KamiJirou-Dreaming

I'm Tired

"Aunt Shizu, here."
A tired Denki handed over a Manila file containing papers and documents he had borrowed from her to conduct his investigation. Shizu, a seasoned detective and police officer, picked it up and examined it while sipping her morning coffee.
The light it the room felt like cool water on a hot day to Denki, who had spent a whole day in his dark room. He stretched and groaned, taking in his vibrant and colorful surroundings, much different to his dull and grey room. On the kitchen counter, stood a framed photo of his mother and father, together with their school friends and colleagues. They looked to still be in U.A., their summer uniforms white and pristine at the training beach they had been training at at the time. Denki spotted Aunt Shizu with a family friend, Jin Jirou.
"Ahem"
Denki looked at his aunt. Her eyes were filled with shock and awe, but her face stayed emotionless and calm. To be expected of the seasoned detective.
"So what did you think?" Denki asked her.
"Well, it's good. Professional and to the point. About the case itself, it's well drawn up and connected. You brought up a point even me and my colleagues missed. The motive was bullying? Never crossed my mind."
She shook her head in awe.
"So what will you do with it?"
"The right thing."
"Which is?"
Shizu thought about it for a moment.
"Listen here, kid," she started, "I'll bring it up to the top brass, but under my name. They won't take a case seriously if it's by a kid, even if it's by you. Unfortunately, you won't get any credit, but at least something can be done about this case."
"Do it," Denki said with no hesitation.
"Are yo-"
"It's about doing what's right, not what gets me fame and glory," he said, walking over to the fridge, "I thank you for the sentiment, but it's really not what I'm looking for."
Shizu looked at her nephew in awe and pride. He had grown into a good man, and a respectable person. She made her decision.
"Alright, I'll bring it to work tomorrow."
"Okay, good."
"And, kid?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks a lot. I mean it."
"Don't mention it."
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Kyouka smelled ozone and cologne. Kaminari. She opened her eyes to a bright and tidy room, walls painted a bright gray adorned with posters, leaflets, paintings, a detective board, and a bulletin board filled with pictures, most with Kaminari on them. His desk was lit not only by his lamp but the morning light from the clean windows, which were open. She breathed in the cool morning air and pulled the blankets over her body. Blankets?

She blushed red when she realized she was currently in Kaminari's room, in his bed, under his sheets. 

"So you're awake?'

Kyouka looked at the door, which revealed Kaminari.

"Good morning, Kyouka," he said softly, smiling softly.

"You forgot the honorific," she replied just as soft, for Kyouka didn't care what he called her. Kaminari walked slowly to the bedside and sat on the side, somewhat close to the reclining lady.

"But no one can see us, so does it really matter what I call you?" Kaminari asked, "I thought you wouldn't care, unless of course we aren't friends?"

"You're lucky you're cute, or I would've slapped you for that," she replied, still red as she hid her face under the sheets. 

Kaminari chuckled, then opened his mouth slightly. 

"Can I join you?"

Kyouka slowly pulled down the sheets to stare at her partner. He didn't return the gaze, only looking at his mirror. But that didn't stop him from looking good. His blonde hair fell onto his face in proportions so elegant that math probably could not explain it, his whole figure outlined by the morning sun. He definitely looked like an angel. 

But she had never heard him so tired, either joking or deadly serious, but now he sounded quite exhausted. His computer glowed a few police articles he had been reading. Empty coffe mugs and pitchers littered his desk, papers and binders still strewn across his table. Kyouka realized that he had not gone to sleep yet, instead he had been working on a police case.