A/N: Hello everyone, and here we are with a companion fic to 'Flight of the Dragonfly'!

I'd like to let you all know though, that this wasn't exactly something I was planning on doing outright. It took a little bit of consideration and thought, and a little output from you readers. In fact, for this chapter alone I credit the idea to one of my readers — Squared — who brought the concept up on chapter 61 on AO3! I thank you again for the idea!

[Mirai Sasaki Expresses His Suspicions]

Sometime before Chapter 67…

Mirai steadied his gaze and examined the gathered individuals within Briefing Room 03, located within headquarters of the Hero Public Safety Commission. As per his request, a meeting — filed as classified and of the utmost urgency — had been set up with representatives from UA, the Police Force, and the Commission itself.

The first to meet his gaze was the beige-haired Yokumiru Mera, representative of the HPSC. He claimed that his sleep deprivation was an outcome of being overworked, the Commission being as understaffed as it was. Of course, Mirai knew better.

A heavy onset of work was only partially responsible for the man's tiredness. The other reason for it revolved around the more illicit activities of the HPSC. That is, the countless number of undercover ops and experimental projects that took place within the underbelly of the organization. Not that Mirai would say anything of the sort.

The second individual that caught his attention was that goddamned rodent. Nezu, self proclaimed smartest being in the room and the current principal of the most prestigious heroics school in the country, was sitting in his seat drinking from a cup of matcha green tea.

It was true that Mirai respected Nezu for his achievements, but that wasn't enough to keep Mirai's suspicions at bay. Nezu would always be a manipulative and scheming creature, and the aura of pure smugness that he was projecting wasn't helping his case.

The police duo came into Mirai's view next; both individuals had been chosen for both their jurisdiction and experience at the problem at hand.

Naomasa Tsukauchi was an added bonus to that. He had worked with the man before, and his quirk allowing him to detect lies came in handy more than once in the field. With him present, all of Mirai's words would come out as true — a simple boon to ensure that his words and competency weren't put into question.

The second of the two, Monika Kaniyashiki, mattered less. She was an effective cop, sure, but average at best. It was her willingness to break the rules and use her quirk on the job that made her as known as she was. Otherwise, her presence was mostly supplement to Tsukauchi's.

Mirari looked at the clock. Two minutes until Mera would complete the initial bout paperwork and the meeting began in earnest. And so Mirai sat in wait.

Mirai shifted in his wheelchair. His newly acquired prosthetic arm clattered against the metal of the chair, reminding him yet again of the limb that he had lost. For a moment he reminisced over the loss, but almost immediately it was gone.

Mirai was in all honestly okay with it; okay with the fact that he was missing a part of himself, and that he was very likely to be stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

After all, it had been less than a week ago that he had collected his new arm from that eccentric pink-haired inventor from U.A. He was grateful for having full motor control of both of his arms again. Nevermind the many added capabilities of the arm — the mere fact that he now beared the same craftsmanship that All Might saw privy to wear made the effort worth it.

And to top it all off, he still had his quirk. He hadn't lost it in that fight with Chisaki, and thus he could still contribute to the benefit of society, uncovering hidden foes and keeping the public safe.

Finally, Mera yawned, putting his pen down and straightening out the pile of papers in front of him. "Nighteye," he yawned again, "to what do we owe the pleasure of today's meeting?"

"Thank you all for coming today," Mirai said. He moved his wheelchair forward and rested his arms on the flat of the table. "I've requested this meeting to share with you all a theory of mine."

"A theory?" Mera exasperated. "You called me out for," another yawn, "for something you aren't even sure of?"

"Let me rephrase that," Mirai said. "I meant to say that I have circumstantial proof that—"

"Circumstantial?" Mera interrupted. "That doesn't sound much too different than what you were previously saying. I don't like my time being wasted Nighteye; I barely have enough as it is."

"I think that we should at the very least hear him out," Nezu said after taking a sip of his tea. "Even if a theory it may be, whatever has Sasaki here worried must be of some importance to call all of us here, no?"

"Thank you Nezu," Mirai said through clenched teeth. He turned his gaze towards Mera. "If I may?"

Mera sighed, but eventually gave the nod to continue.

