"Oh no. I just killed Tokoyami." Those words reverberating in her head, Momo suddenly felt her heart start to race and was having trouble breathing. She could feel the stares of everyone around her. Friends. Classmates. Teachers. Strangers. It was all closing in on her, not sure what to do.

Momo started to lift her head when suddenly a coat was thrown over her. "Don't look up, just let us help you out of here." The words were spoken by a familiar voice, but not one that was so kind. She could feel herself being lifted up on either side, one the hard outline of Cementoss and the other the speaker. Momo couldn't remember her name right now.

The three headed off towards the entry to the field. As they walked, Momo tried to turn to look back at Tokoyami, the angle available, but that familiar voice covered her eyes. "Don't look. Just stay walking. And try to stabilize your breathing. I know it's hard, but don't worry. We're here for you."

They had managed to enter a tunnel when one of the staff arrived with a wheelchair. Momo was quickly deposited into it, the coat still over her head, and she was pushed further in. Cementoss traded off his spot with Snipe, who took over pushing the wheelchair while that familiar voice kept talking to her, reassuring her.

Professor Camille. That's who the voice was. And she was directing Snipe that they were taking her to the Support department. Snipe was arguing, but Professor Camille insisted.

"I killed Tokoyami. Do I deserve to be here? Do I deserve to be a hero?"

Momo's thoughts kept circling in her head even as they continued to move into the building. Momo found herself in Power Loader's lab, where Professor Camille was hooking her arm up to the computers again. Snipe was at the door and on the phone, talking to someone. She watched the practiced actions as she was hooked up and data started to stream across the computer. Camille was going through it as Snipe came over. "How are you feeling?"

Momo just looked up at Snipe. She thought she would be crying, isn't that what people do when someone dies? Or is that only if they aren't responsible. "I killed Tokoyami, Snipe-sensei. I killed a classmate."

Snipe put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her when Camille spoke sharply. "We don't know what happened. Do NOT blame yourself for this, Yaoyorozu. Not until we found out what happened."

Momo stared at the professor. The words she said didn't make any sense. "But I did kill him. Look." She brought up her arm to show the barrel when Snipe suddenly grabbed it and pointed it towards the ceiling.

"Let's not point that hand at anyone else just yet, okay?"

Momo chuckled, but not at a joke. "See? Even Snipe acknowledges that I'm dangerous. I'm a murderer. I came to a hero school to become a hero and I became a murderer."

The door to the support room opened. Momo turned, expecting who? The police? Principal Nezu? All Might? She didn't know who she expected but it wasn't one of the first aid staff. "Recovery Girl sent me. How's she doing?"

Professor Camille glanced briefly, "If you're going to give her a sedative, do it quickly. Her vitals are throwing off my instruments." That voice was the voice that Momo was expecting. Terse and to the point.

The first aid technician came over and injected something into Momo's arm, she could feel herself start to drift off, collapsing into the chair.

When Momo came to, she was still in Power Loader's lab. At this point a few extras had joined the room, including Power Loader, Principal Nezu, and Hatsume. Snipe had left it seems. Nezu and Camille seemed to be talking, but she still wasn't coherent enough to make out what they were saying. Hatsume, realizing she was starting to move, pointed out that she was coming around and everyone turned to her.

The first to speak was the Principal, "How are you feeling, Yaoyorozu?"

Feeling? "I don't feel anything right now." Why wasn't she feeling anything? Why wasn't she sad or angry or hurt?

"Yaoyorozu, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that."

"Of course, Principal Nezu."

He met her gaze as he spoke, keeping her focused on him. "First off, Tokoyami isn't dead. He's still recovering from the wound, but he's not dead. You are not a murderer, Yaoyorozu. Do you understand?"

Momo took the time to comprehend the words he was saying. "Tokoyami is alive. Oh thank god he's alive." She was grateful that he had survived. But she still felt empty. She knew this was great news, but it was like she was blocked off from it. "But I still shot him."

Nezu continued, "Professor Camille went through the logs on your arm. What happened was not your fault. It was an accident, one caused by the arm itself. She can explain it in more detail later, but you did not shoot Tokoyami, the prototype prosthetic did. That's why we had to remove it."

Momo looked down at her left stump. She hadn't even realized it was gone. "But how can that be? It's just a tool. I didn't know it could become a gun but I'm clearly the one who fired it."

Before Nezu could answer, Professor Camille jumped into the conversation. "No, the arm clearly fired itself. I'm still trying to make heads or tails of why or even how it fired. I think it has to do with a bug in the adaptation matrix or the neural cartography programming. What can be clearly and logically defined is that it was not you yourself who fired the 'weapon'. In fact if you were to accuse anyone of firing it, it would be the designers and engineers who manufactured the arm, which includes myself. So if you are going to accuse anyone, accuse me."

Momo's eyes floated from Camille, back to Nezu, to Power Loader, and then to Hatsume. She only understood a bit of what she was saying, but she still couldn't believe she wasn't responsible in some form. But they seemed determined to convince her otherwise. "So what happens now?" She still couldn't feel anything, so better to find out what her future held.

