The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚕𝚢

SOMEWHERE, BELOW THE CITY OF MUSUTAFU.

The boss sat at his desk, his second in command standing in front of him, back straight and eyes on a nick in the wall above his superior's head.

The room was silent, but the second's felt his ears were going to burst. A drop of sweat rolled down the back of his neck.

The room was cold.

"Well?" The boss asked in his daunting voice, drumming his fingers aggressively against his hand, "what?"

"What if we sent a threat sir?!" His second barked, voice cracking at the end out of sheer nerves.

"What?"

The second cleared his throat.

"The detective, sir. (L/N). What if we sent her a threat?" His boss stayed silent. "You know, telling her to keep—"

"I know what you mean!" The boss yelled, making his second in command flinch. "I was thinking."

The second swallowed and stayed silent as his superior slowly stood from his chair, tapping his lip in thought.

"A threat huh?"

He stayed silent after that, pacing behind his desk chair.

With every foot fall, his second felt his heart drop farther and farther, and his head began to pound at the same pace. His boss was terrifying.

"Where is she now?"

"Her home sir! She's with Red Riot!"

"That bitch. I bet they're conspiring right now. You know what? I'll send the threat myself. Personally."

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"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."

I laughed as Eijiro ripped another piece of mask from his face, wincing in pain.

"You can wet it and wipe it off you know," I said, stifling a laugh as I wiped my own mask off.

"I know, but mine's a peel off mask, the best part is peeling it off," he explained, ripping another piece from his face. He bit back a wince and rubbed his forehead.

"Eijiro you're in pain."

"I'm being manly!"

I laughed again, before rinsing my face, finally ridding it of whatever Eijiro had put on it.

"How do you feel about a movie?" I asking, reaching behind the red head to grab a dry towel as he started rinsing his own face, finally having ripped all of the mask off.

"Sounds great!"

"Suggestions?" I asked, holding out my hand and wiggling my fingers as if to ask him to pass me something.

"Anything you want, I don't mind! You go ahead, I'll be a minute."

"Alright, don't hurt yourself," I said, leaving the room as we both laughed to ourselves.

As I sat, scrolling through movies on a streaming service, I thought about what Eijiro and I had talked about earlier.

He really felt that way? Like he bothers people?

He's easily one of the happiest people I know, is it all a facade? An act he puts on so that people don't worry?

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