Chapter 1: Had this idea bouncing around from a dream I had a few days ago and I finally decided to do something with it. Any and all feedback is appreciated.

"This storm is insane," Midoriya said softly. He looked worriedly out one of the many soaking wet windows of the Musutafu Police Station.

A glass pane separated him from the pounding sheets of rain outside. Bursts of lightning flashed across the dark sky, and thunder roared through the city. Strong gusts of wind shook trees back and forth, knocking them over with ease. Ambulances were the only vehicle he'd seen pass down roads that could be considered rivers at this point. Things were getting worse by the second.

"And staring at it isn't going to change anything." He turned to see Gran Torino entering the room with a steaming plate of Taiyaki.

Midoriya and Gran Torino were both in their hero costumes, geared up and ready to move at any second. They, along with other heroes and interns, had been put on standby around the city as backup. The hurricane had been predicted days ago, only really hitting the city that afternoon.

"I know that, so why aren't we already out there helping people?" He asked. He could feel the cabin fever building in himself with every passing moment.

"We wait until we get called. If the heroes on scene need backup, and no ones around, then who's going to go––"

"Hey, Rock Lock here, we need backup at the Hiromi river! The water is flooding over the dam and it's moving fast!" Midoriya and Gran Torino locked eyes.

"Well, there's your backup call kid. C'mon, we need to get over there fast."

"Yes sir!" The two heroes blasted away from the station at lightning speeds, only leaving behind an untouched plate of Taiyaki.

"Ryukyu, over here!" On the ground, Uraraka tapped villains before Tsuyu passed them up to Nejire and Ryukyu. The girls braced themselves against the gusts of wind threatening to knock them into the water.

"Girls, be careful down there!" The dragon hero hollered above the storm. She held civilians close to her chest, shielding them from the wind and rain surrounding them all.

"Yes ma'am!" The trio called back.

Uraraka wiped the rain from her eyes, blinking until her vision came into focus. They were stationed at the Hiromi river, waiting for backup to arrive. She'd lost track of how long they'd been going or how many people they had pulled from the rushing waters.

She readjusted the head lamp that replaced her typical visor due to the growing darkness. It wasn't much, but it was enough for them to see people in need.

Another civilian caught the three girls' attention. A young man rushed down stream, holding onto a large plank of wood and screaming at them.

"Help! Somebody help me!" Nejire grabbed Uraraka, flying out across the waters with her. Uraraka grabbed the man's hand and pulled him from the water before pushing him toward Tsuyu. She grabbed the floating man, guiding him to Ryuku's grasp before Uraraka released her quirk.

How many more people are going to come our way? The damage this storm is causing is unreal. She turned to call out to her classmates, only for her shoe to catch on a crack of the rock she had stepped on. She shrieked and threw her arms out, trying to stabilize herself.

"Uravity, no!" Ryukyu yelled. Tsuyu and Nejire moved toward her when a flash of green flew toward the grass, taking Uraraka with her.

Midoriya screeched to a stop, skidding through the grass and onto the sidewalk. Uraraka's arms that were wrapped around his neck loosened. "You really gave us a scare back there. You okay?" Green orbs filled with relief looked down at her.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Deku." Midoriya set her down and both teen's resumed their spot at the river's edge.

"How is everything? We got a call from Rock Lock and got here as fast as we could," he explained to Ryukyu. His hands were cupped around his mouth to project his voice above the deafening sounds of Mother Nature's wrath.

"Follow the river north and you'll find him and a number of other heroes. We're grabbing anyone that's moved past them, but be on the lookout for any civilians in the water on your way there!" He nodded before sprinting off.

Rock Lock secured piece after piece of debris, making his way across the river. The dam was overflowing, unable to contain the monstrous flood of water behind it. A flash of yellow appeared in front of him as he jumped onto the riverbank.

"Torino, there you are!"

"How are things looking, Rock Lock?" They both moved their headlamps so as to not blind each other.

"About as good as you can expect for a hurricane. This is way worse than we were expecting it to be!" Rock Lock yelled.

