The first thing that Yamada Hizashi noticed when he woke up was the dull throbbing pain in his chest and abdomen, and a general all-over soreness. That wasn't altogether surprising, given his profession as a pro hero - you get pretty banged up, though sometimes you take more lumps than others. Wait, why did he hurt?

Oh, right. He had been doing an undercover mission, to track down the kingpin of some local smuggling ring called the Lotus Group. You'd think that a pro hero and popular radio host with such a public personality would find it hard to go undercover, but that's not necessarily so. His look was so flamboyant that it was impossible to miss, loud enough to match his quirk. He was certainly energetic in his private life, even if all he had energy for right now was to assess his situation.

That enthusiasm and pizzazz was exaggerated in Present Mic, something he knew to moderate when necessary. It was pretty simple to step out of the Present Mic persona. All he had to do was wash the gel out of his hair and, in this case, dye it a darker brown, and put on a sleazy suit. Luckily he didn't have to shave his mustache off, but instead applied a larger fake one on top of it. He had been playing the part of a middleman for a potential buyer of stock.

On this mission, Hizashi had been relying on a man named Sone Junzo to help him on the inside. Sone had a memory quirk that allowed him to have perfect visual recall, ironic for a man whose own appearance was so average that it was easily forgettable. He wasn't a villain who operated on his own and preferred to support stronger personalities. As an informant, however, the easily-intimidated man was very valuable. Since the man was participating in this mission to avoid jail himself, he had incentive to assist Hizashi however necessary.

To his credit, he did everything correct, they were just unfortunately caught in the middle of a conflict between two rival factions in the organization while pretending to purchase stock for a third party. That would certainly go into his report when he was able to do so.

But that might not be incredibly soon as he gathered pretty quickly that he was in a medical facility of some kind.

The beeping of medical monitor was a pretty big clue (and meant that his hearing aids were undamaged). That then explained the wires and tubes he felt connected to his chest and right arm. He also felt a familiar cuff on his left wrist, a suppressor cuff that was standard in most hospitals. After all, some people had passive quirks that activated automatically or otherwise had little control when first waking up. Patients accidentally causing further injury to themselves or to medical staff wasn't exactly something the hospital wanted to allow if they could help it, thus suppressor cuffs.

But as he was becoming more aware of his surroundings, he knew something was definitely off. As his bed had him slightly elevated, he could take stock of the room around him. The room wasn't the pristine bright and sterile white he was used to in hospitals. Instead the walls were sparsely-decorated, dark grey concrete blocks. There were no windows, leaving the harsh fluorescent bulb above as the only light source. In fact, were it not for the medical equipment, he would think he was in a jail or dungeon of some sort.

Hizashi didn't have a great feeling about this.

He had the instinctual urge to sit up further but thought better of it. It was simple to assume that sitting up and bending his body in the exact area he had pain would make it worse. He could almost hear his husband, Aizawa Shouta telling him to stay down. So, he elected to groan, more in frustration than anything else. This got the attention of another figure that he hadn't realized was lying in a cot in the small room.

"You're awake!" It was Sone, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up himself. The clock on the wall told the Voice Hero it was about four in the morning.

"Sone… where are we?"

"Well uh…." The man rubbed his hands together like he tended to do when he was nervous. "It's called The Bunker."

"What is The Bunker?" Hizashi had heard that name before from Shouta, but only over the past several months or so. It was apparently connected to the general seedy underbelly of society, but not an active participant in actual criminal activity as far as anyone was aware. Though it wasn't like any of his colleagues really knew what it was at this point in time. It was fairly low on the priority list, but since he was here, now might be a good time to look into it.

"So uh… when villains or vigilantes get hurt, they often don't really want to actually go to a hospital. They're afraid that they'll be reported to the police and arrested," Sone began. "So they come here instead."

"You're saying that we're in a villain hospital?" As a hero, that worried him because there was a decent chance that anyone he came across here would want his head on a pike the moment they knew what he did for a living.

The other man waved his hands defensively. "Not… not like that. It's more that they don't ask questions and take privacy and anonymity very seriously. They'll tend to your wounds no matter who you are. It's just that because of that, it tends to be frequented by uh..."

"By people who don't want to be known for whatever reason." As a public figure, Hizashi didn't really have that problem himself, but he could see the appeal of it for some more unscrupulous characters. He could walk anywhere and be welcomed easily. If he were wanted by the law, it would be a bigger risk.

