Chapter 25

                                    

                                          

Aye y'all, this book's updates are slow as shit because of the new book I'm working on!
I just wanna thank you guys for being so patient! I finally get a week long break from school.
                          
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"Tsukauchi, I apologize for bothering you-"
                          
"Oh! No no, don't worry about it!"
                          
The detective laughed the apology off, waving his hand around to clear it.
                          
Red dusted his cheeks- whether it be from the 3:00 P.M. blistering heat from outside, or the feeling of being flustered in the presence of two major and famous models, both wearing a disguise under sunglasses and a doctor's mask facade, blond and green hair tucked into black and white snapbacks. 
                          
They stood in his private office, folders neatly stacked on top of each other from other minor cases such as vandalizing the Hosu bridge with pink spray paint, and it ranges to armed robbery of a twenty year old male who lives with his dog as well.
                          
"So! What can I do for you two? Your mail has been clear, right?" Tsukauchi nodded towards Bakugou, who returned his gesture almost.. Shyly. Midoriya slipped his sunglasses off with gloves hands, tucking the disguise on his shirt's collar. Green eyes immediately latched onto him in a calming sort of sense.
                          
The detective noticed how Bakugou practically clung to the green, shorter male- it would've been funny because of the height difference but the look on the blond's face told him that all jokes should be put aside for now. When his gaze noticeably lingered longer, Katsuki's hand tightened around Midoriya's sleeve in an almost borderline painful grip.
                          
Tsukauchi blinked in surprise before casting his gaze away, afraid to make the two uncomfortable with his curiosity- instead opting for a better question. "Do you need anything?" Izuku nodded, right arm secured around Bakugou's waist as he leaned all his weight on his left foot. "Yep. Kaccha- I mean, Katsuki here has a.." 
                          
The man seemed to trail off, looking at Bakugou uncertainly before continuing. "He has a-"
                          
"Stalker. I have a fucking stalker."
                          
"Again?"
                          
Naomosa questioned, surprise evident in his voice. (Deku looked like he questioned the "Again?" Part.) Bakugou only nodded, running his hand through his hair- as if trying to recall what happened, and Tsukauchi somehow conveniently had a pen and paper in hand appear as if he was gonna write a script from some kind of cheesy 90's thriller movie.
                          
"Yeah. I mean- we think so. Been feeling watched since yesterday and shit."
                          
"Naomosa furrowed his eyebrows. "Is.. Is that all? That's really not enough evidence to conduct an investigation, but we could try." He muttered, red pen scribbling furiously on the link note pad. "Do you need more guards?"
                          
The reaction was instantaneous for both parties-
                          
Izuku and Katsuki going both "I think it would be necessary" and "Fuck no, I don't want some assholes breathing down my neck 24/7."
                          
Midoriya was the first one to raise an eyebrow, looking at the somewhat fuming Katsuki with a pointed look, (almost like a mother, Naomosa almost chuckles) that screamed "Are you sure about that?". "Katsuki, you need-"
                          
"Hell no, Izuku. Fuck- I swear to god, I don't need your help! I just-"
                          
"And I wasn't the one pissing my pants and practically suffocating me by hugging so hard out of panic."
                          
Katsuki flinched at that, Izuku feeling guilty for a second- but he furrowed his brows and sighed. "Kacchan, come on," Izuku trying coaxing him- hand rubbing his back to try and comfort the obviously frustrated man. "I'll be beside you too- and it's for your safety-"
                          
"I don't need some shitty guards and you to protect me. I could take care of myself- and you should know that by now, Deku."
                          
His words were laced with bite, and Naomosa quietly watched the interaction between the two.. Lovers. (The public scandal- that has already been taken care of- had reached him as well, but seeing it up close is jarring.)
                          
Imagine, Bakugou Katsuki, twenty-three year old model who was infamous for his rough and delinquent like attitude and canine like fangs often displayed in a sneer- being in a relationship with Midoriya Izuku, a quiet, reserved boy (in the media's eyes). 
                          
Izuku simply rolled his eyes at the remark, a knowing glint in them as he gave a crooked smile. He was obviously combating the crudeness, and Naomosa inwardly got surprised he hasn't faltered his front against the hothead. 
                          
The first time Naomosa has met Bakugou was when his dear, dear friend Sansa came barging in and escorting a struggling and an absolutely outraged (and cuffed) Katsuki through the double-doors. The cat-man was dragging him by the collar, uncaring that he was worth a network of 56 million, and dumped him on the floor with a "good luck" shrug before trotting away. 
                          
Tsukauchi has learned that Katsuki had been charged with "physical assault"- but the charge was immediately dismissed, due to the fact that the man he had thrown a right hook on had tried to run his hands on his ex-secretary's skirt, while she had escorted him out his vehicle to attend a formal party that the town's senator threw. 
                          
Bakugou has been absolutely fuming, and even dared to declare he would "happily do it again" if he ever sees the guy in a five mile radius of him.
                          
And, well, Naomosa, in his (about) twenty years working in the police force, did not see that kind of proud admittance to a "crime"  in his career. 
                          
"Tsukauchi, please send some guards." Izuku dismissed the way Katsuki has bristled with (thankfully) contained rage beside him, teeth gritting harder and harder as if they would crack under all the pressure. "In the meantime, he would be staying in my home."
                          
"Hah!? Stop tryin' to order me around!"
                          
Izuku gave a feeble smile to Naomasa, further brushing off the protests, and Tsukauchi nodded firmly at the man's wishes, knowing better than to trust Bakugou's judgement- the boy was still too thick headed for his own good. (It was a relief someone is looking after him now- besides his equally rage-filled mother). "Understood, Midoriya-"
                          
"D-DETECTIVE! WE.. WE HAVE SCANNED THROUGH MR. BAKUGOU'S WEEKLY FAN MAIL AND WE FOUND... Um.."
                          
A redhead busted in through the doors without permission, his hair tied up in a tight bun- noticeably sporting a ridiculous yellow scrunchie that stood from his all black outfit.
                          
Izuku and Katsuki raised their eyebrows, unsure what to do at the sudden appearance.
                          
'Ah, the newbie..' Tsukauchi huffed a bit in amusement as the new recruit practically froze under the scrutiny- face morphing from panic, recognition, fright, and panic once again. "I- Oh my god! I didn't know-!"
                          
"It's alright, kid. Just knock next time."
                          
Naomasa quickly dismissed, trying to quell the obvious frenzy rising in him- if the crack of his voice was anything to go by.
                          
"S-Sorry! Pardon for the intrusion but-!" He held up a scrunched up yellow file, meticulously wrapped in plastic- with mismatched flowery prints and a suspicious splash of a rusted brown stain at the corner.
                          
Izuku's hand tightened around Katsuki's, instantly feeling a bad vibe coming from the folder- and even Tsukauchi tensed, Hands gripping the edge of his desk and scrutinized the envelope.
                          
The supposed newbie gulps, shuffling his feet, before muttering in a small voice. 
"We.. We found some pictures inside."