------Author's Note------

Hey guys!

This is the first of a series of chapters in Kirishima's point of view. I hope he's not too ooc, I tried to make it sound like him. Without further ado...

I present what I am calling the Memories Arc! It essentially takes place between the Training Camp Arc and the Provisional License Exam Arc, but it's starting here and it's going to include the events at Kamino Ward. Anyways, here we go!!

Kirishima's POV

As the remedial group practices emergency situations with Monoma from Class B, Mandalay all of a sudden sends out an alert that there are villains attacking the camp. And what is it that Aizawa tells us to do?

Stay put.

Don't fight.

Don't go help our friends.

They could be dying for all we know and we have to just sit still?

Eventually, Iida comes back with a group of students. As glad as I am to see them, I can't help but scan the group for Bakugo and Koto. I know he wouldn't stand down from a fight, even if our teacher said to, but I was at least hoping Koto would be safe. All we can do is wait, which sucks, but I don't know what else to do.

If we just ran out into the woods, we could be separated and risk all of our safety. Of course I'd be willing to take that chance because that's what being a hero is all about, but the teachers are here to protect us and we can't be going around, fighting villains willy-nilly. After all, we don't have our provisional licenses yet.

Time passes...

Bakugo's a target...

Aizawa gives the students in the woods permission to fight, but not us...

When the villains retreat and search parties are sent out for everyone still lost, I can't help but think every rustle of leaves in the breeze is one of my friends. Eventually, a large group steps out of the woods, Todoroki carrying a familiar figure on his back. I'd recognize that wild red hair anywhere.

"KOTO!" I yell, running from the building to make sure she's okay, but Uraraka stands in my way, teary eyed. My heart wrenches as her bottom lip trembles. What happened?

"She's been knocked out," she says, defeated.

"Bakugo and I found her near the poison gas," Todoroki says. "She's still breathing, just shallowly. She doesn't appear to be injured at all, though Bakugo said someone attacked her. I didn't see who it was, but he did."

I let out a deep breath and look around for my blonde friend, ready to drag him over to the police to give his report, no matter how much I know he'll protest. When I can't see him, I glance at the people gathered around.

"Well?" I ask, looking at each person individually as they avoid making eye contact with me. "Where is he?!"

Nobody moves for a moment until Tokoyami shakes his head and my heart plummets in my chest. "He was kidnapped by the villains. They came here for him and they took him from under our noses. We couldn't save him, despite how hard we tried."

Midoriya sniffles and sits down on the ground. I only now notice both his arms are broken and in makeshift splints.

Jaw agape, I turn and walk away. Tears spill down my face and plop onto the ground, leaving a trail as I go.

How could they just take him? If Aizawa had let us fight, I could've been there! So what if they couldn't save him? I could've! I know that I could've! If I had just left, sure I would've disobeyed our teacher's orders, but Bakugo could be safe right now!

I pace around, going inside, but it's too stifling inside, then back outside, but that's where everyone else is, then back inside, I need fresh air, until a first responder approaches me with a large blanket and wraps it around my shoulders. I take a seat and watch the flashing lights as more police and ambulances show up.

Koto's long since been carted off and I don't know what to do with myself. One of my best friends is with villains and the other was attacked and is now at the hospital. I watch as responders pull student after student from the woods, all unconscious.

And I sat in there and did nothing!

How can I call myself a hero or a man?

Eventually, the buses from the other day show up. We're told to pack up our stuff and head out. Apparently, our parents have already been contacted and are on their way to the school. Kaminari and Sero pull me to my feet and walk with me to our room.

I walk straight past Bakugo's bedroll to mine right beside and start packing it away. He was lying there just last night, I can't help but think. And now he's who knows where? After packing up all my stuff, I go over to deal with Bakugo's. As I put his high end thermal blanket back into his bag, I think of his parents and how they're going to react. I've never met them, but Koto told me his mom is great.

And that's another thing. Koto. Is Uraraka over in the girls' room doing the same thing I am? I look around for anything I might've forgotten, but eventually, Sero lightly tugs me out.

"He'll be okay," he says softly. "You know he's not gonna take any crap from those villains."

I nod and start to feel slightly better about his chances. If there's anyone who would hold out as long as humanly possible, it's him. What do they want? Are they demanding a ransom? Are they mad at him? Or just at heroes and they took the number one student in our class to prove that? God forbid they torture him...

