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A Case for Daichi

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

a/n: sorry for the delay, but i’m in the midst of finals week! i’m so close to being done i can almost taste it. without further ado, here’s the next chapter for you all!

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THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR

You hadn’t considered any of the victim’s family to come in so soon. The file mentioned his family remained in his hometown in the Miyagi Prefecture, so you had assumed that you would have a bit more time before encountering any of them directly. Still, you were somewhat eager to hear what Hinata’s sister had to say about him, and why she would ask for Daichi by name.

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A Case for Daichi

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

series masterlist. next part. mdni statement.

THE EVIDENCE NOT SEEN:

Sawamura practically dragged you to the patrol car the moment your screen lit up. There was no denying that he was itching to see the footage in order to confirm his suspicions that Hinata had, in fact, not committed suicide, but you were apprehensive, not wanting to have to witness as he discovered the truth of what had actually occurred last night.

The apartment complex was quick to comply as you both arrived on-scene, likely wanting to be rid of the supporters and fans that still lingered outside the complex who were still leaving flowers and notes on the sidewalk for the deceased athlete. Had it really only been hours since you both were here the first time? Even though the sun was already showing signs of setting, you were positive that it felt like a short lifetime ago. How long had this day really been?

“What about the camera we saw inside the apartment. Can you pull up that footage as well?” you asked the complex’s security officer.

She shook her head, “That camera has never been fully set up. There are a handful of cameras like this one throughout the building that are still under maintenance.”

Sawamura sighed, “The camera outside the apartment will suffice.”

The security guard nodded, swiftly pulling up last night’s footage from the camera in the hallway. She sped through it, pausing only when there was movement on the screen. The footage showed two individuals entering and leaving the apartment. The first was obviously Hinata, his orange hair bouncing in and out of frame as he left for and returned from volleyball practice at the MSBY Jackals gym nearby, which you both had confirmed while sorting through two hours worth of paperwork earlier. The second was an individual you were even less familiar with. He had brown hair and a taller build. You didn’t get a glimpse of his face at first, but when he looked up, you identified matching caramel-colored eyes and a grin that reminded you more of a model than a fellow athlete, which you assumed him to be, given his defined muscles even in CCTV footage.

“Stop the footage,” Sawamura demanded. You were going to ask for a digital copy that you could take down to the station to analyze, deciding that this was not the place to do so, but his request caught you off guard.

You looked at the man on the screen once more before turning to look at your partner, whose face looked as if he had seen a ghost. “Do you know him?” you asked, quickly getting out your notepad and pen.

It took him a moment to reply, the shock taking over for a moment, “Yeah, but it’s been years since I last saw him.” He turned to look at you, his eyes glassy like they had been earlier at the crime scene, “That is none other than Oikawa Tooru, star setter for San Juan Volleyball Club in Argentina.”

…

After obtaining the footage via flash drive, the two of you returned to the station, eager to review the footage once more. You were unsure how to convince him that this Oikawa character was not the culprit, as the captain would tell you to reason. Officer Sawamura was clinging to this case for dear life, similarly gripping to the flash drive in his hand as if it were one of the stress balls that sat on your desk for when a case got too overwhelming, or the devil incarnate sitting next to you happened to push a nerve just a little too hard. If you were honest, you were afraid he would accidentally crush the poor device in his hand.

“So, what can you tell me about Oikawa?” you asked the officer, hoping to find something that you could use to plant seedlings of doubt within your partner. You felt guilty as you asked, wishing that you could outright tell him instead of playing this game of cat and mouse where the answers were hiding right in front of his face.

He cleared his throat, but frowned somewhat at the man’s name, “He was one of our rivals in the high school circuit, known for being the best setter in the entire Miyagi Prefecture. He’s proud and bold, but he’s calculating, turning the tide of the game with nothing more than a few words spoken and a few serves thrown. Outside the court, I can’t say I really knew him, but Hinata mentioned spending some time in Brazil where the two of them met to play beach volleyball on occasion.” His eyebrows furrowed as he continued, almost mumbling the next sentences under his breath, “Oikawa should be our main suspect. They have history, rivaling teams, and we have the bastard on camera as the last individual to enter Hinata’s apartment. It has to be him.” He tried to sound reasonable, but as he finished, he must have noticed how foolish, just how desperate he sounded, “I’m sorry. I guess I must be under more stress to solve this case than I thought. I shouldn’t be so quick to assume, but who else could it be?”

You hummed, lost in thought as you sought out the right words to say in this situation. On one hand, you could admit to this being a lost cause, the case a simple case of suicide that he was too emotional to accept. On the other, you could let him chase this fantasy culprit and let him burn out, realizing the truth was in front of him the whole time. He whole-heartedly believed that Hinata Shoyo was incapable of such action, but you knew better. Looking at his lifestyle, that of a star-athlete, you found it entirely plausible he truly did take his own life, but to your dismay, the reasons for doing so were still beyond your comprehension. With that in mind, you made your choice, “I still think we are missing the full picture here. Perhaps we could speak with him to make sense of this situation.”

