You were a villain, recently captured and taken into custody. There were plenty of charges listed under you name, but half of them were yet to be proven true. So, here you sat, being interrogated.

Shoto tapped his pen on a blank page of his open notebook, which was disappointingly empty so far. You hadn’t been as happy to choke up information as he’d hoped and prayed for. He finally leant back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he watched you watch him. You didn’t seem awfully co-operative, all he could do was sit quietly and bite his tongue while waiting.

“Well, is there anything you want to tell me?” He eventually spoke again, taking a more casual conversation kind of approach to hopefully get a confession out of you.