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Shouto Todoroki stepped into his office, second cup of coffee in hand. He turned the light on and grimaced upon seeing the stacks of papers. He turned the light back off. He looked down at his cup of coffee.

That would in no way, shape, or form be enough caffeine for Shouto to survive this. He closed his office door and went back to the break room. Half of his coffee was gone by the time he arrived. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out the largest coffee mug there is.

Officially, the mug belonged to one Hitoshi Shinsou who was a detective in the Special Victims Unit. The mug was 72 ounces, and the most coveted object of anyone who started work at five in the morning. No one but Shinsou was allowed to use the mug without facing his cold fury. No one that is, except for Shouto. Given the exhausting nature of his work, Shinsou graciously allowed him to use the 72 ounce coffee mug two times a week.

Shouto was a cold case detective, which meant he spent the majority of his time pouring over paperwork, creating theories, retracing steps of former detectives, and tracing down old leads. His work was rarely satisfying, and no matter how hard he tried, many of the cold cases stayed just that - a cold case. Of the sixty-two percent of cases that went cold, Shouto solved maybe forty-six percent of them. It was an extremely high rate, but it wasn't high enough. Not to him, and not to the families still waiting for closure.

As Shouto was filling the 72 ounce mug for the first time that week, he finished his regular mug of coffee. Not long after that, Eijirou Kirishima walked in, no coffee in hand but looking wide awake.

"Hey, Todoroki! What's up man?" He asked, looking at the mug with worry.

Todoroki grunted in reply and kept pouring coffee into the large mug. "The amount of paperwork has nearly doubled."

"Literally or figuratively?" Kirishima asked, the worry evident in his voice.

Shouto looked up from the coffee mug that he was still pouring coffee into and stared Kirishima in the eye. "Literally."

Kirishima winced in pity and Shouto turned back to the task at hand.

"That blows, man. Any way I can help?"

"Tell Kaminari to start signing when he receives anything. It's hard to follow the chain of evidence with random breaks. Plus he's breaking protocol. Do you know how many of those cases go unsolved when people don't sign the chain? Evidence goes missing and no one questions it too much because no one knows where anything is and it's too much hassle to find again."

Kirishima blinked once, then grinned. "I think that's the most you've ever said to... well, anyone, all at once. I'll make sure to let Kaminari know. You... you won't tell Captain Aizawa right?"

Shouto sighed, setting the coffee pot down now that his mug was filled. "If he keeps it up, I'll have to."

"I'll make sure it's taken care of," Kirishima agreed.

"Thank you." Shouto said, starting another round of coffee for the officers who would be coming in later, seeing as he had emptied the first pot.

"Oh, and hey, if there's no last minute cases, the unit and I were gonna go to one of those restaurant bars if you wanted to come with."

Shouto grimaced. "Is it going to be like that one place Mina took everyone to last time?"

Kirishima laughed and shook his head. "Nah man, that was a club."

"Mm, I'll think about it, then," Shouto looked at his mug. "I might pull an all-nighter. You remember the Snatcher case?"

Kirishima nodded. "I think so? It was that string of murders back during our primary school, yeah? Thirteen people killed by the same person in the span of a few months, and then the killer just dropped off the grid. He'd abduct his victims at gas stations and grocery stores, but no cameras got his face and no witnesses came forward. We talked about it in my forensics class."

"Well, I think I might have a lead on it."

"Really?" Kirishima asked, interest piqued.

"Mhm. I was reviewing the abduction of Jane Doe number three," Shouto said, picking the mug up and taking a drink from it.

"You're always reviewing her abduction."

"Because there was always something off about it. But I could never figure it out until last night. Kirishima, there was a kid in her car."

Kirishima grimaced. "Which either means there's another body out there we haven't found yet, or..."

"Or someone's seen his face and is still out there." Shouto finished.

"Do you think they would have been registered as missing?"

"I don't know. Do you think you could ask Momo to go through the missing persons files from 2006 to 2009 of a mother and her son? She won't get in until later, and I know you have to stop by her office anyways."

"Of course I can. D'you have a file for me to take her or anything?"

"Yep." Shouto took another drink of his coffee and started walking out of the break room and to his office, motioning for Kirishima to follow after him.

This time, Shouto left the light on as he went deeper into his office. The paperwork really had almost doubled since the previous night, and it took him a few minutes to find the file he had made for Momo. His desk wasn't normally unorganized, but he had been in a rush to leave that night, and whoever dropped off the papers had taken no time to leave them in a separate pile. He handed Momo's file to Kirishima. The two exchanged quick farewells, and Shouto got straight to work.


The sun had barely begun to rise as Izuku Midoriya pulled himself out of bed. His legs were sore and standing hurt, but that was to be expected. He didn't particularly like rough clients, but the name Eajetto was a particularly nice one to add to his little black book. Izuku had a rather extensive list of names in his book. It was just another form of protection from the men who held all the power.

