Would You Risk It All?

Chapter Two: Breathing? Never Heard Of It.

"Who the hell allowed a fucking kid in here?"

'Oh boy, here we go again.'

To Tsukauchi this situation was beginning to look all too familiar, his senses stood up on end fearing that Enji would end up like the man from the cafe shop. And he was correct.

Midoriya strode towards the man, glancing at their obvious height difference while slipping his black clad shoes off. Naomasa sweat dropped as he watched the smaller man grab a nearby chair and adjust the height before standing on it. The detective couldn't prevent his jaw from dropping as he watched Midoriya smile sweetly and then mercilessly jab the annoyed pro hero in the throat. In return, Enji crumpled to the ground like a wet towel laying there flameless and gasping for breath.

Astounded, he watched as the cafe owner delicately lowered himself from his makeshift stool, readjusted the height, placed the chair back where it belonged, and proceeded to put his shoes back on. After witnessing such an act Naomasa could only think of one word. 'Ruthless. That man is ruthless when called a child.'

Granted it was a sight to see, but the paperwork that was about to be filed dimmed the pleasure a bit. Tsukauchi watched as the now weak-kneed flame hero laid a hand on an officer's desk and attempted to use it to pry himself from the floor. The action caused the man to wobble in such a way that Naomasa couldn't help but laugh a little.

Looking at the detective with confusion, Midoriya inquired, "What's so funny?" Naomasa doubted that the guy was asking jokingly, but instead as a warningly. After all he did just smile like an angel before attempting to take someone's trachea out. 'Feral. Absolutely feral.'

Coughing while averting his gaze from those strange emerald eyes, Tsukauchi lifted a hand to his now pale face and directed his attention to the once renowned flame hero.

"Endeavor, please mind your manners. Although he is of smaller stature, Midoriya-san is a full fledged adult and as you just witnessed, perfectly capable of handling matters himself, if need be. Now, if you may excuse us-"

Before he could even finish his sentence the doors of the police station shattered from the sheer force of an airborne body slamming against it. 'I swear to god if that's who I think it-' There wasn't even time to finish his thoughts as another villain slammed against the unsuspecting form of the lead detective of Mustafu, leaving him knocked out.

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To say Izuku Midoriya was confused was an understatement. Just how often was it that the Police Station was trashed? The look on Tsukauchi's face said that it happened often but Izuku ignored it due to how unsure he felt about it. Peering out of the now smoking widow, he froze at the sight of who was walking in.

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Midnight was not afraid to throw down and dirty with anybody, especially when they decided to cop a feel. Like damn, was consent such a burden? The R-Rated Hero had fully expected to see Naomasa glaring at her, but instead she was met with the sight of a familiar greenette. Someone she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Izuku?"

"Nemuri-san."

To many this interaction seemed pretty ordinary. If you ignore the clipped tone of voice and tension radiating off of the man's small body. Nemuri couldn't help but search for the right words to convey the many emotions running throughout her body, but she came up with nothing. As Nemuri continued to stand in front of the boy she had once made a heavy promise to, she could do nothing more than reflect on her actions.