Mirai nodded back. With the flick of his wrist he brought out a remote and pressed a button, activating the large monitor behind him. "As I was saying before, today I'm going to share with you all why I personally believe that Izuku Midoriya, student of U.A. high school, is a villain."

"What?!" exclaimed one of the officers — Kaniyashiki — Mirai mentally corrected.

"Midoriya a villain?!" She continued. "No way!"

Nezu leaned forward in his seat with an amused smirk. Despite Mirai's bold proclamation, the mouse continued to carry an air of carelessness, if not unbridled glee. "You mean to say that you're accusing one of my students as being a villain?"

"Or vigilante," Mirai added, mostly as an afterthought. "But most of my hypotheses and evidence point more towards the former."

"Hmph." Nezu sank back in his seat. Once he was settled, he poured himself another cup of tea. "Then let's hear it then, Sasaki. Tell me your thoughts regarding Midoriya."

"And those," Mirai said, "are the ninety-three reasons why I suspect Izuku Midoriya to be a villain."

"Or a vigilante!" Kaniyashiki exclaimed, shooting out of her seat.

Mirai narrowed his eyes. Kaniyashiki lowered back down.

"Or a vigilante," he reluctantly added.

With the presentation over, Mirai finally set both of his arms down. Though, in all truth he was lowering only one arm. In said arm he held his other arm; the metal prosthetic had been detached from its usual resting place and had been used as a pointer for the past hour and a half.

With a simple movement and a hiss of air the arm was back in its socket, almost as if Mirai hadn't been gesturing with a dismembered limb for the entire presentation.

With that, Mirai crossed his arms and looked out to his audience. "Well?"

The four gathered individuals looked at one another, their eyes meeting, almost as if speaking in some secret language. Mirai watched on in morbid curiosity, wondering just what was going through their minds.

After all, how would he have felt if he hadn't seen the evidence himself? How surprising would it be to learn that a mere child had committed such acts of violence?

How would he feel to learn that one of his own students had been a wolf in sheep's clothing, hiding amongst the rest of his students for the better part of a year, always in a prime position to strike out?

How many children had been in constant danger due to many people's negligence?

Mera, because of course it would be, finally cleared his throat. "Nighteye, what you told us is rather… disturbing. Dangerous, even.

"I'm glad that you think so," Mirai said, a slight smile coming to his face.

"Yes," Mera continued after a yawn. "As is, if you wouldn't mind, could you step outside for a bit? We'd like to talk about this newfound revelation, and the next steps that we will take to combat it."

"Outside?" Mirai uttered. "Even though I was the one to have brought this to your attention?"

"You said it yourself, this information is rather sensitive, ain't it?" Nezu said.

Mirai hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I suppose that I understand. When will we reconvene?"

"Eh… give or take ten minutes," Nezu said. "That should be long enough to cover all our bases."

"Of course," Mirai said, making his way towards the door. "Until then."

"So…" Tsukauchi muttered as the door to the room closed.

"First things first," Mera yawned. "Was Nighteye telling the truth? He wasn't making any of this up?"

"Well," Tsukauchi bobbed his head from side to side, "he is telling the truth. Or at least what he perceives the truth to be."

"So he's really figured it out," Mera said.

"Figured it out? He said that Midoriya was a villain!" Kaniyashiki countered. "That's, like, literally the opposite of what he is!"

"But he doesn't know that," Mera interjected, a yawn following suit. "He isn't privy on Midoriya's profile like we are. He doesn't know of the agreement Midoriya's made with us."

"Nevermind that," Nezu interrupted. "There are some other things in the briefing that piqued my interest that I'd like to go over now."

Mera turned an eye towards the resident rodent. "Nezu. I don't want to get sidetracked here."

Nezu ignored the man and turned to Tsukauchi. "What did your quirk say in that part about that part about the maggots?"

"Umm…" Tsukauchi rubbed the back of his head. "Apparently, Nighteye did see glimpses of Midoriya placing maggots in someone's eyes. Or thought that he saw that, at the very least."

"Did he now?" Nezu said, his paw rubbing the underside of his chin.

"Yeah, but Midoriya hasn't done anything like that!" Kaniyashiki said.

"True, but not quite," Mera said, relinquishing the fact that they were straying off topic. "There was that Sludge Villain awhile back. Midoriya's responsible for the man not having eyes. Hornet stings, apparently."

