Momo watches both of them bicker as they check out the body laid on the metal table. 

It's weird, to say the least. Bakugo rarely ever sparks up a friendship with anyone. He has Uraraka and her, that's true. He also has those two dolts of the police department that never seems to be around at all these days.

He isn't really close with any of them, save for Uraraka who he occasionally gets a drink with when he has spare time. 

Now, she's standing here watching them bicker like best friends and an old married couple at the same time. 

Kirishima is a good influence, she can tell. He's an extrovert, he's bound to bring out Bakugo's true personality at some point of their newborn friendship.  

Momo sighs as she flips through her clipboard, adjusting her glasses before looking up at them, who were standing relatively close to each other. 

Kirishima is smiling and Bakugo is blatantly trying to ignore him. Momo would hate to break this moment but, she has to. 

"Are both of you done?" 

Kirishima snaps out of his staring and gives her a happy grin. "Yeah! Sorry, Momo, me and Bakugo were just talking about the case."

Kirishima and he continue conversing until Bakugo speaks to her instead. "Do us a favor and help us check who the fingerprints on the pillow belong to. He already sent you the picture." 

Kirishima chuckles and chides him for being rude, telling him to lighten up a little too. Bakugo takes off his reading glasses and covers his eyes with his hand, lips barely turned into a pout. 

Momo pulls out her phone and nods, jogging out of the lab. 

Now that Kirishima is alone with Bakugo, he better take the opportunity to get to know him better.  

-

"You look tired as shit. I'd say you got 3 hours of sleep but…", Kirishima gestures towards his eyebags. 

"2 hours…", Bakugo mumbles. 

Kirishima hums. "How do you like your coffee?" 

"Black, 2 sugars, no cream…". 

"Anything else?" 

"Just go be my errand boy, dipshit." 

Kirishima laughs before placing his hand on his shoulder. Bakugo jerks away and Kirishima removes his hand quickly, blinking in confusion. He moves his hand back to his side before walking towards the exit. 

"Get some sleep while I get your coffee!" 

-

Bakugo doesn't hate him. 

He doesn't have the mutual dislike going on with him either unlike him and Half-and-Half (they respect each other out of spite and pretend the other doesn't exist). 

That, and he hasn't had a partner since 5 years ago. It was terrible. He got rid of him 2 days later and thankfully the guy was transferred to another precinct after a month. 

Kirishima is… okay, to put it simply. He's certainly not dumb, but, he is dumb. He wears the most idiotic clothes Bakugo has ever fucking seen (but Bakugo can't exactly argue with that either since his wardrobe mainly consists of suits. There's an orange and green jacket in there, it's his favorite, but he just doesn't wear it often). 

Kirishima literally came into his lab, in a red button-up and fucking SHORTS. At least wear jeans, who the hell allowed him out of the house. 

Yet, he can't argue because he himself switches in between chilling in his tank top, his lab coat and his suit. All his shirts are either black or white, and there's a small compartment with a few of those shirts right in his lab. There's also another one for food. 

He practically lives here and he barely goes back to his apartment. He either just sleeps in his chair or doesn't sleep at all. 

Momo walks in while he leans against the counters and reads from her clipboard. "Those fingerprints belong to… Fuzuru Turi, Tomo Tori, and Hima Sanzeki." 

Bakugo watches as she flips another page open, scanning the words quickly. "Sanzeki has committed several crimes, but it's nothing serious. He admitted very quickly that he had committed those crimes… If you want more information, he's registered in the database and we have his case file in the Archives…" 

She passes him a paper that contains pictures of the fingerprints and its owners along with some information about them. 

Bakugo scans over the paper. There's nothing interesting about the other two… Bakugo wracked his brain for any device, thing, you can get information from. Laptop… computers… What is something you would have on you every day? 

Purse, wallet, identity card, keys… 

"Bring me her phone." 

Momo nods and walks out again as Kirishima barges in, holding onto a coffee bag and a Tupperware. 

He nods towards Momo while smiling before placing all the items on the counter. He pushes the Tupperware and hot coffee towards Bakugo while he takes a sip out of his tea. 

"Okay, a black coffee, 2 sugars, no cream and a carbonara spaghetti for you!" 

Bakugo picks up the hot coffee and downs it quickly, leaving half a cup left. He wipes his mouth with his hand as he sighs in content.

"Someone finally gets my order right, holy shit", he mutters. 

Kirishima stares. Now, that coffee is probably warm now, but it's still slightly hot. Drinking half of something like that so fast? You're gonna burn your tongue. 

"It's a simple order. Anyways, fill me in!" 

