Aizawa's POV:
That Sunday when we had received those two videos, Hizashi, Yagi, Midoriya, Chikao, and I went to the agency to bring the videos to the chiefs attention. It turned out that everyone had received the same first video and a different second one. It was like she was forced to make a last note ahead of time before they killed her. The chief watched them while we were still there, and we could tell that he too was trying to be strong and to be professional about it, but it was too much. I too tried my best to not tear up hearing what she had to say to the other four. She tried to bring up a happy memory or two, but it ended up sounding so sad. When we were all dismissed from the chiefs office, we all pretty much went our separate ways and tried to keep ourselves pieced together the best we could.
When the first of February finally came, Hizashi and I took the day off from UA and spent that whole day searching for Y/N. We started really early in the day, so pretty much at three in the morning. It was still so very cold, so it was almost torturous to be out there in the freezing cold wind, but we both knew that we could endure it since Y/N had been enduring more. We walked around all of the alleyways and in and out of the abandoned buildings. As we were searching, we still left no pebble unturned. We knew that on that Wednesday would be our last chance to find her. Just the two of us weren't the only ones searching. The chief asked neighboring districts to help search for Y/N, so there was a pretty large crowd of heroes and regular officers out there. We thought that it was weird how we kept finding rooms that had blood stains on the ground, so we came to the conclusion that they were moving her.
Once eight in the morning came around, Hizashi convinced me that we should stop at a cafe and get a coffee to warm up. Just walking into the warm cafe was enough to make me melt and made me ready to go out and continue the search. After we ordered our coffee, Zashi asked me quietly, "What are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He hesitantly asked, "If we don't find Y/N?"
I didn't want to think about it, "We still have a chance at finding her...but there is also that chance that we won't..." I paused, "If we don't, we'll quit being both a hero and a teacher. How can we do those two things if we can't even find our student and a fellow hero."
"But you never said that when Bakugo was taken."
I sighed before I said, "That's because there were actual leads to go off of and he wasn't being tormented like Y/N is. We also found him quicker than how long it's taking to find Y/N."
He looked down and stared at the table until we got our coffees a minute later. Though we didn't think we were, we finished our coffees quite fast so then we could go back out and continue the search for her. We didn't want to waste more time than what we already had. When we finished, we quickly paid what we owed then left to continue the search. Throughout the day, we had to help someone here and there, but we didn't achieve our first goal. Once ten o'clock at night rolled around, we were both sad to admit it, but we were starting to lose hope. As we were walking around still, I overheard two guys walking on the other side of the street talking about something that picked up my interest.
"Hey, did the boss tell you to cover her feet with left-overs again so the rats would bite her feet?" the one guys asked.
The other shook his head, "Nope, but he did tell me to get another bucket ready for another waterboarding session. Did you give her another dose of that quirk tranquilizer?"
"No, he said that since today's her last day and she's so weak that there's no need to inject more into her; besides, there isn't any left. I had to use the last one a few days ago."
It then registered in my head what they were talking about. I ran across the street without looking and apprehended the one. "Where is she!" I yelled while the other went running. "Get that one!" I yelled to Hizashi, which he then ran after the other guy.
"Where is who?" the guy who I had pinned asked innocently.
I activated my quirk as I said, "You know damn well who I'm talking about."
"No, I really don't."
I slammed his head into the wall as I said, "Blank. Where is she!"
"Oh, her..." he said as if he just remembered, "you know...she's around here somewhere."
"Show me where!" I demanded.
Zashi then met up back with me with the other guy in handcuffs. "I caught him but he won't say a thing. I also alerted the closest officers to take them away."
"They know where Blank is." I said.
"We aren't going to show you where she is though. There are only two more hours to go." the one who I had apprehended remarked in a snobby tone.
I let go of him and wrapped my capture weapon around his throat as I said, "There are only about two minutes for you."
"Eraser!" Hizashi exclaimed as the criminal that I had a hold of stopped squirming around.