I suppress a shudder and load both of our things into the bus, then climb on. My goal is to find a seat near Uraraka, but she's surrounded by her friends as she cries. I take a seat diagonally behind her and tap her on the shoulder. She sniffles and looks back at me.

"Bakugo's the only one that knows what happened. We gotta get him back," I say confidently.

She shakes her head and says, "the pros have it covered. They're gonna do the best they can."

"But-"

"Kirishima," Tsu interjects. "Ribbit. Now isn't the time. You're in shock. Just get some rest."

Of course I'm tired, of course I'm in shock, but I can't just sit here.

•°•°•°•

The rest of the ride back to UA is solemnly quiet. Most people fall asleep, but I stay up, looking out the window. It's about 4 am when we get back and in the lights of the school walls, I can see a crowd of parents. I stand before the bus has even stopped moving and walk forward to be the first one off.

Mom runs up to me, teary eyed and squeezes the life out of me. I hold her tight and usher her to the side so that everyone else can get off. A couple of my own tears land in her hair while hers soak my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" She asks, chest heaving.

"I'm not injured," I reply. I don't have to say anymore for her to rub my back and start rocking us back and forth. Sparing a glance up, I see a lot of parents giving their children similar treatment.

"Wanna talk?" She asks, pulling away to look at me. Her ruby eyes bore into mine. Everyone always says I have her eyes, but I have to disagree. Where mine are a dark, dull red, hers glimmer like gemstones in any light.

"When we get home."

She nods and we go to unload my stuff, then get in the car and head home. Ma's asleep on the couch when we get back, but Mom shakes her awake. I understand why she couldn't come get me; she runs a bakery downtown and always has to get up early. So I wouldn't want her to mess up her sleep schedule.

Mom is my biological mother, it's clear enough just by looking at us, but as far as I'm concerned, so is Ma ever since they got married when I was 5. Apparently my father's hair was black, which I inherited while Mom's hair is bright red; yet another reason I decided to dye mine. Ma, on the other hand, has long, wavy silver hair. It's been that color her whole life apparently. She dyed one strip of her hair red with me, saying it makes us look more like family. Her eyes are a light, mint green, directly opposite Mom's on the color wheel.

"Ei," she says groggily, stumbling from the living room to grab me around my shoulders. "How ya holdin' up?"

I pull out one of the chairs from the kitchen table and sit down, recalling all the events from the night. They eventually take the seats beside me as they listen. Mom listens attentively, nodding every now and then while Ma looks down at the table, tapping her fingers against it.

When I've said all I need to say, I push away from the table. "I just...need some time to think," I say as I walk upstairs.

I collapse onto my bed and curl up in my Crimson Riot sheets. The tears don't stop until I fall asleep for the night.

•°•°•°•

The next morning, I head out early to buy flowers. I don't know how long Koto will be out of it because of the poison gas, but I want her to be able to wake up to something nice. I buy a simple bouquet of white daisies with a blue bow and head out to the hospital.

My leg won't stop bouncing for the entire train ride. What if she doesn't wake up? No, she has to. But what if she doesn't remember who attacked her? It could've just been the gas, but I don't think Bakugo was lying when he said she was attacked. Then again, I wasn't there when he said it, but Todoroki wouldn't lie about that.

Speaking of the half and half boy, I run into him on my way in. "Hey man," I say, running a bit to catch up with him before he goes inside.

"Oh, hello." He nods in my direction before continuing forward to the front desk.

"Hey," the woman sitting at the desk greets. It's an awfully familiar greeting, I note. "I thought you weren't-"

"We're here to see the UA students from the attack," Todoroki cuts her off. What in the world is happening with him and this receptionist? Why are they so familiar with each other?

I look between the two of them as she pulls something up on her computer. "The ones accepting visitors are on the fifth floor, South wing," she says after a moment. He doesn't waste a moment in walking past the waiting room and into an elevator. "Take care!" She calls after him.

I rush to catch up with him before the elevator door closes.

"What do you think she meant by 'the ones accepting visitors'?" I ask a bit apprehensively as the metal chamber begins to rise.

Todoroki shrugs silently. As soon as the doors open, we walk out and he leads the way down a corridor, checking every nameplate on the doors. Most doors are closed, but one ahead is wide open and voices come from inside.

"Is that Yaoyorozu?" I ask, speeding up. We both come to a stop in front of the door and glance in.

