"The boss is late today you think she's alright?" Attentively, Haneul questions Kane as she looks over her diary for the day. She then glances over at Kane, seeing him place an ice cream tub of chocolate in the plastic bag.

"She's a grown adult Haneul." Kane sighs as he places some kara mucho in the bag.

"I know that but that doesn't mean I don't worry with what's happening you don't think the stress will lead to her having an off day?" Worriedly, Haneul questions Kane making said male grimace at the thought, a still silence hanging over the two, lingering in the air as the silence speaks golden for them both.

"Look if she has an off day, she has an off day we'll be there for her if it reaches bottoms but for now you got to trust her alright?" Annoyed, Kane grumbles as he then takes out a bag of some sort, a greasy bag plopping it into the plastic bag.

"I guess…" Unsure, Haneul sighs glancing to the side, looking down at the kitten bobble head perched upon her desk, gently placing her forefinger upon it, pressing down on it. She leans over on her desk, her knees nestled on top of the desk. She leans into the plush pillow of her palm, looking down at the bobble head thrashing tis head back and forth.

"Look the boss rarely has a day off. This may be good for her, that girl has no social life with her work maybe this is a day off she deserves. I mean at least I have clubbing and mixing." Unsure, Kane offers, furrowing his brow as he sneaky steals a piece of chicken from the greasy bag popping it into his mouth before taking a small sip of the soda he places in the bag.

"And I have my stitching." Softly, Haneul smiles at the thought looking down at her mug by her side, Iseul-cha resides within said cup as her fingertips brush against the warm mug coat of sorts, wrapped around it as she takes the coated handle of the mug taking a shy sip of her drink and smiling softly at the taste.

"So long as you don't sew anymore sweaters I'm happy." Kane huffs scratching at his neck from the memory.

"I thought you liked that sweater!" Scowling, she places her mug down glaring at Kane.

"Why would the boss and I enjoy the here's our get along sweater!?" Sharply, he demands from her, her and the boss were the laughingstock of their Christmas party last year, they tried to escape but couldn't.

"Well you always showed it to me so I thought you wanted one." Meekly, Haneul confesses shrugging her shoulders making Kane groan.

"I was showing the people trapped in them's reactions." Frustrated, Kane pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Oh." Haneul's greens dilate in realisation finally kicking in.

"Yes oh. Look if the boss wants a day off let her she deserves one besides once she's rested and got that bad funk off her she'll be good for dealing with being in the spotlight." Seriously, Kane tells Haneul as he puts some bag of popcorn in the bag, both sweet and salted, not quite sure which one the boss would prefer he knew one thing for sure, toffee was a definite no go.

"I hope you're right." Haneul sighs crossing her arms over her chest.

"When am I not?" Proudly, Kane places his hands on his hips smirking.

"Weelll…" Uneasily, Haneul glances to the side trailing off just as to their surprise, the elevator door dings open making icy blue meet alarmed green.

"Good morning." Shocked, the two towards a familiar pro strutting in.

"THE FUCK!?" Kane curses.

"O-Oh Hawks good morning!" Swiftly, Haneul tries to recover from Kane's outburst.

"Sorry if I spooked you guys, your boss in?" Curious, Hawks quirks his head to the side.

"Um actually no." Haneul answers.

"No?" Hawks raises a brow.

"Sometimes the boss comes in later." Haneul smiles strained.

"What time?" Hawks asks.

"Why do you ask?" Annoyed, Kane's blue narrow.

"I thought since we'll be working together we need to get to know each other better you know?" Hawks tells the two as a still silence fills the air.

"…Right. Well the boss isn't in today I'm afraid. So you should leave." Politely, Haneul tells him.

"Pulling a sicky? She seemed fine yesterday." Hawks points out.

"Look she isn't in okay? So you can go?" Impatiently, Kane gestures.

"Do you know where she lives?" He asks Haneul making Kane gawk gaping at the blonde brushing him off.

"Why do you want to know?" Wary, Haneul's greens narrow, slowly taking out her staff from her thigh courtesy of the thigh holder strapped to her.

"I simply wish to check if she's alright. She seems quite the hard worker if is bad that I want to look out for a fellow hero?" Hawks shrugs sheepishly smiling.

"Look you wouldn't want to see her right now." Scowling, Haneul huffs.

"Haneul…" Kane furrows his brow at her.

"And why not?" Hawks challenges.

"Look if you really are working for us you need to know the boss can get into these…funks." Tiredly, Kane tells him.

"Funks?" Hawks furrows his brow.

"She gets a bit down so she stays at home." Haneul sighs.

"Alone?" Hawks arches a brow.

"Well she does work from home and if you hadn't noticed her default is anger." Annoyed, Kane deadpans.

"So it's best to just leave her to her own devices?" Skeptical, Hawk crosses his arms over his chest.

"We bring her food sometimes." Shyly, Haneul offers trying to defend themselves.

"Haneul!" Kane snaps scowling at her.

"What we do. Look Hawks is best if you come back tomorrow or after a few days yeah? Please, for yours and the boss's shake it's best to just leave her alone." Peacefully, Haneul tries to explain to him as Hawk simply stares at the two, his once happy go lucky smile long gone, his gold glaring at the bag on the desk.

"Is this normal?" He questions the two.

"If things get stressful sometimes she just needs to take a step back you know?" Haneul tells him.

