Deku crashed into the police station like a whirlwind making a beeline for the interrogation rooms. He was stopped outside the door by Tsukauchi.
"Hey," He held up an arm to block Deku from going in. "Hold on."
Deku huffed and looked at him. "She's in there right?"
The chief nodded but he didnt move. "You have to cool it before you go in." He glanced at the door. "She asked to speak to you and only you."
"Then why aren't you letting me in?" He growled impatiently.
"Because I need to know you've got a clear head before you go in." He stared the hero down.
Deku stepped back and took a deep breath, rubbing his face. "Sorry. I'm fine Chief, please let me in."
He didn't look all that convinced but he let Deku pass anyway. The hero opened the door and saw a rather petite woman with short blonde hair and a sizable bruise on her face. She looked worn and ragged and way too young; not at all what he was expecting.
When he came in she flinched and seemed to shrink further into her chair. Her wild eyes flickered over to him for a fleeting second before she focused on her hands. This couldn’t be the same girl; she had lost all the bravato she carried in that video.
He wanted to come in here and give her hell, but seeing her shaking in her boots looking terrified, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for the girl. Something bad must have happened between the villains, a falling out most likely, but what did that mean for you? Tsukauchi had told him on the phone that she just showed up at the police station, confessed to the crime, and requested to see Deku, but refused to say anymore.
“Kagome Sasaki, right?” He closed the door.
She didn’t answer. She just stared down at her cuffed hands, gripping them so tight her knuckles were turning white. He sighed and sat across from her. They sat in silence, both waiting for the other to make the next move. She was as still as a statue, except for the quivering frown set on her face. She couldn’t have been older than eighteen. What must have happened in her past to end up with this kind of life?
“Miss Sasaki,” Deku spoke softly. “You know why I’m here.”
She furrowed her brow but still didn’t say anything.
He leaned closer. “Miss Sasaki, do you know where Y/N is?”
She finally looked at him. “Why did you marry her?”
The question shocked him to say the least. It sounded like an innocent enough question, but there had to be a reason behind it. Was she some crazy fan girl who was jealous? Was she connected to one of those hate letters? Deku’s mind was whirling, what was her goal here?
“Why do you ask?” He scanned her face.
She glanced at the one-way mirror. “They’re watching me, always watching.”
He followed her gaze.
“Isn’t it creepy? That they can see you, but you can’t see them? That they can hear you, but you can’t hear them? Always there, no matter where you go.” She pondered.
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Fanfiction(Izuku Midoriya X Reader) (Part 1 of taken series) You and Izuku have been married for a few years and though you've both been through hardships, nothing tops today. When Izuku comes back from work on his day off, he expects to find you home, ready...
