The Hunt - Choso Kamo

12. fix

Y/n sat in the cold, sterile room of the police station, her heart pounding as the hours dragged on. She had told them everything, the truth, about her mentor, the special paint, and the nightmare that had unfolded before her eyes. But nothing seemed to make a difference. They were convinced she was guilty.

Despite Suguru's best efforts as both her brother and a police officer, the evidence was stacked against her. Every time he tried to vouch for her, to insist that y/n was being framed, his colleagues met him with doubt. The letter her mentor had left was too damning, and the police had taken her last painting for analysis, suspecting it was created with human blood.

Days passed, and y/n remained in custody. Suguru, growing more desperate, worked tirelessly, pouring through every detail of her mentor's life, trying to find anything that could prove y/n's innocence. But no matter how hard he tried, the answers eluded him.

On the other side of town, Choso was equally tormented. He blamed himself for everything. His heart ached at the thought of y/n being caught in this web of lies and manipulation, a web he felt responsible for. If he had only been honest with her from the beginning, if he had stayed away like he intended, none of this would have happened.

Choso moved through the shadows, looking for anything that could exonerate y/n. He retraced his steps to the dark room where he had found her mentor's body, searching for overlooked clues or hidden evidence. His mind raced, guilt gnawing at him with every passing second.

His brother Yuji tried to convince him to let it go, reminding him that getting involved could expose them both. But Choso couldn't just walk away, not this time. He couldn't leave y/n to suffer for something she didn't do. Not after everything.

One night, after another failed attempt to find new evidence, Choso stood outside the police station, hidden in the shadows. He watched as Suguru exited, his face strained and exhausted. Choso knew he couldn't just sit back and watch the woman he cared about be punished for crimes she didn't commit.

There had to be a way to fix this.

And he was going to find it, no matter the cost.

Choso moved like a shadow, slipping past the officers stationed at the entrance of the police station. His years of training, the stealth honed from countless missions, made it easy for him to navigate through the building unnoticed. His heartbeat quickened as he neared the holding cells, where he knew y/n was being kept.

It had been days since he'd last seen her. Days of guilt, pain, and frustration gnawing at him from every angle. He knew he had to act, even if it meant taking risks he normally wouldn't.

When he finally found her cell, Choso stood still for a moment, watching her from the shadows. Y/n sat on the edge of the small cot, her face pale and exhausted, her hair a mess. She stared blankly at the ground, the fire in her eyes that he had once admired now dulled by fear and hopelessness.

His heart sank. This was all his fault.

He silently picked the lock and opened the door, stepping inside without a sound. Y/n didn't even notice him at first, her mind lost in a whirlwind of confusion and despair. But then, she felt his presence, an unmistakable sense of him being near.

She looked up, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes widened.

"Choso?" Her voice trembled, disbelief etched in every word.

He stepped closer, kneeling in front of her. "I'm sorry, y/n," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "This is all my fault. But I promise, I'm going to fix it."