Luciana: "What are we as a relationship?" Luciana had been sneaking around Ichigo and Matt to spend time with Enji for months after that night. So far, the only thing they had done was kiss, talk, and cuddle. She had even kept it a secret from Ren, Pake, and Mishi.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Because… I'm not sure. I really don't understand this stuff."

"Well… if you'll let me, I'll take you on a date. Then you can be my girlfriend." Enji wished he was with Luciana right now instead of watching his underlings 'train'. He had learned, the simplest things embarrass her while others, normally embarrassing things didn't faze her. She would be so cute with that flush of red as she tried to hide in her jacket.

It took Luciana a few minutes to reply. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'll take you on a date like a boyfriend." A smirk found its way onto his face as he imagined her reaction. She was probably laying on her bed, curled up under a pile of blankets.

"Really? What is it like to have a boyfriend?"

"I don't know, but having a girlfriend is always nice. She can come over and give me a massage after a long day, and I'll do the same. When she's sick, I'll take care of her and cook for her."

"And when the boyfriend is sick she'll take care of him and cook for him. And they'll each take care of each other?"

"Exactly." Enji could see her curling in on herself in embarrassment. He'd much rather be with her.

Just thinking about her body alone could get him hard.

"I need to sleep. It's almost ten."

"You're right. I'll let you go. Sweet dreams."

"Have a good day." She was always sweet to him, no matter how rude he got. Although, accommodating her sleep schedule was frustrating. As a result, their time together was somewhat infrequent.

"Boss, on a scale of one to ten, how bad were they?" Enji's best friend, Sakai Izo, asked. He was a civilian with brown hair, brown eyes, and gray skin. His quirk was chill, which just kept his body and his surroundings at a lower than normal temperature.

"They don't even deserve a rating, Izo," the hero grumbled. Sakai shrugged.

"I could tell. Are you texting that woman again?" His civilian friend looked at the dark phone in his hand.

"She's not just some random woman. She's my neighbor." Enji and Sakai were closer than brothers.

"Can I meet her?"

"Maybe, but that definitely won't happen for a while."

"Why?" The brunette whined.

"Because she works at night."

"Yeah… That would make it hard… hard like she makes your dick," the smaller man teased.

"Shut up and go do your job," the hero growled.

Luciana had been stuck thinking of what Enji had said all night. It had taken her way too long to fall asleep and now she was really tired. "Would you like anything else tonight?" She asked one of her customers. She was working as a waitress at Lucky Tabs tonight.

"Yeah, a piece of your ass!" The man groped her. His female companion didn't care. "Gimme your number." He drunkenly demanded.

She grabbed his wrist in a crushing grip and said, "Sir, if you'd like to lose a hand, by all means, continue." She was completely polite.

"Heh, I like spunky woman," he chuckled, obviously not understanding. His companions were all edging away from her murderous aura. "So, let me know when you get off and I can show you a real good time."

Her smile never faltered as she crushed his hand and slapped his mouth. "Ma'am, do you mind taking this harlot off my hands?" He was whining about the pain. "Don't worry, it's only bruises." She assured the idiot and walked off.

"You know, if you want tips, you should probably stop being a bitch to your customers," S suggested.

"I'm just tired tonight. And you know how I feel." She retorted tiredly. They were both exceptionally good-looking and it generally helped them out. Except for when they were groped.

"Yes, I do. Like a piece of meat." He patted her shoulder. "Just a few more hours of this bullshit and we're done."

"Yeah…" she muttered as he disappeared into the crowd. S rarely acted like this with her around other people. It was nice.

A few minutes later, she returned to the table with the idiot. "On the house." She planted a round of drinks in the middle of the table. "Would you like your bill?"

"Yes, please," the idiot's girl replied.

"But where's my free drink?" the idiot whined. Luciana wordlessly gave them their receipt after receiving the money. The blunette walked away smirking.

When she returned to clean the table, she found a large tip and a scrap of paper with a phone number written on it. There was also a note, proving that the idiot wrote it. It read, 'Don't worry, I like pain. Call me so we can play more.'

She cringed as she read it and tucked it away. She was going to show it to S later so they could laugh at it. Then, she'd burn it like always. That was the most satisfying thing ever.

The rest of her shift went decently smoothly. There were more idiots, but she managed not to kill anyone. "S, I gotta show you something." They had closed and finished cleaning up.

"What is it, slut?" He growled.

"That idiot I slapped actually left his number! Look, bitch," she giggled as she waved the paper at him. His demeanor instantly changed. "And a bunch of others." She pulled out a whole bunch of papers.

"Damn, you were popular tonight." His laughter joined hers as he pulled out his stack of numbers.

"I know. I have that idiot's, eleven other guys, and twelve girls." She sorted through them.

"I got… five guys and fourteen girls." He sighed. "You win tonight and you didn't even flirt. Gonna call any of them?"

"Nope. Did you flirt?" She swept all her numbers into a pocket.

"Yeah… but my girl is gonna have fun with these." He swept his up and put them away. "She'll probably prank call them all." He shrugged.

"I'll just stick to burning mine. See you, S," she gave him a quick side hug before heading for the door.

"Be careful, L!" He yelled after her. She shot him a smile over her shoulder.

"I will."

A/N: I know it's a day late, but it's better than two, right? Oh... uh... three. Sorry. But yesterday was my birthday. Uh... bye? Review plz? *ducks under couch* imma be here if you need me.