(Naomasa)
Tsukauchi frowned as he looked over the report sitting on his desk. The contents were absurd, a vigilante wearing a plastic bag over their head, of all things, had apparently saved someone from a potential assault. At first glance, it seemed like a joke. He even briefly entertained the thought that some prankster might've written it up. But now, here he was, seated across from the victim in question, trying to piece together what really happened.
He leaned back in his chair (very comfortable) and readied his clipboard and pen, the soft click of the pen breaking the silence. "Let's start with the incident report. Could you tell me what happened?" he asked, his tone professional but gentle. He'd handled enough of these cases to know how sensitive they could be, but there was something off about this one. she seamed . . . different (gen z be like)
The girl, maybe in her late teens didn't seem nervous, traumatized, or even a little shaken in the way he was used to seeing in cases involving assault. Instead, she looked... annoyed? like it was a inconvenience? That wasn't a common reaction at all, that was not a reaction he has even seen before. But he kept his questions to himself for now. . . for now
"lets, start with what was written in the incident report. could you tell me what happened?" he suggested and the victim complied with a nod "so, i was going to get a coke from the nearby by 7'11, but for some stupid reason i decided to take a short cut." she took a pause, as if she was cursing her self out. (yeah, why would you go through a creepy alleyway in the middle of the night, she asked for it) I took note of this, it was quite. . . odd.
"That's when it happened," she continued, her eyes narrowing at the memory. "Out of nowhere, some guy with a knife quirk grabbed me from behind, pressed the blade to my neck, and told me to strip. So, I-i did." She grimaced, it was clear that she did not like the idea of reliving that moment again, but continued anyway
"I undressed my self slowly, latching onto the hope that a hero would come before it happened if i did it slower. . . " she stopped, her expression darkened, then she spoke again, but this time. anger seeped through her voice "what came was not any normal 'hero'" the woman gritted out and looked away with an angered expression, clenched fist and all. obviously not happy to be remembering that memory. but what confused Naomasa was. why was she angry with the vigilante?
"What happened after that? You don't need to share every detail if you're uncomfortable," he said, his voice measured and professional, a rehearsed tone of empathy.
The woman exhaled sharply, her annoyance rising again. "It's fine, i can continue." she took a few deep breaths and continued "when I was just about to lower my pants, he showed up." She grit her teeth, and Tsukauchi could tell this part of the story really got under her skin. "The so called 'hero,' if you can even call him that, more like a fucking ass hole" she spat.
Tsukauchi brow quirked up at that "This would be… that vigilante with the bag on his head that was described in the report?" he asked while tapping his pen, and the girl Nodded "yes, he had a fucking plastic bag over his head. the really fucking cheap ones you get at like convenience store."
Tsukauchi nodded his head, his quirk didn't go off meaning, that so far. all of this was true. this has got to be the strangest case he has ever gotten. ". . . ok, you may continue the story."
Tsukauchi Naomasa frowned as he glanced at the incident report in front of him, detailing a bizarre case involving a possible new vigilante. He had handled strange cases before, but this one seemed like something straight out of a dark comedy. The part that stood out most—aside from the actual assault—was the description of the vigilante: a guy wearing a plastic bag over his head. Is this some kind of joke? he thought.
But now, sitting across from him was the victim herself, looking more annoyed than shaken. That reaction alone was unusual, especially for someone who had been through an attempted assault. He didn't question it just yet, though. He needed the facts.
"Let's start with the incident report," Tsukauchi said, settling into his chair and clicking his pen. "Could you tell me what happened?"
The woman sighed, her irritation clear as she shifted uncomfortably. "So, I was heading to the convenience store, the 7-Eleven nearby. Decided to take a shortcut, which… yeah, was stupid," she muttered, more to herself than to him. "Anyway, out of nowhere, this guy with a knife quirk grabs me from behind, puts his hand to my neck, and tells me to strip."
Tsukauchi's pen hovered over his clipboard. Her tone was oddly nonchalant for someone describing an attack. He glanced up, observing her closely, but stayed silent. She paused, grimacing before continuing.
