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Izuku was just supposed to be out for a grocery run for the class instead he gets escorted to the police station by two non descript cops. The cuffs cut harshly into his wrists and was given no awnsers.
Three hours after Izuku was arrested Detective Tsukauchi Noamasa arrived in the questioning room to find a bruised and bloodied Izuku staring defiantly at the opposite wall, staring was a nice way to put it with a black eye that swollen shut and the other unfocused.
There was a weight to him though a hefty sort of danger that a beat up kid had no real reason to give off. Izuku shifted his head and barely flinched with pain. Tsukauchi is convinced that visage of the teen will forever be burned into his mind.
Izuku was tired. Really, really tired and in pain. He doesn't remember much from the time of being in that awful room to what he thinks is a hospital room.
His lungs aches but his wrists are worse, there's a headache that refuses to go away and a persistent feeling that he's missing something.
The door cracks open and a nurse walks in and goes about the room checking things not even glancing at the bed, he supposes he should say something but talking feels like an herculean task.
The nurse squeaks when she finally notices he's awake, numbly he thinks back to Mr. Aizawa's situational awareness training.
"I'll grab a doctor." She's out the door in the next second and Izuku finds himself wanting to become one with the bed. Why was he here? What was the ladles thing he- The Journals.
The heart rate monitor starts up rapid symphony syncing with the rate of thoughts fluttering around his head. They think he's a villian. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not but that's not what people believe. Certainly not what those officers believes.
Izuku chokes as he shoves himself up into a sitting position. Was this normal for the accused to get beat up in the heart of a police station? Was this what he's fighting for?
Distantly he's aware he shouldn't be fiddling with the IV but he rips it out anyway, Blood splurts out but he doesn't care he's bled far more in the last- His head snaps up to look at the clock it's early morning.
The door slams open and a team of nurses come in and start holding him down. Someone's talking but he's not listening. They hold down the arm that didn't have the IV and inject something into it. Izuku is crying now a heaving sob that feels like it's rattling his chest. His eyes close.
"-mean he was sedated?" A gruff voice speaks softly but not kindly.
"It was nessasary he was panicking and already pulled his IV out sir." She sounded annoyed herself.
"Should of just let us in to begin with." A third voice spoke sounding further than the other too.
"Should of strapped him down to begin with." She muttered to herself.
"Leave." The gruff voice now becoming increasingly familiar practically growled out.
"Eraser." The third voice chimed exasperated. The door closes gently in the background.
"This wouldn't of happened if-" Yep defiantly Mr. Aizawa.
"Sensei?" Silence and then. "Your awake." A broken hum in the disinfectant filled air.
"I want to apologize, Midoriya." Izuku eyes snap to the third voice. Tsukauchi Noamasa, the detective that was on the scene for USJ. The detective that was trusted by All Might enough to keep the secret of One For All.
"Why?" Confusion colors his tone there isn't any reason for the detective to apologize it isn't like he did anything wrong to him personally and-
"I have wronged you, truth be told the questioning was only supposed to happen on Saturday and on campus." Ah he was muttering. Stupid Izuku.
"But-" He starts to cut in. "None what's so ever Problem Child. I-" Mr. Aizawa looks just as bad as when Kachan got kidnapped and maybe tentatively worse off than that.
"Need to finish off questioning so we can get the straps off and consult Nedzu." The detective chimes in looking sullen.
"He just woke up." The hero snaps. "I'm not the traitor." Izuku croaks.
There's an intense moment before. "Truth." No one speaks after that or maybe they do. He isn't awake enough to hear it anyway.