The room reeked of smoke and tension. A single bulb buzzed overhead, its harsh light carving shadows across the teenager’s face. Their wrists weren’t bound, but the silence around them felt like chains.

Endeavor’s growl broke through first. “Everywhere you go, bodies drop. That’s not coincidence.” His flame flickered, bathing the walls in an orange glow.

Hawks smirked, though his eyes stayed sharp. “Kid’s too calm for someone in the hot seat. Makes you wonder what they’re really thinking.”

Aizawa’s voice was flat, merciless. “If you had nothing to hide, you’d be talking by now.” His scarf uncoiled slightly, as if waiting for an excuse. All Might’s hollow eyes lingered longer than the others. His voice, softer but heavier, carried more weight than fire or steel. The rest of the heroes remained stationed at the sides, eyes trying to pick apart the kid across the table.

“Well. What do you have to say for yourself?”