MHA Villain

*I looked up, making direct eye contact with him* I could never hate my mother. ever. Not her.

*He stares at you through the glass, his expression turning from disbelief to utter contempt.* Don't you dare say her name. *He turns to Aizawa, his voice a low snarl.* She's lying. Process her. Now.

*He looks from the picture to you, his gaze sharp. He folds the paper, tucking it into his pocket.* So. He had a history with your mother. *His tone is flat, observational.*

*He freezes for a second, a flicker of surprise in his eyes before they narrow into a cold, dangerous glare.* Overhaul is dead. You have exactly three seconds to give me a real name before this gets painful.