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Flins came back to consciousness slowly to a ringing in his ears and lights so bright he flinched when he opened his eyes. He took a few seconds to think. Where was he? How did he get here? What happened to everyone fighting-
“Dottore!”
He sat up suddenly, looking around for his friends, but everything felt different. He couldn't see anyone, and the energies in the air weren't the ones he was used to, they felt… weaker… less sustained. That's when he realised his clothes were missing, replaced by a hospital gown.
“τι στο καλό?”
Flins was baffled. This didn’t feel right at all. The energies were off, this medical facility seemed far more advanced than any he had ever seen before, and to make it all worse, the energies he could sense were unfamiliar, he could feel that every person within the range he could feel them in had a completely unique energy about them. Normally, everyone's were largely the same (Excluding a few, select individuals), but these were all so different that Flins thought he would be able to differentiate these strangers from one another the same way he could tell any of his close friends apart. It was as if he was somewhere with entirely different rules of nature than the ones he was used to. He snapped out of his thoughts when the door to the room he was in swung open quietly, and a man with the head and scales of a lizard walked in. Flins prided himself in his ability to remain polite and keep his composure intact, but this was so unusual he almost reacted to it.
“Ah, It's good to see you awake sir, we were all a bit worried about you.”
Flins remained calm, though his heart started to race. What was going on?
“Pardon me, but may I inquire as to why I’m here.”
He paused.
“And also perhaps where ‘here’ is?”
He gestured around the room, the sterile environment, the pale beige walls, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains. The doctor, as Flins assumed that's what he was, paused only briefly before speaking again.
“What's the last thing you remember?”
Flins paused to think for a minute. The last thing he remembered was the fight, he was dodging left and right, evading attacks and launching them in turn, until-
He couldn't tell this man that. He didn't know where he was, or what had happened afterwards, but one thing he could gather was that he wasn't on Tevat anymore. He tried to come up with a plan in his head, but found it still foggy, so he went with the best possible option he could come up with.
“I… I can’t.”
Tell you, is what he was going to say, but he cut himself off strategically, so that he wasn't lying, but it sounded like he couldn't recall. He tried to sound scared, unsure, to make it seem realistic.
“Alright, lets start with your name, we couldn't find anyone matching your description on our system.”
Did they have some kind of documentation of the name and a description of every person in this world or something? That's not good, his name won't be in that. And that's not something He can't just lie about, he can’t lie! He decided to just look really unsure and confused, looking at the doctor with a slightly scared expression on his face. The man's eyes softened, understanding dawning on his face.
“Its okay if you can't remember, it may come back to you in time, but for now, the little boy who found you in the woods and his mother have been sat in the waiting from for hours waiting for you to wake up, would you be alright with them coming in to see you?”
Flins blanked. A child had found him in that state? He must apologise to the boy, he must be traumatised! He felt terrible, he had figured someone had found him, or else he wouldn't be here, but a child? He felt a weight in his chest.
“Of course, that's perfectly fine, thank you.”
The doctor smiled, nodding before walking out of the room, presumably to have someone tell the child and his mother that they could come up. Flins only had to wait a few minutes before he heard heels on the floor outside, followed by the pitter-patter of smaller feet, and his door opening once again. A woman of average height walked in, wearing light blue trousers, and a light brown and white striped shirt. She had dark green hair and matching, kind eyes. Huddled behind her, Flins could barely make out the form of a child, likely the one he had accidentally traumatised. He saw large green eyes peek out from behind the woman’s legs, nervous. Flins tried to smile to dissipate the boy’s fear, but that only made him hide back behind his mothers legs.
“I'm sorry about Izuku, he's just nervous”
Flins looked up at the woman’s face, smiling politely.
“I assure you it's perfectly alright, I wanted to apologise for frightening your son, and thank him for bringing me the aid that saved my life.”
“Don’t worry, he just needs a minute.”
She looked down at her son behind her legs, nudging him gently with her hand.
“Go on, Izuku, didn't you have something you wanted to give to the nice man?”
That piqued Flins’ interest. What could such a small child possibly want to give him? Especially after he frightened the poor child so much? The child - Izuku - stepped out from behind his mother, clutching something very familiar in his hands. Izuku carefully placed the lantern as far as he could reach on the bed, just next to Flins’ lap, eyes darting around nervously.
“I-I looked after it f-for you, just l-like you asked me, s-sir.”
