Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia. I only own my OCs and my story plots.

Lapis Lazuli

Chapter 1:

Trouble

In a dark alleyway some turns off the main neighbourhood street, sounds of a fistfight reigned, with obnoxious clanging of metal pipes and baseball bats whizzing through the air as company. War cries, incoherent yelling, pained grunts and curses echoed off the grey walls of high-rise buildings. Then, rapid footsteps were heard.

"Freeze! This is the police!"

The only answer the duo— who was on patrol duty— got were incoherent groans coming from high schoolers curled up in various forms of fetal positions, scattered here and there in the dark rubbish-filled narrow space. The uniformed officers advanced warily, safety locks on their guns unlocked and on standby. A lone, lithe figure stood in the middle of the carnage, relatively unscathed.

"Hands up! Do not resist!"

With one white-knuckled grip on the collar of a trembling female student— whose nose had seen better days— and the other bloody fist raised, having only stopped when the word "freeze" resounded. Now this is what they call caught red-handed.

"Fuck." I muttered underneath my breath.

...

A steady 'thump' of shoes hitting the floor signalled the arrival of the officer long before he even came in, the door screeching on its hinges just a bit as it swung open and he stepped into the night-shift room, expressionless.

"Tsukuda Rumi." His familiar voiced droned, one hand on the metallic door to keep it from closing. I immediately grabbed my school bag and brushed past him, head ducked low. The policeman merely gave the room a mandatory once over before closing the door shut behind him, strides long to catch up to me before keeping pace.

Yamamoto Tamotsu, thirty-six and working as law enforcer for at least the past decade walked me out of the police station. Giving his peers that passes by a semi friendly-professional tip of his head along the way, while I bumped fists with a few of them before they continue on their merry way. I stopped counting exactly how many times he has to bail me out these past five years. Hell, I know every single local police working here by now with the amount of times I've been caught. I know for a fact they had started a snacks-only betting pool on when I would be back again, supported by the evident snickers and muffled groans of despair in the break room.

I kept my gaze straight ahead when I passed an interrogation room with a one-way glass window, the two policemen standing outside holding onto a few clipboards and comparing the papers with little frowns marring their faces. Inside, sat a couple of the bruised and bloody high schoolers from earlier, sulking in their seats and recovering from a fright. Looks like everyone has hopped onto the bandwagon.

Joy.

He was silent all the way from when we got in his car, pulled out from the parking lot and onto the street, and then proceeding to drive off. I looked out the window from my shotgun seat, bored, as the police station became a small speck in the distance and disappearing completely after a turn. It was only when we stopped at the second traffic light when he finally opened his mouth to say something.

"Picking fights again?" Yamamoto-san queried archly in an attempt to diffuse the tense atmosphere as he urged the car back in motion, being given the green light.

I turned to stare at him earnestly, would have liked to gaze right into his soul if only he wasn't so intent on keeping his eyes on the road. Prime example of a horrible driver right there. I replied in a monotone voice. "I don't pick fights, I end them."

He sighs in both parts exasperation and amusement. "I know, but this cannot keep up, kiddo."

I did not grace that with an answer and merely turned to look back out the window. After a couple seconds, I realised we are not taking the usual road back to my home, in fact, we're headed uptown. Snapping my head back to him with a scowl, fight or flight instinct activated, moving car be damned, I demanded. "Where are you taking me?"

"Actually..." He smiled sheepishly under my frigid glare. "Your father wanted to see you."

The frown was instantly wiped off my face and I leaned back into my seat, watching the buildings roll past. Understanding settling within me, I let out a long-suffering sigh.

...

"All right, here we are."

I eyed the skyscraper dubiously as he pulled the car into the parking lot, or more precisely, the parking lot of the one and only Might Tower. I have an inkling whatever this is ain't going to be good. I was lead down a clean, spacious hallway, people giving us a wide berth when they saw the distinctive police uniform. I was then ushered into a lift and then towards a door on one of the upper floors with a sign labelled 'meeting room' hanging over it.

Yamamoto-san went ahead to place three rapid knocks and before I could even manage to utter a word, I was promptly shoved in the now opened door. With a grin and small tip of his officer cap, he whispered. "Good luck."

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I can feel the chilly air-condition breeze seep into my high school uniform alongside the judge-y eyes zeroing in on me. My expression went full on default-blank face mode, blinking rapidly to determine if my eyes are screwing with me as I took in the fairly large meeting room filled to the brim with earnest and solemn faces.

Professional heroes are decked out in their hero attires, some wearing causal clothes. Scanning my surroundings, I took stock of the simple wall at the very end for presentation of slides, the windows on one side showcasing a majestic view of the cityscape down below. My attention was mostly on two rather large mountain of a man, one with striking blonde hair sitting at the very end of the table, and the other a fiery redhead.

'Number one and two is here.'

Another glance to the opposite direction, I barely withheld a cringe as narrow steel grey eyes met mine.

'Chichi-ue.'

...

Well.

Someone is in deep shit.

Author's note:

Plot bunny turned short story, been wanting to post something for Boku no Hero Academia. Expect this to be around 5 chapters long~ Enjoy! X3

~kirakira_bluemoon