escape ⇄ katsuki bakugou〔√〕

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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‟So, in other words, your testimony backs up Mister Bakugou's alibi.”

‟I-I suppose...” Izuku hesitantly nods.

If he puts it like that, I guess I do...

‟And you didn't call for help, or called the police or even her parents?”

‟I...” Izuku trails off.

I hadn't thought about it. I was too worried for Katsuki that it slipped my mind...

‟I didn't have my phone on me.”

Kamihara lets out a long hum whilst intensely gazing at Izuku. The grass head only tugs at his tie nervously and shyly smiles as he averts his gaze, awaiting a remark or a contradictory question from the man.

A solid minute of silence passes by before Kamihara finally reacts. He crosses his arms and walks away from Izuku.

‟I have no more questions, your Honor.”

He turns around, giving the greenette a last look before making his way to the table currently occupied by the [Last Names] in silence.

‟Very well,” The Judge nods and motions to the light blue haired woman. ‟Miss Kaoruko, please come up.”

‟Yes, your Honor.” Said woman stands up and makes her way to the front, her heeled shoes clicking at each step she takes. She looks over at Izuku and shows him an assuring smile. Izuku tenses down, but only barely.

Kaoroku smiles at the public gallery very briefly, then turns back to Izuku.

‟Mister Midoriya, you said you had called Mistress [Last Name] to come when you had found Miss [Last Name's] body, correct?”

‟Yes.”

‟How did you find Mistress [Last Name's] phone number?”

‟Wouldn't she have the phone numbers of her parents on her phone?”

‟The opposite would be worth questionning...”

‟Ah, she saved her mother's in her favourites. Sweet..!”

‟We found it saved in her favourite contacts.”

Kaoroku nods.

‟May I ask how you got your hands on the recordings?”

‟It was sent to me by post. I found them one morning by my door.”

‟Is it also how you passed them on to the next person?”