Yato faded into awareness so slowly he thought he was still dreaming until Hiyori shifted against his chest, snapping him back into reality so fast his teeth clicked together. Her fingers curled into his hair, her fingernails grazing his scalp. It raised gooseflesh along his entire body. His arms tightened involuntarily around her, his thumb tracing slow circles on her bare shoulder while his other hand toyed with the tips of her hair. He told himself a few times that he wasn't being creepy while he watched her sleep because she was the one who had asked him to stay the night in the first place.
Her brow furrowed in her sleep and Yato smiled softly.
"Are you having a bad dream, Hiyori?" He murmured, voice thick with affection. "Don't worry, I'm here."
Despite himself, he couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to wake up to this every day. His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he reached for it, straining to grab it without waking Hiyori. When he glanced back to check if she was still sleeping he was taken off guard by her alert eyes on his face and he shrieked in fright, jumping so hard he took both of them off the couch and crashing to the floor.
"Fuck!" He shouted, crying out as her knee accidentally hit him right where it hurts.
"I'm sorry!" She said, climbing off him while he winced and curled up, groaning loudly. "I'm sorry are you okay?"
"Holy shit," he whispered by way of response. Hiyori knelt at his side, wincing sympathetically.
"Do you need anything?" After a bit longer Yato sat up and shook his head.
"I'm fine, but Jesus, you scared me."
"Sorry! I heard you talking and woke up, I didn't mean to scare you!"
"I didn't mean to wake you up, I thought you were having a bad dream."
Her teasing smile sent sparks across his skin. "So I heard." She climbed back onto the couch and he followed her. "Thanks for staying with me, by the way. You make me feel safe."
Warmth erupted in his chest and he had to look away to maintain some pretense of dignity. God, I want to marry you, he thought. He took a beat to compose himself before shooting back a quip to break the tension.
"No problem. You know I've always wanted to sleep with you," he winked suggestively and braced for a slap that never came. Instead she barked a surprised laugh.
"Okay so maybe I knew you wouldn't say no if I asked," she said mischievously.
Hiyori sighed and rested her cheek against his shoulder, he tentatively wrapped an arm around her waist, then relaxed slightly when she didn't pull away. Yato, terrified by his own daring, slowly leaned back and pulled Hiyori with him so they were once again reclining together on the couch. Still, Hiyori didn't protest and even snuggled closer. Is this a dream? He half wondered.
"How are you doing?" He asked.
"Better. I'm not quite ready to go back to work yet."
"Do you want me to stay?"
Hiyori hesitated. That would be asking a lot. Yato hoarded all of his time off for visits with Hiiro, he rarely missed work, even for illness.
"I - Hiiro -"
"She'll understand. She saw the shooting on the news. She was really worried about you, she'd probably be mad if I didn't take the day."
"...alright, but just the one day," she said eventually.
"I'll email Tenjin and let him know, you should get some more sleep."
"You don't have to tell me twice," she murmured, tucking her head into his neck and closing her eyes. "You should sleep in too since you can." She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head.
"Will do."
"Alright team, Hiyori is taking some leave time and Yato is taking the day off to spend with her so I expect you all to be picking up the slack," Tenjin said from the door to his office.
"The last thing she needs right now is that idiot proposing again while they're alone," Take said, shaking his head.
"Hiyori asked him to stay, and Yato would never do anything to complicate her recovery," Kazuma said flatly, though his eyes flashed with annoyance.
"Right," Take said, sensing a fight was imminent if he didn't drop the subject. "Sorry."
He looked over at Kiun to make a face and made a horrified sound leaping across their desks, hands outstretched for the carton of egg whites that Take had mistaken for milk and was about to pour into his hot coffee.
"What the hell?" Kiun asked indignantly. Heads turned all around the precinct as Take snatched the carton away.
"How many times do I have to tell you to get glasses? This is not milk!" There was some shaking of heads as Take snatched the egg whites and returned them to the refrigerator.
"How the hell did you pass the physical in the academy if you can't see?" Bishamon asked.
"And why are you allowed to carry a gun?" Kazuma asked.
"I can see just fine!"
"Package for you detective," a uniformed officer said, dropping a box onto Kiun's desk and walking away before Kiun could make out his face. If that had ever even been something he could do.
He cut open the box and pulled out a bag of white powder. All the blood drained from his face and he slammed the box shut again. He dropped a file on top of it and sped into Tenjin's office, bumping into no less than six people and a desk as he went.
