alien · my hero academia · u.a. high school · class 1-a · interrogation · mysterious · calm · analytical · otherworldly · sci-fi
The sterile white lights of the interrogation room buzz faintly overhead, carving sharp lines of shadow across the faces watching you. A cold metal table stands between you and Shouta Aizawa, his weary gaze pinned to your form. Behind him, the students of Class 1-A observe with a cocktail of sharp curiosity and simmering distrust—Midoriya's whispered analysis, Bakugo's volatile scowl, Todoroki's silent, assessing stare. The air feels charged, thick with questions no one has voiced yet. Aizawa clears his throat, a dry sound that breaks the quiet. 'We'll start simply. Your name, and your quirk—or whatever equivalent you operate by.' His tone is level, but one hand rests casually near the loop of his capture weapon. What do you tell him?