If he died, no one would miss him. But if it was ever leaked to the media that any of the people in his book had paid for his services, their would be scandals left and right, and not the kind of scandal that would be easy to sweep under the rug.

He stretched a bit, then quickly got dressed. He paused putting on a shirt when he heard a groan. Looking over his shoulder, Eajetto was starting to wake.

"Morning, sweetheart," Izuku purred, moving back to the bed, shirt still in his hands.

Eajetto was quick to get on top of him, voice low when he spoke. "Hey, baby."

Izuku let out a sweet chuckle and pushed Eajetto back slightly. "If you want another round, you'll have to pay first."

Sighing, Eajetto was quick to get off of him. "I should get home."

Izuku nodded. "Your family is probably worried for you. It's almost afternoon."

He stood up from the bed and put his shirt on, then set Eajetto's clothes on the bed nicely folded up. Izuku tossed a small smile to the older man over his shoulder before he walked out of the motel room. He picked his jacket up from the coat check, shrugged it on, then stepped out into the crisp winter air. Izuku sighed, the cold stinging his throat.

As much as he wanted to step into the closest business with heating and take a seat to rest his legs, he had to be somewhere.


Izuku exhaled slowly as he walked into the YMCA. The membership was cheap, and the Y was a nice place to stay when it was below twenty degrees Fahrenheit outside. There were showers, a shelf full of books and newspapers to read. The pool was nice, as was the gym. Right now though, he was supposed to be meeting a friend in the treadmill room.

He got his membership card scanned and then headed upstairs. He made his way to the back door and opened it slowly. Inside, Ochako Uraraka was doing a light jog. Izuku grinned and walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Ocha-chan," Izuku greeted, walking over to her treadmill.

Ochako immediately perked up. She stopped the treadmill and whirled around.

"Izu-kun! You made it!"

"Of course I made it. You're my friend. I'm not gonna stand you up."

Izuku's friendship with Ochako was risky. He knew that. She was a police officer, and his... profession... wasn't exactly legal, but Izuku craved companionship, and not the kind that involved someone ramming their dick up his ass while choking him. He and Ochako ended up meeting when it turned out they had the same workout routine. Eventually, after seeing each other for weeks on end, Ochako introduced herself and the two became fast friends. Obviously, he couldn't tell her what he did for a living.

"It's been a couple days since you came in. I was starting to worry," She admitted, pulling him in for a quick hug.

"Ah," Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry. Classes got a little crazy for a minute there."

It was a lie. Izuku didn't go to college in any capacity, but the anniversary of his father's disappearance had come up and filled Izuku with a quiet rage. Had his father not disappeared and stolen every last penny from his mom, then Inko Midoriya would still be alive, and Izuku wouldn't be like this. Izuku hadn't been able to work, and he most certainly wouldn't have been able to meet with one of his only friends. It was easier to lie.

Ochako nodded sympathetically. "Sorry about that. Oh! Hey, if you're not busy tonight, I know something that may cheer you up!"

Izuku raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm! After my shift today, me and the people in my unit were gonna go to that bar restaurant, Plus Ultra."

"Plus Ultra?"

"Yeah! It's like a pub that sells American food, I think. I've heard some really awesome things about their waffle fries. So if you're not busy with classwork tonight, you should totally come! Iida'll be there too!"

Izuku chuckled softly nodded. "Okay. Who all in your unit is going?"

"Oh, um, Kaminari, Ashido, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Tokoyami. Iida's going, but we're not actually in the same unit, and I think Kirishima was trying to convince Todoroki and Momo to come too." Ochako grinned. "Let's see if you were paying attention while I was talking."

Izuku grinned. "Alright. Kaminari is the living meme, and Ashido is his right hand man. Shinsou is the one who drinks ungodly amounts of anything caffeinated, and Tokoyami is the quiet, troubled soul. Kirishima has the shark teeth. Momo.... is the one dating Jirou and.... you've never mentioned Todoroki before."

"I haven't? Oh." Ochako looked down, then shrugged. "He works cold cases and he's got the weirdest hair ever, but it's super soft and apparently natural? He's also pretty quiet."

"Got it." Izuku sighed. "What time are you meeting up?"

"7:30 pm."

Izuku nodded, thinking some. That would cut in to his work time, but not by much. Besides, his night with Eajetto would make up for the lost hour.

"I'll have to leave by 8:30."

The smile on Ochako's face was definitely worth the loss. "Great! I'll let everyone know I'm bringing a friend!"

Izuku grinned, then frowned. "Wait, are you sure it'll be okay for me to come? I'm the only person not in the force. Won't that be awkward?"

"Nah," Ochako shook her head. "It'll just ensure that no one talks about work stuff. And you'll get to meet a lot of my other friends!"

