Izuku frowned as he read the long email that was on his computer screen. Sitting at his desk in his office, Izuku had been planning to leave for lunch when an email notification popped up on his laptop's screen. Not one to put off work, Izuku had diligently opened his email to see who had contacted him. What was surprising was that the email had come directly from Director Fujikawa, and there was a short list of other people who had received the email as well.

It turned out that the focus of the email was about the anti-quirk bullets that had been recovered from the raid. After extensive testing it was determined that the bullets somehow contained biological material that nullified quirks. As long as the bullet was embedded in someone their quirk and any quirk related abilities would be all but neutralized. More testing was underway to assess how long the neutralizing effect stayed active, but the director made his intentions quite clear. Any information regarding the anti-quirk bullets was top secret and not to be discussed with anyone outside a select group of people. The goal was to reverse-engineer the effects from the bullets and make it usable on a wide scale basis.

Frowning, Izuku closed the email and deleted it from his laptop. Any smart person could tell how valuable this kind of weapon was. Even if it was a knock-off of a knock-off. Hell, countries had gone to war with each other for far less in the past. While anti-quirk tech was certainly useful, it also painted a large target on the back of whoever was using it.

But Izuku was certainly not going to delve into the morality of such a weapon and its uses. Leave that to the professionals and the bigwigs in charge.

Cracking his knuckles, Izuku contemplated what to have for lunch when his smartphone began to buzz. Arching an eyebrow curiously, Izuku pulled his phone out of his pocket and inspected the caller ID. The number was not one he recognized, but the area code was local. One of the perks about working for the Ministry of Defense was that you did not have to deal with telemarketers and spam, so whoever was calling had gotten his number from someone.

Pressing the answer icon, Izuku held his phone up to his ear. "Midoriya speaking." He said flatly.

"Oh!" A familiar female voice said in surprise. "Uhh hi? I know this is kinda-"

Before Miruko could even finish her sentence Izuku hung up on her. Sure he might be acting petty, but there was no way in hell he was going to waste his time talking to that obnoxious pro-hero.

Standing up from his desk, Izuku was about to leave and grab some lunch when his phone rang again. Without even a hint of remorse, the green-haired agent immediately blocked Miruko's number.

"I am probably going to have to start screening my calls." He idly thought to himself as he walked out of his office.

For the next few days Izuku kept ignoring any attempt at communication from Miruko. She had tried calling from multiple different numbers, but that just made the handsome agent not answer his phone unless it was from a number he knew.

Then he found an email waiting in his inbox from an address that was obviously from Miruko. Not even bothering to read the email, Izuku deleted the message and immediately changed his email address before going about his usual daily routines.

For an entire week Izuku stubbornly refused to interact with any form of communication the dark-skinned rabbit hero sent him. It even got to the point where he informed the department receptionist that any emails, calls, or letters from Miruko were to be ignored entirely. That had definitely raised a few eyebrows around the office, but nobody dared to bring up such a touchy topic of conversation with the department's best field agent.

Like hell he was going to give in and talk to that self-absorbed bitch!

So now here he was, eating alone at his favorite restaurant and enjoying a well-deserved meal. His diet might mostly consist of cheap food from a local food-mart, but Izuku enjoyed a nicely made meal like anyone else. The restaurant itself was small but of high class, catering to a clientele that mostly consisted of rich families and powerful members of society. Not that Izuku cared at all about rubbing shoulders with members of high society, the reason he kept coming back was the amazing food. (Also because he was a friend of the head chef, but that is a story for another time.) Located at the top of a downtown high-rise, the exclusive establishment was often a place where the rich and famous came to eat in privacy.

