Days passed, Ryoko thankful she could dive into her music to distract herself from her forced vacation. She was thankful she had Mic, who joined her nearly every day to aid her in her music writing adventures. When her boyfriend would return home from UA, Mic would leave. The couple would sit and eat dinner together, Ryoko distracting herself again by talking to Toshinori about his students and his work.

"So, wait," She says, speaking around a mouthful of her salad. "Midoriya wants you to introduce him to Nighteye?" The man nods, munching on his own salad. Ryoko pauses, swallowing her mouthful as she continues to stare at her boyfriend. "And you won't do it?"

"I don't think the first years should be participating in Hero Studies."

Ryoko continues to stare at Toshinori, waiting for him to make eye contact with her. "Why?"

"They're not ready."

"And a year will change that?"

Toshinori hesitates, turning back to his food. "I don't know, Ryo,"

"Exactly," Ryoko says, arms crossing, forgetting about her dinner. She placed her elbows on the table, leaning forwards. "What's gonna happen? If Midoriya meets Nighteye, what are you afraid of?"

The man doesn't say anything, merely bringing a forkful of salad to his mouth.

"Afraid he's gonna find out? That Nighteye will tell him?" Ryoko pauses again, watching her boyfriend intently. "That he shouldn't be your successor?"

Blue eyes flicker up to look at the redhead and that's when she knew she had hit the nail on the head. "You and I both know how Nighteye is. He's going to tell Midoriya everything. Especially the part where he doesn't think Midoriya should be your successor."

Toshinori's fork stills, eyes still looking at his plate. "I don't know what to do," He finally says, voice quiet.

"Talk to him." His head lifts to meet Ryoko's gaze. Her hands come up, surrendering. "You're gonna do whatever it is you want to do." Her hands come down. "But I think it would be best for him to hear it all from you." She smiles before her hands grab her plate and she stands, heading over to the sink to begin the dishes.

Toshinori ended up taking Ryoko's advice. He met with Midoriya and Togota, aiding his successor in meeting his former sidekick. Ultimately, he decided against telling Midoriya everything. Especially in front of Togota, Toshinori simply couldn't bring himself to do it. He failed to tell Ryoko about it, allowing himself some more time to think about it all. It was a tricky situation.

A few days pass, Toshinori and Ryoko running through a trail. It was something the two of them decided to do together. Toshinori didn't want to fall behind and wished to continue exercising. Ryoko, while on her 'vacation,' decided to join him. She got up every morning, begrudgingly so, with him and went for a run. It had become routine, down to Ryoko's words every morning.

"It wouldn't kill you to sleep an hour, ya know."

She had gone back to work, however, so the two would go for their run after UA's classes let out for the day. As they ran, they both felt a presence behind them. Both look over their shoulders, not faltering a single step. Ryoko's eyes widened while Toshinori's mouth dropped. Midoriya was running up to them with an intensity that Ryoko had never seen before. He didn't pass them, didn't try to stop them, he merely kept up with their pace.

Ryoko looked forward again, listening as the boy spoke. "Did you know everything all along?" All Might's pace didn't falter either, Midoriya continuing to keep up as he talked. "The fact that Nighteye knew about One For All, and that Togota was a candidate for your succession… you knew all of that didn't you...? Why didn't you tell me anything?"

The redhead instantly glances over at her boyfriend, who did his best to keep his expression neutral and focus forward. She knew he was going to make his own decisions, but she was always deeply aware of how his actions would affect Midoriya. She turns around, facing the student as she continues to jog backwards.

She gives the student a small smile before she turns her attention to Toshinori. His eyes were on her, seeing as she was now running backwards. "I'm out," She says, turning back around. She picks up her own pace, moving from a jog to a run.

Ryoko had already told Toshinori how she felt about the situation. She had heard the story before too. Hell, she told herself, she lived through parts of it. She didn't like to think about everything that had happened six years ago, so she ran farther away from the two, avoiding hearing the story yet again. She also figured it would be best for the two to talk one on one, without a redhead hovering.

Ryoko sat in the waiting room, her head in her hands as her knee bounced. Her hands shift to run through her hair.

"What are you doing here?"

Her head lifts, turning to the person that spoke. There stood Nighteye, her boyfriend's - well, ex boyfriend's - sidekick. If her head wasn't so fuzzy and clouded, she'd put more emphasize on this being their first meeting.