Sawamura nodded, a spark igniting within his eyes as he held a hand to his chin, clearly lost in thought, “That could work, but the problem is getting him here for questioning. If Oikawa went to see Hinata, it was likely because he was getting ready to leave back for Argentina. If we can catch him while he’s still in the country, we won’t even have to bring him here. He should remember me from high school and consider it a friendly meeting. That way it’s unlikely he’d even realize the intentions of our careful questioning.”

Immediately, you realized that you had made a big mistake, glossing over such an important detail. Oikawa Tooru was an Argentine, not a Japanese citizen anymore. If push came to shove, there’s no guarantee that you could bring him in, much less question him directly. Sawamura had seemed to recognize this fact, but now you were going to pay the price for not recalling that information sooner. If you brought in a non-Japanese citizen into the station, there would be hell to pay, bureaucracy to mediate between and mountains of paperwork to file, not to mention the utter shit the captain would give you for such an action. That would all have to come before you could so much as ask the man his own damn name. Never had you felt so foolish in your whole life.

“Wait.”

Sawamura paused as he reached for his coat, “What?”

You weren’t sure where it was coming from, but the guilt of letting him continue like this was eating away at you. He needed to know the truth. He needed time to process it. You sighed, “We’re not going to solve this case with Oikawa.”

His eyes narrowed at you, “What do you mean?”

You were hesitant, knowing the captain had told you not to tell him, but also aware that the officer in front of you was starting to grow manic the longer this case went on. Would telling him outright put an end to it? Would it help him find peace if he knew the truth? Would telling him make him think you were simply giving up? You shook your head, “We need to be absolutely certain he was the only individual in or out of that building or we risk this entire case, not to mention that we have a missing officer who just might be the key to cracking this case once and for all.” You couldn’t tell him, not yet. There were too many coincidences to reconcile, ones that needed to be solved before you decided on your first suspect.

Sawamura’s head dipped down, “Right, because he’s not a citizen of Japan anymore.”

“Exactly,” you replied.

He set the coat down, returning to the seat next to your cubicle, “So what do we do, now? We can’t just wait for him to leave the country without at least asking him why he visited Hinata.”

Only after he rested his head on his palm did you get a good look at the bags under his eyes that were becoming increasingly evident after the day’s events. He was exhausted, but he refused to admit it because the case at hand occupied the highest priority in his mind. He was determined, something you couldn’t help but admire in him. You reached a hand out to pat his chesnut hair, “We rest. You are practically on the verge of collapse, officer. If you want to crack this case, I need you rested and ready for whatever comes next, understood?”

Sawamura yawned finally revealing how tired he truly was, “Daichi. Call me Daichi.”

You hummed, “Alright then, Daichi, lay your head down for just a bit, and I’ll continue to scan over the facts of the case. I’ll wake you if I find anything, alright?”

Daichi didn’t reply, his head already laying on the edge of your desk, passed out. The sight brought a soft smile to your face as you turned back to the papers laying out on your desk. He wasn’t so bad when he was tired, you concluded. If only he could always be so sleepy, maybe then you wouldn’t have to remain rivals. Perhaps then you could be something more.

While Daichi slept soundly, you attempted to connect what dots you had. The evidence you had was absolute: a pill bottle and picture in the victim’s hands when he died that lacked a trace of all fingerprints, including his own; two testaments of neighbors who claimed that Hinata was a kind, spritely neighbor who had once helped the elderly couple to his left with groceries and denied hearing or seeing anything out of ordinary the night of the athlete’s death; the witness of a police officer that didn’t exist; and CCTV video that showed Oikawa Tooru leaving the apartment around the time toxicologists suggested Hinata would have taken the medication found in his hand. However, that wasn’t the only evidence you had. There was always the evidence not seen.

Your first lead was Daichi, as he had been since you encountered his tear-stained face that morning. You felt guilty, admitting it like this, but who were you to deny your instincts, which had immediately alerted you that he was closer to the case than you were aware of. Fortunately, he had cleared himself as the day went on, opening up to you as he explained his relationship to Hinata with you. Since then, you were mulling over the imaginary officer you had interviewed that morning. She had seemed overly upset as well, but because you were suspicious of Daichi already, you had glossed over that fact, assuming they were a rookie by default. How foolish of you. You should have noticed that they wer-

“Detective, there’s a woman in the lobby here to see your partner. Do you know where he-oh,” the receptionist paused as she saw Daichi’s now-drooling self asleep on your desk. She was quick to backtrack, “I-uh-I’ll tell her it’ll be a few minutes.”

“No, no,” you stopped her, “I can wake him if I need to, trust me.”

You reached to shake him, but the receptionist shook her head, “No need. She asked for him by name, but she also asked to speak to the detective on the Hinata case. I don’t think it would hurt for her to speak with you alone. You can let him rest, and I’ll wake him when you two are finished.”

