A/N trigger warning, racist remarks

Edit: I'm writing this as I'm editing the chapter, I just want to say that I FUCKING HATE THE WASHIO THAT I HAVE CREATED, CHOKE ON A CHICKEN BONE YOU RACIST BITCH ahem.

Case file: #3
Name: Tatsuki Washio
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Occupation: Tokyo Times journalist
Criminal background: Multiple hate crimes
Cause of death: Stabbed 6 times

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"Akaashi, are you okay?" Bokuto asked, the concern in his voice was obvious. After all, Akaashi had been staring at his plate for 20 minutes now.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm good." Akaashi's voice wasn't shaky, but something was wrong. Bokuto couldn't quite put his finger on the problem, since Akaashi has always been introverted and refused to share his problems with anyone.

He even drove himself to the hospital last year when he stepped on a shard of glass, he said that Bokuto was sleepinh and he didn't want to bother him.

However, this was something different. It's been two weeks and Akaashi was still in the same frozen melancholic state. All since that morning when they heard about the murders, was Akaashi afraid? Or maybe some old client was threatening him? Who knows.

Akaashi just stared at his food, it didn't look appetizing, hell, it looked disgusting. Even looking at it made him want to throw up, but he couldn't tell Bokuto that, the idiot would end up worrying.

"I'm..not hungry. Eat what's on my plate for me, okay? I'll eat something later" Akaashi said. He rubbed his eyes and headed upstairs to his bedroom, he'd kill someone to be able to sleep right now, but everytime he closed his eyes - he could see it.

Their faces. Their poor faces. Them begging for mercy while Akaashi jammed his knife into their throats. He felt so disgusting, he felt so terrible..

Before Akaashi knew it, he was crying. Why was he crying? Did he feel sorry for the guys that he murdered? No, that's not it. So why? He wished he knew the answer, but all he could do was slide down the wall and bury his face in his hands, the sounds of his uncontrollable sobbing got to Bokuto soon, but the other decided to not say anything.

Akaashi was a sensitive person after all, at least that's what Bokuto thought. Bokuto always saw Akaashi as one of the most empathetic and kind people in the whole entire world, if only that was the truth.

He hated his job as a lawyer. Yeah, sure, a lot of money is involved, but it makes you go crazy? Akaashi always favored his health over money, but his job took the most out of him.

It's not that hard when he's actually defending someone innocent or when he simply has an easy case, however, since he is known as one of the best in his field - people tend to put heavy cases on him, such as murders, rape cases, assaults and so on.

Maybe that's why he became so insensitive, having to protect the biggest scums on the entire planet might have made him into one of them too. Hearing about those terribles crimes didn't even phase him that much anymore.

The first time he had to defend a real murderer was 2 years ago, it wasn't a pleasant case. Akaashi was back to Japan for a little bit and decided to help with a case. Yamaguchi Tadashi, was his name if Akaashi remembers correctly. After reading what he was being charged with Akaashi ended up throwing up, it was brutal.

As a matter of fact, that case probably left the biggest impact on him, considering Yamaguchi was sitting there, smiling all the time. "Do you regret it, killing your therapist that is?" Akaashi remembers asking, but Yamaguchi shook his head and just said "No. I did it because I love him".

Love him, my ass. Torturing someone for days until finally killing them brutally is not something you'd do to the person you love. Akaashi could never and would never hurt Bokuto in any way possible, actually, if someone tried hurting him Akaashi would probably end up hurting them instead.

After throwing up one more time Akaashi finally left his room. Bokuto was already waiting for him downstairs with a cup of tea in his hands.

"Akaashi.. I know you've been feeling down lately, so please drink this. It's your favorite, right?" He held out the mug. Akaashi didn't want to disappoint him anymore, so he took it and gulped everything down in a matter of seconds.

"Thank you, Koutaro. I heard you're going job hunting again" Akaashi exhaled deeply, it was time to put on a mask so Bokuto would stop worrying about him so much. Out of the sudden, Akaashi started smiling again.

Not genuinely, but Bokuto could never tell the difference.

"Oh? Yeah! I don't want you to think of me as a burden, so I'll go and try to get a job. I heard the publishing house is hiring now, might as well check it out" Bokuto said proudly. He felt Akaashi's hand on his shoulder.

"I believe you'll do great" he said. Bokuto inhaled loudly before jumping off the couch and clenching his fists.

"Alright! I'm gonna go now! I'll come back with good news this time for sure!" Bokuto exclaimed loudly.

Akaashi waited till Bokuto was out and then went to his room again, he opened a drawer and stared at the only thing in it - the knife.

