"Hey good job you two!"

There was a loud round of applause from the small crowd that had formed around Katsuki and Kirishima's joined desks. Shittyhair was eating up the praise, that bastard, but Katsuki was just trying to keep his irritation in check. His stupid therapist's voice was nagging at him in the back of his head to remember his steps.

'Think before you speak, Bakugo.'

His fingers tapped against his desk as the small crowd continued to linger, chatting away like they didn't have a job to do. Katsuki took a calming breath, organizing his thoughts before he opened his mouth like his therapist told him. His voice was tight and irritated, but it wasn't shouting.

"Your idiotic chattering is keeping me from doing my job, so I will… kindly.. ask you to shut your traps and get lost!"

Okay, maybe the last part was a bit higher than normal, but they all scattered, so win, win.

"Come on, man, we're still the newbies. How about not being your prickly self until they get to know us better?" Kiri suggested.

"Or you can let me focus on the autopsy report and stop worrying about making friends so much?" Katsuki said.

"Okay, harsh, but haven't you already looked that report over like a hundred times already? We already caught the guy, so what are you still looking for?" Kiri asked.

If he knew then Katsuki wouldn't still be looking over every detailed piece of the report, it was just off. That's the only way he could describe it. It was something deep in his gut that told him they were missing something, which meant he had to start back at the beginning and comb through every piece of evidence they had.

"You're grumpier than usual, Bakubro. Are you sure this isn't just your perfectionist complex taking over?"

Katsuki brushed him off. This wasn't that this was instinct. He glanced back at the profile picture of the smiling girl who could have been no older than sixteen resting next to her profile image they had taken at the morgue.

Emiko Ito

It was a shame, even Katsuki could admit that much. Emiko got dealt a bad hand in life, with too little time in this world and too much suffering in her last moments. So Katsuki couldn't slack off and just accept the narrative being offered to him.

The autopsy had included the contents in her digestive tract. She had eaten a full meal just hours before she was murdered, but yet she was supposed to have been held captive for three days. Even the list of foods didn't add up with what their perp had confessed to.

Toya Setsuno.

A petty criminal who had only a few minor charges of battery and theft. Katsuki leaned back in his chair completely ignoring Kirishima as snatched the guys mugshots.

Late twenties. Lanky build. The guy was a fellow blonde like Katsuki but unlike his own un-tamable spikes, his was a stringy blond mop of hair that covered half his face. He looked like he could barely throw a punch, much less force their Vic into the back of the car and torture her for three consecutive days.

And the contents of the food was another thing.

"Hey are you ignoring me?" Kiri whines.

Katsuki stood up, which startled Kirishima enough that he almost toppled out of his chair. If he couldn't this nagging feeling go, then there was really only one thing Katsuki could do, so he walked away, Kiri close at his heels as Katsuki stormed into the Captain's office for ready to fight to keep the case open longer.

The older man glanced up at Katsuki, unamused even though he didn't show any outward reaction as he glanced up from the report he was looking over. Shota Aizawa was a bit more laid back than others in his position, with his long black hair that he kept pulled back in a low ponytail, to the permanent stubble that he always had.

Rumpled is the only word that came to mind, the complete opposite of Katsuki's wrinkle free button downs and straight pressed pants. The old hag had celebrated the day Katsuki had discarded his baggy, edgy style for a more modern professional look.

"I'm telling you something isn't right with this case!" Katsuki said.

Katsuki didn't bother with sitting down. He crossed his arms ready to argue for his position. Kiri entered the room, his face apologetic as he smiled at their captain.

"Sorry, sir, he's been like this all day."

Their Captain raises a brow, the deep scar under his right eye twitching. The dark bags under his eyes only made him look more irritated, but that didn't bother Katsuki since he looked the same as he did when he walked into his classroom as a forced guest speaker for gang prevention twelve years ago.

"It's shady as fuck Aizawa, this case isn't stacking up right." Katsuki said again.

"Katsuki, at least be respectful!" Kiri tried to reprimand.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. He's never called Aizawa captain, so he wouldn't start now.

"You're over-thinking this Baku. Toya's prints were all over the gun. He lived around the area of the shed we found her in and, not to mention his confession, checked out. It all points to him being our guy!" Kiri insisted.

When Aizawa glanced from Kirishima back to Katsuki as if waiting to see what his response would be Katski huffed, so he was going to have him play debate with his partner.

