Red lights

Chapter 1

Pacing up and down besides his desk he paused and looked at the board for the umpteenth time. He just couldn't wrap his head around the evidence in front of him. Everything was pointing towards this one suspect, but none of the proof was solid enough to put him away for the crime. Just as he started to pace again the door swung open and a heavily silence filled the Station.

In walked Bakugo's teammates with the suspect walking happily between them. Shit he had come voluntarily, meaning he was confident. That was never good, it meant that they knew they couldn't get caught or that they had a good lawyer.

The door to the interrogation room opened and shut with a small click and the second it closed the station came back to life. Small chatter and discussion over cases could be heard but Bakugo didn't care, he knew what was about to happen. Sitting down to his desk he flicked through a case report, pretending he had something to do till he felt the farmiliar tap on his shoulder. Turning around in his chair he was met with the face of his supervisor.

The man's long black hair was tied back into a ponytail and he was wearing his usual black suit. The scar under his eye contrasting to his pale skin. A battle scar from a shoot out while he still ran cases. The man's tired eyes scanned Bakugo before he opened his mouth to speak.

"I want you to have a crack at him, you're the best at what you do. Just please, for the love of god, don't fuck it up."

Bakugo looked the man in the eyes and blinked a few times. If not for the shock of his mentor telling him he was the best it would be the amazement that this man actually said a full sentence that included a swear word. Chief Aizawa had been known for speaking only as much as needed. No more and usually less.

Bakugo gave a curt nod before he placed the pointless papers on to his neat desk and made his way to the interrogation room. He opened the door to the viewing part, he wanted to look at who he would be dealing with to see if he could find a way to make him crack. A few seconds after he had entered and sat down, staring at the black haired man through the one way mirror, the chief entered after him and sat down near the recording equipment. Bakugo watched as the man flicked a few switches before sighing in defeat and just unplugging everything.

"No records of what happens in there so as long as it doesn't leave a physical scar you're free to do as you please." Bakugo nodded in acknowledgment of this fact before he took off his tie and loosened a few of his shirt buttons. Leaving the safety of the viewing room he took a deep breath before he swung open the interrogation room door, slamming it shut behind him.

The instant he was in that room he flipped some sort of switch inside him. His calm attitude became fierce and attacking. He could feel the eyes of the criminal boring holes into the back of his skull as he made his way around the room slowly closing the blinds. Cop school had taught him that this would stress out the interviewee, and it stopped peeping joes from looking at what was happening. Once the blind were closed he scanned the card Aizawa had given him and a thin steel sheet slid across the mirror. Now they were alone, and no one could interfere.

Slowly Bakugo made his way to the chair opposite the suspect and sat down heavily. Leaning back in his chair he placed an ankle on his other leg's knee. He scanned the suspect, trying to find any sign of a weakness, but there was none.

Muttering something under his breath he threw the handful of papers he had received onto the desk and began his questioning.

"Name?"
The suspect smirked "Dabi"
"Age"
"25 this year"
"Place of residence"
"You already know all this mister police man so why don't you ask me more important questions, maybe ones that i haven't heard yet."