and it's my whole heart

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[ Despite an attempt to regulate the use of magic and the preternatural - ranging from artifacts to beings, both human and non-human - there isn't... really much control to be had when it comes to certain aspects of the world around them. Todoroki Shouto has grown up in this, was essentially bred for it, and he's seen a lot more shit than most people twice his age can say they've dealt with. But nothing, nothing, has been more frustrating than the case that he and his father have been hired to work. Jewels, various artwork, and books have gone missing across the city, stolen, with obvious signs of magic left behind.

None of it is familiar, and whoever the thief is? They've been one step ahead of them, each and every time.

Todoroki Enji, named Endeavor by the community, has nearly set an exhibit on fire due to his anger at being bested every time.

With the most recent theft, Shouto is grudgingly impressed, carefully gathering the broken remains of the display case into an evidence bag.

His father practically appears when he gets up to his feet and grips his shoulder, tight. He doesn't loom over him like he used to, even when he was in high school, but the color and movement out of the corner of his left eye, the grip, still makes him flinch a little. Shouto curls his lip in disdain to cover for it, and forcibly shrugs out of his grip. ]

If we don't find the thief, Shouto, you know what that means. That's failure. And we don't abide by failure.

[ Clenching his fists to keep his temper to himself, even as he feels the heat radiating off his left side, he takes the evidence bag with him. While he has specialization in some fields, the traces of magic left behind and the methods used aren't in that range. He has to find someone else that will be able to help them with this damn case.

The first stop he makes, on the quest to get somewhere, is the city's primary shrine. If someone there can't help - a priest, a miko, anyone - then he's not sure where else he can go right now. Maybe an archivist? ]

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[ When Izuku moves to retrieve the slippers, Shouto kneels down to undo his boots, since it'll take a moment. But once he's gotten them free, he slides his feet into the slippers and carefully arranges his boots out of the way to ensure that they aren't in the way of any other visitors or residents. ]

It is, but thus far we haven't encountered the thief. It's all been aftermath, and none of the magic used on-site has been harmful thus far. There are theories, but - it's an active investigation. [ Meaning he can't talk too much about theories, of which he has many that don't match his father's.

He trails into the room, and bows his head in response to the hospitality once again. He's a polite kid, at heart, so he'll obey and go take a seat. ] Thank you, regardless.

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[It's a few minutes before Izuku returns to the room with a tray. He had brought out tea and sweet snacks and places it down on the kotatsu. He just smiles as he sits across from the other and starts to pour tea for the other and slides the cup towards him.]

It's fine. If there's anything you want to talk about that I can help with until my mom returns, I'm here though.

It sounds as though none of the items the thief has taken has shown up again. [He imagines they had been watching black markets and what have you, but yielded no results.]

I wonder what a thief would want with those items if not for profit.