Himeri pinched her brow feeling a headache coming. Her whole morning was shit, as always to be honest. The work was boring as always, some random pedo on the street, two robbers, one guy was being unbearable screaming that he'll commit treason… But she would much rather has monotonous cases then… whatever this was.

Midorima Izuru–or whatever this man-child's name was–was fucked up. He said so many unbelievable things that any officer in the hearing vicinity started snorting halfway through, except Himeri's quirk was ringing like crazy, meaning that the man said only the truth. Sole, unbiased and not in the least mended truth.

"Okay Midorima—"

"Midoriya."

"Right, Midoriya. So… what do you expect us to do with this?"

The man-boy looked at her as if she was an alien.

"Imprison me for murdering over six hundred people and notify heroes, so they can stop my father maybe?" he asked with venom in his voice. There was some sort of feral wildness in his eyes, that made Himeri think hard about sheer hysteria that will happen once any information of him and his history leaves the building. Imprisoning him and quieting the whole case would be an easy option. But Himeri was a woman of honor even if she was tired and on the verge of snapping. And that kid was obviously manipulated. He said it himself and her quirk counted it as loud, loud truth.

"Do you really think this would be the best approach to this situation?" she said massaging her forehead. She briefly contemplated if it would be acceptable to just lay her had on the table to absorb some of its coolness. She needed coffee. And painkillers. And some sleep, twelve hours would be enough. Fuck, she was hungry too. Some mochi wouldn't hurt right now.

"Yes." A ringing in her head told Himeri that he was absolutely and completely sure that he was right. Aw hell nah.

"Listen. You were manipulated into doing all… this," she said carefully. The boy answered with a flat look and a nod that set off the ringing again. So maybe he wasn't broken but just cracked and conditioned. She could work with that. "So, it wasn't your fault."

"It is." And there goes ringing!

"Tell me how is this your fault!?" she snapped, hitting the desk and then immediately regretted it when the boy flinched. Fuck, fuck, no, she needed to calm down. "So—" she was about to apologise but the boy cut her off.

"I snapped out of it on my own! So I could probably do that earlier! And yet I didn't! I kept killing them! I remember the taste of blood of every single one!" he screamed and oh, oh, okay, that was…

what the hell.

What. The. Hell.

Himeri didn't sing up for this.

There was a voice in her head telling her to finish the paperwork, cuff the boy, get him to the cell and call it a day. To deal with him later or just tell one of the interns to prepare all the necessary paperwork needed to change his status from civilian to a criminal. Maybe even a villain, he mentioned using his quirk right?
But there was also a second voice telling her to go ape shit and fling herself under the car.
And the third that periodically told her to pluck out her nails.
And fourth telling her to quit job and get back to her father's farm.
And yet she was still alive, in a city, with a stable job and perfect manicure thank you very much. She knew how to ignore the voices.

"Do you hear yourself?" she asked calmly. The boy looked at her with disbelief. "I asked something, answer."

Midori-something opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again—right, Midoriya—took a deep breath and stuttered a broken yet powerful "Yeah" that set of ringing in her head once again.

"Then tell me Mr Justice, what really snapped you out of literal hypnose and mind manipulation," she said with a side of salt. Gods help her, she may be actually able to put some sense in his head.

"I don't know!" he said. Except there was no ringing.

"Gotcha," Himeri smiled slyly. "You just lied to me. Now tell me the truth."

"What?" the boy looked genuinely surprised at her statement. "No, I just said the truth! I don't know!" he was getting defensive. Not good, not good.

Himeri sighed deeply, both glad for the lack of ringing in her head and feeling much more tired at the boy's refusal to accept the truth.

What was she supposed to do with him? His hands shook violently as he looked at her with some wild look in his eyes she couldn't decipher.

Suddenly her eyes lit up as the voice number four made itself known again. She lightly tapped boy's hand to make him focus.

"Hey, kid, it's not like I can jail you anyway and it will be days until there will be any decision concerning this whole bullshit," she began carefully, "Gods above I'm sure we don't have heroes that can deal with someone like your father if what you said about his quirk is true…" and it was, her quirk never lied. "What would you say about staying with me for a few days? We may work out a solution." And by "her" she meant her genius father and brother. They would know what to do. They were always better at emotional bullshit.

The boy stared through her like he was looking at her soul, blinked and tensed.

"Why?"

"Damn you kid and your questions. Because."

"I-I'm not a kid! I'm an adult." Still no ringing. Ha!

"Maybe physically. But certainly not mentally." The kid dared to look frustrated. "Come with me kid. I'll help you somehow."

He looked at her again, with piercing gaze. His clenched hands trembled slightly as he gave her a short nod.

"Okay."