Long story short; I had nothing to do. All my reports were finished, no new cases came in, no one needed consulting.

Germany, Russia, China, Korea, America, Mexico, Spain, England, France. All of them were solving crimes on their own, without my help (as they have failed to do in the past). Every single one.

So I went on a walk. Chiharu tried to get me to talk about my night with Shoto, as she had done every time she saw me that day, but I hurried out of the agency.

I began walking down the street, in no particular direction, with no particular destination. I watched as the world went on around me, people buzzing, phones ringing, talking, telling, running, driving. It went on and on. They had no idea that I was troubled beyond belief about Saturday night and how Shoto had acted.

No one had ever confessed their feelings for me before. I had no idea how to react. What do I do? He said he would wait for me, but for how long? He wouldn't wait forever would he?

No, Shoto is more logical than that.

I'll wait. You're the one for me, I know it. I can wait for you my love.

Is he?

Walking in a flurry down the street, I didn't notice that I had walked into a coffee shop.

Shit. I can't just walk out, that's weird. So what do I do? Oh! Right! Order something! Dumb fuck.

I shake my head, and walk to the counter. Placing my order for a simple tea, I walk to the bay window and sit down. It's a small nook in a small place, but I kick my feet up, now taking up the whole seat.

This is gonna so wrinkle my suit.

I hear a barista call my order, and when I return to the seat, it's occupied. A mass of fluffy purple hair sits just like I had, legs kicked up. He stared out the window, not noticing me. Taking a seat at the table nearest the bay window, I watch him for a minute.

I can see the side of his face, and the sharp curve of his jawline. His eyes are purple and striking, sort of blending into his eye bags. His whole head pops out against the gray of his scarf, which looks frighteningly familiar. A name is called and he lifts his head.

I jerk my head back down, and watch from the corner of my eye as he gets up from the seat.

Shinsou Hitoshi huh?

I quickly take back my rightful seat in the bay window, looking out of it just as that Shinsou had. I sip my drink, which warms my mouth.

"Excuse me," says a rather gruff voice. I look up at the voice, finding Shinsou staring down at me. Our eyes lock, and his widen.

Is that—

I put up a wall just in time.

"Yes?" I say.

"I-I was just going to tell you that I was sitting there before you." He says. I chuckle.

"Just as I was before you. Yet, when I came back with my drink and found you in my window seat I simply waited till you went to get your drink. Then took back my stolen property." I smile up at the lavender haired man.

"Well, can we share the seat?" He asks.

"Why of course." I say, pulling my knees closer to my chest, leaving room for Shinsou to sit.

After a few moments of silence, he turns to me.

"Is your name (L/N) (Y/N)?" He asks simply, studying my face.

"That it is Shinsou. Why do you ask?" He stares at me a moment, wide mouthed and wide eyed.

"It's just that I thought you looked familiar. You're like, my idol. I'm a totally crime nut, and I love reading about your work." He belts out, eyes lighting up and getting excited. "Wait, how did you know my name?"

"When you went to get your drink, they called out Shinsou Hitoshi. So unless you just tell the baristas random names, Shinsou Hitoshi is your name." He stares at me in amazement.

"I apologize if I'm being creepy, it's just that I'm sitting in front of the woman I have been following her whole career. Wait, that sounds wrong. I just mean I'm a fan of your work." I laugh at him freaking out.

"It's quite alright. I'm just flattered that I have fans. It's not every day, you know?" I smile, making Shinsou beam.

"You're just so brilliant, you know? You solve cases like that," he exclaims, snapping his fingers, "and then it's on to the next one. You astound me." I was is a state of shock. Someone was a fan. Of me.

"I'm flattered. Thank you." Is all I could get out.

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Shinsou and I talked for about an hour in the small nook, when finally I asked the question I had been dying to ask since I saw him.

"Hey, why do you look so familiar?"

He says nothing, slipping his hand into his back pocket. He takes out a card and holds it out to me, face down. He didn't want people to see.

I take it and flip it over, studying it.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨: 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡
𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡@𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲.𝐧𝐞𝐭
𝐗𝐗𝐗-𝐗𝐗𝐗-𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐗

I read the back of the card.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚.
𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

I smile at the mantra I loved so dearly.

"You're one of my favorites you know." I say softly.

"Really?" He says, surprised.

"Yeah. Because you and I have quirks 'made for villains.' But you made it. Something I couldn't do. You made it. And I love you for it." His eyes glistened at my words, wide and inspired.

"Thank you. I'm honored. I honestly don't know what to say." He says simply. I look into his eyes, and for the first time today I forget to put up a wall.

She loves me. I feel sick. Is this love?

I put a wall up quickly after that. I don't need another man confessing anytime soon. I stand, taking my now empty cup with me.

"I've got to get back to the agency, but it was wonderful meeting you Shinsou." I smile at the man.

"I enjoyed meeting you too. Call me Hitoshi, please." He smiles sheepishly at me. He's usually so confident. Why is he acting this way around me? Shy and nervous. I've tried to keep profiling out of this whole interaction but it seems I've failed. My mind starts running.

He feels an attraction, that much is obvious. That gives an easy explanation as to why he is behaving so strangely.

"Can I maybe have your number? I'd like to talk to you more." He says. "About case stuff." He adds quickly. Covering his tracks. I dig out one of my cards, identical to the one I gave Bakugo when we met.

He takes it, obviously happy with himself. Flipping it over and over in hands, he stares at the silver lettering in which my name, number and business email is written.

"Thank you Agent (L/N). This means a lot." This man acts like a teenage boy meeting his idol. Not a pro hero meeting his idol.

"That's (Y/N) to you, mister." I say. We both laugh as I exit the building, minds stirring.

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"(Y/N)! There you are! I still have questions about Saturday! So did he—"

"What's that? Sorry Chiharu, my papers are calling!"

"Oh come on!"

I felt like this one was a little boring 🥺👉👈

Over and out.