Class 1-A was silent when their classes resumed after a day off due to the attack on the USJ, everyone filing into the classroom slowly. Some had their heads hanging low as they went to their seats while others sent the three vacant desks in the front row a glance, their expressions varying.

The quartet of fiends had been taken into police custody along with the D-list villains after the attack on the USJ, Dabi, Shigaraki, Toga not bothering to put up a fight or argue while Izuku was still passed out.

That was the last time any of the first years had seen the three, two days prior when they were being driven off in the back of a police vehicle. They had not returned to the dorms or the campus since so the class assumed they had been brought to prison and that they would no longer have any contact with any of them, that they had ruined their second chances.

1-A were snapped out of their thoughts when the door to their classroom opened to reveal a solemn faced Midnight. She ignored Mineta's drooling, walking to the front of the classroom. "I, and the rest of the faculty here, understand that your class has been through a lot this past week and a half. Housing and learning with reforming villains and being attacked by a group of dangerous criminals, it can be harrowing."

"Not trying very hard at 'reforming'." Someone mumbled, a few other classmates agreeing.

"You guys can't seriously think they contacted those villains to attack us! I mean, you were all there that night we played truth or dare. They practically said so themselves, none of them wanted to do what they did, they were just dealt a shitty hand in life." Kaminari snapped, standing up and glaring at his classmates.

"They joke about murder all the time. No offense, but doesn't sound like someone who didn't want to do it, ribbit."

"I'm with Kaminari." Uraraka rose her hand in the air, making eye contact with the blond. "I don't believe any of the three betrayed us."

Midnight cleared her throat, bringing the attention back to herself. "Since this is a delicate situation and it heavily revolves around this class, Aizawa had an idea that got approved by both Nedzu and the police department." She paused, eyeing each student. "This will help with your hero training and add credits towards your classes, if you're willing." Some of the class perked up at that, questioning what the idea was. "Aizawa proposed that this class has some input on whether Dabi, Rabid, and Toga are allowed to return to UA's rehab program after viewing their questionings. Now, keep in mind, you will not have the final say, but your input will have some sway seeing as you will be the ones living with and learning next to them. Plus, you have gotten to know them the best over the past week and a half."

"Will that Shigaraki guy be attending the program as well?"

"If the other three return, yes. If not, they'll all go to jail."

The students glanced around at one another, silently coming to an agreement. "We'll do it."

Midnight gave them a smile. "I'm glad to hear it. We have the recordings ready for you to watch them." She pressed the same button that Aizawa had just a week and half prior, the same television lowering from the ceiling. "We'll start with Toga's interview."

The R-Rated hero cued up the video of Toga in a police questioning room, quirk canceling cuffs on her wrists that were chained to the table in front of her. She wasn't wearing the bloodstained outfit from the USJ anymore, instead she was in a prison jumpsuit, her hair down and slightly mused.

Giving the class one last glance, the teacher started the video.

Toga immediately started fidgeting with her nails, staring down the door as she waited for her interviewers to enter the room. She glanced up at the camera in the corner of the ceiling a few times while she waited, her anxiety levels clearly rising.

Luckily for her the doors opened, Aizawa and Tsukauchi entering the room and taking seats across from her. Tsukauchi had his notepad with him, clearing his throat before addressing the blonde teen. "Hello, Toga. I hope you understand why we have to do this."

"I do."

Tsukauchi scribbled something down, nodding to Aizawa. "Did you have any previous knowledge of the attack on the USJ?"

"No. I didn't. And neither did Dabi or Rabid. Despite what you and everyone else thinks, we didn't coordinate that attack with Shiggy. That was all Tomura's 'master's doing. We haven't had any contact with anyone outside of UA or any access to technology besides the television and gaming systems in the dorms, which have been modified to not allow us to reach the outside world. We literally could not have been a part of this even if we wanted to be." Toga narrowed her eyes. "And we didn't want to be. Don't want to be. At least, I don't."