You took a last glance at Daichi’s figure, watching his chest rise and fall as he snored very lightly. With a soft smile in his direction, you turned back to the receptionist, silently following after her in order to let your partner have a moment of peace before yet another storm broke loose.

Sleep well, Daichi.

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a/n: i was so excited to post this chapter! sleepy daichi = sweet daichi. who do you think the visitor will turn out to be???

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A CASE FOR DAICHI

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

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THE IMAGINARY OFFICER:

When you pulled into the central station of Tokyo’s police department, you were met by a rather frazzled Officer Sawamura, but his face fell into a frown as he spotted you, “Are you sure that you got the right name? I mean, I know you can be a little clueless, but-”

“I’m sure,” you replied curtly, not wanting to argue in front of the station, “She was wearing one of our uniforms with a badge that read Kozu.”

He sighed, “Yeah, well, she doesn’t exist. We’ve searched the database at least three times, and nothing has come up that matches your description.” He led you inside, “ Here, come look at these results. Maybe you can identify them.”

After giving the receptionist the details, you looked at the monitor of female officers that certainly were not Officer Kozu. Had you messed up the details? Had you misspelled their name or gotten the details switched around? No, you were confident that you had been correct, so where was your imaginary officer? You laid your head on the desk, tired from non-stop thinking all day. The poor receptionist promised to keep tring combinations until they found a match, but her voice carried a sense of uncertainty, one that had already started to creep up into your thoughts.

Sawamura thanked the girl before pulling you outside, “Hey, you seem off. What’s gotten into you?”

So he noticed. If you were honest, you hadn’t really had time to let it sink in that this case was really only a formality and not a real case that needed solving. It was still a shock to you, but you had made a promise. The man before you didn’t know, and he never could.

“Sorry,” you replied, “I’m just frustrated with the case. We’re waiting on that warrant, and my only witness is somehow imaginary. So yeah, I’m a little off.”

He narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think it’s the case.” Internally, you were panicking, hoping he hadn’t caught on so quickly. If he had, then you might as well turn in your badge and give your job to him. He had to have insane intuition or perhaps he was a mind-reader or- “You haven’t eaten anything today, have you?”

“What?” You couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out your utter surprise. Had he been paying attention to your eating habits? He wasn’t wrong, but still. It was completely uncharacteristic of him to ask so suddenly.

He must have noticed your surprise because he frowned, “Look, it’s not like I’ve been watching you, but everyone gets frustrated when they’re hungry, and I assumed you hadn’t because like you, I haven’t either.”

Oh, you thought. However, what surprised you the most was the way your heart seemed to sink the slightest bit at his denial at noticing something about you. Why did you care if he did or not? He’s just a bully. He was probably looking for a way to use it against you. That had to be it. You shrugged in response, “Well, not everyone thinks with their stomach like you, but you might have a point there.”

“Ha, for once you’ve got a comeback witty enough to rival my own. It only took you what, a year or so?” he smirked.

You stuck out your tongue like a child, “Shut up, Sawaumura.”

Together, you walked to his patrol car, driving off to find something to eat while you waited on the warrant to clear on the cameras.

…

“So, you mentioned you played volleyball. I never would have guessed it from looking at you,” you said before taking a bite of the deli sandwich you had gotten from a local deli near your precinct.

He shrugged, “Most people think I could have done better in another sport, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.” He finished chewing before continuing, “I had one helluva team, and we even made it to the national level my third year, but Hinata got ill during a match and we struggled to adapt without him. Guess we grew too dependent on the little fella.” For the first time, you saw him smile, genuine and true as he talked fondly of his high school volleyball club and of Hinata. How had you never seen him smile like that before? You quickly shoved those thoughts away. It was because he was usually less enjoyable to be around than this. This was rare, and only because of the circumstances. That’s all.

“What about you?” he asked, “Did you play any sports in high school?”

You nodded, holding up a finger until you finished your bite, “Yeah, I bounced between sports, but I never found one that really stuck. I wasn’t exactly a star athlete, more like the mediocre one who could fill a position if needed, but I was never a real starter.” He looked at you expectantly, almost as if he wanted you to continue, but you were sure you were simply overthinking again. You continued nevertheless, “I was more into extracurriculars that involved academics. Back in high school, I was going to be a lawyer, go to law school, and put criminals behind bars. I never quite got there, but I guess I still get to do part of that job.” You chuckled, thinking about how you had once believed you were going to be a big shot, but had fallen so far when you burned out of college after your first semester of pre-law, switching to criminal justice just until you could find a new career suitable for you and your ever-expectant family. Still, you wouldn’t have changed it even if you could have. You hadn’t known then that you’d end up falling in love with being a detective.

Sawamura hummed in reply, “I don’t think a lawyer job would suit you.”

You raised an eyebrow, “And why not, Mr. Officer?”