Take, concerned, rounded the desk, and peered into the box himself before going pale and approaching Bishamon.
"Hey," he said quietly, crouching at her side, "you're on the team investigating those packages being sent to police precincts right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"They were all hoaxes, right?"
"Yeah, but we think they may be trying to gauge police reaction or build a false sense of security so when they send the real one it isn't taken seriously. Why?"
"Because Yato and Hiyori dodged a bullet, and we're in for a long day." Together the three of them turned and looked at the package on Kiun's desk dreading the rest of their day.
Hiyori was woken the next time by Yato trying to worm out from under her, which would have been quite the impressive feat if he'd managed it. She climbed off him and he rolled off the couch and zipped across the apartment into the bathroom, swinging the door closed behind him. Hiyori giggled. How long has he needed to pee? While Yato was in the bathroom his phone buzzed and Hiyori checked it, jaw-dropping when she saw the message.
"Yato! Pee faster you need to see this! But don't forget to wash your hands!"
"Proper handwashing procedure is twenty seconds, Hiyori!" Hiyori groaned but supposed that she couldn't complain that Yato insisted on washing his hands properly.
"Alright, Alright, what is it?" He asked, then frowned when she held his phone out to him lips parting in shock when he read the messages.
K: Going under lockdown, Kiun got one of those packages with the white powder
K: Going to be a long day, hazmat is here and locking down the building
K: are you trying to do something crazy? You only don't reply when you're doing something stupid
K: It's probably a hoax don't do anything stupid
K: I mean it if you try to break in I'll shoot you no joke
Yato took the phone from her and replied that he was fine and not doing something crazy and reckless.
"What do you think? A hoax like the others?" Hiyori asked.
"Probably. They will probably be out of lock down within the hour. You should get some more sleep. I was going to make breakfast."
"Breakfast sounds nice, but if I sleep anymore I won't sleep tonight and I'll be tired at work tomorrow."
Yato looked horrified. "You're not thinking of going into work tomorrow?"
"Of course I'm going to work tomorrow." Yato shook his head.
"You should take a few more days, Hiyori."
"I wasn't even hurt!"
"Physical injuries aren't the only kind of hurt," he said seriously. She sighed.
"I know, Yato, but really, I'll be fine to come in tomorrow."
"No, you won't! You think that now but you won't once you get to work! Please take a few days?"
Hiyori gave him a tired look as he batted his eyelashes, giving her with a wide-eyed pleading look he thought was convincing but was really just ridiculous.
"Fine, I'll take tomorrow off, but just tomorrow."
"We can come back to that," Yato said, seeming satisfied. Hiyori rolled her eyes.
"You don't have to fuss over me, Yato. I'm a big girl I can handle myself."
"Those words sound weirdly familiar," he said, getting to his feet and entering the kitchen.
"Well at least let me help you make breakfast?" She asked, approaching his side. "I don't need any more sleep."
"You could shower instead," he suggested gently, leaning over and pecking her on the forehead.
She glanced down at herself and grimaced when she realized she was wearing the same clothes she'd worn yesterday, sweat soaked and complete with blood splattered across the collar.
"I'll wash the clothes, I'm good at getting blood out."
The beat of silence that followed those words stabbed both of them as they remembered why he'd gotten so skilled with getting blood out of clothes. Hiyori nodded numbly and searched for a way to break tension.
"You know girls are pretty good with blood stains too, what with all the bleeding we do," she looked downward pointedly and he pressed his lips together, smiling.
"Fair enough, maybe you can teach me sometime."
"Head and Shoulders shampoo, it takes out even dried in blood stains," she said airily, walking away.
"There's no way that's right," Yato replied.
Hiyori chuckled and left the room for her shower, mind returning to her friends currently locked down in the precinct, hoping that they were alright.
Yato watched Hiyori disapear into her bedroom and heard her rustling around in her bedroom for a change of clothes. A few minutes later he heard the shower turn on and he left his post in the kitchen to check the damage on her clothes. He chuckled when he saw a bottle of Head and Shoulders laying on top of her dirty clothes. He held the shirt up to the light and inspected it carefully. There was a light spray of blood across the collar, dried now, but there wasn't much of it. It shouldn't be too hard to get it out. He glanced back out the bedroom door to check on his food then gathered the rest of the dirty clothes.