She's sitting up on a hospital bed, her long black hair down from her usual ponytail. A few police officers stand around her, surely as she gives her recount of what happened.

"...and so I made the tracking device. When it was walking away, that boy, Awase from Class B, attached it to its back. I can make a receiver to pick up the signal and you can follow it to where the nomu and maybe Bakugo are being kept."

Todoroki and I look at each other, understanding the gravity of what she just said. She has a way to find him!

The pressure that's been weighing on my chest since last night starts to ease up slightly. That's when I notice the nameplate over Todoroki's shoulder. I brush past him to see two names assigned to the room we're standing in front of. Momo Yaoyorozu and Koto Yamada.

Looking back on the room, only one bed is occupied, the other empty, though the covers are messy and undone.

"Hey man," I say to Todoroki. "Koto's supposed to be in here, but she's not. Does that mean that she's awake? Where else would she be?"

The boy looks at everything I've pointed out and gives me an indifferent expression. "Bathroom or cafeteria. If she's somewhere else, that means the gas wasn't that toxic and that she'll be okay."

"But what about the attack?" I ask. Surely he can't forget about that.

"Maybe whoever Bakugo saw didn't actually get a chance to attack her when we showed up."

I nod and we go to explore the other rooms. Hagakure is still unconscious and in a room with that Class B girl, Jiro, who was at the I-Island attack with us. Everyone else seems to still be unconscious and recovering. Midoriya's arms are heavily wrapped in casts and bandages.

If they did this to get to him, what are the villains doing to Bakugo right now?

"We should go get him," I say as we sit down in the wing's waiting room.

"Who, Bakugo?" Todoroki asks and I nod, clutching the flowers in my lap. "I know you must be upset you didn't do anything, but I was right there. I could've and he told us not to."

My head whips over to him. "What?!" I shout. "You could've saved him, but you just let him get taken because he has too much pride? That's when you grab on and don't let go! That's when you fight!"

"Things would've ended worse," he says calmly, looking away. "But that doesn't mean I don't regret just standing by."

"So let's do something about it and get him back now!"

He looks at me, stone faced. "We should talk to Yaoyorozu and figure out the police's plan. If they are setting things into motion now, we shouldn't interfere. But I suppose we can try to help where we can."

I feel the corners of my mouth lift up into a smile. "Let's go talk to her now."

•°•°•°•

Our plan has been made and we've gathered a small group, but I still can't find Koto. I know she'd want to be a part of the rescue mission. That is, if she's well enough. I don't want her to push herself if she's not feeling up to it yet. But it's odd that I still haven't seen her.

After checking in on Midoriya, I notice Uraraka walking a different way than the rest of the class on her way out. While Todoroki talks through the plan with the injured boy, I follow after Koto's friend. She uses the stairwell to go down two floors, then makes her way through a labyrinth of hallways. At some point, I lose sight of her, so I wander around, hoping I'll see anybody familiar, but the hallway I'm in is eerily silent. A few nurses in white scrubs walk past and I try my best to look like I know where I'm going.

"Kirishima," a voice calls out from behind me. I jump and let out a not so manly squeak, heart pounding. I turn to see my homeroom teacher standing with a tray of tea in takeout containers. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, umm..." I rub the back of my neck nervously. "Well, I was looking for Koto, but I couldn't find her. And then, when I saw Uraraka go this way, I sorta followed her, but then I lost her, so...here I am!"

Aizawa sighs heavily and gestures with his head to follow him. He leads me down another couple hallways and that sinking feeling in my chest returns. Metal doors line the walls and the LED lights reflect off them obnoxiously. He stops before one of them, waves a key card over some sort of magnet that unlocks the door, and ushers me inside.

The first thing I see when I enter are Uraraka, Midnight, and Present Mic, sitting on folding chairs, wearing distraught expressions. That's when I notice the window they're staring though. On the opposite side is a room with a single bed bolted to the floor and no windows to the outside.

And handcuffed to the bed is Koto.

She sits, wearing a white jumpsuit with large metal cuffs chained to her. Her red hair spills over her shoulders in tangles and her face is streaked with tears. She repeatedly pulls weakly at her restraints, irritating her wrists and ankles with every tug.

"What the hell happened?" I gasp out, unable to take my eyes off her. She's shaking like a leaf.

