The class looked at you silently. A thick, glass wall separated the two sides- you on one, the rest of 1-A on the other. The only actual way of access to eachother? The small holes in the glass to allow a conversation.

You had refused to talk to anyone. Not your parents, not All Might, not Aizawa... so the police decided to see if you'd talk to your classmates- the very same people who found out you were the traitor, and captured you.

There was a long silence. The room was too bright... too clean... too pure for such a situation. Besides tense breathing, and a few sniffles of people hiding their tears, the room was quiet.

Eventually, somebody finally stepped forward. Bakugo. The rest of the class were suprised, since it looked like he didn't care about the situation... but then he spoke. Firm. Cold. Unforgiving. Katsuki: "Why?"

...silence.

Katsuki: "Why didn't you fight back?" ...He was referring to when the class caught you on call with the LOV. You hadn't tried to defend yourself, hadn't tried to lie, hadn't tried to run- and you hadn't tried to fight. You just accepted it, and turned yourself in.

There was another silence, before Bakugo got annoyed. He slammed his fist on the glass, yelling out. Katsuki: "ANSWER ME!" Eijiro: "Bro... just-"

Kirishima quietly stepped forward, pulling Bakugo a step away from the glass. The blonde shrugged him off, glaring at you.