Shinsou was two bites into his bento when Mina slammed her hands on the lunch table, causing Bakugou to explode his chopsticks into splinters.

"What the fuck, Raccoon Eyes?!"

"Can we pleeeeaaaseeeee just go do it now?" Mina bemoaned, while dramatically swinging her arms so violently that she hit Sero's shoulder, "I can't stand the waiting any longer! Let's go kick some ass!"

Sero was too used to her antics to be even slightly disturbed by her actions and continued eating in peace. "Mina, 1-B is eating lunch too. We have to catch him at a time when he can't run away. We'll do it when class starts up in like, ten minutes. Chill."

Kaminari was visibly just as antsy, and Shinsou would be lying if he said he wasn't at least unnerved. There was no polite and quiet way to tell a student they were being found responsible for two injuries, breaking and entering, and of premeditating a series of attacks. At first, he'd tried to get the others to come up with a particular plan, but the squad seemed to work best on impulse. They could hardly control their actions alone, much less try and wrangle the lot of them into acting as one.

A clean set of chopsticks was pulled from Kirishima's pocket and handed to the blonde because if anyone was prepared for 'Blasty' to ruin various objects it was his honorary boyfriend. Bakugou took them without a 'thank you' and resumed his eating. Eijirou just smiled and returned to his beef, leaving the steamed vegetables pushed off towards the side of his plate.

Denki was caught up in the fervor, "So which of us is going to do the whole speech? Can we do this Phoenix Wright style? Do we even know what we're saying? Would we get in trouble with Vlad if we called Monoma small-dicked while we do it?"

Shinsou put a calming hand on the blonde's thigh. "If nobody minds I'd like to do it. Monoma and I need to clear the air after the 1-B fight anyway. Which means we should probably not mention dick sizes."

Some seemed disappointed but he still received nods from around the table, and then the six teenagers went back to finishing their lunch. There was a hum of underlying tension, and Kaminari-as he often does- decided to bring some levity.

"So my Mom is thinking of getting a dog. A fluffy one with a cute dumb face."

"Like you?" the purple haired boy joked, and afterward got an affectionate elbow for it. "Though so help me if it's a Golden Retriever."

"Because that would mean another blonde in that house?" Mina pitched in.

"Is there any other possible reason?" Hitoshi deadpanned.

"Alright, you moronic dickbasket. We're onto you and your jealous fuckery!" Bakugou called after he'd slammed the 1-B door open with a kick and stood with his hands already sparking.

Guess we aren't following the plan.

Shinsou stepped forward, "Vlad-sensei, we have reason to believe that Monoma Neito has been threatening and harming students in our class. We wish to speak with both you and him about the evidence we have."

Monoma stood from his desk in a rage, "You're accusing me? Kan-sensei, are you going to let them get away with that?!"

Vlad looked exasperated, "you kids couldn't have waited until after the lesson? I understand 1-A and 1-B are not the best of friends but there is a time and a place for your rivalry."

Shinsou had always liked Kan-sensei. He had a bulldog named Bathory that he let him play with a couple of weeks ago. The purple haired boy felt a bit guilty that they'd had to interrupt him.

"It's ok because Aizawa-sensei sent us to get him!" Mina blurted.

Damnit Mina why would you say that? We are so screwed later.

This made Vlad raise his eyebrows, "Aizawa sent you? Why didn't he come himself?"

"Yes, Mina," Aizawa asked, standing and looking disapprovingly, from behind the six kids, "Why didn't I come myself when I supposedly sent you to harass 1-B?"

Kirishima blanched, "Uh...hey there sensei."

"Shinsou, I expect this kind of thing from Bakugou's group but I thought you were above jokes like this."

Hitoshi couldn't help but feel sadness at being chastised by his father, but he wouldn't let that get in the way of justice. "It's not a joke, da- Aizawa sensei. We've been looking into all of the possibilities and this is a serious accusation."

Vlad arched a silver eyebrow. "Mind telling me what all of this is about?"

Aizawa leaned against the door frame, looking legitimately concerned now that he'd heard his son explain. "I believe my students are trying to stop whoever has been attacking 1-A and have come to the conclusion that Monoma is the culprit. What they should have done was leave this to the teachers, but clearly that ship has sailed."

Mina perked up, "does that mean you'll arrest him, sensei?"

Their teacher sighed, "I am not arresting anyone, but I will be speaking with Monoma. Principal Nezu and other staff have come to a similar conclusion. We find that suspicion is warranted."

Vlad looked at his pupil sadly, "Neito, you are my precious student but laying a hand on a classmate is inexcusable. You are to go with Aizawa-sensei now and I suggest you be honest."

"You can't possibly let them take me, Sensei!" Monoma cried.

Kendou gave the boy a concerned look and then turned to their teacher with a pleading expression. "Kan-sensei, do you really think so little of Neito?"

The blood quirk user appeared torn, "I believe that Monoma is innocent, but if the teachers all think he deserves to be questioned I cannot get in their way. Hopefully, this will be sorted out soon enough. Until then I ask that everyone cooperate."

1-B looked distressed, but they'd go to the ends of the earth for their teacher and had no choice but to listen. Monoma stayed standing by his desk and made no attempt to move toward the doorway.

"Neito," Vlad repeated.

"...Yes, sensei." It was easy to see the boy looked betrayed, but he followed orders and walked up to Aizawa. His haughty attitude quickly returned to him, his face changing in a second to one of indignation. "I think you'll find I've done nothing wrong and I look forward to seeing you shamefully 'question' an innocent man. Once again your class proves to be stellar at shaming UA's reputation."