He shrugged as he finished off his sandwich, “If you struggle thinking on an empty stomach, I can’t imagine you trying to defend a client on one. Besides, I wouldn’t get to mess with you as much.”

You rolled your eyes at his comments, “Ha ha, but this was your idea too, so don’t let it go to your head. As for messing with me less, maybe I really should go back into law. I’d be free from the relentless torture.”

Sawamura was silent, not having anything else to comment after your response. Was he really torturing you? He didn’t think so. It was just his teasing nature. Well, after a long moment in thought, he started to realize otherwise, but how else was he supposed to get your attention? If he wasn’t constantly teasing you, you ignored him, avoiding him as if he were the next plague or something. He wasn’t sure, but is was if you had placed a mark on him when you joined the precinct as someone to avoid at all costs. He pushed away the thought as your phone lit up with the message you both had been oh so patiently awaiting.

Warrant has been approved, cameras only. Good luck, detective.

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a/n: sorry for the delay, but i needed to tweak a couple details to fit the next portion of the storyline! what do you think they’ll find with the warrant?

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A Case for Daichi

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

series masterlist. next part. mdni statement.

THE STATION:

Over the past two hours, you had learned two things. One was that both the photograph and the pill bottle were clean of prints. Two was that Daichi Sawamura simply could not sit still to save his life. Every two minutes, he’d find something to do, whether that was simply walking the length of the desks where you currently sat or incessantly tapping a pen, pencil, or ruler that he found lying in the neighboring detective’s coffee mug they used to store utensils in when not in use. By now, you found yourself starting to lose any patience you had tried to muster for his own sake. You had promised yourself not to mouth off at him for the remainder of the day, but you also found yourself swearing that if he tapped that ruler one more goddamn time, you would find a way to make his death appear to be a suicide.

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A Case for Daichi

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

a/n: shorter chapter today, but the next one’s a bit of a doozy and needed to be divided. hope you enjoy piecing together this case along with daichi! -shaye

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THE DETAILS:

You pinched the bridge of your nose, frustrated with the news, or rather the lack of it, “So it came up negative? Nothing?”

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A Case For Daichi

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion. MDNI.

a/n: now that we have our victim, i want to hear your thoughts. any predictions? any at all? no? alright then, read on. i’d love to hear your reactions and thoughts going forward. who knows? maybe i might put them in this story!

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THE CRIME SCENE

Sawamura offered to drive to the crime scene, not taking no for an answer as he led you to his patrol car awaiting outside. Since then, he hadn’t said as much as a word, being uncharacteristically silent for the length of the ride. Your mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that he could have some personal connection to the victim, but you quickly discarded the thought. The captain wouldn’t have put him on the case if that were so. Personal matters were supposed to be kept separate, right? Perhaps whatever he had taken the call about earlier was to blame for his change in character. You were positive come tomorrow morning, if not by this afternoon, he’d be back to his usual antics and incessant teasing nature.

The car stopped outside an apartment complex where another patrol car was already stationed. While Sawamura looked for somewhere to park, you got out of the car, immediately scanning the area for the first officer on the scene. If the last case taught you anything, it was that no one person held all the answers, but the first officer on scene always had the most intel to go off of. When you had located the familiar blue uniform from across the street, you were met with an officer who looked like she’d seen a ghost. Reading her badge, you called out to her, “Officer Kozu, are you alright?”

She flinched at the sound of her name at first, but she then nodded in reply, “I’m alright, detective. It’s never fun having to encounter a dead body. Doesn’t ever really seem to get easier.” Her lithe frame shuddered as she spoke, likely going through the effects of shock. She kept her hat pulled down, clutching it as if it were tethering her to reality. You wanted to comfort the poor girl, likely a rookie who hadn’t experienced much death in her lifetime, but before you could do that, you needed every piece of information she could give you.

You reached out to pat her forearm supportively, “Hey, no one ever really gets used to it. Not in this business.” Then, you pulled out a hand-held tape recorder and began the investigation, questioning both her as the first responder on the scene, the paramedic on sight, and the neighbors on either side of Hinata’s apartment, who had come outside after the second patrol car had rolled up with you and Sawamura.

Only after you had wrapped up the questioning did Sawamura join you once again at the scene. Had he been in the car this whole time? Surely it didn’t take that long to park. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed it out of mind. You couldn’t afford to think about his slothfulness at the moment, simply glad he was here so that you could enter the crime scene on the third floor. While the apartment had been taped off and the body of Hinata had already been removed, there was tape placed on the floor where Hinata’s neighbor had found him lying unresponsive in the floor. Luckily for you, it wasn’t a gorey crime scene, unlike some you had encountered during your time as a detective, but if anything, it made this case so much harder. Next to where the body had been found was an open bottle of painkillers, with a decent amount of pills missing from its contents. On the other side of the tape was a photograph and a note left by the forensic team that it had been found in his right hand, but Sawamura picked it up before you got a chance to look at its contents.

