Izuku opens his eyes to stare up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

For a moment confusion reigns within his mind as he glances around the barren room - there are no All Might posters, no figurines and other memorabilia - but soon reality sets in; he is not in his bed at home but lying in Mirko's spare room instead.

A yawn breaks free as he blearily gropes around for his phone - a brief glance at it reveals it's not yet eight in the morning. He shakes himself awake and pulls free of the covers.

As he pads out into the hallway, faint sounds catch his attention. The door to the gym is ajar, repetitive thumping bass escaping from inside. He knocks on the door hesitantly.

"Just come in," the voice of Mirko calls out over the music.

Swinging it open, he's greeted by the sight of the Rabbit Hero dressed in a black sports bra and leggings, lying on her back with a lifting bar laden with weights being hefted above her.

Izuku's mouth is suddenly dry as he watches her toned arms push and pull against it with seemingly little effort.

"You're finally up, good. I was gonna wake you after I finished this set anyway," Mirko says as she finally puts the bar down and sits up, switching off the music on her phone.

Izuku is a little too busy tracking the progress of a bead of sweat as it trickles down her toned abs to pay her words much mind, but Mirko clicks her fingers at him and he jerks his head up, face bright red.

"U-um, yes, sorry. G-good morning, Miss M-Mirko," he says, swallowing heavily.

"I know, it must be so hard to ignore," the Hero brags with a smirk. "But sadly for you, you're not here to admire the view. I've gotta hit the shower, ya mind getting breakfast sorted?"

"O-of course. Anything in p-particular you'd like me to make?" She asks, still unable to look her in the eye.

"Protein, and plenty of it." Mirko grunts, jumping up and stretching in a way that has Izuku captivated once again.

"You can get started any time now," she chides and he flees with a squeak, her laughter echoing in his ears.

Izuku tries his best not to focus on the sound of the shower running while he works, though he does nearly drop a carton of eggs when she suddenly starts belting out a song he's never heard of. Her singing voice isn't exactly tuneful, but she's got heart if nothing else.

Before long she's striding back into the kitchen, looking refreshed and now dressed in her Hero costume. A pair of hearty dishes are placed on the kitchen table, still steaming and ready to eat.

"Ooh, nice," Mirko comments briefly, picking up her chopsticks and eagerly digging in.

Izuku's a bit more reserved in his own eating habits by comparison, but it doesn't take long for the pair to finish up their meals.

"Tasty," Mirko hums in appreciation as she lays down her utensils. "Maybe ya oughta get a job as a cook if you don't make it as a Pro."

"Thank you," Izuku murmurs bashfully. "But I'm really set on being a Hero."

"Guess we oughta go and actually do some Heroing today then," Mirko remarks with a grin.

"Ordinarily I don't hang out around here for long, but I doubt they'll let me drag ya across the country too much. So we're stuck doin' local stuff today. Probably just be small-fry - boring for me but good for a newbie like you, I guess."

Excitement fills him at the prospect of his first taste of real Hero work; some actual field experience with one of the best Pros! Then a stray thought crosses his mind.

"Actually, I do have a question if you don't mind, Miss Mirko; why is it that you own this place?" Izuku blurts out.

Mirko's long eyelashes flutter as she blinks rapidly.

"Eh? Gotta live somewhere, don't I?" She says, scratching her nose.

"N-no, I mean… it's just that you don't spend much time in the area, as you said. Since you travel all over Japan, having your house be on one end of it is a little confusing to me," he elaborates.

She squints at him for a moment before shrugging.

"Well, I've been in and outta hotels a lot and rented a few places here and there for a time. But I was born here - no place like home and all that," Mirko explains. "Going where the wind takes me is nice but coming back does have its perks, I suppose."

The Rabbit Hero looks towards the wall where the smiling couple gaze back at them. A pensive expression crosses her face for a few moments before she shakes her head with a frown, rising to her feet.

"Anyway, enough of that crap - no reason for ya to know about my life," she rebukes him, gathering up their used dishes.