Sone made a face like he remembered something. "I should probably let X-Ray know you're awake." He walked over and pressed a red button next to Hizashi's bed.

In less than a minute, the door to the room practically flew open to reveal a figure dressed in rumpled scrubs and wearing a mask designed to look like a mouse. The stranger was absolutely tiny to the point that Hizashi would swear they were a child. It was frustrating though that there were no identifying features to make out. Even the hair was covered by a hood from the mask, though a bump at the back made him think the hair was pulled up in a tight bun. The figure seemed to take a moment to evaluate the situation before releasing the tension in their shoulders, closing the door quietly, and putting down the medical kit they held.

"Yellow Guest, I thought I told you the difference between the normal call button and the emergency call button." Despite the obvious voice modulation, Hizashi could hear the irritation in the medic's voice. They seemed to ignore Sone's mumbled apologies and approached the hero's bedside. "You can call me X-Ray. How is the pain?"

The hero thought about it. He didn't entirely trust the medic due to the situation he found himself in. Reasonably, he was on some sort of pain medication already and he didn't really like the idea of being further drugged up and not have his wits about him. Things could go south at any moment and he wanted to at least be able to understand what was going on.

"Manageable," he finally said.

X-Ray shrugged. "Suit yourself." They then placed their bare fingers on his wrist and stood there for a silent moment. "You are healing adequately. In addition to minor cuts and bruises throughout your torso, you came in with two broken ribs on your right side and internal bleeding. Luckily, while there was a lot of bleeding, it was a fairly minor tear and you should recover with no long-lasting side effects. However, I recommend rest even after discharge."

"Does your quirk tell you all of that?" It was clear that the medic didn't look at any of the wounds directly or even his vital signs on the monitor. They simply touched his wrist. It had to be a quirk.

"Yes." They didn't elaborate however, instead they gently set his wrist back down and went to the foot of the bed. They picked up what Hizashi surmised was the medical chart and began writing as they spoke. "We pride ourselves on privacy here and as such, we have rules that your guest will relay to you in more detail. You will be referred to as Yellow while you remain here as that is the color of your room."

They paused in their clearly-practiced speech to gesture to the door that Hizashi could see had a dull yellow color. "How much personal information you choose to reveal to other patients or guests is up to you, however, you are not to ask such information from them. You are only allowed to enter your own room here and the common room. Any time you are outside of your room, you are to wear a mask to protect your identity. Unisex bathrooms are located in the common room along with a kitchenette and tables. As a patient, you are to only eat what I or Test Tube provide to you as you are likely to have specific dietary restrictions as part of your treatment.

"You are free to leave at any time, however if I or Test Tube feel that you require further medical intervention, we will call emergency services on your behalf out of moral obligation. As you were not coherent upon your arrival, I must inform you that The Bunker is not a legally recognized medical facility and as such, personnel are not necessarily certified to perform complex medical procedures despite best intentions. As such, you may require more specialized care after leaving. Your guest has signed a waiver taking responsibility for your health in the event of complications or to make medical decisions on your behalf. Again, if you are uncomfortable with this, you can leave at any time."

X-Ray then dropped the professional tone. "Though in your particular case, the injuries and risk were minor enough that, while requiring immediate attention, were fairly simple to address. I don't foresee complications. But then again, I can't see the future. In the event of a medical emergency, you or your guest need to press the red button here. For anything else you need, use the yellow button." At that last instruction, they pointedly looked at an embarrassed Sone. "Do you have any questions?"

He shook his head no. It was a lot to take in, but that was likely because he was a bit tired. Not really in the way he would be if Recovery Girl had looked after him, but more from the notion that the only rest he had had in the last 24 hours were the few since he'd gone unconscious. He had had a long day and his body needed to rest.

"Very well, good night." X-Ray turned, picked up their medical kit from where they dropped it by the door, then left.

Hizashi waited until he was sure the medic had left before he spoke up again. "Sone, why did you bring me here instead of a real hospital?"

By this point the other man had sat back down on the cot. "Well… Our cover wasn't exactly blown. The Lotus Group has their own medical resources but I guess their boss doesn't like letting strangers have access to that so he told his guys to help me get you here instead. They'd be suspicious if I took you anywhere else."

That was fair. While he wasn't sure if the mission could continue, at least he had the peace of mind to know that it could if he wanted it to. That or have a reasonable excuse to put it on pause and come back to it later. It wouldn't be so abnormal for a middle-man like his character to choose to return home to recuperate before continuing on for his boss. He didn't want to seem too desperate, after all. Ah well, that was a decision for later after he discussed it with the rest of the investigation team. Now that he thought about that….