Nezu and Power Loader shared a look while Camille went back to examining the data. "Presently Tokoyami and his parents are talking to the police. There will of course be an investigation into this matter. We've contacted your parents and your mother will be arriving soon, she said. We're holding off the police to interview you until she arrives, as you are a minor. While we fully intend to cooperate with the investigation, we still have a duty to protect our students. Especially when they are innocent." He lingered on that last part a moment. "Professor Camille will stay working on your prosthetic to find out exactly what happened. Do you have any questions?"

Momo shook her head no. "Is there any way I can be alone for a while?"

Camille interrupted again, "Rather than continuing to mope, go see Recovery Girl. I believe she has an MRI? That would better aid in proving your innocence."

"Professor Camille!" Nezu admonished the brown haired woman, prepared to lecture her.

"No, she's probably right. Let's go see Recovery Girl." Momo started to stand but Power Loader put a hand on her shoulder, keeping her seated in the wheelchair.

Nezu, "Snipe is standing outside, he can take you up there while I help out Camille. I should get back."

Power Loader pushed her to the door where she was transferred to Snipe's care. Principal Nezu walked with the two a short ways before veering off. Snipe let her know that Tokoyami had already been transferred to another hospital for follow-up, so he wouldn't be there.

Arriving at Recovery Girl's office she was wheeled in and saw Midoriya in one of the beds, apparently recovering. Both of his arms were visible and fully bandaged. He tried to get up when they came in, "Yaoyorozu, how-OW!"

Recovery Girl's small statured form turned to Midoriya and bonked him on the head with her cane. "Stop doing that! You just got out of surgery, young man."

Momo cast an inquisitive glance at him, welcoming a distraction from her thoughts. "My arms? I went up against Todoroki and kinda pushed myself a bit too far. Hehe."

"He seems a bit down. I should try to cheer him up as the class representative." Momo tried to take control of the wheelchair, but having only one hand realized she needed to rely on Snipes. Seeing what she was trying, he went ahead and pushed her over to Midoriya's bedside then went to speak to Recovery Girl.

"You know two broken arms isn't 'pushing yourself'. And I think I've become somewhat of an expert on arm related issues since starting here." She nodded towards her own impairment, leaving Midoriya confused on how to respond.

"Um, was that a joke? I'm not sure how to respond." Momo watched him unfeeling as he kept trying to figure out what to say. "Okay, I'm sorry for not laughing. Or at least I think I should have laughed. I guess…...I'm just not very handy at jokes? Hehe?"

A small laugh finally escaped Momo's unchanging face. "That was terrible, Midoriya. And thank you."

Not sure what to be thankful for, he found it when Recovery Girl interrupted them. "Okay, so let's go take a look at you, Yaoyorozu. I think Midoriya can hopefully avoid getting even further injured for a few minutes. Right?"

"YES MA'AM!" He announced, trying to sit up again. Recovery Girl just shook her head and sighed, Snipe pushing Momo behind her.

"How exactly does the school afford it's own MRI machine anyway?" Momo wondered aloud as the test was finished and she was being escorted back to Recovery Girl's office.

"You might as well ask how we afford giant robots for our tests or any of the other money sinks in this school. Principal Nezu is probably the only one who could give an answer to that. Gotta say it's useful though."

Entering the room, Recovery Girl offered to have her transferred to a vacant bed which Momo declined for now. Midoriya had been excused during the test to go back and watch the other matches and Momo wanted to stay as mobile as possible. Recovery Girl had just fixed the two some tea when her mother arrived. She went up to her daughter, worry clearly apparent on her face. "I've spoken with Principal Nezu about what happened. How are you doing?"

Momo looked up at her mother. She knew she would understand. "I'm fine. I think this has made things clear for me finally."

"What do you mean, Momo?"

"I'm not cut out for this. I just keep screwing up. I think I need to change schools, find a different career. Even you admitted there was some promise in the idea Midoriya and I were working on. And even if it doesn't work out there are other career options I can explore. I just-"

The room resonated with the slap Momoka administered to Momo's left cheek, leaving it red. Recovery Girl turned towards the sound, about to get out of her chair. Momo's face had turned at the slap, and she brought her gaze back to her mother, anger in her eyes. "Why did you do that!?"

"I did that because I didn't raise my daughter to be this weak."

"Weak? I lost my arm! I shot my friend! What makes you think I belong here?"

"I think you belong here because of all the effort you put in. You're the one who studied like hell in middle school. You're the one who spent hours training her Quirk to make it more useful. You're the one who wanted to be trained in how to defend yourself. You're the one who stood up to her father when he was against you even trying to enter U.A. What makes you think you don't deserve to be here?"

"I just told you! I keep failing!"

"So what? A couple setbacks? You don't think I have to worry about those everyday? You don't think you would in the real world? It doesn't matter what you decide to do. You can always fail. You don't just mope about like this, you find out what you did wrong and you make sure you don't do it next time."

