TRIGGER WARNING: TALK OF DRUGS AND CIGARETTES.
PROCEED.

"Jesus this place is a dump."

For once, Bakugo was right on the money. This place was absolutely horrendous. Dishes looked like they hadn't been washed in at least two weeks considering this guy lived alone and there two trash bags propped against the cabinets, not to mention the one that was open and overflowing.

A thick layer of dust covered everything, and in other places a thick spill of 'I-don't-even-want-to-know' covered things.

This guy was a wreck.

"Geez, this guy really..." Eijiro trailed off, looking towards the stained couch. "Ew..."

"I second that," I said, looking around as I slid a pair of sterile gloves on my hands.

Every surface is covered in either possessions, spills, or God knows what else.

My eyes trailed over to the corner of the room, where a small gold box sat, looking trampled as if it were stepped on.

I walked over, careful to step over the mysterious drops on the floor, and crouched beside it to find a box of cigarettes.

So he smoked... wouldn't it be funny if that's how he was kidnapped?

I picked it up carefully and gently pulled one of the flattened death sticks out.

"Hey guys," I called, catching the attention of both men, "can you find me something like wire? Something thin and stiff."

Eijiro hummed nervously as he looked around, and I heard Bakugo stomp over as I studied the cigarette.

"Here," he said, holding a piece of wire out to me. I looked at him quizzically, taking it nonetheless.

"Broken picture frame," he spat, "took it off the back."

I shrugged, hearing Eijiro walk over and I started digging the tobacco out from the roll of paper.

"So," Eijiro started, "whatcha doing?"

"I have a hunch," I said, starting to loose hope as I dumped most of the ground tobacco out.

Using the wire to scratch away more tobacco, I dumped the roll of thin paper upside down to see what I had uncovered.

"Holy fuck..." I muttered, using the wire to stir around the contents. "That's not fucking tobacco. One of you, my phone is in my back pocket, grab it."

Eijiro reached for my back pocket as I pulled off one of my gloves, careful not to touch my skin.

He slipped the device out of my pocket and held it out to me.

"Call Izuku for me."

Bakugo snatched my phone away from his friend and started looking for his contact. 

"What was that for?"

"Shut up shitty hair, you hang out with lightening brain and he's a pervert, you might be fucking infected!"

"You hang out with him too?!"

"Not voluntarily!"

"Ladies!" I exclaimed, taking my phone back and putting it to my ear, "Please! Eijiro, look through the kitchen for—"

"(Y/N), what's up?" Izuku said as he picked up the phone.

"Hey Izuku, hold on a sec— in the kitchen for a plastic bag, I need one real quick," I informed the hero, who looked nervous.

"This is still a crime scene, should I really do that?"

"Yes, it's urgent, I have a million excuses piled away for shit like this anyway." I pulled the speaker of the phone up to my mouth again.

"You didn't hear that last part."

"What last part, I didn't hear a last part." Izuku asked, playing along.

"Good boy, now listen I need you to inform the lab I have something for them that I need them to test. Also, question, did any of the victims smoke?" I asked, cracking my knuckles out of pure nervousness.

"Uhm, I'd have to check with family and friends, but I know a few of them did through footage or reports," he asked more than said.

"Ok, if all the victims smoke or were smoking for some reason before they died then I think I know how they were kidnapped."

"Through cigarettes I'm guessing?" Ochako asked and I realized I was on speaker.

"Found one!" Eijiro exclaimed, lifting his face from the drawer he was looking in.

"Great, bring it to me please, also yes, through cigarettes." Everyone went silent for a minute as Eijiro held the bag open and I slid the box of cigarettes inside, fingertips covered by the loose glove.

"Well are you gonna explain your theory dumbass?"

"Shut up Bakugo, I thought one of you would ask first. Anyway," I said getting excited over my theory as I closed the bag.

"I was walking through the latest victim's home— which is a total pig sty by the way— and I saw a pack of cigarettes in the corner. On a whim I decided to check them for drugs and boom! there they were, in the cigarette."

"Maybe he smoked drugs," Todoroki suggested.

"If you're gonna roll a blunt, you roll it with the drugs only, not with tobacco mixed in, it dulls the high you get, which obviously is not the point of drugs. This cigarette had tobacco all the way through it, except when it got closer to the butt, then there was this green powder. We should have the lab test it to find out what it is."

I looked closer to the poured out tobacco on the table and narrowed my eyes.

"Actually, looking closer it seems like the guy mixed some in with the actual tobacco as well. Anyway, my guess is he smoked the cigarette with the drugs in it, which in turn made him smoke whatever the hell this is and he passed out. Red eyes guy swoops in, takes the victim, and he's home free."

"So does he manufacture these cigarettes and then distribute through retail?" Eijiro asked, sounding suspicious.

"If I may, if this theory is correct, I think he plants them in the victim's home! Distributing through retail is too risky!" Iida exclaimed.

"Exactly what I'm thinking. That's why red eyes watches them, to make sure he can get to them right after they pass out. Kinda reminds me of high school," I mentioned, reminiscing.

"You drugged people in high school?!" Ochako exclaimed.

"Oh god, no no no, I would take my friends cigarettes and dig out some of the tobacco like this guys does but instead of drugs I would put in some sort of oxidizer. Kinda like what's on sparklers, but not. Then when they smoked down to the oxidizer, there would be a little explosion. It wouldn't hurt anyone, just give them a scare. I made a lot of friends quit smoking that way." I quickly explained.

"Man, you were an asshole," Bakugo said, nodding at me with what I think was respect.

"Oh yeah, I was a fucking pest."

"Language please!"

"Sorry Iida. Anyway, let the lab know I've got something for them."

"Will do. Thank you again detective." Izuku said.

"Of course. We'll be back soon I think, might snoop around a bit more. What are you guys doing over there?" I asked.

"Right now we're going over last known whereabouts and police statements from victims and their families," Ochako informed me, "in case there's something we've missed."

"And I'm currently looking through Korean prison records for anything about a quirk that causes glowing red eyes. Just in case that's why he stopped killing." Todoroki interjected.

In case he was in jail while he was dormant.

"That's great guys, that's what we need. He's made a mistake somewhere, or at least he will soon. That's how we'll catch him."

Or at least I hope he will.

Fun Fact: (Y/N) called Chiharu "Chi-chan" in high school.

Is my lock screen now a glitchcore edit of L from Death Note? Perhaps... am I now obsessed with glitchcore? ...yes. The answer is yes.

Reminder: You are so much more than your past. It doesn't define you. It is a part of you, not all of you. There is so much more to you than whatever happened way back then. I promise. I love you all💞💞

If you are near the DC area, please stay safe!

Over and out.