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Class 1-A was silent.
No, Mina cracking jokes. No Kaminari saying something dumb. No Iida chopping the air about proper conduct.
Just silence.
All for the same reason.
The questions.
They had all been questioned by the police yesterday. One by one, they were pulled aside into separate rooms at the hospital, sat down across from officers with notepads, and asked to describe what they saw during the USJ attack.
That part was fine. Expected, even. They'd just survived a villain ambush. Of course, the police would want statements.
But it was what the officers told them that shocked them all.
Akira Shuzenji was being investigated for criminal charges. Excessive use of force and attempted murder.
Because of that, the class sat in silence. Some looked at Akira's empty seat, while others replayed what all happened during USJ.
"FUCKKK!!"
Kaminari slammed both hands on his desk, shooting to his feet.
"MIND YOUR LANGUAGE!" Iida yelled reflexively.
Kaminari pointed at him. "Not now, Iida!"
Iida froze. Not because of the words, but because of the look on Kaminari's face. He wasn't joking. He wasn't being dramatic. He was genuinely pissed.
Kaminari ran both hands through his hair and sighed.
"This is so wrong." He said, turning towards the class.
"Look, as much as I hated watching Boss slice through those villains, and yeah, it was brutal, I'm not gonna lie: I saw what he did after."
"He burned their wounds shut. Every single one. After he cut them, he cauterized the wound. I don't know much about first aid, but I do know that burning a wound like that stops the bleeding and keeps them from dying."
He pointed at the door.
"The guy was cutting people and then saving their lives. How is that attempted murder?"
Nobody responded, because Kaminari was right. And they all knew it. Akira had been aggressive. Way beyond what any of them would have done. But at the end of the day, he was the one who protected them. He healed Aizawa and fought the Nomu. He put his body between the class and certain death.
And now the police were treating him like a criminal.
"Kaminari is right."
The class turned.
Jiro was leaning back in her chair, her earphone jacks coiled around her fingers.
"When he prayed before attacking," she said, "I heard him."
"My quirk picks up sounds that normal ears can't catch. And I heard him whispering something before he started fighting." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Something about holding back."
She looked around the room.
"He was trying not to kill anyone. While it doesn't look like it from the outside, he was holding back the whole time. He chose to cut limbs instead of heads."
She uncurled her jacks and sat up straighter.
"It doesn't sound right. I know. But he's our classmate. And he was the reason most of us walked out of that place. We have to stand with him."
Kirishima slammed his fist on his desk again. "Damn right we do."
Sero nodded. Sato cracked his knuckles. Even Tokoyami, who rarely spoke up, gave a small nod from the shadows.
SLIDE
The door opened as Momo walked in.
The whole class turned to her.
She knew something they did not, and it was crushing her.
Mina moved, sensing her bad mood. She ran across the room and wrapped Momo in a hug.
"You alright?"
Momo froze for a while, then hugged her back. "Yeah. Thanks for asking."
Toru waved from across the room. "Where's Akira? Is he alright?"
Momo nodded. "He should be at the hearing right now."
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Nezu's office:
The room had been changed.
Nezu's usual tea sets and personal items had been removed. In their place, the office now resembled something closer to a courtroom, with a desk in the middle.
On one side sat Nezu, Honoka, and Akira.
Akira, for the first time, was in his school uniform, and even his pipe was absent.
Honoka, who had a black suit on, sat next to her son.
Nezu sat at the head of the desk, with his paws folded.
On the other side sat Detective Tsukauchi and Madam President.
Behind her stood a man whom no one from Akira's side knew.
He was tall and was wearing a dark suit, along with sunglasses. He stood with his hands clutched in front of him, like a statue. But the air around him said otherwise. The air around him said he could kill everyone in this room and still make it home for dinner.
Akira looked at him.
That fucker is strong.
He thought back to what Nezu had told him last night.
"Whatever happens, just stay quiet. Understood?"