The detective wrote furiously in his notepad before looking back up at Toga. "Are you saying you're willing - if presented the opportunity again - to give the rehabilitation program at UA a genuine try?"

A flash of hurt crossed Toga's face. "I have been giving it a shot this entire time. UA is the one not giving us the genuine chance."

"You're willing to give up your life of crime and villainy? To turn over a new leaf and better yourself? To be a well meaning member of society?"

Tears lined the blonde's eyes as she stared at the duo across from her. "That is what I've always wanted. Society is the one that never wanted me."

Tsukauchi turned to Aizawa, the pro hero eyeing the blonde girl in front of him for a moment before pushing away from the table. "That will be all for now, Toga. Thank you."

"Yeah, sure." Toga slumped in her chair, her arms draped across the table as much as they could as her head rested on top of them, her face void of emotion.

Midnight turned the video off just as the two adults were exiting the room, leaving the blonde girl behind.

The class stayed quiet, waiting to see the next videos before they commented on anything.

"We'll watch Shigaraki Tomura's interview next."

The second video cued up, showing the blue haired teenager in a similar prison jumpsuit as Toga in a room much like the blonde's. Shigaraki no longer had the hands on his body, revealing his dry skin and the grim expression on his face.

Starting the video, the door to the room opened for Aizawa and Tsukauchi, the detective closing the door before sitting next to Aizawa and across from Shigaraki. The two adults stared at the young villain as he reached one cuffed hand up to scratch at his neck.

"I'm Eraserhead, this is detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. We want to ask you some questions."

"Sure." Shigaraki shrugged, eyeing the table in front of him for a moment before looking up at Aizawa. "Can you just tell me how Rabid is before we start?"

"Rabid is alive and sitting in his own interrogation room." Tsukauchi answered, flipping open his notepad. "Now, please state your name, age, and quirk for the record."

"Shigaraki Tomura. Seventeen. My quirk is decay." He paused his neck scratching to stare at the two adults. "Are Dabi and Himiko okay?"

"Yes. They are also in their own room." Aizawa leaned forward in his chair. "Who gave you the intel on the USJ training?"

Shigaraki shrugged again. "Not sure. I was just doing what my master asked of me and the League. I didn't even know Dabi, Himiko, and Rabid were going to be there. Didn't even know they were at the school. I thought the three of them just took another trip without me." He lowered the hand resting on his neck to the table. "Wait. Don't tell me you heroes think it was one of them?" He scoffed. "Please. As if they would ever do that."

"They have committed worse acts."

Shigaraki leaned forward, elbows on the table as he narrowed his eyes at the adults. "Let's get one thing straight here. None of us chose this life. We were forced into it. Especially those three. They have to be the most selfless villains I know." He sneered at the duo across from him. "Dabi? He rescued both Himiko and Rabid from their fates despite the risk to his own life. Not only that, he would gladly die for any of us. Himiko? Same way. She helped Dabi rescue Rabid. The League - but especially those two - are the most important people to her. Himiko would do anything for us. And don't get me started on Rabid. He may talk a big game, but he is the softest of all of us. Sure, he is a little twisted from all the trauma he went through, but he has a heart of gold. Rabid has quite literally taken bullets for us." Shigaraki sat back in his chair, shooting daggers with his eyes. "Don't ever try and convince me that my brother and our friends are anything less than misguided teens."

"Brother?" Tsukauchi looked up from his note taking, brows furrowed.

"After All Might stopped looking for Rabid when he was pronounced dead and he along with Dabi and Himiko joined the League, Rabid was unofficially adopted by my master, same as me. Therefore, we are, unfortunately, brothers." Shigaraki explained with a bored tone.

Aizawa and Tsukauchi nodded, the latter writing in his book. "If given the same opportunity as the other three, would you be willing to go to UA's rehabilitation program?"

"Someone has to make sure those self-sacrificing idiots stay alive." Sighing, the teen picked at his cuticles. "Besides, Kurogiri would be mad at me if I threw away his efforts to reunite us."

