"So, Midoriya-chan, I'm sure you have many questions after what happened yesterday." A grinning animal with a scar over his eye stared at Midoriya from across his desk. Next to him sat two people; one on either side. One man was tall, skinny, and had short black hair. The other could've easily been mistaken for a professional basketball player, being tall and filled with lean muscle. "This is Detective Tsukauchi, and you seem to be aware of the person on my other side, Toshinori Yagi."

Izumi was silent for a moment. Her eyes flicked over to Tsukauchi. Then to Yagi. Then back to Nedzu. "Alright."

"Are you familiar with Detective Tsukauchi?" The bear asked.

"No." The detective twitched. "I have never met him before." Twitch. "My favorite color is red." Twitch. "My favorite food is pancakes." Twitch. "I like coffee more than tea." Twitch. "My deepest ambition is to run away and join the circus." Twitch.

"I believe you've made your point," the detective cut in. "She's met me before, although I don't remember her."

"I was younger then," The teen pointed out.

Nedzu smiled. "That is how time works. For coherency's sake, Detective Tsukauchi here has a lie detector Quirk."

"Oh, really?" Izumi feigned surprise. "I didn't know that." The man twitched. Izumi resisted the urge to stick her tongue out.

"Could we have a few true and false statements to ensure that his Quirk is working to its fullest on you?" She swore the bear-rat-thing was grinning vindictively.

"Sure. I have green hair. I have green eyes. My name is Izumi Midoriya. Uh... I am proficient in both Japanese and English." Izumi listed off a few facts, and the detective nodded. "I am six feet tall, Endeavor is my favorite hero, and the Hokkaido Prefecture is the smallest prefecture in Japan." The detective twitched all three times. "I think that the detective twitching when he hears a lie is not a major drawback of his Quirk, especially when it's trying to be kept secret." The twitch this time was less noticeable, although Izumi noticed with mild amusement that, instead, the detective's eye twitched instead.

"Wonderful, wonderful." Nedzu clapped his hands. "We'd like to ask you a few questions. Refusal to answer will be taken as admission to guilt. Sound good?"

Izumi wanted to snort. 'Sound good?' She chortled internally. "Yeah, sure."

"Wonderful," the detective deadpanned. "We'll start with yesterday. Were you present in the USJ when it was attacked?"

"Yup." Izumi nodded. "I assume you need a verbal answer for your Quirk to activate?"

"Yes. Did you know that the attack was going to take place before the villains appeared?"

Izumi raised an eyebrow. 'Really? You think that I had something to do with it?' "No." The detective twitched. A breath of air was sucked in. "Wait, what?"

"How long before the attack did you know it was going to happen?"

"Wait, wait, wait, time out." Izumi held her hands up in a 'T'. "I didn't know the attack was going to happen!" The detective... did not twinge. "See?" She blinked. "Oh. I see, so that's how- I see. Okay, I knew about five seconds beforehand because I sensed a choking presence like... appearing." Izumi waved her hands. The detective, again, did not twitch. A breath was released. "Geez, that was mindfucking."

"My apologies, Midoriya-san. This is not intended to be stressful. However, yes, my Quirk does react with resolute specificity. Do you know who the League of Villains are?"

"The who what now?"

"A yes or no answer, please."

Izumi huffed, more amused than annoyed. "Alright. No, I've never heard of them." The detective twitched. Lime-green eyes rolled. "I've never heard of them before you mentioned them. Geez, that's a real bother." Finally, the detective cracked a smile.

"Yes, I suppose it is. I have only one or two more questions about the USJ events. Did you recognize any of the villains present?"

"No." Twitch. "Kinda." Nothing. "... Yes. I recognized one."

"Was he one of the criminals captured?"

"No. He was the blue-haired villain covered in hands."

Both the detective and Toshinori Yagi leaned forward in interest. Toshinori, Izumi realized, had bags under his eyes. It appeared he hadn't sleep well the previous night. "Alright. What can you tell me about him?"

Izumi sighed resolutely. "Not much. His name is Tomura Shigaraki , he has a Quirk called Decay which turns anything he lays his hands on to dust. He is very temperamental."

"Is that all you know about him?"

"Yes." Twitch. "No. But I'm not going to share more."

