High School Detective - Daisuke Kambe x Reader

Chapter 2

"H-how do you know my name?"

"I said I am a real detective, didn't I?"

You roll your eyes and he smirks.

There could be a million more ways he knew your name and wasn't an actual detective, but you were tired of this man, so you let it slide.

Crawling out from underneath the table, you notice the broken window, shattered across the floor.

"Hey! What the hell did you do?!"

You run over and pick up the pieces.

"I'm going to get slaughtered by the time my parents come home!"

You turn to him and he stands there, scrolling through his phone.

"Ahem! Did you not hear me?! I'm telling you-

"Don't worry, I ordered a new one. It should be here by tomorrow."

"Huh?"

You look at the glass pieces and back up at him.

"There is no way that guy did what he said."

Sighing, you sweep up the glass fragments.

Afterwards, you go into the kitchen and grab your favorite snack.

"Do you want something, Mr.?"

"Coffee."

You take out the can of grounded coffee and hand it to him.

"Since you want to play Mr. Bigshot, fix it yourself."

He gives you a dirty look, before taking the coffee can and walking into your kitchen.

You watch as he fixes his coffee, pouring a little bit of milk and sugar in as well.

He sits back down, and you do so as well.

"Now, what do you want from me? I'm a busy high schooler."

"You sure talk big for a high school girl."

"Please get on with the point, sir."

Daisuke was getting on your last nerves, and you were ready to throw him out.

"One of our members from the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force, found your website around 4 months ago. Since then, we've been keeping tabs on you."

"Stalkers." You say in your head.

"We need your help in solving a local case."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I work by myself, and I plan to keep it that way."

The man smirks.

"I'm also sorry, but if you don't, I'll have to arrest you for running an website on the dark web."

You clench your fists together.

"You little-

"So is that a yes or no?"

You definitely did not want to work with this man. However, you had no choice. If your parents found out about you getting arrested and your secret website, your life would be over.

You sigh.

"Fine. I'll work with you."

"Good."

He motions for you to follow him.

He walks over to his car.

"Don't be scared, I'm not going to kill you."

You raise a brow, but go anyway, keeping a hand on your mini pepper spray bottle in your pocket.