Chapter 3

He tightened his noose the same color as his uniform and supposed to be worn on formal occasions around his neck, he glanced towards the mirror, it was the perfect way to get him killed with a sneak attack. Damn, formal occasions. Damn this stupid tie that should just properly be called what it was, a noose. And most of all damn this situation.

Katsuki scratched the back of his head doing his best not to punch the mirror in. Maybe he should go with the silk blue clip on tie instead. That way if any villains appeared they wouldn't have a pre-set up device to strangle him with.

A knock came at the door. "Deku if that's you, just let your shitty-shelf in! I know I've got to go!" He snapped. He didn't want to see Midoriya's face right not, especially when he knew that dumb Deku had already decided that he was going to lose this case. He was on the other half's side after all.

The door slid open and precautiously, Katsuki felt his shoulders relax and throw the guard up at the same time as Uraraka stepped into his hotel room. He glanced towards her wrists, a habit of his since, well, injuring her. Without need. And he would be his left foot that the news had noticed how she covered her burns the next day. "Hey, I talked to my company, they said they're working on getting you a good lawyer."

He tightened his tie. After causing a permanent scar on what the news was starting to call their combat angel, he knew he had no hope in getting a lawyer. He was planning on winging the courtroom brawl. It couldn't have been much different from the battlefield. "I'll be fine." He growled removing the tie again.

"You're planning on losing." She whispered, a look that borderlined a mixture of guilt and worry flowed through her eyes. The pain had been recurring in her eyes the way glitter stayed even after days of cleaning, there was was always an extra speck left. And in the same light, it angered him. As though each time he tried he knew there would be more.

"I don't lose. I plan on being number one and number one doesn't loose."

He could see her movements as she physically took a breath, before nodding, this wasn't a battle just for him. She was going to have to stand in the courtroom designed by residents of hell. He grinded his teeth, he didn't want to her to know the words they were going to throw at him. Not for the first time he thought about how those people who lived in the courtrooms should be required to hold positions where they would at least have to consider the possibility of being in these situations themselves. Uraraka moved her bag shuffling out so paperwork, "The case is being heard in the hero's courtroom and this is our judge." She removed a picture handing it to him. He scrutinized the picture, it was going to be hard to bite his tongue, this judge was not his favorite. And the only reason Kirishima had anything on his record. As straight forwards as Kirishima was there was absolutely no reason for him to have lost the case. But they were up against the same opponents. Same judge and same hero's-have-rights activist group.

"He's your judge, not mine. This judge wants me in jail. Especially with how I got away with tearing his house to bits."

Uraraka's eyebrows pulled together as she attempted to suppress a laugh. "You did what?" She smiled.

"I was after Kirishima's case, I was angry." He grumbled, grabbing his jacket and opening the door where Deku remained silently waiting for the two of them to remerge.

Uraraka's smile fell, and she managed to return herself back into her profession, "I hope they pay that lawyer well." She whispered.

Katsuki let his glance gaze over Deku, dressed in a traditional suit that shade of his usual color. "Going to goad for when the activists win? Ain't happening." He growled, a small smile attempted to trace its way onto Deku's lips, mostly out of nostalgia.

"I'm going to guard Uraraka, you don't know how many of those people might actually be crazy." Deku sighed. He knew. Especially after one of them punched Kirishma in the face, while on the stand, and Kirishima still lost. The media didn't say a word about that, not a single word.

"Aizawa-sensei always did hate the media, I guess it's our turn to know personally why. We should visit him soon." Uraraka sighed.

"What? Tell the old fart I'm a convict now?" Katsuki snapped, feeling the irritation accompany the sweat from the smoldering sunlight. This was not a date to be wearing a suit and tie. He wanted to be out, wearing his hero gear, patrolling, and getting his mind off of everything.

Deku shook his head, "Contrary to your belief not everyone's against you. Kaachan I'm on your side."

"The last person I believed was on my side is sitting in jail right now."

Deku took a step back, "We all liked Kirishima, but what he di-"

"He didn't do anything wrong! His sidekick was way older than we were when we first experienced anything close to danger."

"Kirishima was-"

"Stop talking like he's dead! He's sitting in jail for no fucking reason! And if you say that concussion-induced judge is anywhere near right! We both knew Kirishima! And he was trying to keep that kid out of a life of crime! And you would know this if you'd bother stop for one-half-baked second got your head out of your ass and asked around about your old classmates!" Katsuki snapped, he felt like ripping Deku's head off, right there and then. Hey, if he was going to follow Kirishima to jail for something he didn't do, why not add something he did do to the list?

Deku opened his mouth again, the blur of words he was no longer compromising, he was smarter and quicker than Deku, but after the week he was having there was no point on keeping it together. He had the right to lose it.

"You weren't the one standing there when your best friend, someone who was strong enough to keep your back in battle all of these years, put his head in his hands and bawled that he's going to jail and the only thing he's going to remember of the outside world is his kid-sidekick laying on the floor. You weren't the one who stood there unable to do anything as Kirishima pulled that boy into his broken arms and bawled. Do you know what to have someone so strong absolutely lose it in front of you? And you weren't the one who had to bury the kid not much bigger than ice-boy's is now!"

Katsuki could feel the stares, this wasn't the most strategic situation on the way to a courtroom hearing where he had been lucky enough not to be put in a cage when court wasn't in session. "Kaachan, Kaachan!" Uraraka's voice seemed so far away as she shook him off of Deku's collar.

Katsuki glanced around the rubberneckers scurrying on with their days putting their phones away before they could finish opening the camera applications. Deku's look of pity crossing his face. Disgust welled inside him, he didn't want Deku to know any of these feelings in the slightest, "Kaachan, you were there?" Deku whispered.

"I was late, okay? I was too late. The only reason Kirishima lost his case was because he believes he should be sitting in that cell."

"And you believe that you should be too." This time it was Uraraka she hadn't spoken in a while. His rage seemed to have blindsided him, forgetting that everything around him, except for his junior high punching bag and high school continuous concern. Katsuki watched the smoldering diffuse from Deku's collar. It wouldn't be good to go into the courtroom with him smoldering. He was going to lose. "Going in there isn't going to get Kirishima out."

"-"

She cut him off, "Listen to me Katsuki, listen to me well. There are various things that you still have to do from the outside, and you can't get the sources and material you need to save Kirishima from in there. Look me in the eyes and promise me, you're going to get him out. From the outside." She crossed her arms, tapping her foot. She wasn't going to let him go into the courtroom with this attitude.

Katsuki paused. She was the only other person that he truly trusted to have his back. And now way was he going to have her feeling like he did currently. "We're going to win. That's what the number one does. They win and they keep winning."

Katsuki pressed a hand against the courtroom door. "Begin Case of Hero Court. Hero: Katsuki v. Hero's Rights Committee."