Bakugou is sluggish as he gets ready. He doesn't feel like moving at all, a contrast to his usual activity, but what can he do? He can't lay lazily on his bed staring up at the ceiling all day no matter how much he wishes he could. He can't ignore everything in his life, unfortunately. He'll have to go outside sometime. So he slowly pulls on some baggy sweat pants and his skull tee shirt like any other non-school day.

He's already slept in, or laid on his bed awake, far later than usual in an attempt to ignore the world around him. It's already almost twelve pm, and his meeting with the detective is at one, quickly approaching. Bakugou groans and lays back onto his bed, glaring at the ceiling again. Why did he agree to do this?

The blonde groans irritably and rolls over to check his phone. Aizawa told him they will be meeting in the teacher's lounge and to be early, so Bakugou should get food and head out soon. After fifteen more minutes pass, Bakugou gets up again and leaves his room, scowling at the air in front of him, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he slouches down the halls of the dorms.

The common area is mercifully empty, and Bakugou heads over to the kitchen, grabbing two bars, a banana, and a tall glass of milk. He eats slowly, glaring at the clock on the wall as its arms tick tauntingly around on their way to complete their newest circle. He sips from his glass and chews his food far slower than ever, anything to procrastinate his meeting, but sooner than he would like, the terrible clock seems to tick far more quickly than usual and lands on 12:40. Bakugou's eyes fall from the clock and he scowls at the empty wrappers, peel, and glass in from of him, but then he slams his hands onto the table forcefully, pushing himself up out of his seat, and moodily cleans up after himself.

He stuffs his hands back into his pockets as he frowns at the dorms' doors, stalking towards them, and as soon as he crashes then open he is met by a startled freckled face.

"Kacchan!" Midoriya yelps in surprise and flails after the door almost hits him.

Bakugou glares at Midoriya for a moment before huffing and walking past him, nudging the smaller boy out of his way.

The green boy gapes at him in surprise at not receiving a verbal reprimand, but then some odd emotion flickers across his face. "Wait, Kacchan!"

Bakugou doesn't stop his pace, not even glancing back towards the other boy. "Fuck off, Deku."

"Wait! Please don't go out th—" Midoriya begins, reaching out to stop the blonde.

Bakugou turns and shoves a hand in Midoriya's face, setting off a small explosion to force the boy back, making the greenette stumble to the ground on his rump. "Fuck. Off. Deku," Bakugou snarls, enunciating each word, turning back around and stalking down a path toward the school. Midoriya watches worriedly from his spot on the ground as Bakugou stomps away.

"Damn nerd, thinking he can tell me what the fuck to do," Bakugou grumbles as he makes his way toward the school with a fierce scowl. Why should he listen to that pitying bitch? He won't. So he keeps walking.

Bakugou soon finds himself in front of the school. Along the way, he's not even noticed the glances and mutterings in his direction, mind on his meeting and what he's going to have to say, but as soon as he enters the school he realizes all eyes are on him. Bakugou's nerves grow, fluttering around in his stomach. Could they know why he's here? Do they know about his meeting? No, they can't, he assures himself as he glares at each pair of eyes that so much as dare to look in his direction.

But...could they?

Bakugou forced his feet to move, one in front of the other, past the students, not even noticing the girls of his class watching him with worried gazes. He quickly makes it to the empty hallway that holds the entrance to the teachers' lounge.

He gets lost in his dreary thoughts as he stares at the handle of the door, but he nonetheless grabs onto the knob and opens the door, stalking into the room with faux confidence, not noticing a few girls peeking around the corner of the end of the hallway.

Stepping into the room at ten till one, Bakugou sees Aizawa standing to the side of the chair across from the couch while a plain-looking man sits in the chair. Bakugou blinks at the man and furrows his brows. The detective was early.

"Hello, are you Bakugou Katsuki?" the man asks, standing up with a kind smile on his face and a calming glimmer in his eyes as he stretches out a hand towards Bakugou to shake.

Bakugou scoffs and rolls his eyes, ignoring the outstretched hand. "Yeah."

"Bakugou," Aizawa says in a warning tone from where he stands. This may be difficult for the kid, but Aizawa is still his teacher.

Completely undeterred by the behavior, the detective pulls back his hand, instead politely introducing himself. "I'm detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. I'll be handling your case." Bakugou tsks in response, and the detective's expression softens as if he can see something past Bakugou's gruff exterior. That bothers Bakugou. "Would you please sit down, then?" the man asks, motioning to the couch.

Bakugou scowls slightly as he goes over to the couch and plops down on it, swinging his feet onto the table separating him and Tsukauchi's chair. Aizawa sighs resignedly.

"Alright," Tsukauchi begins, sitting down and pulling a notebook and pen out of a bag along with a voice recorder, clicking the record button, "from this point on, beginning at 12:58 pm on Saturday, (insert date :P), this meeting between myself, Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, and Bakugou Katsuki will be recorded. Is that okay with you, Bakugou-kun?" the detective dictates for the recording.

"Yeah," Bakugou responds blandly.

Tsukauchi nods. "Do you know why you are here?"

Bakugou scowls at his feet on the coffee table. "Duh."

"Would you mind stating the reason?"

Bakugou's eyes flicker up toward the detective for a moment to send a sharp glare at him, not really for any reason but to get rid of some of his piling emotions in some way. His eyes flickering back down and he grumbles, "I'm gonna be telling you about m-my...my...m—FUCK! My rapists," he spats after stumbling over his words. "And the crap I know about them and what happened to me to get the fuckers caught so this shit doesn't happen to other people."

