Mirio stared at the drawing in his hands, tracing the edge of the paper. He hissed, bringing his thumb to his mouth when the sting of a paper cut ripped through the pad of his finger.

Continuing to study the drawing, he sucked his thumb, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he examined the detail in the lace of (Y/N)'s veil.

"Mochizuki," the teacher called, making the curly haired boy jump in surprise, "come here for a minute."

Mochizuki felt like crying as he stalked over to his teacher's desk, his chin jabbing into the center of his chest.

Words appeared above his head, the letters shaky and almost ineligible. 'Yes sir?'

"No need to be scared, I just have a question. Did you draw this?" His teacher asked, holding up a drawn picture of Detective (L/N) and himself. Getting married.

The detective wore a long and detailed dress, smiling sweetly as she clutched a bouquet of flowers that were colored a pale pink, while everything else was simply graphite shading. She also wore a delicate lace veil partially covering her face, with Mirio smiling as he lifted it halfway up. He himself wore a suit, the tie also a pale pink to match the flowers.

Mochizuki's face suddenly felt hot as his face practically went into flames. He nodded quickly.

Now, Mirio wasn't blind. The boy had a crush on the detective. There was no missing it, it was there in plain sight, his little school boy crush on a woman much older than him. Mirio understood, he'd been there and done that.

That being said, there's no way he drew this because he wanted to. Someone asked him to.

"Did someone ask you to draw it?" Mirio asked carefully as not to scare the boy.

Mochizuki froze. As per usual.

'Yes,' the letters typed slowly above his head. He reached up, grabbing the s and started to play with it; stretching it, squeezing it, twisting it.

Mirio let him, it was normal for him to do so when he was nervous.

The wedding depicted in the drawing wasn't traditional a Japanese wedding, that much was clear. It was a western wedding, something you'd see in America or Britain.

Who in the class was from America?

Yasmine Nichols, that's who.

"Was it Nichols?"

The teenager answered quickly, something that he didn't do very often.

'I'm not supposed to tell anyone,' the words above his head read as he pulled on the letter in his hands.

"So it was Nichols." Mirio stated, looking down at the drawing in his hands.

Mochizuki froze and almost started to tremble.

"You aren't in trouble, I promise. Can I ask why you drew it for her?"

'She commissioned it,' read the words above his head, typing out slowly as if he wasn't sure. 'I opened my commissions on InstaGram and she DMed me almost immediately.'

That was a few hours ago, after school got out. Nichols had already left for her dorm and Mirio wasn't about the chase his student down to talk about a drawing.

Yet, while he was grading papers, his eyes kept drifting to the drawing, leading to where he is now.

Sitting and staring at it.

"Damn," he groaned, finally putting the paper  down. He took his thumb out of his mouth and glanced at it before rubbing it on his pants.

He liked this woman, he really liked her. She was smart, beautiful, funny. She was amazing in every aspect of the word.

"I think I'm love!"

Mirio chuckled dryly and placed the drawing gently down on his desk.

"Damn," he repeated, looking at it. "Western weddings sure are interesting."

Yeah. The wedding is interesting. Sure.

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It was cold.

That was the first thing I noticed when I walked outside, my bag hung on my shoulder as I loosened my tie (a black tie with small rolls of tape dotting it; from Sero's Cellophane Collection).

I mean come on, it's freezing out here. It's not supposed to be this cold until next month at the least. Oh well, guess that means I can break out my trench coat.

I leaned against the brick walls outside the agency after locking the door, watching the streetlight in front of me flicker on and off.

That bulb has been flickering for months now. I should call the city about getting it replaced. Maybe they'll listen this time instead of ghosting me for months on end.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, goosebumps covering my arms and legs, but not from the cold.

I was being watched, I could feel it.

Stay calm.

I kept my breathing even as I tilted my head back, looking up.

In an attempt to seem inconspicuous, I tilted my head as if trying to pop my neck, closing my eyes and using my x-ray vision to see through my eyelids.

I don't see anything. Or anyone for that matter.

"Detective."

I snapped my head towards the voice, seeing the outline Tokoyami's skull and his brain inside. I shook my head, disabling my view and returning it to normal.

"Tokoyami, it's great to see you," I said with a smile, holding my hand out.

He took it, his hand (which was smaller than mine) almost becoming invisible. His hands were rough and calloused, almost scratching my palm.

"Shall we?" He said once our hands dropped, swinging his arm out.

"We shall." I smiled down at him, pushing off the brick and starting to walk beside him.

But not before sweeping the area one more time.

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The villain snapped a few pictures of the man and woman's backs as they walked away, fading in and out of view with the streetlights.

She almost saw me.

He huffed, leaning back against the wall behind him as he flicked through the pictures he had taken.

"Why do I have to do this shit anyway?" He grumbled, making sure the shots were good enough for his boss.

"Because it's essential to me. Now, what did you get?" Whispered a voice from a few yards away, making the villain look up.

"What happened to dropping them off later just in case 'someone saw?'" The man stiff from his place on the ground in the alley, walking towards his boss.

"You took too long. Hand it over." The villain in question extended the camera, his boss snatching it from his hands.

As he flicked through the photos, his anger grew towards the woman, his eye twitching in pure rage.

"She's telling my secret."

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Fun Fact: Mina, Jiro, Ochaco and Momo had to have a two hour long discussion to get Momo to fully understand all aspects of "dismantle the patriarchy." She was all for it, but kept poking holes in the logic so that she could strongly debate other people about it.

I got two huge button downs the other day and I love them so much I- I lowkey have a "white dad at the beach" vibe when I wear them and I love it so much.

Reminder: I'm proud of you. Like crazy proud! You made it this far, and you're doing great! I love you so much and I'm so proud! Keep it up!! 💞💞💞

Over and out.