"Eh," Nezu waved Mera off. "That villain was responsible for countless injuries and at least two previous deaths in the five years he was active. And what Midoriya did was an act of self defense."

"Semantics," Mera said. "Fine then. Back…" a yawn. "Back to the other topic at hand. Nighteye's come across secretive info on Izuku Midoriya."

"I do give him points for those parts he did get right," Kaniyashiki said. "Like that part about the cloak and Eraser. Priceless!"

"Right," Mera said. "Point is, he came across the info. So the question is, should we tell him?"

"I personally wouldn't," Nezu said after taking a sip of his tea.

"And why's that?" Mera asked.

"Midoriya wouldn't want us to, is all."

"And you know this how?"

Nezu smirked. "The two of them had a confrontation on UA grounds not too long ago about this very same thing. Midoriya refrained from telling Sasaki anything. He went out of his way to do so, even."

Mera blinked. "That isn't even a reason—"

"Of course it is!" Nezu cheered. "Besides, he's my student. His well being is my priority and under my jurisdiction, is it not? The Commission controls his use and participation in your heroic schemes. As such, I can dictate who's to know about his situation as long they aren't directly part of the Commission. Correct?"

Mera sighed. "Correct. I'm assuming that you want to place a restriction on who Nighteye can talk to this about?"

"Yes, of course. But anyways, Nezu continued, "I want the notes Sasaki had compiled for this nifty little presentation here.

"Nezu," Mera yawned, "can we go over this part of the situation lat—"

"But I want the notes," Nezu interjected. "Professional curiosity and all. Midoriya is one of my students, is he not? It regards his well being."

Mera rubbed a hand over his face. "Fine. Take them, I don't care. But since we are talking about the notes, I will say that they do worry me."

"Midoriya's a sweetheart!" Kaniyashiki said. "He wouldn't do those things on purpose. Tsukauchi already verified that. It's obvious that Nighteye is seeing what he wants to see."

"But Nighteye still saw something that has come into question," Mera said. "The implications that this kid has a way to block, or at least interfere with Nighteye's quirk… I want to send somebody to check on Midoriya. Do a quick evaluation."

Mera sent a glare towards Nezu. "I hope that you're fine with that?"

Nezu smiled. "I don't see why not."

"Good," Mera said. "Let's call him back in so we can finish up sooner. My break's coming up."

"We can talk more after the fact," Mera said before anybody could interject.

Mirai wandered around the general vicinity of Briefing Room 03, waiting to be called back in. There was a messenger in his wheelchair that was supposed to notify him when he was to come back, so he didn't feel the need to sit still in one place.

As it turned out, that seemed to be the right decision. After all, having a chance to speak with Edgeshot of all people would do wonders to spreading the word. Out of anyone, he probably best deserved to know about Midoriya next.

"Edgeshot," Mirari greeted as he approached the man. "It has been a while. What are you doing here?"

Edgeshot looked over. "Ah, Nighteye. A pleasure. I'm just here to drop off the final paperwork for the internship next week. You know how it is."

"I do indeed." Nighteye paused. "Internships you say. One of your interns is Izuku Midoriya, correct?"

"He is indeed," Edgeshot said with narrowed eyes. "You know this, of course, considering the raid on the Precepts. Why do you ask?"

"Hmm… Are you aware that Izuku Midoriya is a vi— a vigilante?" Mirai corrected himself. It was probably best not to outright say Midoriya was a villain out in the open.

Edgeshot narrowed his eyes even further. "A vigilante you say?" He crossed his arms. "I must say, I had no idea. And what exactly are you doing with this information, might I ask?"

"It's why I'm here today, actually," Mirai replied. "I've called upon a meeting with the Commission, Nezu, and the police. The information's technically classified, but I thought that you deserved to know. Being his sponsor and all."

"I see… I must… process this." Edgeshot bowed. "Thank you for telling me. And, erm, good luck with that meeting, I suppose."

A/N: A little less comedic than what I had originally planned, but oh well.

And I might as well bring it up — it's true that this isn't that other fic that I've been hinting at for a while; sorry if that disappoints some of you. Though, I do promise that the fic will come out! It's only a matter of time until then (I just want to have a backlog ready for it, you know?)

Also; more to come eventually! Though I don't have a planned schedule for it of course. They'll come… eventually ;)