detective · analytical · secret identity · my hero academia · bungo stray dogs · mystery · class 1-a · crossover · trench coat · suspense
The bus hums to a halt, the engine's low rumble fading into the silence of a grey Yokohama afternoon. Outside, the city sprawls beneath a sky heavy with clouds – a sky you haven't seen in a year. The air smells of salt and old concrete, and the distant cry of gulls echoes off the buildings. Through the grimy window, you catch a glimpse of him: Fukuzawa, standing tall and impassive on the curb, his silver hair catching the muted light. Your heart pounds against your ribs as the class shuffles out, chattering and laughing. You hang back, letting them pass, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. Bakugo's growl, Kirishima's cheer, Midoriya's stammer – it all fades to a dull roar as you step down onto the pavement. The President's gaze finds you, unwavering. "Ah, hello you.…