TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH, TALK OF GORE, YELLING
PROCEED.

I whistled as I tapped my arm rest, my other arm tapping a key on a laptop. It was Monday now, my time spent here instead of my office.

Being here like this is kind of calming. Of course it would be better if I weren't looking through witness reports, but hey.

"Hey (Y/N)?" Eijiro asked. I looked up at him since he was sitting in front of me and hummed in response.

"Is that face mask offer still on the table?"

"Hell yeah man, just let me know when."

"Would later this week work? I just think I need something to... you know, cheer me up. All this stuff with the kidnappings is really bringing me down." He rubbed the back of his neck and flashed me a small smile.

"I totally get it, when cases drag on it can be really draining. Give me a date and time and I'll be ready."

"What about this—"

"Body!" Ochaco interrupted, standing from her chair, "first victim's body was found!"

"—Friday...?"

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"That was..." Iida trailed off as he spoke, both of us leaving the coroner's office.

"Scarring? Traumatizing? Absolutely disgusting?" I asked.

"I was going for interesting, but yes, those work too." He surprisingly let out a small chuckle and I looked up at him, his face twisted in concern.

"Ok, so what do we know?"

"Right! The official cause of death was blood loss which was undoubtedly caused by the stab wounds afflicted across the body as well as removal of blood via the antecubital!" Iida exclaimed, chopping his hand again.

"In Japanese please."

"Via the front of the elbow!" I nodded in thanks before continuing.

"And those stab wounds were anything but clean, probably made by something with a jagged edge, Similar to a streak knife."

"But the wounds were much too deep to be caused by a steak knife, most going all the way through the body!" Iida finished.

"Exactly. I'd say the blades were custom made," I mused, thinking back to the coroner's report.

"Most likely. Who would own unusually large steak knives?"

"(Y/N)! Iida! What's up?" Iida and I looked up, our eyes landing on Denki who waved at us from a few meters away.

"Hello Kaminari! How are you this afternoon?" Iida exclaimed, holding his hand out for a hand shake.

"I've told you before man, call me Denki! I'm good, better now that I've seen you guys—" he threw a wink my way— "what about yourselves?"

"I'm not, but you could always break me from my dating hiatus."

Oh right. He's on Takami's list of competition.

"I am doing well, thank you!"

"I'm doing good too. You on duty?" I asked, nodding at his hero outfit.

"I'm actually walking over to clock in now, what about you guys? You on a date or something?" His smile was just a tad too wide and he was trying very hard not to grit his teeth.

"No, just a friendly stroll around Kaminari, you shouldn't make assumptions, it's extremely rude and inappropriate!"

So we're not talking about the case to outsiders? Got it.

"Ah ok! Well I've gotta get going, but (Y/N)! My man! Text me, we gotta get together!" Denki exclaimed, pointing finger guns at me as he walked away.

"For sure!" I exclaimed back, watching as he turned and retreated.

"He seemed off," Iida observed, "unusually uptight."

"Yeah," I agreed, both of us still turned to look at where Denki had disappeared into the crowd, "I think I know why."

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"So they—" Ochaco paused to take a breath, "they took some of his blood?"

"That's what the report said, and my best guess is that's how the ring is collecting these people's quirks. Through their blood." I mentioned.

"That makes sense," Kirishima added, leaning against the meeting table, "but why get rid of him?" He hoisted himself up in his chair and spun, tucking his legs underneath himself. "Why not just keep him as a never ending supply of quirk?"

"Maybe he became too much of a bother," Bakugo scoffed.

"For once you said something smart—"

"What was that Icyhot?!"

"—what if he fought too much so they killed him? Or maybe some sort of punishment gone wrong?" Shoto finished his thought before looking to me as if to ask if he was right.

"That's what I'm thinking. But whatever happened, someone, somewhere in that ring, is freaking the fuck out right now." I said, looking from face to face.

"Detective! Watch your language please!"

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"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! They found him, they weren't supposed to find him yet!" A man frantically paced his small and dingy office, scared and waiting for a call that would come from his superior.

He was, in fact, dreading this call because of the fact that he knows he's gonna get yelled at and chewed out for letting the authorities find the body. Possibly killed.

The phone rang.

He scrambled to pick it up, the device slipping in his hands a few times.

"Hello?" He said once he held it to his ear.

"What. Have. You. Done?"

"Sir I-"

"Don't 'sir' me! Why the fuck was he even dead?! Now they have a body and we have one less quirk holder, are you happy?!" Screamed the voice on the other end of the phone.

"He kept fighting and so I let you-know-who have a go at him! He wasn't supposed to die!"

"Why would you even let you-know-who near them? What is wrong with you, are you stupid?!"

"Apologies sir!" The man exclaimed, too scared out of his mind to say anything else.

"You'd better be sorry! Now that she has a body, it'll be that much easier for the detective to track us down. We get caught and I swear I will make you regret the day you were born!" The man's superior yelled, making the man flinch.

"Yes sir!"

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I collapsed on my couch the minute I was changed out of my suit, reaching for the remote to turn something on.

"Tonight we remember the pro hero Endeavor, who valiantly fought The Hero Killer: Stain in Hosu almost ten years ago," the newscaster started, staring into the camera. A picture of Stain took up my screen, his mugshot on one side and a picture of him in his prime on the other.

The newscaster went on about Stain and his run as a notorious killer and how he died in prison about five years back.

His picture caught my eye.

Some poor bystander had taken the picture when they thought it was him, his back to the camera as fabric from his outfit blew in the wind as he stared at the sky. His blades hung by his sides, gripped in his fists, jagged edges tossing a glare against the camera when they caught the light.

You gotta hand it to the guy, it's kinda smart that his knife edges are jagged. Extra pain and more bleeding for his quirk. His ideals weren't that off either, he just went about them the wrong way. He shouldn't have—

My mind went blank as I stared at the screen, specifically at his blades in that one picture.

"Holy fucking shit," I whispered. "His knives have jagged edges."

me: *doing literally anything*
me to me: publish your haikyuu book so that you have an extra responsibility
me: what—

Fun Fact: Just to clear up any confusion! (Y/N) has a photographic memory, which means she remembers everything. That doesn't mean things can't slip her mind. For example, can she forget to pick something up from the store? Yes! Will she ever forget every single detail of the exact moment she realized she forgot? No!

no one:
this one guy on my cast whenever he gets bored during rehearsal: *beat boxing*

Reminder: Everyday has the potential to be a good day. Every single one. But sometimes you have bad days and that's ok. Everyone has bad days. Just remember that tomorrow can be better. I love you all💞💞

Over and out.