Finishing his meal, Izuku ordered a single bottle of beer and paid his bill. With the cold bottle in hand, Izuku walked down a short hallway and over to a plain and unassuming door. Opening the door, Izuku sighed contentedly as he walked out onto the balcony that offered a fantastic view of the city below. He had found the balcony by accident on his first visit, and it became a sort of ritual for the green-haired agent to drink a bottle of expertly-crafted beer on the balcony after his meal. The full moon hung low in the cloudless night sky as the lights of the city below glistened and twinkled with the ebb and flow of urban life, a very picturesque scene that anyone would enjoy.

Most of the time Izuku would have the balcony to himself, but occasionally there would be one of the staff or chefs sneaking in a quick smoke break. Not that Izuku minded, if anything knowing the staff on a personal level meant that he always got excellent service. So Izuku was surprised to look over and see a young woman leaning against the balcony railing with a lit cigarette in hand.

The woman had sky blue skin, long crimson red hair, and purple eyes. She wore a simple but elegant outfit that consisted of a black skirt and aquamarine blouse along with black heels.

The woman must have been deep in thought, as it took a few seconds for her to notice that someone had joined her. Startled, the woman flinched and accidentally dropped her cigarette over the edge of the balcony.

"Shit!" She exclaimed loudly in English with an American accent as she looked at Izuku with startled eyes. "Umm...sorry, I don't speak Japanese good." She said in broken Japanese as she regarded Izuku suspiciously.

Chuckling, Izuku switched over to English so the American woman could understand. "No problem, sorry for scaring you. I didn't think anybody else would be here."

Nodding slowly, the blue skinned woman tried to hide the pack of cigarettes she was holding behind her back. "Oh, you can speak English...sorry...I know I shouldnt be smoking."

Giving the flustered woman a confused look, Izuku walked over to the railing and leaned his elbows against it as he gazed at the sparkling city below. "Why are you apologizing? I don't care if you smoke or not, you are an adult right?"

Now it was the woman's turn to give Izuku a confused look, and after a moment of silence she seemed to come to a conclusion and spoke hesitantly.

"Yeah I am an adult." She said as she slowly pulled a fresh cigarette out of the pack in her hands. "It's just my ma...err..boss doesn't like that I smoke. He says it doesn't promote a good public image."

Taking a sip of his cold beer, Izuku shrugged uncaringly. "I don't see a problem with it. Sure it might not be the healthiest habit, but you are old enough to make your own decisions."

Seeming to finally relax, the crimson-haired woman pulled a small lighter out of a hidden pocket and lit the end of her new cigarette. "Thanks for being cool with it. I know I should quit smoking but my job can get kinda stressful and it really helps me to relax after a busy day."

Nodding understandingly, Izuku took another sip of his beer before asking the woman a question. "So what kind of job do you have?"

The woman smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye and shrugged as she took a puff of her guilty pleasure. "I guess you could call it public relations, sorry but I don't really want to talk about work right now."

Nodding in agreement, Izuku set his beer down and offered his hand to shake. "Fine by me, my job has been stressful lately as well. My name is Midoriya, nice to meet you."

The brightly colored woman smiled happily and gave Izuku a surprisingly firm handshake as she talked over her cigarette. "Nice to meet ya Midoriya. My name is Cassandra."

Izuku found it surprisingly easy to talk to Cassandra, the two quickly finding that they had a few shared interests and commiserating over aspects of their jobs that they did not like. Eventually, the field agent realized his beer bottle was empty and the hour was much later than expected.

"Well it was nice talking to you Cassandra." Izuku said honestly. "But I have to work in the morning so I should get going."

With a clear look of disappointment on her face, Cassandra sighed and flicked the burned out stub of her cigarette over the edge of the balcony. "Yeah my boss is probably wondering where I am. It was nice to talk to someone laid back for once, so thanks for hanging out with me."

Smiling warmly, Izuku chuckled and opened the balcony door. "My pleasure Cassandra, good luck with your job."

Leaving the restaurant, Izuku hummed to himself absentmindedly as he made his way back to his apartment. It had been a nice change of pace talking to someone without worrying about his responsibilities, and Izuku wondered how long Cassandra was going to be in Japan. A few unprofessional thoughts about Cassandra wandered through Izuku's head, but he quickly dismissed them and reprimanded himself for the mental slip. After all, Cassandra was obviously a few years younger than him and had her own job to focus on.

