Hang Up

                                    

                                          
"Ugh..."
                          

"You're so weak, Katsuki."
                          

"All you had to do was get the job done."
                          

"But your incompetent ass couldn't even get that done."
                          
"My only orders were so so simple Katsuki. It didn't take a rocket scientist to follow them."
                          
"You're only job was this..."
                          
"Don't. Get. Caught."
                          
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8 Months Later
                          
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"U-uh," the man cleared his throat, "M-Mr. uh Bakugo?" The nervous doctor called out to the restrained man who was sat secured to his seat, only a few feet from him.
                          
The man watched with wavering green eyes as two men restrained Katsuki to the chair and unlocked the muzzle that was around his face. Katsuki growled and spat at their shoes before flexing his jaw and gritting his teeth. 
                          
The men simply locked Katsuki onto the chair and left without a word. He didn't give the dirty blonde man much attention before shifting his attention towards his lap. 
                          
The male before the doctor looked terrifying. His broad shoulders slacking as his arms were chained behind him. A bright orange jumpsuit accompanying the chains and cuffs around his wrists and ankles.
                          
"U-um l-let's see here." The man thought aloud as he began to rummage through his neatly organized folders with clammy hands. He brought a shaky hand up towards his face to push his glasses up on his nose.
                          
"Uh, hi. I-I'm Dr. Iitzu a-and I'll be your personal therapist who w-will help you on your road towards rec-covery." He annouced.
                          
Katsuki didn't move, nor give any signals towards the idea of being a welcomed citizen.
                          
"I...umm..." The nervous man nervously peeked towards the duel- sided glass, as he was not sure of he could take on such a huge task for it was only his first time interviewing anyone, let alone a murderer.
                          
The man received no help from the people as they decided to watch the scene unfold rather than stepping in. The doctor didn't seem to be in danger and that's all that mattered.
                          
The doctor released a shaky sigh before slowly turning his attention towards his patient, only to involuntarily yelp when he found Katsuki's eyes boaring into his every move.
                          
The smaller male just shuffled his papers a gulped down as much courage as he could before speaking.
                          
"Uh...hello. I-I'm doctor- oh wait I already said that." He said as he mentally slapped himself.
                          
"Ok...well...I'm just here to help you and understand why you did what you did." He paused. "So, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I hope you answer them honestly, or else we're going to be here longer than we're supposed to." 
                          
Katsuki just leered at the man in silence.
                          
"S-so uh...first question," the doctor began, "h-how many people did you kill?"