11- Clipped Wings

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So I've been kept in a fascility for 72 hours... I just don't know where the hell I am!
A visitor?

A scrawny figure stalked up to him, looking through the thick glass, "My boy... I didn't want it to come to this, but you're under interrogation until you're proven Innocent... an associate of mine, Lie Detector, will be with me so I know the facts."

No use keeping up my broken mask anyway, glaring at All Might with every ounce of hate I had. "You know what'll happen. You know how this'll go. Say Goodbye to mom for me... I just have one question for you."

Clearly shocked by this sudden swing in attitude he stayed quiet, thank god.

"An emotionally unstable teenager with no quirk, bullied for majority of his life. What kind of idiot spurs that on? Could've lied for your own sake, but here we are. It's mainly my fault for having delusions, trust me, I'm glad you shook me awake but you shouldn't have lead with that. You should have more experience in letting people down anyway... all those people you couldn't reach. I'm just one of the many~"

"Enough." Oooh the scary eyes, I'm done with this.

"Lock me up for all eternity, I don't give a damn. I'm guilty but you're not getting anything other than that outta me."

"Young man. I didn't think-"

"That's right! You don't think! I've been useless my entire life. My nickname is literally "Defenseless Izuku" (Deku). You should've just fled when you had the chance but now I'll be haunting you."

"Will you shut up. I realized I was wrong. I saw me in you, I was quirkless and here I am. I've been stupid enough to think You were Me. I regret this, but if you really are guilty... you aren't leaving this fascility... your mom wouldn't want to see you like this but you may get visits." And with that, he turned around.

"I'm not-"

"We are done here. I really had faith in you. Guess I was wrong..."

The disappointment card, well, they won't get answers outta me, but would it matter? I'm just going to sit here... a bird with clipped wings... heh I could make a helluva good poem with just that line.
Huh?
What's that?
A distant whirring sound as an alarm blared... that's when I saw it.

A purple mist developing into a gateway.

(Sorry for the cliffhanger~ this is where your imagination comes in, what do you think will happen?)

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