The two adults thanked Shigaraki, letting him know they would be back should they have more questions. The teen waved them off, eyes glued to the table in front of him.

Midnight turned to face the class, checking their expressions before pressing a button and changing the video. "Next, we'll see Dabi."

The next video was cued up, a still shot of the scarred fire user in the same prison jumpsuit as Shigaraki sitting in a near identical room. Dabi's arms were resting on the table, stretched lazily in front of him as he stared at the door, waiting for his interviewers much like Toga had.

He didn't have to wait as long before Aizawa and Tsukauchi walked in, sitting across from him. "Hello again, Dabi."

"Hey, Eraser. Detective."

"Do you know why you are here?"

Dabi sent Aizawa a look. "This feels awfully familiar, don't you think?" When he didn't get a response from the pro, the teen rolled his eyes. "Yes, I do. I'm here because you and everyone else believe that me, Rabid, and Toga betrayed UA to Shiggy's master so that he could attack you at the USJ training. We didn't. Not only would we not want to, but how could we? One, we have not had any access to tech that would allow us contact with Tomura or anyone outside UA, and two, we had no knowledge of the USJ training until literally the day of. And even then, we were heavily monitored - as usual - all day."

While Tsukauchi wrote quickly in his notepad, Aizawa leveled Dabi with an unimpressed stare. "You were left unsupervised while changing in the dorms."

The teen responded with a look of disbelief. "Yeah, for like, maybe five minutes? And there are cameras everywhere. Check them. We didn't go near any technology, not even the television or the fucking fridge." He closed his eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath. "Look. We didn't betray you guys to Shigaraki's master or anyone. It wasn't us. We're trying to...we're trying to be better, to accept society like it never did for us. We really are trying to be...be decent."

"If given the opportunity again, would you return to UA's rehabilitation program and take it seriously?"

Dabi narrowed his eyes. "Did you not hear what I just fucking said? We have been taking it seriously! Excuse us if we aren't completely changed in a mere week of living with trainees and learning beside them with no proper therapy or anything of the sort to actually rehabilitate us." The flame user huffed, leaning back in his chair while staring at his chained hands. "I'd go back, but only if Himiko, Rabid, and Tomura came with me. All of us or no deal."

Aizawa nodded, standing up.

Tsukauchi glanced at the pro before looking at the teen across from him. "One more question." Dabi shrugged. "Why do you all call Rabid, Rabid? Why not Izuku?"

Dabi sighed. "You'll have to ask Rabid to explain that to you. It's not my place to tell. Not my story."

"Will you tell us your name and story?"

"If we all go back to UA, then sure."

Aizawa crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall. "What are you trying to do?"

Dabi chuckled. "Just adding incentive to let us go back. If we go to prison, we'll all be seperated, and most likely get worse and more twisted, something none of us want." He glanced up at the pro, a slight smirk on his face. "Something to think about, Eraser."

"Come on, Tsukauchi, let's go."

Midnight turned the video off as the two adults left the room. She let her eyes wander over the class for a moment, taking in their expressions before she cued up the final video. "And now, we have Rabid's interview."

Much like the start of the other two videos, Izuku's started with the green haired teen sitting at the interview table with his hands cuffed and chained to the surface. He wasn't staring at the door like his friends were. Instead he was staring straight at the camera in the corner of the room, his face showing how disgruntled he was.

The two adults from the previous interviews entered the room, saying hello to the unresponsive teen. They took their seats across from him, eyeing him cautiously, like he was a cornered, wounded animal that could lash out at a moment's notice.

In a way, he was.

"Rabid, do you know why you are here?" Tsukauchi started the questioning just like he had before with Dabi and Toga.