Aizawa waved his hand dismissively, thanked Kan quietly, and put a hand on Monoma's shoulder to steer him from the room. The six students from 1-A, and Neito, followed Aizawa silently. They walked through the hall and into an empty nearby classroom.

"You kids stay outside. I'll get you when we're done talking."

The Bakusquad made various noises of complaint, but agreed to hang back. Monoma stood beside their teacher looking as pompous as he was miserable. Aizawa closed the door behind them, the 1-A kids hearing a soft "now start talking," before the click of a lock.

"The teachers think he did it too!" Mina was waving her arms excitedly, and the feeling was mutual.

"Dude, Dadzawa was so cool in there!" Kaminari pulled on Shinsou's sleeve, "do you think he'll tell us what the teachers said? Could you son-guilt-trip him into that?"

Hitoshi snorted, "no, but Mic will."

"Are you fuckers actually okay with not hearing what the little assrag is saying right now? We should be in that room."

Kirishima did his best to console him, "I'm sure Aizawa will take care of it. Monoma probably wouldn't talk in front of us anyway."

Sero leaned forward and pressed his ear up against the door. After a moment he turned back to the others, "If you listen close you can totally hear them."

The six teens scrambled into a position where each of them had enough space to hold an ear against the crack of the door. They probably looked ridiculous but it let them hear the conversation taking place inside.

Aizawa sounded as tired and bored as ever, "You'll be in a lot less trouble if you speak up now."

"I refuse to say anything to those who would assume I could do such a thing!"

"That defense will go over real well with Principal Nezu. Want to try again?"

They heard a shuffle followed by a foot kicking a desk and a long whine. "This isn't fair!"

"Neither is hurting other students, but here we are."

"Being an inconsiderate lapdog of twenty children is hardly appropriate. Shouldn't you act like a teacher for once in your life?"

"If you think being annoying is going to make me leave then you've clearly never met Present Mic."

Kaminari giggled and the others quickly hushed him. The voices from inside stopped.

The six teens froze in place, hoping the blonde hadn't blown their cover. Then they immediately proceeded to fall on their faces when Aizawa opened the door.

"Ouch, fuck!"

"I promise we weren't listening!" Mina looked up from the floor and made innocent eyes at their thoroughly unimpressed teacher.

Aizawa let out a heavy sigh before stepping back. "If you're going to eavesdrop at least step inside. You'll have the whole student body over here if you keep that up.

The teens untangled themselves from each other and entered the room properly. Aizawa shut the door behind them and re-locked it.

Monoma huffed, "You easily allow such insolence, Aizawa-sensei? Ridiculous."

"Don't talk to Dadzawa that way you tiny-dicked idiot!" Sero fist-bumped Kaminari for defending their teacher, but primarily for bringing the kid's dick size into the conversation.

Their sensei groaned into his hands but resumed questioning afterward.

"Look, kid, do you honestly want Kan-sensei to be even more disappointed with your actions? I think you've embarrassed your class enough for today."

Oof. Going straight for the disappointed sensei attack.

Monoma was silent in his contemplation. When he looked back up to meet Aizawa's eyes there was a resolve that wasn't there before. "Promise me you'll make it stop."

"Make what stop?" Kirishima asked.

"I'll do the questioning here, Kirishima." Aizawa sighed into his hand, "make what stop, Monoma?"

"The war between our classes."

Bakugou scoffed, "the only person who believes our classes are warring is you. What the hell did 1-A even do to you?"

"You know exactly what you all did. I am willing to forgive that provided you stop this battle."

Kaminari looked at him askance, "So you do know what's going on?"

Monoma shook his head, "It started off as a joke. I just wanted to mess with you.."

"A joke ?" Shinsou cried, "There's no war between our classes! Why are you treating this like it's some kind of game?"

Monoma became furious. "Does this feel like a game to you? Some little general education kid gets his big wish and finds himself in the special hero class. Not 1-B. You fought on our side too before you transferred, but your precious ' father' wanted you in his course. Not 1-B. When villains attack or people get kidnapped, who has the big victory? Not 1-B. You think you're so very special, don't you? Too good for us? If your sensei wasn't using you to fuel that idiotic fantasy family of his you would never have stepped foot in a hero class. Now you're all popular and impressive. How lovely. Another stellar member of 1-A. Our sweet, strong, and precious 1-A."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Monoma," Aizawa boomed, "did you or did you not hurt Kirishima and Ojirou?"

"Do you really believe you deserve the answer to that?"

Bakugou gave Monoma the middle finger, "Go lick a wall socket, stopwatch."

"Hey!" Kaminari whined.

"Fine, go drop your toaster in the bath next time you're in it." Bakugou turned to Denki, "Happy now?"

"Shut up!" Monoma hissed. "What kind of world makes such a lesser class achieve all of the things yours has? You're all blathering idiots but you still win the sports festival and the class battle practices. Can't you see why this is a problem?" His fists were as clenched as his teeth, his face remaining as red as it had been since he'd started his earlier speech. "I just wanted us to be special. We deserve the limelight. 1-B has been nothing but made fun of!"

Aizawa crossed his arms, his face still expressionless, "and this is your solution? Are you saying you admit to being responsible for this?"

"I might believe your class deserved the scare it got," he replied, "However, that doesn't change the fact that you've got the wrong man. I know exactly what's happening but I'm not the one behind this. If you don't stop them soon someone is going to get more than just a few scrapes and bruises." Monoma lowered his voice, his face looking frightened, "At this rate, someone will die."