MHA X Ghoul Reader

Chapter 2

"I guess I should start with the question everyone wants to know," the detective pauses. He places his one page file on the interrogation table. "Who are you?"

I remain sitting on the chair across from him. My arms crossed as I lean back, "Wouldn't you like to know."

He grunts, "I would."

I smirk and bite my lip. I give him a flirty wink to piss him off more.

He takes a deep breath and clenches his fists.

The bird man standing in the corner of the room steps forward. Technically he only has wings but whatever. He pats the detective's shoulder and narrows his yellow eyes at me, "I can take it from here Tsukauchi."

"Your call," the detective stands up from his seat. "Hawks."

Hawks sits down on the seat the detective was just on.

"So..." he trails off not knowing my name.

I roll my eyes. Such an obvious ploy to get me to spill my name. At least he has a pretty face. I wonder if he'd taste as good as he looks.

He smirks, "worth a shot." He looks back to a black haired man on the other corner of the interrogation room. Scarf man from earlier is unamused. The Hawks man turns back to me, "Well, you look about...sixteen? Fifteen?"

I remain silent.

"You're definitely highschool." He folds his fingers together as he leans forward in his chair, "Anyway, we have a few questions on what happened today."

I remain silent.

"First question," he unfolds his fingers and puts one up in the air, "to quote Tsukauchi, 'Who are you?'"

I remain silent.

"Second question," he raises a second finger, "What are you?"

My eyes narrow. They don't know about ghouls?

"Third question," he raises a third finger, "Why can't we find any information on you?"

The last question makes me raise my eyebrows. This confirms my suspicions. Wherever I am isn't where I'm from. I rub my lip with my thumb. I'm trying to show as little stress as possible, especially in this scenario, but it's so fucking hard.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

I adjust myself in my seat and sit up straight. I narrow my eyes at this bird guy, "You don't seriously expect me to answer any of these questions, do you?"

He returns with a glare, "If I were you I would. Your situation isn't looking good, kid." He runs his fingers through his hair.

I run my thumb over my lip again. I glance to the scarf man. I glance to the detective guy.

I clear my throat and lean back in my chair again, "Tell me. What exactly is my situation?"

The scarf man from the corner steps forward and slams his hand on the table, "Are you serious right now?!"

Hawks flinches, "Shit, Eraserhead, calm down."

I hold back a flinch and glance at Hawks. Guess he wasn't expecting that either.

Eraserhead pulls away. He rubs his temples, "You were in on a villain attack. But, more importantly, you managed to kill that Nomu."

I raise my chin, "Nomu?"

He leans in a bit, suspicion written all over his expression, "the thing you ate."

I glance to the wall beside me.

Hawks interrupts, "Well, she couldn't have been working with the villains if she killed their 'Master's creation' right?" He looks at Aizawa for an answer.

Aizawa remains silent and goes back to his spot in one of the corners of the room.

Hawks looks at me expectantly, "So you going to indulge us in some answers now?"

I look between all three adults.

"No."

"Why not?" the detective questions.

"I haven't done anything illegal, have I?" I look at them expectantly.

The detective jumps in, "Actually, breaking and entering is a crime."

Shit. I forgot about that. I look down at the clothes I stole.

Hawks notices, "Don't forget she stole those clothes too." He reminds the other adults.

"Yes," the detective agrees. "That's enough for you to be in here."

"But wasn't that Nomu thing a problem for you guys anyway?" I put my hands behind my head. "I did you guys a favor."

Aizawa replies, "Yes. However, the methods you used were questionable. Plus, you ran immediately after which isn't an action of an innocent person."

"I was scared," I say nonchalantly.

Hawks scoffs.

The detective crosses his arms, "You don't seem scared."

"I was," I stick to my story. "You can't tell me how I feel."

A knock on the door sounds through the cube room.