AN: I don't own My hero academia or the characters form the other animes that will be appearing.

Last time…

Arata challenged his hero students a near impossible task of trying to beat him. Failure after failure Izuku offered his guidance and they each managed to beat their teacher. At least that's what they think. Better they keep thinking that for now.

I believe in you

It was Izuku's final week. After this he would be officially joining the detective course. He hoped that it was going to be easy. A seamless transition. Peace finally came to the class somewhat. There were some jabs and dirty glares here and there. Karma and the Wakamoto still had their daily pranks. They're just reduced to rubber insects and mix match swap shoes. The rubber insects were still heavily effective on Aiko no matter how many times it happened. Not so much with the other Taishos siblings. They were still on guard. Not many fights but they at least tolerated each other now. Izuku could leave without worry. Until something happened.

The school went under complete lock down. No one gets in. No one gets out. The only exceptions were students and staff could get in, but they were not allowed to go back out. At first no one knew what happened. Most of them were having their first class of the day. All they did know was that students were immediately escorted to their assigned homeroom classrooms and were patted down. No exceptions. The Wi-Fi was disconnected. Phones were confiscated. Even computer rooms become off limits. All to keep people in and prevent suspicious outside communication. The only ones able to contact the outside world were teachers and the higher up. Mainly to inform parents that their children might not be able to return home in the end of the day because of the lock down. That and to contact authorises of the incident.

It was unexpected. Unbelievable. Uncounted for. Special documents have been stolen. No other information was made public. Nothing is tighter than Shiketsu's security. They were an academy that roots grow form such pride. For extra credit or assignments, the older students take turns patrolling and guarding the school after hours alongside teachers. Yet someone breached their systems. Until that matter was solved no one was allowed to leave or contact the outside world. They will question every student if they had to. Which they might not needed entirely. The evidence found on the scene pointed towards one student. A new student that happened to volunteer guarding that night.

Seiji Shishikura was the prime and only suspect.

His fingerprints were all over the crime scene. A lock of his hair was also found in the area. He had a special card key on his person that allowed him access to the scene of the crime. And the real kicker was that he was caught on tape doing the crime. The evidence was clear. All signs pointed to him. There were no other options.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Shishikura?"

The usually uptight and put together student was found dead centre stage for all to see. His exposed eye not hidden by his long purple side fringe was shocked wide. It's centre pupil shook dramatically. His skin was paler than usual. As if the life was drained out from him. That notion was enhanced with the way his body was hunched over. He looked like he could collapse right then and there. It was a miracle he was still standing. "I…I…" his voice was only a mere stutter. The complete opposite to his assured, commanding tone.

"Why are you even asking." Grumbled a student. Yu Kanda always seemed like an aggressive type. He would constantly scowl at students. Friends or otherwise. In training he charged head on without thinking. To him he didn't need to think much on the matter. "It's obvious you did it."

Seiji's stiffened. As if ice was shot through his veins. "No…that's…"

"I agree," Takako chimed in as confident as she usually was. To her and many others the evidence was clear. There was no room for debate. "Just admit to your crime a be done with it."

The accused now looked dizzy as more of his life was drain from him. His feet step from side to side as if trying to balance himself but failing. Izuku watch silently as the situation unfolded. The evidence presented was damning. He understood why his classmates are saying the things they are. But there was something about Seiji face that made him hesitate to speak up with him. His eyes. They looked so broken.

"Please… let me…"

"Yeah, it's so not cool." One of the Wakamoto twins interrupted with a spat. Their other nodding along in agreement.

At this point Seiji slam his back at the teacher's desk. He gripped the edges for support. Anything to stop him from falling. The unsettling feeling grew in Izuku's throat. The more and more he looked at him the sorrier he felt. Something was not right.

"You're guilty. Just say it already!" Takako commanded with others murmured in agreement with her.

Losing all strength in his legs Seiji collapsed on his knees. No one go up to help him. No one even asked the simple question of are you ok? Barely anyone looked concerned. Most snickered. Laughed. Staying things like the guilty was getting to him. To them it was the sign of a lair being caught in a lie. Yet his eyes were telling another story. They were dazed over. Screaming. He wanted to scream but his words were bitten back. His classmate's words of guilty grew louder. It was all he could hear. It's your fault. You are to blame. You did it. Traitor. Any fire he had to fight back was quickly extinguished. He should just give up and accept his punishment. His guilt.

Seeing those eyes of despair, Izuku couldn't take it anymore. Those eyes along were enough to make him act. There was no way he could sit by and watch this happen. His hands slammed at his desk and his chair screeched along the floor as he shot up standing. "Hold it!" he spoke somewhat meekly. Still, it was enough to sound assertive and gained his classmates' attention. Their eyes fixated on him now, he choked up. On instincts his shot his head down. Bundles of regret soon settled in. He shouldn't have said anything. The evidence was clear and it's not like he could do anything about it. He was just a student. Sure, he solved one case, but he was lucky. He was there to witness everything. Notice every little detail. This time it was a blank slate. He knew nothing of what happened. So, he should stay out of it. That was the smartest option. Then he moved his head up. His eyes locked to Seiji's. In the mist of their despair lay one spec. It was weak, but still shook with the light of hope. His hesitation was immediately thrown away.

"Do you have something to say, Midoriya?" his teacher questioned. Arata patiently waited for his answer along with his classmates.

They didn't have to wait long. Izuku head was raised high. His eyes were sure. "You can't just accuse someone like that without hearing their side of the story. He could be innocent," he proclaimed much to his other classmates shock and confusion. He even received a laugh from one of them.

The young Taisho head howled in laugher at the boy's sudden and foolish statement. She then silenced herself and sternly glared at the young detective behind her blindfold. "The evidence says otherwise. For a detective in training, you seem to have forgotten the one rule you all abide by. Evidence is everything."