I dropped him to the ground as I said, "What? He'll be fine." then turned to look at the criminal that Hizashi was holding onto, "Show us where Blank is or else you will be the next one on the ground."
"Or else what?" the criminal said. I too took him like the other with my capture weapon. After a couple seconds of squirming around he gave in, "Okay! Fine! I'll show you!"
I dropped him down to the ground, as I demanded, "Lead us to her." as Hizashi got a grip on the criminal again.
We followed him for little over an hour, which I then used my capture weapon again and made him show us for real. We made it to the front door of the building that the criminal said Blank was in. I knocked him out before we walked in and silently agreed that we were going to be as quiet as we could since we didn't know how many people were in the building. We walked in and cleared the first floor before we made our way up to the second floor. We debated on splitting up and searching, but we knew that it would be wiser to do it together just in case we were to run into someone. We cleared the second floor then went to the next. We heard a click sound come from a room that was at the end of the hallway, so we swiftly and quietly made our way there.
Hizashi first peaked through the doorway before he quickly signaled to me that we were to move in. Once we ran in, I realized what the click sound was; it was the gun that a grey haired man was holding to Y/N's head. I did a round house kick which sent him out of the room and falling down to the ground since the wall behind Y/N was all gone. Y/N slowly opened her eyes and saw us. Her face slowly wrinkled up as she began to cry.
Her fingers, toes, and the tips of her ears were completely black. Her lips, cheeks, and the tip of her nose were dark purple. She had ice and snow in her hair while her skin was almost an even shade of blue. She was shivering horribly, and the fact that she was covered in ice and frozen blood didn't help one bit. Her arms and legs where she had self inflicted wounds were infected and frozen from having the skin and scars practically skinned off; though the ones that were infected the most were the ones on her arms. I never really knew how horrible the scars were on her shoulders were, but they were almost as bad as the ones on her arms.
As I was taking it all in, I went to work trying to free her with the pocket knife that I had with me and used a serrated edge.
Normal POV:
"Anything that you want to say to me before you meet your demise?" the grey haired man asked.
I weakly shook my head, "There's nothing I have to say to you other than I wish you the best in hell. Just know I'll be waiting there for you."
"That makes two of us." he said under his breath.
I then heard the hammer of the gun click, which I then closed my eyes and accepted the death that I had been wishing upon from the very beginning of my suffering, well before all of the torturing. While I had my eyes closed, I felt at peace like the job was already done, like I was already dead and all I had to do was open my eyes and I would be greeted by whatever was on the other side. I then heard someone running before the sound of someone getting hit. I slowly opened my eyes to see a black blob and another one but with loud hair. I knew who they were, even without my glasses and contacts. My face painfully contorted as I started to cry. I could feel the cuts on my face opening up and the bruises ached with the movement of my facial muscles.
"We're going to get you out of here, Y/N. You're safe now." I heard Yamada say.
I began to cry more as I looked away. I heard Yamada call for an ambulance while I felt something moving back and forth on my right wrist. I looked to it and through teary eyes I saw that Aizawa was trying to cut through the restraints that I was stuck in. Out of reflexes, I jerked my arm back since it hurt terribly due to the horrible bruising and cuts that were under the restraint. When I flinched, he stopped trying to cut me out of it.
"Did I cut you?" Aizawa asked in a scared tone as if he did.
"N-no, the bruises hurt so bad that the slightest touch hurts." I replied hoarsely since I still didn't have my voice.
He then went back to trying to cut me out of the restraints slower than before while Yamada said, "The ambulance and police officers are on their way."
I tried to look around the room as I felt the tears that were streaming down my cheeks freeze, "There should be scissors around here somewhere."
Yamada then went to look for them, and once he did, he handed them to Aizawa and freed me in no time. Aizawa slowly picked up my right hand and looked at it as he asked, "Can you feel your fingers?" I shook my head. "How about your toes?"
