Bakugo smirked as he looked at me, straightening up in posture.

"Finally! Someone with a brain on this case!" He yelled, giving a harsh tug to Eijiro's hardened arms.

"We can hear you, you idiot," Shoto scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked up to me.

He smiled, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles.

"Great to see you."

"That's point of me saying it asshole! I wanted you to hear it!" Bakugo growled. "Now let go!"

"Promise not to kill Izuku?" Eijiro asked him, leaning forward slightly so their faces were next to each other.

"I'm not a kid!" Bakugo yelled in response.

"I disagree," I interjected, smiling in spite of myself. I flipped Shoto's hand over and kissed it, throwing a wink at him.

"Um—" he stuttered, and I knew I had caught him off guard.

"Oh shut up!" Bakugo yelled.

"Ok, let's not provoke Kacchan," Izuku said, slipping the pen in his hand back into the cup on the table.

"Don't call me that!"

"Anyway, (Y/N), I'm so glad you could come! Let's get you filled in." Izuku continued, completely ignoring his childhood friend as he beckoned me over to a table.

"What are we looking at?"

"Let me go!"

"I gotta hear you promise Bakubro."

"It's a villain organization—"

"—or so we think, it could be one person. Though that is unlikely."

"Exactly, thanks Ochako— and they are tied in with this huge elaborate quirk trafficking ring," Izuku explained, pointing to a white board across from the table covered in pictures and names.

"Those are all their victims," Ochako added, crossing her ankles as she leaned against the table. "All with what many would call 'weak' quirks."

"That's what we can't figure out!" Iida exclaimed, "why these people?"

"Just let me go!"

"I gotta hear a promise man, I don't need to be a witness to murder!"

"Well, as for that issue, what if it's not about getting people with powerful quirks? What if it's about getting people with quirks that have the potential to be great?" I asked, walking over to the board. "How do you know they're all connected?"

"What do you mean?" Eijiro asked, turning him and Bakugo so that they faced us.

I looked back at him before responding, "The victims. How do you even know they're connected?"

"Oh right, sorry! Thoughts just aren't thinking in my brain today! Every victim usually reports to the police a few days in advance that they see um— Shoto read the report for me will you? She should hear an exact quote."

"Get your hands off me!"

"Not until you promise!"

Said man walked over and grabbed a stack of papers off the table that were held together by a paper clip that looked as if it would snap at any minute.

"Red eyes looking at me from the dark," he read, lifting the top page, "from the dark, these red ovals, looked like eyes," another lifted page, "human eyes, red from the dark outside my house. They glowed too," another page, "like human eyes but way too far apart to be human."

He looked back up at me and set the stack down.

"Every other report says something similar about glowing red eyes staring at them from the dark. The police didn't do anything."

"Of course they didn't, they can't. Not until a crime has actually occurred." I explained, looking to the pictures taped to the window.

That's why they're practically useless—

"Who are they?"

"Fine!" Bakugo then mumbled something, causing Eijiro to let him go.

"Possible victims," Iida informed me. "Family said they talked about red eyes in the dark, or saw them while visiting, but it was never officially reported."

"I see," I muttered.

So obviously they were being watched by something, but what? Or who? Glowing red eyes?

"So what's the nature of the kidnapping?" I asked, "Were there witnesses?"

"Absolutely none." Izuku said, walking up behind me. "That's why we called you. Friends or family hadn't heard from the victim—"

"—or they hadn't showed up for work—"

"—so they went to check on them at their homes—"

"—and they were fucking gone. No trace."

"Bakugo, language!"

"Ok Brady Bunch, chill, that was creepy." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"What was creepy?" Eijiro asked, shaking out his arms as they returned to normal skin.

"You all consecutively talked in one sentence, it was freaky."

"We did?" Shoto muttered, looking down in thought. "Interesting..."

"Anyway, that aside," Ochaco diverted my attention back to the victims. "The glowing red eyes but lines up with a few murder cases back in Korea about fifteen years ago. No one was ever arrested, but the killings randomly stopped. And here are the red eyes again, popping up out of no where."

Interesting, though I doubt this guy ever stopped. Probably continued in another country of no one said anything about red eyes before their death.

"Can one of you take me to the latest vic's abduction site?" I asked, turning towards the group behind me. Bakugo rubbed his sides in slight pain.

"I totally can!" Eijiro exclaimed, smiling at me.

"Amazing, thank you. Did the latest victim file a report on those red eyes?" I asked.

"He did, let me find me find it for you." Izuku stated, shuffling through files.

"Here it is," he said, handing me a file folder.

I read through it quickly, putting it back on the table.

"Alright, we'll be back."

"Did you actually read that? You put the file down much too fast to actually retain the information and I hate to be the one to say it, but you have to take this case seriously or else—"

"Iida, honey," I interjected, turning to look at him. "I can speed read, similar to how a computer can scan information in seconds. Seeing as how I'm a human computer, it only makes sense right?"

The blue haired man suddenly looked very embarrassed, his cheeks becoming pink.

"Of course, I apologize for doubting you!"

"It's fine Iida, really. Eijiro, you're taking me right?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem!"

"I'm coming too!" Bakugo announced, walking over to me. "Just to make sure you idiots don't do anything stupid."

"Take a company car Eijiro, I'll tell the front desk to give you a pair of keys," Izuku insisted, already punching the extension for the front desk into the phone.

"See you guys later," I said, waving behind my back to everyone.

The door shut behind us as we left the room, the hallway silent except for our foot falls on the carpet.

We didn't say a word, our minds already occupied with this case.

Ok, what if man did stop killing for a while? An injury? Did he get roped into the quirk black market or did he join by choice? Are these all his victims? There's probably way more than they have on that board and the window.

These people can't have just vanished, that's not how it works. It could be a quirk? Is it red eyes's quirk or does he have a partner? What is happening here?

What is happening?

School starts back for me soon😃😃 I'm gonna have to see you know who in two of my classes😃😃 lowkey hope she'll talk to me so I can try to explain my side of the story so maybe she won't talk shit to her friends about me😃😃

Fun Fact: Ochako could have bought herself a house (like the one she has now) years ago, but she bought her parents one first and made sure their debts were paid.

So have any of you tried shifting... or have shifted before... a girl needs some tips, she needs a break from this reality😭😭

Reminder: You look really cute today🥺 but you don't need me to tell you that. As long as you feel cute in your skin, in your outfit, in your jewelry, that is all the matters. It doesn't matter whether other people like the fit or not, as long as you like the fit, that's all that matters. I love you all💞💞

Over and out.