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Today I'm bringing Chapter 3! It might a short one, and kind of an extra chapter with no real influence on the story, but don't worry, it was created for exactly that one purpose.
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Chapter 3: Just an Ordinary Day
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Police work wasn't just about patrolling—it also involved a ton of paperwork.
And today, Izuku was experiencing that firsthand. End-of-week paperwork... Time flew by when you loved your job, despite the few disadvantages that came with it.
Yes, the memory of that charred kid still haunted him. Unfortunately, Japan didn't have many psychologists. He'd get through it regardless, just as he had when he was at Aldera.
Thinking about that place sent shivers down his spine as he revisited those dark memories. It had been a terrible school. If a case ever fell on that establishment, the greenette would take great pleasure in bringing it down.
But for now, he had to deal with the most mundane paperwork imaginable: filling out reports based on documents he'd received, completing missing information, or forwarding them to more specialized departments.
Izuku worked both on paper and on his computer, which was already covered with sticky notes reminding him of things to do. It was crazy how quickly tasks piled up.
"Ah, there you are, Midoriya!", someone exclaimed.
It was Osaki, and the greenette looked up at him.
"Hey, Shihi.", Izuku replied, offering a friendly smile.
The raven-haired officer leaned against his desk, a cup of coffee in hand, and said.
"I can't stay long; I'm on watch duty for the detainees. Do you have the documents for Baiko Ogawa?"
Izuku understood perfectly, and it wasn't an issue for him. The name, however, sounded familiar. He rolled his chair back and started looking through the priority detainee files he'd received and filled out.
Baiko… Baiko… Ah, there it was.
He pulled out the relevant file, opened it, and quickly skimmed through it to ensure he hadn't made a mistake.
Baiko Ogawa, 42 years old, arrested for unauthorized Quirk use and endangering civilians after leaving a bar. Seriously, people… They didn't know the meaning of 'drink responsibly'.
"Got it. Here.", he said, handing the file to his friend, who took it and stood up.
"I'll see you at the 4 PM break. Miyabe and Wakai should be back from their intervention by then."
Izuku nodded, and Osaki left. The green-haired man turned his attention back to the file he'd been working on. Where was he again?
Ah, yes. A robbery complaint that had been resolved. He just needed to stamp it… right… here.
Done. It could be filed under minor cases.
What was next?
He grabbed another document and studied it carefully.
The file included a photo of a man with a round face, brown hair, black eyes, and coarse features, with a large scar running from his upper lip past his eye and disappearing into his hair—a classic and almost stereotypical 'bad guy' look.
The name was written in capital letters: TENCHO ISAWOI. But what made Izuku grimace was a handwritten note scrawled in the corner of the file, written in shaky handwriting:
"My son, you son of a bitch, serves you right. Burn in the deepest pit of hell."
Izuku forced himself to ignore it. It was a painful part of the job, but one he had to accept. Easier said than done.
Opening the file, he read through the details:
Tencho Isawoi, 42 years old. No known friends, no known family. Last known address: 81 Kishikowa Street. Had a medical history of uncontrollable rage episodes and psychotic breakdowns.
His Quirk was an Emitter type, named 'Surge', which allowed him to release powerful electrical charges with a lightning-like dispersal effect. Unfortunately, it was a well-known pattern—many electrical Quirk users ended up frying their own brain cells, making them dangerously erratic and prone to criminal behavior.
It was unfortunate… but it was reality.
The man had killed several people during his fits of rage, dealt drugs, and committed even darker, more disgusting crimes. Grimacing at the increasingly vile nature of the crimes, Izuku flipped the page.
Ah, here it was. Found burned in his bathroom with third-degree burns, a large hole in the wall, and covered in lacerations. The accompanying image showed it all too clearly.
Yet another vigilante taking justice into their own hands, now walking the streets with 'homicide' on their back. Honestly, Izuku didn't blame them; it was true that sometimes the system took too long and that prison was often too lenient for what these people deserved. But it was the law, and they had to abide by it.
Izuku grabbed a sheet of paper, jotted down the key points, signed off on the verification, and reluctantly classified the case as 'Ongoing Investigation'. The bastard didn't deserve justice, in his personal opinion.
Standing up, he headed to the water dispenser on the side of the room for a drink. It was kind of hot in here.
Noticing the lack of plastic cups, the green-haired man sighed and opened the storage room door nearby. Stepping inside, he scanned the shelves for the boxes of cups.
Ah, there.
Grabbing the box with both hands, he pushed the door open with his foot and restocked the dispenser. Deciding it was better to leave the box there since it didn't take up much space, Izuku placed it neatly against the wall, on the ground.
He filled a cup, returned to his desk, and drank. It felt refreshing.
Settling back into his chair, he picked up a new file…
Just as he was about to open it, an alert sounded, and a sergeant approached him, followed by two other officers.
"Midoriya, you're on assignment. Let's go."
The greenette officer looked up and nodded. What was going on? Standing up from his chair, he followed the other three to the armory, where they equipped themselves lightly: caps, bulletproof vests, holsters, knee and elbow pads.
The sergeant briefed them on the situation.
"There's a hostage situation at a convenience store on 12 Sakiota Street. A man armed with a pistol, presumably a desperate guy just trying to get a roof over his head. However, he's posing a significant public danger. The hostages include a family—the father, mother, and their child—as well as the store's clerk. Our mission is to hold the entrance and attempt negotiations until a hero arrives to handle the situation. Understood?"
Izuku adjusted his cap and replied in unison with the others.
"Yes, Sergeant."
