𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 4

"Alright, ready?" I said.

"Ready."

"And...go!"

Me and Finch had been practicing for a while... Turns out, whatever I want him to do, he'll do it by just me thinking...

And whenever I use my ability.... I feel some aura.. kind of like anger. Not really.

"Great job, Finch!" I said.

I then grabbed my purse from the counter.

"Okay, let's go!" I said.

He landed on my shoulder and we left my apartment.

~Time Skip~
We walked inside the library.

"What are we doing in here?" He asked me.

"I could use a book." I said.

I walked to a bookshelf and grabbed a book. I opened it and looked at it.

...Not bad.

I then looked to my left and noticed someone looking at a book beside me.

"M-mr. Fukuzawa?" I mumbled.

He saw me, "Hello, Y/n and her ability."

"Hi." Finch said.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I've been well, and you?" He told me.

"G-great... O-oh.. also." I started feeling anxious.

It's fine. I can do this.. it's just a bit of social anxiety and fear of rejection.. I'll be fine.

"I thought about your offer for joining the Armed Detective Agency.. I'm willing to take the job."

"You are? Very well." He gave me a card. "This is the address of the Agency. I hope to see you tomorrow, L/n."

"Y-yes sir."

"Take care." He began walking away.

"You too."

I then smiled. I looked at Finch. "I-I think I can get the job."

"Good to hear."

"I'm so excited!" I shout whispered. "What if I do get the job?"

"Then it'd be good to hear...?"

~Time Skip~
I was sitting down, reading a book in the library.

"What are you even reading..?" Finch mumbled. He was resting on my lap.

"Lockwood and Company."

"Can we go home now? It's alright 9:00.."

"Wait, what?"

I looked out the window.

It was night.

"Damnit." I said and got out of my seat as Finch flew off.

~Time Skip~
I was walking down the street with Finch sleeping in my bag.

...And he said he hated the bag-

Suddenly, something grabbed my arm, I screamed a little in surprise.

Someone was holding their hand around my mouth. A man. He looked like he was in his..30's?

We were in an alleyway.

"Don't move." He mumbled.

"What would a pretty lady like you be doing out this late?" A man from behind him looked at me. "It's not safe out here.."