A moment of silence pauses between them before he speaks. "You're drunk,"

She turns her head away from him, hands going up to rub at her forehead. "Go away,"

"What made you think you could be here?" Ryoko continues to rub her forehead, knowing full well that he was glaring intently at her. "Who even called you?"

She sighs, "Nunya,"

"Nunya?"

"Nunya business," Her head turns, irritated eyes looking up at the man. He continued to glare before he was tapped on the shoulder, a doctor taking him back into the hospital. The two disappeared, Ryoko knowing full well that they were going to see All Might. Her head turns back, hanging low as her hands cover her face. She takes a deep breath, hearing footsteps approach.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" A nurse, she presumed. She wanted to tell them to fuck off and leave her alone, but all that left her body was a sob.

Ryoko wasn't sure when she had stopped running, but there she stood. Taking in deep breaths, she tried to push away her thoughts of the past. It was an awful time for her and she wanted to not dwell on it. She took a deep breath, pulling herself together as she heard footsteps beginning to approach..

She begins to jog in place as Midoriya and All Might approach her. She smiles, moving to fall back in line with Toshinori's pace, running beside him again. She glances over her shoulder, looking at the student as he continued to follow the two. The conversation couldn't have gone too poorly, Ryoko decided, as the two men did not exude that vibe.

Ryoko turns, running backwards as she smiles. She winks at Midoriya. "Come on, kid, pick up the pace!" Midoriya smiles back at her as she begins to run faster backwards. She slows for a moment. She preps herself and then launches her body into the air. She flips backwards, hands helping her to stabilize herself as she finishes the back handspring. She jumps slightly after she lands, using the momentum to turn herself around. Ryoko continues to run, staying by Toshinori's side.

Midoriya's mouth dropped open slightly, watching as Toshinori glanced over at the redhead. "Show off,"

Ryoko laughs. "Jealous." She states, the three continuing to run. "You were never really flexible."

Midoriya and his classmates entered the room. It was odd enough that all four of them had received a call from their hero studies at the same time, but to also see their homeroom teacher and Gran Torino in the same room was even weirder. The Big Three from their school was there as well. Midoriya was curious, wondering why they were called to the room. He turns, glancing around. He sees Ryoko, standing in the corner. Her shoulder was pressed against the wall, back facing the majority of the room. Her head was down, focused on scrolling through her phone. Midoriya was about to head over to the redhead when Sir Nighteye began to speak.

"By virtue of the information everyone provided me with, I was able to make substantial progress with my investigation. I have called this meeting for none other than to share information, as well as to discuss how to proceed in dealing with the plots of a small organization named the Eight Precepts of Death."

Midoriya glanced around his friends before everyone was asked to be seated. The table was odd. It was a large rectangle but the middle was cut out as if someone was meant to pace around inside the table. Midoriya looked to his left and right. There were so many heroes here!

"So," Ryoko starts, all eyes turning to her. But Midoriya notices she's holding Nighteye's gaze. The two were sat directly across from one another. "Why am I here?" The two heroes continued to stare at one another. The tension in the room grew heavy, no one else daring to speak. "Cause, let's be real, you don't want me here."

Ryoko taps the table twice, eyes still locked in a staring contest with Nighteye. Finally, she smirks, but Midoriya can see that it holds no humor like it usually would. "Man, you just can't let it go, can you?"

"My Foresight is never wrong,"

"And I told you not to fucking look at me." Midoriya felt a chill run up his spine. He glances at his classmates, all of them looking shocked, confused, and lost. Midoriya was sure he was the only one who could possibly know about Ryoko and Nighteye's relationship. He never would have thought they would hold such animosity towards each other.

Ryoko taps the desk again, twice. She nods her head, finally looking away from Nighteye.

"I'm out." She says, pushing her chair back, standing up. Many heroes, along with the students, began to talk. They were surprised at Ryoko's words and actions. Nighteye didn't move a muscle. She steps around her chair, beginning to head to the door.

Midoriya and Kirishima stand, the latter calling her name. One of her hands come up, waving the students off. Before she gets far, Midoriya speaks, "Ms Ryoko, we need you! We need your help! There's a little girl there. She's been injured and she needs us!" Ryoko pauses, body going stiff as everyone in the room goes silent. Midoriya pauses, watching Ryoko's back. "She needs you,"

A moment passes before Ryoko moves, turning back around. "Start with that next time." Midoriya and Kirishima both release a sigh, returning to their seats as the room's tension released. She walks back over to her seat, still standing as she stares down Nighteye. The room grew silent as the two reentered their staring contest.

