Closed-Door Questions

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Nezu chose a room without windows.

That felt deliberate. It was also cheerful. Somehow the cheerful part made it worse.

The table was pale wood. The chairs were comfortable. Tea waited in a small pot between cups that looked too expensive to touch with hospital-bandaged fingers. Someone had placed a plate of cookies near my elbow.

Interrogation by hospitality. U.A. had range.

Principal Nezu sat across from me, paws folded, bright eyes warm enough to make the room colder by comparison. Detective Tsukauchi took the chair to his right with a folder already open and a pen resting across the first page. All Might stood near the wall in his thin form, one hand tucked into his pocket.

Aizawa-sensei was not physically present.

His face filled a tablet screen at the end of the table. Bandaged. Bruised. Furious to still exist.

"Midoriya," he said.

"Sensei."

"You look terrible."

"Professional opinion?"

"Warning label."

Tsukauchi's mouth twitched. Nezu poured tea.

Beside the teapot lay a single sheet with Mom's handwriting copied into official print.

Closed-door student interview.

Medical clearance attached.

Written purpose: U.S.J. warning, student safety, future exposure limits.

Recovery Girl's signature sat under it like a small locked door.

So did Mom's.

The paper did not make me safe. It did make every adult in the room look at the line before pretending the line was only procedure.

"Thank you for agreeing to speak while still recovering," Nezu said.

As if refusing had been real.

"Of course."

"Cookie?"

"I'm fine."

"I did not ask whether you were fine."

I took a cookie.

All Might looked like he wanted to apologize for the entire concept of small mammals. Nezu smiled.

"Let us begin with the obvious. Three days ago, before the villains appeared, you asked Eraser Head whether the front gate breach had been confirmed as only press activity."

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

I had practiced this. Practice did not make my pulse any less stupid.

"All Might joining the faculty was public enough to attract attention. The press breach proved the gate could be pressured. Moving the class to an isolated rescue facility the next day created a soft window."

Tsukauchi wrote without looking down.

"Soft window," he repeated.

"A point where the school had movement, fewer civilians, and predictable personnel."

Nezu's ears lifted.

"That is a rather security-minded reading for a first-year hero student."

"U.A. keeps making survival feel like homework."

Aizawa made a sound through the tablet speaker.

"Answer better."

I looked at the screen.

"The entrance exam taught me rescue events can hide combat variables. The Battle Trial taught me indoor layouts matter. The gate breach made me think someone might test response time."

"Someone," Tsukauchi said.

No villain name. No League label. No Shigaraki.

Good detective. Bad for my blood pressure.

"A hostile actor," I said. "I did not have a name."

"And warp-type Quirks?" he asked.

There was the hook under the polite voice.

"Worst-case category."

"Not a specific person."

"No."

"Not a rumor you had heard."

"No."

"Not a name from the internet."

"No."

Three noes in a row sounded cleaner than they felt. Tsukauchi underlined something. Nezu watched the underlining instead of me.

"If you plan for a normal breach, walls help," I said. "If someone bypasses walls, students can be isolated before alarms matter."

All Might's hand tightened in his pocket.

Aizawa stared through the screen like he could drag the rest out by force if medical staff would let him stand. Nezu lifted his cup.

"What did you know, Midoriya?"

There were several ways to lie.

The easiest one was panic. I could say I guessed. I could bury them in plausible details until they stopped asking the right question. I could let Quirkless hypervigilance become a curtain and hope no one tugged on it.

Nezu would tug. Aizawa would remember the shape of the curtain. Tsukauchi would hear the difference between fear and furniture.

So I gave them a truth with a wall around it.

"I knew enough to be scared before I had proof."

All Might closed his eyes. Nezu set down his cup.

"That is a careful answer."

"Yes."

"Careful answers are sometimes necessary. They are also sometimes expensive."

"I noticed."

Tsukauchi's pen stopped. New.

He had written through almost everything. Names. Times. Suspicions. My careful answers. The pause landed harder than a follow-up question.

"Scared before proof," he said. "That phrase matters."

"I know."

"Most people become scared after the first visible threat."

"Hero students are trained to anticipate."

"Two days of hero classes did not train you into that."

The room did not accuse me. It waited. Worse.

"I had a life before U.A.," I said.

All Might looked at me. So did Aizawa through the tablet.

"A Quirkless life," Tsukauchi said.

My hand tightened around the teacup.

"Yes."

"That can make someone observant."

"It can."

"It can also make someone hypervigilant."

