"Hello?" A scratchy voice said on the other side of the phone.

"You bastard, she's getting too close. Because of you. We agreed no one can know." The man spat, gripping his phone as he stared down the paused video of the detective outside the courthouse.

"Who is this?"

"Fuck you." The man spat, hanging up. He was planning on threatening the man, but at this point he was sure she already knew. Why else did she look at him like that through the screen? Who was she to judge him? God, it made his blood boil. She made his blood boil.

He was watching the news when her face popped up, making him upset.

Unpausing the channel, he heard a reporter's question.

"Detective (L/N), do you have any doubt that Sandra Hreak is the Chichi Koroshi?" A microphone shoved its way into frame and in front of the woman's face.

"Not one," she spoke into it, "I'm positive I have the right woman."

The man scoffed, turning off the television all together.

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Tomura grumbled, slamming the phone receiver back into the wall.

"Damn asshole."

He had no clue who this person was, or what 'she' he was referring to. Tomura himself knew many women, but none of them mattered. Only (Y/N) did.

Only two weeks left.

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My phone seemed to be ringing a lot lately. I mean dear god, who is calling so much?

"Detective (L/N)," I said, repressing a sigh as I picked up the phone.

"Hello detective, it's Tsukuyomi otherwise known as Tokoyami Fumikage." The voice on the other end was stoic, as if it were a plane on a graph; never rising nor falling.

Oh it was Tokoyami alright.

"Tokoyami, what a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, smiling as I leaned back in my chair.

"I just wanted to thank you. For caring for my concussion during the fight. I know I should have called you earlier, but I was trying to heal a bit beforehand."

"No need to thank me, I was just doing what anyone should do. I trust you're still healing? Concussions usually take at least two months to fully heal."

"I'm not fully healed and I can't go back to hero work yet, but I'm getting there."

"I'm sure you're absolutely dying not being able to do anything. I know I would be."

Tokoyami was a very popular hero, number six on the charts in fact and working his way to five. People loved him and they loved his work. He seemed to never take days off or even lunch breaks.

"It hasn't been a walk in the park, let me tell you. I'm itching to get back out into the field."

"I'm sure."

We both led into silence, just breathing over the phone as we twiddled our thumbs.

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Ojiro huffed in annoyance and held up the piece of paper he had been writing on.

"Just say, 'Would you like to go on a walk with me later tonight?'" It read.

He shoved it closer to Tokoyami's face as the bird/man hybrid tried to swat it away.

"My doctors have told me that if you hadn't cared for me the concussion might have been worse. I would like to thank you for that."

Ojiro fell from the couch to his knees silently and held his hands up in the air as of praising God.

Tokoyami rolled his eyes in response.

"There's really no need, I just did what anyone should have done." The detective reassured the high-ranking hero.

"Just a walk through the city. Please, to ease my own racing mind." Tokoyami pleaded, hoping that he didn't sound too desperate.

Or worse; pathetic.

"If you think it'll 'ease your own racing mind,'" the woman said, lowering her voice to mimic Tokoyami's, "then I'd be honored to."

"Wonderful." Tokoyami stated, glancing at Ojiro who was now standing, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes and silently clapping.

"Shall I pick you up at the agency?"

"That would be just fine. Oh, your concussion!" The detective exclaimed, and a little pat sound followed, as if she had smacked her head. "Will it be alright?"

"As long as I'm not exposed to too much light, I should be fine."

"Alright, if you say so. I'll see you tonight Tokoyami."

"See you then detective." He hung up the phone and sighed deeply, running his finger up and down the top of his beak as he contemplated what he just did.

He looked up when he heard a sniffle, finding Ojiro looking at him and wiping his cheek.

"I'm so-" the tailed man hiccuped- "proud."

"I loathe you."

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I hung the phone back onto the receiver, a single eyebrow raised in suspicion.

I never "cared" for Tokoyami's concussion at the fight. All I did was sit him up.

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"Is something wrong honey?" Asked the sweet older woman, sitting down in front of the green haired man.

"It's fine mom, really, no worries," he responded, shaking off the veil of thought and turning to his mother.

"Izuku dear, something's on your mind," Inko insisted, putting her hand over her sons. "Is it work?"

"Yeah, actually, it is." Izuku sighed heavily, using his free hand to massage his temple. "We're hunting down this villain organization and we've reached a dead end. I just can't figure out what we're missing."

Inko wasn't really qualified to help her son, but she'd be damned if she didn't try.

"What does this organization do?"

"They're part of a bigger quirk trafficking ring that we're also trying to take down, and it's infuriating. I mean, I'm working with Shoto, Kacchan, Ochaco, Ejiro, and Tenya and we still can't figure it out. It's like they disappeared, vanished into thin air." Izuku sighed again, taking a sip of his tea.

"I'm sorry for rambling."

"No dear, it's fine, get it out." Inko thought for a moment as her son nodded in thanks.

"Hey, why don't you ask your detective for help? The one you and your friends like. I've done some research, she seems smart."

Izuku didn't speak for a minute and his mother thought she said something wrong.

"This is why I love you."

Did you guys ever add any of those anime Snapchat accounts? Like the characters? Did you guys talk to them? Don't be shy, tell me stories 🤩🤩 I was too nervous to say anything 🤪

Fun Fact: I'm really surprised n o o n e has said anything about Dabi's shirt in Chapter Twenty-Three which is described as: "a graphic t-shirt mind you, depicting the pro hero Hawks... with his eyes scribbled out in black ink." Hawks gave him the shirt when he worked with the League, (he and Dabi were really close, friends with benefits on bad drinking nights) but Dabi "defaced" it when Hawks turned back to heroism.

Reminder: I don't know who needs to hear this, but BABE. Please. Drop them. They haven't even opened your messages yet, they don't appreciate you! You deserve everything, not half of a thing in a tall glass ok? Don't lower your standards, no matter how pretty they are. Because guess what? You're even prettier✨✨I love you all💞

Over and out.