My apologies for this announcement, as well as for the delay. I have fallen somewhat out of the BNHA fandom, and certain actions by the author has made it rather distasteful for me to reenter it. In other words, although an apology has been made, that the author has thought of naming his mad scientist character with the derogatory term for the victims of 731's human experiments is unacceptable to me. It would be the equivalent of a German writer of the Captain America comics considered calling Arnim Zola "Abraham Israel".
On the other hand, I do not think it polite to leave you hanging, therefore, I will post what I have already written, in addition to the bullet-point outline of how I intended the story to go.
"What do I hear about a All Might wounded?" Kabuto asked. In Nedzu's office, of course, which was about as secured as any part of UA could be, though randomly chosen classrooms had their own sort or security in randomness and obscurity.
"So it came out." Nedzu sighed grimly, "I suppose it would have, eventually. On the other hand, now that you know, I suppose we have a rather neat combination of factors here. If you are willing, you could stay here for your internship under Recovery Girl, which should create just enough distance between you and your classmates for our mole to feel comfortable approaching you."
"Probably." Kabuto shrugged, "It'll be an act of service either way, but I raise you a new one. How good is the surveillance system?"
"Less good than one could hope." The principal grimaced, "Sadly, when weighing privacy and security, we heroes came out on the side of privacy."
"Inconvenient." The spy snorted, "I was going to offer to teach everyone how to lie, then get you to observe their reactions. It'll definitely tell us something. And it's something to do before the Sports Festival."
"Reasonable." The furred mammal affected the very human gesture of tapping his chin, "This is a rather odd angle of attack, but I'll see what I can do. Naomasa should have a supply of pinhole cameras, as should Support… We'll bug one near the mess hall, you'll see the specifics on your homework when Aizawa gives it back. Now go off to your classes now, you can only go so fast through the ventilation system."
"Alright." Kabuto climbed onto Nedzu's desk, "Until next time, principal."
"Until next time, Kabuto."
He hoisted himself up, petting the security Roomba waiting at the entrance and stopping it from stabbing him-they were programmed to clean the vents of dust and attack people who weren't him, but the code was definitely far too buggy, given that they attacked everything in the vents, authorized or no.
They each let the other lead their conversations, than led them themselves.
Have you thought about my question, Nono-sensei? 'If a society is built upon suffering, shouldn't it be torn down?'"
Nono peeled off her bloody gloves and dropped them into one of the biohazard containers helpfully provided, "That is not for me to answer. All I can do is heal, and lessen the suffering in the world. Too many are forgotten, too many are lost, too many become caricatures that none ask after. But I ask this in return: isn't a world built from the ashes of the old also one built upon suffering?"
She reexamined the man's digestive tract. It was functional.
He couldn't breath without the tubing yet, which was intentional. Much more crippling in a fight than not being able to eat solids. She would admit that she was viciously amused at image of the emperor of the underworld maneuvering about his tubing to manage certain bodily functions.
"But neither is moral than the other." All for One pointed out, "And at our rage is not unprovoked."
The Miko let herself be led, "It is far to easy to turn a blind eye. People must be forced to pay attention, and the only way…"
"Is with something too great to be ignored." The villain prompted.
One coaxed information out of the other, "Tsubasa-sensei has been giving me a list of effective medications. He has, however, failed to explain why most of them were in dosages great enough to kill."
"Ah, Nono-sensei, I'm afraid that I have enough healing quirks that I need a kick to my medicine, or so Tsubasa-sensei says."
"No pain dulling Quirk?" She raised a cheerful eyebrow.
"None that would work in such a context, I'm afraid." All for One chuckled.
"Let me guess," the spy returned dryly, "You have one that activated during childbirth, and it only works then."
"That would be terrible." Ichirou grinned, "And I'd hardly take a Quirk that doesn't cause any harm."
"You might exchange one though." Nono laughed, carefree, "And I hardly think pain-dulling quirks would be a waste in your repertoire, given how much you fight."
"Fighting usually involves other quirks." Ichiro shrugged.
"And how many of them involve damaging your body?" A doctor tut-tutted with expected disapproval.
It was easy to coax the man into disclosing more than he should, when she was not a threat and so pleasant a conversation partner. Social isolation was more common than one might think with criminals.
"Tenya-san." Kabuto coughed lightly, "I was wondering if we could have a class meeting? I think that, given the circumstances, I have something I need to say to everyone."
"Of course!" The class speaker confirmed, "Thank you for coming to me, Kabuto-san! It will be very easy to arrange a time and place. In addition, I believe it is Kirishima's turn to take care of our Noumu Enji, therefore, would you mind reviewing the nutrition mix balances with him?"
"With pleasure, Tenya-san." Kabuto agreed, "Enjoy your lunch!"
Two days later, everyone was perched or seated or sprawled upon somewhat horizontal surfaces with Kabuto at the fore. The spy clapped his hands, "All right, everyone! Given the fact that we're going to be having a Sports Festival despite the villain attack, there will definitely be a plague of reporters, or should it be a flock? Maybe a swarm? Anyways, we definitely need to have a conversation, because if they were willing to break the law once, more than once, actually, but you know that it has definitely happened once, they'll definitely be willing to accost all of us. So, lying lessons-or, since we're supposed to be heroes, public relations lessons."
"What the fu-?"
"And yes, Katsuki-san, that applies to you in particular."