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A million words could be said, each forming some sentence resembling: 'what were you thinking!' anything along those lines.
As three of the teens remained sitting in the cold clammy police station in awkward silence, the redhead was giving a statement in the back.
Blood dripped onto the uncomfortable cloth chairs, one adolescent holding an ice pack to his eye, the other holding a tissue to her lip.
And one just sat there, his wide eyed gaze fixated on the receptionist desk as his mind trailed across the millions of questions leading up to the main one, how did he get mixed up in this?
He met a girl a year ago and only spoke to her twice, and somehow that turned into him sitting next to her in a police station, waiting to give a statement about how he saw her preparing to brutally assault a boy.
But in this moment...
She looked pretty innocent...
His eyes shifted up to the bloody-nosed girl, his mind running a million miles a second, wondering if she was bluffing, if she just wanted the redhead to leave them alone.
She wouldn't actually do something that horrid...
Right?
Eventually she caught sight of his gaze in her peripheral vision, shifting her now dimmed eyes to meet his, her nose and fingers turning pink from the sheer cold in the room.
"Midoriya, right?" She asked in an unusually soft tone, one that she didn't use often, at least... not anymore. "I interviewed you last year yeah...?"
It didn't take long for him to move his gaze away, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket to keep himself warm, clearing his throat before mumbling a quick "yeah..."
She yanked a pen out of Hoshi's hand, giving it to the freckle-littered boy as she removed the napkin from her lip, handing it to him as well.
It's only slightly bloodstained...
"Your number...? For a follow up interview, y'know.. to see how you're recovering from um... the.. trauma..?" her tone was hesitant, yet somehow she still sounded so sure of what she was saying.