"People always add too much sugar because they think I need a little more sweetness in life. I fucking don't, I have chocolate in the break room fridge for a fucking reason…", Bakugo trails off angrily, cursing people out. 

Bakugo places his coffee down before glancing at the Tupperware. He picks it up and opens it gingerly, grabbing the fork from the second compartment. 

The morgue isn't the best place to eat, but it'll do. 

As Kirishima lets him enjoy his food, he picks up the paper on the counter. He scans over it quickly before settling on a man named Fuzuru Turi. 

"I'll interrogate Fuzuru and Tomo… you can handle Sanzeki if you wish,'' Kirishima says, taking a picture of the addresses. 

"Alright."  

-

Bakugo was interesting. 

He has so many layers. The one he shows the world and the one he shows to close friends (probably. He hasn't seen him show this side yet). 

He's very complex too. Something that Kirishima personally enjoys in a person. Simplicity is nice, yes, but there's a charm in complexity. 

Having to figure out what's truly going on in their minds, what their actions actually mean, the words someone speaks. 

That's an absolute thrill to Kirishima. Call him a masochist since people find complexity annoying and um... Well, but there's something meaningful about it once you place the last piece into the puzzle. You see the full picture, the purest, unfiltered form of something or someone. 

He sighs as he walks through the neighborhood, scanning the house numbers for number 54. 

He jogs up to the house when he finds it and gives it a loud knock. He waits a minute before a man opens the door. 

The man is definitely older than him, he has some stubble too. 

"If this is about Suzuki…" 

There's the lingering smell of alcohol and smoke in his breath. He certainly seems wide awake though, so this man is not a lightweight or he only had a little bit. 

Kirishima clears his throat subtly and puts on his professional facade, turning on his mic on his phone. 

"Yes, sir. I would like to ask some questions. Have you been to her apartment recently?"

"I slept with her and left, that's all." 

Kirishima nods. "When?" 

"Before she died obviously."

He's dodging the question, seems a little nervous too. 

"I'll be more specific. What day?" 

"This Monday." 

It's Wednesday. Suzuki died yesterday. 

"Did you take her anywhere before you slept with her?" 

"No, she invited me over and I left early in the morning", the man says. 

He's calmer and he has an even tone. He's staring straight at him, his posture relaxed. Seemingly as if he was thinking about the time he spent with her. 

"Thank you, sir. Have a good day." 

He leaves the front porch of the house and turns off his mic. He opens his message app and sees an unknown number texting him. 

???: At her apt. Nothing new. 

Bakugo, probably. 

Me: New phone, who dis. 

???: Bakugo, idiot. 

Me: When's my birthday? 

???: October 16th. 

Me: and you know because? 

???: I checked your files, dumbass. 

Me: Favourite food? 

???: Fish and meat. 

Well, actually it's Wagyu Beef Stew and he never told Bakugo neither did he ask. Also, he's pretty sure nobody knows what he likes to eat since it's his first day here. He also made sure he only kept all his contacts to himself. 

Me: what are my teeth like, bro :D 

???: Normal, what, you expect it to be like a lion's or some shit? 

Now, Kirishima's teeth were far from normal. His front teeth were all sharp as fuck and only his molecular teeth were normal. So, his teeth are most in fact, NOT NORMAL. 

Me: dude! It is you! Also, bro, I placed like 3 sugars in your coffee? Thought you were in the top 10?

???: Well, fuck you. 

Oh, this isn't Bakugo. Aizawa warned him not to mess with his food. He did add 2 sugars in Bakugo's coffee, he never added a third. 

Me: oh so rude >:( 

Kirishima texts Aizawa immediately and thankfully, he replies fast. He asks for Bakugo's actual number. 

Me: This is Kirishima~~~ anyways some dude tried to impersonate you. 

Bakugo: what's my coffee order? 

Me: black, 2 sugars, no cream. 

Bakugo: what did I eat this morning? 

Me: to be exact it was afternoon, you ate a really bad looking sandwich and nothing for breakfast. Then after, I bought you spaghetti. Carbonara, I even asked them to add some pepper :( 

Me: and I got it from the cafe downstairs!! 

Bakugo: didn't fucking ask. 

Me: gosh, so mean. Didn't I tell you to be less grumpy and lighten up? I bought your morning wake-up-juice too. 

Bakugo: yes I get that a lot and don't ever disgrace coffee like that again you fuck.  

Me: -1 picture has been attached-

Me: happy now? 

Bakugo: k. Now go on about somebody impersonating me. 