"When Yamada woke up, she had an attack of some sort and tried to break the window in her room," Aizawa explains. "Hizashi was there and was able to call Nemuri in to put her back to sleep before she could do any real damage. Then, she was transferred here. She had a similar reaction when she woke up here, but she's wearing quirk suppressing handcuffs, so she can't hurt anyone."

"They're cutting into her skin," I say weakly.

"Better than having her jump out a window," my teacher says matter of factly.

I guess he's right, but I can't believe she would do something like that.

"We assume it has something to do with the quirk of the villain who attacked her," Midnight explains. "But of course since we don't know who it is, we don't know what's wrong with her. We don't have the technology to see any quirks that had affected her."

I know it was too much to hope the villain hadn't gotten a chance to attack her when Bakugo showed up.

A nurse pokes her head in and says, "she needs to eat." She holds out a tray to us. "Does somebody else want to try it this time?"

Present Mic whimpers from his chair and only now it occurs to me how quiet he's being. He's leaning over and rubbing at his temples.

Uraraka stands up and clears her throat. "I'll try," she says, her voice thick, probably from crying.

What does she mean 'try'?

The nurse opens the door to Koto's room and holds it open for her friend. I look through the window to see her breathing erratically, staring wide eyed at the door in a way I can only describe as pure horror.

The instant Uraraka steps in, I watch as Koto's lip trembles and she dissolves into sobs, yanking harshly at her restraints. Her movements are tough and almost seem...angry.

"Hey, Koto," her friend says lightly. The girl only thrashes around harder, pulling herself as far away from the door as possible. "I need you to eat. Please."

Uraraka doesn't even get a chance to place the food down on the bed, the tray instead being knocked out of her hands as Koto lunges for her. The brown haired girl flinches back and chokes on a sob. She puts a hand to her mouth as she bends down to pick up the spilt food. I see Koto pick up the plastic tray and raise it over her head.

"Kirishima, no!" Aizawa calls after me as I run in to deflect it before she can whack her friend over the head.

Instead, the plastic falls from her hand. She makes eye contact with me for the briefest of moments before letting out a strangled scream. She resumes pulling hard at her restraints, backing up against the headboard, and tears not ceasing.

I feel Aizawa's capture weapon wrap around me and I don't even have the strength to fight it as he pulls me back into the other room. Uraraka runs in after me.

"What's happening?" I whisper.

"We're waiting on a psychologist to come investigate," Midnight says calmly.

"Sayuri," Uraraka says. "You might remember her from movie night. She's one of Reina's siblings."

I rack my brain, trying to remember that night. I remember Reina, but I don't think I interacted with any of her siblings.

That doesn't matter. If she can tell us what's wrong with Koto, then everything will be okay.

"Best case scenario, it wears off with time, but..." Aizawa trails off, looking to Present Mic. "We have to understand that it might not."

The blonde hero buries his face in his hands, crying. I look to Uraraka for an explanation. She shakes her head and gestures outside.

I head out the thick metal door and close it behind her. She walks a ways down the hallway before sitting down against the wall. I follow suit, looking at her expectantly, but she won't make eye contact.

"Present Mic is Koto's uncle," she says after a moment. "She's been staying with him the past few years."

"Oh," is all I can say. I guess that explains why he's taking all of this so hard. Her quirk also makes more sense, now that I think about it.

Suddenly, the door opens and Mr. Aizawa walks out. "The other students should know what's going on. They may have information on someone who has a quirk that could do this."

With that, he walks away, leaving Uraraka and I sitting on the floor of the hallway. In the silence, I hear her heavy breaths and then another sob finds its way out.

"Why would anyone do that to her?" She cries, hiding her face in her hands.

"It's the villains," I say, trying to console her. "Their morals are all messed up. They don't care who they hurt. But that's why we're here. To help the people who they endanger."

She looks up at me, brown eyes tinged with red, and sets her jaw. Her fists clench, yet still shake in anger and sadness. "I can't go with you to save Bakugo, but when you do, bring him right back here so he can tell me who did this to my best friend."

I sit up straighter and give her the most confident smile I can despite the tears welling up in my eyes. "I will."

------Authors Note------

Hope that you enjoyed the Kirishima chapter! There's more to come!

But for now, we have some more fan art!

Here's some awesome art from Freedom5556 the picture looks awesome! Her power stance is so great with that katana. What a queen!!