A/N: Images used are just found from google searches (unless otherwise stated as fan art given to me).. I don't art well

Additional A/N: I did a thing!!!! Guys, for real this is turning into a problem, I need like BNHA anonymous or something....or you all are just going to have to live with me creating like a million (possible exaggeration) more stories for it >.< Also super quick shout out/major thanks to Winged_Phantom for listening to my rambling and helping me to get focused enough to start on this story <3 Thank you for dealing with my crazy I hope you like the first chapter :)

Haru's POV (Age 24)

"Dr. Sano? Can you hear me?"

My body trembled uncontrollably but I found myself incapable of speaking. Blood stained the front of my dress. I'd been here for so long it had finally dried and turned crusty. Just the feeling of it against my skin was enough to make me nauseous. A cool hand reached out and lightly caught my wrist to check my radial pulse. There was a small beam of light that flashed into my eyes but I didn't react. I was too focused on the blood clinging to my front. Struggling to remember how it had gotten there. Why was I drenched in blood? How did I get to the hospital?

"Dr. Sano?" A hand waved in front of my face.

"She's in shock." Another voice sounded from the doorway.

Two strong hands gripped me by the arms and shook me gently. I blinked a few times and tried to focus on the person shaking me. A pair of worry filled dark forest green eyes bore into me as my colleague and mentor, Dr. Arai, leaned forward to get a good look at me.

"Haru, let go of the scalpel." Dr. Arai said softly.

Scalpel?

I looked down at my shaking hands. My pale pink eyes widened as I spotted a blood crusted scalpel being clutched in a death grip in my hand. Gripping so tightly, my knuckles were bright white and I could feel my nails puncturing my palm. Why did I have a scalpel? Why was it covered in blood?

"Haru, let go." He repeated himself a little more sternly.

I struggled to open my palm to reveal the raw bloody skin beneath from where my nails had tore into my skin. The blood crusted scalpel clattered to the floor. My skin began to crawl as I became more self-aware. There was dried crusted blood clinging to me everywhere, heaviest around my hands.

"Haru, do you remember what happened?" Dr. Arai asked me calmly as he picked up the bloody scalpel and handed it off to one of the nurses in the bright hospital room. Why were there so many people here?

I shook my head.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked worried.

"...Dr. Arai..." I winced as I felt a strange throbbing in my neck. Did I hurt it?

"Good. Do you know what day it is?"

"Saturday."

Dr. Arai frowned. "Haru, it's Sunday."

Sunday? I was scheduled for surgery all day Sunday. "Then I need to scrub up..."

"Haru, Dr. Ishihara has already taken over your cases for the day. You're in no condition to see patients." Dr. Arai pressed his lips together in a firm line. "Do you remember how you got here?"

I shook my head.

He frowned once more before turning to the nurses, "Can one of you take Dr. Sano to get cleaned up so I can examine her?"

Dr. Arai informed me later that I'd been attacked by a former patient of mine who'd been sending me strange love letters and following me around when I'd leave my shift at the hospital. He'd been stalking me for months, I'd filed for a restraining order and once he got the notice he went berserk. I still didn't remember the attack or what had happened. My attacker was dead and it was his blood I'd been drenched in when I'd stumbled into the hospital. Several police officers came to see me and question me about the events but Dr. Arai sent them away once it was evident I couldn't remember anything that had happened. The hospital forced me to take a leave of absence to recover physically, mentally and emotionally.

When Dr. Arai took me home, my apartment door was covered with police tape. They'd removed the body of my attacker. Everything was in disarray, the door was ajar, it looked as if it had been kicked open, the coat rack and small stand next to the door where I kept my mail and my keys were toppled over. Most of my furniture was shifted and askew, some toppled, some broken, the vase that had been sitting atop my coffee table was shattered to bits, there was glass and blood everywhere. The majority of the blood was in the center of the living room on the area rug and sofa next to my medicine bag. Seeing the crime scene sparked no memories of what had happened.