"If I'm in this," She starts, hand coming up to point at Nighteye. "You are going to treat me with respect and as your fellow hero." Midoriya looks at Ryoko, seeing how tense her body was. "Not as All Might's girlfriend. Not as the drug addict you heard about. Not as the alcoholic you met. And not as the singer you see online." Her hand drops, her other hand clenching into a fist. "I am Ryo. And you will treat me as such."

A moment of silence passes over the room, Ryoko and Nighteye still staring at one another. "It's been six years, dude." Ryoko's weight shifts, hands coming up slightly. Nighteye pauses before he nods, gesturing for Ryoko to take her seat. She does, releasing a sigh as she glances over at Aizawa. He stares at her, to which she simply raises her eyebrows, getting comfortable in her seat.

"Well then, let's begin."

Bubble Girl, one of Nighteye's sidekicks, began to speak. "Since about two weeks prior, we at the Nighteye Offices have been independently observing a certain villain group known as the Eightfold Cleansers!"

"What was the hook?" A hero asks.

"There was an accident involving a thief gang known as the Reservoir Dogs." Bubble Girl continued. "The police cleaned everything up as just an accident, but there were many points that made no sense and we began to track them."

"I am a sidekick, Centipeder." The man spoke, standing behind Nighteye. "I have been conducting the tracking and observation as per the instructions put forth by Nighteye. Within this one-year period that I have been investigating, there has been a rapid increase in contact, both between members of the underground organization, as well as people outside of the group. They appear to be an organization moving with the intent to expand and accumulate funds.

"Also, shortly after the commencement of investigation… He made contact with one Bubaigawara Jin. Villain name, "Twice." They were particularly cautious of being followed and I was unable to continue tracking them, but here I was able to cooperate with the police. They were able to confirm that during this meeting some kind of skirmish occurred."

Gran Torino began to speak, eventually directing his conversation towards Midoriya. Ryoko tuned them out, glancing at her watch. She can see a text message from Toshinori. He was asking about the meeting, how it was going. She didn't want to think of it, merely shaking her wrist to readjust her jacket before her fingers interlock and lay on her stomach. She relaxes more into the chair.

"Hey," Another hero speaks, glancing at the UA students in the room. "Even if they're UA students, what's with the brats? Can't talk with them around." Ryoko leaned forward in her seat as the hero continued, "We're burnin' daylight just getting to the real issue of what they're plotting."

Before Ryoko could say anything, the hero Fat Gum, stood up. His chair flew as he gestured to Kirishima and Amajiki. "Enough outta you - these two 'ere are super important witnesses! Besides, I think there's a ton o' people who're meetin' for the first time, so better get to it! The name's Fat Gum, pleasure to meet y'all!"

Ryoko merely saluted to the hero, who ended up waving back to her, before she relaxed back into her seat. Nighteye interjected, "We have reason to believe that the Eightfold Cleansers have made the dispersal of unlicensed goods part of their livelihood. As such, I have requested help from heroes familiar with that line of work."

"Long ago, we smashed those kinda things to pieces!" Fat Gum explained, still standing. "Then, yesterday, in Red Riot's debut battle! Tamaki was shot by somethin' new, the likes we ain't never seen! A drug that erases quirks."

Many heroes, shocked at the news, glanced over at Aizawa. Ryoko looked at the student in question. His classmate, Togota, asked about his well being. Thankfully, after sleeping, the student's quirk returned to him.

"If it recovers, no need to worry." The hero who spoke ill about the students spoke again. "Nothin' fatal."

"No," Nighteye spoke, gesturing to Aizawa. "I'll leave that explanation to Eraserhead."

"It's a bit different from my erasure. That's because I'm not attacking the quirk itself." The group began to talk about Aizawa's erasure and the drug's erasure. Ryoko's wrist buzzed, tuning out the conversation as she glanced at her watch. This time it was her boss, Endeavor, asking about when she would be done from the meeting. She rubbed at her forehead. This meeting was taking longer than she had expected.