Something caught his eye on Hiyori's nightstand and he turned to see the small purple flower he had made her sitting on her bedside table next to her alarm clock. His body temperature rose, his stomach swooping to see she'd kept it. Not only that but she'd kept it where she would see it every morning. There had to be something to that, right? He gulped and looked away, taking Hiyori's clothes to the laundry room to work on getting the stains out.
"Kazuma, status?" Tenjin asked.
All the working detectives were standing around Tenjin's desk with Daikoku and Kofuku in company, faces grim.
"Hazmat confirmed that the substance is not baking powder, but they will need the Emergency testing unit to verify that it is not harmful. We're locked down with 42 civilians that can be divided into four groups. First, there are twelve perps in holding."
"We can call them the dirty dozen!" Kofuku suggested.
"Second we have the innocent people who just happened to be here: witnesses, people picking up loved ones, a couple of food delivery guys."
"Normies," Take suggested.
"Next group is trouble, they're snitches and suspects, with a couple of gang members here to pick up their friends."
"Scumbags," Daikoku said.
"The next group is the worst: six lawyers." The group made a collective sound of disgust.
"They're called the Dipshits," Bishamon growled. No one argued.
"Here's the plan, we're going to separate the groups and start rationing the food now. We might be in for a long night, the Emergency Testing Unit is off on training and it's going to take them four hours to get here," Tenjin said.
"I feel like they should have a second team ready in case something like this happens," Kiun said. "Especially with so many of these packages being mailed out recently."
"Indeed," Kazuma agreed. "Poor planning on their part."
"We have rights you know!" One of the lawyers protested.
"You have the right to be forced into submission if I hear one more word out of your mouth," Bishamon growled, fixed him with a look so terrifying that he physically retreated across the room and didn't speak again.
Bishamon hated lawyers.
Meanwhile, Kiun was caught in a conversation with a prostitute and trying desperately not to be rude, but to end the conversation so he could get back to work. Take looked on and did nothing to help him.
"Girl that has to be a weave! No one's hair looks like that naturally!"
"It's not! I just don't use heat styling on it so it stays healthier!"
"Oh, now you're trying to tell me your hair hangs that straight without heat styling! I knew cops were full of shit!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Kiun asked.
"You know what it means! You and your black-headed boyfriend are both full of it!"
"I didn't do anything to you!" Take snapped, "keep me out of it!"
"How is that hair even police regulation?" A gang member added.
"Bitch shut up," the prostitute snapped. "You and your bald ass have no part in this conversation." The gangster muttered something foul under his breath but the prostitute ignored him.
"I bet you go around pretending that's your real hair too!" She said as she resumed her tirade.
"I take vitamins for it!" Take said, glaring at the woman through the bars of the holding cell. Take grabbed Kiun and dragged him away from holding irritably, the prostitute geering after them.
"I keep telling you not to engage with the people in holding, Kiun!"
"I didn't think she'd get so mad! She just asked about my hair!"
"Take, Kiun! Get your asses in here!" The two of them followed Bishamon's voice into the conference room, where the civilians were being kept.
"What is it?" Take asked.
"The two little girls are bored and getting cranky, so I told them they could braid your hair! Isn't that fun?" She asked, looking down at the two girls.
"Yeah!" They cheered. Take and Kiun both looked green, not keen on the idea of two little girls yanking and pulling at their hair.
"No way! We're police detectives, we've got work to do!" Take said. The two girls looked crestfallen and the youngest one started to wail.
Tenjin entered the room just as the oldest girl started to cry also, looking harried. The girls father didn't even attempt to calm them.
"Detectives what is going on?" He asked. "I told you to keep the civilians in line."
"Take and Kiun made these kids cry," Bishamon said quickly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Tenjin turned angry eyes on the duo now.
"We did not! Bishamon promised them that they could braid our hair without asking! She has long hair too! Why can't they braid her hair?" Tenjin gave him a flat look, indicating Bishamon's already elaborately braided and pinned up hair. Take cursed his own simple ponytail.
As the girls crying escalated Tenjin began looking more and more annoyed.
"Detectives Takemikazuchi and Kiun, you will act like adults and let these two little girls braid your hair that is an order."
"Yay! I call the black headed one!" The youngest girl asked, grabbing fistfuls of hair and yanking excitedly. Take yelped and glared at Bishamon angrily, swearing revenge as he was dragged away by the ponytail. Kiun was much more fortunate, the older girl was much gentler.
