Rumi leaned against her apartment door like the liaison was trying to break it down.

Why the fuck was he here on her day off?!

Also, how the fuck did he know where she lived?!

It's not like Rumi blatantly walked around with no concern about her privacy. She valued her solitude, unlike some other pro-heroes who could care less if people knew where they lived. Only the senior hotel staff knew who she was, and she paid good money to keep it that way.

So that left two options. Either someone blabbed, or the annoyingly cute liaison was some kind of stalker.

"How the fuck did you get up here?!" Rumi yelled through the door. "You need to know the code for the number thingy in the elevator!"

"Uh...I just showed the front desk clerk my badge." The green-haired man said in a tone of voice like he was talking about something extremely obvious. "I just wanted to talk I-"

"And how in the hell did you know where I live?!" Rumi exclaimed, cutting the liaison off mid-sentence."

It seemed the liaison finally realized what the situation looked like, as he stumbled over his words as he hurriedly tried to explain himself. "Oh I asked y-your agent! I c-can see how this looks k-kinda bad...but I s-swear I am not a stalker or anything!"

Rumi sighed in exasperation, her shoulders slumping slightly as the nervous energy left her.

It was unfair how goddamn cute that nervous stutter was.

"Well I am glad he is not a stalker…" Rumi thought to herself.

Realizing she was still leaning against the door, Rumi stood up and slightly opened the door enough so she could see through the gap.

The liaison (what was his name again?) was dressed in another government standard black suit and stood in the hallway holding a plain briefcase. Rumi could see the slight nervousness on his face as he idly tapped his fingers against the briefcase handle.

"Umm...sorry if I am disturbing you." He said apologetically. "I asked your agent what would be a good time to talk to you and she told me to try this morning."

Rumi grumbled in annoyance. Of course the old hag sent this guy on her day off. She had been looking forward to sleeping in for once!

"If this is a bad time I can come back later." The green-haired man offered.

Rumi narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she kept the door slightly ajar. "What did you wanna talk about?" She asked. "If you plan on pissing me off again I am not in the mood." She said grumpily.

The man sighed softly and shook his head. "No, I did not come to fight. I just wanted to discuss something with you. I have a piece of equipment that I think would benefit us both."

Rumi grumbled in irritation and chewed her lip as she debated with herself about what she should do. After almost a full minute of silence Rumi sighed in resignation and spoke to the government agent.

"Fine, we can talk. Just gimme a minute."

Not waiting for the man's response, Rumi closed the door and quickly walked back to her room.

"What the fuck am I doing?!" She whispered to herself angrily as she tore through her closet looking for a clean set of clothes.

For some reason her brain decided to make a split-second decision, and before she could stop herself Rumi found words coming out of her mouth on their own.

Quickly changing into a pair of jean shorts and a simple white t-shirt, Rumi walked back out into the main living area and took a quick look around. Unlike her room that always looked like a bomb had exploded in it, the main room barely had any trash or loose items lying around. Spotting a tray full of half eaten food on the lone couch, Rumi snatched the tray up and shoved it into her large refrigerator.

Walking back to the front door, Rumi took a steadying breath (why did this guy make her so nervous?!) and opened the door.

The man had not moved an inch, and for the first time Rumi had the opportunity to fully examine her new "partner".

Yup, same as last time. The guy was almost the perfect blend of boyish cuteness and manly handsomeness. He had a smattering of light freckles on his cheeks, which did a good job of bringing one's gaze to his soulful jade-green eyes. His dark green hair was cut short, but it still did it's best to curl and sprout in an almost playfully messy manner. It was also clear that he kept himself in peak physical shape, making Rumi idly wonder what kind of workout routine he had. Finally, Rumi realized just how tall her liaison was. The guy's height must have been around six feet(180 cm), and for a brief second Rumi wondered what it would feel like to press herself against his chest and look up into his eyes.

Realizing she was just silently staring at the oblivious man, Rumi resisted the urge to slam her head against the door and motioned for him to enter her apartment.

"C'mon in." Rumi said as casually as she could.

Nodding gratefully, the liaison walked into Rumi's apartment and waited as the rabbit hero closed and locked the door.

Rumi then gestured over to the unoccupied couch and pulled out a folding barstool from under the kitchen counter. God she wished there was a bucket of ice water to dunk her head in! Unhelpful thoughts and images kept popping into her head, and it took most of her mental strength to maintain her cool and collected facade.

"So…" Rumi said slowly as she watched the liaison stiffly sit on her couch, unsure of how exactly to start the conversation. "Umm...what was your name again?"

The liaison let out a soft snort of amusement as he placed his briefcase on the couch. "Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya. I already know your name. Y'know, government agent and all that."

"Let me be clear Miruko." Midoriya said surprisingly sternly as he stared at Rumi with unafraid eyes. "I am just doing my job, and part of that job requires me to work with you. Trust me, I would rather be working on my own as well. But since we are stuck together I would appreciate it if you did not try to fight me every time we talked."

