The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎: 𝙰𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝

Izuku left after that, quickly, quietly, and significantly redder than he was when he arrived. I tried to stop him, tell him I wasn't mad, but he was too fast. Out my door like lighting.

I slept in the next morning till sometime after noon, deciding I needed a break from my usual six AM alarm. When I woke the next afternoon, I started to go out my door to get my mail but was stopped by a vase at the foot of my door. I looked down and found a bouquet of brilliant yellow roses at my feet. I picked them up, turning to bring them inside.

The vase they were in was beautiful, intricate glass carvings in waving patterns. I couldn't decide if the pattern was cats or waves.

Who the hell sent me roses?

I poked around for a card, trying not to prick myself but quickly realized the thorns were snipped off the stems. I finally found the pesky card and read it over.

My love for you still burns bright.
I hope to see you soon, I miss you terribly my love.
Love, Shoto

Right! Shoto did call me from the florist last night, I completely forgot.

I admired the roses a bit more, pruning the leaves and petals to make them look more lively. The vase was truly one only Shoto could afford. I decided to put them on my window sill in my living room, where I would see them often.

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The next few days went by smoothly, and I was half way through my leave. I wanted to go to my boss and tell her I was ready to work again, but I knew she'd rather die than have me work right now.

"(L/N)-San," she'd say, "that was a mentally scarring experience. You don't just bounce back from that."

Bitch please.

I was on day eight of my work leave, sitting on my couch doing a whole lot of nothing. I sighed heavily, watching the characters on my television screen as they laughed and posed.

My phone started to ring, making me turn my head towards it. I stared at it for a second.

"Wait someone's calling me—" I quickly grabbed the device, putting it next to my ear. "Hello, Detective (L/N) speaking."

"Heyo!" Said a cheery voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh, hey Mina! What's up?"

"Nothing to special, just missing my favorite detective. We haven't talked a lot, so I wanted to know if we could get together sometime and do something!" She exclaimed. I smiled.

"Yeah, of course! When are you free?"

"I get off at seven tonight if you want to grab dinner?" She asked.

"Seven works for me. I'll meet to at Red Riot's agency?" I asked, excited to finally have something to do.

"Awesome! See you there!" The dial tone rung in my ear as she ended the call.

"Yes! Dinner with a hot girl!" I yelled, pumping my fist in the air. "Finally!"

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