"Have you contacted the investigation team about our status or what happened at all? If I suddenly stop contact, they might think I've been compromised."

"Not yet. I was going to check in in the morning. I'll have to leave The Bunker to do it though because they don't allow cell phones to be used here. They don't want anyone recording anything."

The injured man sighed. "So I won't be able to use it here? Figures."

"Is there uh… anything you wanted me to say?"

"Not at this point, no. Just make sure not to say anything about the fact that we're undercover specifically. We have no idea if the Lotus Group will have someone watching out for you and we can't have them finding out about the mission."

Apparently, Sone didn't consider that possibility and paled, shaking his head as if trying to get the thought from his mind. "We uh… we should probably get some sleep."

Hizashi had to admit that that was the best course of action. On the one hand, he really wanted to explore this place since it was unlikely that he'd have a chance like this again, but his body certainly wasn't up to it right now. He was just going to have to sleep some of it off and hope he wasn't so sluggish tomorrow.

He'd be bored out of his mind if he was.

According to the clock, Hizashi woke up around 9 the next morning. As he put his hearing aids back in and his glasses on, he noticed that Sone wasn't in. The hero could only hope that his informant was just making a report and hadn't run out on him, but there wasn't much he could do here but wait. In the meantime, he was getting hungry and definitely needed something to eat. He made sure to hit the correct yellow button and didn't have to wait long before a knock announced the presence of someone at the door.

"Come in."

It certainly wasn't X-Ray who entered. This new stranger was taller and more obviously an adult woman, perhaps that was why she decided not to use a voice modulator like her coworker did. Other than that there was little he could work out since she was wearing a mask of similar style to her coworker's, but with a dog design instead.

"Good morning! You can call me Test Tube. How are we doing today?" She picked up his medical chart and jotted down what he could only assume were his vitals judging by the way she looked at the monitor a few times.

"Just a little hungry, but otherwise fine. How are you?" He had more energy this morning than when he had woken up last night. Obviously because he actually got to rest. It helped however that this new medic was more chipper than her coworker. Positive vibes are infectious, after all.

"I'm doing just fine, don't worry about me. I'll just check how you're healing real quick here and then I'll go get you something." With a light touch, she began removing bandages and nodding her approval. As she began replacing the bandages with new, clean ones, she continued speaking. "Since you had a repair to your gastrointestinal system, you're on a soft foods diet until you're healed. I can get some rice underway with some eggs, or if you're hungry now, we have some jelly packets I can give you to tide you over."

That made him snort a laugh and then immediately regret it when his ribs protested. He was very familiar with jelly packets after knowing Shouta since high school and even more so after they began dating. By the time they'd married, he could probably be considered an expert on the comparative taste and nutritional value of different brands. Though it was because of that he declined.

"I can wait."

"I'll get that started then. Oh! It said on your chart that you declined an increase in dosage for your pain medication. Are you still fine with that?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Works for me! Doesn't make much of a difference to me, really. Honestly, it's better than trying to wrestle with a pain killer addiction. Just don't push yourself too much. We don't want those stitches opening up. Just push the call button if you need anything else while I'm gone." With that she left and Hizashi was alone with his thoughts once again.

Her tone was almost a little too casual. It was clear though that she was far more experienced with bedside manner than X-Ray even after factoring in the fact that the hero had interacted with the more stern medic late at night. There was an ease to interpersonal interaction here. It was likely that Test Tube had, at least at one point, worked in a legitimate medical environment or had official training to do so. X-Ray, however no-doubt had medical knowledge but little by way of clinical experience. With that in mind, if he had to guess, X-Ray was likely a pre-med college student, probably female based on size alone. Even if they were a med-student hopeful, he couldn't find a motive for setting up a place like this at such a risk. Why?

Naturally, that meant that some good old-fashioned snooping was in order. But after breakfast.

It wasn't too long before Test Tube returned and was followed closely by someone wearing a yellow mask. Once the door was closed, the yellow mask came off to reveal Sone, back from his report. The man remained nervously silent until the woman dropped off Hizashi's rice and left.

"So I told them about what happened," Sone began as the hero started eating the bland meal. At least that remained consistent with all of his other hospital experiences. "While they're glad that we weren't compromised, they're pulling us off. They're going to try a different approach."

