Liability ~ Bakugo X OC

Anxiety

"Hello Katsuki Bakugo."

The door clicked shut behind a frail girl who glanced at the glass panel and tapped her ear. After a moment, she nodded. Her teal hair was braided back into a bun and she held a tan file. Her footsteps echoed across the bleak concrete room. 

A stainless steel table separated them when she set a little black box on the table in front of her. 

"For the sake of the record, I am Yuki Tanaka. I'm here to question you about your time with the League of Villains—don't worry, this is all routine. Your parents are waiting outside for you. When we're done here, you can go with them."

"I've seen you before." His voice sounded like an acid drip—Yuki thought he should drink some honey to soften it up.

"I'm a general studies student at UA. I've seen you around at lunch and of course, the festival."

"What's a lowlife like you doing here?"

Yuki paid no mind to his comment as she went about opening the file. "I'm a consultant with the police. My quirk is pretty handy with questions. Since we're the same age, they thought it best if I were to question you."

"I'm not scared."

Yuki's head tilted. Her small smile slipped for a moment. A tiny moment really. "Yes. Of course. I apologize if I made it sound like that. You were with the villains for multiple days. I know it's comforting now, in police central; however, there will be lingering emotions. Don't try to tell me you were not scared."

"I'm not a baby."

Yuki scanned the file. His words were vastly different from the puddle forming in her throat, almost like the acid from his seeped into her skin. "Should we begin?"

Bakugo glared his famous glare at Yuki. Everything about the small, frail girl reminded him of everything he hated. Everything he would never be. As if she had more authority than he. What a load of crap. "Yeah. Whatever."

"The League targeted you, according to your classmate's reports. Do you know why?"

"They wanted me to join."

Yuki looked him up and down. His hands were still and placed firmly on the table and his hard features painted across his face. He looked anywhere but the pathetic girl. Yuki nodded. "What was your reply?"

"Like I'd join fucking lowlife waste."

"For the recording, I'll ask that you refrain from vulgar language, please."

Bakugo's eye twitched. She was so despicable—something at thin as a sheet of fucking tin foil shouldn't be allowed to be questioning him. He could break her easier than a twig.

Yuki studied Bakugo with a frown. She did not understand why he was so standoffish. The police thought they were being kind by sending Yuki in to question the boy, yet the moment she stepped in the room she could tell he was almost...disappointed with her. She cleared her throat, "let's go back a few days. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Deku's fucking face."

"Language." Yuki flipped a page and scanned it. "Deku is Izuku Midoriya, correct?"

"Yes," he hissed.

"And this...angers you?"

"That damn nerd tried to save me. As if I'd need help from a useless quirkless deer."

He was a poem that Yuki did not understand. She read his stanzas, but the feelings were so vast It was difficult to decipher them all. She nodded again. "This file says you went through a teleportation quirk. What was on the other side?"