So be it then.

"That's exactly why I don't like it. It's all lined up too perfect. Why confess now? We didn't even have him down as a suspect, so its not like he had anything to worry about. The shed was where we found the body, but we already confirmed that they had moved her around a few times. And don't get me started on the gun. He brought us the damn thing." Katsuki argued.

Kirishima shut his mouth with a sharp snap, unable to argue with that. Aizawa's eyes squinted a bit as if calculating Katsuki's words. He puts the report in his hands down, finally giving them his full attention.

"Continue."

Katsuki held back a grin now that he had him and went in on his theory.

"Even before she was murdered, she was tortured by someone who knew what they were doing. Everything was precise. Meticulous. The shot to the back of her head was clean and done from a distance. This screams professional, or someone whose at least experienced."

"Whats your point Katsuki?" Aizawa asked.

"That's my point! How could he be so perfect and yet be so sloppy at the same time? There's no way it was some two bit thug like Toya." Katsuki said.

"That's circumstantial at best, bro, facts are facts." Kirishima interjected.

"Anything else?" Aizawa asked.

There was a tightness in Katsuki's jaw as he did his best to reel in his frustration, which only led to anger and then to yelling. He knew when to pick his battles and if he lost it at Aizawa, he'd lose his chance.

"There's also her autopsy report."

Aizawa's head tilted, listening. That's a good sign.

"During the autopsy, Tsuyu checked her digestive track, and she found that a few hours before our Vic was murdered, she had eaten a full meal. Not just junk food, but a high-class meal with ingredients that there was no way Toya could get without being noticed. So how did he keep the girl for three days and get his hands on a nice quality dinner for her last minute before killing her? It doesn't add up!" Katsuki said.

His voice had raised a few levels, but Aizawa didn't seem bothered, so Katsuki did his best to just pull back now that he had said his peace. Kirishima was gawking at him, his mouth left open at the new piece of evidence. Not that Katsuki was keeping it from him, but he had just needed to make sure if this would be enough and had to get Aizawa's approval.

"I hadn't even thought of checking that." Kiri said.

Katsuki didn't glance back at his partner as he locked eyes with Aizawa in a standoff. The older man looked away first and Katsuki puffed at winning this round. Aizawa sighed, a grin on his face as he considered what Katsuki was presenting.

"This is why we check every scrap of information we can get our hands on in a case no matter how insignificant it may seem." Aizawa said.

Kirishima flinched, rubbing the back of his red spiked head, a tad bit of shame staining his cheeks.

"We're going to keep moving forward with Toya Setsuno for now, fact of the matter is he had the murder weapon and details of her murder, which makes him credible. But! Be that as it may, I'll give you the green light to investigate for now until I confirm with Deputy Chief Sasaki what he thinks." Aizawa said.

Katsuki grinned, uncrossing his arms, and ready to get back to work now that he had Aizawa backing him up.

"I'm warning you now, Katsuki, you still have other cases to work on, so this better not distract you from the rest of your work." Aizawa warned.

Katsuki gave him a Cheshire grin. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Our Mr. Perfect would never dare skirt on his responsibilities, Captain." Kiri joked.

Katsuki followed Kirishima out of the office, but Aizawa called him back one last time before he could close the door. Their Captain was already back to reviewing the report he had been looking over.

"Good work Katsuki."

Katsuki grinned, a spark of giddiness popping in his chest at the praise. Fuck all those extras that gave their fake as congratulations, Aizawa appreciating his genuine work made his day.

He'd cut off his right arm before he'd admit it, but Aizawa was the person he had followed back in the day, awed by someone who had seemed so cool. The man may not look as clean cut as other superiors in the department, but he was every bit the workaholic that Katsuki aspired to be.

"Damn man, way to show me up!" Kiri whined as he fell back into his chair.

"You should have read the autopsy report in full instead of focusing on the cause of death." Katsuki chastised.

Kirishima grinned as he leaned back in his chair. "I'd never take away your favorite part of the job. You can be a bit of an obsessed nerd the way you over-analyze every inch of the case."

Katsuki frowned as he reclined back against his desk to stretch his long legs in front of him. His hand brushed against the badge on his trouser belt out of habit. It wasn't that he enjoyed researching. It gave him a splitting headache and let him ready to flip a table and say fuck it on a good day.

No, the obsessive compulsion didn't come to him naturally like his friends thought. He was a perfectionist, but that was because he wanted to be the best, not because it was some kind of passion.

