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It had been one month since the world stopped pretending everything was fine.
One month since the International Sports Expo had been reduced to rubble by an unknown foe.
One month since the name Izuku Midoriya—once spoken with hope—had become wrapped in suspicion.
And one month since Izuku Midoriya himself had been placed under custody.
The irony was bitter.
The boy who had saved the world more times than the public could count was now being investigated as a potential collaborator in its destruction.
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All Might's Interrogation
Toshinori Yagi—known to the world as All Might—sat stiffly in the interrogation room, hands folded on the table, his usual smile completely absent.
Across from him sat a man who radiated irritation, sharp intelligence, and a complete lack of patience.
Shoda Akira.
The world's most famous detective.
A legend in international criminal investigations.
And—unfortunately—an old colleague of Tsukauchi.
"So," Shoda said slowly, rubbing his temples, "let me summarize to see if I've understood this correctly."
All Might nodded once.
"You're telling me," Shoda continued, "that the boy currently being detained is the biological son of the most dangerous villain in recorded history."
"Yes."
"And that same boy is also your chosen successor."
"Yes."
"And," Shoda leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing, "he's been working closely with you for over three years."
"…Yes."
There was a long pause.
Then—
"AH—GOD DAMN IT, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS NIGHTMARE?!"
Shoda slammed both hands on the table and shot to his feet, pacing furiously.
"This is the kind of plot twist bad novels reject!" he yelled. "Do you have any idea how insane this looks on paper?!"
All Might didn't flinch.
"…Even if he is the son of All For One," All Might said calmly, voice steady despite the weight in his chest, "I know that boy."
Shoda stopped pacing.
"I can say this with zero doubt," All Might continued. "Among all the heroes I've known—past and present—Midoriya Izuku shone the brightest."
He clenched his fist.
"He would never be involved in something like this."
Shoda stared at him for a long moment.
"…You're either the most sincere man I've ever met," he muttered, "or the most dangerously blind."
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Endeavor's Interrogation
If All Might's interview was tense—
Endeavor's was explosive.
Shoda barely finished sitting down before the room felt ten degrees hotter.
"So," Shoda said carefully, "you're currently the Number One Hero."
Endeavor crossed his arms. "State the obvious somewhere else."
"…Did Izuku Midoriya ever show signs of collaboration with villains?"
Endeavor's eyes snapped to him.
"Don't talk about my son-in-law."
The room went dead silent.
"…Your what?" Shoda asked faintly.
"Son. In. Law," Endeavor repeated, voice like thunder.
Shoda visibly startled.
"Sir—this is part of an official investigation. Please cooperate."
"I hate to admit it," Endeavor said, jaw tight, "but that boy is more of a hero than I ever was."
Shoda froze mid-note.
"He has fire in him. The kind that can change the world."
"…You're saying this even knowing he's All For One's son?"
Endeavor scoffed.
"Blood doesn't define who a person is," he snapped.
"If it did, Shoto would've turned out to be a piece of shit like me."
He leaned forward.
"Izuku changed my family. He's like my son too."
His glare burned.
"And I will not tolerate you arresting my son. Release him. Now."
Shoda made a mental note to never make this man angrier than he already was.
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Inko Midoriya
If Endeavor was fire—
Inko Midoriya was something far more unsettling.
Gentle.
Soft-spoken.
Unshakable.
"You're Inko Midoriya, correct?" Shoda asked.
"Yes."
"Do you know your husband is the world's greatest criminal?"
"Yes. I know."
"…Why didn't you report him?"
"He's my husband," Inko replied simply. "And I believe he's a good person."
Shoda stared.
"…That logic is deeply flawed."
She smiled sadly.
"Even if he wasn't a good person, I don't think I could've reported him," she said.
"I loved him too much."
What is wrong with her eyes… Shoda thought.
"…Does your son know who his father really is?"
"Yes. He found out recently."
Shoda paused.
"Before that, both Izuku and I believed Hisashi was working overseas," Inko continued.
"It seems he manipulated our memories to protect us."
That's… beyond messed up…
"Do you believe your son was involved in the Expo incident?"
"No. Never."
"Why?"
"Because he always wanted to be a hero," Inko said softly.
"And I've lost count of how many times he's saved the world."
She clasped her hands.
"Besides, he's been looking forward to this debut for two years."
Then, casually—
"You can ask Melissa-chan too. She's my son's girlfriend."
Shoda blinked.
"…Isn't it supposed to be Fuyumi Todoroki?"
Inko tilted her head.
"Oh? Is it?"
Shoda felt a migraine forming.
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Bakugo Katsuki
"This interview will be quick," Shoda told himself.
He was wrong.
"So," Shoda said, "they say you're his best friend."
