THE AGENCY, ONCE (Y/N) WAS IN HER OFFICE.

It was quiet. The clock on the wall ticked as the vents flicked on, causing the Japanese flag in the corner to billow slightly.

The detective sat at her desk, humming a song and tapping her foot. She looked over a few papers, slipping them in a file folder.

She was at peace.

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Chiharu sat at her desk, reading over some emails. She nodded her head to the beat of the music which played over her one ear bud.

Her mind drifted to her boss and the woman's many suitors. She chuckled and smiled, happy for the woman.

She just felt bad that all her suitors were pro-heroes.

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Daichi sat at his desk, hacking into some douchebags computer.

"I swear to god, swear to god, swear to god if you leave me, me, me," he sang under his breath, listening to the music blasting over his headphones. "It's like the world comes crashing down, down, down."

He was content.

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Bakugo looked out over the edge of the building he was standing on, watching the people below.

His mind drifted to the detective he always found himself thinking about.

I hate her, he thought, I want to to stop thinking about her.

But he knew he couldn't. Bakugo Katsuki had never been in love before, but the rage that filled him when he saw that picture of her and that fucking Deku on the news, that was made him think that he was now.

He was rather conflicted about the whole situation. He just knew that hearing her voice was everything he ever needed in life.

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Mirio sat at his desk, his hand flying over the paper he was grading.

He looked up at the seats in front of him, empty and the classroom barren.

He breathed in, the air smelling like graphite and paper.

So they found out. I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought.

His mind drifted back to the conversation he and his class had had earlier. He couldn't deny what they had said, he did like the detective. What the hell was a "parent trap" anyway? Whatever it was, it sounded like trouble. But he silently hoped it would work.

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Izuku sat his desk, answering emails on his desktop. He felt the sun shining through the window and onto his back, making his entire body warm.

He sighed, raking a hand through his curls and pulling on one, leaning back and scratching his slight stubble with his free hand.

Sighing, he brought both hands down to his desk. He looked at one, flexing it into a fist and back, examining the scars that ran across it like a subway map.

He guiltily clicked onto the tab he always kept open, eyes falling upon the headline; NUMBER ONE HERO DEKU AND DETECTIVE (L/N); COUPLE OF THE YEAR?

Inspecting the picture below the headline he sadly smiled. It hurt when the detective had disproved the rumors. Even if that's what they were, just rumors.

It might have been nice to live in a fake world with her for a while. But she was his best friend's crush and what kind of friend would he be to ruin that?

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Tamaki's feet moved on their own, walking him back towards U.A., the journey muscle memory at this point.

His cheeks were hotter than they had been in a while, his mind going a hundred kilometers an hour.  

He just- he just kissed the detective. On the cheek. He kissed her. And then she— she did it back!

He whined at the memory, pulling his hood further down and over his face.

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Kirishima sat in his home, scrolling through local news that he wasn't quite caught up on.

He hummed a happy tune, smiling to himself as he saw him and Bakugo standing side by side in a picture.

He put down his phone, rubbing his eyes and looking over at the reflective glass hung on his wall.

Getting up, he walked over to it, inspecting his face. He groaned internally seeing that he was starting to break out again. It was subtle, barely visible, but it bothered the hero to end.

I did say I would do face masks with (L/N) one day.

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Mina sang a song under her breath as she walked around on patrols. The fluff on her hero costume tickled her shoulders as she swung her arms.

She hadn't done much that day, the streets were relatively peaceful.

The woman had had a dream the night before, one that confused her greatly once she woke up.

It was about her. (L/N). In the dream they were dating and it was nice, peaceful. That was, until Todoroki came along in the form of Nezu and started calmly scolding them in All Might's voice about PDA in the halls.

Ok, maybe it wasn't the most normal dream but it was nice. Dating the detective, what a thought. But all her friends like the woman too.

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Denki sat, tapping the arm rest on the plane as he listened into the latest episode of his favorite serial killer podcast.

"The head detective on the case, one (L/N)
(Y/N) was only in the force for eight months before getting this massive case. Still though, she declined help and caught the murderer in record time." The woman said over his head phones, making Denki perk up in his seat.

"Wait that's crazy," the co-host countered, "she was barely in the force, how'd she solve it so quick?"

"That's the thing, I was doing my research on her for today's episode and she almost always solves cases in three days or less, it's insane."

Denki smiled, looking proud in his seat. He bounced his leg excitedly, making the older woman next to him ask if he was ok.

"Yeah, yeah, just really proud of this girl I like."

The woman nodded in understanding, winking and telling him to sweep her up when he had the chance. Denki nodded, thinking about her words.

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Shoto winced as the site nurse pulled the shards of glass out of his arm. He was protecting a civilian when a villain burst through a window, shattering glass all over his arm.