That was annoying in some ways, but a relief in others. After a week working this case, it'd be nice to see his family, wash this dye out of his hair, and sleep in his own bed again. It was also nice that that scuffle provided the perfect opportunity to bow out gracefully. The character wasn't compromised and can come in handy in some future investigation. Sweet.

"So I'm assuming they want me out of here pretty soon"

Sone nodded. "In a couple of hours. They wanted to get you ASAP, but just in case the Lotus Group is watching, they're waiting for a less suspicious time. They'll be picking us up at the bakery around the corner. A lot of people come in and out of there around lunch time so that's the best time to do it."

"Why the bakery?"

"I think they have an agreement with The Bunker. It's where most people get picked up or dropped off and where deliveries for supplies and equipment are sent. Good donuts too."

That made some amount of sense. It wasn't like a secret underground lair was going to have an officially recognized address. But in any case, he didn't have much time for investigating this place. Since there was no telling when he might be able to return, he'd have to make the most of this experience while he could. He already pulled what he could out of Sone, which honestly wasn't all that much besides the rules. Apparently he had only been here once before and he had spent most of that staying in his own room.

Hizashi was soon done eating and set his bowl aside. "I'm going exploring."

His informant spluttered. "A-Are you sure? I mean they said your injuries were relatively minor, but I don't think you should be walking yet."

"They've got to have wheelchairs, right?" Without waiting for a response, he hit the yellow call button, which meant a light knock shortly after.

"How was breakfast?"

The hero smiled and turned up the charm. Having something in his system was allowing him to feel more himself again. "Wonderful! Do you have any wheelchairs by chance? I think I'm getting too cooped up for my own good."

A short affirmation and a minute later, Test Tube was back with a simple wheelchair. Considering how sore he was getting into the thing, it was definitely a good idea he wasn't trying to walk right now. It made him appreciate Recovery Girl a lot more. Since her quirk sped up the healing process, he'd be up and about by this point. At the very least, he was mobile. His ribs weren't too fond of the movement in his arms, but it was tolerable.

He also had to wear that stupid mask. It really wasn't so much a mask as it was a bag made of heavy yellow fabric with more sheer fabric where the eyes would be. It was clear that it was meant to fit a large variety of head sizes and shapes. He didn't want to think about who else had worn it. Ugh. Well, it couldn't be helped. He made a mental note to take a thorough bath when he got home.

Sone was sitting on his cot by the time Hizashi was ready to go. "You uh… you don't need me with you, do you?"

He waved the man off. "No, but just open the door for me and come get me when we need to get ready to leave." It would be easier on his own without worrying about anyone else anyway.

The door was soon open and he was finally free to investigate. The hero felt glad to be doing something. He saw that the grey concrete blocks of his room carried throughout the entire facility. There wasn't much by way of decoration, though it wasn't like that was a major priority. As the place was underground, the only source of light came from the fluorescent bulbs on the ceiling and incandescent bulbs above the doors, but not all of them were lit.

Directly across the hall from his room were two doors, one labeled 'Operating Room' and the other labeled 'Supply.' To the right of the supply room was a counter that wrapped around a corner. Experimentally, he jiggled the handles, but they were predictably locked.

"Ah, you're one of the curious ones, aren't you?" Test Tube's voice made Hizashi jump. He turned to see her leaning over the counter, watching him carefully through that dog mask. "Did you want a tour?"

At least with the mask he didn't have to show his embarrassment about being caught so quickly. "That'd be nice."

The woman disappeared behind the counter only to emerge from the door. She took hold of the handles and pushed him down to the shorter end of the hallway, turning around so they would begin facing the rest of the facility.

"To our right, you will see the doors to our entryway. It's where patients and their guests check in and out and leads to the industrial elevator. It's our only way in or out of The Bunker so in case of an emergency, please assemble here. That room also has a staff door to our supply room so we don't have to go all the way around to attend to incoming patients."

She began pushing Hizashi slowly as she continued to speak in an affected tour guide voice. "Next is the supply room where we keep all equipment and medications. As we are not an officially recognized medical facility, our supplies can be limited, but we make do with what we can. Beyond the supply room where you can't see, is our utility room where we keep our generators. It takes a lot of power to keep a place like this running so it is arguably the most important room.

"Now, we have our operating room. It isn't much, but it's served us alright so far. We also have our testing equipment in there. X-Ray also keeps an audio recorder in there to take verbal notes while performing an operation since, naturally, their hands would be otherwise busy. It makes charting much easier.

