Not a Bad Person
POV Momo:
Momo wanted out of here.
God, she was mad. Of course this had to happen. It was such an easy mission. Just a simple, stupid task to do before she could go home and eat. Or sleep. Or whatever.
It didn’t matter. She just wanted out.
She was sitting in an interrogation room. It definitely wasn’t her first time, but she hated it whenever she got caught. The dark orange lights swinging low over her head, the grungy gray walls that always seem to be closing in, and even worse was the eye contact. To hell with that.
Momo hated the scrutiny. She knew that no matter what she did the heroes would always make her the bad guy. Nothing she could say would fix that.
She didn’t even think of herself as that bad of a person. Irritable? Maybe. Violent? Definitely. But not a bad person. It’s not like she kicks puppies or anything, and Momo had seen civilians do that with no repercussions.
None the less she sat in a cold chair with her hands cuffed with quirk-canceling restraints, and across the table were three adults who all wanted her dead.
Detective Tsukauchi and her went way back. He pissed Momo off, always so put together. He doesn’t even flinch at her remarks anymore, having gotten used to them through the years. He sat across from her, holding a stack of wrinkled documents in his hand, flipping through them.
Behind him was Midnight, the one and only. While Tsukauchi might’ve pissed Momo off, Midnight, oh Midnight, truly was the one who made her mad. While Momo had scrounged around looking for food, she flaunted her chest and swung her hips as if everything was a joke to her. The so-called pro thought that she was special, and Momo agreed. Especially annoying.
She was pacing around behind the Detective’s chair, leaving her empty seat cold. The click of her heels was already sending Momo rearing to flip the table. Who the hell fights in those anyway?
Lastly was that weird furry in the corner, the one that tackled her. He didn’t look like much now, actually quite fat if Momo was being blunt. His tail swished against the wall as he picked out the blood from under his claws. Momo’s blood from when he scratched her.
“Who the HELL do you think you are, brat!”
Coming out of her thoughts, she couldn’t help but snarl at the yelling pro. Midnight had stopped pacing and had come back to the table. Her hair was tangled and matted and her face was blotted red with boiling anger. So this was how it was going to go down.
“No fucking introductions first? Well, what else would I expect from a bitch as old as you.”
Stammering, Midnight went even redder in the face.
“OLD? What would you even KNOW about age? You little-”
“What would I know? Probably more than a hag like you!” Momo retorted, bearing her feral snarl even wider. She stood up and slammed her hands down on the table the best she could despite them being cuffed,” Who’d want to date a fucking cougar anyway!”
“Alright ladies, let’s settle down.”
Of course, Detective Tsuakuchi just had to step in. Momo was tempted to lower his ego right then and there and break out of this joint, but she knew she was too outnumbered to pick a fight. That doesn’t mean she didn’t want to though.
Despite his request, neither of them sat down. In fact, they leaned into each other’s faces, both of their hands still slammed into the table, and Momo stuck her tongue out at Midnight. Immature, she knows, but the hero’s disgusted face was worth it.
None the less, neither one of them surrendered to their seats.
Clearing his throat, the dumbass detective tried again,” Midnight, sit down, please.”
Scoffing, she looked at the man,” But! She- I didn’t- She started it!”
“What are you, five? Sit down.”
It was the cat officer this time. Despite him being a cop and all, Momo kind of liked his attitude. She waited until Midnight had awkwardly shuffled into her seat before plopping down into her own, still grinning.
“Well then, let’s try to be professional here,” Momo could swear that he glanced at Midnight out the corner of his eye,” So let’s begin.”
Momo was bored and tired. She knew that her idiot friends were coming to get her soon. But she could hardly stand another minute of this. Blah, blah, blah. She rolled her head back and tipped the legs of her chair until she was balanced on two, looking up at the cracking board ceilings.
This was going to be a long night.
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POV Shinsou:
This was a stupid plan.
Shinsou could think of a million different things he would prefer to be doing right now. Like sleeping back at the base or making tea, but no. Momo just had to get caught.
It’s not like he blamed her or anything, but it was just such an inconvenience to be doing work this late. It was past his bedtime.
None the less, his friends had immediately enacted a plan to go rescue her. So he stood in front of the police station, the place that was filled with their enemy, apparently planning to infiltrate it. Simply brilliant.
Midoriya and Iida had discussed the plan with him before they left. They were to scale the gates surrounding the station, jump onto the roof, down the shafts, and then somehow locate the room where Momo was most likely being interrogated before getting caught and having all hell break loose. Personally he didn’t see why he couldn’t just brainwash some folks and get this over with, but if Midoriya wanted to be dramatic Shinsou guessed that was fine with him.
“We should get going! It is getting late, and we shouldn’t keep Momo waiting!”
Iida was swinging his arms, directing both Midoriya and him up the wire gate. Grabbing onto the cold metal, he pulled himself up after the green-haired brainiac had finished climbing above him. Simple enough, or at least one step closer to his bed.
Next up was the get onto the roof. Luckily for them, there was a low level on top of the building which was easily accessible with a small skip and a jump.
He cringed a little at the echoing metal noise that vibrated under his feet. The roof was slightly unstable and had honestly expected something better put together for the police station. Tentatively, Midoriya tried out another step after Iida finished the jump swiftly, only to be met with the same thunderous noise. Fantastic. Might as well take away their element of surprise.
“Our best option is going to be taking it slow. It’s going to be loud either way, but try to be soft with your footsteps at least.” Midoriya whispered his orders to Shinsou and Iida, the three of them not sure if they were looking at each other from how pitch black it was.
Every footstep hurt Shinsou’s soul. It was bad enough when one person was stepping, but the three of them combined was excruciatingly loud, even at a snail’s pace. He was honestly surprised that no one had come out to stop them yet. He means, really? Come on. They were as obvious as could be, and-
Oh shit.
He felt his foot hit a different texture. A small bump, most people wouldn’t notice it, but he most definitely did. As his foot hit the tripwire the sound of whirring machines surrounded him before he could react, and then all three of them were smushed together inside of a rope trap.
He couldn’t help but imagine being a cartoon character, with all of his friends tangled together in a messy flurry. Less cartoonishly, he watched as Midoriya removed his arm from under Iida and whip out a knife from God knows where and try to hack away at the thick woven material, but it wouldn’t budge.
Shinsou couldn’t see very well in the darkness but heard the booming of the tiles getting louder as flashlights were shone in his eyes. A faint silhouette revealed to him the outlines of Present Mic and Eraserhead.
Shinsou had known that this was a stupid plan. Why couldn’t he had just gone back to bed?