𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 | Inquisitormaster & Zsquad| Danganronpa

꩜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟎 ꩜|| 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐚𝐧.

JUNIOR YEAR - MARCH

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Trigger Warnings for this Chapter: Mild-ish Violence

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~3rd Person POV~

"Alright, what am I doing?" Zach scouts the room, taking in the details of the office.

Levi shuts the door and peels off his jacket. He watches Zach's excitement, even though the rockstar did his best to coat it as something else. Finally, Levi had taken him somewhere regarding the mission. Ever since Zach was made to watch that video, and the alteration of his mind had occurred, they'd done whatever they could to leave him out of what they could. Of his nature, Zach would ask questions, but the only answer he'd receive is silence. That didn't stop him. It's what brought him here today.

This office is the one Levi retreats to for his practice, and each detail seems calculated to him. Just enough light filled the room to light up the bookshelves lined with cold cases. Zach headed over to them, walking and scrutinizing each one. With how many they were, Zach was the slightest bit astonished that none of them had rung a bell. Levi walks over to the desk, composed of nothing more than oak, his back to Zach, who took it upon himself to explore the room.

One by one, Levi sorted through the crate, waiting for him atop it. He pushed a pile of papers to the side and went back to searching inside it, praying for no papercuts. Zach has grown bored of looking over all of the cases that he hadn't known of, not a single name coming to mind. He thought he knew the 'Winslow' name, but the curiosity didn't get too far.

"Get away from that," Levi had commanded, not once lifting his eyes from the beauty of the crate.

Zach snapped around to look at him, confused about how he'd even spotted him reaching for the case binder. Eyes on the back of his head, Zach had pondered, lowering his hands to his jean pockets. Levi pauses mid-action and turns to face Zach. He'd fit perfectly in here, dark sweatshirt with his collar poking out, the precision of his outfit that hardly bore any creases, the way his hair was brushed perfectly, every small and outstanding detail about him was prominent, and there wasn't an ounce of denial in Zach as he'd taken it in. He instead digs his teeth into his bottom lip to redirect his thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Setting down the files in his hand to the discard pile, Levi leans against the desk, balancing on his hands. The lamp did no justice in slipping through the darkness of this room.

"Just checkin' things out," Zach replies quickly. In just a few steps, he's closed the space between them and picks up the file Levi had just set down. "Police interview... You read those?"

Levi shrugs as he gleans his words together. "Only when necessary for the case. If there are details in the transcript that officials are tentative they've skipped over—and if I need something to do—I take them and read them over, observing what I can and reporting back."

"Explain again in musical prodigy terms."

"You understand it, don't mess with me."

With a smile brightening his words, Zach sets down the records and says, "I don't know, you sound smart. It goes well with your voice."

"And you suck at flirting," Levi chuckled. Pushing off the desk, Levi turns back to the crate, returning to his organization.

"I wasn't flirting. It was a compliment, genius." Zach swipes up the packet he'd once placed down before Levi covered it with another packet from the crate. Pushing down his smirk, he saunters away back toward the shelves as he thumbs through the records. He flips and flips and flips. Then stops suddenly on a page as well as he tracks.