A/N: There is a bit of a time skip in this, for all intensive purposes Hawks is 26. There will also be a few more parts to this up in a few days.
Word Count: A little over 1500
Warnings: Cursing, angst, kidnapping, somewhat depressed reader, asshole cops
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"We will start out easy, what's your name?"
"Y/n Takami," the tapping of your foot echoed against the walls of the interrogation room, and you knew there had to be people watching you from the other side of the one way mirror, who wouldn't want to watch a pro heroes wife get grilled by the police.
"How old are you?"
"24."
"Where do you work?" The faint scratching of the officer writing notes in his notebook was like nails on a chalkboard, as if it weren't hard enough, it was now even harder to focus on the question coming your way.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?"
The officer huffed and rolled his eyes before repeating himself, "I asked you where you worked."
"Oh, my apologies. I used to primarily design wedding dresses, but now, I also teach part time at U.A. High School."
"Why would a designer, like yourself, be working at a high school?"
"They were expanding the classes available to students and asked me to teach a design class for the general education kids."
"Interesting. Now tell me, where did you meet your husband?"
"Keigo and I knew each other as kids, we had a group of friends we would hang out with. We eventually lost touch, however, years later I got a message from the hero commission saying they wanted to set us up. It was a sort of promotional bit. We would pretend to date in the eyes of the public to help gain popularity with different crowds. However, we eventually started dating in our real lives, we got married not too long after that."
"And how long have you been married?"
"Roughly two and a half years."
"What is your quirk?" This officer was asking every question in such a manner that every individual word sounded bored.
"It's called merge."
"And what does it do?" His stare was intense, you knew this man thought you were guilty from the moment you were brought in, and he was simply drilling you in hopes of finding out a way to prove his theory.
"It allows me to temporarily take someone's quirk. The tighter the bond I have with that person, the longer I can hold onto their quirk. However, it doesn't work with dead people."
"How long have you been able to hold on to someone's quirk and who were they in relation to you?"
"When I was 18 I was able to keep my brothers quirk for three days."
The officer nodded before standing up from his seat, and peering down at you from the rim of his glasses. "I will be back in a few minutes, you look like you could use a break." With that, he walked out.
The thought of getting up and walking around the room graced your mind, but you decided it was better to stay put. You didn't want to knock anything over and you knew you still hadn't quite grasped spatial awareness with your wings. It didn't take long for the police officer to return, setting a glass of water down in front of you and taking his seat.
"Shall we continue?"
"Yes, of course."
"Can you tell me what happened Wednesday night?"