"Evidence can be deceiving!" Izuku yell back with all his might. He knew this. He has seen enough of his father's cases that evidence can be false easily if taken at face value. If he had the opportunity to examine the current evidence, he might find that to be true. Then he grew embarrassed by his own volume and shrunk back into a hunch back. The eyes around him didn't make it any better. It only succeeded to make him more nervous. His posture became frail once more. "I just...it's...well...,"he didn't know what the right thing to say was. Or if there was anything he could say. He just knew he had to say something. He glanced at Seiji once more. Their eyes were glowing just a little brighter. "He just doesn't sound like he's guilty. You know?" he said honestly.

Takako raised an eyebrow at the boy while crossing her arms. "Detective, I've grown some respect for you recently. Do not make me rethink that with this outrageous defence. You cannot truly believe this." Unsurprisingly, many agreed. It just didn't seem plausible that such evidence could be faked. The overwhelming jury was clear. The court demands guilty. That was until someone else stood up with the boy. Sensing their stand, Takako gasped: "Elder sister?"

With a calm painted expression and a kind smile, the elder Taisho placed a dainty hand over her heart. "I to believe in Shishikura innocent."

The class was sent into an uproar. No one louder than the girl's family and Yu as well. The aggressive deep blue haired boy yelled at her to sit back down but she didn't. Aiko rolled her eyes at her stubbornness. Spitting something on the lines of: 'looks like miss angel lost her marbles.'

Mikoyasha paid no mind. Despite the cries for her so sit back down she held her head high. "I detest liars. How they bend the truth to get their own way and hurt others. So, I've always had this instinct to sense them." Then she pointed to the boy still kneeing. Eyes glossed over with a little more life. "I do not sense lies coming from him."

There was another chair squeak as another student rose. Allen took the stand. "I like the phase innocent until proven guilty. So, I too agree this should be investigated further before any hasty judgements."

Two other chairs were dragged across the floor. Two more students stood with the others. One of them was Nagisa. His two usual friends did not harp at the boy. Only looked at him expressionless and thinking. "I agree." He said bellowed. "My teacher was once framed for something he didn't do. What's to say this is any different."

The other was the ever so noisy, Click. He wore a smug smile as he spoke. "I'm a self-proclaimed journalist. It would be a crime for me to give an early guilty verdict without getting all the facts. I know most do that now a days, but I really detest the style of journalism."

Humming at this turn of events Arata finally spoke out. "Those who pled guilty raise your hands." An overwhelming amount of the other students raised their hands. Some more certain than others. But not everyone took a stand or raised a hand. This last group was joined with mutters and growls to hurry up and chose.

Two of them were the now dubbed the class troublemaker and his ice princess cohort. Karma turned his smirking face at his cohort and asked what she thought about the situation. Yuko said nothing for a while but once she broke her silence all hell broke loose. "I chose neither."

"You coward!" Takako howled while forcefully turning her chair at the emotionless girl. "You do not wish to pick a side. So afraid to be wrong."

Yuko for course denied the accusation. "This is the most logic option. It's too early to decide on innocent or guilty stance. Until further information is presented, I choose neither." The rest of the students still seated agreed with her. Some uncertain students that proclaimed guilty lowered their hands in agreement.

There was a moment of silence when all student finalised their stances. In the guilty party was the rest of the Taisho family followed by the Wakamoto twins, Inasa, Yu and surprisingly Nagamasa. It stung Izuku a little bit to see him against him, but the boy had the right to his own opinion. In undecided camp was Yuko, Karma, Ren, Camie which was odd. Especially knowing her toxic start with Seiji. They had two new members Kory and Miranda who originally head their hands up with the guilty camp. Then there was Izuku's small crew of 5 that believed in the slim chance of innocent. Even more odd this was pure mixture of the original camps of the start of the year. If this started at the beginning of the year who knows how well or badly this would have turn out.

Arata seemed to realise this as he hummed cautiously at the new establish groups. "Interesting. How every interesting. Well then now that everyone has decided this is how we'll procced." He pointed a firm finger at Izuku. His eyes were gleaming as he smirked. "Midoriya, will take charge of this investigation along with the rest who believe Shishikura's innocence. Those who believe his guilty I'll intrust you to lock him up. Do whatever you want. Just make sure he never leaves your side. As for the rest of you. You may choose what you wish to do. Help either side or do nothing at all. That is all."

The class was at an uproar once again. They asked if this was even legality for them to do but their teacher brushed their concerns aside. He would deal with the legality of it. So, it was settled. The guilty party quickly restrained Seji who did not fight back. Takako seemed to be the one leading the charge of this group yet again. She ordered the group with organisation and calm.

Meanwhile, Izuku was in slight panic mode. He never been in this position before. He was stuck with a group of acquaintances he barely talked to let alone interacted with. It was more than nerve racking for him. He wanted to curse at his sensei who put him into this position, but that would be rude. Then his eyes landed on Seiji yet again. At some point he started crying but he didn't seem to be aware of it. Feeling bad, Izuku walked towards him ignoring the dirty glares of the guilty party. With a gentle hand he caressed the boy cheek wiping away the tears. He seemed to come back to his senses and looked up at the young detective. Izuku smiled gently, "Don't worry I'll prove your innocence...Somehow. I believe in you so believe in me too." Seiji said nothing. Only stared. "You're innocent, right? So, tell me that."

There was hesitation but eventually, Seiji spoke, "I'm not guilty."

Suddenly, Takako came between them. "Quite criminal," she hissed before shouting a look at the detective. "I would wish you luck. If this was not such a foolish endeavour." After that she walked away taking her group and Seiji with her.

"Gezz. thanks for the words of encouragement," Izuku whispered under his breath before turning away and returning to his own team.

His members seemed to be a little occupied. Other than Click, who was front and centre ready for orders, the others were talking to members from the other camps. Although one of them looked more of an argument than a pleasant conversation. Yu looked like he was screaming at both Allen and Mikoyasha with the way he pointed at them aggressively with scowled face. Either of the two were backing down without a fight. Both spoke against him, and he became so enraged he stomped away following his group. Then there was the tight knit trio Nagisa belonged to. They looked friendly if only a little concerned. Karma constantly patted the smaller boy's head teasingly much to his displeasure. The three of them hugged and said their goodbyes before the other two strolled out of the classroom.