"Try to distract yourself from the pain, alright Temperature?" The nurse suggested, punctuating her sentence with a tug to a piece of glass.

He winced again, nodding nonetheless.

The hero thought of Midoriya. His best friend. People thought it was weird that he still called his best friend by his surname, but whenever— another piece of glass left his arm— Midoriya suggested his first name, Shoto felt it was too strange.

He didn't call a lot of people by their first names. His siblings... that was— glass was pulled again from his wounds— about it. Well, his siblings and Detective (L/N). The woman he loved.

Temperature was honestly still quite confused about how he fell for her so quickly. His therapist said that maybe it was because of his lack of love as a child that made him think he was in love with anyone attractive that caught his attention.

No, he thought, maybe that's what it was at first, but after spending time with her I am most definitely in love with her. There is no doubt.

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Tenya sat on the edge of the bench, with Tensei in his wheelchair beside him. They talked about little things, Tensei's marriage and Tenya's job.

"Hey, that detective that Hawks swung around the other day at that fight. The detective, do you know her?" Tensei asked, turning his head to look at his little brother.

"Yes, I do. We are friends." Tenya answered quickly.

Too quickly, Tensei noted.

"Just friends huh?" Tensei asked.

"Yes brother, just friends." Tenya knew that if Tensei found out about his complicated feelings for the agent, he would never hear the end of it.

"Uh huh. Alright then." The older of the two still wasn't convinced.

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Ochaco leaned over the side of her bed, reading a book she had placed on the ground. She kicked her feet behind, eyes scanning the lines of the romance novel.

'If only Kojima knew that Ando loved her too. The same way her brother did.'

"No way!" Ochaco exclaimed, grabbing the book and sitting up. "Her boyfriend's sister too? Dang!"

She had not been expecting that. She was surprised by the sudden proclamation of love from a woman for a woman, as she hadn't read a lot of books containing gay or lesbian romance. It just wasn't that common outside of manga in Japan, and even now, which was a more progressive time, it was hard to find media with homosexual characters that isn't hyper-fetishized.

It made her feel validated that someone wrote about the feelings that she had for other women. One in particular, she noted.

She hadn't spent that much time with her, but she knew she liked the detective.

I should get to know her more.

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Yaoyorozu's phone buzzed in her pocket as she signed her official report on the robbery she just stopped. Sighing, she takes out her phone, looking at the notification while smiling and waving goodbye to the officer.

Recommended for you: Detective (L/N), Unofficial Hero.

The woman's eyes went wide as she blushed, recalling her and the woman's intimate moment after Ochaco's sleepover.

No one else knew, not unless (Y/N) had told someone. Yaoyorozu had been trying to be more outgoing lately, but what was she thinking?

But she just looked so hot on her bike, and Yaoyorozu thought about doing it, thought about being reckless, and then decided, fuck it! Let's do it!

It made her face hot just thinking about it.

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Jiro clicked her jacks together as she looked out the window of the taxi. A harsh yet nice tune floated out from her earbuds, one she hummed along to.

She set one hand down on her knee and stuck invisible chords with her thumb. Longing to play her guitar again, her chest ached with the desire to pluck out a tune on the tight strings.

She had been obsessed with heavy metal recently, reminding her of her time at U.A. She smiled at the thought, the song changing on her device.

"Making love on the kitchen counter-" Jiro changed the song immediately, not wanting the taxi driver to see her flustered state.

It had been her favorite song a month ago, but now she couldn't listen to it with out hearing (Y/N)'s laugh and feeling the woman's breath on her own face.

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Tokoyami watched his feet as they kicked back and forth, occasionally hitting the base of the exam table.

He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the paper gown he was wearing rub against his skin like sandpaper.

He was at the doctor's for a check up, making sure there wasn't any long term damage paired with his concussion.

He doesn't remember much from the fight where he got said concussion. Just the woman slamming his head against the ground, and then the detective asking him questions as she held his face.

That part was still fuzzy.

She was really worried about you you know.

"Please be quiet," the hero complained to his other half.

It's true!

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Sero swung from building to building, eventually landing on a short office building and taking a seat on the roof. He sighed, missing the feeling of air against his face.

It was calming, swinging like that. He hadn't done it in a while, mostly because he did it whenever he needed to think.

And lately, he didn't want his mind to wander at all.

Because every time it did, he thought of that party, that damned party where he got dangerously drunk and kissed a cute woman.

And she remembered it all.

God, he was still so embarrassed by it, his anxiety never letting it go, always reminding him, hey, remember that time you kissed a woman you barely knew while drunk? Yeah, let's wallow about for hours till we pass out from exhaustion.