"I didn't want to get stabbed, so… I started taking my clothes off. But slowly. I was hoping a hero would show up, you know?" Her voice wavered slightly, though it seemed more from frustration than fear. She stopped, her jaw tightening as she looked away, fists clenched. "But what came wasn't exactly your typical 'hero.'" Her voice dropped with clear disdain.
Tsukauchi leaned in slightly, noting her anger. He couldn't help but be curious about why she seemed to resent the vigilante more than the thug who attacked her.
"What happened after that? You don't need to share every detail if you're uncomfortable," he said, his voice measured and professional, a rehearsed tone of empathy.
The woman exhaled sharply, her annoyance rising again. "Right. So, when I was just about to lower my pants, he showed up." She grit her teeth, and Tsukauchi could tell this part of the story really got under her skin. "The 'hero,' if you can even call him that," she spat.
Tsukauchi arched a brow. "This would be… the vigilante with the bag on his head?" he asked, still wrapping his mind around the absurdity of the situation. Vigilantes weren't new to him, but this one seemed like a particularly unhinged case.
"anyway, he quickly and easily dealt with the guy, and caved his skull in. " she flinched at the memory "half his head was destroyed, but at the time i did not care. i was relieved and happy that 'yes, a hero' yet that instantly shattered the second he spoke to me. fucking ass hole"
"What did he say?" Tsukauchi asked carefully, pen still at the ready.
"He said, 'Nice tits.'" Her face instantly turned into one of disgust and anger. "Like Who does that? I was still half-naked and this guy just acts like it's some kind of joke!"
Tsukauchi's brow furrowed. What kind of vigilante makes such a disgusting remark?
"I yelled at him, obviously," she continued, still fuming. "Asked him what kind of hero he was. And do you know what he said? 'I'm just a guy with a pipe.' Like it was nothing! He wasn't trying to save me because he cared—he just wanted to beat someone up!"
Naomasa's pen scratched across the paper as he noted her words. "And then?"
"Then he started threatening me. Like, he straight up says, 'I feel like smashing a woman's head in now,' like I was next on his list. I thought for sure I was done for, that he was just some psycho who got a kick out of playing hero." Her hands trembled slightly at the memory, though her voice stayed strong. "He kept walking towards me, holding that mother fucking pipe"
"So what happened next?" he pressed, his voice steady but carrying a hint of concern.
She shook her head, still looking exasperated. "He raised the pipe like he was really gonna hit me, i closed my eyes. . . But, nothing happened. I opened my eyes, and he was just standing there, laughing. Like it was all some stupid joke. He said he was 'trolling me' and just walked off! Like saving me—and then terrifying me—was all part of his plan?!?!?!" she screamed out now standing, she looked down at Tsukauchi before laying back down onto the chair. breathing heavily. makes sense as she ranted for some time.
Tsukauchi was silent processing the information, and when that finished he asked "Did he leave after that?"
She snorted. "Not at all. The fucker came back, poked his stupid dumb head around the corner, and told me I should put some clothes on. Like he was a fucking child" Her face flushed with irritation. "And then he disappeared again. is that all detective, can i go now?" she said, now down with talking about the vigilante
Tsukauchi leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. He had encountered many types of vigilantes before, some well-meaning, some reckless, some suicidal, some just out for blood, but this! this was something different. Someone who helped, but in a way that left the victim feeling more humiliated and confused than safe. just for the sake of his own amusement
Tsukauchi scribbled down the last of his notes, then looked up at her. "yes, that is all. Thank you for your cooperation. We'll do our best to handle this."
"finally, i am done with this fucking shit" she stood up and left the room, Tsukauchi could here the faint mutterers of her complaining but that was not what was on Tsukauchi's mind. his quirk did not go off once, during that entire exchange. which means that, Tsukauchi now has another case he will probably have to do. "after i finally got finished with that other case." he stretched his limbs "hopefully i wont need as much overtime as the last case"
it's a good thing that carrier bag man will never show up again, but another pipe wielding guy vigilante will be coming onto the scene. and this one . . . will be a shit storm of a vigilante compared to others. Tsukauchi would not be getting his full 8 hours of sleep in these next 4 months.
A/N i may have gotten carried away with this one, i wanted to do like 500 at most. yet i did 1800. so, more reading for you i guess. i just really like Tsukauchi. and him suffering