Warning: Slight NSFW
"Stars, the fuck happened here?! A massacre?!" My boots slosh through literal puddles of blood. The thick, sticky crimson covers most of the ground, and there's a whole hell of a lot splattered on the walls of the alleyway too.
"Anything so far?" My coworker shakes her silky head of dark blue hair, which she currently has up in a messy bun, like me, to keep it from getting soaked in blood.
"Haven't found any weapons. No hair, no pieces of clothing... nothing on the bodies either. At least, not that the coroners have found yet." I inspect the crime scene, something catching my eye. I walk over to it and crouch down to pick it up. A bracelet? Probably one of the victims'' Considering not even a strand of hair has been found, I doubt the assailant would be this careless. The bracelet seems homemade, consisting of blue and white beads arranged in a pattern with white letter beads in the middle spelling the word "shinee". I clean the blood off of it and place it in my pocket. Not like anyone will miss it.
"Looks like the work of Himiko Toga to me." The shorter girl turns to me, gray eyes in a slight panic.
"How can you tell?"
"You're new on the job, Nakamura. You haven't seen her work before. Trust me, if it's a bloodbath, there's a good chance Toga is behind it," I explain.
"Is she s-scary?" Nakamura stutters. I give her a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, we're just the clean-up. We don't come face to face with villains, we arrive after they've fled the scene. Now, let's get to work."
***
Between my waves of water and Nakamura's smooth rags, the alleyway is sparkling by the time we're done.
"Great job, everyone. I think this is the best this alley's ever looked, and it's all thanks to us." Most people clear the alley, returning to the office to pick up their paychecks and return to their homes. I wait for a while before following, but am stopped by a small tug on the back of my shirt. I turn to find Nakamura standing there shaking.
"Nakamura?"
"S-sorry, I'm not so good with blood... U-um, would you m-mind walking me home?" Why'd you take a job like this if you're such a scaredy-cat? No, cut her some slack. It's her first day on the job and that was a pretty damn gory scene. She's not used to it like you are... Of course she's afraid. I smile.
"Of course."
***
"Shit, I can't find it!" I knock on the doorframe, drawing the purple-haired girl's attention. Her emerald green irises seem tiny compared to her black sclerae, thanks to her wide-eyed expression.
"You good?"
"...I lost my bracelet."
"At the crime scene?!" She nods and lowers her curly, bobbed head in shame. "...You dumbass."
"Will you go back and get it for me? Please?" I stare at her judgmentally, making her shy away from me.
"...You want me to go back? To a crime scene, just for a fucking bracelet?"
"It's not just some bracelet, okay?! I- It's special. It means a lot to me." I sigh, defeated.
"Fine." And with that, I return to the gory scene we left behind to retrieve Boss's sister's bracelet, only to find the alley cleaner than I've ever seen it and no bracelet. Shit, guess it was taken as evidence. I hear footsteps approach the alley and press myself against the wall, since there's nothing to hide behind. A kid about 5' (sorry to taller readers!) who looks to be around 18 or 19 walks past, talking to themself.
"'Shinee'... Strange thing to put on a bracelet. It sure is pretty, though. Looks handmade, too," they observe, staring at a baby blue beaded bracelet on their wrist as they walk. Wait... that bracelet is the same color as the one I'm looking for. And didn't Artsy say it said "shinee" on it? I slip out of the alleyway silently and follow behind the kid. They lead me to a park, stopping in the middle of the grassy landscaping.
"Should I go home? Probably. Or I could walk around the park for a bit... Hm... Well, a shower is always nice after a long day of work, but..." They stand there for a few minutes, contemplating what to do, then yawn. "Home it is, then... A shower, then a nap, sounds nice."
They leave the park, and I follow them to their apartment. I follow them inside, then to their bathroom door, staying hidden while they close the door and start the water. I then step out from my hiding spot and lean on the door, listening in. I hear the shower door open and close, and open the door as silently as I can, reaching in to retrieve the bracelet. I can't feel it, however, so I poke my head in so I can see. I spot the bracelet on a corner of the countertop, next to the sink, and grab it, catching a glimpse of the thief in the mirror accidentally before I close the door.
My heart pounds in my chest as I feel heat rise to my cheeks and a hardening in my pants. Fuck... I didn't mean to look. But damn, that body... I bite my lip. I can't go back to the base with a boner... I guess I'll have to stay a bit longer than I was planning. I explore the place, trying to find a spare bedroom or second bathroom I could hide in — they won't be in the shower forever — but discover nothing. Guess I have no choice... I enter the bedroom and hide under the bed, just before the bathroom door opens and the thief walks out in a towel. They enter their room, closing the door before removing their towel and tossing it on the bed. I feel myself blush heavily at the close proximity allowing me to burn every detail of their body into my memory. They change into more comfortable clothes and climb onto the bed above me. I wait, listening to their breathing, until I'm sure they're asleep, and slip out from under the bed. That was too close... I steal a pair of underwear from the dresser before leaving the thief's apartment and walking back to base...
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Viscious | Dabi x Reader x Shigaraki
Fiksi PenggemarAs someone who works for the Crisis Clean-Up Committee, Y/N L/N has often seen the dark side of heroes. Not only do they have to clean up the aftermath of crimes the heroes failed to stop, but they also have to repair the damage that the heroes them...