"S-sorry, I-" Izuku starts to apologise but Mirko waves his attempt away.

"Just get suited up, I wanna get going sharpish," she orders brusquely.

Izuku grimaces to himself but soon heads off to put on his hero costume.

The process is a little quicker than the previous day's, though he still needs practice. They're going out into the city today, so he pulls up the hood to cover his face and slips on the mask.

When he steps back out, Mirko stares at him before laughing uproariously.

"What the hell? You didn't have all that going on yesterday!" She says between guffaws.

He shrinks in on himself a little, shuffling in place.

"Boy, your ears are nearly as big as mine," Mirko smirks, wiping away a tear. "I dunno if I should be flattered or not."

"Uh. I-it's meant to be hair, actually. L-like All Might's," Deku corrects her quietly, voice muffled by his mask.

"Hah, shoulda figured. It's kinda ridiculous, but lucky for you I ain't some kinda fashion police like friggin' Best Jeanist, so whatever."

The mention of the Hero quickly brings Kacchan to his mind. How was his childhood friend doing under the Number 4 in the country? It had been a strange pick for him, though getting to work under such a highly ranked Pro was certainly an offer few would turn down. His week was likely to be pretty eventful, no doubt.

"Alright, kid," Mirko breaks him from his musing. "Let's go see who wants to get their ass kicked today."

From his perch atop a high-rise building, Deku watches carefully as the citizens go about their business.

The streets of Corusu don't seem much different from those in Musutafu; salarymen in suits carrying briefcases as they hurry to catch taxis, mothers pushing along newborns in prams or clutching tightly to older children's hands…

It's busy and noisy but there's been no sign of any threats to the peace for well over an hour.

He can't complain; it's surely a good sign, of course, and far better for the people on the street that everything is in order. But even though it's not very heroic, there's still a small part of him itching for something, anything to happen.

Beside him, Mirko scans the area, her large ears constantly moving to pick up the slightest sound, nose sniffing for anything out of the ordinary. Her own disappointment is much more obvious, her face souring at the lack of action.

"Nothin' happening here either," she soon states, a bored note in her voice. "Time to move on."

He scarcely has a moment to register her words before the Hero is a sudden blur of white, brown and purple. He's left with little choice but to scramble to follow in her wake.

The wind pulls the adornments on his hood back as he keeps his focus on the figure ahead of him, desperate not to be left far behind as she easily bounds across the concrete monoliths.

The power of One For All resonates within him, filling him with the energy he needs to go faster, run further, feel fiercer. It's an unfamiliar feeling still, and he has to fight to keep it even - a fight he has no choice but to keep on winning.

Just as abruptly as she left, Mirko halts once again - dust and flecks of gravel bursting away from where her iron-shod feet have landed. He joins her after a few moments though she pays him no heed, once again surveying the area.

"Aha. Looks like we've got something now," Mirko declares, a little more vigour in her tone as she crouches down.

Gazing at her in askance, Deku steps forward for a better view of the street below.

'No smoke rising from damaged buildings, no sirens wailing, no civilians running… looks a lot like the last few stops. There must be something I'm missing, but what?'

"See that guy over there?"

Mirko responds to his unasked question with a finger outstretched towards a young man, likely in his early twenties, shuffling about in front of a flower stall as he seemingly peruses the flora on display.

Deku squints at the figure. There's nothing particularly noteworthy about him - while he is wearing dark clothes, sunglasses and a cap that somewhat obscures his face, it might simply be his preferred fashion choice instead of an attempt at concealing his identity.

As Deku observes the scene he turns his attention to the flower stall's proprietor; a middle-aged woman with shockingly orange hair that seems to be moving slightly. She's standing very stiffly, glancing periodically down at something he cannot quite see.

After a few seconds she slowly reaches down and brings out a handful of notes, sliding them over to the man before her.