"HUH?! WHO THE HELL SAID THAT?! I'M NOT THAT DAMN NERD'S FRIEND!"
"…The report says otherwise."
"THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"
"Do you think Midoriya is involved in the incident?"
"No."
"No hesitation?"
"No way," Bakugo snapped.
"Besides—we've got a score to settle. So hurry up and let him out."
"…So you are best friends."
"THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!"
Shoda sighed.
"…You can also ask his girlfriend. The invisible one. Hagakure Toru."
Shoda froze.
"…Another one?"
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This was getting nowhere.
Shoda Akira sat alone in the interrogation room afterward, staring at his notes as if they had personally betrayed him.
Different names.
Different ages.
Different backgrounds.
Same conclusion.
Those girls are absolutely insane.
He exhaled slowly, straightened his coat, and signaled for the first witness.
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Toru Hagakure
The door slid open.
"Hello~!" a cheerful voice sang.
No one walked in.
Shoda blinked.
"…Ah. Right."
He cleared his throat and activated the visibility outline device provided specifically for this interview.
A faint humanoid silhouette appeared, hands clasped innocently in front of her chest.
Toru Hagakure smiled sweetly.
"Izuku-kun is innocent!" she said without hesitation. "He'd never hurt anyone! He's a hero—like, the hero!"
Her tone was bright. Earnest. Almost glowing.
Shoda nodded, scribbling.
Strong emotional attachment. Expected.
"Can you explain your relationship with Midoriya Izuku?" he asked.
"Oh! We're really close!" she chirped. "We train together, talk a lot, and sometimes—"
She leaned forward slightly.
"—we listen to each other breathe."
Shoda's pen froze.
"…I see."
She giggled.
"He's so kind. So gentle. Even when he thinks no one's watching."
Her smile softened.
Then—slowly—it twisted.
"…Even though he has me," Toru continued, voice dropping just a fraction, "he still talks to other girls."
Shoda looked up.
"And boys."
Her head tilted.
"And teachers."
"And civilians."
"And villains sometimes."
The room felt colder.
Her eyes—barely visible through the outline—gleamed unnaturally.
"I hate that," she whispered.
Shoda leaned back an inch.
"I want to kill them all," Toru said cheerfully.
"And keep Izuku all to myself."
Silence.
Pure. Absolute. Silence.
"…Noted," Shoda said hoarsely, underlining the word restraining order three times.
As she left, she waved.
"Please tell Izuku-kun I'm waiting~!"
Shoda did not wave back.
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Melissa Shield
Surely, Shoda thought, the foreign exchange student will be more grounded.
Melissa Shield entered confidently, posture straight, smile polite.
"Izuku is innocent," she said immediately. "I'd stake my entire career on it."
Good. Rational. Logical.
Hope flickered.
"He saved my life," she continued. "Inspired my work. He believes in people when they don't believe in themselves."
Shoda nodded.
This is more like it.
"And what is your relationship with him?"
Melissa smiled.
"We're dating."
Shoda paused.
"…I see."
She folded her hands.
"I understand he has other connections. I don't mind sharing."
Progress, Shoda thought.
Then—
"As long as they understand their place."
His pen snapped.
"They keep touching him," Melissa continued calmly.
"Looking at him. Breathing the same air."
Her eyes sharpened.
"I've calculated several methods to remove them efficiently."
"…Calculated," Shoda echoed weakly.
"But I won't," she added quickly. "Because Izuku wouldn't like that."
She smiled sweetly.
"I live for his approval."
Shoda slowly slid his chair back.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
As she stood, she leaned in.
"If anything happens to him," she whispered, "I'll dismantle the world to get him back."
Shoda nodded rapidly.
"Of course you will."
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Fuyumi Todoroki
By the time Fuyumi Todoroki entered, Shoda looked tired.
Exhausted.
Emotionally wounded.
She bowed politely.
"Thank you for your hard work, Detective."
Kind. Calm. Warm.
Instant relief.
"How would you describe Midoriya Izuku?" Shoda asked.
"He's sincere," Fuyumi said softly.
"He listens. He helps without expecting anything back."
She smiled fondly.
"He makes people better just by being there."
No obsession.
No murder.
No threats.
Shoda felt his shoulders relax.
"And your relationship?"
"We're close," she replied. "I care about him deeply."
Shoda nodded.
"…That's it?"
She tilted her head. "Yes?"
Something inside Shoda snapped.
That was it.
No madness.
No knives hidden behind smiles.
No talk of annihilation.
Just genuine affection.
And that—
That made Shoda irrationally angry.
She had what the others didn't.
Peace.
He's eighteen, Shoda thought bitterly.
