I'm feeling much betterrrr!
Coach is low-key trying to bribe me from training with my injuries in team.
Will that stop me?
You guessed it!
No.
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"P.. Pictures...?"

Katsuki shuttered, a cold shiver down his spine as he recoiled- his breath shortening because oh god therewerepictures-

Izuku pressed his lips against his temple, startling the newbie whose eyes widened- but they ignored him. Instead, he whispered quietly in his ear, pink lips brushing against his cheekbone before he pulled away with a tight smile. "I'll view them. Katsuki could- will stay here."

Surprised, Naomasa looked at Bakugou, who instead of a violent session of lashing out, he was met with a terse silence and a nod. It was odd.

"O-okay, Midoriya." The boy, who was interning in the police force under Tsukauchi bowed in some sort of humble apology, before squeaking out a "Come with me!" And power walking over to the door leading out of the office. Midoriya looked over at Bakugou once, nodded with a sympathetic smile, before turning his back to follow the newbie.

Meanwhile, Naomasa was now stuck with a strangely quiet (but angry) Bakugou, who gazed intently at the wooden door like it murdered his family.

"So.. Bakugou. Mind telling me why you didn't go?"

Tsukauchi was great at reading people- considering his given title was "The walking lie detector". He had taken up psychology during college, therefor knowing the ticks and cues of human nature- and by the looks of it, on how Bakugou wrung his hands and how his left eye twitched, it was no secret he was, for a lack of a better word, pissed off.

Naomasa hummed in the empty office, tearing his eyes away from the blond as he sat down on his swivel chair to take care of paperwork- you know, to pass the time, along with trying to not provoke the anger-prone boy.

(He did glance up worryingly, though, to the young man who stood on the same spot, barely moving.

Naomasa can't be sure but, there was an underlying fear- fear and hatred and all that burning passion inside him, tucked neatly behind the "cool" facade.

... Best not to prod in sensitive issues too early.)

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"These pictures you were talking about," Izuku picked at the topic gently, walking the cold, empty hallway with the obviously uncomfortable kid in a police uniform. "We're they, ah, having to anything about Katsuki's stalker?"

He nodded, stiffly, but confirmed Izuku's guesses.

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They had finished walking the hallway, the the newbie, now learning his lesson, knocked onto the door with fervor before opening it- revealing a dainty looking office with a soft blue-tinted light bulb compared to the normal one, illuminating the space and also casting a shadow over everyone.

Paperwork was folded neatly, tools and things to use to perform at autopsy lay on a ready metal tray, sharp edges designed to cut open skin and Alice through flesh.

All the evidence was passed out like a deck of cards- spread on the metal table with a few other officers and investigators surrounding them. Izuku had picked up a bunch of words-

"I.. Know.."

"Stalker... Dangerous to him..."

And it all blended into a white noise, because now Izuku's ears were ringing as he stood by the doorway with the jittery newbie, the distance enough to let him see the.. Ah, pictures.

To be precise, they were pictures of him and Kacchan- in places no one could ever see them.

The coffee shop, the front of Izuku's home- fuck! One was even taken from high fucking ground, peeking into Izuku's goddamn windows to his bedroom- and his breath hitched when he realized they were taken after he had, well.. Somewhat fucked Katsuki with his fingers, and he thanked his lucky stars none of them were taken during it.

But the worse thing was-

Izuku's face had been violently scratched out with an angry red marker, imbedded into the glossy surface of the photographs,  whilst black ink hearts decorated the side of Katsuki, like the person who took it had some kind of sick crush on him. A deafening silence was waiting to be shattered- everyone holding their breaths at the sight of Izuku staring blankly, like a stone slate towards the pictures.

They didn't know how Izuku would react, but certainly, not like this.

Not like Izuku's vision flashing red, because a deep, brooding anger dug it's way through him, gnawing and ripping any control to shreds- because he was fucking angry.

His left arm twitched.

"Midoriya-San," a man in brown trousers carefully addressed him. "We understand that this may be such a shocker to you."

He held up a photograph- one with him and Katsuki at a park, his face still scratched out.

"It was a surprise to us to because," He flipped it over, revealing a text written in some browning liquid, messily, that smelt strongly of copper and it made Izuku want to throw up.

"Whoever they are, they certainly aren't targeting Bakugou."

The bold angry text read; "I have to get rid of the green slut".

All eyes locked into him, and Izuku felt powerless-

"They're coming for you."