The freckled teen turned his glare from the camera to the detective. "Yes."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here, detective, because we live in a very hostile, eat or be eaten society where everyone makes snap judgements and that's it, can't ever change their minds about something or someone, no matter how wrong they are. I'm here because I used to do absolutely abysmal things for like three years of my life and I got caught, along with my best friends, and we were sent to some joke of a rehab program. I am here because apparently we can't be trusted, despite being on our best behavior and not giving a single reason not to trust us. I mean, sure, I beat the absolute shit out of my - out of All Might my first afternoon there, but can you blame me? It was my first time seeing him in person in nearly a decade, I had a lot to work through. And yeah, I broke out of my bracelets and used my quirks on Kacchan, but again, I had to work through some stuff with him. Both those incidents were the first day and since then, I have been a model student. Dabi, Himiko, and myself have even opened up to the others! Barely, but it has only been what? A little over a week? You haven't even given us a chance!"

The questioning room fell silent after Izuku's rant, the two adults stared at the teen as he slightly shook with barely contained rage.

Aizawa glanced at Tsukauchi before turning his full attention to Izuku. "Trust goes both ways."

"I know that." Izuku grit out, fists clenching on top of the table.

"How can we trust you three - four - when you haven't been completely honest with us?" Aizawa was completely calm, soft spoken even, as he addressed the angry boy in front of him.

Izuku barked out a laugh. "The only one who hasn't been completely honest has been Dabi. And he has good reason not to tell you who he really is."

"That was a lie."

"What?" Izuku glared at the detective, his voice dripping in venom.

"The part about Dabi being the only one not being completely honest was a lie. I know because that's my quirk. It's called Lie Detector. I can tell when someone is lying or telling the truth. And you were lying about that." Tsukauchi explained to the teen. "Just like your friends were lying about your quirks when we questioned you on your first day at UA."

The teen's eyes widened ever so slightly and he subconsciously reached up to rub the burn marks on his neck.

Aizawa leaned forward. "Rabid, if you want to gain our trust, you need to be honest with us. All of you."

It was quiet for a moment, Izuku's eyes turned down towards the table as he continued to rub his neck. He paused after a few seconds with a sigh, shifting his eyes to look up at the adults. "I'll talk."

"Than - "

"But only with Dabi, Himiko, and Tomura with me." Izuku turned his attention back to his hands which were now resting on the table. "I...I need them here for me. It's the only way I'll be able to do this."

Tsukauchi nodded, standing up to retrieve the other teens.

Aizawa stayed behind, staring at the teen across from him. "You're not going to try anything, are you?"

"Trust goes both ways, Eraser."

Midnight paused the video to see how the class was faring.

"Do you want to see their joint questioning or do you think you have enough information to vote?" She asked, eyes scanning the students.

They all looked around at each other, having quiet conversations among one another before coming to a decision.

"We would like to watch their questioning." Iida spoke for the class, earning a small smile from the teacher as she pulled up the final video.

This video's setting was slightly different. It was still in a police questioning room but it was larger, similar to the one that Dabi and Izuku were in during their original questioning before UA.

This time Izuku sat between Dabi and Toga, Shigaraki next to Dabi, all of them in prison jumpsuits with their cuffed wrists chained to the table in front of them. Aizawa and Tsukauchi were already in the room, the detective with his ever present notepad.

Midnight started the video, the class leaning forward in their seats.

Toga rested her head on Izuku's shoulder, the teen visibly relaxing at the touch.

Dabi gave his two younger friends a small smile before looking at the two adults with a harsh glare. "Let me guess, you brought us all together to what? Say goodbye before you send us to prison and we never see each other again?"

The blonde girl tensed, clinging closer to Izuku. He sighed, pulling her closer. "No, Dabi. They - hopefully - aren't sending us to prison. They brought us together at my request."

"Oh?" Dabi turned his harsh glare to an interested look, glancing at his freckled friend. Shigaraki and Toga looked interested as well, Toga lifting her head slightly to squint at the boy.

"Yeah, I asked them to bring you three to me so that we could...could tell them the truth. About everything." Izuku peaked at Dabi at the last part, a question in his eyes. "I asked for you three to make sure it was alright that we do this. If you two aren't on board, then we can go to prison for a few weeks."

"It will be more than a few weeks, Rabid." Aizawa informed the group of teens.