So he kept busy. Work, hobbies, loud music, podcasts, television, friends, anything to keep his mind off the embarrassing moment.

But it always came back. He had to do something, anything, to get her out of his head.

He was so tired.

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Shinsou sat at the cafe, rubbing the capture weapon between his fingers as he thought.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked towards the glass door for what seemed to be the millionth time in the last fifteen minutes.

Part of him wanted (Y/N) to walk through that door right now so he could talk to her, but he wasn't sure if he could face her after his words the last time he saw her.

"You're perfect."

God, what was he thinking? He probably creeped her the hell out. But she didn't seem creeped out.

He's never been good at wooing people, what if she likes Denki more? He's better at flirting after all.

No, he thought, no way she likes that dunce. She's too sophisticated.

He sipped his coffee.

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Tomura paced in his cell, biting his thumb nail.

A month, a month, a month, a month, a month!

That's all. Then he could see her again. Oh dear lord, her.

He was ecstatic. He wasn't bluffing when he said he would kill that receptionist, he would, without a second thought. He also wasn't bluffing when he said he had valuable information on the Phantom Thief, but he knew (Y/N) couldn't care less what the bastard did.

Tomura just wanted to see her.

He wanted to see her now, to reach across the table and take her hands and kiss her lips and hold her like he used to, he wanted to do it now.

But he had to look his best for her. And to do that he had to use his connections outside the prison to get the stuff he needed.

He was trying to be patient, but thoughts of her made it very, very hard.

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Toga laid on her back, legs propped up on the wall as her head hung off the edge of the bed.

She was hopelessly bored.

There was nothing to do in prison. They took her knives and right now, she was in solitary, so she couldn't see anyone else.

Can you believe that? Solitary confinement! All she did was stab another inmate with her fork! He lived, it wasn't that bad!

What bullshit.

She never had visitors, not unless Detective
(L/N) came, so she was incredibly lonely. Solitary didn't help. She missed her detective.

Toga was always happy, always jumping around and smiling, but now... she didn't seem to smile much anymore. Prison was draining, and she just couldn't find the energy to be happy as often anymore. Her only friend here was Dabi, everyone else hated her, and Tomura was held in an even higher security cell than her. It sucked.

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Dabi winced at the feeling of the sterile metal stabbing into his skin.

"Bitch!" He hissed under his breath and the nurse glared at him. She continued on, placing the stapler against his collarbone again, about an inch away.

"Ready, two, three." She said, pressing the device down, causing the man the grit his teeth and squeeze the small toy she had handed him.

"Okay, we're done now." She stepped away and to the counter, picking up Cotten pads and alcohol to clean the fresh wounds.

She began cleaning, meanwhile, Dabi stared off at the ground behind her on thought.

"Something on your mind? Someone?" She asked. Normally, Dabi wouldn't dare tell anyone anything about himself, but right now, Toga was in solitary and he was slowly dying from it on the inside. He had no one to talk to.

"Yeah. The woman that always visits me."

"Girlfriend?" The nurse asked, smirking.

"Friend. We're friends." He hastily corrected, not needing the nurse thinking he liked anyone, even if he did. Maybe. He wasn't sure.

"Jesus, go easy with the alcohol, would you?"

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Takami hummed as he signed a fans shirt.

"Thank you Hawks!" They exclaimed, looking at the shirt in awe.

"Anytime kid." Takami winked and walked off after handing the person their pen. He strutted down Cherry Street, suddenly taking flight in the middle and soaring in the air high above the cars and buildings.

He could feel people starring and pointing from below, but he didn't care, he was used to it.

Wondering if his detective was watching made Takami flush, and slightly swoon at the thought. He could hear her writing in her office through his feather, she singing some song in another language, the sound muffled through her shirt.

The winged hero was brought back to reality when he felt himself falling through the air, instantly pulling up and scolding himself for loosing his focus.

He was in love. He thought he was at least. Maybe she could teach him.

This chapter is just over 3,000 words😅😅

Fun Fact: The character order for this chapter is the same order the reader meets all the characters in.

Ahem. Let's talk about Ochaco's section for a moment, because it's really important. A lot of Japanese media containing gay men in particular is hyper-fetishized which causes gay men to be put up on a pedestal so their relationships seem perfect. You have to understand that gay men have both personal and relationship issues too. They're people. Real people with issues. And by putting a relationship between two men above everyone else's, you're making them stand out more than they already do while you should treat their relationship like any straight one you see. Thank you for your time.

Reminder: I know that you seem invisible. I know that you think no one sees you. But people do see you. I see you. Your friends see you. Your family sees you. You are seen and you are loved. I love you all 💞💞💞

Sorry this chapter is late by the way, I've been kinda busy stressing over ✨things that don't matter✨

Over and out.