But with every case, Katski found himself late into the night writing into the stacks of journals that he kept in the corner of his room, a deep ache in his chest and a melancholic nostalgia for someone he didn't deserve to even think about now.

"Devils in the detail." Katsuki muttered.

Kirishima must have picked up on his shift in mood because he stood up stretching his arms up above his head with a mellow smile as he nodded over to the doors.

"How about we take a break?"

"Yeah, sure." Katsuki agreed.

They headed out to the hallway of their precinct and began a quiet path down the corridor. They only made it to the other end of the hall before they ran into two people that Katsuki was not mentally prepared to deal with.

"Kiribro! Bakubro!" Denki yelled.

Sero shook his head, a tight grip at the back of his energetic partner's shirt as he held him back from running towards Katsuki and Kirishima.

"We're on the clock, man control yourself." Sero sighed.

Katsuki stuffed his hands into his pant pocket as he walked over to the two. They had a perp cuffed to the bench as they waited for him to be booked. It didn't look like this was a first time for the guy as he casually sat across from them, his legs stretched out and in the way as he gave them a bored look. His eyes were bloodshot, though, as if he wasn't all there.

"I hear congratulations are in order." Sero said.

Kirishima chuckled embarrassed as he glanced back at Katsuki who didn't bother to respond. Kiri was the social butterfly, not him.

"Yeah, about that. Looks like we're going to continue with the investigation for now."

"What? Did you get the wrong guy or something? I saw it on the news earlier and everything." Denki asked.

Katsuki frowned, he hated how quick the Commissioner had pushed to notify the press about Toya, if it was up to him they would have kept it under wraps until they were sure, but it was like they cared more about pushing the narrative that everything was fine to ease the publics worries than actually working the case.

"Things weren't stacking up so we're just double checking a few things first." Katsuki said.

The perp caught their attention as a weird giggle came from his direction.

"You ain't going to find anything."

It was such a random comment that Katsuki turned to face him, giving the attention he was clearly asking for.

"Just shut up already. You've been Mr. Chatty all day." Denki sighed, his tone fed up with the guy.

The guy was cocky, that much was obvious as Katsuki looked him over. He looked the same as every other wannabe thug on the street. He'd humored him for the moment to see if there was anything worth hearing.

"What do you mean?" Katsuki asked.

Denki and Sero rolled their eyes at the same time.

"The guy hasn't said one useful thing since we picked him up downtown." Sero said.

"Just ignore him." Denki yawned.

The guy looked over at Katsuki smirking, already happy to have someone ready to listen to him.

"You're talking about the murdered girl, right? I saw you on the news earlier today before I was ruuuudely interrupted by these two pigs who came and dragged me out of my home. Completely unlawful, I'll be suing you bastards for emotional damage!"

"Hey, we had a warrant!" Denki yelled.

Denki was taking the insult personally and even Sero looked offended as he flipped the guy off, Kirishima swatted his hand away before anyone could see.

"Cool it Sero, you're the professionals here." Kiri lectured.

Sero huffed, looking away to lean back against the far wall. Kirishima turned back to the guy taking his queue to lead the questions. Kirishima was always better at the interrogation part, his friendly nature making it easy to lower any idiot's guard down until they were spilling their guts.

"I'm sorry about my friends here. What were you going to say about the murder?" Kirishima asked, his fake pleasant smile plastered on his face, though the guy wouldn't know that. Only his friends knew what a real Kiri smile looked like.

The guy leaned in, his voice quick and excited, as if he was telling them some kind of juicy gossip.

"So word on the street is, the girl was marked by AFO himself."

AFO?

The acronym didn't ring any bells for Katsuki and Kiri shared the same confused look so it wasn't just him at least.

"Ridiculous." Sero sighed.

"You heard it before?" Katsuki asked.

Sero shrugged, uninterested by the information.

"We hear the name every so often over in Vice, but we've yet to find any actual evidence that this guy even exists. He's like a myth." Sero said.

It was the perps turned to look offended, his teeth grinding as he glared at Sero and Denki. "The guy's as real as you and me, but he's careful about covering his tracks."

"If he's so careful, how would a nobody like you be so sure about it?" Denki said.

"I know a guy, okay! He worked for him once, still won't speak about it to this day!" The guy argued.

