Shouta Aizawa had given up on finding his friend Y/N L/N years ago. When she had lost everything including her hero license after a fatal mistake, she just disappeared. It has taken Shouta a long time to come to terms with this, but now he has to fa...
CW: crime scene (graphic), blood, murder, talk of manipulation
But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
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Shouta Aizawa was looking down at the body, not quite sure how he was supposed to feel about it. Seeing crime scenes was never fun, especially when it was a murder. It was pretty gross, actually. But this? This was a really bizarre crime scene. And it was a really brutal murder.
All of that made it especially gross to be here right now, but that wasn't the only thing that irked him. The way the victim's throat was cut, the way there were strange symbols carved into the skin, the way everything around the victim was arranged - it looked way too familiar. Too familiar and too similar to a huge case a few years back. Shouta didn't like thinking back to it.
But unfortunately there were enough people that had remembered his involvement in those murders back in the day and now they had called him to the scene for this. There was one more person that he had been close to, one more person that was even more involved in all this than he ever was. But they apparently were reluctant to go to her and ask her for help. They wanted Shouta to do that.
He sighed and finally managed to tear his eyes away from the bloody corpse that was still lying in the middle of the room. Shouta already knew that he wouldn't be able to get the smell out of his nose for weeks. He looked up at Detective Tsukauchi who was taking notes and talking to crime scene technicians. The poor man looked like he had been up all night because of this.
"Eraserhead! I'll be with you in a second." he said to him. Shouta sighed. He had told him that fifteen minutes ago. Shouta shuddered as he saw the corpse again. This was way too much like back then. Why had they called him and not her? She should know much more about this than he did.
Maybe they thought he knew where she was? If that was their reasoning then he'd have to disappoint them. He hadn't seen her ever since the last day in court. He hadn't even heard of her. And it wasn't like he hadn't gone looking for her, but it was almost like she had disappeared off the face of the earth. It took Shouta so long to come to grips with it and now he was back here.
Back here in a horrible, decrepit apartment, blood smeared on the walls, blood pooling on the floor. He could feel it sticking to his shoes and Shouta already knew he'd have to throw them out as soon as he got home, because he couldn't stand being reminded of all this. It made him shudder.
He wondered whether it was actually him again. He had been sent to prison, hadn't he? There wasn't a lot of evidence and it was mostly circumstantial which was annoying. It meant he was getting a very light sentence. Everyone knew that he had done it, that he had murdered around seven or even more people, but there was just close to no evidence connecting him to it.