Eventually arriving at his apartment, Izuku made his way inside and went about his usual nightly routine. Then he flopped into bed and almost immediately fell asleep.

The next day he woke up feeling refreshed and reinvigorated, ready to face the day and be productive the entire time. His logistics team still had a few rough edges to smooth out and there was always paperwork to do, so Izuku made himself breakfast and prepared to go to work. Just as he was about to open his apartment door, Izuku's phone started to ring. Pulling out his smartphone, Izuku was mildly surprised to see that it was his supervisor calling. Answering the call, Izuku was met with an exasperated sigh.

"Umm, is everything alright sir?" Izuku asked questioningly.

"Midoriya we have a bit of a situation at the office." The older man said with apprehension in his voice. "I don't know what you did but it seems you are the only one who can fix this situation."

Arching an eyebrow curiously, Izuku instinctively began walking over to the hidden drawer where he kept a loaded pistol. "What kind of situation are we talking about sir?"

There was another heavy sigh from the older man before he responded.

"It's Miruko. She showed up at the office entrance and was demanding to talk to you. She refused to leave and there was a small...incident. She is currently in a holding room and keeps telling us she needs to talk to you. I am hoping you can resolve this before the situation escalates and we get blasted by journalists for detaining the fifth-ranked pro-hero."

Let's turn back time a few days and get Rumi's side of the story.

Rumi had spent nearly an entire day mustering up her courage to call Midoriya and apologize, but she did not expect the grouchy agent to hang up on her mid-sentence.

To be fair, Rumi did not hold it against Midoriya for acting in such a way after everything she had put him through.

So you can imagine her surprise when she tried to call a second time and promptly found herself blocked. Indignant and annoyed at Midoriya's petty behavior, Rumi subsequently spent the next week trying every possible way to contact her former liaison.

Every attempt at apologizing was met with a wall of silence, which made Rumi's blood begin to boil every time she thought about Midoriya. She was trying to apologize dammit! Why was he acting like such a childish asshole?!

Of course the entire time this chain of events was going on Rumi also had to deal with the fact that her quirk powers still had not returned. Sure she still had her rabbit-like ears and feet, but now they were just cosmetic changes to her body.

So after a week had passed with no word from Midoriya, Rumi found herself in a particularly foul mood.

Sitting on her couch in her apartment and dressed in casual clothes, Rumi scowled as she sent Hawks a text message asking for (another) favor. The rabbit-girl hero had never been the patient type, so after every attempt at being civil with her former partner failed she decided to go with the nuclear option.

She was going to apologize to that green-haired jerk whether he liked it or not!

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Rumi jumped up when her phone buzzed with a text message alert. Opening the text, Rumi grinned evilly and opened up the map app on her phone and began typing in the street address Hawks had sent her.

Midoriya might have been able to ignore her so far, but that was going to change when she arrived at his office and apologized directly to his stupid face!

Leaving her apartment, Rumi hailed a taxi and told the driver to drop her off at the address she had been given. After a short ride and ignoring the driver's attempts at casual conversation, Rumi found herself standing on the sidewalk looking at a generic rectangular office building.

Spotting the front entrance, Rumi strode through the metal and glass doors and into the building lobby. Walking up to the front desk manned by a single young male receptionist, Rumi slapped her metal palm down for attention.

The skinny receptionist nearly fell out of his seat in surprise, clearly absorbed in his work and not expecting such an abrupt way of getting attention. Righting himself, the receptionist looked up to gaped in amazement as he realized that Miruko herself was staring right at him.

"Hey kid, I need to talk to someone in this building. Tell me where I can find Midoriya." Rumi said curtly as she glanced around at the bystanders who were all watching curiously.

