The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖

TRIGGER WARNING: MISSING CHILD, VAGUE DESCRIPTION OF A CORPSE.
PROCEED.

I placed the last pin on the corner of the map, effectively pinning it up. Stepping back, I looked at it in full, a full map of the prefecture.

Ok, Sakai and her son live here.

I stuck a pin over where they lived, in a nice neighborhood with good people.

Sakai's ex-husband lives here.

Another pin, about twenty centimeters from the first.

Then they trade off here.

Another pin.

Then father and son never showed.

Sakai, that what the woman's name was. She was supposed to pick up her son from his father at their usual meeting place, a parking lot in between the two homes.

"They're always on time!"

She claims her quirk went out of control, making her black out once she realized they didn't show. She says her quirk is called Other, and it gives her another personality.

"My son loves us both, we're both his mother!"

When I asked to see this other personality, she told me that she never got proper quirk training so it's really hard to just call her other personality up.

"No one taught me how to control it..."

I asked why her other personality didn't do anything once they didn't show, maybe take over or something. She claimed her other personality doesn't care for her son the way she does.

"We may both be his mother, but she doesn't care for him the way I do." 

When I asked about the father, she said he had left her and it was a messy divorce. Once she left the agency I got Daichi to search his history. Clean, of course, but Sakai herself had a bit a of a violent history.

When she burst into the agency screaming, she only mentioned her son. Not her husband. Obviously she still had unsolved feelings against him because of the divorce.

Usually in a missing child's case, the first twenty-four hours are crucial. After that, there's a less than five percent chance the child will survive.

I didn't tell Sakai, but I expected to find her son dead.

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"(Y/N)!" Chiharu yelled, making me run to the front desk.

"What?"

"Police just found a male body fitting the description of Ono Akemi." She informs me.

"Sakai's ex-husband." I muttered to myself. "Where?"

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Ono Akemi, a saint on paper and Sakai's ex husband. He honestly seemed like a perfect guy. Dark hair and light eyes, a jawline that could cut glass. He seemed perfect.

But his dead body, sprawled out against the concrete of an alley, limps all other the place, half under a dumpster didn't seem so perfect.