"We're two detectives down now but we don't really need them anyway," Tenjin said. "Daikoku is handling the scumbags and Kazuma is with the Dipshits, can you take care of this group? Kofuku is… playing with the dirty dozen. I have to call the police chief to update him on the situation. It's still two hours until the emergency testing unit even gets here."
Y: 911 I'M FREAKING OUT
K: What?
Y: HIYORI KEPT THAT FLOWER I MADE HER NEXT TO HER BED! WHAT IS THAT ABOUT?
K: Yato I'm in the middle of a real emergency and Take and Kiun just got into an argument with a prostitute. There's kind of a lot on my plate right now
Y: those two are always idiots though. Why do you think she kept the flower? And next to her bed of all places?
K: Take and Kiun aren't the only idiots. I've told you before that Hiyori is into you. She kept the flower next to her bed because she likes you and your gift meant a lot
Y: BUT HOW CAN YOU BE SURE
K: JUST ASK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
K: YOUVE ASKED HER TO MARRY YOU SIX TIMES WHY CANT YOU JUST ASK HER IF SHE LIKES YOU
Y: but that's scary! What if she says no?
K: then you're literally in the same place you were fifteen minutes ago before you found the flower
Y: Why wouldn't she have just said something if she likes me, though? I tell her all the time! What if she likes it because I promised to leave her alone, or because pink is her favorite color?
K: what if I died in this precinct because things got out of hand while I was trying to tell you to be less of an idiot?
Y: ...Kazuma it will hurt really bad if I let myself hope and she turns me down
Y: I just don't want to rock the boat when we've finally got something like a groove going on and we can just act normal around each other.
K: ...I'm sorry I was mean.
K: Look, I can't make you believe Hiyori likes you but I can tell you it's going to drive you crazy if you don't ask. Remember how you told me it felt before you told her? It'll be like that again. How's that for a groove?
Y: You're right. I'll ask. Not today, she just went through something bad, but I'll ask once she's feeling better
K: atta boy
Hiyori reentered the room just as Yato finished making breakfast. She sat at the kitchen table and smiled gratefully as he placed a plate with a bacon smile in front of her. He gave her a goofy grin and plopped down near him. She giggled.
"What would I do without you?"
"Not spend hours flipping through all of your books looking for messages I wrote while drunk," he joked.
"Or contact Youtube regularly to have videos of you proposing taken down," she added, shaking her head. "You keep things interesting, Yato, I'll give you that."
"I pride myself on being interesting! I'm the most interesting man in the world!"
"Do sharks have a week dedicated to you? If opportunity knocks and you're not home, does opportunity wait? Do all your fortune cookies simply read 'Congratulations?'" Yato looked bewildered for thirty solid seconds before he realized what she was talking about.
"Hiyori we need to have a serious talk. Just how many Dos Equis commercials have you memorized, and have you considered seeing the department counselor about your obsession with them?" Hiyori snorted with laughter.
"How was I not supposed to make that joke? You opened the door I just walked through it!" He shook his head and sat in front of his own plate and the two of them tucked into their food.
"It's been years since those aired!"
"I watched them again last week!"
"Why the hell are you watching old beer commercial compilations? Who are you?"
"I was watching wrestling and a Dos Equis commercial on and It reminded me of them! It was like a song stuck in my head!"
Yato gaped at her but was distracted when his phone buzzed and the screen from a message from Kazuma.
"Update on the situation at the precinct?" Hiyori asked, peering at the message.
K: They stuck me with the lawyers and they keep complaining. Why did Viina get the civilians?
Y: That's rough buddy
"Is that an update on how things are going at the precinct?"
"Take and Kiun got into an argument about their hair with a prostitute in holding, Kazuma told me about it while you were in the shower."
"So everything's normal then."
"Yeah pretty much."
"I don't think anyone working is too worried, but the civilians are pretty freaked out."
Hiyori's opened an incoming message from Bishamon and snickered, holding it out to show Yato the image of Kiun and Take looking extraordinarily angry as their hair was braided by two little girls. Yato snorted into his omelet.
"Now I'm almost sorry to have missed the lockdown, it seems like things are starting to get fun."
"It would have been an interesting work day, to say the least." They tucked into their breakfast silently then, Yato still thinking over what Kazuma had said before Hiyori had finished her shower.
Remember how you told me it felt before you told her? It'll be like that again. How's that for a groove?
