Shoto didn't know how it happened, he didn't know why, nor did he know what exactly did happen. All he knew was that now he was a slime and he could neither talk nor use his quirk. He suppose it would be natural to freak out by all this but honestly it wouldn't do him much good. He wasn't in any pain right now as far as he knew, and staying calm and rational would be his best.
He pondered his next move, finding someone to help. It was easier said than done. He doubted they'd piece together he was now a slime from just looking at him and his lack of speech would only make it worse. Still he would have to try.
He slithered as best as he could out of the room he was in. Soon he found himself in other room with a sleeping individual.
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