High School Detective - Daisuke Kambe x Reader

Chapter 1

Y/N L/N quietly taps her pencil on top of her desk.

She looks out the window and sighs.

After class, she planned to head straight home and start on some new detective cases.

Y/N ran a private, but well-known website called: Y/N'smysteries.org.

People from around the world would send in requests to Y/N's website, and for a reasonable price, Y/N would help solve them.

She had made just $40,000 from the start of the website.

But of course, that money was going straight into her college savings account.

All of a sudden the bell rings and Y/N jumps up.

She quickly leaves the class and opens her locker, shoving her books in, before closing it.

Y/N hurries out of the school, a hand grabbing her arm.

Y/N turns around aggressively, as if she's about to snap.

"What's up, Kaio?"

You and Kaio had been friends ever since 3rd grade. He became a bit naive ever since the summer of your 8th grade middle school year, but nonetheless smart.

"I was wondering if we could hang out for a few hours, Y/N."

He nervously rubs the back of his neck.

"I- my mom asked me to help with chores after school. Maybe some other time?"

The boy frowns a little, but nods.

"Sure. Just call me whenever you have time."

Y/N nods and hurries off.

You felt bad for lying to the kid after seeing the look on his face, but that didn't matter now.

People were in need and you're here to help.

After about 20 minutes of walking, you open your front door and immediately head up to your room.

Your parents were away on vacation, so you had the house to yourself.

Which was surprising, because they always seemed kind of suspicious of you.

You start up your laptop and enter your passcode, before gasping.

In front of you, sat a male with slicked back, dark hair, and an earring on his right ear.

You cover the camera, and he smirks.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Spying on young girls! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

He takes something out of his coat pocket and opens it.

"Daisuke Kambe. I'm a detective from the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force."

You raise a brow.

"How do I know you're not faking this?"

"How else would I be able to access your website, girly?"

"You could be a hacker."

"Check our website. I'm no hacker."

And that's exactly what you did.

You scroll through the pages, until finding his name.

"Wait. How do I know you couldn't have just gone into the website and changed it up a bit?"

"Look, girly. I don't have time for games. I need-

You power off the laptop, before closing it.

You sigh and lay down on your bed.

"Detective or not, I work alone."

You get up and head towards the kitchen to get a snack, when all of a sudden, you see the same man from earlier, peeking through your living room window.

You shriek and grab a vase.

"I need to speak to you!"

He shouts through the window.

"We can talk right here! Yeah! Just like this is perfectly fine!"

The man rolls his eyes and reaches for something inside his suit.

"Is he going to shoot me?! Are you kidding me?!"

You duck for cover, knowing that you couldn't dodge bullets.

You wait for the gunshots to hurry up and sound off, but all you heard was glass shattering.

The man peeks under the table and you look him in the eyes.

"I dare you to shoot me!"

He smirks.

"I don't have any intentions on shooting a mere child."

"So then what do you want from me?"

"We, the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force, request for your help, Y/N L/N."