Once the group was properly assembled only one questioned was asked: "Where to now, detective?"

Logically there was one place they had to go.

Walking across the school the group found themselves wondering to a one place. The scene of the crime. Once they got there, they were met with two people. One looked like another student. The other a faculty member. Each of them guarded a metal door on either side. They two of them suspiciously looked at the group of 5 and asked what they were doing here. Hoping they would believe them Izuku explained the situation.

"So, you kids are here to investigate?" An older student with only spiked chestnut hair asked. His one hazel eye squinted at the group suspiciously. Their other eye was covered completely with one sharp pointed slick of hair that reach down half his face. A cat like tail twirled behind them. The group explained their situation the student grew more and more suspicious until he heard their teacher's name.

"Mr Darewell huh?" The faculty member charmed in. It was hard to determine their gender. Their facial features were soft with big wide lilac eyes with long lashes. Yet their body was a little more robust and structured. As for their hair it was shoulder length and curled outwards at the tips. It was a light lime colour. They grinned amusingly, "That guy has always been an odd ball. Heard at lot of stories from the hero kids he teaches. He believes in a hands-on approach to things. So, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised he's letting you do this. You've been checked?"

The group nodded in union even show the give cards they were supposed to show for such a question. It was a shock of a lifetime when a military like assault group busted through the classroom. As if the alarms weren't scary enough. When the figures in thick black suits came matching in, the only reason he stopped screaming was when he noticed the school's golden S banged on their chests. They asked him and the rest of his classmates to stay put. One by one they were called out. When they did the group asked some questions while others patted them down. They confiscated personal items like phone and for those living on campus they warned that their rooms would be searched as well. So, they don't need to worry if they find some items missing like laptops. They said he would get them back later but never said when. This school was surprisingly hardcore.

"Oh good. I can let you in then, but you'll need to be supervised of course." The faculty guard glanced a look at the boy next to them. The boy quickly got the message and nodded. Then they took a sliver key card from his pocket and swiped it down the keypad next to the metal door. In a few seconds, the light turned green. The sounds of gears and shifty machinery could be heard as the heavy metal door slid of the side. "You got 25 minutes." They stated sternly.

The children filed inside one by one lead by the older student. The faculty guard remained outside. "By the way names Kai. I'm a third-year police student." The older students introduced himself. "That over there was officer Anon. They deal with teaching us police practices and all. We were both on patrol last night when the incident happened. It's a shock that of our own would so do this. He seemed like such a dedicated kid too," he mentioned as the escorted the younger students inside. The room was bigger than any of them would have thought with how normal size the door was. There were files upon files that reach to the sky. Each draw was marked with some sort of number code but none of the number appeared to be in order. They looked to be randomized 7-digit numbers meant to confuse would be thieves. Each of them was locked with some sort of keypad. There was something odd right off the bat. White footprints marked the ground. There seemed to only be one a pair that went in and out.

Izuku was quick to ask about them the second he saw them. "What is that? Paint?"

"That's just one of my colleagues quirk still in effect." Kai explained casually, "A weird one but in has it's usage. They're able to find and define footprints that have been left in the area from the last 12 hours. Helps in figuring out where the perpetrator has been. They'll be gone in the next 12 hours to no need to clean them either."

"How come you haven't tried that outside?"

"No point. Too many people walk by this hallway daily. It would have been a mess and impossible to identify one pair of footprints to another. Barely anyone enters here regularly so it's easier to keep track. Even more so when there's only one pair to follow. Anyway, here we are." They presented the crime scene the footprints led them to. It was almost pristine if it was not for the one of the file boxes completely dusted with fingerprints. "The investigators already swept this place, so I doubt you'll find anything new. If you do, I'll have to confiscate it and hand it over as evidence."

With those guidelines set the group was free to roam and try and find anything. In the end they didn't find anything. No missing piece of evidence that could help them. The inspectors were thorough. All that was left was the footprints and dusted handprints. The more Izuku looked at them the odder they looked. The footprints were perfectly lined and followed one path. There was no detour as if they knew just were to look. The compete opposite to the handprints. They were erratically placed everywhere along the front of the file cabin. It looked out of place. "You've already identified the owner of these handprints?"

"Yup. They matched perfectly to our current suspect."

"How did Shishikura come to volunteer? I have heard about this exercise, but it's not usually done by the hero course or first years. Typically, this is done by second years up from both the detective course and police course students. Don't you think that's a little strange?" Izuku questioned while staring at the crime scene. The more he looked at it the more it looked off. In fact, this whole scenario was off.

"I thought it was strange too." The second year admitted with a shrug. "He was recommended by one of us and approved by a teacher. From what I heard his parents used to be students here. So, we thought he could be trusted. We were also one short that night too and it has hard to find a last-minute substitute. They guy couldn't make it due to family issues. That Shishikura kid was put forward. He was really excited to join too, so why the hell not. Kind of regretting that now."

"And what do you mean by 'we'? Can you tell who was with you. Where were you all stationed? Key events of late night please. What is your quirk?"

"Whoa whoa kid slow down," Kai jokily begged before Izuku could squeeze in another question. He claimed that he would answer all the young detective queries one at the time.

With a sight blush, Izuku asked his questions again and Kai composite answered. The young detective was quick to dot them down in a notebook he had on him. There were new questioned he added along like how does the entry system work? Apparently, the only way to get in was by using a key card. Only a few members of staff had them. There was even a log in system to show who was used at what time. Then he named the students and staff present that night and where they were stationed. As for quirks while he could confidently tell his own classmates that were there and staff he couldn't say much on the others. Just guesses.

The key events were simple. An alarm was suddenly set off alerting everyone to the scene. Files were found stolen and the first stage of locked down commenced. Locking all exits to the building boxing the criminal in. What they found was Seiji alone. Usually, they would pratol in two so him being alone was odd. Then when they patted him down, they found a key card in his pocket. The boy was immediately restrained as suspect the number 1.

Izuku looked through his doted notes completely forgetting he was a part of a team. So, when he felt a hand on his shoulder his heart skipped many beats.