Dr. Arai reluctantly left me alone to clean up the mess. Though he was my respected mentor, I didn't like being alone with him. He'd taken me in once I'd started medical school at age twelve after finding out I was an orphan. I was grateful to him for all of his help, taking me in and helping me through medical school but there were times when I felt like his interest in me wasn't wholesome.

It took me nearly two days to get all of the blood off the floor, walls and other surfaces, I tossed the sofa and the area rug, they were too stained to be salvaged. Dr. Arai insisted on calling me every few hours to check in on me. Eventually I just stopped answering his calls.

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling willing myself to sleep. It had been three days since the incident, I hadn't been able to sleep at all. Dr. Arai prescribed me some strong painkillers that were sure to knock me out but I didn't want to take them and leave myself vulnerable. Deciding it was hopeless to try to sleep I rolled out of bed and trudged to the bathroom connected to my bedroom.

One of the lights above the mirror burnt out as I flipped the light switch. I sighed and splashed some cool water onto my face before looking to my reflection in the mirror. My shoulder length snow white hair was lying flat like always, my pale cherry blossom pink eyes looked somewhat vacant and lost. I looked down to the bandages around my neck spilling down and across my left shoulder. I'd sustained mostly superficial wounds during the attack, not that I remembered them. There was a deep slash across my collarbone, heavy bruising around my neck in the perfect shape of two meaty hands and another gash across the top of my left shoulder as if my assailant had tried to stab me in the shoulder and missed. It was probably for the best I couldn't remember what had happened.

My gaze flicked upward to the burnt-out lightbulb, might as well change it, it's not like I was going to get any sleep tonight anyway. I stepped out of my bedroom and was immediately hit with the smell of bleach and various other cleaning products from all the scrubbing I'd been doing over the past few days. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a shadowy figure with glowing yellow eyes emerge from a giant veil of dark mist. Was I hallucinating?

"Might you be Haru Sano? The young gifted surgeon?" Shadow Man's voice was deep and regal as he addressed me.

Could hallucinations talk? I lightly pinched myself on the leg. There was a slight prick of pain. It wasn't a dream. He waited patiently watching me carefully with his glowing yellow eyes. My heart started to race, what if it wasn't a hallucination?

I turned to bolt to my bedroom only to let out a scream as a shadowy portal appeared before me causing me to tumble out of another portal directly in front of the shadowy specter with the glowing yellow eyes. He reached for me and I let out a panicked cry and tried to duck away from his reach. His shadowy hand caught me by the arm halting my escape.

I tumbled backward with a scream, "LET GO!" I attempted to break from his hold but his grip was too tight, I couldn't break free. "HELP!" I shrieked hoping one of my neighbors would be able to hear me.

The grip on my arm tightened and I let out a yelp of pain as I was wrenched backward. Another shadowy hand clapped over my mouth muffling my screams for help. I kicked and flailed and attempted to break away from my captor, to no avail.

"My apologies for the intrusion, little doctor, my name is Kurogiri, if time weren't of the essence we could have conversed a little more pleasantly and had time for proper introductions, but I'm afraid I need your medical expertise. Do you have a medical supply bag handy?" He asked calmly before slowly removing his hand from my mouth.

My heart was pounding, beating so hard I could feel it pulsating in my chest painfully. "I'll get it if you let me go." I tried to keep my voice steady.

"I'm trusting you, little doctor, don't make me regret this." Kurogiri released me from his hold.

I sprinted for the door only to fall with a shriek as a shadowy portal opened up beneath me. I fell through darkness for awhile before another exit portal opened beneath me. My ankle gave way with a sickening crack as I hit cold hard stone and I collapsed in a heap with a whimper of pain. Frantically I searched my new surroundings and felt my heart drop as I realized I was in some kind of cell. The walls were thick stone all around, there weren't any windows, one wall was entirely made of thick black bars and the only light source was from a torch just outside the bars.

There was a single cot with no blanket and tucked in the corner carved into the wall was a small water closet with a toilet and a sink. Where was I? I scrambled to my feet and hissed in pain as my right ankle protested the movement. It was too dark for me to see my ankle clearly but it felt like it was sprained.

