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Izuku was sitting in a cell across from the villain he was there because of. Every so often he would feel his eyes bore into the side of his head, but he dismissed it as the blood uncomfortably drying on his skin instead.
The cell was gross. It was a small one in one of the more popular police stations in town and was made completely of concrete except for the metal bars completely lining one wall.
It slightly reminded him of the warehouse.
It wasn’t as cold, and definitely didn’t bring back as many bad memories, but it still made him feel more cautious than he would usually be in a situation like this.
After about ten minutes of the uncomfortable one-sided staring contest, an officer went up to the light haired man’s cell and opened the door. He swiftly slapped regular handcuffs next to the regular quirk suppressing ones and took him down the hallway.
Despite his eyes making Izuku uncomfortable, he missed the newfound familiarity of them. It made him feel alone and he had spent too much time alone to not know how it made him feel.
He shifted on the metal bench bolted to the wall farthest from the bars.
Was it getting hot in here?
He made his way over to Recovery Girl’s infirmary as soon as he heard his husband making a commotion.
It was not even twenty minutes after he had been brought there that Shouta was already denying medical help in favor of persuading someone to let him fight.
Sometimes, Hizashi wishes that he would just slow down.
It was barely a second after he opened the pleasantly light blue door of the room that his husband grabbed him by the wrist.
“Hizashi, they took Zu. We need to go!”
Any other sentences he said were jumbled by Recovery Girl dragging him back to a small bed farthest from the door. The blond diligently followed them.
As soon as they were situated - which was more of Shouta sitting in the bed without actively trying to leave - Shouta shot him a serious glare.
“Zu was captured by All Might. I need you to call Tsukauchi and see if he’s at his precinct. If not, have him call around.”
He quickly nodded and shot up to go outside to make the call. No one in the room stopped him.
The officer came back with the villain almost an hour later. He looked tired and held his head in his arms instead of going back to staring at Izuku.
It made him nervous for his turn.
Fifteen minutes later, the officer came back. Instead of going to the cell across from him again, he came up to Izuku’s cell. He obediently rose from where he sat and let his hands be put in handcuffs and be led away.
The questioning room wasn’t too far from the holding cells. There, the cuffs around his wrists were put into a curved bar on the table. The officer left, but a detective’s arrival soon followed. All of his features were normal except for his head, which was replaced by one of a dog. He watched as he walked to and sat in the chair across from him. They sat like that for a few tension filled seconds.
“I am Detective Tsuragamae. For the record, please state your name.”
“Riot.”
He looked at him with a puzzled stare. Izuku tried to look back with a hardened glare, but it came to no fruition.
“I’m going to need an actual name, not a childish vigilante pseudonym.”
The undertones of disrespect in his voice made a spot on Izuku’s collar bone itch. Instead, he rubbed circles into his knuckles.
“Izuku.”
The officer scribbled down the name he crudely spat out, knowing it was the best he was going to get.
“Alright, Izuku, what were your motives at the USJ today?”
“I was dropping something off for a friend. When I saw all the fighting, I had to help.”
“Who was this friend?”
“Shinsou Hitoshi.”
He nodded, writing again in the small notebook. Izuku wanted to crane his neck, but he supposed it wouldn’t look good from an outsider’s point of view.
“Did Shinsou help you plan the attack?”
What?
“Huh? No, I didn’t plan to be there. I didn’t even know that they were going to be there. Neither did he.”
“Then, did you plan the attack with Shigaraki Tourura? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to get back at All Might. He did make quite the example of you at the sludge villain fight.”
Izuku wanted nothing more to scream at this man, tell him he was wrong and how stupid he was for thinking he would come up with something like the attack, but he didn’t have the words nor the freedom to express it. If he did, he would be seen as more guilty than he already looked.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about. I’ve never heard of him and I’ve already said-“
“Really? We have footage of the two of you walking into the precinct laughing like good friends.”
He could feel his ears heat up with the bubbling anger inside of him. Izuku’s mouth failed to make words to express the disbelief he felt. It was like being trapped in a cage.
“Look, you’re young. You want to prove yourself to everyone, but we can get you out of this mess.”
His acid green eyes bored holes into the man as he stood.
“Just think about it.”
Hizashi stepped back into the room once his call was done, still stuffing the phone awkwardly into his pocket and scrunching his eyebrows in a way that didn’t fit him.
“Not at Tsukauchi’s precinct. He’s calling around.”
Shouta gave a short nod in appreciation. Hizashi knew it meant more to him than what his expression let show.
“I’ll have Nemuri pick Eri up from daycare. I need you here in case something’s wrong with Hitoshi.”
Hizashi sat himself in the cushioned chair to Shouta’s side, sinking in it and leaning his head back to look up to the ceiling with dimmed lights. They sat like that until Recovery Girl made her rounds to check on him.