Izuku nodded and walked over to the treadmill next to the one Ochako had been using, then sat down on it.

"You're not running?" Ochako asked as she stepped onto hers, concern etched on her face even as she kept her voice level.

Izuku shook his head. "I will later today. I woke up just in time to get here, so I haven't had breakfast yet."

Ochako's gasp echoed around the room. She looked down at her watch. "Alright, come to the station with me."

"W-what?" Izuku stammered, eyes wide.

"I keep a food stash in my drawer there, and you should really eat. You work yourself too hard," Ochako scolded, stepping off the treadmill to ruffle Izuku's hair. "Wait for me while I take a quick shower, okay?"

"Ocha-chan, I couldn't ju-"

"You can and you will." Ochako cut him off, voice firm.

Izuku nodded his agreement. "I'll be in the waiting room then."


Izuku flung himself from Ochako's car as she pulled to a stop.

"Oh c'mon, Izu, I'm not that bad." Ochako pouted, gently nudging Izuku with her foot.

"I'm pretty sure you broke fifty laws! You can't go 90 miles an hour down Aldera Street in central Musutafu!" Izuku cried in exasperation.

Ochako just laughed. "Are you paraphrasing Good Omens at me?"

"It's a coping mechanism!"

Ochako only laughed harder before helping her friend to his feet. "Well, welcome to the Musutafu Police Department."

Izuku shook his head. "I never thought I'd end up going to the MPD like this."

"Oh?" Ochako asked, a sly tone in her voice as she led Izuku to the front door. "And how did you think you'd end up at the MPD, huh?"

"I don't know, but not to get food from a friend's desk drawer."

Ochako laughed once more, drawing the attention of a few people already at work. Izuku flushed under the attention and quickly looked away.

"Hey, nice work Uraraka! You haven't officially started your shift and you're already working to stop a crime." A man called, bright red hair spiked up. And he had shark teeth.


That was Kirishima, Izuku realized.

Ochako giggled and shook her head. "The only crime I'm stopping right now is the crime of not eating breakfast." She looked between the two men and grinned. "Kirishima, this is my friend Izuku. Izuku, this is Kirishima."

"Oh, that makes a lot more sense!" Kirishima said, holding a hand out.

Izuku gave him a firm handshake. Kirishima's eyes widened when he saw Izuku's hands. Kirishima's whole demeanor seemed to level out upon seeing the scars that marred Izuku's skin. Ochako had had the same look when she realized that the scars were real and not some peculiar trick of lighting at the gym. Thankfully, like Ochako, Kirishima didn't ask any questions when he noticed Izuku tense under the inspection. Though, like Ochako, Izuku could see the burning desire to ask.

Kirishima cleared his throat and let go of Izuku's hand. "So, you haven't had breakfast, huh?"

"Yeah. Ocha-chan and I normally run today, but I woke up late. I barely made it to the gym on time."

"You could have shot me a text and let me know you'd be late."

"Ocha-chan, my phone is still broken."

That was a only half a lie. Izuku had a flip phone that worked just fine. The problem was all of his contacts were prostitutes. They all tried their best to check in on one another and make sure everyone was still alive. He didn't want Ochako accidentally reading a text. Besides, his phone screen was cracked pretty badly.

"Awe, you two are so cute together," Kirishima said.

Ochako snickered and nudged Izuku in the ribs. "Why didn't you tell me we were dating?"

Izuku blinked, a confused look on his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was gay."

Ochako howled with laughter, and when Kirishima processed the exchange, he joined in.

"Oi! Shitty hair, pink cheeks! Stop causing such a fuckin' raucous!" A voice yelled from the back.

Ochako and Kirishima quickly quieted their laughter until they were silent, then called out their apologies to the voice. The two turned to Izuku, and suddenly he was given a tour of the station by the pair. Obviously, he wasn't allowed into restricted areas or into any offices, but he was given the gist of it.

"Oh, hey, are you coming with us to Plus Ultra tonight?" Kirishima asked as the trio walked along the second floor.

Izuku nodded. "Ocha-chan invited me before dragging me out here."

"Ooh! Hey, this is Todoroki's room. You should meet him to!"

"Ochako! I'll meet him later tonight when he's not working. You said he works on cold cases, right?"

Ochako nodded.

"Then let him work. People still need closure. Let him give it to them." Izuku said, voice soft.

Kirishima and Ochako's eyes subconsciously drifted to the scars littering Izuku's hands and arms, and both nodded.

"Okay," They agreed.

Izuku gave them a small smile, and the two continued on the tour until they reached Ochako's office. Kirishima went his separate way, and Izuku got a few breakfast bars and a water bottle. Izuku couldn't very well stay in Ochako's office for the rest of the day though, so he left quickly after, heading to his small, ramshackle apartment that didn't have heating.