"You wanted us to be completely honest with you, right?" Izuku arched a brow, the pro hero grunting in response. "So here is the honest truth. If we were sent to prison, we'd lay low for a few weeks, maybe a month or two. Then Kurogiri would break us out and we'd be back to our criminal activity as if this never even happened." He shrugged. "Depending on where we were sent, we could probably escape without needing to call on Kurogiri."

Aizawa looked to Tsukauchi for confirmation of the statements, the detective nodding. The pro sighed. "Alright, well, with that out in the open...let's start with why your friends lied about your quirks."

Toga and Dabi's eyes widened and they looked at the teen between them in shock. He gave them a sheepish look. "Yeah, turns out the detective has a lie detecting quirk. Neat, right?" They shook their heads in disbelief at their friend, small loving smiles on their faces. Izuku returned it before his face sobered up. "Are you two on board with telling them everything? If you're not, we don't have to. We can call it quits right now."

The blonde girl looked at the three boys next to her. "This is up to you three. I have the least amount to hide. I can go either way."

"I'm with Himiko." Shigaraki gestured to the girl with his chin. "It's up to you two, Dabi and Rabid."

Dabi looked at his lap for a moment before turning to Izuku. "Do you...do you mind sharing first? I need to brace myself."

Izuku gave him a soft smile. "Of course. Take all the time you need. We're here for you."

"And us, you." Dabi returned the smile, thanking his friend. "Like I told Himiko during truth or dare, you don't have to share anything if you don't want to."

"First step of healing is talking about it, right?" Izuku whispered, barely loud enough for the camera's audio system to catch it. He cleared his throat, addressing the two adults across from them. "They didn't necessarily lie about my quirks, they just...omitted some information about touch. They told the complete truth about teleportation."

Aizawa once more glanced at Tsukauchi for confirmation, looking back to the teen once receiving it. "What exactly did they omit?"

Izuku inhaled deeply as Toga and Dabi each took a hand in their own, squeezing softly. Shigaraki gave him an encouraging nod. "They were being honest when they said that when I have skin to skin contact with someone while activating my quirk I can absorb and copy that person's quirk, memories, and feelings." He paused, closing his eyes and wincing. "However, there is another factor to that quirk, a factor that you bore witness to at the USJ with the Nomu. I can...I can overload my quirk and absorb more than just a person's quirk."

There was a longer pause, Izuku's breathing getting a little shakier. Toga and Dabi rubbed circles on the back of his hands, their gazes aimed at the table in front of them. Shigaraki stared at the two adults fiercely, letting them know with just his eyes to not hurt his brother.

Tsukauchi let the silence continue for a minute before he continued with the question. "What do you mean? What else can you absorb?"

The teen's breathing hitched. "When I overload my touch quirk...I can absorb a person's life force and I can...I can kill them with a prolonged touch. Like what I did with the Nomu." He clenched his jaw, turning his head to face the table. "Like I did with mom."

This time, the silence dragged on for closer to two minutes as Aizawa and Tsukauchi took in the information they just discovered while Dabi and Toga continued to quietly comfort their distraught friend, Shigaraki looking between Izuku and the two interrogators.

"I'm s - "

"Don't. Don't you dare say you're sorry." Izuku snapped. "I did it. I killed my own mother with my bare fucking hands. I don't deserve your sympathy or pity. So don't give me some half assed 'I'm sorry'!"

"Okay, I won't." Tsukauchi nodded, the silence afterwards awkward. "Why did you kill your mother? Was it an accident?"

"No. It was on purpose." Izuku deflated, pulling his hands out of his friends' to rub at his neck. "I was tricked into it. I...I thought I was killing someone else in order to have my captors release my mom." Letting out a weak laugh, a tear falling down the freckled cheek of the boy as he continued on with his tale. "Turns out, I was releasing my mom into the afterlife. They - my captors - they were testing the limits of my quirk, wanting to see just how much I could absorb. My mom was one of the first tests. I didn't even realize it was her, they had her hidden under a cloth until the test was over, when they were more than happy to reveal to me who I had murdered to buy my mom's freedom."

