Traitor Hunt

ii.

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The way Tsunotori zoomed in and out of Midoriya's face with her thumb and index finger sticking out made the green head somewhat uncomfortable.

Actually, it was really uncomfortable given his nervous nature. Please stop torturing him like this. He'd really just prefer the barbaric method over someone looking at him like he secretly ate their piece of chocolate cake last night.

"S-Say... Um, Tsunotori... Is-Is this really necessary?" Midoriya asked, a hint of red across his cheeks as a nervous smile crawled on his lips.

The girl in question stared at the green haired boy for a few seconds before abruptly turning to Monoma who was currently working as her translator — a horrible one at that.

The blonde boy replied with a smug grin, "Interrogate him further. I think he's the one."

"Wh-Wha—?"

"Why did I see you leaving the training grounds at eleven last night, hm? Shouldn't you be asleep then?" Monoma asked pettily.

"B-But I wasn't even—!"

Monoma chuckled, "You can't fool me, golden boy. The files from Nezu's office were stolen exactly five minutes before you walked out of the training grounds. And if you take a few cautious steps, you can escape Nezu's office and reach the training grounds in five minutes, avoiding all cameras."

"But I-I didn't even know—!"

"Oh ho ho? Lies now? You're laughably horrible at proving your innocence, Midoriya."

"B-But—!"

Yes, here we are, Class-1-A being interrogated by Class-1-B about a scenario they didn't even know about until a few hours earlier — they still didn't know anything about the scenario though. They just know they're being interrogated.

Some of them were just playing along or being confused while the others noticed how the questions they were being asked were actually quite relevant to the previous week. Of course, they didn't pay any attention to the unordinary happenings like sharp objects scattered around, burn marks across the walls, mysterious blood trails, unusual blackouts, people creeping around them in secret and the list goes on.

Class-1-A really thought it was just a normal week...

"So, where were you yesterday night at ten?" Awase asked, a notebook and a pen in hand.

"I was busy admiring the beauty that is moi~!" Aoyama replied with no hesitation.

"Not very convincing..."

"Are you denying my sparkle, mon ami?"

"Uh... What sparkle?"

Aoyama gasped with a hand on his chest, "Blasphème!"

The interrogation continued until the next hour or so with Bakugou miraculously managing to keep his temper in control for the time being — first he was thrown in team fucking green, then he had to be Deku's teammate with Shitty Hair and that fake French idiot and now he's being accused of stealing some shady ass documents from Nezu's office by this random Class-1-B extra and there's a whole week of this bullshit he had to deal with...