Chapter 11

With the first round of sampling completed, they were able to establish a few facts to be true, "One," Nanami began as she stood at the whiteboard, "Though we're aging, our health isn't declining. It seems like our growth patterns are relatively normal, but overhaul seems to be preemptively fixing any of the normal degradation that comes with aging."

"Sounds too fantastical. It almost implies the quirk makes us immortal."

"Well, considering the world we live in, nothing seems too fantastical anymore, really. I mean, I personally know a guy with a dog head."

"Point taken. However, this type of 'immortality' is better described as 'quasi-mortality'."

"Is that even a thing?"

"You and I exist so I'd say it is now. Our aging may be drastically slowed if not halted, but it would be a stretch to say we'll never die."

She shrugged in acceptance as she wrote the new term on the board. "Two, our blood had some odd property to it that I haven't seen before. Like there's some extra protein-coated cells/structures just floating around—I have no idea what they do. We'll have to compare more in the next round of control samples from people with high-level quirks, but I didn't see it in the last batch of control samples, so I'm betting this is unique to us."

"'Protein-coated structures'? Sounds like a vi…"

"Don't…" She raised a hand, brining it to rub the bridge of her nose,"Don't say it."

"You're right, the data speaks for itself. Continue, doctor." He replied smugly, Nanami letting out an exasperated sigh. If she heard the v-word one more time out of him today, she was sure she'd lose it.

"ANYWAY, onto three: there are no anomalies or strange reactions between us."

"False. In fact, it's time you held up your end of the bargain." interjected Overhaul.

Feigning innocence, Nanami continued writing on the board, "What ever do you mean?"

"Don't play games. Teach me how you negate overhaul."

She still wasn't very excited to teach someone who was already dangerous how to become even stronger, but a deal was a deal. "Fine, I'll bequeath you some of my vast knowledge," she said as he rolled his eyes at her, "and immediately after, you're going to teach me a new move."

"…Fine." He relented.

"Perfect. Roll up your sleeves and let's head to the arena." She strutted over to the coat rack, hanging up her garment, wearing a sleeveless blouse underneath.

Once in the room he raised his brows expectantly, "Well, start bequeathing."

"So, I was equally confused when it first happened but after trying to replicate my reaction while monitoring my vitals, I noticed a blip but couldn't explain it at first. Then I heard something interesting while they were rerunning one of those old hero documentaries: 'Whole-Hog'." He listened intently, beginning to piece together where she was going with the explanation. "It sounds bit silly, but what it really means in this context is a full body application of your quirk. In essence, when you... attacked me," at this she could see the slightest bit of regret in his features as he shifted his weight, glancing away when her voice became small, remembering the incident. "when you attacked me, my fight or flight response was triggered, and so was my quirk."

"But nothing happe… Oh." He said as he caught her drift.

"Exactly! They cancelled each other out. You can't disassemble something that's already disassembling and reassembling itself."

"Hm. I see." He said, nodding, his interest now very piqued. "…You know what my next question is."

Taking a deep breath, Nanami composed herself, "Well I didn't wear this shirt for nothing. Let's do this." She said, holding her arms out, palms facing upwards. The Nanami from a couple of months ago would have doubled over at the irony of willingly offering her arms up for his experimentation, but even she had to acknowledge things had changed. She could defend herself, and though his motives were still a up for debate, she was certain that they were equal allies in this. Though his word was reason enough, he was logical above all else and to be frank, hurting her had become… counterproductive. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them taking off his gloves. He paused, inspecting her arms, "and yes I sanitized them thoroughly before this." She responded to the question he hadn't voiced yet.

Waiting for a final nod from her to ensure she was ready, he grabbed both of her forearms, "On three, activate it. One… Two… Three."

She felt him grip slightly tighter at three, yet nothing happened just like before. She looked up at him triumphantly, now confident it was a tried-and-true method. "Now, it's your turn—If you don't mind me touching, that is," she quickly corrected. He had allowed her to touch him before, but it felt wrong to take it as precedence. What if he's changed his mind and finds it unbearably repulsive? She would be the first to admit she didn't understand the mysophobia, but knew if she had it she would want people to at least try and be respectful, Hardened criminal or not, trauma's still trauma~.

A look of gratitude flashed across his features before he could suppress it, his face returning expressionless as he offered his forearms to her, mirroring her gesture. He was seldom surprised, but she managed, frequently. Very few people had willingly shown him consideration. To be given it without inciting fear or threats—it was foreign, but far from unappreciated. It was a respect borne from a place he'd never been to. Realizing she was still waiting for a response, he shook off the moment, responding simply, "Do what you must, I shower immediately after all of our sessions anyway."