A moment later something fell from the ceiling and hit me over the head sending me tumbling to the cold hard ground once more. Stars exploded behind my eyelids. It took a moment for me to come to my senses. I felt around on the ground to try and figure out what had nearly concussed me. My fingers lightly brushed against a familiar fabric bag, it was my medical supply bag. As I picked it up I felt myself begin to fall. Another portal must have opened beneath me. I let out a panicked yelp as I fell once more.

I landed in a heap on a hardwood floor, my head cracked against something hard as I fell and I groaned as I felt a warm sticky substance clinging to the back of my head. I'd hit my head so hard I'd split it open. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. This room was lit. It looked like a bar, there were hard wood floors, a large wooden bar with barstools, one of which I'd cracked my head open on and a small TV stand against the wall beneath a torn up All Might poster.

Placing my hand to the back of my head I slowly sat up. My medical bag fell away from me and I clamped my eyes shut as the room began to spin once I sat up. The moment I was upright a wave of nausea washed over me, definitely a concussion. I heard a soft groan of pain from above me and glanced upward. There was a thin pale arm dangling off the bar a few feet away from me.

I struggled to my feet and looked over to the bar. There was a ghostly pale man with pale greyish blue hair that was long enough to hang into his face and was in complete disarray. His lips were cracked and dry, his eyes were closed and he appeared to be in pain. There was a sickly pallor to his skin. My gaze fell to a deep wound in his side, it looked as if he'd been stabbed several hours ago and from his current half-conscious state and the sickly pallor to his skin it appeared to be fairly serious.

Taking a deep breath, I activated my quirk and placed my hand to his forehead. My Quirk, Stasis, allowed me to stop time for those I touched keeping them suspended in time giving me time to operate and tend to their injuries. Who was this man? Where was the shadowy man who'd abducted me? Was this why he had abducted me?

I glanced around the room, no one else was here. There was a single door that seemingly led to the outside and another door behind the bar that led further into the building. Taking another deep breath, I grabbed my medical bag off the floor and searched for the supplies I'd need to tend to the wounded man.

The wound was deep and it appeared the knife that had made the wound had nicked an artery. If I didn't patch it up, he'd bleed to death. I found a pair of sterile gloves and a small sterile surgical kit in my bag before trying to set up a sterile space next to his frozen form to set my tools out. My body moved on autopilot my mind quickly calculating the damage and the exact kind of knife that had caused it as I set to work to patch up the nicked artery and close the wound. It didn't take long to staunch the flow of blood and stitch up the wound.

Once I'd finished my task I placed the back of my hand to the man's forehead releasing him from stasis before checking his radial pulse. His heartbeat was steady and strong. Relief flooded through me, he was going to be fine. His eyes fluttered open, they were bloodshot with frightening blood red irises and filled with confusion. Before I could say anything to try and orient him and let him know everything was going to be alright, he flipped off the bar and caught me by the neck with one hand as his other gripped my wrist.

I let out a panicked yelp as he pinned me against the bar he'd previously been lying on and leaned over me. "Who are you?" His voice was soft and somewhat strained from the effort he was exerting after losing so much blood.

"I-I'm a doctor..." I managed to squeak, "Y-you shouldn't be moving around, you lost a lot of blood."

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed his hand gripping my wrist, only four of his five fingers were pressing into my flesh, his index finger was raised slightly. It twitched and moved closer to me and I saw something flash in his blood red eyes as if he were contemplating hurting me.

"Shigaraki, it might be in our best interest to keep the little doctor alive." The deep voice of the shadow man sounded from the doorway behind the bar.

"Do whatever you want." The man with the pale grey tinged blue hair released me from his hold and I slumped to the floor and placed my hand to my chest as my heart pounded unsteadily.

"That's what you wanted, right?" I shot a glare at the shadowy man, "Can I go home now?"

"Not just yet, allow me to show you to your room." His bright yellow eyes glinted with malice as a portal opened up beneath me and I fell with a shriek landing once again in the cold stone cell.

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