“Flins’ eyes widened.
“Please, take care of my lantern… I will be… in your debt…”
Flins mentally facepalmed. How out of it was he? To enter a deal with a small child? He should be ashamed of himself, and he is! What to do… what to do…
“I greatly appreciate the effort you took to make sure this reached me intact, it's very important to me.”
The boy smiled, seeming to work himself up.
“If it's okay to ask… is that lantern a part of your quirk?”
Quirk? What on earth is a quirk. He did know he was considered quite strange by other people, but he didn't think that was what the boy meant.
“Quirk? What’s that?”
The boy gasped, eyes growing wide.
“You don’t know what a quirk is?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know much of anything at the moment.”
There was a pregnant pause [Haha pregnant], in which both the boy and his mother stared at him, before the mother cut in.
“Do you have amnesia?
“It seems that way, doesn't it?”
Technically not a lie, it does seem like he has amnesia to them, even though he doesn't. The boy’s mother went pale, and excused herself from the room. Flins could sense a palpable amount of concern radiating off of her, so he assumed she was going to talk to his doctor. Flins looked down at Izuku, who was practically vibrating with excitement for some reason, and patted the hospital bed, inviting the boy up. Izuku beamed and climbed up onto the bed (With some difficulty), he sat cross legged next to Flin’s own legs where the fae man had shifted them to the side to allow him ample space to sit. He could tell Izuku had something he wanted to ask, so he simply sighed.
“What is it you wanted to speak with me about?”
“How did you know I wanted to talk?”
Flins noted that Izuku’s stutter was gone, likely due to him being less nervous than he was when he initially came into the room with his mother.
“I am very good at reading people.”
Seven hundred years meeting various different people of all status and races makes you good at reading them, but Izuku was like an open book.
“You don't remember about quirks right, do you want me to tell you about them?”
Izuku’s excitement was palpable, the boy was practically vibrating, and Flins couldn't help but think that this particular topic may be a bit of a special interest of his. Well… he did need to learn about this world, what better way to learn than from a small child who has a special interest in an aspect of its society?
“Sure, why not?”
Flins spent the next forty minutes listening to Izuku ramble on about quirks, and how they fit into this world’s society. To sum that very long explanation up, quirks are essentially a superpower (Like in those light novels from Inazuma, speaking of which, everyone here was speaking the language) that eighty percent of the population possesses. Every person's power is completely individual and unique, apparently most develop them at the age of four or five. These powers even seemed to open up a new profession, that of heroes, who stopped ‘villains’, people who used their quirks to commit crimes. He had been right, this was just like an Inazuman light novel. Just as Izuku was about to go into a second info dump on all his favourite heroes, his mother returned, looking tired, but accomplished.
“Hello, I forgot to introduce myself earlier, my name is Inko Midoriya. I’m sorry for running off in such a hurry, but I was talking with the doctor about your situation, I work here, you see. I… understand you don't remember much? Do you not even remember the way back home?”
Flins thanks any deities that may reside in this world for Inko’s choice in wording. If this is this world's version of Inazuma, should he be calling them both Midoriya? He will simply continue to refer to them as their given names in his head to differentiate.
“Unfortunately, I have no idea as to how to get home.”
“Alright, we have a program here that places people in situations like yours with volunteers, and…”
Flins got the feeling he knew where this was going.
“And I have volunteered to take you in until you recover your memories, only if you're okay with it.”
Flins was stunned by this woman's kindness, offering to take a complete stranger, whose background she could not access, into her home.
“I couldn't possibly impose-”
“I insist, one more person under the roof isn't a burden on us at all.”
“...”
Flins was indecisive. On one hand, he desperately needed somewhere to stay, preferably away from the doctors who would continue to ask questions that were difficult to answer with half-truths. On the other hand, this family had already done so much for him, and he already owed the child a favour… though living with them for a while would allow him to repay it more easily…
“Alright.”
Inko smiled at him, all sunshine. Izuku seemed even more excited than his mother, starting to blab on about how much they could talk about, how he could show Flins his figurines and so forth.
“What should I call you”
“Kyrill Chudomorivich Flins.”
“Is that your name?”
“Its what feels right.”
Another half-truth to this woman who would be sheltering him, but it allowed him to use his own name in this world that he didn't know if he would ever be able to leave, but at least he had something here now.
τι στο καλό? - What the hell?