Today had been a long day. If Izuku took a poll, he would bet his whole class would agree without hesitation; but even with the villains dealt with, it still didn't seem to be over and the entire class was currently at the police station giving statements. Since the class hadn't suffered any major injuries they were transported, told to give their statements, and then released into the care of a guardian to be taken home. Which would have been perfectly acceptable except for the fact that they were isolating Izuku from the rest of his class. It started with the ride over as he was escorted in a different vehicle from his class, but now it seems as though the police were proactively trying to keep him here and away from everyone.

The room itself didn't consist of much. It was a plain room with a single entrance that had a small square glass opening that one could see through. The inside of the room was just as uninteresting. It had a table in the middle of the room along with two chairs, one on each side of the table. As well as a light in the middle of the table.

It was suspicious. Especially, since a different face came to check on him every few minutes. It was like a game at this point trying to find out how many different police officers he would see before he was finally called back to be questioned. He hadn't had his phone when they went into the USJ either and at this point there were very few distractions that he could find. Similarly, Izuku's classmates also found the ordeal to be odd.

"Why can't Midoriya be in here with the rest of us?" Yaoyorozu asked yet again on behalf of the class. It was a given that she would ask due to the fact that she was the classes' Vice Rep, but at this point it was concerning and the answer seemed more automated than anything.

"Again, his injuries were slightly more severe than the rest of the class, therefore we are allowing him to rest in an empty room as to not exacerbate his injuries." Yaoyorozu sighed as she relayed the information to the class again. Despite the fact that at least half the class had already been questioned and allowed to leave, Izuku was still not allowed to join them in their room. This made the entire class uneasy. The police still continued to call them in one by one and take their statements though as if ignoring the situation would make the class less likely to ask again.

Even so, the station eventually finished getting all the students taken care of and into the custody of their families which left only one person left to be questioned. As Izuku was starting to doze off after the hours of sitting alone, he was awoken by a plain looking man entering his little waiting room along with another officer and-

"Mr. Aizawa, you're ok!" Izuku exclaimed excited to see his teacher still in one piece. He was a little more banged up than Izuku overall, but not much worse for wear. Mr. Aizawa sighed.

"Ok problem child, what have you gotten yourself into." Izuku looked confused before the plain looking detective sat down in front of him. He didn't bring any kind of technology with him that would indicate an investigation.

"Hello Mr. Midoriya, I am Detective Tsukauchi and my quirk is Lie Detector; I can determine if anything said to me is a lie or the truth." The detective opened.

"Hm, that's really interesting" Izuku entertained, but he had a hunch where this was going.

"It took me a minute to get the information from your classmates and some of the villains, but what do you know about someone named the 'Demolition King?" Izuku's posture didn't change as he took in the information, but before he could respond the detective continued. "And why do your classmates believe you were specifically isolated by the villains before the rest of the class was transported?"

"This doesn't seem like the type of questioning you can just ask me especially without some kind of lawyer present." Izuku replied, but that was apparently the wrong response. The detective seemed to close his eyes for a moment before he started listing off some of the legal codes that Izuku may have violated.

"For all intents and purposes, you are a vigilante operating outside of the law, and with the evidence that we have, we could very easily put you away for a long time. Once we get the statements from the Asakusa police department, you'll be officially removed from the hero course and transferred to a maximum-security prison." At this point even Mr. Aizawa seemed taken aback by the direction this was taking, obviously he hadn't been informed of the whole situation.

At this point Izuku was accepting that this was the end of his hero career. He would be marked for his entire life, if they ever let him out of prison, for this. Either way he accepted the consequences, and if he had to do it all again then he would because everyone he helped made it feel like something so much greater than what the law called it. And doing the right thing was enough even if it came back to bite him in the ass.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the interrogation was interrupted. An officer walked in followed by what might as well have been two glowing beacons. Izuku's mother and Benimaru walked into the room. It had taken forever for them to get here, but better late than never in Izuku's books. His mom came straight across the room to embrace him while Benimaru and the detective stepped into another room.

Despite how old he had gotten; it was always hard not to cry when his mom cried. She hugged hm so tight that he swore she would squeeze the life out of him, but it was also nice especially after the day he had. His mom checked him over once before wiping her tears and rounding on Mr. Aizawa like a mother bear. Before she could tear into him though, Izuku put his hand on her shoulder to grab her attention and softly shook his head 'no'.

