Solstice and Eclipse: Part IV

Chapter I: The Death of a Dream

An unfamiliar sense of foreboding fell upon Eraser Head as he watched (L/N) fly off into the sunset. He briefly considered erasing his quirk, but immediately discarded it as an option. (L/N) was too high up now, and by the time Aizawa communicated that someone would need to catch him, he would be out of range. Besides, at the moment, the wellbeing of his injured student was his first priority. (L/N) would have to wait.

The rest of the class quickly stepped aside, making a gap in the circle around Yaoyorozu for their teacher to approach. Crouching next to the unconscious girl, Aizawa carefully wiped at her forehead with his scarf so he could assess the extent of her injuries.

"Iida." He said, directing his attention to the Class Representative. "I need you to find someone from the arena. Have them fetch the medical staff and bring them back here as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!" With a quick bow, Iida took off for the building behind them, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

"In the meantime, I want the rest of you back on the bus. No arguing." He added at the first sounds of protest. "Ashido, you're allowed to stay." He said to the girl still supporting Yaoyorozu's head on her lap.

Staunching the flow of blood from the wound on her head, Aizawa placed two fingers on the side of Yaoyorozu's neck and was twenty seconds in to checking her pulse when he felt her start to stir.

"Easy, there. Easy." He said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving. "Yaoyorozu, do you remember what day it is?"

"I-It's the fourth of September." She answered weakly.

"And where are you right now?"

"Um, the uh... the provisional license exam. At the National Dagoba Arena."

"Good. That's good. How many fingers am I holding up?" Aizawa asked, raising his thumb, index, and middle finger.

"I-I see... ah." Wincing, the girl closed her eyes and placed a hand to her forehead.

"It's okay. Just breathe and try not to move too much."

Iida returned about ten minutes later trailed by two members of the medical staff. Fortunately, Yaoyorozu was relatively unharmed. Aside from a few scrapes and a sprained wrist from the fall, the worst of her injuries was the one she suffered to her temple and the resulting moderate concussion. Kazahana was understandably shaken, but physically he was fine. One of the medical staff was a healer and he was able to patch Yaoyorozu up so that when she boarded the bus, it was with nothing more than a few missed flakes of dried blood. The real damage would be that done to the class's morale.

"So, no one knows what made (L/N) flip and go all berserk?" Kaminari asked as he leaned out his seat to look up and down the bus aisle.

"It has to have been something to do with that guy he was yelling at." Sero said. "Anyone catch his name?"

"Akiharu something." Jiro replied. "It started with a 'Kaz'. Kazahaki, I think."

"Anyone ever heard of him before?" Sero asked.

There was an exchange of glances as they looked at each other, but none of them had ever heard the name before. Collectively, the class looked at Yaoyorozu who was sitting silently staring at her hands folded in her lap, unaware of the unspoken discussion being partaken around her. Out of all of them, she was the one who knew (L/N) the best; at all, really. They wondered if perhaps he had ever mentioned the name to her, but none of them were willing to ask. Instead, they locked themselves in a silent stalemate, trying to convince someone else to give voice to the question.

Rolling her eyes, Kyoka Jiro (who was sat on Yaoyorozu's left) maneuvered her earphone jack so it jabbed Kaminari painfully in the back of his neck. Jumping in his seat, Denki's shoulders leapt to his ears, and he released a yelp of pain. The sudden noise pulled Yaoyorozu from her thoughts, and she looked up at the source of the sound.