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The worst day of his life was an under estimate. Naomasa was sure that this was the most miserable anyone had ever felt. How many other people can say they had to lead a police investigation at the site of their best friend's murder? To be fair, probably more then he originally thought, but that doesn't make it any less painful.

Naomasa felt simply horrific, and honestly just wished he could just go home and cry like a baby. But his honor wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't allow it.

Naomasa had to avenge Toshinori. Nothing else mattered.

After leading the investigation for an additional hour, no significant discoveries were made, and Naomasa eventually decided to turn in for the day, as the sun would begin to set soon.

Right now, the detective needed to speak with the other two men who received the message about "Eldia". The mysterious message both him and the other three had received and the assassin's messages both mentioned a group called Eldia, which definitely could not be a coincident.

As he abandoned this train of thought, Naomasa saw a familiar face as he approached UA's exit. Shoto Aizawa stood near the exit, wearing his usual exhausted face, but this time he seemed more so than usual.

"Since I can't speak with both of them right now, I might as well give Eraser Head a few messages" was the line of thought that led him to approaching the Pro-Hero.

"Hey, Aizawa"

The hero turned toward the detective exhaustedly and made the same sleepy expression as usual.

"What"

His attitude, as usual, was that of an impatient and tired old man. Looking down toward his wrist, Naomasa noticed a large bandage wrapped around the edge of his wrist, and a small trickle of blood running down his fingertips.

"Did you get injured?"

Sigh* "It's kind of rude to butt into other people's business" Shoto growled.

"Ah, sorry, I'm just tired. Anyway, I need to talk to you about-"

"I'm busy right now!"

Eraser Head suddenly snapped. His eyes held nothing but pure hatred and malice, forcing Naomasa to take a few steps back.

The hero quickly recovered however, shaking his head and apologizing.

"I'm sorry. I'm just stressed right now"

Aizawa sighed and turned to stare at the floor looking absolutely miserable. To be fair, the detective probably looked just as horrible, if not worse, but regardless, a third party appeared. The person that interrupted them was incredibly short and covered in fur.

"Wonderful, just the people I was searching for!"

The source of the voice was a small animal-like-creature who possessed an intelligence enhancing quirk. Principal Nezu.

"Hello, it is I, Nezu. First of all, I believe that we should hold a meeting later. I'll send the location and time later, but I would also like to give you both a warning before you leave"

The principal looked back on forth suspiciously before continuing his short message. He leaned toward them and whispered in their ears.

"I have reason to believe that us four, now us three, are being targeted by these murderers. I'll explain what I know later, and how they attacked is still unknown, though I have a few theories. As for why, I believe it's because we "know too much"."

The Principal checked his surroundings one more time before continuing.

"Watch your backs. You can never be too cautious, and I don't want anyone else dying. Understood?"

Like a group of children to their teacher, the investigator and the hero nodded. Finished with his mission, Nezu strutted off incredibly quickly, obviously trying to make the three targets not remain together as sitting ducks. The principal had vanished just was quickly as he appeared.

Eraser Head also l turned to leave UA, obviously not anxious for furthering the conversation. He did, however, look back once, an expression on his face that told the detective he wanted to say something.

But he didn't say anything.

He simply sighed and left the campus.

Everyone knew the Shoto and Toshinori didn't have the best relationship, and a large portion of people even thought they hated each other, and only worked together when it was absolutely necessary. Although the detective thought it was an exaggeration, he couldn't exactly deny its accuracy completely.

But now, for the first time, the thought crossed his mind; was there more to All Might's and Eraser Head's relationship? Based on Aizawa's emotional state, maybe they were closer than the world originally thought.

These were the thoughts he held as he made his way off the UA High campus, following a different path then Shoto. The path he took crossed the main gate, where a large crowd was still gathered, simply refusing to leave.

As he approached the front gate, he heard a familiar voice in the crowd of people trying to get in.

"Tsukauchi! Sir!"

The detective looked through the large gate around UA campus and spied a green-haired boy and a group of his friends running behind him. No! I can't talk to him right now!

"Tsukauchi! They won't let us in!"

"I'm sorry Midoriya, but the principal temporarily shut down the school so no students can enter the campus right now. It should work by tomorrow though..."

Izuku clenched the gate and lay bare his confusion. The other four characters soon arrived behind him as the detective gave his explanation.

This conversation was merely a diversion and was simply being used to avoid the main topic. And that topic was

"Is All Might really, umm, you know..."

The green haired boy jumped straight into it. He wanted to find the truth, so stalling would simply be stretching and prolonging the amount of time he'd spend confused.

Or rather, he already saw and heard the truth, so the fact that he was here was simply a childish denial. Rather than searching for the truth, he wanted salvation. He wanted someone to look him in the eyes and say, "don't worry, he's still alive".

The detective, however, was a man who cared for very little more than truth, which was why he became an investigator in the first place. A detective finds the truth no matter how awful that truth might be.

So, when the young green haired boy asked the detective for the truth, but actually wanted comfort, the detective's words, no matter how awful, were still directed toward the truth, rather than comfort.

"I'm sorry Midoriya"

The boy clenched the fence harder, realization flooding into his eyes, and his denial gave way to sorrow and pain.

"Y-you're joking right?"

Tears filled his eyes as he stared at the detective, who solemnly shook his head. The hope he held when he first heard the news had vanished. What it was replaced with was pain.

"N-no, I don't believe it! He has to be alive! He's the only one that- without him, who will-"

The boy's tears overflowed, and his friends behind him had similar reactions.

"I'm sorry, Midoriya"

And after the detectives third apology in this short conversation, he exhaustedly walked toward the exit.

Although Naomasa apologized many times for All Might's death, he didn't blame himself. What he felt instead was a pure, focused rage, bent on eliminating those that were actually responsible for his death.

Someone among Midoriya's friends was someone that felt the same, if no more so.

Katsuki Bakagou grit his teeth and pledged to avenge his inspiration, his teacher, and his friend.

The others, Kirishima, Ochako, and Eri (Kaminari chose to stay and inform everyone else about the incident) felt a grand mixture of perplexity, sorrow, denial, and rage. Although they felt as though they had simply lost a close friend, they hadn't fully understood the dramatic implications of what this death meant.

The Symbol of Peace was dead. If crime didn't shoot up before, it definitely would now.

All Might was gone. Without a hero standing in the spotlight with a broad smile on his face, the hope ordinary people held when evil struck would all but disappear.

Toshinori Yagi was dead.

A friend. Naomasa bit his lip.

A mentor. Katsuki clenched his fists, holding back the urge to scream.

A teacher. Ochako covered her mouth and stared at the floor.

A man. Kirishima cussed under his breath; pain evident in his voice.

A rival. Somewhere out there, a Flamehero was mourning his death.

A student. Just like the Flamehero, Gran Torino was no doubt morning his student's fall, and somewhere in a distant land, Toshinori Yagi and Nana Shimura, master and student were reunited.

And a father.

Unable to bare his pain any longer,Izukuburst into a sprint, running away from the group with tears pouring down his face. He needed to be alone.

"W-wait!"

Urarakacalled after him, but it was too late. Taking Eri's hand she ran in pursuit of the green haired boy.

After Deku's outburst, Katsuki raced off in a different direction, hoping to be alone as well, so that he might search for every clue the police had about the murder. This murder was personal, andBakagouwas bent on bringing justice.

After the four of them were gone, Naomasa continued his slow and exhausted walk toward his vehicle, leavingKirishimastanding alone in the crowd.

Why did things have to turn out like this?

Why?

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