Mother Knows Best

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"That only took us four hours." Kacchan said with a heavy sigh as we set down the giant container of glue on one of the many tables. We covered all four walls with cork boards and put blackout curtains on every window. I didn't know if we would need all four walls for this, but I figured this would be a nice room to have in the agency anyway. The windows were covered so nobody on the outside could peek in. This room was on the 8th floor, but plenty of quirks can allow people to get up this high.

"Thank you for helping." I said with a small smile as I began cleaning up the plastic from the floor. We were just throwing all the trash on the ground while putting it together, so we have a decent clean-up job now.

"And now, I'm taking you somewhere." Kacchan said with a smirk as he bent down, helping me pick up the plastic.

"I thought you were going to help me start hanging everything back up? We have enough space to map something out now." I replied quickly, turning my head towards him.

"I'm asking you to take a break the rest of this afternoon and go somewhere with me." He replied as he continued picking up the trash. "You've been doing nothing but this, and I think you're forgetting to live a little."

"I'll live when he's dead." I replied, turning my attention back to the floor. I understand what Kacchan is saying, but I want to stop the U.A. Killer before he kills any more of our friends. I don't want to go to the grave knowing that I could have helped prevent their deaths by helping stop him.

"You don't know how long we have to live." Kacchan shrugged. I had a sickening feeling that eleven months was supposed to be when the killer wanted to achieve his mission. If it changed to six months and then back to twelve months, I'll know for sure. If that's the case, I'm almost positive I'm meant to be the last one to die. I don't want to tell Kacchan that I think I'll be okay because then I'll have to tell him why.

"Where are we going?" I asked with a heavy sigh, admitting defeat. As long as it was only a few hours, I could come back here and work on this some more. The funeral was tomorrow, and I wanted to have this set up a little before the weekend hit.

"I was thinking the beach or aquarium. Something to get us out of the depressing spot for the day." He said with a shrug as he picked up the last piece of plastic and tossed it in the large trash bag we had sitting next to the large table in the center of the room. The beach was the tempting option since I would get to see Kacchan shirtless for hours, but it was also the dangerous option. I didn't need another reason to be attracted to him.

"Let's go to the aquarium." I said with a soft smile, throwing my handful of trash in the bag before tying it and setting it outside the door for the cleaner to collect.

"Maybe next week, we can take a day off to go zip lining since you didn't get to go when you wanted to." He added with a shrug. With everything going on, I forgot about zip lining. The only thing on my mind was trying to capture the U.A. Killer. I was starting to become obsessive over it, which was a good and bad thing. If I continue to pour everything into this without taking breaks for myself, I will start making stupid mistakes. I have to take a break if I want to see this from every angle and truly look at the bigger picture.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan." I responded with a soft smile. Kacchan smiled back at me, which was a rare sight. He smiled and smirked a lot, but they didn't always look happy. Most of the time, it was forced, but it wasn't this time. He truly looked happy, and I couldn't help but wonder why me doing something other than staying in this room would make him that happy.

"Are you ready then?" He asked me, walking towards the door. I wasn't aware of my facial expressions, but I must have looked more worried and unsure than I felt because he knew exactly what to say next. "We can come back tomorrow before the funeral and start putting everything back up and organizing a little better. We can also talk about suspects while we're out and about if it will make you feel better." I sighed, glad he understood I wouldn't be able to shut my brain off, even for a day.

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