"There were no other abnormalities in Tamaki's body! It was only, I mean only, the quirk that was attacked! Not a peep from the gang that shot 'im! The gun's in pieces too! Plus they didn't have no other bullets in their possession 'sides the one they fired!" Fat Gum exclaimed before he turned to look at Kirishima. "However, thanks to Kirishima riskin' 'is life to deflect the bullet, we were able ta obtain da contents of that one shot!"

The students and even a few heroes were impressed by Kirishima's feat. Ryoko sat up in her seat, leaning against the table. She locked eyes with his as he scanned the room. You good? She mouths and, once he answers with a nod, she returns the nod before she relaxes in her chair again.

"As for what was inside," Fat Gum began, Ryoko's attention turning back to him. "Something truly sickening came out. It contained human blood and human cells."

The room grew silent, Ryoko's mind instantly beginning to turn. There had been news about the new drugs that were now on the streets. The quirk enhancers that the villains were getting their hands on, making everything much more difficult. But she supposed that was the point. Ryoko leaned forward, elbows resting on the table as her palms pressed together, fingers going to rest against her mouth. Human blood and human cells. A person with a quirk like that was beginning to make things much more difficult for the heroes.

"Ryoko," Nighteye spoke, causing Ryoko's eyes to look up and meet his. "The villain you caught the other day was also a part of this."

"He was a purse snatcher."

"Who stole to purchase the drugs." Ryoko shrugged, conceding before Nighteye continued speaking. "The quirk of the Capo, Chisaki is named "overhaul." It's a power that can disassemble and reassemble any target. A quirk that can dismantle, to destroy and repair at once. That, along with the bullets that can destroy quirks." Ryoko's eyes drifted to the two students that were studying under Nighteye, the two visibly upset. "Chisaki has a daughter, though one without a birth certificate, so the particulars aren't clear. When these two encountered her," Nighteye looked over at Togota and Midoriya. "Her arms and legs were wrapped in a great many bandages."

Immediately, the room goes silent. The Pro Heroes, especially the ones with ample amounts of experience under their belts, knew exactly what Nighteye was referring to. Ryoko felt the breath leave her lungs, as if she had been punched. Her head leans forward, colliding with her hands as she begins to think over the entire situation.

Ryuukyuu spoke first, "It can't be… To do something so hideous,"

"Whaddya expect of this world of super humans? All it takes is the thought and any son of a bitch can do anything." Gran Torino added, but Ryoko kept her head down. The other students were questioning the situation.

"Put it simply, we're saying that they're probably making the bullets out of her body." The students were all stunned. Ryoko's hand drags down her face, coming to rest on her chin as she looks over at Aizawa. He returned her gaze.

"Damn," She mutters. She nods her head a few times, Aizawa looking away. Ryoko sighs, her attention turning back to Nighteye.

"We don't know if they're trafficking them for profit. At their current stage of development, they're not very close to completion. Be that as it may, if, hypothetically, they were using them as a testing phase and using them as a sample for presentations to gather comrades,"

"Proof?" Ryoko speaks, eyes shifting to her. Nighteye looks at her before back down at his papers before him.

"There's no definitive proof." Ryoko gives a nod but Nighteye continues to speak. "However, say they gathered allies all across the country and amassed the funds - what if the completed bullets could take quirks themselves and completely eradicate them…? Many dark, dark ideas spring to one's mind."

"Just imaginin' it's gonna make my bowels seethe with rage! C'mon, we gotta search their hideout!" Fat Gum begins to shout, clenching his fist. The sudden outburst caused Ryoko's eyebrows to lift, eyes turning to the hero.

"So you're saying that if these dudes had been able to take the girl under protection, then this whole problem would've been resolved right then and there!?"

"I take responsibility for all of it," Nighteye speaks, his voice calm and even. "So I'd appreciate it if you didn't put the blame on them. Even though they didn't know about her predicament. They tried their best to save her." Ryoko turns to look at the two students. They both looked visibly upset, angry, and shaken. They abruptly stand from their seats, their chairs flying backwards. "The ones who are most frustrated here and now are these two."

"We won't fail you this time, Eri!" Midoriya shouts.

Togota clenches his fist and jaw, "We'll protect her!"

"Yes, and that will be our goal."

"A rescue mission," Ryoko says, eyes staring off blankly, nodding. She looks at Nighteye, hand rubbing her chin. "A dangerous one at that."