"Along the left side, you will see all of the patient rooms. They're identical to yours except the door is a different color. Besides yourself, we only have two other patients at the moment. For obvious reasons, I can't give you more than that. The last one is actually our office. That just basically means that's where our filing cabinets are with our records. X-Ray spends the most time in there of the two of us since they handle the paperwork. I'm usually in charge of inventory so you can usually find me in the supply room."

Hizashi turned to look at the door quizzically. Like the other rooms he tried, he doubted that it would be unlocked, but those files seemed to be key. "I would have thought that you wouldn't have patient files considering the nature of this place."

"There aren't any names on them. When a patient enters, we assign them a number and treat the immediate medical problems as needed. If a patient tells us they've been here before, we go back and compare the descriptions and past injuries to our records to see if we can find a match, then add the records to the appropriate file. This way we can track different things from our end and see if there are any long-term or recurring conditions to look out for in specific patients. So far, those uses haven't been entirely necessary since we haven't been in operation very long."

That filing cabinet would be a gold mine as a record of lawbreakers in the area. Though the hero definitely acknowledged that that was absolutely an illegal invasion of privacy. The only records he could reasonably use were supply slips or other operational records. Patient confidentiality must be respected, even here.

He didn't have much time to dwell on it before he was whisked away to his next destination. "Last stop is our common room. Here you can socialize if there is anyone else here or just otherwise find ways to entertain yourself. We have cards and a couple of basic board games, but no tv, sorry. That takes up too much valuable power. The unisex bathrooms are accessible through here as well and there is also a kitchenette. Though that's off limits to you because you have a dietary restriction."

With practiced ease, she opened the door and pushed him through in one fluid motion. It wasn't a huge room, but large enough to fit a couch, two armchairs, and two tables. At one of the tables were two people wearing red masks while someone with a purple mask was lounging on the couch with a book. They all looked up at the sound of the door opening.

"Everyone, this is Yellow. This is his first time at The Bunker, so play nice!" She then left Hizashi, presumably to return to what she was doing before she caught him being nosy.

The man sat in his wheelchair for a moment, feeling all eyes on him before he waved congenially.

"So! What are you in for, Yellow?" one of the red strangers asked him in a high, squeaky voice.

He shrugged. "Wrong place, wrong time. Got a few broken ribs and some internal bleeding out of it though the tear itself was apparently pretty small."

She then jabbed a finger at her companion. "Red here managed to get a bad spider bite. Redback too. Nasty things."

"Since we're sharing," said the man wearing purple while still laying on the couch. His voice had an odd quality that Hizashi couldn't place. Likely some sort of mutation quirk was behind it. "My guy got drunk and decided that he could take Endeavor on. Surprise, surprise, he couldn't. The only reason he isn't arrested right now is because some other guy decided he wanted a piece of the action."

"I thought we weren't supposed to share potentially identifying information," Hizashi mused.

"Eh. Makes no real difference to me if that gets him found out. Then everyone could know he's a dumbass."

Red spoke up for the first time, also a man, but with a scratchy bass-baritone. "If he is who I think he is, everyone already knows that!" The three laughed at that before Red turned his attention back to the undercover hero. "Yellow, you know anything about shogi? I'm getting my ass handed to me here."

He wheeled himself over to the pair to take a look at the board between them. He actually was pretty good at the game. Sure, it wasn't like he could ever enter tournaments or hold a candle to those who really took the game seriously, but in most cases he didn't need to have quite that much skill to perform well. Looking at the game in front of him, it was clear that Red was a complete novice, though Hizashi didn't exactly say as much. His opponent and friend seemed to know a little about shogi strategy and he even recognized a tactic she was using - or attempting to use as the formation was a bit off. He could likely defeat her pretty quickly if he wanted to, but he was at a crossroads. Hizashi wasn't sure if his character would be as successful.

With that in mind, he settled for playing a more reactionary game. Rather than setting up traps several moves ahead, he let the Red Guest set the tone and played a tighter game. The hero let it drag on a bit, engaging in idle conversation with both Reds as he did so. He discovered a few things about them here and there. For one thing, they were engaged to be married after being high school sweethearts. Even the man in the purple mask on the couch managed to put in his piece about marriage. Apparently the mask made it to difficult to really get into whatever book he had and eavesdropping was less frustrating.

Hizashi still won the game, but it was a much closer victory than he would have allowed had he taken it seriously. It seemed to work at least because his opponent simply shrugged.