Akira hadn't liked it. He didn't like being told to sit still. But he trusted Nezu. More than he'd ever admit out loud.
Nezu smiled at the President and started.
"I did not expect you to come here personally, Madam President."
She looked at him. "You're fooling no one, Nezu. You one hundred percent knew I was coming."
Nezu laughed. "You got me."
The laughter stopped. His expression shifted.
"So. Let's get started."
The next forty minutes were war.
Not the kind fought with fists or blades. The kind fought with words, evidence, and the precise weaponization of legal frameworks.
Tsukauchi placed a tablet on the desk and played the USJ footage. All of it. Every angle. Every zone. Every moment where Akira engaged a villain.
"Villain fourteen. Low-level emitter quirk. Akira Shuzenji severed his right arm at the elbow with a flame construct. The villain was already retreating when the attack was delivered."
He swiped to the next clip.
"Villain twenty-two. Heteromorphic type. Engaged Shuzenji in the flood zone. Shuzenji dislocated both shoulders and cauterized both wounds. The villain was unconscious from the first blow. The second was unnecessary."
Clip after clip. Villain after villain. Each one a data point in a case being built brick by brick.
Honoka countered.
"Every single one of those villains entered that facility with the intent to kill children. My son acted in defence of himself and his classmates under circumstances that no fifteen-year-old should ever face. The force was proportional to the threat."
The President responded without looking at Honoka.
"Proportional force does not include dismemberment, Mrs. Shuzenji."
"It does when the alternative is dead students."
"The villains in the flood zone were low-level. Your son could have incapacitated them without-"
"He was in a war zone and made a split-second decision that kept every single student alive. If your agents were in that situation, they would have done worse. And you know it."
The President didn't react to that. She simply nodded at Tsukauchi, who pulled up the next piece of evidence.
Honoka pushed harder.
"Shuzenji Enterprises will dedicate its full legal resources to this case. Our legal team has already filed preliminary motions to challenge the jurisdiction of this investigation. Additionally, Creative Corp — the Yaoyorozu family's legal division — has offered to-"
"Financial pressure will not change the outcome of this hearing," the President interrupted. "Any attempt to leverage corporate assets to obstruct a government investigation can be classified as obstruction of justice under Article 103 of the Penal Code. Furthermore, the HPSC has the authority, under National Security Directive 7, to freeze corporate assets tied to individuals under active investigation."
Honoka's eyes widened slightly. "You wouldn't."
"I totally would."
Silence. That's all Honoka had. All she could do was throw money, and now that was useless.
Nezu stepped in.
"If I may," the rat said pleasantly, "the legal framework you're citing was designed for cases involving suspected terrorists and national security threats. Applying it to a fifteen-year-old student who defended himself during a villain attack would be an extraordinary overreach. The public backlash alone-"
"The public will see what we show them, Principal Nezu." The President turned to him. "Media management is not your department."
"No," Nezu conceded. "But public opinion is everyone's department. And the footage of a U.A. student single-handedly protecting his classmates while the teachers were incapacitated is not something you can spin into a villain narrative without consequences."
But Madam President did not back out.
"Watch me."
They went back and forth. Point for point. Counter for counter.
Nezu used logic. Madam President used authority.
It was a deadlock. Neither side was gaining ground.
Then the President changed tactics.
She leaned back in her chair and looked directly at Akira.
For the first time since the hearing began, she addressed him.
"Akira, you were at Kamikochi Village two years ago. Weren't you?"
The atmosphere shifted.
Akira didn't respond.
The President continued.
"Sasha Izumi. She was a remarkable hero. Kind. Powerful. Devoted to her community."
Akira's jaw tightened. Barely visible. But the President saw it.
"And Shino Izumi. Her husband. Also a hero. Also kind. He died trying to protect the people of that village. Trying to protect you."
Akira's hands moved to his knees. His fingers gripped the fabric of his pants.
