MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 50

Things were beginning to unravel. Much like the gum wrapper in his hands, Tsukauchi couldn't make out what it was other than a crumbled, blurred mess.

The government was bearing down on everyone, including himself. Missing Japanese weapons was one thing, but the many dead or missing were now somehow linked. And no one truly knew who was against the rising threat or with it.

He flicked the small paper across the room, missing the trash bin. He rubbed his chin with a sigh and contemplated whether he would even sleep tonight.

A small pile of papers and freshly printed documents were at his side. He could still feel the warmth radiating from within and smell the freshly opened paper.

With a heavy sigh, he stood and made sure he didn't miss the trash this time.

He loosened his tie, got a fresh cup of coffee, and got to work. He started by sorting the many papers across his desk, going from the latest to the oldest events.

Each and every file was flipped open, displaying a small mugshot of the people within. Most were still in prison, some had passed away from natural causes, and a small minority had either died from heart attacks, strokes, or brain aneurysms.

He set aside those who had died from more natural or tragic means and compiled victims. He nodded to himself, proud of his progress but also a little perturbed.

Victims. The word was at the tip of his tongue and the back of his throat like burning bile. Most of the people in these files were younger than him and were fit or of average build. There wasn't a whisper of doubt to say they died by such means.

The very first file was a young woman, twenty-one, a graduate, and a well-known student. Her grades were fine, nothing to marvel at. However, the first thing to come to mind to Tsukauchi was her degree.

The woman was working to be a doctor, a rather prominent one at that. Neurosurgeons weren't people who just keeled over, let alone in class with soon-to-be doctors surrounding her.

As he looked more and more into her life he stumbled upon her less than flattering details. She'd paid for her classes with a streak of robberies thanks to her Displacement quirk.

He set the file aside and introduced a new one. The man attached to the manila folder wasn't anywhere near as normal.

"Imasuji Goto." He whispered to himself over and over again. He could've sworn he had heard the name before.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers in recognition. "Muscular." He huffed.

Muscular. One of the older files. A villain through and through. He also happened to be the very last of Y/N's targets.

With both files in hand, he cross-referenced them, hoping to find the smallest deviation to work on and apply to others.

He looked deeper and deeper. After refilling his coffee and turning his desk lamp on, he paused.

The girl's autopsy report was filled to the brim with information. There was even a diagram of her body with the many notes and details of her demise. Muscular's, on the other hand, was empty.

What? Tsukauchi's face contorted into a confused frown. He could've sworn he had everything printed and compiled.

He looked from file to file, his heart suddenly racing. With his previous tidiness thrown out the window, he rummaged through them, ensuring each one was filled from top to bottom as they should be.

A man arrested for murder had his autopsy report cleaned. Not a single word was inside. A young man sentenced to life without parole was dead but with no evidence as to how he died. Then there was a woman, a mother of two, whose death was also a mystery.