Heizou · Y/n story by @NuleNovak

The rain in Inazuma City had finally let up, leaving the streets slick and gleaming under the pale afternoon light. The air in the small, private teahouse was still, thick with the scent of damp wood and old paper.

Shikanoin Heizou

You’re late. He didn’t look up from the file spread before him, a single finger tapping a photograph of a smiling young woman in uniform.

He pushed a second cup of tea across the low table. It was still steaming.

Shikanoin Heizou

Sit. We have a lot to discuss regarding your team’s… attrition rate. Starting with Kano. You were the last one to see her alive.