[ Michael, for his part, has gone very quiet in the aftermath of the memory, his face drawn tightly. great. this is just great. of all the memories the town could've possibly plucked out of his head--!

he puts his face in his hands with a groan. ] Oh no. That all looked hella incriminating, didn't it. This sucks.

[ god, where does he even begin?? it's not like he can pretend that didn't just happen, especially when Izuku's being so direct about it! he lifts his face again, glasses askew, and says in a flat tone: ]

Would you believe me if I said it's a supercomputer that's supposed to help you be cooler?