"You are sure we can trust that guy solely?" Allen questioned while whispering into the boy's ear. Not far off from view was Kai returning straight to his pose.

Jumping from the sudden voice, the young detective tried not to stutter. "Well, he seemed trustworthy and was with a teacher." Then he looked back at his notebook. An idea sprang to mind. He quite wrote something down in brand new pages. He then tore out each page and presented them to his classmates. "How about we spit up the work? You guys try and track down the students on these pages. Ask them about what happened last night and if any added or contradict what we know. Write them down. Also try and get details on the quirks that we don't have written down." The four each took a page at random. They scanned through the contents and looked at back up. Each with the same question that Izuku was quick to answer before they said a thing. "I'm going to have a look at evidence gathered from the scene. I'm not sure if they'll let me but I hope they will. I especially want to see this video evidence they have."

"Then I'm coming too." Click announced as he causally handed his paper over to the nearest student. He gleefully marched on next to Izuku's side.

Visibly, Izuku displeased. It's not like he disliked his classmate it's just that's he rubs him the wrong way. He would rather try and make Takako and Yuko the best of friends than be near this guy. Ok that might be a little too much but still. Click always ask too many questions, and usually ends with the boy invading his personal space to the point there was no space. Most of the time he wondered why the boy was at this course. Clearly, he with the number of times he mentions it he should become a journalist.

With puffy cheeks, Click placed a hand to his hip. "Oh, come on. Two heads are better than one. And I could be of some use. Videos and pictures happen to be my specialty." The boy had a point. It might be good to have an extra head and pair of eyes.

Sighing defeated, Izuku agreed allowing Click to bounce high. He was so happy that he could be right in the action. More so to document all of the action because of course he would. It would make for a front cover story. As for the others. Mikoyasha didn't mind the extra work although Allen did take some names to lessen her load. Nagisa too. Once all was settled it was agreed they would split up and meet back to the dorms once the findings was done.

Walking side by side with Click was interesting. Since their first interaction the boy has done nothing but bombard Izuku with questions. Most of them far more personal than they need to b. He had no restraint on him besides having Yuko or co stopping him. Because of that Izuku had tried his best to distance himself from the nosy teen. That and ensured someone was with him if they were close. At some point Click seemed to have given up. That didn't make Izuku any less warry.

Click seemed to have noticed the boy's nerves. It was kind of obvious with the meter-long distance they kept away from him. He chuckled with amusement. "You know I don't bite. The worst I can do it take a picture," he said as he pulled out a camera from the inside of his uniform. They may have confiscated phones etc but not all electronics became contraband. So long as they had no form of communication it was consider safe.

"I'd appreciate if you don't do that, please," Izuku asked while taking a few more steps away from the other teen. They laughed harder and put the camera back in place. They made a comment about how a good journalist always have a camera on them. They never know when an interesting story may strike. That made the young detective think. What was with this guy and journalism? It was all he ever talks about. Maybe it's a habit, but he always seemed to pay extra close attention to his classmates. Snippets of their conversation or how they acted to one another. Click seemed to be close with Karma and co, but more so with the Wakamoto twins. He seemed slightly more afraid of the latter in peculiarly, Yuko. Far more comfortable with the twins. Often talks about his newest blog post. Something about true journalism. Which made one wonder. Why doesn't he pursue that career? He seemed so passionate about it.

"You're wondering why I'm here training as a hero instead of becoming a journalist. A career choice I clearly have a passion in."

Izuku had to take even more steps back at the teen's sudden but very accurate deduction.

Playfully, Click winked and wagged his little finger. "You're not the only one with a keen eye. Besides, you are not the first. I doubt you will be the last to ask me that question." He sighed longingly while his eyes wondered back to his camera. He traced his fingers long it's side. It was easy to tell he truly enjoyed his passion. There as a problem with it. Family expectations. Both his parents were hero's as well as performers. They were a part of this traveling agency/ circus show. Form that description alone Izuku could guess who they were. The Yoki group. They were a free lace group known from traveling across the country helping those in need and performing mesmerising shows. Click himself use to have an act of his own with his parents. He specialised in acrobatics which was easy to tell with his hero training. The boy was ridiculously flexible. One day he grew tired of the spotlight and found a new hobby in journalism. He was always fascinated by action shots he seen in papers, and the exciting stories attached to them. So, he gave it a try and loved it. His parents wanted him to follow in their footsteps and he promised he would. That's why he's here. "I made a deal with them. When I graduate, I will join the trope. My journalist blog will be nothing more than a side hobby. But I want to keep in running if possible. Even if he mainstreams media tries to shut me down."

"Shut you down?"

The teen let out a miserable sigh. "My bog isn't really brand friendly. I give out the unfiltered truth. Something the media just loves to leave out," there was a bitterness in his tone. Even the skip in his step changed to a stomping march and his eyes grew sharp. "Let's take you for example. Your story I researched well when it first came out. I wanted to nab you for an interview at the time, but you know with the entrance exams coming I didn't have time. Also, the media made It so much harder to find you. Most just amused you had a quirk and was just some stupid kid playing hero. The ones that claim you were quirkless made you seemed so incompetent or was just a very unlikely rumour. Come on you should at least try, and fact check. Lazy I say. They only praise heroes when we all know they're no angels. Endeavour is a prime example. Statically he's an amazing hero. Solving more cases than anyone in Japan. What media doesn't acknowledge is his poor attitude. Have you heard he allegedly ordered harm on a girl? He had his reasons. They girl was terrorising the city, but she was under the influence of some quirk. If it wasn't for this vigilante, he could have seriously hurt that girl."

Curiosity soon took over Izuku's feet. He stepped closer silently listening to what Click had to say. The boy went no about a couple of times the media blatantly ignores to get on a hero's good side. Like how it was rumours some heroes work with vigilantes. Or gain fame and notoriety through underhanded means like stealing the spotlight from another hero. Some heroes barely do hero work at all, but people ignored it because they're so amazing just for having a license. Untouchable.

"Like All Might."

Izuku almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of that name. Why did he come up?

