That first night Nanami was awoken by the sound of the front door and a heavy sigh from a familiar voice. She glanced at the clock to see it was 2:30 am, a feeling a bit of empathy as she remembered all the 12-hour shifts she pulled, only to return to an empty place and heat up leftovers from the night before. He was probably doing the opposite of ~*saving lives*~ during his long shifts, but the sentiment remained. She heard him walking into the kitchen as the steps on hardwood turned to tile and he opened the pantry then subsequently the microwave. By 3:15 am she heard his shower going as she fell back asleep, wondering how he kept up with this schedule, his consistent grumpy mood suddenly making more sense.
By morning Nanami's alarm for 5:30 am began blaring and she hurriedly shut it off, knowing they were only a room apart, but not how heavy a sleeper he was. Hoping she hadn't awoken him, she quietly went through her morning routine and slipped into her workout gear. Since her training, she'd gotten back into running, and morning jogs were the only ones she had the time or energy for. On paper, any kind of jogging sounded tedious, but she found a certain peace in being able to clear her mind and get the blood flowing before beginning her day. Grabbing her headphones and phone, she quietly opened the door to her room before gently closing it. She crept down the hallway, looking back to his room to find the door still closed. He must be asleep still. Better make this quick. She thought before continuing down the hall. The sun was streaming in, but the kitchen and living room lights were off, further strengthening her confidence. As she rounded the corner, she sa— "Aggh!" There he was with his back turned, leaning on the counter. He had on a baseball cap, dust mask, sweatshirt and gym shorts with compression tight underneath, all black.
Overhaul calmly turned his head at the sudden noise as though he'd been expecting it, "You didn't really think I wouldn't notice you leaving, did you?"
"Wha—no, way. I was just gonna…" his bored expression let her know that whatever half-baked explanation she planned on selling, he wasn't buying it, "Ok, you caught me."
"You cannot be outside alone. What part of 'there's a price on your head' are you not getting?"
A defeated look crossed her features as she realized he was right. For at least a couple weeks, she needed to lay low. It wasn't an unreasonable request, and she knew it. "You're right…" She began as she turned to go back to her room.
"Where are you going?"
The question caught her off-guard as she turned, confused, "To change?"
"I had plans to go on a run myself. You can join, if you behave." He said plainly, as he headed to the doorway to put on his shoes. In any other circumstance she'd complain about being treated like a child, but considering she'd literally just gotten caught trying to sneak out like a teenager, she thought it best to spare him the retort and herself the hypocrisy.
"…Fine. Lead the way~"
"And leave the earphones, you need to be alert."
"Yes, sir." She responded simply.
He stopped, quickly turning to her, a dark look in his eyes. Seemingly coming back from wherever his mind went in that moment, he cleared his throat before turning back and adjusting his hat to cover more of his now-flushed face. "Let's… let's just go."
Note to self: The magic words are not 'please' and 'thank you', but 'yes sir'. She gulped.
They walked out of the main door and past the courtyard to the street. Looking at his watch he set a timer and they began their jog. The sun was still rising, and the air was fresh as it filled her lungs. The neighborhood was quiet, and the streets were empty, the only sounds being the morning birds and her own breath as they began their third mile.
Hold up, where is—she thought as she looked over to see him still there. She knew he had to be in better shape than her given the fact that he fought so frequently, but he was running as though they had just begun, not a shred of fatigue on what was visible of his face. It was slightly off-putting seeing someone she knew had a whopping 2 hours of sleep run a couple miles without breaking a sweat. She on the other hand was beginning to tire. Slowing down she breathed heavily as he raised a brow at her questioningly.
"You're…" She breathed, her hands above her head as she continued, "you're like an electric car or something… How?" She panted, trying to cool down.
"None of that made sense." He deadpanned, still jogging in place.
"Ugh, I'm trying to say, how are you not tired yet? I haven't heard a peep out of you this whole time."
"Practice and overhaul. Get through 5 miles without being this winded and I'll consider teaching you."
"Nothing is ever easy with you, is it?"
"Says the woman who makes a game out of defying me."
