The Analyst

Chapter IV: Sorry, He's Shy

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Hello, how may I help you?" Chiharu chirps to the three men that just entered the agency. The large one smiles, walking over.

"Hi, we need to see the head detective. Agent (L/N)?" He asks.

"Do you have an appointment?" The girl asks.

"No, but it's urgent, we think we have a lead on the Blue Ridge Killer?" The male asks more to himself than anything. The girl's eyes widen.

"I'll get you in right away." She says, picking up the receiver, and waiting for (Y/N) to answer.

They had a short conversation, but the men couldn't hear what the detective was saying.

"She's ready for you. Last door on the left." She told them, pointing down a hall way. The large man smiles wide, saying thank you. The one with green hair smiled and nodded in thanks, while the navy haired one kept his head down.

When they entered the office, they saw a tall woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair, that bounced when she turned to greet them. She was dressed formally, suit and tie.

"Hello, I'm Agent (L/N), who am I speaking with?" She asks, holding out her hand.

"I'm Mirio Togata!" The large one says, seizing the agents hand.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku." The green-ette tells her, smiling kindly, and shaking her hand gently. She looked at his eyes, thinking about how they looked oddly familiar.

When the navy haired man stays silent, shifting on his feet, Mirio places his hand on his shoulder, making the man flinch.

"You can do it, she won't hurt you," he comforts the man. "Just lift your head a bit, say your name and shake her hand. That's it." The man lifts his head slightly, so the woman could see his eyes.

"I-I'm Amajiki T-Tamaki." He stammers, slowly raising his hand.

"You're scared stiff. You don't like talking to people, much less touching them. You don't have to shake my hand if you don't want to, honey. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." The woman says softly. Amajiki blushes harshly, putting his hand out.

"I'm t-trying to socialize m-more," he explains. The woman smiles, shaking his hand slowly.

When their hands drop, she looks at them all again. "So I believe you had evidence for me?"

"Yes we do!" Mirio exclaims, making Amajiki flinch again. "Sorry buddy."

Midoriya's reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a large yellow envelope.

"Dear Mirio, Amajiki and Midoriya, I know you. Take this to Agent (L/N). Do not open without her. It's about the Blue Ridge killer." The agent reads off of the envelope.

"Well men, someone wanted us to meet and went to great lengths to make sure we did. There's no address, so obviously it was dropped off, not mailed. Where did you find it?" She asks, looking from man to man.

"It was slipped in through my mail drop at work," Midoriya explained.

"Well, let's open it then." She carefully pulled the prongs towards each other, and slipped the flap up. She took a careful look inside, and then took everything out. "At least there wasn't a bomb."

"I'm sorry?" Midoriya asks.

"I can't tell you how many times I've opened an envelope with quote un-quote 'evidence' that contained a bomb." She explained, making the men's eyes widen. She sifted through the papers, seeing documents and police reports, and mugshots. All of one person. She picked up the desktop phone on her desk and dialed a number.