Rising early, Emi got dressed and ready for the day. She made her way to the United Nations headquarters, where she was to meet Nezu and the other government figures working behind the scenes for Japan and the U.S.

Wandering around town, Emi soon found the subway system to take her to where she needed to go. Transferring between subway trains, it wasn't long until she met with the rest of the representatives of this mission. Honestly, she was surprised that Shota didn't fight her as she got out of bed and got ready to leave the apartment. Maybe, he didn't know that she left the apartment even.

Entering the meeting room where they indicated to her to meet them, the door quickly closed behind her locking in place. Slightly turning her head to look behind her, she noticed that everyone else was already seated at the tabling, waiting for her to seat herself. Advancing toward the table, she sits down, allowing herself to get comfortable.

Setting her bag on the table, she takes out the file she had taken yesterday. She had looked it over some, but with Shota showing up, there wasn't much that could be done. Placing it on the table, she pushed it forward the government officials. "Here is the file. I've glanced through it, but nothing more."

Allowing them to take the file and check over it, she watched as they passed it down to the heads in the room. Glancing over at Nezu, she makes eye contact with him, unsure about what she should tell him about Shota.

"Miss Fukukado, we've been informed that your name may change in the future. Is there some way to prevent that?"

Startled from their words, Emi stutters, unable to hide her feelings, "What...what...do, you mean?"

"We've been told that you and Mr. Shota Aizawa are engaged to be married. Is that still in the works or have you changed your plans? From everything we've heard, it's been complicated between the two of you. Is that not true?"

Wanting to turn away, she knew she couldn't since she had to lie. Keeping all her emotions in, she glared at Nezu. Concluding that Nezu didn't know about Shouta being here, she knew that she couldn't spill any info about her fiance to him. Acting clueless, Emi wasn't aware of how Nezu and Shouta's relationship was at the moment except that they didn't finish on great terms.

"Yeah, we're still engaged to be married, but I haven't talked to him in the last two weeks. I would have to guess that our engagement is going to break considering he hasn't contacted me."

Pressing his fingertips together, Nezu carefully thought through Emi's words. "Ah. Well, Shota Aizawa decided to resign on a short notice. He claimed that he was going to find you. I'm not sure how he is going to accomplish that since this is New York City we're talking about. He made it sound like the two of you were inseparable." Pausing, he studied Emi, wondering if she knew anything about this. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, Emi? Would you? It would be an utter shame if you were lying."

Emi froze every muscle in her body. She knew she was a horrible liar, but she had to convince this room that Shota hadn't contacted her since she left Tokyo. "No. I know nothing. I told you that already."

Nodding, Nezu added more to the load. "If you see Shota or he tries to have any contact with you, contact us immediately. Do you understand, Emi? There can't be any contact with him. Unless...Yes. I've figured it out, it would be best for you to break things off with Shota."

Widening her eyes, Emi's heart stop. She couldn't fathom what Nezu and the rest of the board agreed to. Why? He was all she had. He was the only individual that matter to her and they were going to take it away. "Why?"

Cocking his Nezu, he smirked. "It sounds like you still have feelings for the young fellow, Emi. Let's just say if you don't, matters could get much worse and Eri could get involved too."

Discussing a few more matters, Emi had left the United Nation headquarters for her apartment. She had lied. She wasn't a liar, but she didn't tell the truth that was for sure.

Outside her apartment door, Emi stood there, contemplating her life. Was this worth it? How was she to go about this? She didn't understand why she had to break it off. Shota meant so much to her. And, she would be alone forever because she could never love anyone else the same way. Nezu knew Emi had Shota at her place. He had to.

Opening the door, she found Eri and Shota baking something. "What are you two up to? Are you making a mess in my kitchen?" Emi joked.

Snickering, Shota turned around, "Eri said she wanted to surprise you. So, we made a coffee cake."

"Here you go!" Eri exclaimed. She was holding the plate up for Emi to grab from her.

Taking the plate, Emi smiled, "Thank you! Have you tried it yet, Eri?"

"No."

"What!" Setting the plate down, Emi picked the small girl up and carried her to a chair. Walking back to get the desert, she grabbed a fork and sat down next to Eri. "I want you to try it first."

Frowning, Eri pouted, "But we made it for you!"