"Great, I'll give you a countdown, ok?" She said, trying not to take his comment personally. "One… Two… Three…" She said as he winced ever-so-slightly. If they weren't so close, she might not have noticed. "Hey, nerve fibres, remember? It doesn't have to hurt." She encouraged. He studied her for a minute before giving a subtle nod. "Let's try again. One… Two… Three." This time, it worked, neither of them feeling a thing. She looked up and caught a glint in his eyes Is he smiling under there? She found herself wishing she could see it fully, committing the features she could see to memory. His messy brown hair, the squareness of his jaw, the subtle wrinkle between his brows from frowning so regularly, his piercing gaze as he was looking right back at he—omg how long have I been staring she realized, now a bit embarrassed. She quickly looked away, letting go of his forearms, resisting the urge to maintain contact.

He studied her for a beat longer before slowly lowering his arms and clearing his throat, neither aware that the urge had been mutual. "Now, for my part. Go stand in the corner."

"NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORN—"

"I swear if you do another pop culture reference, I will lock you in here until Monday." He said sternly, though the threat was meant to be playful.

She flinched ever-so-slightly at thought of being confined, a genuine look of terror in her eyes for a split second before she could remember to respond normally, It was just a joke. Calm down. No one is ever going to do that to us again… We're safe now. She thought, shaking off the memory his joke had triggered, "Ok, Negative Nancy." She said rolling her eyes as she walked to the other side of the room.

He silently took note of her reaction, now curious. Deciding it was best not to pry, he began, "This is useful for both evasion and combat. It's relatively simple, but the scale is large so be mindful of your stamina when using it. Watch and study the structures carefully." He walked back to the opposite side of the room, turning to face her as he neatly pulled up his pant legs to kneel. Inhaling deeply, he pressed his hands to the ground and dozens of very large spikes erupted from the floor and across the room, stopping a safe distance from her. She walked up the one of the structures, studying it with her hands to gauge its dimensions. They looked simple enough, but she could tell they were modeled after wave breakers; one intertwining to reinforce the other. She walked back to her spot, and he deconstructed his work and waited.

Focusing, she mimicked his movements, quickly realizing he hadn't been exaggerating the stamina requirement. After creating the first 5 or 6 she began to feel the fatigue.

"Take your time. You can pick up speed once you've mastered the first dozen." He coached.

Wait, was that… encouragement? She commented inwardly. The thought that he might be manipulating her crossed her mind as it always did, but this interaction felt different. Enjoying this side of him and not wanting to risk him clamming up again, she accepted the encouragement in stride. She nodded thoughtfully, practicing again and again and again. She figured he'd be too impatient to wait for her to get it right since it only took him two tries to learn her technique, but instead he regarded her quietly, giving hints and critique when needed.

After an hour of this, she was finally able to fully replicate his example. He gave the structures an appraising look before nodding in approval. Nanami deconstructed them, reverting the room to its original state. Breathing heavily, she knew she was exhausted enough to pass out then and there, but still wanted to press on and return to the lab to work.

Exhaling, she began to walk back to the lab as he followed behind. Once in the main room, she went to the large sink at one of the lab benches to scrub her hands, realizing she'd been rubbing her hands on the floor for the past hour. He came beside her, doing the same, but of course more vigorously. As he stood beside her, she wondered why he decided to be so close. He'd seemingly tolerated the proximity before, but never sought it out. As they continued to scrub in silence, she accidently brushed up against his hand with her own. "Oh, I'm so sorr—"

"It's fine." He said cutting her off, though it didn't feel rude.

"Oh. Ok."

Clearing her throat, she continued washing, biting her lip as she tried to think of something to say. Usually the silence wasn't a big deal, but today, there was a tension in the air. She felt hyperaware of him and that they were alone as she could feel him stealing glances in her direction. She went to grab a paper towel to dry off, deciding to try and fill the air, "I know it was a trade, but thanks for being so patient with—" she stopped short realizing they'd turned towards each other at the same time, making them much too close, her nose almost brushing against his chest. Against her better judgment, she craned her neck to look up. His eyes boring into hers as he remained silent. She felt her heart racing as they stayed seemingly frozen in place, close enough to feel the other's body heat. There was a shift in the air, his expression unreadable, but far from blank. Nothing was happening at present, but she felt whatever situation they were in was coming to a head and the thought of the outcome had her heartbeat creeping up her throat.