The sudden feeling of nausea washed over him again, but before he could do anything his phone rang.

"Who is it now..." he asked himself. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is detective Roy. Are you free now, Mr. Akaashi, I have a couple of questions" Akaashi's breathing stopped for a minute, did they found out already? Was there a camera somewhere?"

"Yes?" Akaashi closed his eyes. Why was he afraid? He should have told the police that it was him already.

"I was wondering if you could look through your cases and see if any of your clients perhaps had some relations to Akinori Konoha, we believe it might have been an inside job" Roy spoke on another line. Akaashi finally inhaled again, why was he happy? He shouldn't be happy about this..

"S-Sure, I'll look through" Akaashi agreed.

He knew he shouldn't be so glad that they didn't find out that Akaashi was in fact the killer, but damn was he happy. Now he just needed to find an innocent sheep who would take the blame.

He wasn't sure how long he spent in his room just flipping through pages, but once he heard Bokuto come back Akaashi decided to take a break. He expected Bokuto to run up to him happily and tell him how he got the job, but instead he found his staring at the floor, frowning.

"I said I'll come back with good news, but... I'm a disappointment again" he let out a sad chuckle.

"What happened?" Akaashi asked.

"It's my own fault. I refused to take the job." Bokuto admitted. He didn't exactly look like he regretted it. The only reason why he was sad was probably because...he had let down Akaashi again.

"Why? Was something wrong with the employer?" Akaashi gestured Bokuto to come closer.

"Yeah... when I got there, there was another guy trying to get the job. So while waiting we talked for a bit. His name is Bongani Akintola, he came to the US from africa, he wanted to earn some money so he could help his siblings study and I realized that he needs this job more than me. So I told him to go, I told him that I won't apply. He looked so happy and he thanked me.." Bokuto said, but his expression didn't match the story.

"That's not the reason you're sad, right?" Akaashi raised an eyebrow.

"Damnit, I always knew that there are some really racist people in this country but... so the journalist that's looking for a helper comes out, right? Washio, I believe. He looks at me and says "I'm gonna hire you", so I stand up to protest and tell him that I think that Bongani should get the job. You know what he said? "I don't need that dirty man working for me, wouldn't you be disgusted working with a black guy?". I was gonna punch him, but there was people around..." Bokuto lowered his head even more. "He didn't deserve that, he just wanted to help his family and..."

"Bokuto, calm down. It's true, there are some terrible people in this country, but you can't educate everyone. What did Bongani say?" Akaashi felt his heart being squeezed the moment a tear rolled down Bokuto's cheek.

"He looked crushed. I treated him to a coffee and promised to help him look for a job... still, it must have hurt. We know how that feels, don't we, Akaashi?" Bokuto looked directly at Akaashi.

Ah, it's true. When they first moved to the US, they were the victims of racism. Akaashi, being fluent in English, didn't get as much hate as Bokuto. Bokuto could barely order from McDonald's, he got denied so many jobs, made fun of and so on. Now that Akaashi thought about it, he wanted to hurt everyone who made Bokuto cry.

"I think the police department is looking for some employees now, I'll try to talk to some people" Akaashi said, Bokuto's frown disappeared in an instant.

However, the image of Bokuto crying got stuck in Akaashi's head. He didn't deserve need to waste his tears on some pathetic journalist who can't even do his job properly.

Washio, huh? Oh, now Akaashi remembered. Tatsuki Washio, the controversial journalist who wrote an article about how a school shooter was innocent and that it wasn't his fault that 16 people died. That guy.

Trash. Disgusting. Waste of space. Terrible. Pathetic. Stupid.

Akaashi wasn't sure exactly when his brain decided to shut off, the last thing he remembered was standing in front of the publishing house at 11 PM, the only window with the light was Washio's.

From then on it was just fragments.

Washio. Papers. Washio. Yelling. A knife. Blood. Screams. Another bloody X.

Akaashi stared at what he had done for a minute. Out of the blue, he suddenly felt hungry.

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I had to deal with a very racist classmate today, so he's Washio. He literally said "if we had a black classmate I'd beat him up everyday".

I almost knocked him out I swear to god CAN PEOPLE JUST BE NICE TO EACHOTHER I'M TIRED OF THIS RACIST AND HOMOPHOBIC WORLD.

Anyway, I just want to say that I love every single one of my readers no matter what your race, religion or even kin is. You could be a wolfkin for all I care. Please, love eachother !❤🌈

P.S I looked up african names and omg????????? So beautiful??? And with such great meanings??? I've been missing out

-hatari