"Come Into My Office. Yes, The Restroom."

The Case of Yuka and Shinsou Hitoshi

Izuku staples the last of the missing pet posters with a yawn. He had looked in every place he thought a cat would be but came up empty, meaning he had to print out the fliers at a local convenience store and hang a bunch up. He slips his obnoxiously-colored backpack off, opening it and setting the stapler inside, quickly re-zipping the bag after. He puts it back on, turning to head back down the neighborhood. He had to go to his apartment so he could change into his work uniform, but stops when he sees Shinsou staring at him with slight confusion and suspicion. He was already dressed in casual clothing rather than the stiff uniform that U.A. assigns, wearing a light blue sweatshirt and dark jeans.

"Didn't know I had an assassin after me. Care to tell who placed the hit on me?" Izuku tilts his head, tapping his chin. Then he places his fist in the palm of his other hand, hitting it lightly with realization. "Actually, I bet I know. Mrs. Suzuki has been eyeballing me ever since I found and gave her daughter's wallet at the police station. Wonder where she got the funds to do this."

Shinsou stares at him for a moment before he huffs, shaking his head, "Midoriya, you are strange."

Izuku blinks. "You're not the first to tell me that."

"Not surprised, though I am confused why you're hanging up fliers about a missing cat, considering she apparently isn't yours."

"Ah," Izuku makes a sound of understanding. "It's a thing I do. I go around finding lost things and pets, along with the few intimidation cases."

Shinsou repeats, quirking a brow, "'Intimidation cases?'"

"Bullies. Around the age of seven to ten."

"Ah." Shinsou grunts.

Izuku pulls out his phone, checking the time. "Looks like I gotta go, else I'm gonna be late for my job."

"Job?" Shinsou's eyebrows furrow, and he seems to frown. "You already have a job?"

"Y'know, for someone not looking for friends, you're asking a lot of questions." Izuku smiles in amusement while Shinsou's eyes widen. "I have to make a stop at my apartment, but you're free to follow me." He starts walking, going past the purple-haired boy. "That is, if you want your questions answered. Is your curiosity strong enough, Shinsou?" He mentally laughs at the his weird and cryptic question, imagining the confusion the other must be feeling.

He strolls down the street, softly humming the tune of an opening from a random anime he had watched when he couldn't fall asleep. His apartment wasn't too far from Mrs. Sato's neighborhood, so the awkward walk didn't last long, but it was still uncomfortable to go through. Shinsou follows Izuku up the stairs to his crummy apartment, the four-story building being far from appealing but cheap enough to live in with just a small part-time job (along with a few other paying tasks). Izuku shoves a hand into his pocket, bringing out a key attached to a ring and unlocking the door to his place. He turns the doorknob, pushing open the door, and beckons his new visitor with a passive smile. He kicks his shoes off, and he slips his backpack from his shoulders and tosses it on to the ragged couch. He heads over to his bedroom, calling out to behind him, "Hang out until I get changed. Won't be long."

He makes sure to shut the door after he goes in, and heads straight to his closet where his uniform shirt was on a red hanger while a white undershirt hung on a yellow one. He takes the hangers (and the shirts with them) and sets them on his bed, pulling off his pink shirt that has "ROSE" across it. He replaces it with the undershirt and dark blue polo, making sure to put on some more deodorant. He grabs a hair tie and brings his shoulder-length hair back, tying it into a mid-to-low ponytail. A few bunches of curls were left out to frame his slight tan face (he's often caught in the afternoon sun when doing his searches), and Izuku brushes a few behind his ear. He grabs the shirt he was wearing before and tosses it in his hamper. He pats his pant's pockets to make sure he has his phone, key, and wallet. Once sure, he walks back out into the main room, where Shinsou is sitting on his couch, looking down at his phone.