Normally teens around this day and age dream of becoming heroes to gain fame and money using their own powers for their benefit but not our protagonist he only dreams of becoming a detective you'd read about in comics or story's but if happens to ge...
We begin this chapter on a rainy day with barely any cars passing by as to not disturb the tranquil environment. As rain hit the windows with a soft pitter and patter. The day was so relaxing to her as she continued to stare out the window lost to her thoughts as she wondered what her life could be like if she did become a hero but with Kacchan always going after self esteem her dream always felt a million miles away from her. Especially since all might her idol ever since she was a kid disapproved and told her to stick with either being a police officer or a doctor. The sheer hypocrisy of how he can spout about how you can be a hero no matter the quirk. The more she thought about it the more she hated him for lying through his teeth. But she decided the hell what he thinks she'll decide her own path. Looking into her mirror all she saw of herself was a mess. Her mother stepped out before which she thought was extremely strange her mother never usually stepped out when it was raining, her mother usually preferred to stay inside on rainy days. Today was odd she supposed but when her mother came back she seemed to be in a better mood than normal which she also found strange but chalked it up to she had a date after years. However that mood quickly shifted to nervousness which she also found odd she knew her mother has anxiety but this was a whole different level. Whatever got her so nervous it was normally minor things. However when she heard knock at their door she thought it was something she needed to worry about as well.
Mrs. M: Izumi can you please get that while I finish up tidying the house.
Izumi: Sure mom.
Izumi began making her way to the door and began fretting if it was Kacchan coming to make fun of her in her own home. But was flabbergasted when she saw a handsome young man with his hair still wet standing out in the rain.
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It was like he stepped out of an old time detective movie wearing a three piece suit and a fedora that was off his head and in his hands.
???: Hello Miss my name is James nightingale may I come in?
Izumi had snapped out of her trance with a huge blush from embarrassment on her face before righting herself and moving to the side.
Izumi: U-Um Yes c-come in.
When James stepped in he began looking around the hallway and took off his shoes and put them neatly next to their shoes and began walking behind Izumi wondering why she seemed so embarrassed. Meanwhile Izumi in her mind was freaking out because here was a handsome teen around her age and his name was familiar like she had seen it before in the news or something.
Izumi: U-um so may I ask why you're here I don't want to be rude, b-but I'm really curious?
James: Your mother hired me to investigate something.
Izumi: W-What did she hire you for?
James: In due time.
Izumi: Okay.
Soon they reached the end of the hall and Izumi had asked him to sit in the living room. When he nodded and made his way to the living room Izumi went up to her mother and started freaking out.