Denki was being a bit of an ass towards the cuffed man, but Katsuki didn't stop him as it seemed to keep the guy talking. Honestly, he wasn't so sure about this AFO guy either. It sounded like a crappy b-rated villain.

"What does AFO even mean?" Kiri asked.

Denki smirked, but he was allowing Sero to be the storyteller this time around.

"It means All for One." Sero explained.

Kirishima snorted and even Katsuki couldn't help but crack a smile at the pure cheesiness. What idiot would think that name would intimidate? He could picture a dramatized bad guy, curled mustache and all.

The perp wasn't laughing, though. "They call him that because he has his hands in everything. Nothing happens in this city without him knowing about it."

Katsuki raised a brow already over the boogie man tale the guy was pushing. So far, nothing was worth hearing like he had hoped.

"What does this guy have to do with my case?" Katsuki asked.

The perp shrugged. "That's just what I heard. The guy's not someone you want to cross. My guess, the poor girl probably pissed him off enough that he sicced his dog on her."

Kirishima frowned at the term. "You mean like a literal dog?"

The guy rolled his eyes at them as if he was dealing with idiots.

"No, The Dog is his right-hand man. If anyone disappears or comes up dead, you can bet your ass it was probably his dog that took them out."

"Officer Kaminari?"

Everyone turned to the receptionist, who they had originally been waiting on for booking. Denki smiled, turning to the older lady from behind the protected glass of their front desk.

"Oh! Mrs. Soul, thanks, we'll go take him in then." Denki said

"Well, guess we're done here." Katsuki said, already turned to head back out as he gave a last wave to dumb and dumber. The two waved back, Denki a bit too overly excited.

"Hey wait! My information was useful, right? How about a deal on my case?" The guy yelled out to Katsuki.

Denki sighed and even Sero palmed his face, exasperated.

"Idiot." Denki said.

Katsuki scoffed, not even bothering to turn back.

"What useful information?" Katsuki said.

"You fucker!"

He paused at the doors, waiting for Kirishima. Sero was busy with their perp telling him to shut it as their perp hollered throwing a tantrum, which made it difficult when they were supposed to be moving him.

Denki looked completely fine with the chaos happening behind him as he chatted with Kirishima, who was apologizing.

"Hey so we still meeting up for drinks this week? We finally got the earlier shift." Denki asked.

"Yeah, we'll be there. Is Jiro coming? Mina has been bugging me to take her out to see you all."

"Sounds like we're having a mini reunion, I'm sure Jiro will want to join." Denki said.

Kiri nodded, saying his goodbyes before jogging over to Katsuki, who was checking his watch to make sure they still had enough time for a last-minute trip. As they headed out, Katsuki made a beeline for their car and Kirishima caught on that it was no longer their break time.

"Where are we going?" Kiri asked.

"I want to talk to Toya one last time before they transport him. It should still be early enough to catch him." Katsuki said.

As they got in, Katsuki did his best to focus on driving the route to the city jail, it was second nature to him with how often he went.

"So you going to bring that girl you were seeing to the mini reunion?" Kirishima asked.

Katsuki groaned, internally already familiar with this line of questioning. He wondered if this was a best friend thing or just a Kirishima thing to be so invested in Katsuki's love life. It was some time after Kiri had tied the knot with Mina that the man had made it his personal mission to push Katsuki into settling down.

"There's no girl to bring." Katsuki said.

"What? What happened to the last one?" Kiri asked.

Katsuki shrugged, not bothered in the slightest by his recent breakup. If you could even call it a breakup, since that usually means actually dating.

"The usual. I'm a workaholic that has no time for her. I'm not putting in enough effort. Blah blah." Katsuki said.

Katsuki didn't really care all that much since they only dated casually most times because the girls had asked him out. He made no promises that it was anything more than an occasional hook up since he had little time for anything else and he wasn't fond of one-night stands. He preferred at least knowing who it was he was sleeping with.

Kirishima said nothing to his comment so Katsuki focused on reaching their destination considering the conversation over with, but the more time passed the more Katsuki felt the burning gaze of his partner staring him down which he tried to ignore at first until halfway through the drive where he finally snapped.

"Just spit it out already!" Katsuki shouted.

He glanced over for a second, noticing the wide eyed, almost serious look Kiri was giving him. It was enough to make him settle down, curious about what the man was going to say.

"Is the reason you haven't found anyone because you're still in love with me?" Kirishima asked.

That was not what he was expecting.