"They both died, Akira. Because they weren't strong enough. Because the system that was supposed to protect them failed. And you were there. You watched it happen."
Honoka shot to her feet. "That is enough-"
"Sit down, Mrs. Shuzenji," the President said without looking at her. "I am speaking to the student."
Nezu placed a paw on her arm. She looked at him. He shook his head once.
She sat.
The President continued. Her eyes never left Akira.
"Is that why you fight the way you do? Is that why you cut and burn and tear? Because you watched two good people die and decided that mercy was weakness?"
Akira's knuckles went white. His nails were digging into his palms so hard that something warm started dripping between his fingers.
Blood.
Momo's words echoed somewhere in the back of his mind. "I don't give a fuck what you do to villains."
His mother's voice. "Be the shield for them."
Sasha's face. Shino's broken body.
The red flame stirred inside him. Not much. Just a pulse. A heartbeat of anger that wanted out.
But he kept his mouth shut.
He looked at the President with eyes that burned, but he said nothing.
Not a word.
The President sighed.
It wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to snap. To yell. To say something she could use. But the kid was harder to crack.
Not ideal. But she could still end this.
She turned back to Nezu.
"Principal Nezu. Given the evidence presented, the severity of injuries inflicted, the documented pattern of excessive force, and the potential threat posed by an individual with a quirk of this magnitude operating without oversight-"
She placed both hands on the desk.
"The HPSC is formally recommending that Akira Shuzenji be placed under HPSC custody for evaluation and supervised integration into a structured program suited to his capabilities."
She paused.
"Additionally, under National Security Provision 12-B, individuals whose quirks are classified as potential threats to public safety may be subject to mandatory oversight regardless of age, family status, or institutional affiliation."
She looked at Nezu.
"U.A. cannot shield him, Principal. Not from this."
The room went silent.
Nezu said nothing. His smile was gone.
National Security Provision 12-B. The law that existed specifically for situations like this. The one that overrode corporate influence, legal teams, and institutional protection.
There was no counter.
The President knew it. Nezu knew it. Honoka knew it.
Honoka's chair screeched as she stood. Her eyes were blazing green. Her fist was cocked back before anyone could react.
She swung.
BANG!!
Her fist hit something solid. An invisible wall had appeared between her and the President.
The guard behind the President hadn't moved. But his glasses glinted, and the air around his outstretched hand shimmered faintly.
"Let's not do this again, Mrs. Shuzenji," the guard said, in a bored voice.
Honoka pulled her fist back, green flames already fixing the small bruise.
Akira looked at the guard, then at the President.
Fuck this trial. I'd rather fight this woman than go with her.
Red sparks flickered between his fingers.
But before he could move, Nezu sighed loudly.
"Welp."
Everyone looked at the rat.
Nezu reached down to the floor beside his chair. He picked up a briefcase and opened it.
He pulled out three pages and placed them in front of the President.
"I did predict I would have to use this."
Everyone except Honoka and Nezu stared at the pages.
The President looked at the papers. Then at Nezu.
She didn't pick them up immediately.
Why?
Because Nezu had that smile on his face again. The one she hadn't seen since the beginning of the meeting. The one that screamed, You will not see this coming.
"Go ahead," Nezu said pleasantly. "Pick it up."
The President studied his face for a long moment. Weighing. Calculating. Trying to read the play before committing to it.
Then she picked up the pages and gave them a quick read.
Ten seconds later.
SLAM.
She slammed her hand on the table.
She glared at Nezu. The composure she had maintained since the start of the meeting was gone.
Replaced by fury.
She looked at Nezu with an intensity that could kill.
Nezu looked at her. At the expression, he had waited years to see.
Then started laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! You have no idea how long I have waited to see that expression! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He slapped the desk.
The guard behind the President tensed. Tsukauchi looked between the President and Nezu, completely lost. Honoka stared at the rat with a mixture of confusion and awe.
And Akira sat there totally lost.
What the fuck is going on?
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