"If she's even still alive." Ryoko turns to the hero, the same one that has been against the interns being there from the very beginning. She could already feel her blood beginning to boil. As if working with Nighteye wasn't enough. "If all your guesses are correct, this leader of theirs probably sees the girl as the core of his plan and someone worth hiding. But there must've been some sorta trouble, because she got out! Not to mention, our junior heroes here got a glimpse of her!"

Ryoko rolls her eyes, putting her elbow down on the table. The motion causes a loud sound to radiate throughout the room. She had gained everyone's attention. "Fucking spit it out all ready." Ryoko motions with her hand at the man.

"If you were him, would you just bring her back to the main hideout? I know I wouldn't." Ryoko's hand goes limp, beginning to process all that he was saying. "We can charge in, guns blazing, but it's all for nothing if she ain't there. Any way to be sure where he's keeping her?"

Ryoko shrugs, Ryuukyuu speaking, "He raises some good questions, Nighteye."

"Even I can't argue with that logic," Ryoko leans back in her chair, elbow sliding off the table as she does.

"Indeed," Nighteye speaks, looking at the hero that raised all the questions. "That is the issue at hand. Beyond the unclear nature and scope of their plan, should we fail to end this decisively in one strike, they won't give us another chance. Which brings us to the organizations Hassaikai has contacted, as well as Hassaikai's verified properties! Through our investigation, we've compiled an extensive list! I'll be asking each of you to check out certain groups and locations on your own. We need to narrow the list down!"

A hero, one Ryoko didn't recognize, begins to speak. "Gotcha. So that's why us minor heroes are here too. Take a look," They gesture to the map displayed on the screen behind Nighteye. "There's a connection between each hero's home territory and the list of locations. We were chosen because of our familiarity with the neighborhoods."

"You're mighty cautious for a former sidekick of All Might, doing things all roundabout like this!" Fat Gum shouted, hands pressed down on the table while he was still standing. "While we're twiddling our thumbs, little Eri's probably out there crying somewhere!"

"We can't do things the way All Might would!" Nighteye spoke, his voice raising in volume slightly. "We must rely on analysis and precaution to raise our odds of saving her as much as possible!"

Ryoko was torn. She agreed with Fat Gum and Nighteye. She knew All Might would have rushed in and smashed the door down. He wouldn't let anything stand between him and an injured child. But she also knew that they needed to move and work based off the information that everyone in the room could gather. She glanced around, many of the heroes beginning to get heated about the entire situation. Gran Torino, Fat Gum, and some others were chattering excessively. But, out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Aizawa raised his hand, gaining the attention of the entire room.

"Um, can I say something?" Nighteye turned to Aizawa. "I'm not exactly sure how your ability works, Sir Nighteye, but why not use your foresight to see what sort of fate awaits us? Going forward without that knowledge seems irrational."

"I, can't do that." Ryoko's head whips to look at Nighteye. She frowns, eyebrows furrowing together as she did. "My ability has limitations. Once activated, it has a twenty-four hour cooldown period. In other words, I can only view one hour of a single person's life each day. The images appear in my mind panel by panel, like a flashback. After using it, it's like I can watch recorded footage of that person's entire life… Think of it that way."

The redhead leans back in her seat, arms crossing as she continues to listen to Nighteye. "But the entirety of the film plays out from a perspective close to the person in question. What I end up seeing is his or her actions and faint glimpses of the surrounding environment."

"That sounds like more than enough. We could still learn plenty." Aizawa continued to look at Nighteye. "So why can't you do it?"

The man leans forward, adjusting his glasses. "Well, for one thing, what if, in the near future, what awaited the person was death? A cruel and merciless death, even. What then?"

Ryoko rolls her eyes. "Now we ask for permission?"

Nighteye's hand drops from his face. "If I am to respect you, then you are to respect me."

Ryoko shrugs, before bringing her hand up and saluting the hero. "Aye, aye Captain." No one moves, Nighteye doesn't even blink, continuing to stare at the redhead. "That was me respecting you believe it or not. You're the main hero on this case so I'm gonna listen to you." Ryoko's hands come up in surrender. "Ask my boss, I salute the man every goddamn day."

Nighteye hesitates for a moment, watching as Ryoko grins at him. He turns his attention back to Aizawa. Her smile falls. "I've trained my quirk to maximize the success rate of every action I take. I use it to all but ensure victory in battle. It's not meant to recklessly view situations with so many uncertainties."

