The Poisonous Feather // MHA x DSMP

Whatever he wants

I was listening to the song "Below the surface" but instrumental version and that's how this chapter came to be.
I love it so much, I'm proud of it like like never before and I feel like it is one of the best chapters I have written.
You will either like it or not, maybe even hate me ;)

Enjoy~

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The stack of papers was nothing new to his eyes, yet it always gave him a headache that lingered in the back of his head, annoying him to no end. It was a throbbing pain, needles like digging into his skin and piercing it. But he loved his job, it was something he loved to do every day. Being able to help out heroes or police was always a thrilling experience for him, no matter how many times he has done it in the past.
There was something about closing a case that has been going on for some time that others weren't able to close that made him feel like he won. And the looks he received from the criminals and villains whenever he brought them in for an interrogation or when he managed to find them and lead the heroes to their hideouts.

Tsukauchi has never failed to close a case. In his whole career as a detective, he has never failed to do so, even if the case was extra ordinary or complicated. He always managed to find clues, witnesses, anything that could help him.
He wasn't going to leave this one not closed.

He spent hours analysing, finding clues and evidence, uncovering the truth. Hours without any sleep, maybe even days. Coffee was the only thing that kept him going, even if he still haven't felt any exhaustion. With Eraserhead's consent, he looked through the whole house and around, searching for anything that would appear out of the ordinary.
Tommy's room was mostly clean, nothing seemed to look out of place and nothing caught his attention. His bed was made, clothes neatly folded in the closet, the cat bed laying in the corner with its owner in it, observing him cautiously. Other than the cat, Tsukauchi was alone.

Almost.

The home appeared to be empty at the first glance, Aizawa trusted him enough to allow him inside without anyone watching him.
But if you looked closely, you would be able to see many pairs of pure and empty black eyes watching from the shadows of the house. They haven't moved, haven't made a single noise. They all sat all around the house, following the every move that the detective made. As if they were waiting for him to make one wrong move so they could attack, rip him into pieces and mangle his body to the point where no one would be able to recognize him. That thought caused him to be careful, never stepping out of boundaries and never approaching any of them in case they would feel threatened. He stayed back, struggling to focus on his task with so many eyes watching him.

Four hours into his job, he felt overwhelmed, anxious. He was used to this, he should be. But there was something about those eyes that wasn't normal. Almost as if they knew something they shouldn't..
Even the cat seemed to notice that something was off, because it decided to abandon its warm and fluffy bed in order to get away from so many piercing glares. It left the room in hurry, ignoring the pleading look the detective had on his face and quickly disappeared down the hallway, heading for a place more private.
Tsukauchi would do the same if it wasn't for the fact that he still wasn't nowhere close to closing that case. An attempt on someone's life was a serious matter, especially if it was a kid. A kid he knew had a pretty fucked up past.
Not knowing what else to do, Tsukauchi took it upon himself to do something as he inhaled and exhaled loudly, turning to look up. Near the ceilings, where a special piece of thick rope hung for the birds to sit on, many crows gazed down at him. He put a smile small on but the way it quivered surely gave away his nerves.

"Hello..?" He said quietly, unsure how the crows would react to a sudden conversation.

They didn't do anything, fortunately or not. He sighed in relief, glad that they still haven't decided to attack him or express any aggression.