At first Izuku refused straight out. He knew he didn't have a heart or a heartbeat. Since you know he's dead and all, ghosts or whatever he is don't need one since again they aren't alive. They don't breath or regulate blood or have a body to keep going. Honestly he feels lazy not having to work for a living. Pun definitely intended.

Besides he had no knowledge that this lady also knew everything about him and his situation so he continues to refuse until Aizawa walks in blaming it after hearing the commotion. Izuku believes it's because he cares and because he's nosy.

Izuku tries his best to secretly tell him to stop the lady since he thought the man would be on his side, yet after countless 'Whats?' and raised confused eyebrows and after Aizawa was tired of watching amused for a while until Izuku finally gave up. The tired man the. Promptly left snickering to himself.

Izuku whines in frustration as the lady just sighs at the antics. "Dear don't mind him he finds this hilarious for whatever reason." Izuku nods but still tenses and cowers, she might be a lovely lady but said old lady is incredibly intimidating.

And she is easily intimidating him so much without even arguing back that he just sighed in defeat and let her continue to stick pads on his chest and do whatever else she wants.

He will deal with the consequences later. For now sticker time!

Then came the interesting bit.

The Machine slowly turn on flicking to life. A low hum sounded as it booted up. It flashes a few lines on screen before a blank screen appears. The lady clicked a few buttons before a new screen was shown. This one had several rows of different coloured lines. They stay flat occasionally beeping randomly and spiking a 'v' shape.

Izuku can feel himself cringe. What better way to prove your dead by flatlining. He could barely watch to aware of the stare he's getting. He tightly closes his eyes looking away waiting for the questions.

Then very slowly the flat lines start inclining. The screen showed a very faint monitoring of a heartbeat. Gradually starting to appearing. Small triangular shapes making themselves visible.

It was Izukus heartbeat

As in a heart he had that was in his chest. Yet he knew that was impossible so what exactly was going on? A joke perhaps? How would that even be possible? Is this Aizawa's doing? This shouldn't be right.

Yet there it was beating. All be it very badly and very weakly missing a few beats here and adding a spare beat there but still. He had a heart beat. That was something he shouldn't have. But he knew better than to complain or bring up his concerns knowing it would only get him in trouble more. And he really didn't want that.

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