Interrogation(4)

                                    

                                          
    Aizawa watches from the back corner of the hospital room. They're one step closer to bringing down the league.
"Let's get started." Tsukauchi takes out a notebook. "When I ask you a question, give your answers as a complete statement. I have a lie detector quirk, so I'll know immediately if you don't tell the truth."
Dabi passively looks at Tsukauchi. "Great," he said dryly.
Tsukauchi looks at the file he has on the villain. "Alight, we'll start with some simple questions since our intel on you is mostly theories. First, we heard villains refer to your quirk being Cremation. Is this true, and has it always been that way?"
"Sure."
"That doesn't answer the question. Besides," Tsukauchi hardens his gaze at him, "my quirk detects dishonesty in your answer."
Dabi sits in silence, staring at him unmoving until, "No, it wasn't always called Cremation, but that's the name it's been given now."
"Thank you. Can you please confirm what your age is?" Tsukauchi asked while writing down the previous answer.
"Guess."
The detective checks the file again, annoyed. "There's no need to be so difficult." He looks back up. "The police report has your age estimated to be between 22-30." 
Dabi's mouth twitches up, and amusement fills his eyes before he goes serious. "I'm 16." Aizawa almost spits out his coffee.
"Could you repeat that?" Tsukauchi just had to double check.
"I'm 16 years old." 
    Only sixteen. Sure, the league had other teenagers in it, but Dabi had been calling the shots during that attack on the camp, and they had listened. He glanced back at Aizawa nodding to say it was true.
    Aizawa stared back in disbelief. A teenager almost the same age as his students led a group of villains to kidnap Bakugo?! And he succeeded! This also explains why Dabi's frame was smaller than he expected.
"It's the boots, they make me look taller. I'm actually six feet if you want to write that down too." His eyes flick toward the notebook. "I have to give some of the credit to these scars though. They really change a person's appearance." Dabi gestures to his face as well as he can while being cuffed.
Still stunned, Tsukauchi had let the silence stretch for too long, enough that Dabi took notice and narrowed his eyes at him. Clearing his throat, Tsukauchi composed himself. "Out of all the league members, you're the only one we don't have a real name for." Something flickered in Dabi's eyes. Fear? But, why?
Dabi takes a deep breath. "I'm not telling you."
"I'm sorry, but I need your name"
His eyes are closed now, like he's meditating. "No."
"Your name is needed for the records. I can't just leave it blank."
Dabi doesn't respond.
Determined, Tsukauchi tries several more times, but the result was the same- only now the villain switched to glaring at him.
Tsukauchi rubs his eyes. He isn't getting anywhere. Dabi had been much more willing to share other personal information, but not his name. Just what is so special about it? Just as the detective was about to try convincing Dabi to spill for the twentieth time, and trust him, he's counted, Aizawa interrupts.
 "Leave it. It's clear he's not going to tell us no matter what we do. At this point, we're just wasting time. We need to move on, what really matters is getting intel on the league."