Disclaimer: I own neither Persona nor My Hero Academia they belong to Sega Atlus and Kohei Horikoshi respectively. This will be the only time I do this with the Licensing and stuff.
"Talking"
Thinking... = Mc's Personal thoughts
'Thinking' = other character thoughts
(Talking... )= Arsene is speaking either in the head, or he has fully materialized and is specifically taking part in the conversation.
[Spells]
Doing an entire Overhaul, to match the Sequel in quality.
Summary: A Familiar Fate, but a different story.
Cramped, stale, and uncomfortable…
That would be the description of the cold interrogation room he found himself in. The hard chair dug into his back and the cuffs locked around his wrists were bound to the table, a few experimental tugs did nothing to soothe his sore wrists. Honestly, he would prefer his cell in the Velvet Room compared to this hole. He glanced at the one-way mirror on the opposite wall and sighed. There were eyes on the other side of that mirror, he knows there's watching, and no doubt that they were unsettled by his appearance.
His hair, while not that surprising, was a ruffled, curly mess. Grime and dust stained his face, his mask was on the table and there was a spider webbing crack across the mask. Despite everything, his costume remained mostly intact, except his shoulder still burned from the bullet wound. The police didn't seem to care about it, but they at least had the decency to wrap it up in gauze; he ignored the crimson splotch that stained it. He counted the ceiling tiles 4 times before exasperation made his face plummet back against the table surface.
A simple healing spell or [Dia], that's what 'He' calls it anyways' would've had him patched up in no time, yet he couldn't breach the strange fog that clouded his mind when he tried to call upon his persona. He was distant but was in his grasp of pulling through to 'HIM' but at last, he slips through his fingers like sand whenever he tries to reach him. No doubt caused by these quirk neutralizing handcuffs, maybe if able to get released
somehow I doubt this is gonna be easy…
I could practice and get accustomed, then I can bring Him out.
The chains around his wrist clinked when he threw his head back with a sigh.
Had it been Seconds...?
Minutes...?
Hours...?
That had passed since they threw him in here? He had lost count...
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and two people stepped inside. One, a plain-looking detective in a brown trench coat, and two, a cat-headed police officer. He will never get used to the strange sight.
Things hadn't made sense since the dawn of quirks, so he starts thinking about how the hell will he get out of this. He knew there was gonna be a day when the law caught him, so he plastered on a facade with his confident smirk as the detective took the seat opposite of him. A thin folder was set on the table and the detective dug a small notebook and pen from his coat pocket. He looked exhausted, but there was a kind smile on his face.
"We'll try to keep this short. My name is Tsukauchi Naomasa." The detective said, "We haven't been able to find anything about you in our system. So, for starters, why don't you tell us your name and story?"