**Chapter 45: Shadows of Suspicion**

The reporter on the screen continued to speak, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "And in a shocking twist, it appears that the deaths of Hisako Shishio and Tomoyuki Shishio may be linked to a recent event. They died shortly after their daughter, Vesper, was taken hostage by the League of Villains. What is this coincidence? Did Vesper make the League of Villains kill her parents to act like she was the victim?" The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the TV. Everyone's eyes were on me, their faces filled with a mix of shock, anger, and suspicion. Even Hawks, who I had just met, looked at me with a critical gaze. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my heart racing with anxiety. Deku's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in concern. He quickly turned off the TV, and the sudden silence was a relief. I forced a weak smile onto my face, trying to reassure them that I was okay. But it was clear that I wasn't. "I need to check on Aizawa," I said, trying to sound calm. "He was injured during the attack." I walked out of the common room, leaving my friends behind. The infirmary was quiet, the only sound the soft beeping of machines. Aizawa was asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I brought a bouquet of flowers and placed them on his bedside table, hoping that he would be okay. I turned to Recovery Girl, who was sitting in the corner of the room. "Is he going to be okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Recovery Girl looked up at me, her eyes filled with concern. "Yes, he'll be okay. But his Quirk will be used less and harder to use. The attack took a toll on him, and he'll need time to recover." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Okay, thank you," I said, smiling weakly. I left the infirmary, my mind reeling with thoughts of Vesper and the League of Villains. The school had announced that we would have two days off due to the attack, and I wasn't sure what to do with myself. All I knew was that I needed to take care of myself and my friends, and make sure that we were all okay. As I walked out of the infirmary, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The reporter's words kept echoing in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth to the accusations. I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment. I would deal with the aftermath of the attack and the rumors surrounding Vesper later. For now, I just needed to take things one step at a time.