While he examined the picture, you started to jot down a couple notes. So far, everything here was shaping up to look like a case of suicide, so why had the captain stressed this to be such an important case? It didn’t seem to add up. Not to mention, there was still the question of why. Why would a star athlete like Hinata throw his life away like this? Sure, it wasn’t unheard of for athletes to become depressed and seek out ways to escape their lifestyle, but there were always tracks left behind to lead them to the reason. Did he have a lover? Family in the area? An enemy or rival teammate? You could spend all night tracking down each of these possible cold leads if you weren’t careful. You would have to narrow down each of these options later in the office.

You paused your note-taking as you glanced to Sawamura. The glassy look from the station had made a reappearance as your partner looked at the photograph, tracing a finger along the slick surface. That was another thing. He had been rather emotional over the past couple hours, and while you knew he was not exactly trying to mask it, you couldn’t help but wonder if was in connection to this case, even after trying to push away the possibility. You started to write your working theory in your notebook when Sawamura gently laid the photo back down, asking if there were any fingerprints lifted from the photograph or the door. You halted your note-taking once again. Fingerprints! Why hadn’t you thought of that?

Calling over the forensic specialist, who still happened to be on scene, you had them check the surrounding area for fingerprints or any trace of DNA that could either rule this case to be a homicide or assisted suicide. In these cases, it was important to label them correctly the first time. If not, the homicide charges would disappear, and the case would be sealed off tight. No one would blame you for simply writing it off as so, in fact, it’d save the police department time, resources, and unwanted attention and publicity from the watchful eyes of the public, but if evidence were to come to light years later, convenience would be your downfall, especially since it involved the death of Japan’s star athlete.

The forensic team quickly ushered both you and Sawamura outside the apartment while they did a blacklight sweep of the apartment, giving you the chance to look out the window of the hallway for the first time since arriving. Below, a crowd was already beginning to gather, some of them holding up signs with Hinata’s face or what you assumed to be his jersey number. Others looked solemn, laying flowers and handwritten cards down on the sidewalk in front of the complex. “Hinata must have really meant something to all of these people. I can’t say I’ve ever seen such support for a celebrity’s death in years,” you thought aloud, not really talking to anyone in particular.

Beside you, Sawamura shifted to lean on the wall, “Yeah, he sure did.”

Although you knew it wasn’t your place to pry, especially not when the crime scene was just mere feet away, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “You knew him. Didn’t you?”

He nodded, “Yeah, we went to high school together. He was part of my school’s volleyball team.”

You hung your head, feeling guilty both for asking as well as for selfishly judging his uncharacteristic actions so far, “I’m sorry. I-”

He glared down at you once again, “I don’t want your pity. Let’s just wrap up this case quickly, for Shoyo.” He then stormed off down the hall, likely going out to the nearby balcony to get some fresh air.

You could have kicked yourself for being so cruel to the officer. While it was true that you were constantly at each other’s throats, it was clear that this case was taking a toll on your partner, if you would call him that. Still, you were torn as to whether or not to go after him, both not wanting to face his wrath if you offended him and feeling obligated to do so since you would be working together for however long it took to wrap up this case. Just as you started to walk towards the balcony, the door behind you opened, revealing the forensic team, done with the blacklight sweep. You spared a glance to Sawamura, who leaned on the rail with his head in his hands. As much as grief hurt to go through, you quickly concluded that you were not equipped to help him, especially not now that you’d pushed him too far with your observation and question. Comfort wasn’t your job, neither was it your strongest suit. Right now, your job was justice, both for Shoyo, and as much as you hated to admit it, for Officer Daichi Sawamura.

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A Case For Daichi

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

a/n: this story is heavy on mature elements, so it is marked as MDNI. any minors/ageless bios that interact will be blocked. consider this your final warning.

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THE CASE:

BREAKING NEWS: Olympic athlete and professional volleyball player Hinata Shoyo has been found dead this morning in his Tokyo apartment just days before the start of the season!

The television across the room was too loud for you as you attempted to concentrate, pouring over the pages of your current case file. You were relieved to be able to wrap this case up so quickly. Still, the trial had been tougher than you had expected to be as both yourself and the paramedic who had been the first to arrive on the scene were called to the stand, not a common occurrence for a detective, and likely not for the paramedic, who you recalled to seem visibly anxious about having to take the stand for saving the now convicted criminal’s life. Either way, there were just a few items to clear up before you could put this case behind you for good, and in your opinion, it was taking far too long.

As you jotted down a few closing remarks, your phone began to ring incessantly, the vibrations from the device on the kitchen table distracting you from the task at hand. What now? You picked it up, swiping the screen to answer the call, “Hello?”

“Detective, we need you to come down to the station immediately,” the voice of the precinct captain on the other side of the line sounded urgent, borderline desperate. Your case was so close to being complete, what could have possibly gone wrong at this stage? You mulled it over for a long moment, almost forgetting to reply until the voice spoke again, “y/n, are you there?”

