Not Yet

XLII: Sinister

Wheeling Izuku in, the familiar atmosphere of the interrogation room felt strangely intimidating and eerie for Shouta. This was practically his playground, he knows every corner and every lightbulb like the back of his hand, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he should not be there.

He came to realise that the source of his distress was what laid on the other side of the one-way glass.

Slumped on the chair carelessly, the villain had a relaxed manner even with one wrist cuffed to the table infront of him. His raven, shoulder long hair was slicked nicely back, with a well-ironed, long sleeved black shirt and a pair of trousers. If not for his unsettling devious expression, and the creepy smile that seemed to be glued on his face from ear to ear, Aizawa could have mistaken him for a random office worker any day.

Yet even with that bland appearance, the icy, chilling dread that filled the room radiated unmistakably from that one bland form.

Before Aizawa could hesitate and turn back from where they came, a tired Tsukauchi met them and led them to the window.

"Thank you for coming here, we really appreciate it alot," he directed his speech to Aizawa, although he was looking at Izuku, a bit unsure. He didn't expect the witness to be in such a poor state. He started to understand Shouta's hesitation.

Izuku's gaze stayed glued to the villain's form on the other side of the glass, not a blink was made. It was hard to determine what he really was feeling at the moment.

Tsukauchi took out his file and briefed the pair on this man.

"We hadn't succeeded in finding out much, only his villain name and his quirk. He is surprisingly tight-lipped and sly. Not a word the whole time.

"But from what we gathered, this is Nightmare, estimated to be between 29-33 years old, with a quirk that allows him to alter visual stimuli, which is with simple words to make a person see what is not there, some form of hallucinations or reality altering visions." He concluded, and gears on Aizawa's mind started spinning.

Something about weird visions and pictures sounded familiar, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"We would like to start with confirming his identity. Since he doesn't seem to be willing to talk anytime soon lets do-" before he could continue, the villain's head wipped directly to their direction, as if he could feel them standing there despite the soundprood, reflecting glass. His disturbing sinister smile widened even more, something that they didn't think was possible, as shiny white teeth made themselves visible, with squinting eyes drowned in darkness, small lines appeared at the edges and making his naturally small eyes almost nonexistent, which made his feature resemble something inhuman. 

As if to mock the police officer's last proclamation, he started talking.

"Well well well, I see you are here, Shigaraki's toy~" His sing-song tone was the most annoying thing Aizawa had heard in his entire life, yet before he could dwell on the tone, the words sank in and he could feel rage like no other, at what he had called his boy.

Izuku remained as unresponsive as ever. No emotions mirrored on his face, at least outwardly. But there was no need, because Shouta had enough rage for both of them.

"I would have gotten up to greet you properly, but well.." he shook his cuffed hand to emphasise his lack of motion range.

"You know... we miss you dearly, at the bar, I mean," he let out a chuckle that sounded like a snort, as if he couldn't decide between being amused or disgusted. "You could have been with us right now, has it not been for that woman that walked out on us at the last minute. But don't worry! I took care of her!"