"I umm was assaulted?"

"Obviously." Aizawa sensei gave me a 'no shit' look, "Details Hasanai. I can't help you unless you tell me."

"This morning?" I scrunched up my faced in a slightly overwhelmed, confused manner.

Great job Kyana, way to sound convincing.

"You don't sound too sure there kid," Mic said pointedly, moving his hand waaay too close for comfort as he gestured to my face. "The blood on those cuts and that lip there had time to dry."

Aizawa gave me a flat stare as my fingers fidgeted nervously. I gave a light nod to confirm, looking at my hands as they twiddled on the desk surface.

"Hmph." He definitely didn't sound like he believed that.

God this is awkward.

"Where were you assaulted at listner?" Mic added in.

This feels like an interrogation. These two would make a perfect good cop, bad cop.

"Outside of my house." I was able to rasp out a little more confidently.

I mean… it technically wasn't a lie. Aizawa sensei straightened up from his hunched down pose and leaned against the desk behind him, bringing his hand to his chin as if he was thinking.

"If I remember correctly from your file," He paused as if he was reviewing the file in his mind, "Yokohama. Near Kamino ward?"

"Kamino ward?" Present Mic looked a little surprised, "That's quite a ways for you to travel every day."

"It's cheaper living… and this is one of the better schools." I shrugged my shoulders.

This was also technically true.

"Did you recognize your attacker? If not, would you be able to identify them?" Aizawa ignored Mic's comment completely, focused only on my responses to his questions.

Gotta give them something believable here Kyana

"No…" I took a moment to clear my messed-up throat, "A guy, umm dark clothes. It kind of just happened so fast, I got overwhelmed."

No need to even lie for that one. If anything, it's an understatement.

"Did he say anything to you at all? Do you have any idea why you were attacked?"

"No…" Think Kyana, think of something believable, "He just seemed angry, told me that I was weak, that I wasn't… wanted by anyone."

Mic frowned again slightly while Aizawa only grunted in response. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. This was the epitome of awkward. It was like the feeling you might get when a shop owner accuses you of stealing food but can't prove it and the cops let you go. You technically are free, but deep down you and the owner both know your guilty. That's exactly how I felt. Guilty. Even though the answers I was now giving were technically true… I still felt bad for not being able to tell them the whole truth. They only wanted to help, and I couldn't even let them.

"Well he's wrong." Mic gave me a pointed look, "I hope you don't actually believe that. It takes a lot of strength for a victim of an attack to be able to talk about…"

"I'm not a victim!" I snapped, cutting him off.

With my voice sounding raspy and thin, it came out more like a weak protest. And I hated it. I was no victim. Did I ask to be beaten? Well that was partially my fault. I knew what I should and shouldn't say around Tomura and I screwed up on that end. I wasn't carrying my weight. Tomura was right. But a victim is weak, will always be weak, needs saving. I don't need saving. I'm okay. I've always been okay.

Aizawa sensei and Present Mic shot each other a look. It was a very brief shared expression, but I could see it as I glared up at him.

"Hey," Mic held up his hands in a form of surrender, "I didn't mean to upset you Hasanai. I apologize. I just meant that when someone goes through an upsetting situation, it can kinda be hard to talk about ya dig? It takes a lot of strength to talk about something most might not consider their strongest moment."

I looked back down. I didn't bother to respond, feeling bad for snapping at him when he was only trying to be supportive.

Why does he have to try and be nice. I'm lying to his face.

"Have you reported this to the authorities?" Aizawa continued.

"No sir." My eyes focused back on my hands.

"Obviously, you haven't sought any medical attention, or you wouldn't be in class." He motioned for me to stand and follow.

"Sensei?"

"You're going to Recovery Girl. You need to be examined by a nurse at the minimum, those marks alone look serious enough just from what I can see. I'm assuming there's injuries we can't see?"

"Yes sensei." I looked back down, feeling ashamed of the results of my failure.

If I wasn't such a disappointment to Tomura this wouldn't have happened.

Aizawa motioned again for me to stand. I felt the pit that was in my stomach continuing to grow at an alarming rate as I stood to follow.

If I thought the mini interrogation in the classroom was awkward. This took the cake. Aizawa sensei stayed a few steps in front of me, while Present Mic walked beside me. I remained silent while Mic was filled with enthusiasm as he talked about his amazement with the 1-A student's potential, and his thoughts on my performance at the entrance exam. His hands seemed to move at their own volition, gesturing in many poses to help express his words, occasionally settling on one of my shoulders. I flinched the first couple of times, not expecting him to touch me. If he noticed, he didn't show it. But strangely, his hand on my shoulder wasn't completely unwelcomed. He seemed pretty friendly. A little too energetic, but friendly.

Has he even stopped talking for a second since we left the room?

The door too Recovery Girl's office opened as we approached it, the old woman appearing to be leaving as she noticed us.

I don't really care for old people, but she's kinda so small it's adorable.

"Eraser," Her eyes narrowed at me as we stopped at the door, "School hasn't even begun yet, and you send me another student. Day two, and this is the second student you send to me. I'm not a miracle worker dearie, this better not be a habit. Especially for that green haired boy."

"Hasanai says she was assaulted… this morning." Aizawa paused, as if hinting that he didn't believe that exact statement.

"I can see that." Recovery Girl nodded while looking up at me, "Well come in dearie, you know where the bed is. Sit down and have me take a look at you.e

"I've gotta get ready for my first class Eraser! Keep me up ta speed will ya." Mic pointed a finger gun at Aizawa's chest while giving a sloppy side grin.

Aizawa only grumbled in response. I felt out of place as I left them in the door way, following Recovery Girl to the same hospital cot I had been in only weeks prior.

"Recovery Girl," He grunted not coming in, "You got her for a moment?"

"Of course dearie, I know your busy." She motioned him away with her hand.

"I'm going to make a brief call to Tsukauchi. I'd rather him deal with anything regarding the students."

No.

"Hasanai." I looked at Aizawa sensei as dread spread over me.

I knew that name. Everyone in the underground had heard of that name.

Shit. No… I'm screwed.

"Sensei?" I tried to ignore my internal panic.

"Is your guardian obtainable by phone?"

Double shit.

"Umm, I… I believe so sir."

He nodded his head before leaving me alone with Recovery Girl. I sat like a ragdoll, letting Recovery Girl examine my face. Removing my clothes when requested in an almost remote like state, physically feeling numb as I continued to stare at the now closed door. Dread over came me in a way it never has before.

The mission is over. I'm caught.