Let's Talk

                                    

                                          
..... Midoriya's POV .....
  Kacchan gives me a look. I shrug and look up front at All Might.
                          
  "Midoriya, Bakugo," he clears his throat "why were you both late?" He stares at both of us
  "I-I over slept," I fiddle with my fingers "but I swear I won't do it again All Might!" I slam my hands on the table taking a stance
  "Calm down Midoriya." He smiles
  "Sorry." I sheepishly sit down
  "Bakugo?" He stares at Kacchan who stares back
  "I overslept." He mumbles
  "You both did, hahaha!" His laugh echos but then he chokes and gets out of his mighty form
  "We both did yes." I say
  "Hm, well then I do still have to punish you both for this, don't worry it won't be like last time."
  "I don't want to clean trash again!" Kacchan groans
  "You both have to go on a mission," he smiles "but you can't tell anyone, if you both do well I will grant you a pass."
                          
  I look at the paper he slides to us. It seems simple enough. Kacchan and I have to track down someone and bring him into custody, what's the catch?
                          
  "That's it?" Kacchan sits up
  "If you don't do well, I have no choice but to suspend you for three days, along with house duty."
  "We will do well All Might, you can count on us!" I stand up and grab Kacchan's hand, rushing out
                          
  I close the door and sigh. I let go of Kacchan's hand and stand at the door. We barely have any clues to lead on where he is, I don't want to be suspended again, I'm still making up some things!
                          
  "This is too easy." Kacchan huffs
  "I know, I don't understand the catch." I sigh
  "Tsk, I'm leaving, this sucks." Kacchan crumbles the paper in his hand and heads to the door
  "Wait, we have to start putting the clues we have together!" I grab his sleeve
  "And what Deku? Catch a stupid criminal so the authorities can get some shitty work of their asses?" He yells
                          
  I stand there, he isn't wrong. All we have to do is look for someone and bring them into the police. Why do we have to? Shouldn't processionals do this?
                          
  "You got the idea now?" He growls
  "B-But... we still have to try." I stare him down
  "Tsk, I guess I could slam a face." Kacchan clenches his fists
  "Then let's get started!" I smile
                          
..... Deku's House ..... (Kacchan's POV)
  This shitty hunt is stupid. I don't understand why we have to catch a low tier criminal.
                          
  "Kacchan I don't understand how we will find him if we are given almost no information." He whines
  "Does he have a picture?" I lean over his shoulder
  "Yeah he does, his name is Teriyaki... wait."
  "Shit nerd."
  "But... I-It says it right here!" He shoves the papers in my hand
  "Let me look sh... shit." His name is actually Teriyaki, but has no last name "He probably changed his name."
 "That's what I was thinking, but why Teriyaki out of all things?" He starts his mumbling
                          
  But it is strange. Fuck this makes no sense, why would someone change there full name to a food, let alone Teriyaki? This doesn't make sense. 
                          
  "Do you think it has something to do with there quirk?" Deku looks over the files
  "How the fuck would I know?" I grumble and sit beside him on the floor
  "Sorry, I'm thinking mostly out loud." He mumbles

  He scatters through the papers, placing them on the floor. I groan and watch as his eyes switch from paper to paper, not missing a single detail. He stops.
                          
  "Did you find something?" I ask
  "Actually I did, it's his quirk." He picks the paper up
  "And?" I mumble
  "It's cooking." He gives off a confused tone as if he was asking
  "That's a stupid quirk, I could destroy him in a second." I laugh
  "Well, I mean if it's cooking then he could possibly beat you first, it all really depends on what he cooks of course and if he can control the food. Let's say he can makes noodles shoot out of his fingers, he might have the ability to wrap them around you to stop your movement. If that is how it happens then he could make boiling soup and dumb it on you to give you a nasty burn."
  "Shut the hell up!" I grab his face and growl
  "Sorry..." he laughs
  "Tsk." I remove my hand and watch him again
                          
  "Oh, here is something!" He grabs the paper fast and shoves it in my face.
  "Fuck...".