I Hate You (Heizou x fem!reader)

Arrival

Heizou's POV

'Urgh, it feels like we've been together in this stupid car for an eternity.' (Y/n) whined

'You wish it were longer, don't you?' I said with a smirk

She gagged

'Please, just thinking about it makes me sick.' she shuddered

'I agree experiencing your dream sure is sickening.'

She looked at me, annoyed and confused.

'Did you just hear the words that came out of your mouth?' she asked me with a raised eyebrow.

'Yes, I know...my words are full of a lot of wisdom.'

'No, no, they are not full of any wisdom. There isn't an ounce of wisdom in those words. You're a fucking idiot.'

'Uh, first of all...rude! Second of all...not everyone is smart enough to understand the depth of my knowledge.' I said, narrowing my eyes at her

'Sure...keep telling yourself that.' she said

I sighed.

'Not my problem that you're not as knowledgeable as I am.'

'Hey! I beat you in criminology back when we were in college.' she said

'Y-You didn't beat me! I-I let you beat me out of pity!'

'Oh, so you got black out drunk on purpose? For me? Aww, how sweet!' she said sarcastically. 'Now that I think about it... you actually looked like you were enjoying yourself there.'

'I-That is not the point!' I yelled, blushing from embarrassment.

'Sure~' she said smugly

'Shut up!' I said, narrowing my eyes at her

'Alright, alright, Master Detective. I'll lie to you for a while~.' she cooed, booping my nose.

'I hate you.'

She smirked at me.

'Good. The feeling is mutual.'

"Turn left and then right...then you will arrive at your destination."

The GPS said, catching both of our attention.

'We're almost there.' she spoke up. 'I-I'm almost there!'

I raised an eyebrow at her. That's so weird. Why was she so eager, and how on earth did she find these keys? I'm pretty sure she didn't find these keys out of nowhere.

'(Y/n), can I ask you something?'

'Depends on what it is...if it's stupid, which it probably is...then no.'

'It's about the case. The keys...how did you find it?'

Her eyes widened. Her face scrunched up a bit. I'm pretty sure she's thinking of a good excuse to tell me.

'I found it...on the floor.' she responded calmly.

She's lying. I noticed the scratches on her arms and knees. I'm not blind. If she found these keys on the floor, then why does she have those scratches? I'm pretty sure I didn't get too physical when we were sparring. Also, she, urgh...beat me. Also, picking up a rock would not give her any scratches either.

'Then why do you have those scratches on your arms and legs?' I asked calmly

She covered her hands again with her sleeves.

'Well, I fell down 'cause I uh...cause I tripped! So that's how I got these scratches. I tripped and fell down a flight of stairs!'

Another lie. There's something she doesn't want me to know. I don't care...I will find out what she's hiding. We're partners, and partners don't keep secrets from each other. Maybe I should test out another theory.