title: the world looks so damn beautiful 

summary: "Leo took out a small pad of paper and a pen. “What were you doing on the days of the fourteenth through the seventeenth of last month, the nights of the murders?”

Takumi thought back to those specific days. He’d been painting those days; paintings for the next art gallery that was coming up, and also pictures of Leo’s backside since it had been around that same time that he’d first caught a glimpse of Beautiful Ass Man, but he couldn’t tell the cops, especially Leo, that. He thought frantically, and as he was thinking he did what he did best and word vomited, “I was spending the weekend feeding a few of the bodies I had on me through a wood chipper. Best way to get rid of evidence.”

Modern AU in which Takumi is a painter whose next door neighbor turns out to be a serial killer, Leo is the cop investigating to find the killer’s partner, and Takumi’s growing crush on Leo is not helping his situation at all.

Leo was still giving him that odd look. “Yes. This person fought to survive, he fought very hard, and whoever attacked him would have physical evidence of the attack on their body.”

“Oh, really?”

There was that odd tone in Leo’s voice again. “Yes. This person also fed the body through a wood chipper.”

Takumi stared at him, and then it clicked. He glanced down at his body full of bruises and let out a hysterical little laugh. “These, no, um… I actually fell down the stairs last night because I didn’t want to hurt a cat and the whole thing about me feeding bodies through a wood chipper was seriously just a joke; I promise you, I’m not a serial killer.”

Leo didn’t seem convinced. “Would you mind telling me what you were doing last night?”

Aside from drawing you, which is all I seem to be capable of drawing at the moment? “Falling down the stairs to avoid hurting a cat,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “I also marathoned Criminal Minds until around two am,” he finished.

“You watched Criminal Minds all night?”

Takumi should have realized that confessing what was already leaving his mouth was probably not helping his case. “… I like shows about murder …”

Fuck.

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