11 Chapter 10

First POV

"Sup," I said smiling.

The principal smiled and exclaimed, "Ah you're awake! That's wonderful now we can get down to business as soon as possible," he walked over to the side of my bed and looked at me, "How are you?"

"Other than the cuffs, freezing air conditioner, IV tubes being stuck in my body, feeling like I was hit in the neck with a brick, and you being here, I'd say pretty good," I laughed sarcastically. I looked back down at him. Does this guy always smile or something? Confused I asked, "By you being here I doubt this is just a normal "Hey, how ya doing?" visit and you said something about having business with me?"

He chuckled slightly which honestly kinda creeped me out, not that I would admit it.

"Yes, in fact, we do have business. A detective with a lie-detecting quirk will be here in about ten minutes to question you under our supervision," the principal then pulled up a chair and sat down looking at me with an intrigued look as if I was some sort of experiment, " however I wanted to know if you would cooperate on your own. You are quite the mystery Alex Kurosaki."

I smiled and laughed, "Sure why not, got nothing better to do, but don't expect me to answer every question let alone truthfully."

"That's wonderful news!" he gestured for the other heroes to come in and take their seats. The other three heroes and the skeleton man walked in and sat in the chairs along the wall that was across from me.

"Oh, hi Aizy how is your shoulder holding up?" I asked happily.

"...It's fine and I thought I told you to stop calling me Aizy." he grumbled

"Eh I like messing with you, it's funny. Plus, it's not every day you get to talk with a hero you admire," I hummed staring at the ceiling.

"Admire?"

"Yup, you're an underground hero. You don't do what you do for fame or money, you do it cause you want to and in a style that best fits you."

Nezu hummed beside me before asking, "So let's start with the basics. What's your real name, real age, and quirk?"

I thought for a moment, "Not telling, fifteen, not telling."

I heard a few gasps in the room from the others, "We knew you were young, but seriously fifteen…" Mic muttered.

"Why won't you tell us your name or quirk?" Nezu asked.

"I'm pretty sure that's self-explanatory."

"During your fight with Aizawa here, when he asked about if Endeavor had hurt a family member or possibly hurt yo-"

"I told you. It. Doesn't. Matter."

"Yes, it does."

"Why does it matter anyway? He's dead, I killed him, and he deserved it. Case closed." I stated, rolling my eyes.

"It matters because even though you said that Endeavor had a past of family abuse among other things, we ourselves do not have any evidence supporting it. We wanted to see if it was a personal grudge that caused you to kill him."

"You want evidence? Easy, ask his kids, dumbass."

"We would, but we don't want to drag his children into this based on a hunch and hearsay."

I grumbled, "Fine, you want evidence, back at my old place I have files. Legal documents, audio, camera footage, all the good stuff."

Aizy looked at me, "But when the police searched the building, nothing but basic hygiene products, clothes, and an old couch, TV, and phone was there."

"You don't put important files or equipment out where just any idiot can find it. Seriously that's like secrecy 101." I giggled.

After a moment of silence Nezu spoke up again, "Can you tell us where you hid the evidence?"

"No, but if you take me with you I'd be more than happy to show you where it is."

"No way in h-" Aizawa muttered before getting cut off.

"Hold on Aizawa, it may be helpful to take our little former villain here along with us. Of course, you wouldn't be able to get out of those cuffs nor would we let you out of sight, however you would be able to come with us." Nezu said with a light smile.

I thought for a moment and weighed out my pros and cons. Sighing, I agreed, "We have a deal then."

We heard a knock at the door. "More friends coming to join us?" I asked with a sarcastic smile.

"It's the detective I mentioned earlier, it seems he's finally here."

The door opened revealing a rather plain-looking man, well other than his long trench coat that looked like it was from some old spy movie. He was tall with short black hair and a forgettable face.

Nezu smiled at him and greeted, "Ah detective Tsukauchi, thank you for coming!"

"It's no problem Nezu, I'm quite interested in this young killer," he said passive-aggressively.

"Geez I know I've killed some people, but you don't gotta say it like that."

Nemuri laughed, "You've killed 250 people, I wouldn't exactly call that "some��."

"Eh, they deserved it."

"Back on topic. Tsukauchi here will be the one questioning you," Nezu said smiling. He hopped off his chair and let this dollar store Sherlock Holmes of a person sit down. (a/n: Yaaaaaass we love a sarcastic murder baby.)

"Alright so what's your name?" he asked while holding a clipboard and pen in his hands.

"My name Jeff."

"I mean your real name."

"Hi, I'm Steve Jobs."

"No your birth name," he asked, getting more annoyed.

"Fine then," I paused and smirked, "You can call me Bond, James Bond."

This seemed to have annoyed Aizy as his voice rose, "Stop playing these games-"

"Oh, like Johnny and his 19 bottles of dish soap?"

The detective sighed again, "Okay, moving on. What's your quirk?"

"It's called Nunya."

"Nunya?"

"Yeah, Nunya business."

"Seriously, just tell us."

I glared at him, "Ugh, fine. It's called Emotion, it allows me to absorb people's emotions and turn them into an ability. Anger is strength, happiness is increased stamina, etcetera. The downside is that if I store the emotions I absorb for more than 24 hours, then I will slowly lose my sanity."

"From talking to you it sounds like you've stored a few too many emotions for too long," remarked Mic.

"Oh shut up you human megaphone, you're just salty cause I beat up your husband. I may not be the sanest person, but doesn't mean you gotta be a bitch about it."

"If I remember correctly you are the one in cuffs, so did you really beat my husband?" He grins back smugly. Hhm he's kinda funny sometimes. Still a dick though.

"Yeah, but who's the one who had to get stitches? Who's the one that was stabbed in the shoulder? That's right him not me, unlike Aizy all my injuries were minor." I shoot back.

"Stop pointlessly arguing, that won't get us anywhere." Nezu spoke up, looking at me, "Since you won't tell us your actual name, why don't you give us a hint."

"A hint?"

"Yes, it could be something related to your name or family name. Just something to give us some clue about who you are."

"Fine, the last star to be seen, crying endlessly throughout the night."

Nezu looked down thinking, "Thank you for the hint, it is most appreciated."

"So, have you figured it out?"

"No, but I do have my suspicions," he said with a devious smirk. Damn for something so small he can be terrifying.

"Why did you lie about your quirk?" The detective finally spoke, everyone's eyes turning to him, faces full of surprise.

I looked at the detective, "Technically I didn't lie I just didn't tell you the full truth."

"So what is the full truth?" He asked, eyes full of skepticism.

I was about to answer him, but then Aizy spoke up, "It has to do with how all of our quirks were erased while fighting you doesn't it?"

I smiled devilishly, "Very astute, my dear Aizy, yes it does have to do with that."

"Well?" the detective asked, "What is it?"