Chapter 8

Spending hours pouring through the unnecessary documents that the government kept was never his forte. Even when he was in school he only dug through the boxes when he had to, not that he didn't understand it, heck they used the simplistic language and grammar structure he could've thought of. It was the fact that the work was incredibly tedious, especially when he didn't know exactly what he was looking for. He felt his shoulder muscle relax at the sound of Uraraka shuffling through the files behind him. "I'm surprised that you got us in here."

"I know some people." She muttered without breaking focus on the paperwork in front of her, she was in a rush, likely they weren't supposed to be in here. And they hadn't gotten the proper clearances to come into the room. He knew he didn't want a criminal record, but he wasn't going to have the person who had thrown Kirishima in jail hiding the evidence or paperwork that would help release him from his false incrimination. "What was the exact charge that Kirishima was put in for? If he's in for the wrong charge then we-"

"He shouldn't be in jail at all."
"The kid was underage, he was going to up at least with a fine and have his hero license revoked."

"The circumstances were what was important, he got that kid out of a bad situation."

"And the court would say that he should've handled it in a different way, not launching the kid back into that same dangerous situation except on an opposite viewpoint."

"I-"

Uraraka sorted through several more sheets of paperwork, glancing towards the printer before setting several documents to the side, "What I'm saying is that we can probably get his sentence reduced to at most a month from now, if he was sentenced to jail for murder and not for having an under-aged sidekick."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, that's exactly what Kirishima was in for he wasn't sure why they were searching around in unnecessary documents when he knew the truth, "You say this like you're positive"

"I've spoken with a professional, you think I would illegally dig around in these documents without something to back me up?" She muttered causing his grip on the folder he was holding to get tighter. That's exactly what he was doing, he had seemingly lost his idea of composure and not managed to fight off the impulse to dig through all of this paperwork in order to save Kirishima.

"You what?"

"Do you remember your lawyer? Well, I figured Kirishima's going to need another one and he did an excellent job, he's going to need to know this information too."

"There's nothing he can do with information he didn't get legally."

"Well, he needs a place to start. And then places such as news articles websites and various other documents he's able to reference. He'll find something."

Katsuki glanced towards Uraraka, pushing hair back to over her shoulder, revealing the scar that stretched to her neck likely subconsciously trying to hide it, "I'll trust him. But only this time because I owe him one."

Something in the documents had made her uncomfortable, the scar wasn't the only thing he had given her. He tightened his hands on the documents, habits and insecurities. "I'll make copies and make sure these are put back." She explained hustling the printer before hurriedly putting the documents back, "Surveillance photoage needs to be taking care of yet and we're good to go."

Katsuki flicked lit a flame on his fingers, examining the documents, "It's already taken care of." He scooped the documents into his arms brushing her fingertips. His fingers buzzed in response pleading with his brain to draw her back in. He shook his head, he didn't have time for nonsense that an average citizen would have indulged themselves into. He was busy working as one of the best heroes in the city and trying to get his best friend out of jail. He let his head lean against the seat watching Uraraka get into the driver's seat, surprised at himself that he didn't find the need to drive.

The seeing double from all of his overtime work to break even on the hours he had missed was probably a high contributing factor. "He's going to fine." Uraraka muttered keying the car before attempting to move into traffic. He watched her movements transfer from a girl who was making a get away from robbing a bank to driving as though she had belonged there within seconds.

"Did you want to get dinner?" He glanced towards her waiting for her reaction, she was thinking the situation over.

"I'd like to, but I promised Deku that I would meeting him later." Uraraka shook her head slowing for a light.

Figures that it'd be Deku, he glanced towards the outside not quite looking past the window. He was only being considerate since they had spent most of the last two days together and dinner from three days ago was likely still on that hotel room floor. But something left a terrible taste in his mouth, maybe he would cook for himself tonight just to be safe.

"Can you drop me off somewhere?"

"You couldn't read half of those papers in there. Are you sure it's safe for you to be anywhere by yourself?" She had noticed, no wonder she had taken the initiative and claimed the driver's seat before he could return to the vehicle.

"I want to visit Kirishima."