"Deku, oh my god, are you okay?" Uraraka knelt over him.

He stayed completely still and silent.  How long was he going to do this?

"Deku, please talk to me!" She cried, it was extremely concerning.  Is he planning something?  What does he hope to do?

Okay his head probably hurts a lot.  She hesitantly rested her hand in his fluffy curls and massaged his head.  She looked at his face and noticed his lips moving.

"I can't hear what you're saying" she said softly.

She leaned closer as he spoke a little louder, "I don't like being touched." He whispered.

He was talking!

"I'm going to help you sit up, okay?" Uraraka tried lifting his shoulders so he was slumped against the wall.  He let his hair fall in front of his eyes as his head hung forward.

She looked at him pitifully.  For some reason he seemed to be in a talking mood and she was going to talk full advantage of that.

"Are you okay?"

He shook his head up and down.  She didn't believe him for a second but she kept going.

"Why don't you like being touched?" She asked cautiously, it didn't seem like a hard question.

His voice was scratchy and cracked after not being used for so long at a decent volume, "people only touch me to hurt."

She swallowed the lump in her throat, "Why are you talking to me now, Deku?  You've been so silent the past few days, why?"

He stayed silent for a long time, and Uraraka assumed he wasn't going to answer, but his shaky voice spoke.

"I've been t-thinking."  His voice sounded absolutely terrible but Uraraka ignored it, "bout' what I should do."

"...did you decide?" Fear clogged her throat.

"Yeah."

"What is it then?"

~

Kirishima and Bakugo had been released from the hospital and allowed to go back to class.  Not that there was any class to go back too, school had been cancelled for the time being.  All the students were confined to the dormitories, no one in, no one out, except for staff members.

This particular day wasn't very different from the others, most of the students just lazed around.  None of them willing to really interact with each other, they were all upset.

Aizawa came to check in on them once a day, made sure everyone was there, and left.  Today though, he hadn't shown up yet.  Most of the class was gathered in the common area as they waited for him, each second they grew increasingly worried.

After an two hours of him not showing up, the class began to freak out.

"What do we do?!"

"Is he dead!?"

"Did something happen!?"

"WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!" one voice yelled as loud as possible, which silenced the whole room, "you're all so damn annoying, quite worrying."  Bakugo couldn't deny that he was in fact, worried, but he hated how annoying his classmates were being.

"Thank you Bakugo." Iida said hesitantly, "worrying won't help anything."  Iida seemed the most effected by the recent events.  Both of his closest friends were missing, and who knew if they were alive or not?

"Yeah, yeah-"

"I SEE HIM!" Ashido yelled and she pointed out the window.

The class erupted in yelling and talking as Aizawa slammed open the door.

"Shut up, all of you!" He yelled, glaring at them.

"Mr. Aizawa, what happened?" Iida asked as soon as the class quieted.

Aizawa took a long, deep breath, "The League of Villains has them."

The room was deathly silent, this was one of their worst fears.

"And they sent a ransom video."

Honestly Aizawa, Bakugo and Iida were getting tired of the class bursting out in questions and comments. Aizawa glared at his students as he waited for them to quiet down.

"They want a trade, All Might for the students."

Bakugo was the first one to speak, his voice small and cracking slightly, "You can't-"

"We have too." Aizawa sighed, "it's our only choice."

"Can we see the video?" A hesitant voice asked.

"Kirishima!? We can't just ask tha-" Yaoyorozu scolded.

"I just- I have to know if they're okay!" A few tears cascaded down Kirishima's face as he interrupted her.

"I... would also like to see." Iida added in quietly.

Aizawa looked thoughtfully at his students, "Those who wish to see the video can stay down here. Those who don't think they can handle it can leave. I'll go get a copy of it." He finished as he turned to leave.

"I don't think my heart could take it..." Koda said shyly.

"Me either.." Hagakure responded.

A few others agreed.

Bakugo felt his anger boiling up, "If you can't handle it, then don't be a hero!" He yelled.

A few of the students flinched but nodded in understanding.

The class silently agreed they would all watch it together for their friends sake. Once their teacher returned he set it on the tv and the entire class watched.

Some students already started to tear up as the video flickered to life and Uraraka and Izuku appeared.

"There's a gash on Midoriya's cheek." Tokoyami commented sadly.

"P-please save us." The recording cried.

All the girls in the class were crying now.

The all listened intently as Shigaraki blabbed on about a trade, which caused Bakugo and a lot of others to tense up.

Then Shigaraki said something about a UA student committing murder.... and Izuku rose a knife to his throat.

"DEKU WHAT THE FUCK!?" Bakugo yelled in shock.

"MIDORIYA!" Todoroki cried.

"Oh god, does he die? Mr. Aizawa plea-"

"S-Stop Midoryia.." Iida whimpered.

Aizawa's face darkened as he turned away, "he doesn't die." He confirmed. A few others turned to look away.

"I told you to do it to the girl, not yourself!" The video hummed angrily.

Nobody stood dried eyes or quiet as they watched Shigaraki press his fingers on their friends face, as he crumbled away for just a second. He fell to his knees silently and the class erupted in cries.

Shigaraki snarled a threat and ended, "Got it?"

They all felt helpless.

They all knew the sad truth too, Midoriya hadn't struggled, hadn't resisted as he was hurt. He stood united and unmoving in the back of the video, ready to hold a knife to his own throat. Even if they got him back somehow, things would never be the same.

~

Dabi entered the room with another meal. He really was getting tired of this, especially since Izuku refused to ea-

He dropped the plates of food on the ground.

"Shit."

~

"H-hello?" A middle aged man stood nervously at a door.

The woman from my dream said this was the place... I hope I'm not going crazy.

He knocked again, "Does anyone live here?"

He waited for a moment and perked up when he heard a few locks being undone. He peered around the corner to see- a skeletal man!? That's All Might!

"All Might!?" He blurted.

Toshinori looked at him wide eyed, "How did you find where I live?" He asked seriously, ignoring the shock of the man.

"I-I've been sent here!" He said sheepishly.

"...by?" Toshinori was close to shutting the door in his face. He wasn't in the mood for a fan who found where he lived. He had somewhere to be soon.

"This woman... appeared in my dream, and insisted I come here!"

Toshinori stopped breathing for a moment, master said she woul-

"What was her name again..." the man paused for a moment, "Oh! I got it, Nana Shimura, was it?"

"Why did she send you here." Toshinori grabbed the man's wrist and looked intently at him, "Tell Me." He demanded.

"O-of course! She sent me to help you, she said you were in a bad situation. All Might are you in a bad situation?" The man asked sacredly.

All Might glanced at his watch and froze, he had to leave.

"I'm very sorry sir, but I have somewhere to be." He was out of time. The trade was going to happen soon. He was going to die.

"That's okay!" The man looked happy, "the woman said you would leave for a bit, then return, so I'm fine with waiting."

...I would return?

What the hell is going to happen?

I hope you guys are ready for where I'm going to take this story...