"I'm sure you have noticed it as well. Recently, he hasn't been doing nearly the number of rescues he used to do about 5 years ago. In fact, there a time for half a year he was completely MIA. It's strange don't you think? He's barely seen in public now a days. You think something might have happened to him?"

Gulping down his nervousness, Izuku franticly shook his head. After all, he knew exactly why the hero has been lacking as of late. The wound on his stomach as well as time limit. At to mention the shock the world would have if they found out their hero is now a walking skeleton. Because of that he knew better than to reveal that information. "I'm sure there's nothing for us to worry about. Maybe he's getting old or wanted to focus more on teaching. He is a teacher at U.A now." Luckily, Click bought into the theory and didn't press any further. Good thing too since the two of them just about made it to their destination. Their target door's plate was scribed with the word's investigation 1. They knocked on the door.

No sooner than a couple of second a head pop out. It was an elderly man with a long face and sharp pointed nose. His slick figures framed his face on either side of his thing cheeks. The rest of his dark hand was tied back in a low ponytail. A pair of plain rectangle glasses preach on his nose. His thin eyes arched in surprise. "What are you kids doing here?" The two of them were quick to explain and the man was quick to nod along. "I see well let me introduce myself first. I'm Hasami." He greeted while extending an arm. The children would have accepted if it wasn't for the fact his fingers were scissors. They were wide open. Ready for the cutting. The man eventually noticed and laughed nervously. He shook his hand and the scissor fingers closed in on themselves forming into long stick like fingers. At least in looked like a normal hand. "Sorry about that. I was in the middle of some work. Anyway, I'm a part of security and the head tec guy around here. I maintain the security cameras and alarms. I suppose in wouldn't hurt to let you two have a look for educational purposes. So long as you're in the clear."

"You still haven't found the missing documents?" Izuku questioned and he received a head shake. The whole reason why they were in locked down was because the documents have yet to be found. The school was confident in their system that it would be impossible for them to be taken off campus yet. Nothing will change until the culprit and documents were found. Without further delay they entered. There was a side room within it that the guard claimed had all the evidence line up on a table. They were just in their recently discussing the timeline of events and what to do next. The evidence has yet to be properly filed but he'll allow the kid to take a look. No touching to avoid unwanted tampering. The guard was soon called for something but not without leaving a quick warning. If anything was missing, they know who to blame. Then the teen found themselves alone in a room of so-called incriminating evidence.

One quick scan through of the table and yup. It looked incriminating. From top to bottom all the evidence laid bare that connected Seiji to the crime. Confirmed matching hair sample, the key card found on his person and confirmed fingerprints all over that and the crime scene. Still the more he looked at them they more they seemed off. The weirdest of all was the hair sample. How did that get on the crime scene floor? And why such a big clump of it. Did Seiji's hair get caught on something? If so, what?

Then there was the video. Oh, that video. There it was clear as day Seiji by himself walking down the hallway and stopping at the crime scene door. He turned to face in. Walked straight towards it and used a key card to get in without causing alarm. Even switching the cameras, they can clearly see him rush to where he wanted to be. His bare hands slapped across the file drawers before typing in the code. He flicked through the flies that looked like a massive hard drive and grab the ones he wanted. Then he dashed off. The rest was history. It was so incriminating. Forwards and back. It was the perfect nail in Seiji's guilty coffin. However, there was one thing that did not bothered Izuku but Click.

The teen stared at the screen intensely. "Go back again."

Izuku complied and rewound the footage.

"Again."

He rewound again.

"Again."

And again.

"Again,"

After multiple rewinds it finally hit him. "The footage has been cut." Izuku stared at him confused but Click fought for it. He told Izuku to hyper focused on a certain time frame and stance. It took a couple of tries but he could see what he meant. It was only a slip second, but Seiji body changed. He grew a couple of cemeteries taller. His shoulders were broader. His possession was slightly off form where he was before. Like they were missing a second of two or a lag. "I have done my fair share of video edits and I can spot a cut went I see one. It was so close to being flawless too. If it wasn't for the sudden chance in body."

"But how is that possible. No one should be able to do that unless," the sickening realisation made Izuku's word stop. "You don't think."

Click caught on to the though as well and nodded in agreement.

They both quickly glanced at the room. It looked like the walls were closing in. Listening, watching, if his hypothesis was true, they all needed to be careful with what they say from now on. They were dealing with something more than an ordinary student. "Let's review the footage again." So, they did. Izuku Hyper focused all his attention on 'Seiji.' The way he moved. What he wore. His body type. It was then he noticed his small black mark at the back of his neck. Odd. "What is that?"

Click leaned closer squinted his eyes at the image. "A birthmark? A mole maybe."

It was then, Mr Hasami returned with an apologetic look. He was holding a single piece of paper in his hands. "Sorry kids, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Some new evidence popped up that need to be examined."

Izuku eyed the paper. "Can I have a look at it?"

"Afraid not. This was this classified for now. It needs to be analysed first."

"That's too bad. I suppose it doesn't matter. The evidence here makes it very clear that Shishikura was the culprit. Such a shame too. He was such as model student. It's just so hard to believe you know." Izuku did his best to play the innocent card. He wasn't the best at lying still but he was getting better with his act. While his mouth rambled about nonsense his mind was reeling. He needed to get those papers somehow. He thought of all his options. Rushing the guy. Accidentally, bumping into him. Yelled and point and then get a quick peak. All those thoughts were useless as the two of them were kicked out. Angrily, Izuku glare up at the door. "We have to get that paper."

"Already head of you," Click said as he presented the camera. The screen showed the image of the paper being held by Mr Hasami on the written side. While Izuku was rambling, it was the perfect distraction opportunity Click use his quirk and camera. He manipulated his strings to wrap around his camera and make it float behind the man without getting much attention.

The young detective jumped hugged his surprisingly useful partner and grabbed the camera. He further inspected the image. Seemed like the paper was a reading summery for what key card was used when at that area. He could tell it was updated form the time they used one. This was prime evidence that puts one more person on the suspect board. If they find out whose key card used by the true perpetrator, they find a possible accomplice. Izuku scanned through the data. His heart immediately fell when he saw the name. "That can't be right."

