𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ( 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 ) 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!!

• After Working Hours •

His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, with bloodied white gloves covering his hands. Across his chest was a brown messenger bag, filled with his custom made guns, poisons, and of course spray paint cans.

He slipped into the shadows, spinning his bloodstained blade in between his fingers before tucking it into his bag.

He strolled behind the alleyway, looking both ways before skilfully climbing onto the roof of an abandoned apartment complex. He stood on the edge, looking down on all the chaos he had caused.

Mikumo was surprised no one had spotted him yet, although the night sky did help his camouflage.

A good murderer only works in darkness, afterall.

He put his hood back down, letting the cool nighttime breeze pass through his dark violet locks. The wind flowed through his black cloak aswell, making it fly slightly behind him.

He then pulled his phone out of his pocket, switching it on to check the time. Tired, crimson eyes stared at the fluorescent screen, making him squint a little from the brightness.

'10:47 PM' it read, with a few messages from his husband just below it.
___________________________________
katsuki ❤️ :
i'll be home soonnn
i miss u and our bedd
love u yami xxxxx
- 10:12 PM
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Mikumo sighed, shaking his head as a gentle smile spread across his pale and freckled face.

Deciding to call it a day, Mikumo hopped off of the building unnoticed and headed back home. It was quite a peaceful walk home, with him completely ignoring the police as the police ignored him.

When he got home, the lights were turned on inside, indicating that his husband was probably present. He then unlocked the door, the smell of fresh katsudon filling his nose as he stepped inside.

"Hiya, Yami!" A certain ash-blonde poked his head out from the wall, a bright smile on his face.

Mikumo smiled a little at his husband. "Hey, Katsuki. How was work?" He asked as he folded his black cloak and placed it on the table next to the door.

"Ugh, don't even get me started on that!" Katsuki groaned as Mikumo walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter.

"What happened this time?" Mikumo questioned, pulling his blood-stained gloves off and replacing one of them with his wedding ring.

A silver ring with an orange garnet in the centre, shaped into a heart. Simple, but elegant and meaningful. Just how Mikumo liked it.

"Well, first of all, everyone at my agency fucking SUCKS, and they can barely do anything by themselves! And those new recruits aren't any better, always fucking asking me to get drinks with them after work; it's so annoying." Katsuki complained, frying some pork in a pan.

"Mhm," Mikumo let him go on, taking his bag off and placing it on the counter.

Katsuki then ranted about random things like his fellow Heroes, or what they ate, or just anything really while Mikumo listened to all of it intently.

"And then Racooon Eyes was like: Yeah, way! And then I was like: No way! And then Racoon Eyes was like: Yes, way! And then I was like: No way! And then she was like: Yes way! And then I was like: No! And then she was like: Yeah! And that's how we found out who kept stealing all the mustard in the break room!"

"Lovely story, Katsuki." Mikumo chuckled quietly, now leaning on the counter next to his husband as he drank a hot cup of coffee.

"What about you? Whaddya' do today?" Katsuki asked.

"Meh, y'know, the usual. Vandalism, some manslaughter, mass murder, feeding the ducks, y'know. Same old, same old." Mikumo shrugged nonchalantly.

"Sounds boring," Katsuki commented, sliding the pork onto two plates.

Mikumo hummed in reply, swishing the coffee in his mug a little as he stared at it distantly. Katsuki obviously noticed this, and gave him a concerned look. "Yamikumo, are you alright?" He asked softly.

The dark-haired male looked up from his drink. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, it's just I..."

> incomplete due to a certain girly author who forgot to finish it