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"I got your message," he said, somewhat breathless. He had considered using his muscle form to arrive here faster, since it was 'urgent', but ultimately he decided to reserve his time limit should for any potential villain attacks. "What seems to be the problem?"

Tsukauchi, his old friend, had a grave expression that made even Toshinori's skeletal cheeks look lively. "It's...you need to see for yourself."

He didn't like the sound of that, but didn't press the matter. Trusting his police companion to show him what was wrong, Toshinori followed him down the hall.

"Don't be alarmed," said Tsukauchi as he led Toshinori down the hall. "But Izuku Midoriya got himself into an interesting situation, so to say."

Well that was nothing new for his apprentice. Young Midoriya got himself into all sorts of 'interesting situations'. His entire life was proof of that fact. Being quirkless, meeting your favourite hero, inheriting their power, going to a prestigious school...the list of Midoriya's 'interesting situations' could go on.

The fact that they were not having this conversation in a hospital did plenty to ease the blonde hero's nerves. Still, he didn't like Tsukauchi's confidentiality and something felt off about this whole scenario.

Tsukauchi stopped in his tracks, and gestured to a nearby door. It was his office. "He's in there."

A tremor through his hand made him question whether or not he wanted to open the door, to see just what was wrong with his successor.

But he did, eventually. The warm laughter bubbling from the other side served to soothe his heart, the familiar sound of Midoriya's joy. It was actually quite nice to hear Midoriya be so happy. While the boy was a cheerful optimist, he was a very reserved one.

Just get it over with.

He gripped the doorknob and flung it wide open.

The sight was actually rather anticlimactic. He'd expected to see Midoriya in some poor condition, broken in spirit and body. Yet, a quick scan for injury came up dry. He was fine, perhaps even better than fine. He looked happier than he'd been in a long time.

Midoriya was sitting in a chair beside a litte girl. Both of them were equipped with crayons, scribbling hard and fast on sheets of printer paper.

Toshinori sent a confused glance to his friend, who simply motioned for him to go up to the green-haired teen.

"What are you drawing, Izuku?" he heard the little girl ask.

Midoriya held up the paper to show her. It wasn't super amazing, but then again he wasn't exactly an art prodigy. "I drew a rabbit!"

She giggled. "That doesn't look like a rabbit at all! It looks like a fish."

He gave a mock frown and looked at the paper again. "You think so? W-well then what did YOU draw, Koharu?"

The girl, Koharu, proudly flipped around the paper for all to see. It was even worse than his, but you could see how much heart she put into it with every line. "I drew my favourite hero!"

"And who's that?"

"Izuku!"

Midoriya turned a deep shade of red, which went surprisingly well with his green hair.

A hesitant Toshinori just watched from afar, waiting for the first sign that something was off. So far the only interesting thing about this 'interesting situation' was how good Midoriya was with kids.

He looked back at Tsukauchi, confusion creasing his brow. Tsukuachi said nothing, continuing to gesture towards the children.

There was a fear in his gut (perhaps that just came from his wound), which kept him from waltzing right up in his usual charismatic way and saying hello. It was a fear that told him that the moment he spoke to Midoriya, things would stop seeming fine. A fear that this was a scab he didn't want to pick at.

But he was All Might, for god sake! The number one hero, the symbol of peace! He'd faced villains scarier than this. It was just small, flustered Izuku Midoriya. It was just his apprentice. What was the worst that could happen?

Toshinori placed his hand, swollen with reluctance, on the shoulder of the teen in question.

He spun around. First he was surprised. Then, perplexed.

A haunting lack of recognition flashed in his eyes, flashed straight through Toshinori's chest and ripped a little piece away. But maybe, hopefully, he was reading the situation wrong.

"Midoriya?"

"S-sorry, sir," said the boy. "Do I know you?"

Toshinori stumbled back, trying to keep his lips from sinking. "It's me, Midoriya. Your-"

Without finishing his sentence, Toshinori turned away. Those eyes were just too vacant.

With a stiff gait he returned to Tsukauchi's side. "What happened to him?

Tsukauchi sighed, then subtly pointed to the little girl. The two of them watched as Midoriya and Koharu continued their drawing game. "Her name is Koharu Yoshida. Her quirk just recently manifested, and she's been having trouble controlling it."

"Don't tell me-"

"Yeah," Tsukauchi interrupted with a solemn head-shake. "It's a memory-altering quirk. From what she told us, last night she got into the cookie jar when she wasn't supposed to and her parents got upset. So she tried to make them forget it ever happened, but instead she accidentally made them forget that SHE ever happened."

A small, instinctive gasp escaped Toshinori's throat. He glanced back at the little girl, smiling and laughing and flaunting her drawings for the whole world to see. How could she be so happy after something so tragic?

"Horrified, she ran off and ended up at the park without knowing what to do," Tsukauchi continued. "Where she met Izuku. She says he was going for a run when he came by and offered to help her."

Typical Midoriya. He wasn't sure whether to be proud or upset.

Tsukauchi loosened his collar. "He took her here, to the station. They were waiting in the lobby when things went wrong. Koharu told us she only wanted to repay him for his kindness by getting rid of all his bad memories but...as you can probably tell, it didn't work out like that."

The both of them spectated the next round of the kids' drawing game. Midoriya drew a tree, but Koharu's fairy sketch was deemed superior. They both got out more paper and began speed-scribbling in unsion. Once a certain, unspoken amount of time was up (really just whenever Koharu said 'time's up) they both exchanged drawings and declared a winner before doing it again.

"What all can he remember?"

"We've yet to test to full extent of his amnesia," the policeman replied. "But from what he can tell, almost all of it."

"Does his mom know?"

"She's on her way. As are Koharu's parents."

"Is there anything we can do to reverse this?"

"Unfortunately, no," Tsukauchi said. "Koharu's quirk only takes. It doesn't return or restore memory once she's taken it. The way her quirk works, is that it absorbs memories and converts them into energy. Like a plant with sunlight. So when the memory is gone, it's gone for good."

Toshinori ran a hand through his scraggly hair, clutching at his scalp.

The little girl finally took note of the two adults hanging in the doorway, watching her intently, and waved to them. "You wanna see my pictures, mister police guy?"

Tsukauchi chuckled and said that he'd love to. Toshinori just stood there, uncertain of what to say, do, or feel.

Midoriya's eyes fell on the bony man who had approached him earlier. He felt like he should have known who this was, but he didn't blame himself. That Tsukuachi man had told him he was suffering amnesia, which meant anything he didn't know wasn't his fault (or was it? They never told him exactly HOW he'd come to forget).

It was like the tingling tenderness you get when your leg falls asleep, only in your brain. And not even your whole brain, just big splotches of TV static where memories should be.

Well, it only seemed courteous to say hello to the man. They were probably friends, or related, or maybe he was his teacher. Or a neighbour. Or a concerned citizen.

"Sorry if I-I don't remember you, s-sir," said Midoriya. "I've been told I have amnesia. Could you remind me who you are?"

Toshinori almost didn't have the heart to respond without choking up.