He and Torino moved up the riverbank without haste. Ahead of them was Present Mic, hollering to heroes farther down the river about what debris had gotten past the dam and what areas needed attention. Behind him were Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods, collecting as many objects as they could before they could head down stream.

"I'm sure this isn't your first hurricane, so you know the drill. That bein' said, where the hell did your intern go?!" Gran Torino looked around, finally noticing Midoriya's absence. In all his years as a hero, he knew that couldn't be good in situations like these.

"I'm sure he ran off to help his classmates, I'll chew the kid out later. We need to move! Let's go!" Rock Lock nodded before the two pros went off to aid their colleagues.

Midoriya ran upstream, swinging forward on branches and leaping over tree roots. Rain pelted into his eyes and wind pushed back at him, forcing him to slow down from his top speed. Every so often, he would stop and look out over the water and cup his hands behind his ears, trying to listen for anyone floating past him.

He and Torino had been running up the river together when he saw Uraraka and her team across the river. He was lucky the space between banks was narrow enough that he could jump across, barely catching her in time before the river could swallow her whole. He knew where Torino was headed and wasn't too worried about catching back up to him.

He had just stopped again when a pair of waving hands caught his attention directly across the river. Two people, a man and woman, hung onto a thick tree root ripped from the ground. They were only partially submerged, but the waves were moving faster and stronger.

He knew it was a long shot to get across, but he had to get to them. He ran a few feet away from the water, getting into a low position, before sprinting forward. At the last possible second, he jumped with the force of One For All shooting through his legs. He soared through the air and across the harsh water below.

His landing was anything but graceful. His iron soles held no traction as he skidded through a patch of mud. He rolled to a stop for the last few feet. He jumped up and ran forward toward the two citizens, wiping mud and leaves from his face.

"Help us! Please!" The woman cried out.

"I'm a hero! Grab onto this!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. The waves were much louder on this side of the river than the other. He threw a black rope that had been attached to his belt down to the couple below. The two tugged, indicating they were secured, before he started to pull them up.

He almost had the couple back onto dry land when they both put their feet on the grass. The woman was pulled up first, and the man was on his way up when a massive gust of wind and wave hit the three at the same time. The man lost his footing and his grip slipped from the rope, sending him back down to the water.

"Oh my god, Manaka, No!" she wailed, reaching out to her husband. The wind roared, nearly covering the woman's voice.

Midoriya blasted forward quickly enough to grab the man by the shirt and throw him roughly onto the shore, just in time to save the man from the harsh waves that assaulted the riverbank. He crashed onto the lawn and landed at the base of a tree.

The woman frantically crawled forward. "M-Manaka, are you alright?" She was shivering from the chill of the water that soaked them both to their bones.

"I'm fine, but where did the boy go?" The couple looked ahead to find dark, raging waters and nothing more.

He tumbled in circles beneath the water. He tugged and ripped at the thick branch currently trapping his arm. The branch the couple had been hanging on to had snapped at some point before his descent into the river. He must have fallen at just the right angle, that his right bicep had gotten jammed between two thick nodes protruding from the stem.

He tried to kick the branch off with his feet, only managing to flip himself over in the water. Unless he could find traction against some kind of surface, he wouldn't be able to free his arm. The branch was heavy, making it nearly impossible to kick his way to the surface. He poked his head up enough to suck in a quick breath of air before another wave crashed onto him.

He couldn't see where he was going, but he could feel how fast he was flying through the currents. He was sure he had passed the girls at that point. He kept paddling his way to the surface, only having enough time to suck in small gasps of air before being pulled under the waves.

His heart nearly stopped when he felt the river begin to drop out from under him. The river spit him out, leaving him airborne for a short moment. He had only enough time to look over his shoulder and begin to scream before he dropped into the water again.

Larger rocks were starting to appear farther in from the river bank. He tried to reach out to one only for the branch attached to his arm to slam into it. It jammed and swung him around and away from the rock. He was forced to keep his left hand on the branch to secure his right arm. If the branch caught hard enough, it could snap his arm like a twig.

