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Shouta glanced at his phone as it buzzed and sighed, turning to address the rest of the room. "I have to go; we finally nailed down a negotiation we've been trying for." He technically shouldn't be telling them that but it was relatively low-stakes and they deserved an explanation since he was ditching them halfway through Girls' (+ Dadzawa) Night. Besides, he'd warned Tsukauchi that explanations would be given when the detective had told him he'd be called in when they got it regardless of the timing.
"But you promised!" Tooru exclaimed, and while Shouta usually had to rely on her posture and tone to read her, the face mask made it very clear she was pouting. "We haven't even started the movies yet!"
"I know, I'm sorry," he acknowledged, ruffling her hair as he stood. "If everything goes well I should be back in a couple of hours.
"We'll hold you to that," Kyouka grinned. "We'll even start with the cheesiest movies so they're out of your way."
"I appreciate it," he said with a dry huff of amusement, moving for his room to put on his jumpsuit. It was only a few minutes before he was headed back out the door, leaving the girls with a, "Be back soon," and pats on the head. He was confident in leaving them without a warning to behave; it was obvious to anyone who knew them that his girls held most of the class brain cells.
*
"Ah, there you are Eraser Head," Tsukauchi said, drawing Hizashi's attention as Shouta arrived.
"Don't give me that," he muttered. "You warned me I might me called for this at any time and I warned you that meant I'd have to take time getting here."
Hizashi swallowed, only half registering the exchange. His husband looked amazing. His hair was already wavy, but the locks left to frame his face had gorgeous shine and flow while the rest was pulled back into a loose braid, twisted up and held in place with a hair stick. The facial hair he usually only dealt with "just enough" was trimmed so that it was flattering instead of scruffy, and his eyebags were far less prominent than usual; actually, his whole face was brightened and clear. He grimaced; the op had clearly interrupted Girls' Night and he was not looking forward to the passive-aggressive revenge facing everyone involved until their penance was deemed paid; those girls were definitely Shou's.
*
"All weapons and support items must be left at the door," Tsukauchi said as the four of them walked up to the negotiation site. "Those were their terms."
"Make sure they take good care of her," Hizashi said, taking off his directional speaker and setting it carefully in the bin.
"That hunk o' metal will be fine," Snipe drawled, double-checking the safety on his gun before handing it over. "Now, my beauty is-" He was cut off when Hizashi elbowed him and sighed as he realized his attempt at distraction hadn't worked, reaching under his poncho to relinquish the pair of pistols he kept holstered at his back.
"The sooner you stop dragging your feet, the sooner we can get this over with," Shouta reminded them as he tugged off his goggles and unfastened his tanto knife from his belt. Tsukauchi raised an eyebrow at him and he rolled his eyes, starting to empty out his belt pouches.
"Just give me the whole thing," he sighed, the Underground Hero doing so as he said it, "and the caltrops. And the stun grenades," another couple of pockets were emptied out, "and the smoke pellets," a handful were pulled from a hidden zipper, "and the five daggers and seven throwing knives you know I know about."
"There," Shouta said, placing the last blade on top of the pile. "I don't suppose you want the cat treats too?"
"No," the detective said with a wry grin, "I think it's safe to keep those for the strays."
"Great," he said, moving to stride past Tsukauchi, "now let's go."
He cleared his throat. "Your capture weapon."
"Hm? Oh. No, you wouldn't take a man's scarf? It's cold out." The detective's lips twitched before he nodded and stepped aside for them.
"Ah, wait a second," Hizashi interrupted and reached for his husband's head, pulling out the hair stick from the twist his daughters ("Female students, Hizashi, I'm not their father." "Whatever you say, Dadzawa.") had done for him and handing it to the detective, revealing the far-sharper-than-normal point.
"Careful with that," he snapped, "Yaoyorozu made it for me."
"Awww," Hizashi cooed, admiring the elegant onyx cat that topped it, "really? Is that why it's so pointy?"
"Yes," Shouta grumbled. "The girls said I'd never know when I'd need to stab someone."
"Oh, they know you so well!" He swooned, only exaggerating slightly, watching as he pushed his now-loose hair back before following Tsukauchi inside. Had he mentioned that his nails were done?