Nodding eagerly, the receptionist put on a practiced fake smile as he typed into his computer. "Of course Miss Miruko! Just give me a second and I can give you his office number."

Nodding with satisfaction, Rumi watched as the receptionist's fingers flew over his keyboard in a blur as he stared intently at his screen.

Suddenly the receptionist froze and stared at the screen like he had seen a ghost. The color drained from his cheeks, leaving him looking pale and obviously very nervous.

"Umm...there is a little problem." The receptionist said weakly as his eyes glanced up at Miruko. "I am getting a message saying...well...I am not allowed to give you any information about this Midoriya person."

Growling in frustration, Rumi leaned over the desk and glared at the nervous receptionist with unamused eyes. "I dont give a fuck if you are not allowed to tell me. You better give me Midoriya's office number right now, or else I am just going to find him myself."

A drop of nervous sweat ran down the receptionist's face as he held up his hands in surrender and leaned back away from the intimidating pro-hero.

"I cant!" The young man squeaked fearfully. "I dont have the right clearance! Even if I tried to look it up the system won't tell me! I swear!"

Snarling quietly in annoyance, Rumi straightened up and looked around.

Looks like she was just going to have to tear the building apart (figuratively) until she found that green-haired prick herself.

Just as she was about to pick which floor to begin her search on, the nearby elevator doors opened to reveal three burly men in cheap black suits.

Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Rumi watched as the three government goons approached her with fake smiles on their faces.

"Miss Miruko, it seems you are in need of some assistance." The lead goon said, his bald head broken up by ridges of what looked like obsidian shards. "Why don't we step outside and have a little chat?"

Rumi felt her lip instinctively curl into a snarl as she watched the other two goons slowly spread out and surround her. Glancing at their suits, Rumi's sharp eyes immediately spotted the bulges on their hips that indicated they all had concealed pistols.

"How about we do this instead." Rumi said flatly. "You get out of my way and I go find Midoriya."

The lead goon sighed disappointedly as his friendly facade was replaced by a cold professional demeanor. "You know we can't do that Miruko. Let's not make a scene here in front of all these people. If you leave peacefully I promise I will have Midoriya call you later."

Rumi slowly backed up until he back hit the edge of the receptionist's desk, her eyes darting around as she instinctively began making a battle plan.

"Bullshit." She spat venomously. "I am not leaving until I talk to Midoriya face to face. Do you really think just the three of you can stop me?"

Rumi hoped that her bluff would work. Only a select few people knew how weak she currently was, and she was banking on her fearsome reputation to help sell her lie.

The three government goons glanced at each other nervously, one of them slowly inching his hand towards the concealed pistol on his hip.

The lead security agent frowned and was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his options. After a tense few seconds, he spoke to Rumi in a much more non-confrontational tone.

"Let's make a compromise." He said calmly as he subtly gestured for his subordinates to calm down. "If you let us detain you peacefully I will put you in a holding room in this building. Then I can simply tell my boss that you are determined not to leave until you talk to Midoriya. I can't guarantee anything, but you have a good chance of getting Midoriya sent directly to you. Me and my men technically fulfil our duties, and you get to negotiate directly with our boss without things turning into a mess. Deal?"

Rumi furrowed her brow as she mulled over the compromise. Frankly her best option was to agree to the deal because she sure as hell was in no condition to fight anyone, let alone three bruisers with guns.

After letting out a frustrated huff, Rumi nodded and broke out of her fighting stance. "Fine, but no handcuffs alright?"

With relief evident on his face, the lead security agent gestured for Rumi to follow him. "Alright, follow me."

Following the hulking man through a nondescript door, Rumi walked through a maze of generic office hallways until her guide stopped at a plain metal door.

"Just wait in here." The security agent said as he gestured at the door. "I am going to talk to my boss as quickly as I can, so please dont break out and go on a rampage."

Rumi snickered and opened the door. "Don't worry, as long as I get Midoriya I won't break anything."

Edit: fixed a typo