The word slid close to the truth and missed the real secret entirely. Useful. Awful.

"Probably," I said.

Aizawa's voice cut in.

"Do not use trauma as a smoke bomb unless you plan to deal with the smoke."

I stared at him.

"That might be the most you sentence ever."

"Listen to it."

The principal's expression softened. It did not make him safer.

"Let us separate three matters," Nezu said. "What you observed. What you inferred. What you withheld."

My mouth went dry.

"Observed: the gate breach, All Might's absence from U.S.J., the facility layout, Thirteen and Aizawa-sensei as limited adult coverage, Kurogiri's mist behavior once he appeared, Shigaraki's command structure, and Nomu's physical response to impact."

Tsukauchi nodded.

"Inferred?"

"The gate breach might have been reconnaissance. The villains had schedule information. Kurogiri prioritized scattering students before direct combat. Shigaraki had been told to look for me after I shouted early. Nomu was meant for All Might."

"Withheld?" Nezu asked.

The cookie sat untouched in front of me, cracked along one edge where my thumb had pressed too hard.

"How certain I felt."

Aizawa's visible eye narrowed.

"Not enough."

"No," I said.

The room went very still. I heard All Might inhale. I did not look at him.

"I withheld how often my analysis feels like remembering a path after seeing only the first footprint."

Dangerous. Also uselessly vague. Nezu's eyes brightened anyway.

"Instinct?"

"Something like that."

"Quirk related?"

Careful. The Quirk did not predict. I did.

"My Quirk records patterns under stress," I said. "It organizes threats and probabilities faster than I can explain them."

True enough. Uncomfortable enough to taste real. Tsukauchi looked up.

"Does it identify future events?"

"No."

Hard answer. Needed.

"Does it produce names you have not heard?"

"No."

"Does it give you certainty?"

I almost said no.

My thumb broke the cookie in half.

All three adults noticed.

"Sometimes it makes uncertainty feel like a command," I said.

That one had not been in my practice answers.

All Might stepped forward half a pace.

"Young Midoriya."

"I'm fine."

"You are not," Aizawa said.

The sharpness in his voice helped more than the sympathy would have.

Nezu folded his paws.

"A useful distinction. A warning can save lives and still damage judgment."

"Yes, sir."

"Then we will not treat your warnings as instructions."

I looked up.

"What?"

"They will be treated as reports. Dated, sourced when possible, reviewed by adults with authority, and checked against competing explanations."

The paper with Mom's rules seemed heavier on the table.

"That sounds like control," I said.

"It is," Nezu said.

At least he did not insult me by pretending otherwise.

"It is also protection," Tsukauchi said.

"Those overlap."

"Often," Nezu agreed. "That is why we document them."

Aizawa shifted on the tablet, grimacing.

"Midoriya."

"Yes?"

"Next time you get a warning you cannot prove, you bring it to a teacher as a warning. Not as a hint. Not as a face."

"Yes, sir."

"I mean it."

"Believe me, I noticed."

"You do not. You are still deciding which risks belong only to you."

Nezu's gaze moved to the file.

"Whose risk was Iida?"

My pulse jumped.

"What?"

"At the cafeteria breach, you appeared to understand that Iida would be effective at restoring order. At U.S.J., you urged him to seek help rather than remain in the dome. Both choices were correct. Both placed a burden on another student."

"He was class representative."

"He was also frightened."

I looked down. Iida's engines sparking toward the exit flashed in memory.

"He was the fastest route to outside help."

"Agreed."

Tsukauchi turned a page.

"And Uraraka?"

My chest tightened before I could stop it.

"What about her?"

"You attempted to keep hold of her when Kurogiri scattered the class. Later, she helped extract you from Nomu's reach."

"Yes."

"Would you have given her the same warning if she had not noticed your behavior first?"

Worse than a tactical question. A person question.

"I do not know," I said.

Aizawa's visible eye narrowed on the tablet. Nezu's ears lifted a fraction.

I hated that honesty felt like stepping off a roof and hoping the ground had rules.

"I wanted to," I added. "But wanting to warn someone and trusting them with the warning are not the same thing."

"Useful distinction," Nezu said.

"Painful one."

"Many useful distinctions are."

His calm made the next words too easy to hear wrong.

"Did she know you were placing that expectation on her?"

My chair scraped back half an inch.

"Don't use her like leverage."

Silence.

Too fast. Too loud for the room. Not shouting, not really, but enough that All Might's head turned and Tsukauchi's pen stopped again.

