POV: Ojiro
Once we got back to UA, we immediately took the robber to one of the interrogation rooms. Aizawa-sensei was already there, waiting for us. He raised an eyebrow as we entered, the guy still struggling half-heartedly in my grip.
"I see you caught him," Aizawa said, standing up from his chair. His eyes locked onto the robber, making the guy visibly flinch. "Good work."
Shinsou nodded, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "His quirk is something we need to keep an eye on. He can phase objects into a storage dimension without touching them directly."
Aizawa's face darkened, his usual scowl deepening. "That kind of quirk could be easily abused. I'm guessing he's used it for more than just convenience store robberies?"
The robber stayed silent, refusing to answer even under Aizawa's cold stare. I tightened my grip on his arm, but Shinsou shook his head.
"Let me handle this," he said, stepping forward. "We need more information."
I let go of the robber and stepped back, watching as Shinsou moved closer. He didn't even need to raise his voice. He just looked the guy dead in the eyes and asked, "Who are you working with?"
There was a long pause, the tension in the room thickening. The robber's face twitched, his eyes darting between Shinsou and Aizawa. He was clearly trying to fight the urge to answer, but Shinsou's quirk was too strong. Eventually, the robber's shoulders slumped in defeat.
"No one... I'm working alone," he muttered.
Aizawa frowned, unconvinced. "Alone? You expect us to believe you've been pulling off these heists by yourself?"
"I swear, it's just me," the guy insisted, his voice desperate now. "I'm only doing this to get by. I'm not some mastermind or anything."
Shinsou looked at Aizawa, then back at the robber. "And how exactly have you been choosing your targets? Is there a pattern?"
The robber hesitated, but Shinsou's quirk forced him to answer. "No pattern. I just pick places that look easy to rob. Small convenience stores, places with minimal security. I need money, and this was the quickest way to get it."
It didn't seem like he was lying, but something still felt off. There had to be more to this than just petty theft. I glanced at Aizawa, who seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Where's the money now?" Aizawa asked, stepping closer to the robber.
"It's in the storage dimension," the robber said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't spent any of it yet."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "And how do we access this storage dimension?"
"You can't," the robber muttered. "It's tied to my quirk. Only I can pull things out of it."
POV: Shinsou
Aizawa-sensei didn't seem convinced by the robber's words. And neither was I. This guy might have been acting alone for now, but with a quirk like his, he could have easily been scouted by someone bigger. We needed to dig deeper.
"Fine," Sensei said, his voice steady but with an edge of suspicion. "We'll hold you here for now while we investigate further. But know this—you're not walking out of here unless we get to the bottom of this."
The robber's face drained of color at Sensei's words. He probably hadn't expected to get caught in the first place, let alone face a full investigation.
I stayed quiet, watching Sensei handle the situation. He had a way of getting under people's skin, making them squirm just by standing there. But something in the robber's demeanor changed. He shifted, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm not the only one you should be worried about," the robber said suddenly, his voice low.
Aizawa's eyes flickered with interest. "Oh? Who else should we be worried about?"
The robber smirked, clearly trying to hold onto the last bit of power he had. "You think this is just about money? There are people out there... people with quirks you can't even imagine. They don't care about your hero society."
Aizawa stepped forward, his face dangerously calm. "And who are these people?"
The robber chuckled, shaking his head. "You'll find out soon enough. This is bigger than me, bigger than anything you can handle."
I clenched my fists. The guy was clearly trying to play mind games, but there was something about the way he said it that sent a chill down my spine. What did he know that we didn't?
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "If you're not going to give us names, then you're not worth anything to us."
The robber's smirk faltered. "I already told you everything I know. But trust me... this is just the beginning."
Aizawa gave him a long, hard look before turning to me and Ojiro. "Take him to the holding cells. The Police will take him later."
I nodded and stepped forward, grabbing the robber by the arm again. He didn't resist this time, but the look in his eyes told me he thought he was still in control. As if he knew something we didn't.
We led him out of the room, down the hall to the temporary holding cells UA had for situations like this. Ojiro walked silently beside me, but I could tell he was just as unsettled by the guy's words as I was.
Once we had the robber locked up, Ojiro finally spoke. "What do you think he meant by all that? The part about people with quirks we can't imagine?"
I shrugged, trying to shake off the unease that had settled over me. "Could be a bluff. Or he could be telling the truth. Either way, we need to stay alert."
Ojiro nodded, but I could see the worry in his eyes. "You think he's part of some larger group?"
"It's possible," I admitted. "We've seen villains team up before on the news. It wouldn't surprise me if someone like him got recruited by a bigger organization."
Ojiro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Great. Just what we needed."
I nodded in agreement. This whole thing was starting to feel bigger than just a few robberies. But until we had more information, we couldn't make any assumptions.
We headed back to the classroom, where the others were waiting. Momo looked up as we entered, her expression anxious. "Did you get anything else out of him?"
I shook my head. "Not much. He mentioned something about people with powerful quirks, but he didn't give us any names."
Mawata-Senpai frowned. "That's... concerning."
Mirio-Senpai, who had been standing by the window, turned to face us. "So what's the plan? Do we keep investigating, or do we let the pros handle it?"
I glanced at Ojiro, then back at Mirio-Senpai. "We keep investigating. This guy might be working alone, but he knows something. We need to find out what."
Mirio-Senpai nodded, his usual smile replaced with a serious expression. "Alright. Let's do it."
The others agreed, and we spent the next few hours going over everything we knew about the robber and his quirk. Momo created a detailed diagram of the convenience store's layout, marking where the robber had likely phased the money into his storage dimension. Mawata-Senpai and Yuyu-Senpai brainstormed possible ways to track the money once it was phased, while Ojiro and Toru discussed potential countermeasures in case we ran into someone else.
By the end of the day, we had a solid plan in place. Tomorrow, we'd split up into smaller teams to cover more ground, keeping an eye out for any signs of unusual quirk activity. It wasn't much, but it was a start.
As we packed up to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something. The robber's words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder that there was more to this than we realized.
But whatever was coming, we'd be ready for it.
MC POV
The internship was finally coming to an end. The students had done well—better than I expected, actually. Over the last few days, they had worked together, developed their skills, and solved the robbery case with minimal interference from me. Now, with the case complete, they were all back at UA, resuming normal classes.
I walked into the classroom with Mirio, Mawata, and the others following behind me. They looked more confident now, a reflection of the growth they'd achieved during the internship. Momo, in particular, seemed to have a new sense of purpose after our training sessions. She carried herself with more assurance, ready to apply what she had learned about blending technology and weaponry.
Aizawa was already in the classroom when we arrived, arms crossed, looking as sleepy as usual. "Good job on the case," he said in his typical monotone. "You all showed improvement, especially in working together as a team."
The students exchanged glances, nodding in silent agreement. They knew they'd come a long way.
"Back to normal classes," I announced, addressing the group. "But don't think that just because the internship is over, the training stops. Keep practicing what you learned, both in martial arts and teamwork. You're only going to get stronger from here."
They all nodded in agreement, eager to continue their progress.
As we settled into our usual routines, I couldn't help but reflect on the past few days. The students had grown—both as individuals and as a team. And while they were stronger, I still managed to keep my secrets intact.
"Alright," Aizawa said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Let's get back to work."