"We want out of here!" A snitch shouted. Daikoku scowled. This guy had been shifting nervously for the last hour, getting more and more nervous to be a snitch in a room full of criminals. Nevermind that Daikoku, an absolutely massive and threatening presence, was there to keep the criminals in line.
"You can't legally keep us!"
"Yes. We can. We're under quarantine which means you can't legally leave."
"Whatever! I'm outta here!" The man leapt to his feet and tried to dodge past Daikoku who snatched his arm and swung him around, slamming him into the wall single-handedly.
"You can either sit here in our nice comfortable conference room or you can join the perps in the much less comfortable holding cell," Daikoku growled. "What will it be?"
"You can't do this to me!"
"Yes. I can. What will it be."
"Man let me go, I ain't going to holding." Daikoku released him and turned stern eyes on the rest of the scumbags. "Anyone else want to go?" When no one responded Daikoku took a seat facing the room and crossed his arms.
What a bad way to spend a morning.
The rest of the precinct was faring the much the same way. Some of the people in holding had already been there all morning and were eager to be released, while the civilians who had come in on breaks or before work were upset at missing their prior engagements. They were nearing the three-hour mark and the Emergency Testing Unit was still an hour out, caught in a very inconvenient traffic jam.
Kazuma had nearly reached hits wits end with the Dipshits, the lawyers, he reminded himself, lest he call them dipshits to their faces and escalate the situation more. They were all on the phone, calling coworkers and clients and sounding angrier than was really necessary. Weren't lawyers able to set their own schedules, as their clients were dependant on them to keep them out of jail so they were naturally more inclined to treat their lawyers well so they wouldn't get on their bad side?
That's how Kazuma had always imagined it at least, but maybe that wasn't the case. He wished that there was at least one ADA there to keep him company, someone sane that needed to keep a productive working relationship with him so he wasn't a clownfish facing off against six barracuda.
"Hey, you, Officer Four Eyes!" One lady snapped after she got off the phone. Kazuma turned cold eyes on her and wished desperately for the scary faces of his best friend and girlfriend, remembering how Viina had asserted her dominance over the lawyers without speaking a word and kept them in line.
"That's Detective Kazuma, Counselor."
"Whatever. Do you know how much longer until we're out of here?"
"The Emergency Testing Unit is going to be here in a little over an hour. There was an accident on the highway and it's taking a while to clear."
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do about the appointments I missed because you idiots can't tell baking soda from anthrax?"
"Reschedule them?" Kazuma suggested.
"Oh wow if only I had thought of that!" She snapped.
K: I'll pay money for you to switch with me. I can't handle the lawyers anymore.
B: Sorry, no deal.
Shouting drew his attention to the bullpen and he stepped out of the interrogation room where the lawyers were being kept to see Kofuku grinning like a madwoman as three uniformed officers stormed into holding to break up a fight. Her eyes held the unmistakable satisfaction of a plan gone completely right and Kazuma frowned at her. Whatever she had purred into the ears of the people in holding had incited a riot. Tenjin should have known better to put her in charge of a group, she was too prone to causing disaster.
"Whoopsie," she trilled as Kazuma came closer.
Kazuma ignored her.
"What the hell is going on in there?" He called, drawing his weapon to be ready in case he needed it.
"These two idiots started brawling for no reason!" One of the officers said.
"Break it up or you'll be cuffed to opposing walls," Kazuma said.
"What the hell is going on?" Someone shouted. Kazuma groaned. Of course, the lawyers had followed him out of interrogation.
Out of the kitchen came Bishamon, with the civilians on her heels. Take and Kiun appeared behind her, looking ridiculous with their hair in sloppy and knotted braids, but Kazuma couldn't enjoy their misfortune right now. Daikoku's group came down the hall.
Slowly an angry mob was accumulating in the bullpen, which was exactly what they had been trying to avoid when they separated the groups. Kazuma shot Bishamon an alarmed look and saw that she was on the same train of thought as he was. If they didn't get this situation under control right now then there would be a real riot, and people might get hurt.
"No! I hate you! You're the worst person alive!" Hiyori complained loudly as she handed over her two, which she had been saving.
"I told you, Hiyori, I'm the master at Go Fish."
"You're a cheater! I don't know how but you are! Is there something behind me that you're seeing my cards on?" She turned around and looked over her shoulder, despite the fact they were in her apartment and she knew good and well that there was nothing like that behind her.