Turning her head, Emi made eye contact with Shota. It seemed that he felt the same way that Eri did about the cake. Sighing, she took her fork and had a bite of the cake.

"How is it?" Eri asked with her fists clenched.

"It's really good! Thank you, Eri and Shota. Aren't you two going to have any?"

Looking at Shota, Eri got up and got herself a plate.

Taking a piece, Shota made his way over to the table with a cup of coffee. "Here, I don't know if you've had a cup or not, already."

Glancing up at her fiance, she couldn't help, but think about how caring he was. He was everything a woman could dream for in a husband. "Thank you." Picking the cup up, she brought it to her lips.

"Mama?"

Setting the cup down, Emi felt the tears coming. Focused on holding them back, she responded, "Yes, love?"

"When are we going to go back to Japan?"

Unable to answer, Emi covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her cries.

Stunned, Shota shot Eri "the go to your room" look. There was something telling him this wasn't meant for a little ones ears. Kneeling down next to her chair, he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Emi, what's on your mind?"

With nothing coming out, she pushed her chair back only to get picked up by Shota.

"Emi, you're not going to avoid the question. There is something wrong and both of us know that."

More tears were flowing down her cheeks than before, but she had to fight through this for herself. "Shota...we...w-we...have…"

"Yes? We have what?" He repeated, attempting to aid her through the process.

"To...break…"

Already knowing what she was getting at, Shota's whole body tensed up. Staring at her with seriousness, he acknowledged what she said by restating what she said. "You want us to break up? Is that what you're getting at?"

Nodding, Emi couldn't wrap her mind around what she just did. He was the love of her life and she was going to throw him away like nothing.

"Why?" Shota asked with no emotion in his voice.

Stuttering, Emi knew she was about to have a mental breakdown. "It's...f-for...t-the...b-best."

Letting her to the ground, Shota walked away for a moment.

Following after him, Emi found him with his hand clenched. "S-Shota…"

Slamming his fists down on the counter, he leaned on it with his hair over his face. "What…"

"Please don't do this…" She muttered with fingers over her mouth.

Pushing himself up, he stumped toward her. Lifting his face, he scowled, "You know what, Emi? Your body is telling me something completely different than what you're telling me you want."

Realizing he could read her quite well, she lost balance, falling onto the floor. Sobbing, she covered her face with her hands, hoping he would leave her alone.

Grimacing at the sight, he was done with whatever she suggested she wanted. Picking her up, he threw her over his shoulder.

"Shota Aizawa! Put me down right now!"

Throwing her onto their bed, he demanded, "This whole thing is bullshit, Emi. I don't believe you when you say that is what you want."

Triggered by his words, Emi entered a mental breakdown. She couldn't handle this. "I-I...I...don't…"

Rolling his eyes, Shota sat on the bed. Grabbing Emi under her arms, he pulled her up into his arms. "Emi, what the fuck is going on here?"

Burying her face into his chest, she sought to get away from answering the question.

Lifting up her face firmly with her hand, Shota looked her in the eye, restating his question, "Emi, what the hell is happening here? This is not you. I know this isn't what you want."

Making her best effort to calm herself down, Emi replied, "It's not what I want."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aizawa groaned, "Then why did you suggest it? Did someone tell you to do that?"

Frozen, Emi knew he could read from her expression that someone did.

Pressing his lips together, he mulled over how to respond. He wasn't expecting that.

"They said that Eri would end up getting hurt if I didn't."

Furrowing his brows, Shota insisted, "Emi, tell me who they are? Is it more than two people?"

Unable to take her eyes off of his, she agreed, "Yes…"

Glancing down, Shota muttered under his breath, "Shit...Who are they, Emi?"

"I'm telling you too much...Shota, I can't tell you.." She argued.

Calmly, Shota asked again, "Who are they, Emi?"

"The United States and Japanese Government."

Staring down at the floor, Shota attempted to put the pieces all together. "That makes no sense, Emi. Why would the government care about our relationship?"

"I'm not sure." She answered with uncertainty.

Looking back at his fiancee, he considered many different possibilities. She was the only one who had to have contact with them though. "Emi, why were you contacting the Japanese and United States government?"