"This is my homeroom teacher and trust me he's had a rough day today he doesn't need anything else on top of that. Besides he literally flung himself at villains to try and save us." Izuku's mother mulled over the information before nodding to herself and walking straight up to Mr. Aizawa.

"Thank you for trying to protect my son." Inko said as she bowed in front of Aizawa. Izuku smiled softly at his mom's antics.

"You shouldn't give me too much credit. Honestly if it wasn't for your son there probably would have been several casualties from what I heard from the some of the students." Aizawa glared in Izuku's direction, but Izuku didn't think much of it. Honestly, he was just ready to get away from this whole situation. Conveniently enough the detective and Benimaru returned to the room not long after. The detective looked frustrated, but eventually he seemed to lose the emotion before addressing the room.

"Due to insufficient evidence, this police department will be releasing you after we get a statement of your interactions on the USJ incident, understood." Izuku could barely contain his smile.

"Yes sir!"

Eventually Izuku finished up and he, his mother, and Benimaru all made their way back to the train station to catch a late train back to Asakusa. His mother seemed to immediately collapse as the stress left her body and that left Izuku and Benimaru to chat on the ride back.

"So, how did you get the police station to drop the charges? It seemed like that detective was eager to put me away for a long time." Izuku started.

"It wasn't easy, but basically I told him that if this went to any kind of high-level, no citizen in Asakusa knows anything about your vigilante work. Basically, if he took it to court it would be villains you had already put away testifying against police officers and citizens." Benimaru replied.

"And that detective just accepted that?" Izuku questioned.

"No, but I then told him about how until this past summer Asakusa operated as an independent emergency services, and because of that the rules were slightly different and outside of his jurisdiction. Normally, you would have gone straight to jail, but because of the fact that before recently we didn't have any real government funding or heroes there was no one to answer to and the case falls outside of his jurisdiction completely."

Izuku stared with his mouth agape before he burst into laughter. It was hard to imagine that Benimaru had actually done some research, he never seemed like the type. He smiled as he thought back to all the hours, he spent working on the things Benimaru taught him. From simple things like how to throw a punch to concentrating and attacking with his quirk. It was such an amazing time, but it seemed so distant now.

"You know, Beni, it really brings me back, you and me laughing like this. The only thing missing is Maki and the old gang would be back together." Izuku was smiling, but Benimaru seemed to pale at the mention of his daughter. They had ridden together to campus, but it didn't feel quite right then. Thinking back, Izuku could barely remember how many times he had seen her since he stopped coming from training daily.

"If UA still holds their annual sports festival after this," Benimaru began, "you should absolutely be warry of Maki." Izuku paled thinking back to his numerous fights with Maki growing up. Not a single victory to his name yet. Even to this day, she was definitely his toughest opponent.

'Thanks for the advice, Beni." His former teacher sighed at the nickname, never really liking it personally, but always answering regardless. That marked the end of the conversation and Izuku let his mind wander. Thinking back to his fight today with the Nomu it was definitely sloppy in comparison. There were so many simple errors that flooded Izuku's mind and in retrospect there were so many options that he hadn't even explored yet.

The first issue he would have to address before anything was a talk with Mr. Aizawa and the principal. After that he could worry about fixing some of the holes he had noticed. First thing was changing his costume to be less revealing. Though it was good for his flames, if there was another way to manage them, he could easily begin working with a different fighting style. Had the Shigaraki or the Nomu been faster they could have easily taken advantage of Izuku's lack of covering and taken a leg. The thought alone was enough to make Izuku sick to his stomach.

He let his mind wander more as the city came into view. It wasn't the brightest, but the people there shined all the same. And as much as he regretted his actions growing up, he was also thankful. The possibility of meeting them only came to the table because of the way things were before he moved there. Izuku loved this city with all his heart and one day when he was a real pro, he would give everything back to the place that raised him.

The train came to a stop and Izuku's mother was fast asleep. He couldn't bring himself to wake her, so he carried her in his arms all the way home. She deserved a little rest after everything that had happened today, they both did. Izuku decided that once he got home, he would use the time off to let his injuries heal and avoid training as much as he usually did. Nothing extreme just a bit of work on controlling his quirk better at most. But that was a thought for another day. Izuku, for now, wanted to put this whole experience behind him and continue on his path to becoming a real hero.