Heat climbed my neck.

I had not lost my temper. I had lost the mask meant to keep my temper invisible.

Nezu did not smile.

"I was asking whether she had informed consent."

The correction was worse because it was fair.

I sat back down.

"No," I said. "Not enough."

Aizawa's voice was quieter.

"That is the part you fix."

Uraraka's accusation and Iida's warning braided together in my chest. Leadership that avoids notice can become manipulation.

"I am learning."

"Learn faster."

Nezu finally bit into the cookie.

"Progress," he said, "will be measured by behavior, not confession."

Apparently progress felt like a windowless room, a half-truth entered into records, and adults who did not know my secret but knew enough to move me around it.

All Might stepped away from the wall.

"Principal."

"I'm not threatening him, Toshinori."

"I know."

"Do you?"

The question landed with more history than I had context for. All Might had no answer.

Nezu turned back to me.

"Your information helped reduce casualties. It also drew attention. Hiding you is not practical. Displaying you carelessly is unacceptable. Therefore, U.A. will adjust supervision, security response, and training observation around your profile."

"Profile," I said.

"An ugly word," Tsukauchi said. "A useful one."

"My mother wrote limits."

"Yes," Nezu said. "They remain in force. No media contact. No public event preparation during infirmary restriction. No closed-door interview without medical clearance and written purpose."

"We are in a closed-door interview."

"With medical clearance, written purpose, and your designated family contact's notification."

"That does not make it feel less like a cage."

"No," Nezu said. "It makes the bars countable."

I hated how much that mattered.

Tsukauchi capped his pen.

"For the record: I do not believe you planned the attack. I do believe you knew more than your teachers could reasonably explain. I also believe some of your answers today were protective omissions, not lies."

"Is that better?"

"For court? Sometimes. For safety? Not always."

Aizawa looked at me through the tablet.

"You want a rule? Here is one. Warnings go up the chain before they go sideways to classmates."

"Even if the chain is too slow?"

"Especially then. Fast panic feels righteous and gets people killed."

All Might flinched at that, small and private.

His pressure was different from Aizawa's. Aizawa wanted a procedure that would still exist when adults failed. All Might wanted to stand between me and the procedure because he had once offered me power without enough walls around it.

Both of them were trying to protect me.

Neither protection pointed the same way.

"And the Sports Festival?" I asked.

Nezu set his cup down.

"A future public pressure."

"Not a plan."

"Not a solution," he said. "Not punishment. Not bait, unless adults fail badly enough to deserve resignation."

All Might made a rough sound.

"That is still being discussed."

"Yes," Nezu said. "Discussion is not readiness."

The words were almost comforting.

Almost was a dangerous measurement.

The meeting ended with signatures I did not like.

No consent to everything. No surrender. Acknowledgment. Later warning protocol. Medical restriction noted. Parent notification preserved. Review before any media-facing exercise.

My name stayed off public notes.

For now.

All Might walked me to the hall afterward. For a while, neither of us spoke. The corridor smelled like waxed floors and rain jackets drying somewhere out of sight.

"You protected the core of it," he said.

"I also handed Nezu a leash."

"Perhaps."

"Comforting."

"I am discovering comfort is not my finest subject."

I laughed once. It hurt my ribs. All Might slowed near the stairwell.

"I wanted to stop the questions."

"I noticed."

"It was not fair to you."

"It was human."

He looked at me, startled.

"You are allowed to be scared of them looking too closely," I said. "I am scared too."

"I should be above fear."

"That sounds fake."

His mouth twitched.

"It is."

The admission sat between us without ceremony.

"Nezu is right about one thing," I said.

"Only one?"

"Let's not get generous."

All Might's smile almost reached his eyes.

"If I treat every secret like it only belongs to me, I will keep making people carry weight without telling them what it is."

"And if you tell too much?"

"Then other people become targets with better labels."

We both hated that answer. That probably meant it was accurate.

All Might looked down the empty hall, expression thin and tired.

"Nezu does not need to know the whole truth to change your road."

"I figured."

"That may save you."

I watched a security camera turn silently in its ceiling mount.

"It may also make me easier to find."

The office door clicked shut behind us.

No one had raised their voice except me.

That made it worse. Shouting would have let me pretend the danger was still adrenaline. Instead, it looked like tea, folders, calm voices, and adults deciding how much of a student could be treated as evidence before they started calling it protection.

No answer appeared to sort the difference for me.

Maybe the point was never getting one.

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