Click placed an apologetic hand over the boy. "I'm sorry Izuku."

His grip was almost strong enough to break the camera in his hands. It shook in terror. Then Izuku handed it back to his owner before he could to actual damage. "Let's go see the others.

The group reconvened in front of their dormitory. The three the when out in search of the lists students quickly retold their findings. Seemed like Kai was right on the mark on who was there and their names. They also got some of the missing quirks which could prove useful. Their stories seemed to line up with the current narrative, so they all seemed to be credible. With a now completed suspect list they might be able to fine their true culprit, but Izuku was sceptical. It took one look at the list that made him wonder. Were they missing something? He hoped talking to Seiji may clean up some answers. "Thank you for your hard work. Let's go talk to Shishikura and see if we can get any more info."

They agreed and entered the dorm not thinking anything would surprise them. They were wrong.

"Stop copying everything I say!" The Wakamoto twins yelled at each other. Both of them were on either side of the common area being held back by a couple of their fellow classmates. The others were watching in second handed embarrassment. Many shook their heads at the screaming match before them or watch in confusion.

"What happened?"

Nagamasa's hair wrapped around one of the twins when he turned to greet the group. He apologies for the mess they had seen. He explained that they decided to have a group student session to pass the time while watching Seiji. Izuku could spot the various test books and paper notes scattered around the place suggesting such. It was all well and good at the beginning. Each of them quizzing the other. That was until Karma walked in uninvited and called for a quiz competition. Most of them said no expected for the Wakamoto twins. The some believed the sly boy counted on that since he bolted out of the room soon after. It didn't take long for the twins to get at each other necks for accusing the other for copying. The two of them were in perfect sync. It was kind of amazing. Even when they got the question wrong, they were in perfect sync with the same answer. A simple quiz then became a fist fight as they were forced to separate the twins form each other.

Seeing the scene, Click chuckled and acted. He casually walked between the twin's line of vision. The second the twins noticed them their screaming matched ended. One after the other, Click retrieved the twins from his classmates. Once freed, he used each of his arms to hook around the necks of the twins. The Twins became passively docile at the gestured with only a mild glare at the other twin. "Come on you two. No need to argue. You know love each other." The twins grumbled and Click just pulled them in tighter.

The rest of the students watched on in amazement all wondering the same question. What just happened?

Luckily, they had Nagisa to explain. "Mai, Sai and Click have been friends since forever. Click has always been a mediatory for them and is the only one that can pacify them besides their parents." The class looked back at the previously wild twins now completely pacified by their long-time friend. It was a relief as well as mildly confusion. "Knowing Karma, he knew this could happen with Click gone. I apologies for him."

"Never mind that. How's your stupid investigation?" Spat out an irritated Yu.

Izuku winced a bit at the rude comment but did not engage. He just simply said they were working on it and asked if they could speak to the accused. They allowed it so long as they were in the room present to listen. The young detective agreed, and a path was made to allowing passage to the accused. Seiji was chained and on his knees. His hands were cuffed and laid on his lap. A makeshift pen caged him. It looked like mesh that were make for chicken coops. He had no idea where they found that. Thankfully, the boy looked unharmed. Unconformable but taken care of. Izuku sat down to meet with the boy's eyes. There was a tinge of fear in them despite the accused's calm outer appearance. Smiling Izuku asked: "do you mind if I ask you some questions?"

Seiji nodded. Not like he could say no anyway.

The young detective asked his side of the story, and it was simple. The partner he was with suddenly had a bad stomach-ache. It was obvious with the way they groaned in pain and held their stomach. They told him to go ahead and circle round. They would meet up with later. The task was simple, so he accepted and walked pass the hallway. He admitted stopping by the crime scene's doorway but never went in. That caused some heckling from his classmates, but he continued. Once he was about to circle round the alarms went off. Panicked he tried to find the others. When he did, they were already outside the crime scene. They were told to search the area but came up with nothing. Then a teacher came out and accused him. They claimed that he was captured on camera which confused him. They did a mandatory pat down and the key card was found in his pocket. He swore it wasn't there before, but they didn't listen. He was detained and taken in for questioning before returning to class. He didn't know why they allowed him to do that. He just knew he did not do anything. No matter what the evidence suggest.

The evidence although damning was odd. The more and more Izuku thought through it the more the prices don't fit. He thought back to the stories the others found. They lined up to what Seiji was saying. His partner really did need to go to the bathroom. They were still there when the alarm set. They claimed to have eaten something bad. Felt terrible after. Seiji account was completely different to the video evidence which they have found to be questionable. He couldn't guarantee it but it did looked like the video was cut. Still, they needed more. More to proof without a shadow of a doubt that Seiji wasn't the one shown on video.

Izuku eyes began to wonder in thought. He stopped at Seiji's unusually gloved hand. They only covered a part of his hand starting from his thumb to his middle finger. Only two fingers were exposed. Two red straps ran across his palm strapping the unusual glove design to his hand. "Shishikura. Do you always where those gloves?"

The boy looked at his cuffed hands and nodded. "They act like a mould. Helping me reform may hands properly whenever I use my quirk. Sometimes when I recall my quirk without them, my hands become misshapen. I rarely take them off."

"I see." Then he remembered the strange mark that was on the back of the perpetrator's neck. "You mind if I look at your neck really quick." It was an odd request, but Seiji complied. He bowed his head forward allowing Izuku to inspect their neck. There was nothing not a single mark. This was enough to convince Izuku whole heartedly. "You are definitely not the culprit."

Shock and outrage poured through the more vocal members of the guilty party. Seiji was also shocked but happy. His chest warmed knowing someone really believed in him. They all demanded answers, but Izuku decided not to give any. They needed to be careful on who they choose to tell any information. Especially in public areas where cameras were watching. His eyes glanced up at the far corner. A camera lens stared back at him. He was sure there was more than one guilty member of this case. One not so easily obtain with little evidence. He had to cut the convention there. "Thank you for your cooperation. I think it's time for us to look over what we know." The outrage grew lounder, but Izuku ignored them. He wasn't required to tell them anything, and he stood by that. "Come on let's get going."

