HOLMES

Sherlock smoked his pipe and puffed out a big noxious cloud. "Now, children, I heard your little powwow and you've done a fine job narrowing the list of suspects. A fine job I say. Why, as elementary as your school!"

"But this is high school!" Iida protested.

"Not nearly enough drugs for that." Sherlock rolled a bundle of leaves into a dollar bill, lit it with the end of his pipe, and took a hit of that. "Anyways, it's time for the real detective to get to work. Watson!"

"I have it right here, sir." The stone-faced policeman laid out a folding table. Sherlock dumped a plastic bag of white powder and snorted it through the burnt, dollar.

With bloodshot eyes and gaunt visage, Sherlock stalked about the room. "Yes, what a mystery, handprints of fire, but all the flame-wielding suspects are accounted for. If not a burn from fire, what other burns might there be? Perhaps, say, chemical burns. Burns from a particular class of chemicals best described as acidic."

Sherlock patted his coat. "Where is it, Watson."

"Where is what, sir?"

"My suitcase! I told you to bring it!"

"I believe your exact words were, sir, to pack everything into the trunk."

"Yes. Trunk. Another word for suitcase, best suited for long-distance travel."

"Ah. That specificity might have been helpful."

Sherlock glared at him. "Explain."

"Your stash of 'deduction aids' are currently sitting in the back end of the Rolls Royce back in London. Which one might also refer to as the trunk."

Sherlock turned Mineta upside down and shook him. "You're all juvenile delinquents. Surely you have some."

"Have some what?" Kaminari asked uneasily. When Sherlock scowled in his direction, Kaminari 'meeped' and said, "They have cameras everywhere. We can't keep stuff like that!"

Holmes rounded on Yaoyorozu. "Your Quirk. Creation, provided you know the molecular formula. Surely you can work a little Walter White magic."

"I can't make organic substances."

"Blast!" His eyes met Sato's. "Aha! You! White powder, left pocket, hand it over."

"Uh, sure, but I gotta warn you, it's not-"

"Spare me the lecture and gimme!" Sherlock inhaled the bag and promptly started coughing. "What the heck is this stuff!"

"Sugar."

"This is the worst nose sugar I've ever had. Are you sure you weren't scammed?"

"No, it's just regular sugar. For my Quirk."

Sherlock ran for the nurse's office. As he perused the painkillers, his eyes alighted on the jar of gummy bears. Before anyone could warn him, he shoved a handful into his mouth. Golden light shone from his eyes. "Your sins are laid bare before me. Kirishima, you skipped leg day."

"I sprained my ankle! I made it up, I swear!"

"Bakugo, you used a digital kiosk at McDonalds."

"I was in a hurry!"

"Yaoyorozu, you're a billionaire."

She shrugged. "Yeah, that's fair."

"And Mina, you-"

Holmes exploded into a shower of gummy bears. From behind them, Shaggy said, "Like, zoinks man! Now we've got two murders to solve!"

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When no one was looking, Sato dug deeper into his left pocket and pulled out a different bag of different white powder. "Like I'm letting anyone have my best sugar," he muttered.