"I should go home and get some rest." She blurted out.

"Yes, you should go." He responded, but it wasn't as convincing as it should have been.

What the hell is going on here… she thought incredulously though they were both equal participants in the tense exchange, whatever it was. Composing herself, she gathered the strength to look away, hurrying over to dry her hands and create distance between them. She hurriedly gathered her bag and notes, rambling as she went about various lab work and their schedule for next week. She began briskly walking towards the door, continuing to fill the air with words, his eyes never leaving her.

"… and then we can move to the next set of samples for testing and—"

"Watanabe." She immediately got quiet upon hearing him say her name without the usual formality and in a tone she wasn't used to.

"…Yes?" She cautioned a glance to see him struggling to respond, his usually calm expression now conflicted.

"… Never mind. It's not important. I'll see you on Monday." He said, seemingly trying to convince himself. Of what, she wasn't sure.

"Oh, alright. See you then." She managed to get out. Why do I feel…disappointed? Whatever…This is just one of those awkward moments. I just need a nap. She reassured herself before promptly leaving intent on ignoring the warmth coming to her cheeks.

Rushing to her car, Nanami tried her best to take her mind off of whatever the hell that was back there… she thought, shaking her head. Turning up the music in her car, she began making a weekend checklist of all her errands. She was planning on eating in more so she'd have more control over her diet, wanting to maintain the great shape she'd gotten in since training with Rappa. After their second life or death battle, he'd come to respect her and they became like workout buddies. Workout buddies who almost killed each other a couple times, but hey, at least he's upfront and a great spotter.

Considering what she'd been through, Nanami thought she would have gone mad already, but found herself adapting instead. Maybe it was because her career exposed her to a lot of brutality on a regular basis. Being a doctor in a world with quirks meant the injuries and illnesses grew more inventive and vicious with each generation. Or maybe it was simply normal human adaptation, and consistency informed her new "normal". Either way, she promised herself not to let it change her for the worst. She'd been through too much to give in now, or ever. She confirmed to herself.

Lost in thought, she had arrived home in a flash. Walking up to her door, she felt something was off and immediately went on guard, glancing around for any signs of disturbance before she opened the door. Thinking it was best not to be in the open if her feeling was correct, she hastily grabbed her keys. As soon as she turned the lock, someone large came up from behind, covering her mouth and forcing her inside, the door slamming closed after them. She was dragged in, thrashing about as the hand on her mouth continued to stifle her.

"This her?" asked the man restraining her.

Another man had followed them inside. He scanned her up and down before pulling out his phone, looking between her and a picture he had of her on his phone. "Yup, definitely her… Clip her wings. She'll travel easier that way." He said, a smile creeping across his face.

"I'd love to. Those Shie Hassakai bastards are gonna regret underestimating us," the man from behind her began before whispering in her ear, "I dunno what your quirk is, but the boss wants you something fierce. Be a good girl and cooperate and it won't hurt…too much" he chuckled. "Now hold her arms out." He asked the other man as he approached.

Nanami knew if she let panic set in, it would be over. So instead, she chose rage. It's just like biting a tough carrot…In the next moment, she opened her mouth wide behind the assailant's hand, clamping down like a vice. Blood gushed into her mouth and as the other man lunged forward, she did her best llama impression, spitting the thick, coppery substance into his eyes. She ducked as the men toppled over each other. She saw them both clearly now and was able to size them up. They both wore black jumpsuits and black knit caps. She didn't recognize them, but they certainly had an idea of who she was.

"You bitch…" one seethed as he was rubbing the blood from his eyes, the other still writhing on the floor. He went to grab her and she dodged, quickly grabbing and transforming her kettle, landing a blow under his ribs, hearing them crack under the pressure... Someone her size usually wouldn't be able to cause so much damage, but she'd made metal gauntlets on the fly to mimic Rappa's, adding another layer of force. They weren't nearly as fast as her workout buddy and she landed another to his gut, causing him to double over. Just as she was about to strike again, the other man began to charge at her having given up the search for his fingers for the time being. He was twice her size and his quirk gave him the look of a rhino with a large horn and stocky built; she knew taking him head on was out of the question. As he charged, she redirected his momentum, moving aside as he landed harshly on the couch, breaking it in half under his weight. Both men arose, now very angry with her. She was trying to strategize as they stalked closer backing her into a corner by the entrance. Panic was beginning to set in until the door blew off the hinges and into the assailants, knocking them across the room and into the kicthen. Hyperventilating she didn't know who would be at the door, but a sense of relief like she'd never felt before came over her as she saw her least favorite lab partner. Overhaul glanced over at her, and she tried to steady herself against the wall to rise and continue fighting. Giving her a grave look, he commanded" Stay right there."

