The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎: 𝙽𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH, TALK OF GORE, YELLING
PROCEED.

I whistled as I tapped my arm rest, my other arm tapping a key on a laptop. It was Monday now, my time spent here instead of my office.

Being here like this is kind of calming. Of course it would be better if I weren't looking through witness reports, but hey.

"Hey (Y/N)?" Eijiro asked. I looked up at him since he was sitting in front of me and hummed in response.

"Is that face mask offer still on the table?"

"Hell yeah man, just let me know when."

"Would later this week work? I just think I need something to... you know, cheer me up. All this stuff with the kidnappings is really bringing me down." He rubbed the back of his neck and flashed me a small smile.

"I totally get it, when cases drag on it can be really draining. Give me a date and time and I'll be ready."

"What about this—"

"Body!" Ochaco interrupted, standing from her chair, "first victim's body was found!"

"—Friday...?"

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"That was..." Iida trailed off as he spoke, both of us leaving the coroner's office.

"Scarring? Traumatizing? Absolutely disgusting?" I asked.

"I was going for interesting, but yes, those work too." He surprisingly let out a small chuckle and I looked up at him, his face twisted in concern.

"Ok, so what do we know?"

"Right! The official cause of death was blood loss which was undoubtedly caused by the stab wounds afflicted across the body as well as removal of blood via the antecubital!" Iida exclaimed, chopping his hand again.

"In Japanese please."

"Via the front of the elbow!" I nodded in thanks before continuing.

"And those stab wounds were anything but clean, probably made by something with a jagged edge, Similar to a streak knife."

"But the wounds were much too deep to be caused by a steak knife, most going all the way through the body!" Iida finished.

"Exactly. I'd say the blades were custom made," I mused, thinking back to the coroner's report.

"Most likely. Who would own unusually large steak knives?"

"(Y/N)! Iida! What's up?" Iida and I looked up, our eyes landing on Denki who waved at us from a few meters away.

"Hello Kaminari! How are you this afternoon?" Iida exclaimed, holding his hand out for a hand shake.

"I've told you before man, call me Denki! I'm good, better now that I've seen you guys—" he threw a wink my way— "what about yourselves?"

"I'm not, but you could always break me from my dating hiatus."

Oh right. He's on Takami's list of competition.