The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚝𝚠𝚘: 𝙷𝚒, 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚊

I scrolled through my InstaGram feed while sitting in the lobby of Izuku's agency. I had only made my account because Kaminari wanted me to. He wanted to be able to tag me in photos, but I've only posted once. Well, Kaminari posted for me, it was a picture he snuck of me while we were at The Grove. I was hidden behind a plant, but my fake horns poked out from behind it. He captioned it, 'When you go undercover and it doesn't go as planned.'

I sat there, scrolling through my feed which was mostly just my hero friends and then Chiharu and Daichi. Chiharu tagged me in a photo of her coffee mug, one I had got her a few years back.

'Missing my boss and best friend :/ miss having coffee with you!' She captioned it. I smiled and liked the picture.

Daichi has a fairly sized account, him being an attractive guy after all. He tagged me in a photo sometime yesterday; a picture of him with his head slumped in his hand at his desk.

'Miss you:('was the only thing in the caption. I smiled and liked it, scrolling down to the comments for shits and giggles. The thing about Daichi was that he replied to every comment.

@senpaidotorg
'I'll keep you company! ;)'

@daichiisthebest
@senpaidotorg I'm good thanks lmao go do your essay questions, you're twelve.

@yesihaveavajayjay
'I'm always here, you don't have to miss me xxx'

@daichiisthebest
@yesihaveavajayjay I know baby <3

@nickiminjaj
'Who even is @detectivel/nofficial ?'

@daichiisthebest
@nickiminjaj my boss and my friend lmao

@wannataste
'Why won't you respond to my dms :('

@daichiisthebest
@wannataste Because your dating my best friend???

I laughed at his responses, trying to keep quiet in the silent lobby.

"Hey, ready to go?" Izuku asked. I looked up to find that he had changed into a sweater with the sleeves rolled up and khakis. His hair was still a bit wet from his short shower.

"Yeah, let's rock and roll." We exited the agency, walking down the street. We started talking about different pro hero's, some lesser known ones, when a breeze hit. It was going towards the street, blowing Izuku's hair in my direction. It was a bit long, so it tickled my nose.

"Izuku, is that-?" I breathed in the air, smelling something fruity. "Are you wearing leave in conditioner?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"H-hey! How else for you think I maintain these curls?" He asked, running his hand through them. We laughed and he blushed, looking up at me. "How'd you know?"

"I use the same brand." I informed him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't use it that often, mostly just to make my hair smell nice on special occasions." I explained, looking around.

"Since when do people smell your hair on special occasions?" He asked, laughing.

I laughed with him. "Well, when people lean down to whisper stuff to me, or holding me close while dancing, their face is in my hair, so I figured it'd be kind of me to make my hair smell nice." Izuku furrowed his brow, almost a little angry.

"Why would they need to whisper stuff to you?"  He asked a little harshly.

God damn Izuku, chill.