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Dear Diary - Home Sweet Home

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DEAR DIARY

As we finally caught up with the others and began the journey back, the weight of the night settled over me. The adrenaline that had kept me sharp during the mission had faded, replaced by an exhaustion that sank in. Bakugou walked beside me, silent as usual, his hands shoved into his pockets. His face was unreadable, and I didn't have the energy to pry. We'd said enough for now, and I knew him well enough to know he needed space to process everything.

When we reached the police station, the familiar sight of officers and detectives moving around in their routine greeted us. My eyes landed on Tsukauchi almost immediately. He was waiting for us near the entrance, his expression calm but expectant. There was something reassuring about his presence—he always had a way of making things feel less... chaotic, more... grounded.

Bakugou and I walked in silence as we approached him, the tension of the night still hanging between us. I managed a small, tired smile and gave him a nod. I knew what was coming. Another debrief, more questions, more details to go over.

"Back once again," Tsukauchi said softly, a warm but knowing smile crossing his face. There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but also relief. He knew the gravity of what we'd been through, and that we had survived to tell the tale.

I nodded in response, my voice barely above a whisper as I replied, "With even more information this time..." A sigh escaped me as the weight of everything we had uncovered pressed down on my chest. There was so much to explain, and I wasn't sure where to begin.

Tsukauchi led us into two small, quiet rooms, a familiar place where we had debriefed more times than I could count. The room was cold, the hum of fluorescent lights above casting a sterile glow over the table where I sat down. I glanced at the door I last saw Bakugou, I know he'll have just as much information to tell them...

Tsukauchi sat across from me, pulling out a notepad and pen, his expression serious now. "Alright," he said, his tone soft but professional. "I'm ready to hear everything."

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before diving in. I told him about everything we'd seen and heard—the dynamics within Shigaraki's team, the subtle power shifts, the tensions that kept growing. I described Shigaraki's behavior, the way he commanded the room, and how his influence seemed to grip everyone around him.

But I left out Toga. Every time her name came to my mind, I pushed it back down. It wasn't that I didn't trust Tsukauchi—it was more that I wasn't sure what Toga's obsession with me meant yet. And until I understood it, I couldn't bring myself to speak about her.