Rumi narrowed her eyes and leaned forward challengingly. "Yeah well what did you expect?" She said bluntly. "I mean I have been running solo all these years and never needed a partner. Now just because your bosses are scared they stick me with you. If I have to work with you then that means we are going to do things my way."

Midoriya rolled his eyes in response to Rumi's statement and muttered something to himself as he opened his briefcase. But it seemed that he had forgotten Rumi had exceptional hearing and could hear his every word.

"Stupid heroes...not like they ever did anything for me anyways…"

Rumi could have come back with a snappy retort, but something about what Midoriya said made her pause. It seems like he has history with pro-heroes, and not in a good way. Very interesting. Maybe that would be something she could use later.

Rumi watched as Midoriya revealed that the briefcase was full of padded gray foam and pulled out a small object to show her.

"It looks like a pen cap." Rumi said flatly.

Midoriya sighed like a disappointed teacher and handed the object over for Rumi to inspect. "Looks can be deceiving. This device will allow me to remotely view everything you see from my computer or even my phone. It has a high definition camera, directional microphone, multiple vision modes, and much more."

Arching an eyebrow slightly, Rumi held the matte black oblong object up and inspected it closely. "Still looks like a pen cap to me. It even has the clip thingy on it."

Rumi suppressed a smirk as she watched Midoriya slowly start to lose his professional composure.

"It has a clip on it because you need to wear it. Just clip it somewhere near your ear. Or is that something that even the great Miruko cannot do?" Midoriya snapped back sarcastically.

Now it was Rumi's turn to roll her eyes. "Yeah yeah whatever. Don't get your panties in a knot Midoriya." She flippantly replied

Clipping the camera to her hair and nestling it next to her ear, Rumi looked at her liaison expectantly. "Like that, right?"

It may have been childish, but Rumi found it very satisfying to watch the government jackass struggle to remain professional.

"That is fine." Midoriya said coldly. "The only other piece is a small earbud. Just in case I need to give you directions or anything."

He plucked a small black spherical object from the briefcase and handed it to Rumi who looked at it like it was covered in slime.

"You, giving me directions?" Rumi said derisively. "Yeah, like that'll ever happen."

Rumi could not help but snicker as Midoriya growled in annoyance and roughly shut his briefcase. "Would it kill you to act like an adult? I know elementary school kids who are more professional than you."

A spike of anger ran through Rumi's head and she stood up from her seat to glare at Midoriya challengingly. "You talk big but I doubt you could ever actually back any of it up Midoriya. I think we are done here, get the fuck out of my home."

Rumi smiled cockily, but it faltered upon seeing the result of her words.

Midoriya simply stood silently, his hands clenched into fists. But what shocked Rumi the most was the look of pure hate and loathing on her liaison's face.

"Maybe I went a little overboard…" Rumi thought to herself. Her ears drooped slightly as she marveled at how such a cute face could be contorted to look so disgusted.

Without a word, Midoriya stomped out of Rumi's apartment and slammed the door behind him.

Finally alone, Rumi wondered why the room felt so cold.

Izuku rarely lost his temper, but when he did it never went away easily.

Back in his small apartment and dressed in gym clothes, Izuku pounded his fists against a heavy punching bag set up in the corner of his living room. He had been punching the bag for hours, not stopping even as the sun set and the moon rose into the sky.

He had forgotten how much he despised those with strength.

The memories of being relentlessly bullied as a child had been flooding back as Izuku heaved in labored breaths and ignored the pain radiating from his bruised hands.

What made it worse was the fact that Miruko was right. She probably had more strength in one finger than Izuku did in his whole body.

It still hurt though.

Izuku had dealt with insults and threats before, and always managed to brush them off. But for some reason Miruko's words dug into him like a knife twisting it's way into his battered heart.

He had been a fool to believe he could get along with Miruko.

Maybe it was the fact that even after all his years of work and effort, Izuku simply could not compete with someone who had a strong quirk.

Exhausted, Izuku plopped down on the wooden floor and tried to organize his scattered thoughts.

First thing tomorrow he would hand in his assignment transfer form. Get himself away from the toxic cloud that was Miruko.

Then he would go out drinking and try to forget everything that had happened.

It was a pretty shitty plan, but after all that had happened, turning off his brain did not seem that bad to Izuku.

Once he had gotten everything out of his system and recovered from the almost guaranteed hangover, he would get back to work and avoid dealing with any more heroes.

Sure, it was probably unfair to lump all pro-heroes into the same group as Miruko. But in a world where quirks decided how your life would turn out, Izuku did not want to be near anyone who stood out from the rest.

Finally realizing how much sweat had soaked into his gym clothes, Izuku stood up and slowly made his way to the shower.

It seemed that Miruko's wish would be granted, and Izuku could honestly give less of a fuck about who would be unlucky enough to be her next liaison.

After all, what could a quirkless person do anyways?