And has a healthier emotional connection than I've had in my thirty years of life
He cleared his throat sharply.
"Thank you. You may go."
As she left, Shoda stared at the door.
"…Unbelievable."
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Kurohane Rika
Finally.
The last name.
Kurohane Rika.
Novelist.
Age twenty-five.
That alone was suspicious.
Shoda Akira stood outside the interrogation room longer than necessary, rereading her file for the third time.
No criminal history.
No affiliations.
No inconsistencies.
Which, in his experience, was worse.
He entered cautiously.
The woman was already seated.
She hadn't been escorted in.
She hadn't fidgeted.
She hadn't even looked around.
She was simply… there.
Black hair neatly tied back. Posture straight. Hands folded on the table.
"I'm Shoda Akira," he said.
"I know," Kurohane Rika replied.
"What is your relationship with Midoriya Izuku?"
"I'm his lover," she said calmly.
"And his wife."
The pen clattered to the table.
"I even have his father's permission."
Father permission—
Shoda felt the blood drain from his face.
For a brief, horrifying second, a single thought screamed through his mind:
Is she the one behind the incident?
"Kurohane-san," he said slowly, every instinct screaming in protest, "please understand that this is a serious investigation."
She met his gaze.
Unblinking.
"I understand," she said. "That's why I'm being honest."
Shoda's hand hovered an inch away from the emergency button beneath the table.
Not because she moved.
Because she didn't.
"…You're saying you're legally married to him?" Shoda asked carefully, choosing every word like it might detonate.
"No."
His lungs remembered how to work.
"We're engaged," Rika clarified. "The paperwork will come later."
"…He's eighteen."
"Yes."
"You're twenty-five."
"Yes."
"And you met his father."
"Yes."
Her lips curved—not into a smile, but something dangerously close.
"Izuku introduced me."
Shoda swallowed hard.
"…And his father approved."
"Yes."
"…All For One."
"Yes."
Silence stretched.
Thick. Suffocating.
Shoda stared at her.
She stared back.
Not aggressively.
Not defensively.
Like she was studying a character whose ending she already knew—and had already accepted.
"…Why?" Shoda asked at last.
Rika tilted her head slightly.
"Because Izuku is gentle," she said.
"Because he listens when I speak. Because he reads my drafts even when he's exhausted."
She folded her fingers together with deliberate care.
"And because when the world looks at him and sees a weapon," she continued calmly,
"he still sees himself as someone who needs to try harder."
Her voice never wavered.
"He makes me feel safe."
A chill crept up Shoda's spine.
"You're aware," he said slowly, "that several other women claim a romantic connection to him."
"Yes."
"…And that doesn't concern you?"
"It would," she replied, "if Izuku weren't honest."
Shoda frowned.
"He doesn't lie," Rika continued.
"He tells me when people cling to him. When they project onto him."
Her gaze sharpened—not with anger.
With ownership tempered by restraint.
"They confuse love with possession."
Shoda's fingers brushed the emergency button.
"And you don't?"
Rika leaned forward slightly.
"Detective," she said softly,
"I write tragedies for a living."
Her eyes locked onto his.
"If I wanted to cage him… he would never see the bars."
Shoda froze.
Every muscle locked.
Then she leaned back again, composure perfectly restored.
"But I don't."
The room felt smaller.
The air heavier.
"I want Izuku to choose," she said.
"Every day."
Shoda exhaled shakily.
For one second, he thought—
I genuinely believed I was about to be murdered.
"…Right," he said weakly. "That's… very reassuring."
Rika blinked once.
"I haven't threatened you," she said.
"No," Shoda agreed quickly. "You haven't."
"That's because you're not in the way."
She smiled.
Shoda pressed the end of his pen into the table hard enough to leave a dent.
"…Thank you for your cooperation, Kurohane-san."
She stood gracefully.
"Please tell Izuku," she said as she turned toward the door,
"that I trust him."
The door closed.
Shoda remained seated long after.
Sweating.
Shaken.
"…That's it," he muttered to himself.
"I'm done interviewing women."
Because if this was the calm one—
Shoda wasn't sure he'd survive another session.
And he was now absolutely certain of one thing:
If Izuku Midoriya ever broke her heart—
God help whoever caused it.
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Shoda slumped back in his chair once the interviews ended.
Same conclusion.
Different flavors of insanity.
If Midoriya Izuku was guilty, then the entire world had collectively lost its mind defending him.
And if he was innocent—
Shoda rubbed his temples.
"…I really need to talk to this kid before I lose my sanity."
Because no eighteen-year-old should inspire this much devotion.
Or terror.
Or jealousy.
And Shoda Akira refused to believe—
That this was the most dangerous thing about Izuku Midoriya.