It was enough of a surprise that Katsuki actually turned to look at him this time, which was not the safest thing to do while driving. Something bubbled in his chest and before he could stop himself, a loud laugh broke through and once it was out, it was like he couldn't stop as he tried to breathe through it while keeping his eyes back on the road.

"Fuck Kiri, you are stupider than you look if you think I'd be pining over your dumb ass because of a kiss!" Katsuki laughed.

Sure, Katsuki had thought he had feelings for the redhead back in the day, not that he ever admitted to it. Katsuki wasn't sure how or why he thought he liked Kiri in that way, but because of that confusion, it had made him curious enough to try something as stupid as kissing Kiri during a drunken night in their teens.

He had expected fireworks or flutters in his chest. Hell, Katsuki would have accepted even a tingle, but when their lips had connected, Katsuki had felt nothing of what he was told it should have felt.

So he had buried his short-lived crush with ease because he understood that the comfort and peace his friend gave him didn't need to mean something romantic.

He was just Eijiro Kirishima, the rock that kept Katsuki tethered to reality when things became too much for him.

If he was honest though, Katsuki didn't really see what was the big deal with kissing. It was just two faces pressed up against each other, swapping spit. He almost considered it gross and had yet to feel anything that made it worth doing it as often as people liked to do it.

"I wouldn't blame you if you fell in love with me though, I am an amazing kisser." Kiri teased.

Katsuki chuckled. "More like sloppy. Just be glad Mina was crazy enough to give you the time of day."

Kirishima didn't deny it as he grinned at the thought of his wife. "I'm a lucky man, for sure."

Katsuki knew his partner was just teasing him to lighten the mood, which is why it didn't bother him as much as it would have by anyone else. If it was Denki or any of their other friends, Katsuki would have thrown a fit, but only Kiri could get away with it.

"In all serious though, are you really not interested in a relationship?" Kiri asked.

Katsuki shrugged, unsure how to answer his question. He just had never thought about it too closely.

"It's not that I don't want a relationship. I've just never met a girl worth putting in the effort with." Katsuki said.

Kiri looked thoughtful, since Katsuki had given him an honest answer instead of blowing him off for once.

"What about a guy? You seemed open to the idea in the past?"

"I mean, it's not like I'd be against the idea, but no guy has ever caught my interest enough to even try hooking up, much less date." Katsuki said.

They were quiet a moment, which was good since they were pulling into the parking garage.

"I'm sorry Baku." Kiri said.

Katsuki glanced over at him, confused, as he pulled into the first parking spot he found.

"I set the bar too high for you. After getting a taste of someone as manly as me, no other man can compare." Kiri said solemnly.

Katsuki responded with a hard smack to the back of his head, making Kiri's head shoot forward and almost hit the dashboard of the car.

"Ow! What the hell, man!"

"You mean traumatic. You traumatized me too much to ever try again." Katsuki sighed.

They made their way inside the building and Katsuki settled in to wait in the interrogation room as someone went to fetch Toya.

It took about ten minutes before they brought him in and sat Toya down in front of them. The officer warned they only had a few minutes before they needed to take him for transport. Katsuki nodded, deciding it was plenty of time.

"Guys, to what do I owe the honor of you visit?" Toya asked.

He was casual, his stringy hair the same as his picture, but his smaller frame looked like it was drowning in the orange jumpsuit they had given him. It was clearly two sizes too big for the man.

"Toya, glad you're in such a good mood because we wanted to go over your confession again from the beginning." Katsuki said.

"Whats there to go over? I already told you everything." Toya pushed back.

Katsuki stood up, already moving away from the table so Kiri could take the lead in questioning. He took a chance to look himself over in the two-way mirror they had in the room. Katsuki didn't think anyone was watching, but there was no way for sure.

He checked out his complexion, reminding himself to plan for more sleep after they really closed this case. His red colored eyes were natural but only made his usual glare worst. Thankfully, there were no bags under his eyes. It was surprising since he hadn't been able to keep to his usual sleep schedule during the case, but Katsuki chalked it up to his mother's good genes.

He shifted his gaze over to Toya's reflection as he took the chance to watch his reactions more closely while Kiri questioned him.

"Can you start from the beginning? We just need to make sure we have everything right in our report." Kirishima explained.

"I guess. Like I told you before, I had followed her around for a few days because she was pretty cute and I wanted to give her a try." Toya said.