"Ok." Click sang. He patted on the Wakamoto twin's heads giving a brief farewell before walking off.

The group were halfway up the stairs before a voice called out to them. "Wait up sis! I'm coming with you." They turned around to see Inu-kage chasing after them. It was easy for the boy to catch up. Why though was the question on all their minds but one.

"How you been, dear brother?" Mikoyasha greeted while walking beside him.

He let out an overdramatic groan. "I can't stand being in the same room with Akio for too long. It only gets worst if it involves studying. All she does is whine. The fact her phone was taken away make it that much more annoying to be around her. And don't get me started with those Wakamoto twins. Just…uguh…" he angrily ruffed up his back locks allowing his spiked ponytail to whip around him. Even his dog like ears twitched in displeasure. "I should have stayed undecided."

"You don't believe, Shishikura is guilty?"

He shook his head. He told the group that he thought the way Seiji acted was odd. He didn't act like someone caught in a lie, but the evidence they were told of was damning. Therefore, he was truly undecided. He just chose to stay in the guilty party for his younger sister's sake. She would have felt more betrayed if he didn't stand by her too. Mikoyasha's dog ears dropped which made her brother panicky a bit. "Don't worry about it. She'll get over it. Even more so if you prove her wrong. Might be a little sour but knowing her she'll take it with grace."

"But Yu is also mad at me."

"Fuck him. He never deserveed you anyway."

"Brother!"

That little conversation did not escape the curious ear of the detective and another overly curious soul. Click's eyes where shining. There was interesting story here he wanted to know everything about. Izuku was just curious enough to open his mouth. "Are you two…involved." He had to choose his word carefully. If his feeling was right that sort of thing is not allowed in their school.

Mikoyasha was quick to hold her hands in prayer. She bowed her head letting her pray hands rise above it. "Please don't say anything about it. I swear we're not doing anything indecent."

Well, that confirms it. Although who would have thought such a sweet girl would be with someone as seemly aggressive as Yu. Allen seemed indifferent about it. Most likely new about beforehand. Click was dying to know the story about how that happen. He held himself back with a forcefully tight lip. A conversation like that should not be done in a hallway with possible cameras lurking in the corners. They all silently sowre not to say anything.

Nagisa went a little bit of the extra mile with a whisper. "To be honest with you. I'm seeing someone too. So, don't worry about it."

Now that was curiously. Nagisa as well. It was a little hard to believe and think about. The ones he regularly hung out with were Karma and Yuko. Yuko being the only girl most one assumed he meant her. The thing was that didn't seem right. He seemed far closer to Karma.

BOOM!

The group jumped out of their skins at the sudden explosion. Down across the hallway they could have sworn one of the doors bent to breath. A puff of a white substance wheezed out from the door's bottom. Concerned the group hurried over and busted the door open. In swag open with little force. What they found was a standard room set up. A bed, closet, desk, and shelves if needed. That was expected. What wasn't expected was this white powder caked every inch of it. Some of it was still hanging in the air. If you breathed it in, you'd find it sweet. Like sugar.

Suddenly, a white hand rose above from the bedside. The horror like scene startled the students until they saw the full picture. Clenching on to the bed sheets, rose one of their classmates also caked with the white substance. Ren's face was white with her eyebrows and lashes look like snow fell on them. The roots of her usual back hair where also white until she shook the substance off like a dog coming out from a blizzard. "I am alive." The others called out concerned but she waved her hand at them. According to her she was experimenting with a new recipe to make a type of sugar powered bomb smokescreen. If the mess of the room was any indication. It got out of hand. "Well… I think I know what I'm going to be doing with the rest of my fee time."

"Why do you have this much powdered sugar?" Inu-kage growled as he coughed the sugar out of his system.

"Well, I can make it pretty easily with my quirk. Just have to modify it a little bit by doing this and that," She explained as she dusted herself off more. It was a trivial attempt. The powder was smeared all over her uniform rather than coming off. "I'm trying to think up new recipes to help me but I'm not that good at chemistry. I can only really make simple things with a few modifications right now."

This interested the male Tashio twin. He asked about her quirk, and she told him that she can make pretty much anything that's natural. Mainly food. She found proteins too difficult and inefficient to make thought. So, she stuck with desserts since sugar is an easy to make. This brought a grin to the boy's face as he hooked an arm at the now very nervous girl. "You and I are going to be great friends."

She eyed the boy who was way too close in her personal space. "Huh…why?"

With a confident grin, Inu-kage pointed to himself, "Let me help you with those recipes. I'm good at chemistry and bored. If you want something explosive and useable, I'm your guy."

"I don' know…"

"I'll help you clean your room."

"Deal!" She accepted. The two of them even shook on it.

After that small detour exchange of farewells, Inu-kage and Ren got to work and so did Izuku's team.

Once they entered the detective's room, the group immediately turned to him. They watch almost mesmerised as he marched towards his corkboard and ripped pages form his notebook. Some of them were lists or some snort of message. Others were poorly drawn versions recreations of the evidence they found. Methodically, he pinned them up. As he did, he began talking and pointing to the corresponding papers. Luckily, due to privacy reasons there shouldn't be any cameras or listening device in student's dorms.

"Ok, here's what we know. Before class could start a lock down commence trapping everyone inside for questions and pat downs. The crime in question is still ongoing as the missing documents have yet to be found. Our suspect somehow got a hold of the key card needed to get into the safe and find the documents. Sometime later Seiji was named the culprit. Here's why," he pointed across the board with a small strip of paper titled 'evidence' in quotations. Surrounding it were the various badly drawn evidence pointing to Seiji's guilty verdict. "He took part in the volunteer program and was in the area, a lock of his hair was found on the scene, his fingerprints were everywhere on the cabin the stolen documents wee from, a key card found on his person and most telling of them all a video that captured the moment of the crime."

"When you put it that way, he really does sound he's guilty," Allen commented uncertainty.

Izuku nodded in agreement. "It does. Doesn't it? But when you look at the evidence more things don't add up."