"Do you think it would be helpful in this investigation?"

"I don't know." Izumi replied honestly. She wasn't sure what investigation there was, or what they were looking into.

Tsukauchi nodded and leaned back, tapping his pen against his chin. "Alright. What do you think of the man sitting over there?" He pointed his pen at Toshinori.

Izumi frowned. This was the man who had been a blight upon her thoughts for much of the past thirteen or fourteen hours. "I... Uh, he told me his name was Toshinori Yagi. I first met him a few months ago, in this school." The detective twitched. Izumi breathed in sharply as the dots were forcibly connected within her brain. This was the option that she had hoped was incorrect. "He's... He's All Might." The detective did not twitch. Toshinori- All Might- sat backwards in his chair, slumping down as much as a seven-foot-tall man could slump down in a chair meant for someone two feet smaller than him.

"Well done, Midoriya-kun!" Nedzu praised.

The detective sent the principal a look. He turned back to Midoriya. "When was the first time you met All Might?"

Izumi was silent for a few moments. "I don't remember the exact date."

"Try to estimate," the detective pressed.

Izumi frowned. "About... six years ago, I guess."

"What was occurring when you met him?"

"I don't want to answer this question." That wasn't a lie, at the very least.

Tsukauchi raised an eyebrow. "Do you think it would be important to the USJ investigation?"

"No...?" Izumi tilted her head. 'Why would what he was doing six years ago be important now?'

The detective nodded resolutely. "Do you hate All Might?"

"No." The detective twitched. Toshinori's knuckles were white from the stress he was putting on them. And the entire time, Nedzu sat, sipping a cup of tea. "Yes." The detective... twitched again. Izumi blinked. The detective blinked. All Might blinked. Nedzu paused from drinking his tea for a moment, then resumed. "I don't know," Izumi finally spat out. "I want to, I don't want to, I don't know."

The outburst from the previously-calm girl startled Tsukauchi, but only served to make Toshinori sigh. "Uh... Alright. What reason would you have to potentially hate All Might?"

"I don't want to-"

"Please." Toshinori Yagi said his first word of the meeting. It was pleading. Regretful. It made Izumi want to stab the man and hug him at the same time. "Please."

Izumi pondered her options. Fighting out of the office wasn't unlikely, especially after what she had seen yesterday. Finally, she sighed and sat back down in her seat, absentmindedly realizing that she had even gotten up in the first place. "Fine. He didn't save my mother." All Might stilled.

"Is that the only reason why?"

"Yes." The detective twitched. "... He's become the sole pillar of our society. If he was to ever stop being a hero, society would start to break down due to the pressure placed upon it if it's not rectified." The detective did not twitch. The blond man's face paled and his chair creaked. Nedzu smiled behind his cup, but hid it expertly.

"Are those the only reasons why?"

"Yes." The detective twitched again. This time, Izumi made no move to elaborate.

"Answer, please." The detective requested.

Izumi started to scowl. "And what would I be admitting guilt to if I refused?"

"Nothing, Midoriya-kun," Nedzu assured. "This is no longer about the USJ investigation. You are free to leave at any time."

Izumi rose halfway, and then paused. Paused at how heartfelt the man - the Number One Hero - her former idol - had sounded when he asked for her to answer. And... a slightly vindictive part aided in her decision to sit back down as she plastered a smile onto her face. "Fine. I might hate him because he didn't save me." The words sounded so bitter coming out her mouth.

"Didn't save you?" Tsukauchi was offset by her personality shifts, no doubt. "Can you elaborate?"

Izumi's smile was still there, and just as obviously fake. "I'd love to." The detective twitched. She rose, and before a single man could protest she slid her shirt off of her head and dropped it on her chair. Her top half was now only covered by a bra, and many of her scars were exposed. The stabs, the slices, the slashes... the drills... the markings. The '00' near the base of her spine. And, above that, on her left shoulder blade, separated from her heart by only centimeters, the three letters. The ones that marked her as property. "A... F... O..." She enunciated every letter, slowly spinning around in order to look at the men's faces.