Tsukauchi looks sad as he nods, unbothered by Bakugou's unique terminology. "Yes, that is about it. Would you mind explaining that day in as great of detail as possible? With the date and so forth."

Bakugou's brow furrows and he begins taking measures breaths as he tries to think back to that day. "It.... It was near the end of my last year of middle school, just before summer. It was May fucking twelfth," he spats with disgust. "I was going home and I just—" Bakugou's breath hitches and he takes a moment to gain control of himself again before speaking. "I was just passing by some stores, only about five fucking minutes from my house, when someone jumped me and pulled me down a-an alley. I.... I couldn't do anything about it," he snarls, angry at himself. "One of the bastards had a chain quirk, so he—he chained me up to a wall and restrained my wrists and hands so I couldn't use my quirk. They...fuck...they made a muzzle, too," he says and clenches his eyes closed, trying to force away the memories trying to envelop his mind.

"How many people were there, Bakugou?"

Bakugou bites his lip painfully. "Four," he says too quietly. "There were four."

Tsukauchi nods and jots it down. "Would you please give me descriptions of them, if you recall?"

"Yeah, I remember. The first guy.... Someone else called him Tetsuya. He was the guy with the chain quirk. Looks pretty damn plain. He's short, kinda chubby but not by much. He's got short brown hair and brown eyes and looks young. Around twenty. They all looked around twenty. All of them wore kinda streetwear outfits, too. Baggy, messed up pants, ripped jeans, massive shirts, and that sorta shit. They also all wore something that was pink and yellow," he says with a frown. "Whether it was a bandana, jacket, or socks. I think it was a symbol for them, or something. The second guy  was called Moyashi and had long vomit-green hair past his shoulders, slitted eyes, and even greener skin. He's a lanky bitch, gangly limbs, super tall, and all, and has one of those bull-looking nose rings." Bakugou pauses for a moment to collect himself. He angrily blinks away a few tears that try to escape him before he continues. "The third had an undercut. Fades from neon yellow at the ends to black on the base. He's got purple eyes. Average height and size, and his quirk was...he made his nails grow long at will, pretty much. He used them like knives to cut me when—you know—" he cuts himself off. "All I heard him be called is Claws, which I'm assuming is a nickname. The last guy," Bakugou pauses, body going stiff. "I think he was the leader of the group. Someone called him Anzhong, which I think is his real name. He's pretty tall. Taller than the first and third guy, but not the green one. He's got a piercing on the side of his nose and one through his eyebrow, and he had hot pink hair and these disgusting golden eyes," he spats, thinking about it with far off eyes. "His—" Bakugou's voice cracks. "His quirk was to make you..." a tear slips down his face as he bites through his lip, a dribble of blood flowing down over his chin. "He made you feel good against y-your will, no matter w-what he's do-doing," he chokes out as more tears begin to fall. His face scrunches up as he tries to stop the liquid from falling, pulling his legs down from the table as he grips above his knees with bruising strength, sitting slightly curled over as tears drop onto his lap. "Fuck, I didn't w-want this to go l-like th-this."

Tsukauchi looks up from his notes with a sad smile. "I am so sorry you had to go through all this, Bakugou-kun. I'll try to get out of your hair as soon as possible and you can move on with your day. The more information you give me, the easier it'll be to lock these guys up and the more likely it'll be that you won't have to testify. Now, would you mind telling me what the numbers you assigned meant?" Bakugou freezes. "The order that you said them: first, second, third, and fourth, I mean."

"Yeah, I understood what you meant," Bakugou says dangerously lowly. "That was the order they went and took their turns in."

"Would you please specify—"

Bakugou's head snaps up, eyes blown wide with rage as tears flow down his face in rivers. "The order they went in fucking me, dammit! Is that blatant enough for you? And then the others on the sidelines w-would cheer for each other when they weren't d-doing it!" he shouts angrily, pulling his arms up to grab at his sides in a pained sort of hug.

The man is silent with no reaction for a moment before looking down at his notes and writing something down. Bakugou's expression begins to crumble as his lip wobbles and the tears increase. The detective looks up with apologetic eyes. "Bakugou-kun, I am so sorry that you had to experience that. Thank you for being so brave and giving me this information. I will make sure to put these monsters in prison for a long time. Don't you worry," he says as he gathers his things, stopping the recording. "If you ever find that there is any more information, please contact me. I will be taking my leave now." With that, Tsukauchi nods his goodbyes to each of the other occupants of the lounge and heads out of the room, briefcase in hand.

As soon as the door closes, a single sob wracks Bakugou's body as he begins to tremble and pulls up his hands to cover his leaking eyes as if to block out the world. His head bends down and he continues to cry silently despite his shaking. Aizawa looks sadly at his student. This meeting was almost too much for even the pro hero to stand through. He can't imagine how terribly Bakugou must feel.

Slowly and cautiously, Aizawa walks over to his student and sits beside him on the couch, similarly to the last time they found themselves in this room, and puts his arms around the child. Bakugou flinches, but eventually leans into the touch, clinging to his teacher, and cries like there is no tomorrow as the dark haired hero comforts him silently.

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Credit for names!!
Tetsuya from ReallyTiredLol
Anzhong from -YourLocalSoftie-

Thank you both!!! I love the names u came up with, and you were so quick to respond!!💙💙

Claws and Moyashi are my own names/nicknames I made. Claws cuz... ya, haha, and for the bean sprout looking guy I looked up bean sprout in Japanese which is Moyashi... so Moyashi came to be :) Creative, right? Haha

-Angry
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