Gasping, she dramatically put her hand across her chest, "Just because it's true, doesn't mean you have to say it! Besides, you invite confrontation."
"I what?" He asked incredulously.
Just as they were about to continue bickering, a voice cut them off. "It's a bit early to be carrying on like this, isn't it?"
Seeing the old man from the day before, Nanami immediately felt embarrassed, having shown the stranger a less-than-flattering side of herself twice in such a short span of time. "We're so sorry for the noise, that was my fault." She bowed trying to apologize. Just as she was about to check for Overhaul's reaction, she saw him doing the same.
"My apologies. We won't be a bother again." There wasn't a trace of sarcasm or irritation in his voice and it sounded almost foreign to her.
Well, he does have manners, so I guess it's not that surprising… she reasoned to herself.
"That's quite alright, for someone my age, it's nice hearing you young folk being so spirited." He looked between them before continuing, "How would you two like to have a morning cup of tea with me?"
Before Nanami could find a way to wiggle out of it, Overhaul responded, "Of course, we'd be delighted."
They stood back up, the older man already turning to go inside. Nanami turned to him mouth "what the hell are you doing?" as she didn't want to get the man involved, not knowing how misplaced her concern was. He simply sighed, seemingly resigned to this tea break as he motioned for her to go inside. She could tell he knew something she didn't, but reluctantly went ahead as he followed close behind through the front gates of the house.
The courtyard was very similar to that of the front house used to enter the base, except it felt homier upon entering. It was quiet and serene, as the melodic clank of the deer scare echoed and a stream of water ran into a small pond, the morning birds sparing an odd note or chirp in the background. Now cooling down from their run, she could feel the fall air crisp in her lungs once again as she took a moment to appreciate the scene. The wrap-around porch had cushions and a tea set laid out as though he was expecting guests. Nanami was suspicious of the coincidence but couldn't bring herself to feel threatened with her partner being so calm. At the end of the day, she was confident she and Overhaul could handle an ambush between them, but this didn't feel like an attack, at least not for her.
"Please, have a seat." The man smiled warmly as they obliged. Nanami was still unsettled at seeing her lab partner so placid and cooperative with another person. Must be trying to keep up a cover or something… I'll have to be a barrier to make sure doesn't dig too deep and get himself in trouble with bird brain over here. This sweet old man has no idea what he's gotten into…She thought to herself. The man poured them their cups and she clasped it with both hands, savoring the warmth as she sipped. "So, do you spend this much time with all of your patients or just the ones that are 'particularly needy'?"
Nanami almost choked, registering the question and possible insinuation. Ok, what the fuck. Not-so sweet, after all... She used the cup as a shield, drinking as she regained her composure to answer, "I'm not sure what you mean, but I take care of all my patients equally based on what their condition demands."
"Ah, I see. I wish I had a doctor as involved as you. Tell me, what hospital did you say you worked for again, Dr. Watanabe?" He asked innocently sipping his tea, but maintained eye contact.
"I didn't. It's funny, I also didn't mention my name either. People in this neighborhood usually keep to themselves from what I've seen."
"And I assume you've seen a lot."
"No more than someone of your tenure has, I'm sure." She smiled easily, determined not to lose this quasi-confrontation. She could feel her grip on the teacup tightening until Overhaul cut in.
"I think that's enough, Pops." He said, a tinge of exasperation in his voice.
Her head snapped to look over at Overhaul, wide-eyed. "POPS"?
The older man's stern face and calculating smile were replaced with one of genuine amusement and a hardy chuckle. "Oh, I just wanted to test her mettle a bit. I've heard so much about her, but we've never had the chance to formally meet."
"POPS" LIKE A DAD? LIKE HIS WHOLE ASS FATHER?
"Well, here we are.Boss, Dr. Nanami Watanabe. Dr. Watanabe, Boss." He motioned between them. Her heart still finding time to skip a beat at the sound of him saying her given name for the first time.
Wait, Boss too? I'm… it's too early for this. She lamented inwardly at her growing confusion before gathering her face, trying to seem unsurprised and unbothered by the introduction, though she was still hesitant. Is this another manipulation tactic?