Avoiding the question, she turned her head. A firm hand gripped her jaw, making her answer. "I work for them…"

Baffled, Shota knew they couldn't end there. "This is why you are here, isn't it? I need you to explain everything to me, Emi. Do you understand?"

Shaking her head, Emi interjected, "I can't Shota. I'm only making things worse. I can't have you or Eri getting hurt because of my foolishness."

Resting a finger on Emi's lips, he confronted her, "Emi, we can only fix this if you let me on in it."

Pressing her lips together, she contemplated whether to share anything or not. Knowing that she already told too much, she sighed. "Shota, you're going to hate me for going through with this...for agreeing to it."

Disagreeing, he pulled her closer to him. Before saying anything, Shota lightly gripped her face, adjusting it so they made eye contact with one another. "Emi, I promise I won't say anything about you. I need you to realize that we will work through this together."

Struggling to breathe out, she complied with him. "I've been living undercover under the name, Aria Takahashi for a while now. Ever since Eri has been going to school, I've been working for the Japanese and United States government. They wanted someone who wasn't very involved in the hero industry anymore and who could easily change their identity by slowly changing my appearance."

Narrowing his eyes, Shota glowered. "That's why you did that? I thought it was because you wanted to? I won't lie to you, I hate your hair being brown instead of it's usual seafoam green color."

Pouting, she stuck out her bottom lip before looking away with her arms crossed. "Well, your opinion doesn't count! It's my hair, I can do what I want with it."

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her wrist. Pulling her into his arms so that she was against his chest, he teased her, "So, my opinion doesn't matter one bit? Okay, I'll just allow you to dress however the hell you want. I'm sure all men would be staring all night."

Flustered, she calls him out, "Shota, will you stop it...I didn't mean it that way and you knew that. All you're doing is making me feel like I am the problem. Is that what you want? I'll just stop existing!"

Pressing his lips together, he glared at her. "Emi, don't say that. You're not a problem. You just get yourself into a lot of them…"

Tearing up, Emi struggled to get away. "Shota, let me go. I need to be alone…"

Tightening his grip on her, he refused to let her go, "Emi...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that. You know that I love you more than anything in this world, but you make me worry too often."

Still pursing in getting away from her fiance, she pushed as hard she could. "Shota, I swear if you don't let me go now, I'm going to beat you up."

Smirking, he tugged her into his arms once more. "Hmmm, be careful, Emi. I might like that."

Scoffing, Emi gave him an evil eye. She knew it was hopeless for her to ever get away, but the amount that he was teasing her was too much. "Shota, stop...I can't deal with this…" Finally breaking down, she sobbed into Shota's chest.

Intertwining his fingers in her hair, he embraced her in his arms. "Emi, we'll figure it out together...Please allow me to help you with this. I need you to trust me."

Gasping, all she could do was nod her head in agreement. It was too much to think about how they were all going to be affected because of her choice to work for the government. "I'm...sorry…i-it's...all my...fault."

Lifting her head up with a finger, he softly assured her, "Emi, it's not your fault. We'll get through this, alright?"

"No! I won't allow it, Shota. You and Eri should not have to suffer just because of me! So, leave me be and leave while you can…" She cried. With steady tears streaming down her cheeks, all she wanted to do was hide. "Shota, please let me go. I don't want to talk about this anymore…"

Complying with what she wanted, he loosened his grip on her. Allowing her to stand, he watched as she walked away. "Emi…"

Stopping at the door frame of the bedroom, she slightly turned her head. "I can't Shota, not when I'm risking your safety along with Eri's. I can't...Shota." Pressing her hand against her face, Emi coping with her decision. Unable to deal with it any longer, she collapsed onto the floor. Rolling onto her side, she laid there balling.

Getting up, Shota went over to her. Kneeling on the ground, he pushed her hair out of her face. "Emi, let's just take a break, okay?" Without waiting for her response, he picked her up bridal style. Setting her down on the bed once again, he crawled over her. Laying next to her, he wrapped her into an embrace. Pressing his lips against her forehead, he swore, "Emi, I need you to know that I'm going to stick with you no matter the circumstances, alright?"

"Okay." Staring into his chest, she still felt she was to blame for this whole situation.

Stroking her hair, he waited until she eventually fell asleep to do the same. Kissing her forehead again, he whispered, "I love you, Emi."