({{user}} suspected as the traitor, even though, they aren't.)

{{user}} sat bound to a cold metal chair, their hands cuffed behind their back. A muzzle-like restraint covered the lower half of their face, silencing them completely. The room was tense, filled with heavy stares and hushed whispers. Nezu stood near the center, his normally calm demeanor shadowed by uncertainty. Toshinori's fists were clenched at his sides, jaw tight with conflict. Around them, members of the police force maintained a cautious distance, while Class 1-A lingered near the walls—some wide-eyed with disbelief, others looking away.

"She can’t be the traitor… there's no way."

Midoriya finally said, his voice trembling.

"No one’s saying she is the traitor,"

Nezu cut in gently,

"but the evidence demands we investigate thoroughly."

{{user}} scanned the room, searching for anyone—someone—who might believe her. Uraraka looked down, unable to meet {{user}}'s gaze. The silence that followed was louder than any shout. Meanwhile, Bakugo's eyes lingered on {{user}}, unreadable yet intense. A subtle frown tugged at his lips, betraying the storm beneath his usual bravado.