Me: -3 pictures has been attached- 

Bakugo: it's a burner number. Difficult to track but eh. 

Bakugo: I'm heading to the nearest gun shop. Gonna ask if they sold it out to some orange-haired idiot. I found a few strands on the bed and the shower. 

Me: Tomo didn't do anything other than sleeping with her, on Monday. He's bald as you know. 

Me: do your guys printers not have colors???

Bakugo: I ran into Sanzeki, for coffee again. He got a job finally. He just slept with her and he has black hair. 

Bakugo: no we don't, thank the shit head when he comes by. 

Bakugo: does she have standards, for fuck’s sake. She's giving me a headache. 

Me: I'm on the way to Furuzu's. 

Bakugo: I already sent the number to Hatsume, tracking. Need any shit related to tech, just go find her. 

Bakugo: meet me in my apartment once you finish your shit. We'll piece our info tgt and I also want a 30 mins nap at least. 

Bakugo: -sent a location- 

Me: with a murder case going on, I'm seriously doubting you. 

Bakugo: I guess you can rot on the streets then.

Bakugo: The idiot who tried to impersonate me put themselves on the front lines for some idiotic reason, it's either the murderer or an accomplice of the murderer or some fucking prankster who decided it was funny to mess with me and you. 

Me: I can just head straight back to the hostel yk. 

Bakugo: I know for a fact that their beds are complete shit. 

Me:... Okay fair enough. 

By the time he reaches Furuzu's, he's exhausted. It's already 3.30 PM and the sun isn't doing him a favor. Yes, it's Spring. There's beautiful flowers blooming, nice Spring winds but the sun needs to chill out. 

He climbs up the stairs to the 5th floor since the lift is broken. Just his luck. He bangs open the door when he finally makes it and gives a huff. 

Apartment 5-01… 5-02… 5-03… Ah! Apartment 5-04! 

Gosh… finally! 

He knocks on the door and waits. 

Nobody answers. 

Kirishima frowns, this is weird. Furuzu's job starts at 12 PM and ends at 5 AM. He should be home right now. 

Kirishima knocks again. 

And nobody answers. 

He pretty much ran here since it wasn't far from Tomo's house, climbed up several flights of stairs and he isn't home. Great, wonderful. 

Kirishima sighs before banging harder one last time. Nobody answers and he shakes his head, going for the doorknob. 

The door opened.

Did he forget to lock the door…

He makes sure his shoes are covered with plastic. He always wears his gloves, it became a habit. 

He pushes the door slowly and enters. 

The apartment is relatively small, messy too. It gives him an eerie, abandoned feeling. He looks at the walls and sees scratches and a few gunshots. Was it out of anger, anxiety or something else? 

There were books scattered on the table, right next to the bed. Kirishima walks over to take a look. Crime and thriller… a sweet wrapper over there… a dead plant… 

He walks over to the bed and leans down. The sheets are dirty, there were several coffee stains (he thinks) on it and it looks like it hasn't been washed in two weeks, gives or takes… 

The bed isn't made. The blanket is hanging off the end, barely clinging on and the pillows were scattered. 

He scans the bed for any clue. A nail, lipstick stain? Just something… 

A few strands of orange hair stand out on the pillow. 

He pulls out a ziplock bag from his backpack along with a tweezer. He picks up a few strands and puts them into the bag. 

He stands up and looks around again. Is there anything he can hide anywhere…? Kirishima crouches and looks under the bed. 

He turns on the flashlight on his phone and hisses when a cockroach crawls out. He calms himself down before reaching underneath to pull out the box he saw. 

He blows the dust off it and takes off the lid. 

The first thing he sees is a gun. 

He picks it up slowly and turns it around in his hand. It's the same model as the one that was used to shoot Suzuki… it's older though… 

He pulls out another ziplock bag and puts it inside. 

He looks at the box. There are several notebooks lined up inside. He pulls the one on top, that was right underneath the gun, out. 

He flips it open and sees Suzuki's face smiling right at him. He shivers slightly and turns to the next page. 

He reads it quickly. Stalking… monitoring her activities for about… 2 months… He continues reading till the 5th page and sees a certain line that may tell them why he killed her. 

"They better pay up once I finish this."

Why, why did he accept the offer to kill the woman? Who's 'they'? 

He continues reading the pages Furuzu wrote. 

"I'm desperate." 

Desperate for what? 

Why is he despe-? 

He freezes as he hears the doorknob give a squeaky turn. 

Fuck. 

Insert the "I'm trying my best" meme when it comes to grammar and stuff.

I CANONICALLY SAY BAKUGO IS AN ONION.