"Can't win them all, I guess! Thanks - haven't had a good game like that in a while. Usually I have to stop to explain the rules 50 times. I swear, Red forgets every single game."

"Hey, I never said I was smart! I only have enough space in my brain for so much. There's not enough room for shogi."

The Purple Guest couldn't help but chime in "I bet that's not all-"

He was interrupted by the door opening, a yellow mask poked through. "Hey Yellow, we need to leave pretty soon." Sone left as quickly as he had come, the door slightly ajar behind him.

"Leaving already?" Red asked.

The undercover hero sighed as if he reluctant. It wasn't like he didn't like the group, they were just on opposite career paths. He had to admit that he was glad to be returning to the familiar, including more official healthcare. "My boss has his own guy. We don't have anything like this where I'm from and I don't think he quite trusts it. No offense."

"Must be nice to be rich enough for your own guy. Or to work for someone who is." There was a bitterness in the Purple Guest's voice as he turned away from the door.

Red Guest slouched sadly in her chair. "I keep forgetting there isn't anywhere else like this. What does anyone even do? I mean the normal guys like us?"

"The best they can, I guess." Hizashi began to wheel himself out and paused before he left the room. "Get well soon and congrats on your engagement." While he knew the world wasn't exactly black and white, shades of grey running between good and evil, talking with those three certainly humanized the common criminal in a way that wasn't often accessible to him in his position. He knew it was going to stick with him for a while yet.

When the hero returned to his room, he found Sone stripping the hospital bed of its sheets. "As the able-bodied guest," he explained as if he sensed his companion's question, "we have a few duties. There's only two staff members so if we at least get the room a head start it helps a lot. Your clothes are over on that table. Well, uh… except the shirt. They had to cut that up when you came in. But the jacket's still fine at least."

The Voice Hero decided that putting on pants while suffering from broken ribs was probably one of the most frustrating experiences of his life to this point. Top ten at least. He never fully appreciated how much bending was involved in the action and so it took some maneuvering to get the job done. By the time he managed to get that over with, Sone had stripped the bed and the cot, updated the stock lists in the cabinet, and was nearly done sweeping the small room.

"I just have a little bit left. You uh… ready to go?"

"Just about." Hizashi put on his jacket, and while he normally would have kept it open, that would be weird without a shirt on underneath.

Sone soon finished and wheeled the hero back into the hallway and through the doors to the entryway where Test Tube met them from the other side of the counter.

"Ready to discharge then? Just sign these for me real quick and I'll get your things." She took their masks and suppressor cuffs, then gave the injured man a clipboard and a pen before disappearing from view.

The form in his hands was simply an acknowledgement that he knew The Bunker wasn't an officially licensed medical facility and that by discharging, he was taking full responsibility for his continued recovery, etc. etc. It was actually pretty impressive for such a small operation. He could see why Musutafu's underbelly held it in high regard. They took themselves seriously.

The dog-masked medic soon returned with a bucket not unlike those used in the cubbies in preschools that contained his burner phone, wallet, a small bag with wads of cash, and a few other odds and ends along with Sone's things. She deliberately refrained from directly handing the items to them, but waited for them to collect them themselves. He was also given a copy of the form he just signed in addition to what he assumed were medical notes for whatever medical professional would be seeing to his care next.

"Alright, you two," she said as the returned the empty bucket to somewhere below the counter, "I'll send you up in the elevator. I don't trust you to walk yet, so you can just drop the wheelchair off at the bakery around the corner. They know what to do with it."

Hizashi gave her a genuinely warm smile. How wasn't she in a normal hospital? "How can I thank you?"

She laughed. "That's very sweet of you! If you really wanted, you can make a donation. We don't charge so it keeps the place going."

It wasn't like he could just sit there and not give her one of the stacks of cash he had after that. After all, it would be too suspicious not to. Besides, he was always one to donate to charitable organizations, though a charity for criminals was definitely a first. Best to keep that quiet.

The elevator ride was a bit janky, but it got them to the surface in one piece. The pair were silent as they made their way to the bakery. There weren't too many people out, but those that were didn't seem to really care about their presence. Even still, the hero didn't let himself really breathe just yet. Anyone could be watching.

Just outside the bakery was a taxi, though nobody was inside. But when they approached, Tsukauchi, dressed as a taxi driver, exited the small corner building with a small melonpan in his hand.

"You caught me just in time, my break's over. Looks like you two could use a ride."