The men groaned, trying to shake off what had to be severe concussions from the impact. A look of recognition, then fear came across their features as he stalked towards them, removing his other glove. As he reached out to touch them, Nanami found her voice, "Wait! Don't kill them. Please."

"This is not the time for weakness."

"Not wanting to kill people is not weak, j-just stop and think for a second." She pleaded trying to figure out how to best reason with him," you can't interrogate dead guys!"

He paused. "Which one spoke the most to you?"

Trying to answer the question quickly she stammered," I—I—The rhino-looking one?"

"Be certain."

Clearing her throat, she was beginning to calm down," I'm sure. It was that one."

"Good. Now look away."

"But I—"

He turned and gave her a look that said negotiations were over. She hesitantly turned away before hearing the other man "No, no, n—" then a splatter and silence.

She heard Overhaul exhale before discarding his gloves and pulling out a new pair. He speed-dialed someone, calmly explaining he needed some "garbage picked up". In the next couple minutes, a van arrived driven by some familiar faces she'd seen around the hideout as they nodded to her, dragging out the other man who was now gagged and very traumatized. After they left, he turned to her, walking over calmly. From behind him she could see the corner completely covered in blood. She was grateful not to have seen it happen.

"What are you doi—why did you come here?" was the first thing that came to mind. She knew he knew where she lived, but never imagined he'd make a casual house call.

He went back by the door, bending down to pick up a mass of white fabric, "You practically ran out of the lab today leaving your jacket. I was going to ignore it, but then your phone started ringing. Your carelessness saved you."

"Pfft..haha.. hahaahahahahahah. Oh my gosh…bahahaa"

"… What's so amusing?"

Catching her breath, Nanami tried to stop laughing. It was probably partly exhaustion, but the whole situation was just so bad she had to laugh. "It's just… I almost got kidnapped by a couple dudes who wanted to 'clip my wings', my lab partner is a yakuza head, and my apartment is trashed. It's not particularly 'amusing' per se, but I just had a brawl in my living room and I gotta clean some dude off my wall now. And it's just… it's just a lot and I—I don't know how to react. I'm not like you, I'm not used to this" She ended, swallowing heavily.

He studied her for a beat, "Where is your bleach?"

"What?"

"Nothing can be done about the other things you mentioned, but your apartment is filthy. Let's start by fixing that." He replied plainly.

Sniffling, she agreed, "Under the sink, to the left."

For the next hour Nanami fixed her furniture, the sound of scrubbing and the presence of another person the only things keeping her together. Looking around, the place was good—well better than new. Examining the wall, she couldn't find a trace of evidence that a man had been splattered across it earlier.

"Wow you're really good at this, how'd you know how to get out blood stai—Ah. Forget I asked"

He gave a quick huff, and she made a B-line to her bag, grabbing her planner and a pen. He narrowed his eyes at her in disapproval. "Is now really an appropriate time for that? I didn't even laugh."

"One, that may not count as a laugh for a normal person, but it certainly does for you. And two, I feel like just for tonight, we can set aside the pretense of 'appropriateness'." She hummed, marking down another tally mark. Suddenly realizing it could be taken another way she corrected, "I mean as far as joking and stuff, not like…"

"Like what?" He asked innocently enough but she remembered their weird moment earlier that evening and suddenly the room felt much smaller.

"N-Nothing. Nevermind. I dunno what I'm saying."

"Hm."

Suddenly a car honked from outside and Nanami flinched like she'd been hit. She was taking it well, but she'd be lying if she said tonight hadn't been jarring. Regaining her composure, she took deep breaths, trying to hide how shaken she'd been from the attack. Being alone sounded terrifying at the moment, but she knew she couldn't ask him to stay. Accepting reality, she decided to rip off the band-aid.

"Hey… Thank you. You know you don't have to –"

He ignored her, surveying the place, "I'm going to check for bugs and any tracking equipment. They seemed to have been watching you for a while to have timed this so well." He glanced, giving her a once over, "In the meantime, you should take a bath. You're filthy."

Looking at the bloodstains on her clothes and general dishevelment, she wasn't in a position to disagree, "Sounds logical to me," she responded quietly as she made her way to the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway "And when I get out…"

"I'll be here." He said simply though his gaze was softer than she was used to.

She nodded, giving him a small smile, grateful to have a partner.