"So I'm just supposed to forgive myself for shooting Tokoyami? Forgive myself for being a murderer?"

"From what I'm told you didn't shoot him. And when you found out he had been shot, you were upset. Does that sound like a murderer to you?"

"And what about Yavin Academy? Was that just a mistake too?"

"We both know that wasn't your fault. Don't tell me you still worry about it?"

"How can I not? My best friend died that day!"

"She wasn't your best friend. And she's the one that-"

The argument was suddenly interrupted by Principal Nezu opening the door to the room. "Good day, Ms. Yaoyorozu. I see you and your daughter both have a wonderful and healthy set of lungs."

The two both turned red, embarrassed by their actions. Momo also realized something else. She was angry. Very angry. It almost felt comforting compared to how she felt earlier.

Momoka turned to Nezu and bowed, "I'm very sorry for our actions. I hope you can forgive us."

Nezu smiled, "Of course. And you can make it up by keeping a bit quieter. We are a school after all."

"Of course."

"Good, now that that's settled, the police would like an opportunity to interview you two. How long until you're ready?"

Momoka and Momo found themselves riding back home after the interviews. The questioning was about as standard as expected. The Tokoyami's were very understanding that this was an accident, though very concerned about how such an accident could occur. In the end the police said Momo could go home though they would be in contact if anything else came up.

There was still a tension between the mother and daughter. As they were leaving Momo requested a form for dismissal from the school despite her mother's protests. She did promise to give it a couple days before making a decision. Upon arrival at the mansion Momo ignored her mother's requests to talk to her and went to her room to consider her next course of action.

Eventually some of her friends called while Momo was making a list of possible choices instead of U.A. She ignored the calls and messages sent her way, eventually setting her phone to silent. She didn't need the distraction right now, she had an important decision to make. Even later she was told that Setsuna and Kyoka had arrived to see her, but she told them to send her friends away. She had no right to their company right now anyway.

Her mother came and tried to talk to her again before bedtime. Momo thought to turn her away too, but instead invited her inside. "If you've come to convince me to stay at U.A., I'd ask that you please understand my position."

Momoka took a seat in one of the chairs in the room. "At first yes, but honestly Momo I came to apologize to you."

Momo was caught off guard by her mother's declaration. "So you understand what I'm trying to say finally?"

"No, I don't. I'm apologizing for slapping you and for trying to make you do something you don't want to do. Momo, if you want to drop out of U.A., I'm honestly fine with that as long as it's your decision being made. I just want you to be sure it's the right decision."

Momo paused and looked at the withdrawal form. She hadn't even started filling it out yet. "I know that it's the right decision. But I'm not sure what I feel. I really am not sure I'm feeling anything right now. I just know that I can't stay in U.A. anymore. I mean, I've always had doubts about my decision to be a hero, but this is different. I'm not sure what it is."

Momoka listened to what her daughter said, letting her finish until she couldn't get the words out. She finally stood up and went to embrace her. "If this is what you decide, so be it. But understand you don't have to make this decision alone. You have your father and I you can talk to, your friends at school. Even the counselor. If you like I can get you in for an extra session this week."

Momo lightly laughed, "Please no more counselor. Doing what the school expects is enough."

"Fine. But sleep on it at least tonight. We can talk more again tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay, mother. Pleasant dreams."

"You too."

Principal Nezu was about to leave U.A. for the day, much later than he would have preferred. After everything that had happened it was stressful, though getting a call from Camille and Power Loader was even worse. He went down to Power Loader's lab, wondering what discovery they had made.

"Principal Nezu," Power Loader began as he came in. "I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but I think you would want to know about this."

Professor Camille had turned the screen towards him, showing what looked to be the arms programming. Nezu was smart, but he couldn't read computer script like they could. "So what are you trying to show me?"

"This right here is the logs from when the arm started to change." Camille pointed to the screen as she explained. "Right here are instructions to activate an executable file programmed into the arm, something called . However later on there was another command that deleted the executable file."

"Are you saying that this was planned?"

"Maybe? We can't be sure since we don't know for certain what the executable program for sure was. But what we can tell is that after it was activated the neural interface shot up over 3.000. We can also tell that a bridge was created between the neural interface and the equipment database which wasn't there before. It tried to delete itself but the traces are still there."

"But what purpose would this serve? There was no way to know who Yaoyorozu would be facing in later matches, and this sounds like it must have been done before she received it."

Power Loader and Camille exchanged glances before the former spoke up. "Well, about that. It's possible that it was somehow uploaded over a network. When Hatsume programmed it she was complaining about the security of the prosthetic's wireless systems interfering with her database programming and calling it useless against a real computer hacker type."

Nezu gave it a moment of thought. "Keep looking into things here and let me know what you find out. We want to know as much as we can about what happened and how. Do you think we should worry about any other computers?"

"Not from this program, it was very specifically targeted to affect the prosthetic."

"All right, keep me updated." With that Nezu went home for the evening, contacting the other teachers for an early morning meeting.