"Seeing if we're gonna die sounds pretty darn useful!" Ryoko turns to look at the hero, the same one that has been complaining about the students. She was really beginning to get tired of his mouth. "Then we could come up with a plan to stay alive!"

"I'm not a fortune teller." Nighteye tells him. "There's no guarantee that the fate I see can be avoided!"

"I don't get it, Nighteye! C'mon. Why don'tcha take a look at me? I'll avoid whatever life's got in store for me!"

Nighteye hung his head. "I can't."

Silence passes over the room. Ryoko glances around. Some heroes were confused, the students not understanding either. Gran Torino, Midoriya, and herself were the only three that knew why Nighteye would not use his quirk. Ryoko shifts in her seat, clearing her throat as she does. "There's a kid to save." Silence remains in the room for another moment before Nighteye abruptly stands up.

"Confirm the girl's location and take measures to save her. Once we're as sure as we can be, let's bring this matter to a swift resolution. I thank you all for your help." Nighteye passed out the case files to everyone in the room before the meeting was over.

Ryoko shifted her weight, hands in her pocket as the elevator doors opened. She steps out, seeing Aizawa and the students of UA. He was standing up talking to them when Ryoko walked over. As she walked over, she squared back her shoulders and put on a grin. Once to her friend, she threw her arm over his shoulder. She looks at the kids, "Look, you guys get him for hours at a time during school. It's my turn to steal him."

The students were silent, staring at the two heroes. Ryoko could see the looks of apprehension on their faces. The meeting was a heavy one, a delicate subject that Ryoko knew the kids had never had to face before. She remembered her first big case. While nothing of the caliber that the students would be facing, it was still dangerous and scary for the redhead.

She takes in a deep breath. "It's a lot." She tells them, arm still around Aizawa's neck. "It's a hell of a first case. I probably would have quit being a hero if this was my first case. But you guys don't know the definition of that word." She gives the students a small smile. "I also know you're not going to idle by while a little girl needs help.

"It's a lot." She repeats, the students still looking at her. "But you guys got this shit." Some students smile back at her. Ryoko rolls her shoulders back, bringing Aizawa in closer to her. "Now, I'm stealing my friend, and there's nothing you can do about it." She sticks her tongue out before the two heroes turn and begin to head towards the exit.

"Where are you dragging me?"

"My place."

"Why?"

"Mic and Midnight will be there."

Aizawa doesn't try to stop Ryoko. He continues to walk with her, hands in his pockets. "Again, I ask why."

"Humor me dude!"

Toshinori walked up the steps of his house, hand reaching for the doorknob. He pauses. He can hear laughter on the other side of the door. It was his girlfriend's laugh, that half giggle half snort he's loves. But he could hear others. Toshinori figures that Present Mic would be inside, but there was more voices inside than that.

He opens the door, stepping inside just in time to hear his fellow teacher, Midnight, say, "You need to get laid!"

Everyone pauses, eyes looking at the open door. The four friends were sat at the dinner table. Midnight had her elbows resting on the table and leaning forward. Aizawa sat across from her, arms folded across his chest and leaning back in his seat. Mic and Ryoko sat across from one another, Mic with his back to the door. Ryoko's hands were in Mic's, the blonde holding a nail polish brush in one hand.

Immediately, Ryoko's face lights up. "Hey babe,"

"Hi honey." Toshinori says, closing the door behind him as the other three said their hellos. He moves to hang his jacket up, eyes still looking at Ryoko. Everyone else's attention had turned back to the dinner table, watching as Mic painted Ryoko's nails.

"How was work?" He asks, knowing she had the meeting with Nighteye. His former sidekick and girlfriend never did seem to get along well. Toshinori still wanted to make sure that things had gone civilly.

Ryoko shrugs, careful not to move her hands too much. "The man can fucking talk." Her eyes remain on her hands, watching as Mic worked.

Toshinori laughed. "So it went well." He began to head towards the stairs.

"Yeah, let's go with that!" Ryoko says, nodding as Toshinori laughs again, disappearing upstairs to change.

Ryoko's eyes flicker to Aizawa. His eyes met her own. She merely gives him a grin before she lets it fall, looking back at her hands. It was a top secret case that the two were on. Ryoko couldn't utter a word, not even to her boyfriend.

AN : Sorry for having this chapter come out a week late! I was quite sick last week and had a busy work week!