"Uh huh, and then what?" Kiri asked.

Katsuki adjusted the cuffs of his tailored dress shirt, trying to seem uninterested in Toya's retelling of what happened.

Even better if Toya thought they were just doing a follow up for now. Their guy looked rather relaxed in his chair as he went over the details of stalking Emiko to her home and waiting until he found the perfect time to snatch her up with no witnesses.

"How did you get her into your car again?" Kiri asked. He made a show of pulling out his notepad and pen to write what he was saying.

Toya was eating up the attention as he explained how he had choked her out so she would be easier to handle. He went into the gritty details of using the abandoned shed in the woods they had in their neighborhood. Katsuki was glad he wasn't looking directly at the man, his fists clenching in front of him at the crass way he spoke about his time with her. He was enjoying going into sick details about how he had kept her for three days until she had tried to escape and he had shot her down behind the shed.

It all matched up with his previous confession, but it was all off. Every detail was almost identical to how he told them the first time they interrogated him, as if he had it memorized word for word.

"Did she ever complain about being hungry? What did you feed her?" Katsuki asked.

The guy looked startled, as if unprepared to be asked something like that. Katsuki turned to face him, a smirk stretched on his face as he stared down at the man.

Toya was hesitating.

"It's a simple question. Or did you already forget something as simple as whether or not you fed her?" Katsuki said.

Toya shifted in his chair, not looking up at him, but focused on the surface of the gray metallic table between them. It was the first time he didn't make eye contact with either of them.

"I didn't feed her, didn't have time."

Katsuki's smirk widened even further.

"You sure about that?"

The guy must have realized something wasn't right with his answer, because his face twisted into an angry scowl as he glared up at Katsuki.

"What's your deal!? You already have everything you need to prove it was me."

"Why are you getting so defensive?" Katsuki goaded.

Kirishima put a hand out towards Katsuki to stop him from going further as he smiled towards Toya apologetic.

"I'm sorry about my partner here. He's a bit of a prickly one. We're just following procedure, making sure we have everything we need for the trial." Kiri said.

Toya slouched back in his chair, irritated. He was mumbling something under his breath, but it was hard to make out any words. The familiar habit of muttering brought the image of a head of green curls, but Katsuki shook the thought away because this wasn't the time or place.

Katsuki leaned closer to listen intently for anything he could make out.

"Just leave it be." Toya mumbled.

"Why?" Katsuki asked.

Toya eyed him for a moment, but then turned away, refusing to say anything.

Katsuki changed tactics remembering what the guy from earlier had said and since they weren't getting anywhere, he threw it out to see how Toya reacted to the name.

"Do you know anyone that goes by the name AFO?" Katsuki asked.

The man flinched before trying to cover it up, but it was enough for Katsuki to catch it. He shifted his eyes to Kirishima who made eye contact confirming he noticed the same thing.

"It was a name I heard recently before coming here, supposedly it means All for One." Katsuki said.

The table was vibrating from Toya's legs, shaking under the table as he chewed on his lower lip. His eyes shifted to the door as if ready to bolt.

"Do you know anything about this person, Toya?" Kiri asked. He tried the softer approach, keeping his tone light.

"If you think it will help, you can tell us anything. Even if you think its insignificant, it may benefit you in the trial," Kiri offered.

"No! I have to go to prison!" Toya shouted, his eyes wide, pupils fully dilated as he looked at them.

Katsuki's brows furrowed, not expecting Toya to react this strongly to the name.

"Answer our question and I'll keep it off the record." Katsuki said.

The man shifted his head, shaking. Real or not, this AFO guy was enough to spook Toya. This was all the confirmation Katsuki needed that there was more going on with this case, or that he was at least headed in the right direction.

Toya leaned over the table, his voice a loud whisper, so Katsuki and Kiri had to move closer to hear him.

"If you know what's good for you, then you'll do your job like a good cop and stop digging. Just accept the win and never say that man's name out loud again." Toya warned.

Katsuki stood back up, eying the flustered man with a calculated stare. He could see this guy wasn't playing. He really meant what he said.

"And if we don't stop?" Katsuki asked.

Before Toya could say anything, someone opening the door interrupted them. "Sorry to interrupt Detectives, but Toya's transportation is here."

Their suspect stood up without a word of protest and headed towards the door before stopping at the entrance to glance back at Katsuki one last time.

"If you don't, then you're both as good as dead."