"Hey there Detective! How's your night going?"

Tsukauchi smiled as he looked up towards the door to his office. Spotting the green-haired boy, he waved him inside and watched as the nine-year-old waddled to the chair.

"It's good to see you again Midoriya! I'm assuming you're here to help with the Ryosie kidnapping case?" He smiled again when the boy nodded.

"Yes, sir! I also heard from the front desk that you hadn't made any progress on the Romi or Ginko cases, is that true? Cause you know I would help you with that in a heartbeat sir!"

Tsukauchi sighed. "You know I don't want you to overwork yourself Midoriya, you're only nine years old, we shouldn't have to rely on your Quirk to find the victims. Plus, I know the backlash you get from using it can be painful."

Izuku scoffed. "You're being a bit hypocritical, Mr. 'I slept three hours in as many days' . And don't worry about the backlash, it doesn't hurt as much as you think it does, I promise!"

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Tsukauchi sighed, knowing that he had already lost this argument and that even if he said no Izuku would just give them the info as an anonymous tip. Which would make it less credible, meaning there would be more paperwork involved. So he nodded.

"Just… can you make sure I don't fall off the chair when I do this, please?" Tsukauchi nodded moving to sit next to the boy who in Tsukauchi's mind, was already a hero to almost a hundred people.

Izuku closed his eyes, and relaxed his body, falling back into Tsukauchi's arms. When his eyes opened a second later, they had small blue lines running sideways, scrolling as if he was reading something.

Izuku seemed to snap back into reality, nodding at the detective. Tsukauchi went over to his computer as Izuku started listing facts.

"Obazu Ryosie is currently being held in a warehouse on the corner of fourth and seventh street, Mei prefecture, in a locked room. The code for the door is 24547. There are three people inside the warehouse.

"First is a man named Hatsu Jakuchu, Quirk: Naptime. It allows him to put anyone he comes into skin contact with to sleep for three0 seconds."

Tsukauchi nodded as he frantically typed this into his computer, he knew that after Izuku obtained this much information at once, he would probably be out of it for a while, so he had one shot at recording everything.

"The second is a woman named Okino Jakuchu, Hatsu's wife, Quirk: Fortification. Allows Okino to reinforce materials to have higher durability, flexibility, melting point, etc. Currently in use on the door to Obazu's room, as well as the chain and handcuffs connecting Obazu to the cell wall."

Tsukauchi continued typing, knowing what a fucking gift Izuku's quirk was. He had never been wrong in the three years he had spent helping the police with cases such as these, so Tsukauchi had no reason to not trust the information.

"The third is Hatsu's brother; Kado Jakuchu. Quirk: Lights Out. Allows him to put anyone in a five-meter radius to him to sleep for seven seconds. Currently armed with a knife and an M1911 handgun, loaded with seven .45 ACP rounds."

Tsukauchi typed in the last of the information, looking over at the boy, concerned, as Izuku slumped over in the chair, leaning on the armrest. He could see the boy's arm twitch as the inevitable headache sprang into the boy's mind.

"You alright there Izuku? I can get Sansa to bring in some medicine if the headache is too bad." Izuku just shook his head. "Please, don't. I wouldn't want to be a hassle for you Detective."

He sighed, helping the boy to his feet. "Fine. Just get home now alright? And don't use your Quirk for the rest of the night OK? I don't want you turning that headache into a migraine."

Izuku just shook his head slowly "I won't!" Tsukauchi's Quirk didn't register a lie, so he nodded to the boy.

"And have fun at school tomorrow!"

"I will!"

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"Hey Deku, you got the answers for today's test for me? These fucking chumps are willing to pay top dollar for this shit, so you better cough 'em up! You know what happens if you don't."

Izuku was shoved up against the school wall, heat radiating from the hand next to his head. He briefly considered fighting back but knew he wasn't ready yet.

Bakugou Katsuki, Izuku's main tormentor. He had seen enough information about psychology using his Quirk to know that trying to keep a friendly relationship with the boy would lead to nothing but pain.

He nodded his head sadly. "Yes Bakugou, I have them right here, just please put me down." He held out the small stack of paper containing both the questions and answers for today's pop quiz.

Bakugou scoffed as he slammed the boy back into the wall again. "And who said you could make any requests, Deku? You fucking stalker creep."

Izuku held in his groans of pain as best he could, utilising a technique he had learned from Shaolin monks memories to fight through the pain as he kept a grimace from his face.

He couldn't help but think that all of his problems at school stemmed from his Quirk. |Human Archive| was an extremely powerful mental Quirk, allowing Izuku to access any thoughts, memories or information ever held in a human's brain.

He could see the daily thoughts of Adolf Hitler as he passed through the concentration camps of World War Two, he could see the thoughts of Albert Einstein as he figured out how to split the atom. And he could see all the memories of this one fanfic writer named Logar3.

He didn't visit that guy's memories very often.

He would have thought that such an ability would have been something that the other kids at school would be excited about, but when it came time to reveal it, he got a very different reaction to what he expected...

"I heard Deku got his Quirk!"

"Yea he totally read my mind this morning! Guessed what number I was thinking and everything!"

"Isn't it kind of creepy though? He can know what you're thinking, if you're lying, or even your secrets!"

"Yea, that's freaky! I bet he uses it to spy on people!"

"Yo Deku! Get your ass over here! You're gonna read my mind and tell everyone what secret I'm thinking of!"