"What do you mean?"

Izuku first pointed to the lock of hair drawing. It was nothing, but purple lines scratched at the middle of the page with Seiji hair's written above it. There was also an arrow pointing down if it wasn't clear enough. "Let's start here. Don't you think it's a little strange that there was this big of a hair clump at the scene. How did you get cut? There was nothing on the video to show how it got there but it's there. It's not natural." Then he moved one to the footprints and handprints that they saw first-hand. "The foot pints were wide apart. This suggested that our suspect was running. What's strange about this was they seemed to have known exactly where they needed to go. We saw the room for ourselves. There are files everywhere with random number code labels. Yet this thief knew where to find it and even knew the code to it. They knew what they were doing. But if that's the case how come the handprints were everywhere. It was like they slapped the outer cabinet to make sure their prints would be found. Purposely planted. Just like the lock of hair."

"I think I'm following," Nagisa chimed in while scratching his chin. "So, what you're saying is Seiji is being framed."

"That's right and there's more," Click happily interpreted while prancing to the other side of the corkboard. He pointed the to the strip titled video. "From what we saw the video is unreliable. The 'Shishikura' that walked to the door and used the key card was a fake. There was a clear cut in the footage. Our culprit is a little bigger than Shishikura and was a couple of cm off from where the real Shishikura was standing. The fake can further be proven with the fact they lacked the specialised gloves that Shishikura typically wears. The handprints shouldn't have been able to show the entire hand there if he worn them. Also, to add to that they have a little mole that the back of their neck that was caught on the footage. Real Shishikura doesn't have one of those either."

"So, they're a fake," Mikoyahsa step out with a tone far more aggressive to her usual one. "Why would they do such an indecent deed."

"They have something against Shishikura?" Allen suggested. "And how did they get his handprints all over the scene."

"A quirk probably" Nagisa answered. If the person had some sort of copy transformation quirk it would be easy to pull something like that off. Then again when looking at the list of other potential suspects none of them had such a quirk. Unless they were lying none of them were to blame.

Izuku agreed with Nagisa but disagreed with Allen, "No. I think they singled him out on by convenience. From what we know they were one on man short and saw Shishikura as a prime pawn. He had a good background and was more than willing to do it. Whatever those documents were must be important. I say our culprit would have been willing to take anyone just to get them." There was a pause. He was hesitant to say the next thing, but it had to be done. Even if it means implementing someone, he held dear. "I believe our faker had an accomplice. Not just any accomplice. A faculty member."

The 4 apart from Click gaps at the accusation. It was hard to believe that one of their teachers could be behind this. That was until Click cut in with an explanation. "Look at what we have here. This was way to clean for an average student to pull off on their own. What gain would they have with these documents? Then there's the fact the key card used are only given to trusted faculty. This could have been stolen nor more likely given."

Izuku fist clenched as he bit his lip. He didn't want to say it. Nor did he want to believe it.

Allen was catching on quick as he grinned. "I see. That explains a lot. How they knew where to go. The code to unlocked it. Even make a falsified video. Only a faculty member has the much power. But who? It had to be the owner of the key card used. Do you know who it was?"

Curious set of eyes were aimed at the detective for answers. Turned away from them. His fist now shaking. Click noticed the signs. The detective didn't want to say it. Therefore, he took it upon himself to say the name that was on the computer system. "The key card belonged to Arata Darewell."

"IT'S NOT HIM!" Izuku screamed his eyes now wild. His team took a few steps back at him. From the way his body was trying to hold back it looked like he was ready to punch any of them. "I refuse to Believe he had anything to do with this."

"You can't deny the evidence," Click respond calmly while standing in front of the other three. If anyone was getting hit it was him. He was willing to take it if it meant Izuku would calm down.

Izuku's head dropped. He knew he couldn't deny the evidence, but it made no sense. Arata wouldn't do this. Unless this was a very absurd test. His Sensei wouldn't do this. It was inconceivable. Sadly, he turned to his corkboard. All the evidence was starting to line up. They just needed a little more. "Can you guys please leave. I'd like some time to think." Without question the others left the detective to his thoughts. He stared solely on the corkboard wondering what they were all messing. They were missing something. They had to be.

A brand-new day and Izuku was determined to try and find out why his Sensei's card were used the night of the crime. He refused to believe his sensei has anything to do with it. He wasn't the type of guy to commit a crime like this. He would never pin a crime on one of his students. It's just not possible. Luckily for him because of lock down there were no classes with all the teachers occupied. Students were expected to self-learning. He doesn't really know how seriously the other students a taken that. If they are anything like his own class, it's a pretty mix bag.

Form what he seen they were mainly busy playing jailer while quizzing each other. Some were perfecting their quirks use. Others did whatever they wanted like lazy around. Not like anyone would stop them. although it can be a little awkward with eyes watching them outside of their dorm rooms. In his case he was busy playing detective. Which his sensei put him up to. If he were guilty, he wouldn't have done that. He knows Arata sees value in his skill. He wouldn't sent him on a fool's errand.

"Just admitted already." Screamed a voice.

Izuku did not recognised the voice, but he did decide to follow It. He soon found himself outside of a polished door. A golden plate with the Shiketsu crest was crewed on the front. Chiselled in were the words 'conference room'.

"You're the one who organised all this weren't you? Arata Darewell. If that even is your real name."

Izuku froze when he eventually realised what was going on. His dear Sensei was currently on trial.

AN: well…guess I am coming back to this. Honestly, I'm very close to let this one die but I'm so close to a kind of end that I might as well see I through. Although I wouldn't be surprised if this was mostly forgotten by now. Sorry for the wait to anyone that still cares about this. Which I'm sure is very few. Although I might be able to post more frequently since I'll me solely focusing on this for the most part. Still will take some time since these things take time away.

Also for one of my other works I've decided to start answering reviews the way they were intended on this site. Although I did like the way others can see my answers. Oh well. Don't know how this will go but hope you don't mind me popping up randomly. Might not answer all of them but I get so few I might as well. Might not answer straight away either. I'm doing a lot of stuff in the background.