My expression changed to shock in a way as I asked, "They're still there?" Yamada took his jacket off and put it around me. I fought against him the best I could, "Don't! You keep it, you'll get cold!" I said frantically.
"You need it more than I do." Yamada said in a warm tone.
Aizawa removed his scarf and wrapped it around me, but I also tried to gather up enough strength to get him to keep it, "You'll get cold too! Please! Keep it!"
"Y/N, I normally wouldn't fight you, but just this one time, go with it." he said as I gave in.
I nestled into the scarf. It was so warm. I was surprised at how warm both the jacket and scarf were. I thought that they were pretty thin looking so they wouldn't be warm, but I was wrong. "They're so warm." I mumbled.
Aizawa then tried to pick me up, "We're going to move you into the inner hall where it's warmer and so you're out of the wind."
"I'm fine, you'll get hurt." I said frantically.
He stood back up as he held me, "I know you are not fine and that you're dangerously close to hypothermia; it's bad enough that you have frostbite. Also, I won't get hurt by carrying you if that's what you're saying. You're way lighter than before."
Just as we were going to leave the room, the muscular man, the young lady, a random dude, and the grey haired man stopped us. All of them except the woman had a gun. Aizawa and Yamada stopped in their tracks. As soon as they stopped walking, I tried to activate the quirk that lets me crush things. To my surprise I saw all of them fall to the ground. Since I put my hands up to activate the quirk, I dropped them with one landing on my stomach and the other falling past my side. After I stopped using the quirk, I couldn't find any more energy; I felt even weaker. Actually, that was the weakest that I had ever felt. I even dropped my chin to my chest since I could no longer keep my head up.
"Was that you who stopped them?" Yamada asked Aizawa.
"No." There was then a slight pause. "Did you do that, Y/N?" Aizawa asked me.
"Yeah." I whispered since I almost couldn't speak. "I didn't know I could...but now I'm so weak."
As we went around the criminals who held me hostage, and began to walk towards the stairs, I could hear sirens off in the distance and were getting louder. When we made it to the first floor, the paramedics ran in with a stretcher. Aizawa laid me down on the stretcher and took a step back so the medic could bring me to the ambulance. Instead of running, the medic began to walk back. I tried to sit up as I repeated, "Stop!" and "Wait!" until I eventually rolled off of the stretcher. Aizawa and Yamada ran to me. With what very little strength I had, I threw my arms around them and didn't let go. "Please, don't leave me alone. I don't want to be alone." I pleaded before I added, "I'm scared."
They held me tight like they were never going to let me go. The warmth that I felt added to the jacket and the scarf. I guess that I would call it the warmth of safety. I knew from then on that I was going to be safe and protected, even when I were to be out on my own; and that I belonged, that the two who weren't going to let go of me were going to protect me for as long as I'll live.
Time skip:
Three years went by after living that nightmare. I had to stay in the hospital for a little less than a month, but in that time I was able to catch up on all of the missing work that had piled up over my absence. I wasn't able to use my hands or even walk, no matter how strong I was. My eye that was tinted red was an even deeper red now. I had to get pretty much all of my fingers amputated, along with most of my toes on my left foot, while I completely lost my whole right foot due to infection from rat bites. So, that meant that I had to either have special assignments or I had to walk someone through an assignment since they would be writing it for me. Because of how incapable I was for that time being, I was so depressed that I didn't eat, talk or want to do anything other than sleep. I mean, the reason why I couldn't talk was due to a side effect of the quirk tranquilizer with the combination of my yelling at first. I was also told that if I didn't eat though, I wouldn't be able to heal. For some reason, the only time that I felt comfortable enough to eat was when someone I knew was in the same room as me; it was probably that I felt vulnerable.