Aizawa and Tsukauchi let the boy collect himself before they continued onwards, steering the conversation in a different direction.

"The marks on your neck look like burn marks. Dabi, your quirk is cremation, is it not?"

The looks on Izuku and Toga's face turned as deadly as the one on Shigaraki's. "How dare you - "

Dabi held out a chained hand to hold them back as best he could. "Guys, it's okay. It's a reasonable deduction."

"No it fucking isn't!" Izuku growled, absolutely livid. "Just because I have permanent burn marks on my neck and my best fucking friend has a fire quirk doesn't mean they are connected! Did you morons even take a moment to actually look at the burn patterns? Take in the shape of them?" He leaned forward, exposing his neck to the two adults across the table. "Notice anything about them? Like, maybe the fact that they are contained to a certain area?"

Aizawa kept his composure despite the raging teens across from him. "They look like they came from a necklace or a collar of sorts."

"Exactly!" Izuku leaned back in his chair, a sneer plastered on his face. "My beloved captors made me wear a shock collar the three years I was with them. Funny thing about being repeatedly shocked in one area, after a while, it will leave its mark."

Something akin to guilt swam in Aizawa and Tsukauchi's eyes but they were professionals and they had jobs to do so they kept their faces passive.

"Why did they make you wear a shock collar?"

"Why do you think? To keep me in line." He scoffed, his eyes rolling a bit. Tsukauchi asked if it kept him in line. Izuku paused, looking down. "Not at first, no. I fought back a lot and would get shocked often. I started to obey and listen when they threatened to put one on my mom. I...I couldn't let her go through that. So I stopped fighting. But once she was gone...I saw no point in obeying, so I didn't. The shocks were almost constant the last few months I was with them."

The adults nodded, Tsukauchi writing in his notepad. "According to the video feed from the night you three played games with the first years at UA - "

"You saw that?" Izuku turned pink in the cheeks, a complete change in disposition from his attitude mere seconds ago.

"What? What did he do?" Shigaraki looked at the other two teens for answers.

"He made out with one of the students while wearing my clothes." Toga giggled.

"Damn, my little brother is getting more action than me." Shigaraki grunted.

"Can you blame them? I am sexy." Izuku smirked at the eye rolls he received from Dabi and Shigaraki.

"Moving on...according to the question Uraraka asked you three, it seems that Dabi and Toga met before the two of you met Rabid. Mind telling us how that happened?"

Toga nodded, shifting in her seat to sit up straighter. "Sure. Like I said in the video, I ran away in middle school. I was living on the streets and I wasn't quite in the best state of mind, having repressed my quirk for so long making me a bit...yeah. Anyways, one night, my hideout was ransacked by this gang and I couldn't fight them all off. I managed to take a few down but I was way out numbered and nowhere near as skilled as I am now. They were pissed that I, a small girl, killed and injured their gang members, so they wanted to teach me a lesson before they killed me." Her eyes narrowed, fists clenching as she remembered the night she met Dabi. "I put up as best a fight as I could but like I said I was out numbered and already tired. That's when Dabi showed up. He plowed through the remaining members of the gang like they were nothing. He saved my life."

"Of course, she didn't see it that way. She thought I was from a different gang and tried to kill me as soon as the last gang member died. I had to restrain her and explain to her I wasn't out to hurt her, that I was a fellow street kid." Dabi and Toga smiled fondly at the memory of their first fight. "She asked why I would help a random street kid out and I told her she reminded me of my sister. She didn't believe me at first so we got to talking, each of us explaining why we were on the streets. Before we knew it, we had stayed up all night talking about random shit and realized we actually enjoyed each other's company. We have been stuck with each other since."

The detective wrote furiously in his notepad, looking at Aizawa to ask how they had met Izuku, which he did.

