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01

He screwed up.

Katsuki slammed his hands on the table as he bore his teeth at the detective sitting across him while holding a bunch of papers, all with his pictures and pictures of the crime scene. His hands were emitting little explosions and he was clenching his jaws tightly in annoyance.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT?" he growled, but the detective only stared at him as if he doesn't buy Katsuki's reason, "FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, I DIDN'T DO IT!"

the detective sighed, throwing a bunch of printed pictures in the table that madr Katsuki fell into silence as his eyes widened in disbelief, "Okay, Bakugou-san. Please explain this."

It was a picture of him in the crime scene. It was shot caught from a cctv footage and in the picture, he was allegedly caught killing pro heroes at their agency. The blond hair, the hero costume, and the explosions in his palm, no one could ever deny the fact that it wasn't Katsuki. Even Katsuki was almost convinced that it was him in the picture, but one thing he knew-

It wasn't him. He would never do something like that, nor attempt to do it.

Katsuki took another deep breath as he tried to compose himself, "Listen here, dipshit. I'm telling the truth. It is not me!" he desperately tried to convince the detective.

His hands flew in his hair, pulling his roots in frustration, "have you heard of Himiko Toga? Twice from the League of Villains? You should fucking know that it is still possible to imitate and fucking shapeshift me as long as there are villains like them!" he irritably messed his spiky hair.

The detective laughed, "yeah, right. League of Villains are locked up in Tartarus, a heavily secured prison. There is no way they could have escape there. And yeah, we checked a little while ago, but there are no signs of them doing something or anything suspicious." he replied, as he placed another set of pictures of Toga and the rest of the League from Tartarus.

"And for the matter of fact, there is no one — in the era of peace — would pull stunts like that. Ever since the league were caught, there were no major incidents like this. Bakugou-san, if you wanted to prove your innocence so bad, where is your alibi? Where is your proof that can prove that you're innocent?" he asked the pro hero.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose as he really tried to stop himself from hitting the detective. Sure, he seemed like he's not the most gentle hero in town but that doesn't mean he's going to do something villainous! He would never kill someone nor hurt his fellow heroes!

Katsuki Bakugou, one of Japan's top hero, is now framed up and blamed for doing a crime he never commited.

"The investigation is still ongoing, but for now, the police will lock you up in a separate cell until the true mastermind is caught..." the detective stood up from his seat while monotonously looking at Katsuki, "Well...if there are a mastermind except from you, that is."

The detective has been interrogating Katsuki for the past two hours and all Katsuki could really say was that wasn't him. Of course no one would believe him except from his friends because he has no concrete evidence to prove his innocence!

Katsuki never felt so humiliated, he wanted to smash and blow things so bad. He was furious and he swore to his dead body that he will fucking crush those people who framed him up for this.

"Well that is all for now. The guards will take you to your detention room, where you'll be called here once more for the rest of the investigation. But I want you to know, Bakugou-san..." the detective watched Katsuki closely as the blond's crimson colored eyes glared at him, "There are no possible suspects yet aside from you. So it will definitely take time."