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21. Unanswered Questions

"So they just left you there, without even saying anything?" Said the officer who had introduced himself as Tsukauchi.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it." You nodded. You took a shaky breath, then scratched an itch that wasn't there. "When can I go? I feel like I'm going to collapse any second if I don't get some sleep."

"Soon, we just gave a few more questions to ask you." The man said good naturedly. "One thing you haven't told us is why you were on the scene in the first place. What brought you there?"

"Well... it was Shoto Todoroki." You didn't think there was any reason to lie on that point. "I saw him and his friends acting strangely in a clothing store. I talked to Shoto and he didn't want to tell me what was going on." You rubbed your bruised neck. "He's the brother of one of my friends and I just wanted to make sure he was okay. So I followed them. That's when everything happened."

The officer asked several more questions. About what you witnessed during the battle, and anything you had noticed during the time you spent with the league of villains. You were exhausted when you finally were able to walk out of the interrogation room. Natsuo was napping on a couch in the entry room. The poor boy had been through a stressful night. First catching up with Shoto and making sure he was okay. And then insisting on waiting for you while you finished the interrogation so he could drive you home. You felt guilty, lying to him, and lying to everyone about what really happened. But the thought of betraying Tomura and your friends was unbearable.

"Natsuo?" You nudged him and he opened a sleepy eye. "You good?"

"Yeah, are you okay? Ready to go home?" He asked groggily.

"Yeah, I am." You nodded.

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Shota Aizawa stood behind the thick layer of glass in the interrogation room that allowed him to see you but not the other way around. He wished that he could retreat back into the warm cocoon of his sleeping bag and finally rest. But there was no rest that night, Thanks to his meddling students. The pro hero had recognized your name almost immediately. The memory of his old friend and classmate who always seemed to be followed by a small child that resembled you, suddenly came back.

The sleepy black haired man felt ashamed he hadn't looked for you sooner. He knew Shirakumo hadn't asked him or anyone else to look out for you if something happened, the boy had always assumed he'd be there, that he wouldn't have died the way he did. And now there you were, getting questioned after being kidnapped by the league of villains. Deep down Aizawa knew he had failed, failed you and his old friend. And because of his mistakes, how had you turned out?

Aizawa was ready to clear you of all suspicion, but something didn't sit right. Maybe it was the way your eyes darted around the room like a trapped animal. Maybe it was the anxious fidgeting, the rubbing or scratching of the neck that reminded him dreadfully of someone else. There was something off about you and the situation. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't clear you of suspicion, not yet.

"What do you think, Eraserhead?" Tsukauchi asked, as he had just returned from the interrogation and closed the door behind him.

"I'm not sure yet." Aizawa said gruffly.

"Y/n L/n, daughter of Daichi L/n and Aiko L/n. Daichi L/n, a pro hero, deceased. Aiko L/n, formerly Aiko Shirakumo, a retired pro hero who just woke up from a coma a few months ago. This is all very... convenient."

"Convenient?"

"Yes, well, her family seems to be full of pros as well as your old friend, her uncle Oboro Shirakumo." Tsukauchi paused to gauge Aizawa's reaction. When no reaction was forthcoming he continued. "If not for Y/n L/n being quirkless she probably would have been inspired or pressured into being a pro hero too."