The Commission's Game

Fatigue

Kaminari was playing video games in his room with Mineta. The blonde was on his bed, leaning over the side to get closer to the television, and praying that the leaning position would make his car go faster. 

It didn't. And Mineta won the second round. Mineta jumped out the rolly chair, which was scooted from the desk and next to the bed. 

"Yes! I beat you again!" Bellowed Mineta in his signature nasally voice. 

"NO!" Kaminari threw his controller on the bed, making it bounce off the sheets. He was angry at his unusually bad skills today. Usually he kills in Mario-Kart. But today just seemed…

Off…

Kaminari shook off the feeling. "Best thirteen out of twenty-seven?" He asked hopefully, slowly scooping up his controller once more. 

Mineta sighed, hoping back on the chair and leaning backwards once more. "One more round." 

They fell into the grips of another fifteen races before passing out then and there. 

By the time the next day came, Kaminari and Mineta were passed out in their seats, barely making it to school on time. Midoriya came in with a couple plasters on his arm and a butterfly bandage on his forehead. When he collapsed after training, he accidentally hit his head on the concrete, scratching his arms and head in the process. He was less than enthusiastic to know the UA security cameras caught the whole scenario on tape only to find a cat emerging from the bushes. 

Iida was cleaning his glasses when Aizawa walked through the door. He seemed exhausted….well more so than usual. 

He made his way to the podium and sighed. "So…" 

The class's quiet chatter died down slowly. Kirishimia leaned forward in his seat to smack Kaminari's back, effectively scaring the blonde awake. 

Sero leaned across the isle to tap Mineta awake as well. The subject Aizawa was about to say seemed serious, so all students had to be awake and comprehending. 

"Since there has been a rumor about a traitor in UA, the Commission has decided to take matters into their own hands. They have unanimously decided to split the first year students up into groups and house each of them, interrogating all possible suspects. However, they also want to use this as a learning experience for the rest of the students." Aizawa leaned his weight forward on the podium, rubbing above his eyebrows with his hand. "To be put bluntly, they are forcing Nezu to hand over some UA students--beginning with the 'most likely' suspects and ending with the ones that are 'least likely'--and also training them so they don't fall behind on studies." 

There was a deafening silence that followed Aizawa's announcement. 

Slowly, Mina raised her hand. 

"Yes?" Aizawa prodded without even seeing who raised their hand. He needed ibuprofen, more coffee, and a pay raise. 

"Uhm...so when are they planning on doing this?" She said, stuttering slightly before moving on. 

"Next week is the first group. And I've been informed that nearly everything will be documented." Aizawa lowered his voice, "Much to our disapproval." 

So like a reality TV show! Thought Aoyama. Magnifique! 

"Anyways they're coming tomorrow to list off the first group of individuals. Said individuals will begin packing after the announcement. Everyone is excused from classes next Thursday and Friday, which allows over thirty-six hours of seeing each other before the selected leave." 

The class was silently taking in the news. They were in complete and utter mental disarray.

"You all can have a free period. Clearly it would be illogical to teach since you all are experiencing shock." 

Aizawa moved over to his desk, sitting down and laying his head and arms on the scattered papers. He closed his eyes, trying to rest his pounding head.