Bakugos Secret

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

"We need to talk"

Bakugos heart dropped when he heard those four words, what do they want to talk about? He doesn't know how he got the wound so there isn't much he can say he could ramble about stupid shit though.  Kind eyes kept a hand on my shoulder as he guided him back to the room we were in, it doesn't smell like a hospital but it certainly looks like one.

"Where Is this?"

"We are in UA"

"...shit..."

He could feel kind eyes squeeze his shoulder in reassurance but it really didn't do much, leading him over to the bed he hopped up on it and got comfortable. Not like he really could. Everything just felt so uncomfortable, heck even his own fucking skin felt uncomfortable. Maybe it's a drug, did they drug him? Did he drug himself? maybe. His gaze hardened at that and the homeless guy had to clear his throat to make him refocus.

"So...how are you?"

Kind eyes asked awkwardly, sitting down on the chair next to the bed. Bakugo stared at him, not wanting to answer but knowing they were only trying to be...manipulative. That's what kind people are, manipulative. They ask you innocent questions so you trust them, then you reveal your secrets and they use that against you. He isnt stupid, he knows how this game works.

Bakugo only glared at them, refusing to speak. Instead he decided to look around the room not caring about the tension that had filled the room. The pro heroes knew he wouldn't be very cooperative, but they just need to work together and it'll go smoothly enough.

"Okayyyy silly question, How did you get uh stabbed...?"

"Oh I decided to wave someone down and ask them to stab me, they agreed."

Kind eyes searched his eyes for any lies, it was definitely not true, but the kid was looking at him challengingly, daring him to rebut

"Are you high right now?"

Ehh? Was he high? He didn't think so, but he definitely could be so he just shrugged and tilted his head to show that he didn't know, or care for that matter. A sudden twist in his stomach made him turn and throw his head over the side and thank fuck a little bin was there because everything he ate in the past week has just came out of him, his throat burned as he struggled for breath again. His only weakness. His eyes blurred as tears piled up, although this was just an automatic body reaction so he didn't care as much as he would, that is as long as the  two weirdos knew this and didn't think he was crying, He never cries. But that did raise the question, was he high?

A hand landed on his back as they tried to gently rub his shoulder blade to make him feel more comfortable, it didn't do the trick. Jumping back from the bed he tripped over and landed awkwardly on himself, he struggled to get up as it was a small place between the bed and the wall but he made it happen. Straightening his neck he peered over the bed to see the two men looking at him in a sick interest way, probably thinking to themselves how he even slipped down there in the first place.

"Take a fucking picture it'll last longer."

He snapped, trying to show them that he wasn't weak, and also that he did not appreciate being stared at. He wasn't some doll in the window shop being ogled at but it's definitely what he feels like.

"Sorry kid, We just want to know how you got stabbed, a police officer should be coming in any minute now to figure it out. After that we can get you home."

A fucking police officer? Who do they think he is? Probably a drug dealer actually if they already think he is high then that is a big possibility. He had only done it once because his friend was ill, they couldn't possibly know about that right? He really needed something to drink.  Something strong and bitter, preferably Vodka.

"Hello Eraserhead, Present Mic."

Bakugo jumped in the air when he heard the new voice, he was in his head a little too much but even so normally he hears when someone enters the room. His heart rate picked up before a gentle breeze hit his face, his nerves seemed to just...disappear. Homeless guy that he now knew was called Eraserhead had noticed the boy's sudden tenseness and had decided to open the window to see if that would help him; it did. 

"Hello there, I am Naomasa Tsukauchi, a detective at the police station and my Quirk means i can see if you're lying or saying the truth, I will be asking questions about last night and it will go a lot quicker if you say the truth, if at any time a question gets to hard to answer say 'Pass' and we will come back to it at the end. Is this all clear?"

"Yeah i guess"  he gritted out, being thoroughly annoyed at the thought of being forced to answer questions against his will pretty much. He would have to try and lie but not lie...this shit is going to be fucking hard, he couldn't just say pass all the time of else they'd probably decide to beat it out of him.

"How did you get stabbed last night Bakugou"

"I was up in the clouds the entire fucking night, would you expect me to remember?"

True

"Okay...And what drugs did you use?"

"I don't know"

True

"Uh, how did you intake it?"

"Uh good question, uhhhh.....i don't remember
True

The detective paused and stared at the kid before chugging the rest of his coffee, he would definitely need this. All the things the kid said were true, but how the hell can someone be high and not remember taking the drugs? Its not his quirk as they searched him up before hand, so what the fuck? Hizashi seemed to have this concern as well as he asked the boy the next question

"So how did you get high"

"Maybe the villain? I'm not to sure though, probably not"

"WHAAATTTTT"

"Shut up."

Tsukauchi sighed as Erasurehead told his husband to shut up his hair raised as he conbatted the loud man's quirk, not like he wouldn't have done the same thing, the boy had obviously been through a lot going by the panicked expression on the kids face.

"You said a villain, did they do this to you?"

"You could say that i guess"

TRUTH/LIE

Tsukauchi turned his head to look at the kid, he had managed to break his quirk, props to the kid he guessed. He knew the only reason this had happened was because his question wasn't clear enough, meaning the kid either didn't understand or was half correct.

"I'm going to reword this, did a villain give you the injury on your face"

"fucking hell..., Yes!"

True

"Did a villian injure your shoulder?"

"Uh...no"

LIE/TRUTH

This was really starting to confuse the detective, why did his quirk keep saying this? he turned to Aizawa and mimed shooting himself, was this professional? No. Did he feel like doing it? Yes, yes he very much so did.

"My quirk is saying it's a half truth, so it is a villain but not by your eyes? Must be a stranger that you don't know about" He whispered the last part to himself absentmindedly.

"Yeah, I guess so.."

TRUE

Well at least it isn't a cause of abuse, that would be harder to deal with....right? He shrugged and closed his notebook, they could treat the boy relatively well if he hadn't already. He would have to let Recovery Girl have a look at him in a minute, just to make sure he is up to date with everything, just a tendered procedure really.

"Alright, that answers all my questions, thank you for being cooperative during this, we will ring your parents and they can pick you up, we will also have to speak to them about possible counselling." The detective announced casually, not looking up and half addressing this to Aizawa and Hizashi - which he had only just remembered existed.-

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