He kicked back up to the surface, having enough time to float and check his surroundings. He so badly wanted to scream out for help, but that meant he would have to stop breathing for just a second. With how rapidly he was being pulled above and below the water, that wasn't a chance he could take.

Any opportunity to think of a plan was cut short when the river sent him flying into the air once again. He turned with just enough time to see the edge of a massive rock sticking out of the river, before his head slammed against it and his world went black.

Quite some time had passed, and Torino had still seen no sign of Midoriya. He was looking more for the boy than civilians at that point. He turned to tell Rock Lock and the others that he was going to go search for him when two people ran up to their group.

"Hey! We need help down stream!" A man hollered. He and the girl running beside him were both soaking wet. Midnight, who had been helping to move smaller objects and direct civilians away from the river, jogged over to assist them.

"Are you two injured?"

"We're soaked, but we're fine. It's not us, there was a kid that pulled us out of the river. He threw me out of the water and I think he fell in himself. We need help finding him, please!" He pleaded.

"Can you tell us what the boy looked like?" Gran Torino asked.

"It was hard to see him, but he had pale skin, wore a dark costume, and he had these bright red shoes on. We didn't get a good look at his face." Gran Torino felt his stomach drop. He and Midnight shared a wide-eyed look.

"T-Thank you both, we'll send a search party down to that area. Can you show us where you were?" The couple nodded and Midnight turned to Gran Torino.

"Head down, we need to get Eraser. His quirk isn't suited for rescue, but he can move fast enough to help us find Midoriya." She ran toward the group of pro heroes behind them before he could get a word out.

"Sir, is that boy going to be okay?" The woman asked, her voice as shaky as the trees around them.

He sucked in breath. "Yes, he's a rugged one. We'll find him, I'm sure of it ma'am." In his experience, one of the hardest parts of being a hero was convincing others that things would be okay, even if you couldn't convince yourself.

Midnight ran back over with a furious looking Aizawa hot on her heels. The murderous look Midoriya's homeroom teacher shot him was moved to the back of his mind for the time being. He had never been much more than acquaintances with the man, but he knew the mouthful he would be getting after this.

"We're going, come on," Gran Torino declared. The five of them dashed down the river, praying to come home anything but empty-handed.

"Midoriya, Midoriya!" Aizawa screamed. His throat burned from how much he had been hollering, but he couldn't rest now. If Midoriya had been pulled downstream, there's no telling where the kid could be right now.

Dammit, problem child, where the hell did you go?! Using his capture weapon, he moved swiftly through the trees and ahead of the four others behind him.

"There, up ahead! That's where we were!" The woman shouted, pointing toward a half tipped tree whose roots were ripping out of the ground, pointing outward like spikes.

"I'm going to keep moving, check this area!" Aizawa hollered. He didn't bother waiting for an answer.

He moved to the ground, hoping he would have a lower chance of missing anything. He ran ahead, calling out to Midoriya the whole time. The ground morphed from straight and flat and started to descend by small hills, creating short waterfalls in the river.

He slid down soaked rocks and grabbed tree after tree as he navigated his way down. Once he made his way to a section of flat ground, he stepped further from the trees to get a closer look at the water. He kneeled down, searching for anything that could have been caught on the more commonly appearing rocks.

Lightning flashed overhead, lighting up the water just enough for him to catch sight of something caught on one of the larger rocks near the center of the river. He threw his capture weapon forward, and pulled the object toward himself. A strange feeling filled him upon recognition of the object.

"Eraser!" Midnight yelled. She and Gran Torino finally made their way down to him. When he didn't turn around, Midnight reached a hand out toward his shoulder.

"Shota?" she whispered, stepping closer to see what he held. She gasped, recognizing the small heroes belt Shota held.

"We need a search party down here. Now!" He hollered into an earpiece. Midnight only caught a glimpse of Shota's face before he continued down the river: his eyes were bright red, and water ran down his face. What was from the hurricane, or from the heartbreak of losing one of his students, she wasn't quite sure.