You shook your head to push away the thoughts swirling around in your mind, “Uh, yes. Sorry, sir. I’ll be right down. See you in 15.”

The man was quick to reply, “Make it 10, detective.” Then, the line went dead. So it was going to be one of those days. As you quickly changed into your button-up and black slacks, securely pinning your badge to your belt before pulling on a long black coat, you spared a sparing glance to the television, noticing a shift in headlines from the loss of the beloved ginger-haired volleyball player to news about a new study about a new drug undergoing clinical trials to help regain muscle mass for those with muscular dystrophy before turning it off. You found it laughable how easily news anchors were able to switch between headlines so quickly and efficiently, especially after something that seemed so heart-breaking to the nation as a whole. Sometimes you weren’t sure why you even listened to the news anymore. You could find more accurate and reliable information from Twitter on the daily.

On the drive to the station, you found the screens of Tokyo plastering the deceased athlete’s face seemingly everywhere. Now, you weren’t completely oblivious to the heart-warming story of a rural-town boy who had learned to overcome his stature and play in the big leagues, but it all seemed excessive and to be frank, overrated. Athletes were admirable, but they were prioritized and praised too much in your opinion. They were people, capable of the same downfalls and mistakes as everyone else.

It took all of 15 minutes to reach the station after hitting almost every red light on your route. The precinct captain was outside to meet you, immediately ushering you into his office to discuss the situation at hand. “Sir, what exactly are we dealing with? Did the Ichikawa case finalize? Do you have a new case for me?”

He chuckled at your sense of urgency. It was admirable, but still amusing to the older man, “Slow down, detective. The case has been finalized, so you can rest easy about that.” He glanced down at the folder lying on his desk before his fell once more, matching the expression he held when he had met you outside the station. He was silent, eerily so.

“Captain?” You gently pulled him from his thoughts.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing, “Detective l/n, you’ve proven to have a gift for detective work, and while I personally think it might be too big of a step for you to take this early in your career, you have been assigned a new case, one that I will forewarn you will require substantially more work than any case you have worked to date. Do you think you are up to that challenge?”

You suppressed the urge to grin. This was your chance to prove yourself. After moving to Tokyo, you had been given moderate to simple cases, solving them with ease. Well, maybe that was too prideful of you to boast, but you had been denied every chance at one of the larger cases, watching them be given off to those with more seniority, which you could understand to an extent. This was the opportunity you had been waiting for, falling right into your lap. What kind of case was it? Double homicide? Drug op? Could it be a-

Without warning, the door opened behind you, closing with a soft click as another voice joined the conversation, “Sorry I’m late, captain. I had to take an important call.”

You knew that voice. You didn’t have to even think twice about it. Immediately, your expression fell, struggling to keep its composure as the officer who had made it his personal mission to make your career here a living hell walked into the captain’s office. Only after the captain looked to you expectantly to acknowledge the newcomer did you turn to your left, only to find yourself face to face with the one officer you have had the most displeasure working with, Officer Daichi Sawamura. However, you were surprised to find that his face was red, eyes somewhat puffy. Had he been crying? Instantly, you shook the thought from your mind. You didn’t want to delve into it. If he was crying, that was his own problem, not yours.

The captain nodded to Officer Sawamura, “It’s quite alright, officer. You’ve had a long day. Unfortunately, it is about to get longer for the both of you.” For the first time, Sawamura acknowledged your presence, giving you a pointed look that you could read instantly, almost hearing his teasing voice asking what you’d royally fucked up now to be in here with the captain. You glared back, hoping he got the hint that it wasn’t anything you had done. Your silent conversation didn’t go unnoticed by the captain as he looked between the two of you, but he ultimately ignored it, continuing on with the file before him, “y/n, because this case is of utmost importance, and because you are testing the waters of such a large project, I am assigning Officer Sawamura to be your partner for this case.”

“No.” No. That couldn’t be right. It was a mistake. It had to be, right? He wouldn’t in his right mind put the both of us together on my big chance, you thought.

“Is something wrong, detective?” You tried to keep a straight face, shaking your head to the captain’s question before looking down at the floor. You knew better than to question the captain, but to your surprise, Sawamura did not.

“Sir, I mean no disrespect, but I don’t believe this is the right call here. We hardly get along here in the station. Out in the field is different-”

“Are you quite finished, officer?” the captain interrupted him, making it known there would be no negotiating on this. He quickly shut his mouth, nodding and resuming a stiff stance. The captain handed the folder to you, “Treat this case with respect. Tokyo will have their eyes on you two. That is all. Dismissed.”

Both of you swiftly left the office, standing outside the door for a moment, neither of you acknowledging what had just occurred in the office. After a small eternity, Sawamura glared down at you, “Look, I have no intention of interfering with this case, but working with you is going to be virtually impossible. So let’s agree to get this case over with as quickly as possible and go back to our positions as professionals.”

