Kiribaku Oneshots

❓ Where The Hell Is He?! ❓

A/N: Requested by Insomniac-central! I think that this idea is pretty damn cool! Thank you so much, and keep requests coming! Before we begin, I would like to mention that there might be themes that could trigger people, including child labor, abuse, forced child prostitution, mention of vomit, cutting off limbs, gun usage, poison, alcohol, unprofessional amputation, sexual assault, kidnapping and more. And these are the main base for the plot. So, please wait for another oneshot if any of these things trigger you. Your mental health is much more important than a story. Another thing: Detective! Kirishima. I know very little about detectives. I don't watch shows with detectives or read stuff, but I will do basic research where I need to. I'm honestly using what little I remember from the Saw movies. So if this isn't accurate or up to your standards, I apologize! I think that's all, so let's begin.

Kirishima's POV

Sprinting through the rain.

Lungs begging and screaming for me to slow down.

I can't.

Where is he?

Where did he go?

"KATSUKI?!"

WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!

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"Uhm, Kirishima-kun?"

I look up from my paperwork, to see a tall raven haired girl standing in the doorway.

"What's up, Yaomomo?" I placed down my pencil and did my best to make the stack of paper neat.

"Mr. Minagi wants to see you," Yaomomo mumbled, playing with her hair.

"Okay," I stood up, stretching my arms out. "How's your case going?"

"They still haven't found the cause of the murder of Mr. Bubaigawara. The feathers are what confuses everyone, because they're clearly dyed. No one knows the base color though," Yaomomo sighed.

I pursed my lips and nodded as I walked out of my office.

"How about your case?" Yaomomo walked beside me.

"Recently closed. Found the perp, and we're good. So I assume I'm being asked to begin another," I sighed.

Yaomomo gave a small hum and a nod before we reached Mr. Minagi's office.

"Good luck, Kirishima,"

"Right back at ya," I shot her finger guns before walking into the office.

"Kirishima, please sit down," Mr. Minagi said with a smile.

"What's the deal, Mr. Minagi?" I asked, flashing him a lazy grin.

"Why do I usually call you in?"

"So what's the scoop on this case?" I asked, leaning in a little bit.

A vanilla folder was slid toward me, so I popped it open.

"Reported kidnappings and child labor have been on a rise for the past three years. Usually, it's people around your age, if not your age exactly. Since you're only 19," Mr. Minagi began. "We, obviously, don't have much info. So we need you to look into this. And,"