Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

5 - Telling Murder To A Cop

"You can't be serious," Shindo, a man that Izuku had gone out with a total of three times before the man had finally announced that he couldn't date him because he reminded him of a little brother, said as he carefully placed his coffee back on the coaster, well aware that he'd kick his ass if he stained his great-grandmother's table.

"Oh, no. I'm completely serious," Izuku said, looking over the notes that Mr. Yamada had provided him with, so that he could 'improve the proposal'.

He shook his head, refusing to compare their small library to the Louvre. Honestly, Mr. Yamada was such a sweet man, but he had a romantic streak a mile wide, always seeing things as he thought they should be.

"You do realize that you're telling a police officer, one on duty," Shindo clarified before continuing, "about your plans to murder your neighbor, right?"

Izuku blinked at him before asking, "And your point is?"

With a frustrated growl, Shindo reached over and grabbed another sandwich off the small platter that he'd made when he had called to tell him that he'd be swinging by on his dinner break.

They both knew that the policeman was really making sure that he hadn't snapped and killed the bastard living across the hallway and to grab a quick bite.

Izuku had learned a long time ago that it was best to keep plenty of deli meat and beer on hand for when his friends stopped by.

It was either that or hear them bitching about being hungry until he gave in and baked them some cookies. Since baking meant cookies, brownies and cakes- his weaknesses, he made damn sure that his house was always well stocked for company.

Unless he was stressed, then he baked like it was going out of style.

"He can't be that bad," Shindo said, sighing heavily as he reached for more sugar.

"I now have thirty ways to kill him," Izuku explained as he refilled his cup of coffee.

"You need to get the hell out of here before you do something stupid," Shindo said as though he wasn't painfully aware of that fact.

"I can't afford to move," he said, focusing his attention on the notes once again and after he read the next paragraph, rolled his eyes in disgust.

"You have a good job, Deku. It even pays more than the museum. You should be able to afford to buy your own house by now," Shindo pointed out, looking around the kitchen until he spotted the bag of chips that Izuku had taken out and forgot to put on the table while he tried not to wince.

Shindo had no idea that Monoma had screwed Izuku over financially when he'd walked out on him.

If he honestly didn't believe that Shindo would grab the rest of the guys and go beat the shit out of Monoma, he probably would have told him.

He didn't want anyone else to pay for his stupidity, even if that meant that Monoma got the ass whooping that he'd more than earned.

"Why don't you ask your Dad for help?" Shindo suggested.

"I can't," he mumbled pathetically even though he technically could.

Well, there wasn't anything technical about it.

If he needed money or a place to live, his father would gladly give it to him. If his mother were still alive, she would have already dragged Izuku back home and babied him until he was able to get back on his feet.

Some days he was sorely tempted to give in and admit defeat, but then his pride would rear its ugly head and demand that he keep trying.

"Well," Shindo said, getting up so that he could grab the chips off the counter, "You've gotta do something. Maybe go back to school."

Izuku had to snort at that. "So I can be even more overqualified? No thanks," he said, adding the request for the wall of plaques declaring the members of the City Council heroes and hating himself for it.

"Maybe you could-" Shindo started to suggest only to get cut off by his radio.

"Echo ninety-four, please respond to a twenty-five at 178 Shibuya Road."

Izuku cocked a brow in question even as he stood up and quickly packed the rest of the sandwiches for him.

"Shoplifter," Shindo said with a heavy sigh as he took the large paper brown bag from him and shoved the large unopened bag of chips inside.

"Well, you have fun with that," he said dryly, sitting back down in front of his laptop when all he wanted to do was grab the pint of ice cream that he had hidden behind a bag of broccoli and go kill a few hours and a few hundred brain cells with reality television.

Anything was better than writing this drivel.

"And try not to kill your neighbor," Shindo said, giving him the customary pat on the head before he headed out.

"I'm not promising anything!" he called after him, hoping that it wouldn't be considered admissible in court later.