𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 - 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚x𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 MHA

⥎⥐⥒𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 ⥓⥐⥎

丨-Chapter Forty Four ▬  Even more unlikely Affiliates -丨

-ꜱᴇɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ - ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪ-ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ-

ʚ▬▬ι═ ═══ﺤ Japan - HPSC Agency, Interrogation Room 3 ─ 7:30 PM │

┆--Tsukauchi POV--┆

The detective watched as Aizawa stepped into the rooftop exit elevator, Unit Three clustered close behind him, their stances unified. Before the elevator doors slid shut with a quiet ding, Aizawa locked eyes with Detective Tsukauchi, offering him a subtle but resolute nod. It was a gesture of reassurance, of unspoken understanding between colleagues. Tsukauchi nodded back, his muscles tightening as the doors sealed.

This would be it. The day they capture Polterheist, I-Island would do the rest. And they could finally move on from this wild goose chase. 

Tsukauchi turned to the Director of Security, who stood rigidly beside him.

"Alright," Tsukauchi said, clearing his throat. He straightened his brown coat and glanced toward her. "Let's move on to phase two. Shall we?"

"Of course," she replied with a careful monotone. Her head tilted slightly, and with a small, almost imperceptible gesture, she gave a nod to the two men standing silently behind Tsukauchi.

Before he could fully process the movement, the men sprang into action. Their hands clamped down on him with efficiency, pinning his arms to his sides while the other secured his wrists.

"W─ What!? Hey!" Tsukauchi exclaimed and struggled against their iron grips. The tactical guards were unflinching, their mirrored visors reflecting his wide-eyed expression back at him. "Stop! What are you two doing?! Release me!"

"They're doing their job," the Director of Security said calmly. She didn't even look at him as she accepted a syringe handed to her by one of the guards. The liquid inside glinted faintly.

Tsukauchi's heart pounded as his eyes locked onto the syringe. "No! Why are you doing this?!" 

"We only need your friend," her tone was devoid of sympathy or malice. It was chillingly neutral. She took a step closer, holding the syringe like a dagger poised to strike. "Your commissioner has a few... questions."

Tsukauchi's protests dissolved into incoherent shouts as the syringe neared his arm. The sharp prick of the needle barely registered as his vision swam, colors blurring and blending together as the drug coursed through his system. The last thing he saw before his legs gave out beneath him was the cold, expressionless face of the Director.

"This was never about Y/n..."

***

Y/n...? Who's Y/n...?

Tsukauchi awoke with a sharp intake of breath. He blinked rapidly, his vision blurry and his body sluggish from the drug still lingering in his system. He struggled to orient himself, the sterile white walls around him reminded him of... an interrogation room. But the one chained down was him this time.