The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚢: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚌𝚔: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎

I rode home, smiling to myself. It was a lovely night, really. I enjoyed it. But something I over heard Hitoshi say was scratching at the back of my mind, trying to get out.

"What happened to being my wingman? You're flirting with the girl I want to date!"

The words brought heat to my face, making me nervous. I know that he thought I couldn't hear their little argument in the kitchen, but I did. I wish I hadn't, but heightened senses aren't something I can get rid of.

Had Hitoshi only invited me over to flatter me? To get me to go on a real date with him? Technically we had. Twice. Cute coffee dates, something I thought were amazing.

Would I object if he asked me out? Am I interested in a relationship right now? What will Shoto say? What would he do? What about Bakugo and Izuku and the girls or even Sero?

And what Denki said in response only made the situation that much worse.

"I forgot how pretty she is ok? And she's funny, and she's smart, and she's sweet. She's amazing!"

God damnit. I thought, why the hell is my life like this?

And that talk Hitoshi and I had on the roof. I've never really told anyone that before. I thought I was this hard to break open person that no one could read, yet Hitoshi comes along and knocks my walls down with a single blow.

That shit is shady as hell.

I pulled into the parking garage of my apartment building and locked up my bike.

Pulling off my helmet, I made my way to the elevators.

I made it to my floor without any trouble, walking down the hall to my apartment. After fiddling with my keys, I got my door open and entered, looking around to make sure everything was in place.

Everything was, nothing was out of the ordinary, so I changed into more comfortable clothes and flopped on my couch.

"At least I go back to work tomorrow." I muttered to myself. "Oh shit, I go back to work tomorrow."

I paused.

"Yes!" I screamed, punching and kicking the air. Maybe it was unhealthy how much I relied on my work. How I used it as a shield to not deal with my personal problems. But at this point, I didn't care. I missed it. Maybe not the serial killers or rapists or pedophiles, but I missed joking with Chiharu. Making fun of Daichi and giving him relationship advice.

It hurt to be away for so long, but now I was going back. It felt like I was going home after an exchange program.

I was elated.

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About an hour later I felt like a kid on their first day of school. I had a suit hung up and pressed, shoes shined and a blue tie with little suns on it laid out. My alarm was set and I got into bed, hoping to go to sleep.

I found myself tossing and turning, not able to fall asleep.

"Shit." I muttered, staring at my ceiling.