"You're such a sore loser!" Yato said, laughing. It was their third game of Go Fish and Hiyori's third loss. Yato delt the nest hand.
"Do you have a queen?"
"Nope," Hiyori replied.
"Liar."
"I'm not lying!" She insisted, looking straight at her queen.
"Prove it!"
"No! I'm not showing you my cards! You're trying to cheat!"
"You're the cheater!"
Yato leaned over the table and reached for her cards and Hiyori held them out of his reach, prompting him to climb over the table reaching for them. She scooted back as far as she could until she hit the sofa and was squirming to keep her cards away from them. Unfortunately, Yato had a longer reach than her and she was smushed between Yato and the couch so she had to resort to dirty tricks, like using her free hand to push his face to the side. When face pushing failed her she used her Forbidden Knowledge of his tickle spots.
Yato squealed into her ear and shot away so hard his back hit slammed into the coffee table, knocking it back several inches.
"Ow!"
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he said, leaning forward and rubbing his back painfully. Hiyori reached forward instinctively and Yato snatched the cards from her hand. "Ha! Fooled you!" He leapt to his feet and she followed.
"Yato!"
"I knew you were lying!"
He held the cards above her head in an attempt to get her to jump for them but she refused to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she stood toe to toe with him, arms crossed. His face broke into a mischievous grin that Hiyori didn't like. He dropped the cards so they rained down over the two of them before wrapping Hiyori in a bone-crushing hug, pinning her arms to her sides.
"Yato-AHH!" She squealed as Yato tickled her and she found herself unable to escape. She squirmed and writhed, emitting a high pitched half laugh half squeal.
"Let me go! Please, oh my God, Stop!"
Yato went limp and dragged the two of them down onto the couch so she was pinned underneath him. At least he stopped tickling her.
His face was inches from hers, his bangs were just long enough to tickle her cheeks. His eyes glowed with a familiar affection, though much more intensely than usual. Something about the look combined with how he'd been testing her boundaries all day told her that he was ready to hear what she had to say. She smiled warmly, opening up her own expression to let him see what she was feeling and something like relief filtered into his eyes. Still, she worried he might think she was projecting.
Hiyori ran her hand through Yato's hair, fingernails scraping his scalp, and he shuddered, closing his eyes.
"You know there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time, Yato." His breath caught and his eyes blinked open. Due to their close quarters, she could feel his heart rate picking up.
His expression in this moment said all he needed was the right words, at least part of him knew already.
"I should have told you sooner but I was waiting for the right time, and yesterday I thought I had waited too late." Yato gulped. "I love you, Yato. I have for a long time, and I don't want you to think that I'm projecting or that I don't mean it, Because I do."
There was a long silence where he stared at her, searching for any signs of unsurety, but found none.
"I believe you… the flower…" Hiyori felt heat rush to her face. She had forgotten she had left that next to her bed, and then Yato had been in her room and seen it. How embarrassing. Yato, too close to miss her blush, smirked. "Was that a secret?"
"No! I...meant for you to see that! It was all part of my master plan!" Yato barked a laugh.
"You are such a bad liar! I love that about you." His smile softened to something so warm and affectionate her heart melted and he closed the distance between them and finally, finally kissed Hiyori.
The crowd was getting out of control, Kazuma was being buffeted about by the crowd, no one hearing a word he said.
"Everyone calm down!"
No one calmed down.
No one calmed down until Bishamon lost her temper that is. She flipped Daikoku's desk over and into the break room window, sending the desktop computer crashing to the ground and shattering the glass. The room went quiet.
"ENOUGH!" Bishamon shouted, which stopped almost all of the commotion. "You're all going to go sit quietly in your rooms until the Emergency Testing Unit gets here or I will personally make you regret it."
"Oh Yeah? And why should we be scared of you?" One of the gangsters asked, stepping forward.
Bishamon laid him out so quickly that even Kazuma didn't realize what was happening until the guy was on the ground whimpering with a bloody nose.
"Anyone else?" There was silence. "Good."
She glared the civilians back into their rooms then stood in the middle of the bullpen, pacing the perimeter occasionally like a lioness.
She couldn't have done that earlier? Kazuma wondered.
Nevertheless, they didn't have any more problems for the duration of the lockdown. The Emergency Testing Unit arrived and verified the substance was not harmful and everyone was allowed to leave. Finally Kazuma had the time to check his phone.
"Holy shit."
Y: Hiyori kissed me!