Chapter 7

Impulse control, it was the one thing he prided himself on. He knew his classmates hadn't thought he had an ounce of it in his body, and maybe right now he didn't. If he had as much as he prided himself for then he wouldn't of been pounding on Deku's door, Uraraka doing her best to pry him off of it. "Deku, get your ass out here!"

Katsuki clenched his fist managing to keep himself from burning down the door or ripping it open when he finally opened the door, "How the hell did you get ahold of these?"

Deku turned back into the room steadily heading into the kitchen where he was already preparing three mugs, "You're not the only one worried about Kirishima, the whole class is, and you'd be surprised what you can do when you don't have all of the guard's collars wrapped in your fist."

"It was only half of them! I needed answers."

"And we're getting there. The problem is he's already convicted, meaning everyone but the one's who know him think he's a cold-blooded murderer."

"He's not-" Katsuki was ready to rip Deku's head off and not just metaphorically. He was wrap his hands around Deku's neck, Uraraka arms wrapped around his shoulders slamming him back into his senses.

"We know that, but we have to prove that to the world."

Katsuki took a breath struggling to calm himself, he knew that already. But why should he have to prove to the damn world that Kirishima was innocent? Why wasn't the world looking for the boy's actual killer? What the hell did he owe the world that hadn't given him anything, but was taking and taking from him?

"You don't owe the world anything. But we need to do this for Kirishma." He glanced towards Deku, "We understand you're frustrated right now, but don't you think the rest of us feel the same?"

"Why do you have these?" He knew he didn't sound like someone who prided himself on impulse control, nor did he seem to act as such through a first glance, but right now impulse-control was the last thing he had on his mind.

Deku's face scrunched as though he was staring at a patient who was in denial of their broken arm, "That kid's alive, and he set Kirishima up."

Katsuki paused, letting the information sink in. The last thing Kirishima had seen was the kid's lifeless body, the reason he was sitting in jail, he had buried the kid himself. "This joke isn't funny." The words left in a smooth growl before his brain could even completely process the irritation that was steadily rising within his skull.

"I'm serious."

"You're going to have to prove it with more than just these papers, I have several hours of my life screaming that you're wrong." Deku was going to need some evidence to prove that he was right, such as a body, still kicking and screaming. "While you play with the fanatical idea of a person being brought back to life I'm going to find the kid's killer." Katsuki swung on his heel storming down the stairs, the only thing that surprised him in the entire conversation was the fact that Uraraka was steadily trailing after him. "If you're going to complain or tell me that I need to apologize to Deku, then you can chuck that idea in the garbage heap."

Uraraka shook her head, "You know, we should consider the possibility of a shape shift though."

He nodded that was information he was already working on, he also needed to process if there were currently shapeshifters with the quirk to copy other people right down to their DNA and their memories, he needed to know how extravagant this was.

"If the kid were alive, considering the fact that Kirishima, who was the most honest and straight forwards out of all of us, is the one sitting in jail now, and the fact that his trial was the quickest one I had ever seen, do you think that he was set up? And who would've done such a thing to him?"

Katsuki took a staggered breath, right now he didn't know, but he would. He would have the kid's killer take Kirishima's place and he would find who had set Kirishima up.