There was no way you were back here. You'd worked so hard to get out of these situations, but of course. You had to ruin things like always. You sat still, not like you could move. The straitjacket resisting you. You legs were also chained together. The four dull white wallls surrounding you seemed to be closing in. The whispers and murmurs of people just outaide that iron door. You could easily break out of here if you wanted. You had no idea how it happened.

Just a few hours earlier. There was a large villain attack, one of the biggest in Japan. All the pro heroes were on it, even the retired ones. UA had gotten special permission to let their students help fight too, but unfer supervision. You were one of those students. You managed to take down many villains but things were getting complicated. They were all coming at you, your quirk was going into over drive. You'd never used it that much and before you knew it you'd passed out. But your quirk didn't stop fighting. When you woke up you were in an ambulance. Mr. Aizawa by your side with a solemn look. You had managed to kill all the villains. But you'd also killed 47 pro heroes. They had to lock you up. The media didn't take it lightly either.

The door to the small white room opens. A stern looking man with a clipboard enters. Mr. Aizawa and Detective Tsukauchi following after. You'd met him before. You struggled to even look up at them with the guilt you felt.

"My name is Hideki. We need to ask you some questions. Answer honestly and as best as you can." The man says coldly, sitting down from across you as Mr. Aizawa sits besides you. Not letting you face this alone. It was expected. You had saved them but also killed so many pro heroes. Half of Japan loved you and the other half hated you.

"First of all. What happened back there? We know you weren't conscious. So has this ever happened before? Is this something you hid from your teachers at UA?"