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“Don’t you think you laid it a bit thick?”
Izuku lowered himself into the passenger seat of the black Mercedes in front of the lawyers office building, tilting his head to Ochako with a soft grin. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the ends spiking out as her bangs fell forwards to frame her face and accent hazelnut eyes. “We need him more than it may seem, Uraraka. I’ve been checking him out for awhile now, he’s unlike any regular old lawyer.”
Ochako raised her brows, which were tiny little circles with enough to express what she was conveying as she turned the ignition on, revving the engine of the car and motioning for him to put on his belt. She looked like a chauffeur, dressed in black suit-pants and a blazer, coupled with the pink blouse done up with a bow right at her chest. “Checking him out, huh?”
Snorting, Izuku dropped his glasses into the cupholder in the middle of the console. “You know that’s not what I meant. He’s a bit of a Sherlock Holmes, this man. He likes the anticipation, the chase. Todoroki’s mistake might prove to be beneficial to us if this works out.”
“If your calculations are correct?” Ochako playfully pretended to adjust her glasses by putting a finger to the bridge of her nose, letting her front teeth cover her bottom lip. Mocking: Nerd. Her voice took on a raspy, high pitched edge. “If my calculations are correct this lawyer with a stick up his ass will be our personal saviour, he totally won’t freak the hell out because I’m a Yakuza boss and not just the boss of some slutty club, and go snitch to all his police friends. Are you insane ?” Her voice returned to normal at the last sentence, eyes wide in disbelief.
Midoriya merely grinned, a soft thing that spread over his face. “Is that rhetorical?” He leaned back with a soft hum as the AC kicked in, air blowing through the vents as the car came back to life, becoming less humid from the spring air. “I know it’s a risk but when is it not? We have enough people in the force that if he mentions something we’d know.” He reassured, gesturing for her to start driving as he glanced up through the sun-roof to see the figure glancing out the window directly at them. “And he interests me. His mind.” He chuckled. “He’s a little weird.”
Like me , he thought.
“Yeah and you have a tendency to gravitate towards weirdos.” She mumbled as she got her bearings about her to turn the wheel, angling them out of the parking lot. Any other boss would have told her off for the amount of sass she was throwing his way, but he merely found it further amusing. “Just hope this doesn’t bite you in the ass. You’re becoming as reckless as Todoroki. We haven’t had an incident like this for years. And he’s young , Izuku.”
“Easier to mould his mind. He doesn’t get the real world, he’s trying, but-” Izuku chuckled. “He’s fresh out of university, just moved out of his parents house and his digital footprint is far too easy to find as well as what he does in his free time. It didn’t take me long to track my way down.” He tapped his fingers on the dashboard, grinning wider like an evil scientist just beginning an experiment. “His past is a sore spot but it’s.. Useful to say the least. He’ll be useful, Uraraka, trust me.”
His aversion to me is just a perk. He’s fun and I need a bit of excitement , he thought once more; ulterior motives or not it would be beneficial but Izuku knew this was like a personal project of his. He’d grown so bored.
Sighing, she tilted her head to him as they waited at the light, the click-click-click of the turn signal filling the silence as she watched the look on his face. For a man so put together and calm, mature in his age, he grew giddy at the idea of a new prospering member to their group. Something that’d be useful to his cause , someone that he could delve into the mind of. And though his fixation on this particular man didn’t make sense she knew he had his reasonings, so she merely shrugged. “When have I not, boss.”
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If Katsuki Bakugou was paying as close attention as he prided himself too, if he was as analytical as he thought, he’d have known Izuku had always been two steps behind him like a shadow ever since the beginning of his career.
Izuku took himself as a bit of a vigilante, if he was being honest to his childish thinking. If he wanted to make light of what he did, he’d say he was just the same as any comic book mercenary but if he was being realistic he knew he had a better comparison to the villains who premeditated their every move to be behind the knowing gazes of law enforcement.
But, Midoriya's little secret? Instead of avoiding them he infiltrated the police headquarters and rooted himself between them inconspicuously, rubbing elbows with the same men who cracked the skulls of guys like him into the pavement on any given Tuesday.
“This the one?”
The woman behind the desk of the filing cabinets in the dank basement of the police headquarters was always a gem. In the years he’d known her, she’d been nothing but smiles and sunshine, twirling her pens with the fuzzy ends as frizzed up as her dyed amber-red hair without so much as a second glance or curious question to why he needed what he asked for. Maybe she knew better than to question superiors, maybe she didn’t care enough (or was paid enough) to try to validate what was happening, he wasn’t all too sure with the way she just shrugged it off like water off her back once he handed her one of the donuts in the dozen he’d gotten on his visit to the precinct. “Yes, perfect. Thank you so much for your help, again, it’s been really helpful.”
“Of course, no problem, as long as you keep bringing these right?” She laughed, picking off a piece of the donut, icing clotting and sticking to the tips of her fingers as crumbs scattered over the napkin she’d laid over her desk. “I do hope you stick around, Dynamight will be coming by later today and I got it on good authority he likes the chocolate glazed.”
Izuku merely smiled, a simple, charming thing that tugged on the corners of his lips and made his eyes crinkle on the sides in amusement. “Ah, the famous Dynamight. I wish I could, but as curious as I am to the caped-crusader and wannabe Sherlock Holmes-” She snorted at him. “I have to head off. You save one for him, yeah? The rest is yours.” Waving the manila folder, he shrugged. “Gotta head off and see what I can use here, research has been dwindling.”
Though he joked Katsuki Bakugou was the wannabe Sherlock Holmes, it was ironic that it was actually himself who played such a role. A psychological profiler they called him, or better yet if it were their superior Kudou: that little weirdo Mr.Yagi brings in to help on cases . An unofficial, official helper.
A criminal catching other criminals.
Poetic justice, no?
“Good luck, Midoriya.” She saluted him playfully with two fingers, smiling so wide her cheeks went rosy. She thought he was such a nice young man, a little quiet and kept to himself, but charmingly good at conversation when engaged. Commissioner general Yagi spoke highly of him, saying he was a young boy he’d rescued when he was nothing more than a sergeant leading Izuku to be a permanent fixture in the Security Bureau ever since he was thirteen.
And if she knew that the folders she gave him lead to the people within them mysteriously disappearing, she’d never say.
“And you.” He teased with a slow bow, curling his arm around his own torso before turning to leave. “My regards to the Chief and Superintendent Kudou.”
Said superintendent glared at him until he entered the elevator, forever having a creeping suspicion about the man. It was like guard dogs, the types who were gentle giants but barked like hell towards those that were off putting. And if Izuku smiled in amusement at his displeasure, that was his business.
The same way the knowing look shot towards him from one of the officers cubicles was also his business. Because there, situated with a file similar to the one Izuku held draped over his lap, the little lawyer sat on the desk beside a red-haired police officer looking particularly scandalized. Izuku watched as his hand gripped the paper with vigor, crumpling it beneath his palm, eyes widening with anger or disbelief.
Waving as if they were friends saying goodbye, the doors to the elevator shut with a sickening chime and the man called Deku disappeared once again.