"Are you sure Kachaan? I thought you didn't want anyone knowing that!

"Ha, so the creepy fuck can read minds! That's a villain's Quirk for sure! What good will that do you as a hero Deku? Now fuck off and stay away from me you stalker!"

He sighed as he walked into class, spying Bakugou selling the answers to a kid for around seven hundred yen.

He sat down at his desk and placed his chin on it, waiting for the teacher to arrive. It took him five minutes to get there and started the lesson.

Ten minutes later, he sprung the pop quiz on them, and Izuku could see both Bakugou and the boy who bought the answers off of him smirking.

Izuku went through the quiz, putting the answers to the questions, just enough wrong to make the teacher unaware of his limited Quirk use. He had already memorised all of this information anyway, so he didn't need to use |Human Archive| very much.

He finished up his quiz and handed it to the teacher, before heading back to his desk. The rest of the class was fairly boring, allowing Izuku to analyse a new hero that had debuted today.

As he put the information down in his notebook, he made sure to at least make it look like he was listening to the teacher.

When class ended, he did a quick check to see if Bakugou was going to come after him but could see he was more focused about heading home, as he had a rare All Might figurine coming in the mail today.

Quickly running home, he grabbed the bottle of headache medicine that had become a near-daily part of his diet and made himself a sandwich to go with it.

Swallowing the pill and eating the sandwich, he laid down on his bed and thought about the Ryosie case. He had given the police all the information they needed to rescue the woman, so he had his fingers crossed that everything went smoothly.

Pulling up his covers, he tried to ignore the oncoming migraine. He knew his doctor said that the pain would lessen during his teen years when his brain would start to mature enough to handle the influx of information when he used his Quirk, but he wished it would start earlier.

He whimpered slightly as a larger wave of pain hit him, before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.

"Tsukauchi? How did you get this much info on the kidnappers? The level of detail is insane."

Tsukauchi looked up to the squad of heroes he was briefing, looking over towards the support for the raid, Eraserhead. He smiled at the man.

"From a trusted consultant, their Quirk allows them to gain any info we might need for this mission." He explained, shuffling the paper in his hands around.

A voice from his right, Death Arms, spoke up. "Are you sure this 'consultant' isn't in on all this? Even with most Quirks I've heard of, this sort of thing is usually all guesswork."

Tsukauchi just sighed. He knew that it was hard to believe, hell, when a six-year-old Izuku walked into the police station for the first time asking for him, he had a hard time believing it too, even with his Quirk.

"I can assure you that this consultant is 100% trustworthy, as I have been using the information given to me by this consultant for around three years now, and he has never once led the police force or the heroes astray."

Eraserhead just shrugged. "Whatever. So you want me to cancel out the brothers Quirk's while Kamui Woods secures them, and Death Arms secures the wife and retrieves the victim?"

Tsukauchi nodded. "Exactly. A small force of police officers will be joining you for this mission, so once the criminals have been neutralised, hand them over to them and they will take them away for you."

The heroes gathered nodded, knowing that this was going to be a quick strike. They hopped into the car with Tsukauchi and arrived at the warehouse a few minutes later.

One quick, flawless raid later, and all three of the kidnappers were unconscious in the back of a police van, with Quirk suppressant cuffs on them. Mrs Ryosie had been rescued and was currently being taken to a hospital for treatment.

Tsukauchi was thanking the Sergeant that had just led the police squad into the building for his work when Eraserhead appeared next to him. He dismissed the Sergeant and turned to the tired-looking man.

"What do you need Eraserhead? I've made sure that your name is kept out of the media brief, so you don't need to worry about that." Eraserhead just shook his head.

"Thank you, but that's not what I wanted to say. The information we got was spot on, more accurate than any I've ever seen before about how their Quirks worked, where they were, etc."

Tsukauchi quickly prepared another mental speech about how Izuku, or 'the consultant', could be trusted, but Eraserhead continued. "Have you thought about introducing the consultant to Nezu? I'm sure the rat is aware of your consultant's existence already, and with the analytical abilities he shows, he could be a great asset to heroes all over the place."

Tsukauchi shook his head. "His quirk gives him some really bad headaches when used currently, as his brain hasn't fully developed. I don't want him to overdo things."

Eraserhead's eyebrows shot up. "Brain hasn't fully developed… don't tell me that this consultant of yours is a child detective?"

Tsukauchi mentally smacked himself. That was confidential information, and even though he would trust Eraserhead with his life, he wasn't really allowed to share Izuku's age. But Eraserhead already knew now…

With a sigh, Tsukauchi nodded. "Yea, he's been dropping by the precinct with the information he's gotten using his quirk for about three years now. He's currently nine-years-old."

Eraserhead's eyes bulged for a second in surprise, before he turned around, pulling his phone out. "Excuse me for a moment detective."

Tsukauchi nodded but listened in on Eraserhead's conversation. "Yes, sir. You're going to want to meet this kid. Yep, the consultant's a kid. Yes sir, nine-years-old. You found him already? Of course you did sir. Yes, I'll see you tomorrow."

Eraserhead sighed. "C'mon out detective. That was Nezu. He wants to meet your mystery consultant."

Tsukauchi dragged his hand down his face. "I guess that's not the worst-case scenario. If anyone can figure out how to make him take care of himself properly it's probably Nezu."

He nodded to Eraserhead. "Fine. I'll bring up Nezu the next time I see him-"

"-Just be warned, even Nezu doesn't know what he's getting himself into with this kid."