"Alright, let's go.", said the man, turning on his heels and leading the team toward the parking lot. The four of them got into a vehicle and left the precinct, sirens wailing their melody.
"Intervention team en route to 12 Sakiota Street. Do you copy?", asked the sergeant into her radio, which crackled and hissed before a response came through.
"We copy. Keep us updated on any potential complications once you're on site."
"Understood.", replied the sergeant.
Izuku settled into the back seat, arms crossed, as their car sped well above the speed limit, with other vehicles pulling aside to clear their path. At every turn, the car's tires screeched against the pavement, leaving marks on the road behind them. There was no time to waste...
Five minutes later, when they arrived, they quickly disembarked, the two other officers working to push back overly curious civilians filming the scene.
Izuku and the sergeant cautiously approached the entrance, without any intention of going inside just yet.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, aimed at the ground, the bullet landing two meters in front of their feet.
"TAKE ANOTHER STEP, AND I'LL BLOW THE KID'S BRAINS OUT!", shouted a voice from inside, stopping the duo in their tracks.
"Sir, we're going to ask you to put down your weapon and surrender peacefully. You're outnumbered, and heroes will be here soon." the sergeant called back as he motioned behind him for someone to call the command center.
In the central aisle of the convenience store, a man appeared. He was dressed in rags, his face swollen from both bruises and what looked like a disease (possibly pox, though Izuku wasn't a doctor and couldn't say for sure). He held an old pistol that should probably belong in a pre-Quirk era museum, pressing its barrel against the temple of a young boy—eight years old at most.
"YOU THINK YOU COPS CAN GET ME THAT EASILY?"
The man gestured with the gun, and for a few seconds, Izuku found himself staring directly into its barrel, a chill running down his spine. His emerald eyes never left the man's every movement...
Because each movement was aggressive and could lead to a gunshot—intentional or not.
"LISTEN, ALL I NEED IS SOME FOOD. SO HERE'S WHAT I'M GONNA PROPOSE, YOU IDIOTS."
As the man continued to rant, Izuku's radio crackled to life.
"Your reinforcements have arrived."
The green-haired officer turned his head slightly, looking to the right, then to the left... but he saw nothing. Where were the reinforcements?
Suddenly, the air shimmered to his right, and a shape moved discreetly past him. Ah, there. The blurry figure approached a wall and began scaling it, slipping through the entrance via the ceiling. Izuku slowly followed the person's progress with his eyes, just above the villain's head.
"HEY! DID YOU HEAR ME?!", yelled the man, pressing the gun even harder against the boy's temple.
Izuku hadn't followed what the man was saying but quickly refocused his full attention on him...
Just as the invisible figure dropped down behind the man. The air rippled again, and colors began to faintly appear.
A tongue shot out, wrapping around the man's waist and hoisting him upward. He slammed into the ceiling with a cry of surprise, hitting his head hard enough to knock him out but not enough to crack his skull.
The man collapsed forward.
Izuku and the sergeant rushed in, and the young man quickly cuffed him.
Meanwhile, the sergeant went over to thank the heroine who was comforting the boy's family after the traumatic episode.
"Thank you for your help, pro-heroine Froppy. I don't know what we would've done without you."
Izuku's eyes shot up at the name. Huh, a name he'd heard before... from the Sentinel 1-A team. They really seemed to be everywhere... the green-haired officer mused. Well, it wasn't surprising. Being relatively new, they were probably doing what many rookies did—establishing a reputation by responding to as many incidents as possible before settling into a steadier work pace. He might not be a hero, but the process was the same every time a new hero started in the job.
That was probably why their name could be heard a lot.
Giving the man two slaps to wake him, which worked as the man groggily looked around, Izuku hauled him to his feet to escort him out of the store just as the heroine responded. He didn't hear her reply.
Outside, the man was forced to lie on the ground to prevent any escape attempt while one of the officers called for a van to take him to the police station's cells.
The crowd, ever curious, had their phones out filming. Honestly, there wasn't much to record for social media, but the general public's focus was always on three things: fashion, heroes, and likes.
Unfortunate, but that was reality. And it wasn't something they could change...
The van arrived a few minutes later, dispersing the crowd, to pick up the man. Two officers loaded him into the back, and the van drove off to deliver its cargo to a cell.
Izuku and his colleagues stayed on the scene a little longer to gather testimonies from victims and witnesses and to check if the man had left any 'surprises' behind. Everyone still remembered the low blows Humarise pulled in their terrorist campaigns before they were stopped and disbanded...
Finding nothing and having gathered the necessary statements, they handed the scene over to some rescue teams, who had also been notified but arrived late due to heavy traffic. Isolating the place would be done as soon as investigations team would come
Back in the car, as they were leaving, the sergeant said.
"I'll handle the paperwork, don't worry."
Everyone sighed in relief. Izuku really didn't feel like adding another report to the mountain of paperwork he already had to deal with.
"Thanks, Sarge. We're already drowning in paperwork...", one of the other officers groaned.
"Yeah, no kidding.", the other added with a chuckle.
Izuku allowed himself a small smile and turned his gaze outside, resting his hands on his vest for a more comfortable position.
Alright, he'd finish his paperwork and head home.
Blackhound560: Hope you enjoyed this small chapter! But before you go, I shall bring some words from my co-author of this story! Just a small greeting, nothing too much!
Nebula: Hi! I'm Nebula! This is my first solo chapter, but I've been here from the start as a co-author, so I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3. See you soon for the next part! ;)
Blackhound560: Yeah... So... That was it... Chapter 4 is already done, but I will actually wait for tomorrow (at least in our timezone) to post it, have a great day/morning/night!