After I was found, the media somehow caught wind of my kidnapping and that had then became the headlines for a couple weeks. I was pestered a lot, so the hospital told the media that I was transferred to a different hospital, when in reality I wasn't. The only people that knew where I was were Chikao, Mirio, Eri, Midoriya, Todoroki, Shinso, the agency, and pretty much the entire school faculty. From what I was told, when Nezu was first informed about it, he amped-up the security and wouldn't let students leave or if they did, they'd have to be accompanied by a hero. Anyways, those six, Aizawa, Yamada, and Toshinori visited me a lot; which of course Aizawa and Yamada visited everyday. I started to feel guilty that I was taking up their free time and told them that they could go off and do whatever they wanted, but they didn't listen to me. I guess that was because I said that I didn't want to be alone, and a part of me was happy that they kept on visiting me so much.
Just before I left the hospital when I was for the most part healed and strong enough to be able to fend for myself again, I grew my missing foot, toes, and fingers back. I had a lot of bruises that stayed around for a long time and cuts that had turned into scars. The pinhole marks on my cheeks also turned into scars, but they look like freckles, blending in with my natural ones. I was so happy to be able to go back to the apartment that I almost cried since it was pretty much two months since I was able to be back there and see Melody. She never left my side when I was at the apartment. Though I was happy to be back at what I finally started calling home, I had reverted back to square one for my mental health. I was probably even more depressed than before, to which I even started to self harm again and tried to not eat even though I was still lighter than what I was when I lived alone and when I first moved in with the other two.
I had become a shut-in by staying in my room all the time, only leaving it when I had school or hero duty once I was strong enough. I even ate in my room and once in a while Aizawa and Yamada would join me. I could tell that they were concerned about me that they actually spent a lot of time with me when I wasn't sleeping, which happened to be a very little amount of time. Most days I spent staring at a wall, which they would then come in and start talking to me, though I wouldn't talk much in return. I sometimes wouldn't talk for weeks on end. I always had such a blank face on that they would ask me how I was feeling or what I was thinking. Because of what I had been through, I couldn't help but be that way and I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. I felt horrible about it that I was taking a toll on them, but not as much as I thought. I figured it out that they knew I was going to be like that after I was rescued, so they were prepared for it.
I also felt horrible for anyone who visited me, which once I was back at the apartment, the three who would visit would only be Toshi, Shinso, and Chikao. Shinso would do the same thing that Aizawa and Yamada would do; come in my room when I was awake and try to talk to me. I could tell that Shinso was just trying to sympathize. I know that it hurt him to see me like that. He tried to get me to play video games, but my fingers were still healing, so they were stiff and achy as if I had arthritis. When Chikao would come and visit, which was many times a month, he would sit next to me and hold me. He sometimes wouldn't say anything, he would just be there for me as though our presence was enough for each other. I wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on me, other than the two who I lived with, Toshi, Shinso, and Chikao. It was a struggle doing hero work and school, though the assignments were still easy. When I was in public I tried to be more friendly looking and not as dead, but I tried my best.
As time went on and I began to ever so slowly push it behind me, I started to do more, talk more, and leave my room more. Still wherever I went Melody always followed. Though I would do more, my mental state still wasn't good at all. I could tell that Yamada and Aizawa were becoming more happy as I ventured out of my room more. I most of the time still couldn't find a smile, but when I could, I had to tell myself that I had to smile for whatever circumstances I was in. I was pretty quiet too still for a long time afterwards. I didn't really talk unless I was spoken to or had something really pressing to talk about. When I would barely speak, I said out of the blue that I was dating Chikao. If I was like my old self, I would have been afraid like I was before to tell them. When I did, they smiled and said that they were happy for me. That reassured me that no matter what, they would support me.
As the three years passed and winter came around time and again, my body would ache as if it remembered all that it had been through that one January. I still wasn't how I was before that happened, but I was getting better; slowly but surly. If it wasn't for Chikao, Aizawa and Yamada being there and helping me along, I don't think that I would have made any progress over the three years. It was the warmth of their safety that really did help me get better when I knew I wasn't able to do it on my own.