You smirked, “Well said, officer. We have a deal.” You were glad he wasn’t planning on dragging this out. Your cases often required an element of finesse that simple patrol officers didn’t have. Nothing against them, but there was a reason they were in patrol cars and you were provided a cubicle and a little sense of freedom to roam. Where they were the brawn, detectives were the brains, or at least that’s how you had come to understand it, even if it was rather one-sided. That’s all Sawamura was on this case, brawn.

Looking down at the file, you took a deep breath. Now it was time to see what kind of case you had just taken on. You opened the folder, instantly freezing as you saw the familiar picture of a particular red-haired athlete you had seen plastered on every screen in Tokyo just this morning. Officer Sawamura visibly tensed beside you, his facial features visibly falling as he whispered the victim’s name aloud, “Hinata Shoyo.”

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synopsis: In which Officer Daichi Sawamura is your biggest rival at the precinct, but with Tokyo’s case of a century, the two of you must come together in order to catch the cold-blooded killer.

(Officer!Daichi Sawamura x Detective!Reader) (enemies to lovers)

series masterlist:

THE CASE: (3/28/22)

THE CRIME SCENE: (3/30/22) accidentally posted early

THE DETAILS: (4/4/22)

THE STATION: (4/8/22)

THE IMAGINARY OFFICER (4/11/22)

THE EVIDENCE NOT SEEN (4/15/22)

THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR (4/24)

TBA CHAPTER (4/28)

this series is a work of fiction where all characters are post timeskip. you will find mature language and heavy references to heavy adult themes, so it will be MDNI. any content warnings will be marked for each chapter.

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pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

a/n: sorry for the delay, but i’m in the midst of finals week! i’m so close to being done i can almost taste it. without further ado, here’s the next chapter for you all!

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THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR

You hadn’t considered any of the victim’s family to come in so soon. The file mentioned his family remained in his hometown in the Miyagi Prefecture, so you had assumed that you would have a bit more time before encountering any of them directly. Still, you were somewhat eager to hear what Hinata’s sister had to say about him, and why she would ask for Daichi by name.

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠.

𝑇𝑊- 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒

When tomorrow starts without me

The sun was at its highest point in the sky, its rays beating down on all of their bodies as they toiled through the city of Trost. It had been two days of complete hell for all of the survivors of the Battle of Trost. The newspapers and higher ups had called it a victory, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it had been worth it.

“Any sign of any of them?” you asked softly as Jean fell into step beside you. He hung his head. And you understood immediately.

“I’m sorry, ___. They fought bravely, just as you did.”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. This was no place to mourn. That would have to wait until later.

“I should have been with them, maybe then they would still be alive,” you reasoned, still desperate to convince yourself this was all some nightmare you could wake up from.

“Or you would be dead,” Jean muttered,” and we need you now more than ever.”

His hand was a comforting weight on your shoulder, and it grounded you to the present. You had a job to do, but first you needed to find him. Slipping out from under his grasp, you began walking towards the edge of the city, desperate to find Marco.

And I’m not there to see

The two of you were silent as you swiftly weaved through the chaos-stricken streets, careful to avoid any still burning piles or falling debris from the remaining fragments of the surrounding buildings. The air was thick with dust and smoke, and the further they walked, the worse it seemed to get. Each new corner brought the slightest notion of something like hope, and you were desperately praying to find him gently offering a hand to those around him as he always did, but everytime you were met with the disappointment of his absence. .

“____, I don’t think he is here anymore. He’s probably waiting for us back with the others.” You could hear the waver in Jean’s voice, as he tried to convince the both of you that Marco was alright. Perhaps there was merit in wishful thinking, in lying to yourself and your comrades, but Jean had always been a bad liar.

“One more block, I feel like he’s here,” you argued. Jean nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts far from the rubble of the battlefield. No exchange was made as the two of you turned the final corner. You inhaled sharply as your eyes swept over the street in front of you. It was littered with debri and fire, but it was the bodies scattered across the street that caught your attention.

From their appearances, some had faced harsher deaths than others. Some were mangled, and you could only imagine their horrific final moments, however, others had what looked like gunshot wounds, not titan-inflicted wounds. They had undoubtedly buckled under the pressure, and had taken their own lives.

A quick scan over the bodies closest to you allowed you to exhale in selfish relief. Marco Bodt was not among the dead.

If the sun should rise and find your eyes are filled tears for me

You turned to voice your thoughts to Jean, but he was no longer at your side. His boots scuffed along the loose rocks of the damaged road as he rambled to himself, examining each of the bodies. You assumed he was paying his respects to some, something you had forgotten to do in your frantic haze of searching for Marco.

Jean abruptly stopped in front of a lying figure, seeming to analyze his hands before looking down at the body laying at his feet. He stood still longer than he had for the other corpses and you felt your heart beat faster in your chest. What was staring out? Did he recognize him? You consciously held your breath as you slowly approached him, praying that Jean was simply lost in thought again.

The closer you got, the stronger the urge was to run.