"This brat? Well, that is a bit of a longer story, but the abridged version is he was on a mission for his captors when we ran into him, literally. He was given strict 'no witnesses' instructions so obviously, he had tried to take us down. Key word, tried. During that little fight, he somehow took a liking to us and Himiko, him. I hated him at first. I found him infuriating."

"Thanks."

"Welcome. Anyways, after he disappeared into thin air - literally - we thought nothing of it. Just another underground assassin, you know? Until a week later when we stumbled upon where his captors were holding him while looking for a new hideout. We saw what they were doing to him there and we...we just couldn't walk away from that, despite him trying to kill us. So we broke him out, killed his captors, and burned that awful place to the ground."

Toga took over the story, placing her head back on Izuku's shoulder. "He had nowhere to go so I offered him to come with us. Dabi was not happy at first but he quickly grew fond of Rabid, thanks to his relentless flirting. And now, we are three peas in a pod."

Tsukauchi let his eyes wander the three faces across from him. "Why the name Rabid?"

"Oh, that? Well, during our first encounter, I was wearing a prototype of my old villain outfit and going by the name Rabbit. My captors thought it was a good fit because I was 'quick and innocent looking like a bunny rabbit' and then I turned out to be an assassin. Yeah, they were whack jobs. Anyways, while I was fighting these two, Dabi made an offhand comment about how I was fighting like a rabid animal and my name would be better suited as Rabid rather than Rabbit. Thus, the name Rabid was born. All thanks to Dabi here."

"And how did you three come to meet Shigaraki?"

Izuku hummed, turning to his adoptive brother. "He was already looking for me. Similar to how we all seem to start things off with each other, when he found us, it was a fight. We won and decided to be merciful, listening to why he had been hunting me for the two months I was with Dabi and Himiko. Turns out he was following orders from his master - our adopted father - and wasn't entirely sure either. We all got to talking and long story short, he offered us a home when he found out we were living on the streets." Izuku snickered, eyeing the two boys next to him. "Pretty sure he would've let us stay on the streets if Dabi wasn't with us."

"Fuck you."

"No, you have Tomura for that again."

Aizawa turned his gaze to the scarred teen, ignoring the mini interaction between Dabi and Izuku. "Speaking of Dabi...are you ready to tell us your story and real name?"

The fire user tensed up. Izuku and Shigaraki instantly put their hands over Dabi's, letting him know they were there. Toga gave him a soft smile from the other side of the freckled teen.

Dabi shakily inhaled, nodding. "Like Rabid here...I am the presumed dead child of...of a prominent public figure. I-I 'died' when I was thirteen." He gulped, squeezing Shigaraki's hand.

The green haired teen turned to the pro and the detective. "Can we do this privately?" He gave the camera a very pointed look. "Without the cameras."

"Why?"

"If you thought my situation with All Might was delicate...well, Dabi's is on another level. It is taking a hell of a lot of strength for him to talk about it and having it recorded probably isn't helping." Izuku maintained eye contact with Aizawa the entire time. "Please. I will tell you anything you want to know about anything I know about criminals or villainous plans if you do this."

The other three teens tensed up, eyeing Izuku with concern.

"Rabid, you don't have to do that for m - "

"Dabi, if it will help you, Himiko, and Tomura have better lives, I will lay my life on the line." Izuku squeezed Dabi and Toga's hands, giving all three of them small smiles before turning back to the pro. "Do we have a deal, Eraserhead?"

Aizawa looked to Tsukauchi, who gave him confirmation that Izuku was telling the truth. "Alright, kid. Once Dabi tells us his story, you give us everything you have. Got it?"

"Got it. Now turn the camera off and swear on your partner's life that it is completely off, audio and everything."

Aizawa got up and opened the door, having a hushed conversation with someone before walking back to the table. A second later, the video and audio cut out.

The class stared at the now blank screen, Midnight standing next to it with an unreadable expression.

Everyone was contemplating the new information they just learned about the trio that had briefly been a part of their lives, weighing the pros and cons of letting them - and Shigaraki - into the school with them.

Almost everyone.

One student was filing away the last few minutes of the video to use at a later date.