MHA/BNHA react to For The Want of A Nail by Clouds part 1

M:SFH 33 Giran

Cementoss: No, that's the Meta Liberation Front.

"Hello, my name is Detective Tsukauchi. My quirk..."

"Yeah, I know who you are Detective Lie Detector." The broker twitched nervously. "That still doesn't explain why I'm here or how you found me."

Toga: So he's not there to rat out Mind-chan.

Tsukauchi sighed, "Since you know my quirk, I should let you know that it is always active and I will be using it during the course of this interview, which is being recorded. Can you state your name for the record."

"Giran." Tsukauchi's eyes widened. He'd heard of Giran, he was one of the most successful brokers in the underground, but from what he'd heard Giran was always smirking and was unconcerned with everything. That just didn't match with the man in front of him, unless... Tsukauchi's eyes flicked to the mechanical hand that was on full display on the table between them. An experience like that... probably left more mental scars than physical.

Hound Dog: Definitely.

"Alright, Giran. Are you going to give me a real name?"

Giran scoffed and Tsukauchi rolled his eyes, "Okay then, what can you tell me about Mastermind?"

"I can tell you that only an idiot would turn on him." Giran gave a strained smile. "And I'm not an idiot."

Tsukauchi: He is most certainly not.

Kamui: Doesn't make it less annoying.

Tsukauchi sighed, "Any information you give us will be invaluable, Giran. I'm sure we'd be able to negotiate time off your sentence. Your blackmarket dealings come with quite the penalty. We'll even protect you from Mastermind."

(everyone snorted)

Kurogiri: That will not work.

Giran looked at him skeptically, "Like you protected Wash?"

Tsukauchi's blood ran cold at the reminder. Even though it'd been months, he still hadn't completely gotten over watching the hero he was supposed to protect die in front of him while he couldn't even move. He took a deep breath to clear his head and Giran laughed humorlessly.

"Look, I've known the kid since the beginning, and in all the time I've met him, I've never seen him fail at something that was important to him. You don't mess with someone like that, Detective, not if you want to stay alive."

Jirou: He mentioned his age.

Tsukauchi schooled his expression as he realized Nezu had been right about Mastermind being a teenager. Giran hadn't seemed to notice he'd let Mastermind's age slip, so if Tsukauchi played his cards right, he might be able to get him to slip up again.

LOV: Uh oh.

Shigaraki: Yeah, looks like he really is going soft. Hate it when that happens.

Izuku quietly slipped out of the ventilation shaft and made his way toward the security room at the police station. At this time of day, there should just be one officer assigned to watch the monitors, so the first order of business was to make sure he couldn't raise the alarm. The door opened silently and Izuku kept his footsteps light as he slid his favorite knife from its sheaf and slit the officer's throat before noting which interrogation room they'd put Giran in. He cleaned the knife and put it away, adjusting his gloves and medical mask before heading back out into the hall. He was dressed as an intern today, with simple grey slacks and a dark blue button up, and he'd put charcoal powder in his hair so it looked more black than green. All in all, it was a meager disguise, but Izuku was plain-looking enough that it wouldn't matter.