“Jean?” He gave no response, and you could not say for sure if he had heard. “Jean,” you called out again. You reached out a hand to his shoulder but stopped short when you noticed how his body was trembling. His breaths had grown rapid and shallow, and you followed his gaze.

The both of you had stood there staring at the body for what had felt like eternity. You couldn’t seem to truly process the sight before you.

“Is…is that…Marco?” You choked at Jean’s question, but you both knew the answer.

The tears you fought so hard now streamed down your face without restraint. Without thinking, you dropped silently to your knees, raising a shaky hand to his freckled cheek. Cold. It was the only word you could think of.

His once lively brown eyes had dulled, his usual lopsided grin replaced with the unthinkable. He was gone, no longer the leader, lover, and friend he had once been.

In your grief, you had neglected to notice the woman that had approached Jean. She was unrecognizable, wrapped in two bandannas and gloves, similar to those worn by you and Jean.

“Do you know his name, cadets?”

Jean continued to mutter under his breath, ignoring the woman’s presence. He looked at Marco’s body once more before beginning to pace slowly.

“It can't be…But…He's the last person who would ever…Marco…” Jean began to shake even more violently as he talked to himself.

“What happened? D-Did someone-- anyone --see how he went out?”

“What is his name?” The woman stepped closer to the both of you, her voice growing more urgent,” Tell me if you know. Quickly.” Jean stopped, turning to look at her slowly. His eyes were wide, his breaths shaky. The woman inhaled deeply as if trying to gather patience and tried once more.

“Do you understand, cadets? Two days have passed since we sealed the hole with the rock. Yet we still haven’t rounded up all the bodies. At this rate an epidemic could break out. We must prevent a secondary disaster. There’s no time to lament our comrades’ deaths yet. Understand?”

Jean glanced at you before fixing his gaze back to where Marco laid.

“Marco. His name is Marco,” you informed her, your voice wavering. Jean looked back up at the woman.

“Member of the 104th Cadet Corps and Captain of Squad 19…Marco Bodt,” Jean whispered. Like you, his voice betrayed his despair. The woman took time to write down the name and information before speaking once more.

“I’m glad you knew his name. Let’s continue.” She began to walk away, leaving the two of you with your lost friend. Jean knelt down beside you. And you leaned against him for support, searching for the comfort you both needed.

“We can’t just leave him here, Jean, not like this.”

I wish you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today

When you were alone for the first time after the Battle of Trost and the tragedy that followed, you cried. You wept into the night. You sobbed until you were sick. But the pain never ceased. It didn’t magically go away with the rising sun. It gnawed at you incessantly, it's dark claws grasping at your skin and ripping the air from your throat.

“Marco,” you cried, hoping that by some miracle you would hear the soothing voice of your lost lover. If you closed your eyes and held your breath, you could almost feel him there.

“C’mon, ___, look at me. See I’m fine. I’m ok. I’m right here,” he would have said, wrapping two arms around your shoulders as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead,” Let’s go to sleep, love, we have training tomorrow.” But no matter how hard you tried, you would open your eyes and find nobody there. The warmth you had imagined was gone. It was cold. So cold.

You curled up against the wall of your now empty dorm. Your squad mates were all gone. Killed during the battle, and now you were left entirely alone. Hot tears had seared paths into your skin, and as you ran your fingers over the wet trails on your skin, your mind was brought back to Marco.

Had he felt this alone when he died? Where had his squad been? Annie? Reiner? Bertl? Weren’t they close by? Had he screamed for help or had he accepted his fate silently? Had he given up or had he fought valiantly until he was no longer able? Why couldn’t it have been you instead? Why had you survived when all the people you loved were gone?

“Why did you leave me?! Dammit, Marco! I..I still need you.”

While thinking of the many things, we didn’t get to say

Jean pressed his side against yours as you stood watching the fire climb into the sky. You remained motionless as Jean tossed bony remains into the flames. The fire wasn’t close enough to touch you, but its heat still felt as though it seared your skin. He sighed and shook his head in disbelief.

“I don’t even know who these bones belong to anymore,” Jean threw you a glance before continuing,”Most of these people, our friends and comrades, did they go alone too? Will anybody remember them, remember their sacrifice?”

You shrugged, unsure of how to respond. Your eyes remained trained on the brilliant hues of red and orange but your words were directed at only him.

“What would you have said that day if you had known what would happen?” Jean did not immediately respond, mulling over your words thoughtfully, a habit he had picked up only after Marco’s death.

“Thank you, I think,” Jean began hesitantly,” Thank you for the confidence he had in me, thank you for the encouragement he gave me, thank you for the friend he was to me.” Jean quickly noticed the tears that silently slid down your face, but he chose to say nothing. He was no stranger to tears, he had cried his fair share of them recently.

“What about you?”

What would you have said? It did not require a second of thought. You knew before you said it, you knew.

“I love you.”

…So when tomorrow starts without me,

Don’t think we’re far apart, for every time you think of me,

I’m right here, in your heart

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