The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚠𝚘: 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜

TRIGGER WARNING: TALK OF DRUGS AND CIGARETTES.
PROCEED.

"Jesus this place is a dump."

For once, Bakugo was right on the money. This place was absolutely horrendous. Dishes looked like they hadn't been washed in at least two weeks considering this guy lived alone and there two trash bags propped against the cabinets, not to mention the one that was open and overflowing.

A thick layer of dust covered everything, and in other places a thick spill of 'I-don't-even-want-to-know' covered things.

This guy was a wreck.

"Geez, this guy really..." Eijiro trailed off, looking towards the stained couch. "Ew..."

"I second that," I said, looking around as I slid a pair of sterile gloves on my hands.

Every surface is covered in either possessions, spills, or God knows what else.

My eyes trailed over to the corner of the room, where a small gold box sat, looking trampled as if it were stepped on.

I walked over, careful to step over the mysterious drops on the floor, and crouched beside it to find a box of cigarettes.

So he smoked... wouldn't it be funny if that's how he was kidnapped?

I picked it up carefully and gently pulled one of the flattened death sticks out.

"Hey guys," I called, catching the attention of both men, "can you find me something like wire? Something thin and stiff."

Eijiro hummed nervously as he looked around, and I heard Bakugo stomp over as I studied the cigarette.

"Here," he said, holding a piece of wire out to me. I looked at him quizzically, taking it nonetheless.

"Broken picture frame," he spat, "took it off the back."

I shrugged, hearing Eijiro walk over and I started digging the tobacco out from the roll of paper.

"So," Eijiro started, "whatcha doing?"

"I have a hunch," I said, starting to loose hope as I dumped most of the ground tobacco out.

Using the wire to scratch away more tobacco, I dumped the roll of thin paper upside down to see what I had uncovered.

"Holy fuck..." I muttered, using the wire to stir around the contents. "That's not fucking tobacco. One of you, my phone is in my back pocket, grab it."

Eijiro reached for my back pocket as I pulled off one of my gloves, careful not to touch my skin.

He slipped the device out of my pocket and held it out to me.

"Call Izuku for me."

Bakugo snatched my phone away from his friend and started looking for his contact. 

"What was that for?"

"Shut up shitty hair, you hang out with lightening brain and he's a pervert, you might be fucking infected!"

"You hang out with him too?!"

"Not voluntarily!"

"Ladies!" I exclaimed, taking my phone back and putting it to my ear, "Please! Eijiro, look through the kitchen for—"

"(Y/N), what's up?" Izuku said as he picked up the phone.

"Hey Izuku, hold on a sec— in the kitchen for a plastic bag, I need one real quick," I informed the hero, who looked nervous.