Bnha One Shots [REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED]

Detective Deku

Requested by @FrRosezen007

No quirk au! Midoriya is a detective working with his partner on a murder case. There is some Kirikami at the side.

The green head rushed to the scene, a little wonky as he tried not to spill any of the content of the two coffee cups he was carrying. He pushed past a few people, muttering apologies and excuses as he passed. Eventually he ended up in front of the police tape, struggling to shift the cups and take out his badge to show the police he was supposed to be here. The tape was pulled up from him but he still had to bend to fit underneath it, almost stumbling over his own feet as he did.

The coffee nearly spilled as someone helped him keep balance. He turned around, quickly orientating himself again and letting out a small thank you before rushing inside. Izuku marvelled at the sight, it's not every day you get to walk into the home of a designer. They always have a tad bit extra flair to their things and everything is so extra everywhere he looked.  He quickly bumped into the murder scene though, seeing his partner with a scowl on his face, looking down at the body in disgust.

Ah yes, Bakugou Katsuki, not the most friendly face of the department. But police captain Nezu had paired them up after the ash blonde send his previous partner crying home. Poor Uraraka, just a newbie, unaware of his explosive persona. She'd quit the job immediately after, so sad. So Nezu decided to pair the two of them up. They were the best detectives under his jurisdiction according to the numbers of cases they solved and he thought they'd make a great team.

Maybe also because the two of them had been in the academy together... Or because Izuku could actually talk to the angry man without being blown to pieces.
"Oi! Get your ass over here Deku! You're fucking late!" Bakugou snapped, glaring at the green head.
"Y-yes!" he exclaimed, walking over and holding out a cup of coffee.

Katsuki snatched it out of his hands wordlessly, accepting the weak apology in the form of bitter goodness. Midoriya let out a small sigh of relief as Kacchan didn't yell at him, knowing that his partner had forgiven him for his tardiness. Again. Really, he should be used to it by now. Luckily Izuku knew how to tame the beast inside him though or he would've been dead a long time ago. It would've been his body on the floor next if he wasn't careful.

"So, uhm, what are we dealing with?"
"Young man, name Aoyama Yuga, age 26. He was an up and rising designer, very known in the fashion industry" the woman investigating the body sighed. She was an old sweet lady that would retire next year, everyone at the station was quite attached to her.
"There don't seem to be any outside wounds, no bruising and no signs of struggle"

"He might've known the killer" Bakugou grunted, sipping from his coffee as he looked over at a painting on the far wall.
"Ugh, his taste is awful though. Why would anyone ever want to wear anything designer by this fucker?"
"Kacchan!" Midoriya whisper hissed. He was the victim! You can't just talk about murder victims like that!
"Tch. Just send this fucker over to the lab and make ponytail pump out his stomach for possible signs of intoxication after you checked him for internal bleeding and all that other bullshit" the blonde scoffed.

"You think it was poison?" Izuku asked confused.
"There's a damn wine glass on the floor but I'm not seeing any damn wine, now do you?" Katsuki barked back.
"Y-you're right!"
"Of fucking course I am! Now follow me you damn airhead, we have a suspect to interrogate"
People could say what they wanted about his foul language but his hypothesis were mostly spot on and he had a keen eye for this stuff.

Yet the next part was something Izuku blinked out in the most. Talking to suspects and reading people's body language. Kacchan had always been bad with other people but since he was so spot on with the other parts of the job, he was accepted as a detective. It's also one of the reasons he was assigned a partner, to fill that one gap he failed at.