"I guess…I'll leave you to it. See you guys!" Smiling, Hawks smirks at the two just as both Haneul's and Kane's eyes expand as the bag they had prepared for their boss be swiftly snatched from them by a fleeting feather of raw red, returning to Hawks who happily takes the bag, winking at the two before heading back to the elevator, smiling as the raw red doors slam shut. The elevator heads down as Hawk leaves the agency, heading off to who knows where…

D-Don't…don't look at me…

Shaken, the young brunette resides in her room, her legs curled up to her chest, on her bed, head down, her cheeks hollow, her raw reds once blazing with a furious flame now nothing more than a flickering flame barely blazing as she stares ahead. She feels her back brush against the wall of her room, her shaking strawberry hues glassily glance towards the door, feeling the piercing gaze upon her bed.

DON'T LOOK AT ME!

Fearful raw reds meet a pair of shaking crimson, gazing, gaping at her as she feels her muscles tense up, feeling her heart hammering against her chest as she screams, shouting, screeching at the young blonde boy before her startling him. She grabs her pillow tossing it at him. Teary-eyed, the boy sniffles biting his lip, trying to stop the tears from falling as he flees from her just as she curls in on herself, sobbing, screaming, crying her heart out…

Numbly, Katsumi groans at another vibration from her phone, feeling her blood boil, burn, bubble at her lack of luck today. Why won't people just leave her alone? She liked being alone, she liked it, she was safe, she was secure, she was…

Katsumi flinches form the vibration of her phone, feeling the shar sting in her head as she slams her head into the pillow she clutches, screaming into it muffling her shout as she tries to deal with the emotions flowing through her. Knowing her it'll be mum gain or dad she rather not have to deal with them later on. She reason. Reluctantly, she slowly but surely makes her way towards the phone, shuffling slightly before grabbing hold of the phone, tempted to just break it right there and then, noting her fingertips fidgeting around the shaking, quivering, quaking mess of her phone but…

"Hey buddy…" Hoarsely, Katsumi sighs as she is greeted by the cheery chirpy voice of Fatgum.

"It's too early for this." Tiredly, she groans curling in on herself complaining.

"You know what time it is right?" Fatgum argues as her eyes narrow at the question.

"A number?" Mumbling, she grumbles, her raw reds narrowing at the blaring bright ruby red number upon her alarm clock unable to distinguish the time too tired too done with it all as she simply curls back into the plush pillow curled into her chest.

"Katsu you may not want to look at your page." Sighing, Fatgum tells her as she notes the faint twinge of apologetics in his tired tone making her furrow her brow only then to perk up when noting…

"Wait I have one of those?" Startled, she blinks waking up briefly, her raw reds widening when learning of it, standing up slightly causing the velvet shade of her duvet coiled around her like a bath towel to falter briefly, unveiling the flannel dress shirt she wears, her brown locks spiking up all over the place.

"Did you not know?" Surprised, Fatgum exclaims shock laced in his tone as astonished as her even.

"No." Honestly, she states the fact confessing it as her legs curl close to her chest for her chin to perch itself upon, her eye twitching briefly when her ears perk up at the sound of tweeting from the outside, making her groan internally. Why hadn't she taken care of those birds by now? They came with the apartment, the salesman could have told her that, then again buying seeds for them didn't exactly tell them to leave. Urgh…

"Then who the heck have I been following these past years?" Panicked, Fatgum questions making her flinch from the worry laced in his tone.

"Most likely Kane." Simply, she shrugs stating the fact of the matter, she had remembered Kane pestering her about getting an account, she didn't see the point. She had her families contacts and those that she needed; she didn't need the others. Then Kane said he had two separate accounts one for him and the other for his hero self, mentioning it would help promote his music and announce anything about the podcasts. So, she left him at it, she didn't think he'd make one for her then again this was Kane.

"Look seems people have been saying stuff about us and I'm sorry." Apologetic, Fatgum sighs, no doubt deflating, Katsumi could see it as she gets out her laptop, peering in and seeing the pictures of her and Fatgum eating together.

"Tai it's fine." Firmly, she promises him furrowing her brow at the numerous comments some squealing about it others saying some rather questionable things bringing a brief twitch mark of aggravation to her temple at the sight but she closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to deal with the wave of anger, of disappointment, of numbness combating within her.

"You sure?" Softly, Fatgum asks her clearly concerned noting the brief pang of guilt in his tone making her sigh.

"Yeah. Just don't let these extras get to you." Gently, she tells him slumping her shoulders, she knew how sensitive he could be when it came to his quirk especially when it came to the online world. Urgh…she grimaces at the sharp sting to her temple at the memory.

"You okay though you didn't seem well last night?" Fatgum asks her snapping her out of her thoughts.

"I'm fine I promise." She sighs cradling her temple, tired of reusing the same line over and over.

"Alright take care of yourself alright?" Attentively, Fatgum tells her.

"Yeah, yeah…" She rolls her eyes at him before hanging up and slumping back down on her bed, groaning when feeling the same numbness return, washing over her pinning her back down to the bed. Slowly, she begins closing her eyes about to return to the dark depths of her dreams when…the familiar chirpy chitters of the birds bellow making her raw red twitch, feeling her fingertips fidget, small explosion emitting out of them.

"I swear if those fucking birds don't find somewhere else to nest I'm gonna…" Angrily, she seethes sprouting out of her bed, tossing the duvet to the side seething, snarling striding over to her baloney window, pulling the dark drapes of raw red down, flinch briefly from the bright beam of the sun but she brushes it off as she slams the patio door open, sliding it to the side about to open her mouth about to bark, about to scream at the baby birds when…

"Good morning Bombarda or maybe good afternoon would be better?" Happily, Hawke turns to greet her as she simply stares.

"…" Stunned, she gapes at the blonde before her perched upon her balcony seemingly conversing with the birds nestled in the neck.

"…" His gold gaze into her raw reds flaming flickering, burning brightly blazingly as he opens his mouth only for his gold to widen when seeing the palm stretched out to him, seeing it begin to glow gold as next thing he knew…

"DIE."