Tsukauchi's was horrified. That was to be expected. She probably looked like a prisoner of war or something. Nedzu was entirely still, his face no longer smiling. Instead, something akin to hatred glowed in his eyes. And Toshinori's... She didn't revel in his pain like she thought she would. It felt... empty, almost, as she stared at his pale face. His eyes held regret. No anger. No hatred. No disgust. Just... regret.

"I think you know what that stands for." She knew Toshinori did. It had been the first time she had ever truly met All Might, after all. When he fought All For One, and the man had beaten him soundly. Rather than kill him, rather than mortally wound him, her Papa had chosen to give the Number One Hero an old-fashioned kick in the side and told him to get stronger. As if he was disappointed. And he was.

"All For One..." All Might muttered. "I'm so-"

"Don't," Izumi hissed, getting in the man's face. "Don't you dare try to apologize. Words can never- never- make up for your failure."

The teen grabbed her shirt and slipped it back on. The detective finally nearly recovered, and asked her one final question. "Do you plan on telling anyone about All Might's condition or identity?"

Izumi didn't turn around as she grabbed the door handle. She gave the man one, final treat. "Yes." She didn't wait around to see Tsukauchi twitch.

"Damn." Tomura Shigaraki growled "Damn!"

"The mission was a failure, master." Kurogiri intoned.

"A failure?" A voice came in from over a speaker. "Even with my Nomu? How did you guys fail that badly?"

"It was not necessary to kill him here, Tomura," a deeper voice responded. "Although, it's good we did it under that cheap League of Villains name."

"We would've gotten him!" The young man raged regardless.

Kurogiri stepped forward and raised his 'hands' in a placating motion. "The plan was interrupted by one of the Nomu's Quirks failing at a crucial moment."

"Failing? My inventions never-"

"Enough!" A frigid cold blared through even the speaker at the man's tone of voice. "Explain."

"He's right, Sensei, they cheated!" Shigaraki complained. "Super Regeneration didn't recreate a blown off limb."

The mist-man nodded. "That is correct. Additionally, while a girl was being held hostage, she somehow managed to jostle the Nomu enough to get it to release her, and it seemed to be afraid of her afterward."

"Well, just ask it!" The higher of the two voices on the intercom sneered. "Unless you managed to lose it, too."

The room was silent for a moment before the suited being spoke again. "He was blown away. After losing his arm, Reflect was forced out too early, and All Might was not defeated."

"Tell me about the girl."

"Sensei-" It seemed the man didn't even care about not being able to kill All Might.

"The girl," the man pressed. "What was she like?"

"She had green hair, but most of her body was covered by a hero costume. What's more, she seemed to know-"

The man on the line cut the continued sentence off with what seemed akin to urgency. "Green hair? What color were her eyes? Think carefully."

Kurogiri hesitated. "They were also green... except, at one point, they were red. After the Nomu dropped her, I believe."

"Yeah, that's right," Tomura spat on the ground, glaring at the picture of All Might that had been slashed through on the wall. "That bitch ruined everything!"

When the voice over the intercom spoke again, it was noticeably gleeful. "Green and red, hmm?" He chuckled, a sound that made all three people hearing it shiver. "This is wonderful news. I would even dare to call this mission a success, then. And, Shigaraki..." The boy perked his head up.

"Yes, Sensei?"

"If you kill that girl, I'll kill you." All For One cut the communication line, turning around to stare at the picture on his desk of his daughter. "I'll see you soon again, Zero-Zero... I'm glad you've finally begun to accept your birthright, Izumi. Use the power you've been given. Get as close to me as you possibly can. I look forward to seeing the woman you've become."

Tomura Shigaraki glowered at the blank TV. "... Gah!" He finally shouted, flinging his uninjured hand towards some glasses, quickly beginning to dissolve them. Kurogiri sighed as he watched. Not wanting to listen to the outburst, the doctor hung up too, muttered as he did.

Intermittent words were heard. "Damn brats... lost... three..."Click.

Kurogiri sighed as he witnessed his second master rage. He couldn't do anything to stop this... even if he wanted to. His hand scratched absent-mindedly at his metal collar. He grinned in slight pain as the caught the groove of what had been carved into the metal. He'd find that girl that his Sensei was worried about. Maybe then- Maybe then... Maybe then, he'd start to remember.

And he'd do anything to remember.