The Analyst

𝚇𝙸𝙸: 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Waiting for Shoto to pick me up was nerve-racking. I have to act like his girlfriend. That kiss made it seem like he didn't want to act. I don't know feelings, Chiharu does. God this is hard.

The dress I was wearing was sent to me by Shoto, red and long. It was off-shoulder with a scalloped trim. He sent heels to match, and I did my simple make-up. I felt pretty.

But not like when I went undercover. This was different, I felt pretty as me, as (Y/N). Not as a prostitute or as a nurse or as a bar singer. It was nice.

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Shoto smoothed out his suit jacket for the fifth time that evening.

"How do I look?" He asked Midoriya.

"You look smart, Shoto. Just go get her." He said, trying to hide his sullenness. His best friend was going out with his crush for the second time. The most they had done together  was solve a crime, and even then Togata and Tamaki were there.

"I'm nervous Midoriya! I have to impress her and my father!" He exclaims, conning his hair once again.

"Ok, Shoto. I'm hanging up now. Go pick her up. Now!" Midoriya exclaims. After hanging up, he stands from his desk chair, sulking to his kitchen.

"Freaking Shoto." He says, getting out a box of yogurt covered raisins. "Freaking (Y/N)." He opens the box, pouring the contents into his mouth. "Freaking feelings." He throws the box into the trash can.

He slumps down at his kitchen table, laying his chin on his folded arms.

"Why do I love them both? Why do I love them both in different ways?"

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I was now walking down the street with Shoto to his fathers limo. I wore a corsage in my wrist, red and blue flowers.

"This is rather fancy for a family dinner." I observe, looking at the inside.

"We only have them once every three months. Usually my siblings are there, but they can't make it tonight. I suppose they purposely made plans for tonight, but regretted that decision when I mentioned I was bringing my girlfriend." He said, following me in. He had said girlfriend so nonchalant, almost like I was his girlfriend.

Shaking my head, I sit properly even in the car, trying to remember the manners my mother had drilled into me. I had mostly shoved those awful memories out with a firewall, but now I was in a car with Shoto, on the way to dinner with his father, trying to break my own seven year old code.

"Are you alright?" He asks me after a while. I nod.

Finally breaking my wall, I select my manner file, bringing it back into my head and sealing the wall up once more. My heart beat speeds up with the rapid influx of information, and I start to breathe heavily.

"(Y/N)! Are you alright? What's going on?" Shoto asks hurriedly, reaching out to me. I slow my breathing, holding out my hand to stop him.

"It's alright, I'm fine. Just had bring back my manner file which I had locked away in my head, causing a huge waterfall of information. It's tiring to say the least." Shoto nods slowly, not fully understanding. The half-assed explanation of my quirk that I gave at the party gave his a vague idea of what had just happened, but he still wasn't sure.

Finally, we arrive.

"My father is very... straight forward about his thoughts. So don't be offended or upset by anything he says." He says, giving me a crash-course on what to expect.

"Alright. Don't be offended. I can do that." I say to myself.

He chuckles, reaching out to ring the door bell of the huge house, taking my hand with the other.

While listening to Shoto, I hadn't really noticed the size and flamboyancy of the house it's self. It was obvious that his father had a blatant disregard for beautiful courtyard outside his home, most likely a woman's touch, or maybe something to waste money or fill his time.

A short chubby woman opens the door, eyes softening at the sight of Shoto.

"Shoto! So good to see you! Come in! Your father is in the foyer." The woman says, stepping aside. Her Japanese wasn't the best and she had a bit of a Spanish accent.

"Thank you Maria." Shoto says, leading me in. He said her name fluently, so she's been working for the Todoroki's a while. I nod in her direction, smiling.

"Gracias eres muy amable." I say. Her face perks and her eyes widen even more.

"Shoto! You picked a smart one!" She walks off, talking to herself about what a smart girl I was.

"I didn't know you knew Spanish." Shoto tells me.

"I speak seven languages," I explain looking down, slightly embarrassed.

"Really?" He leads me in a direction, while I take note of all possible entrances and exits, while profiling the hallway.

"Japanese, Chinese, English, Spanish, German, Russian, and French. I learn languages faster than most due to my quirk, seeing as how I can just copy a language file."

"You get more and more intriguing with every passing minute." He says, looking down at me. I smile up at him.

"Shoto." A deep voice says from in front of us. I turn to see perhaps the biggest man I have ever seen.

Easily six foot four, he towered above Shoto and I. A scar ran down his face, from his hairline to his chin. Teal eyes stared down at us, making me want to shrink back but I don't. I stand my ground, smiling at the man.

"You must be Todoroki's father. A pleasure to meet you sir." I say, holding out my hand.

He looks me up and down, regarding my dress. Finally nodding in approval, he grips my hand. Hard. Classic intimidation tactic, the business shake. Todoroki Enji is out of luck when I squeeze back just as hard, which is hard to do because of his large hands.

Haha! Foolish mortal! I've been giving business shakes since the first year of elementary school! I am a master!

He raises an eyebrow at me in surprise. I return with a smile.

Let the games begin.

Hello! Thank you for reading once again, we are growing with every passing day and it makes me that much more motivated to write.

This chapter didn't turn out how I thought it would, it ended up being more detailed than I thought, and I'm not complaining. This chapter ended up being a chapter for a bit more depth in (Y/N)'s quirk and her profiling job, so if you want more background on those things, let me know! If you ask enough questions I could even do a Q and A chapter if you wanted.

(The Spanish translates to "Thank you, you are a kind woman.")

Over and out.