The next morning, Michiru was woken from the pattering of the shower. Groggily, the aqua haired woman opened her eyes and climbed out of bed. She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Haruka, hurry up, I have to shower, too!" Michiru commanded, grinning. "Come in and join me!" Haruka yelled back, and Michiru quickly opened the door. She entered the bathroom, quickly undressed and hopped into the shower, where Haruka just was washing her hair. "Morning, love." Haruka grinned, and the two of them shared a short kiss. "Did you enjoy last night?" the blonde then asked, a mischief glint in her eyes. Michiru just nodded and smiled at her love. "We should start the agency today." The aqua haired woman then said. Haruka squeezed her eyes shut while she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and nodded. "Blow blall ble blane blt?" she bubbled through the water that ran over her face, and Michiru laughed. Haruka shook her head and asked again: "How shall we name it?" Michiru thought for a moment before she called out: "Agency Wolf!" Haruka grinned. "Sounds good. We also need some kind of slogan…something like Agency Wolf – We Help The Helpless." "That sounds good." Michiru agreed. Haruka smiled and turned the water off, leaving Michiru pouting. "And how am I supposed to take a shower now?" she finally asked, and Haruka chuckled. "I have to get out now, or I'll turn into a fish." She said, and Michiru shook her head. "First you ask me to join you, and then you leave after two minutes. That is so unfriendly." Haruka grinned and shrugged. "I'll make breakfast while you take your shower." Before Michiru could reply anything, the blonde had jumped out of the shower and left the bathroom.
When the aqua haired woman had finished her shower, she walked into the kitchen, already awaiting a disaster – like it always happened when Haruka tried to make breakfast. Instead of a burning kitchen, Michiru was astonished to see that the blonde had made a huge breakfast, complete with waffles, bacon, ham and eggs and so on. "Haruka!" Michiru called out. "Since when are you able to cook like that?" Haruka smiled. "Well, I lived alone for six months now, and I had to learn how to cook for myself. After all, I couldn't feed on convenience food all the time, I would've turned into a ball." Michiru giggled and took a seat while Haruka walked over to the coffee machine to get the fresh coffee. She poured some of it into the cup of Michiru, then also sat down. While the two women had their breakfast, Michiru was brought to a laughter fit when Haruka used her claws to cut the bacon, after the knife didn't cut it like she wanted it to. "Haruka! You can't cut food with those claws, after all, they are inside you!" the aqua haired woman scolded. Haruka just shrugged and teased Michiru by spiking a piece of bacon on her claw and eating it from the metal. Michiru rolled her eyes and stated matter-of-factly: "Maybe you learned to cook, but you still have no manners!" Haruka laughed, and after a second of glaring, Michiru joined her.
Later that day, Michiru called the Tokyo Times and informed them about the new agency, asking for an advertisement in the next issue. The reporter Michiru talked to was eager to find out as much as possible about Haruka, but Michiru refused to tell him anything. "The wolf will give an interview someday." The aqua haired woman said, while Haruka frowned behind her – she hated interviews. When Michiru had finished her call, Haruka glared at her. "Why an interview? I don't wanna give an interview!" she whined. Michiru smiled. "But you'll have to. Otherwise, people won't know that you opened an agency. You are some kind of folk hero, you know." Haruka grinned. "I think I like that." Her grin vanished when she saw Michirus weird look. "What is it?" the blonde asked, and Michiru pointed to her love's face. "Haruka, you should shave. Do you know that you are growing a beard?"
Haruka stood in front of the bathroom mirror, cursing while she used Michirus Lady Shaver to get rid of her beard. Michiru stood behind her, giggling. "Is that a side effect of that metal?" she finally asked, and Haruka nodded. "Yeah. The beard started to grow one week after I ran away from the state's cold storage." "How can that be?" Michiru asked, astonished. "I don't know." Haruka admitted. "Maybe it has something to do with my increased healing rate. I won't get older for a long time, too, and maybe my hair grows faster now…fast enough to make me grow a beard once a week." For some reason, Michiru thought of that fact as something extremely funny, and she cracked up. Haruka frowned at her. "That is so not funny, Michiru." "Oh, yes, it is!" Michiru panted between her laughter fits. Haruka just shook her head and continued her shaving.