Detective Midoriya

Welcome Back Zero

After completing a refreshing shower, Izuku dried off and donned his SWAT uniform, the fabric moulded to his fit physique—he had gained muscle during his years across the sea. He called his assistant, who promptly arrived with a duffle bag full of his belongings, filling the small apartment with a faint scent of coffee.

"Here you go, Detective Midoriya," she greeted, her tone professional yet friendly. Izuku smiled softly, a subtle hint of warmth breaking through his otherwise stoic demeanor.

"Thank you, Yumi. You can head out; I'll be fine from here." He dismissed her with a gentle nod, which she returned with a quick flash of a smile before exiting.

Turning his focus to the paperwork piled on his desk, he continued filling out reports from a plethora of situations he dealt with during the week. The peaceful atmosphere, however, was abruptly disrupted by the crackling of his earpiece. It was his second day back and he was already more popular than he'd thought he'd be. 

"Code 217! Hostage situation reported at The Silver Spoon. Requesting immediate backup, over!"

Izuku stood up, adrenaline pulsing through him like fire. The calm veneer shattered in an instant, replaced by focused determination. "Deploying now!" he responded, grabbing his gear and bolting out of the apartment.

The Silver Spoon was a popular restaurant, known for its exquisite cuisine and vibrant atmosphere. Tonight, however, it lay under a cloud of tension. Inside, three masked individuals held six terrified customers at gunpoint, shouting demands filled with desperation and rage.

"Stay down! Nobody moves, or they get it!" barked one of the criminals, waving his gun back and forth across the room.

Izuku arrived at the scene, his heart racing, instincts kicking in. He quickly surveyed the layout of the restaurant, assessing positions and evaluating potential threats. The flickering lights cast ominous shadows as he reached for his earpiece.

"Midoriya reporting in. I'm on the scene with SWAT. What's the current status?" he inquired, his voice steady and level-headed.

"Three armed suspects inside, hostages are mostly unharmed, but fear levels are rising. We need to get you in a position to negotiate without putting anyone at risk. We're covering the exits," the commanding officer instructed.

Izuku nodded, even though they couldn't see him. "On it. I'm moving to the left side of the entrance." He slipped into the shadows to position himself, mentally preparing for the confrontation.

As he stepped into view, one of the suspects caught sight of him, panic etched across his features. "What the—?!" The man barely had time to react before Izuku spoke up, his voice calm and direct.

"Let the hostages go. You won't want to do this. There's still time." He raised his hands to show he wasn't a threat, feeling the weight of the gun strapped to his hip.

"Shut up, hero! Do you think you can just swagger in here and save the day? You've got no idea what we're capable of!" another assailant screamed, pointing the weapon dangerously at one of the frightened patrons.

At that moment, time seemed to slow. Izuku assessed the situation. The tension in the air was thick, possibly hanging on a knife's edge. With a surge of adrenaline, he decided to act. In one seamless motion, he drew his weapon, steadied it, and aimed.

The loud crack of gunfire shattered the standoff as his shot rang true, the weapon flying from the hands of the third assailant. Chaos erupted as Izuku dove in, adrenaline guiding his movements while the SWAT team flooded in behind him.

"Get the hostages out!" he barked over the noise, focusing on neutralizing the second criminal. A scuffle ensued, and in a moment of vulnerability, he felt the bite of a bullet shot his shoulder as he turned and flipped into a backflip behind a counter. Pain flared, but it was nothing compared to the trials he had faced before; he gritted his teeth and pushed through it.