"It's alright, please relax, doctor." He assured, seeing the skepticism on her face, "I'm fully aware of your involvement in our organization. Though I do appreciate your caution. It puts me at ease knowing your prudence when discussing the Shie Hassakai extends even to me." He chuckled.
"Oh, my apologies. It's a pleasure to meet you sir," she replied, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she realized there wasn't a crisis to be averted, at least not the one she thought.
"No need to apologize, I'm just grateful to have you over. Chisaki speaks so highly of you, it's nice to be able to put an in-person face to the name." At this she cautioned a glance only to see him very preoccupied with watching the deer scare. "Chisaki" huh…
"Oh, does he now? He's usually so quiet when we're working together."
"Except for the occasional smart remark, I'm sure."
She tried to stifle a giggle, "You really are his father then. If it's not that, there's certainly a 'can't you be serious for one second?' thrown in there if I even attempt a joke myself." She said in her best Overhaul impersonation voice.
The Boss let out a hardy laugh, "Well, we're not related by blood," at this a look of surprise crossed her face. "But that does indeed sound like my son."
Realizing her expression had been misread, she clarified, "Oh no, I didn't— what I mean to say is that my parents adopted me too, so I understand what you mean." She smiled sincerely, though there was a fragment of sadness in her features Overhaul noted as he glanced over at her when she wasn't looking. Wanting desperately to change the subject, she looked around the courtyard, "Anyway, you have a lovely home. I'm impressed your hydrangeas are so lush during this time of year, I'm having a real hard time with mine."
He perked up, more than happy to explain the ins-and-outs of his gardening techniques. He rose to show her around, the both of them crouching and inspecting the plants in the courtyard as pops gave her the life story and history of each plant. It was odd to think that she was having a casual conversation with The Boss himself, but figured it was best to play it cool and keep things light and genuine. She made sure to maintain a healthy level of respect while addressing him, but the interaction flowed easily. For a moment she was able to forget her situation and just enjoy a morning tea while listening intently as he spoke about all matters horticultural.
Still on the porch, observing the pair, there was a warmth creeping into Chisaki's chest. Bloodshed, murder, brutality—those were familiar, but this… was different. Not in the mood for self-reflection, he pulled his mask down and sipped the tea, enjoying the view without questioning it. Her hands gently grazed the petals, her gaze soft as the rising sun illuminated her features, a warm smile across her face. He cleared his throat, careful not to articulate the thoughts that crossed his mind. Careful not to acknowledge just how nice it would be to become used to this visage. He made a mental note to create a garden of his own to help facilitate this new wish, but for now, there was work to be done. Like clockwork, his phone rang, stirring him from his thoughts and he knew it was time to go.
After a brief call, he pocketed the device, standing up and walking over to them. Pops noticed and took the cue, "Well, it looks like duty calls. It was lovely to finally meet you, Dr. Watanabe."
"The feeling is definitely mutual. Thank you for the tea and gardening tips, I'll be sure to update you on the progress of my green thumb, whenever it shows up." She gave a small laugh as she rubbed the back of her neck, a bit embarrassed at telling him how many plants had gone to die at her place.
"I look forward to it, and to seeing more of you around here. I know others feel the same." He glanced over to Overhaul who averted his gaze like a reticent child at the remark.
They gave courteous bows before leaving, heading back in the direction of his house. There was a marked silence between them as they jogged this time. She had a million questions but couldn't bring herself to ask even one as they arrived and entered the house. Lost in thought, she continued walking until she almost bumped into him as he stopped in the hallway. Looking over his shoulder, he addressed her "You know, there's no turning back now."
"I think we crossed that bridge a while ago," she tittered before looking up to see his gaze soft and almost anxious to hear her response. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." She assured, referring only partly to her commitment to keep a low profile until the bounty could be resolved. If she was being completely honest with herself, there was an insinuation she hoped he wouldn't miss; that he wouldn't reject. Both exhaling a long-held breath, he nodded, heading down the hallway to his room, a faint smile forming behind his mask.