He takes them roughly but is apparently not satisfied with what he's been proffered, for his hands rise up and as they do a glint catches the sun, the sudden shine of metal prompting a frown on Deku's face. The young man leans forward onto the counter, his hands now worryingly close to the shopkeeper.

"There it is," Mirko drawls casually.

Deku only has a second to glance at her as she effortlessly springs forward, arcing through the air to land behind the man with a thump. Once again he's left to follow her lead, apprehensively making his own jump down to the ground.

"Hey buddy. I reckon you've got something there that you shouldn't have," Mirko waves a finger back and forth. "Am I going to have to take it back?"

The robber has turned at the sound, but is now frozen, his wide-eyed stare full of recognition and fear. His hands slowly come up, now empty save for the crumpled cash.

"No, no, no - I'm sorry," the words ghost from his lips. "I didn't… I'm so sorry."

"Tch. Yeah, I'll bet you are. Kid, check on her to make sure she's alright," Mirko barks out.

It takes Deku a moment to realise he's being instructed but he dutifully approaches the flower seller as commanded. Behind him he can hear Mirko taking ahold of the criminal and forcing him to the ground to check him for concealed weapons, her voice issuing orders for him to remain still.

Up close he can see the woman's orange hair is actually quite flamelike, in a way that has him wondering if she's related to any Heroes - there are quite a few sidekicks under the Endeavour Agency with similar Quirks, he knows.

Shaking off his incessant hunger for Quirk-related information, he turns his analysis onto checking her for injuries. Fortunately, there's no blood or bruising, that he can see at least - but he's not been medically trained yet. Still, she shakes her head, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself.

"Are you okay, ma'am? You're not hurt in any way, are you?" Deku inquires carefully.

"No, no. Just… he just threatened me, that's all it was. I'll - I'll be okay. I-I just need to take my medicine," the woman explains quietly between breaths.

"It's good that you're safe, I'm really glad. Have you managed to contact the police yet or would you prefer that we handled it instead?" Deku asks in what he hopes is a comforting way.

"No. I didn't have time to, no. I w-would be-... would be appreciative if you could," she says, still breathing deeply as she fiddles around with a bottle of small capsules. "I think I need to... to call my daughter..."

"Okay, we'll arrange for the police to arrive straight away," he responds, earning a grateful half-smile, half-grimace.

Deku turns back to his new mentor, who's finished frisking the unresisting perpetrator for any dangerous objects and is now simply holding him - or more accurately propping up his now somewhat limp body.

Mirko glances at him briefly to give a nod as he fishes his phone from his pocket and begins to dial 110.

"This is Deku, I'm, um, a UA Hero student that's currently interning under Mirko, the Rabbit Hero. We - there was a robbery, but we've got the robber - ah! I mean suspect, under control. No one's hurt and nothing is damaged, well as far as I know anyway," he explains, glancing around the area. "We're… currently at, um… 3-2, Ruusan, Corusu… er, in Hiroshima."

His face twists at the sound of his own voice, so reedy and lacking confidence. He'd have to study up on proper procedure and terminology again. Someone like Ida would be able to give a perfect by-the-book report, surely.

"Affirmative, Hero Trainee Deku. We'll send a retrieval team to you as soon as we can," the operator swiftly confirms, thankfully seemingly unfazed by his less-than-stellar details.

A crowd has begun to form around them now, and while no one comes close enough to obstruct them, many are holding phones outstretched to capture videos and photographs of the famous Hero. Occasionally they call out to her, but she doesn't respond to any of them beyond casting watchful glances around for any other troublemakers.

He can see that a few are taking some interest in himself as well - though with his face covered, there's no chance that any of them recognise him from the Sports Festival. Most likely they're simply curious as to who he is and how he's teamed up with the notoriously lone wolf Hero.

It's a few minutes before the police arrive, a van pulling up alongside them and several men quickly stepping out of it as Mirko casually pushes her prisoner towards them.

"Good afternoon, I'm Officer Akimoto, and he's Officer Atsutani. This is the suspect in question, yes? Excellent. Do either of you happen to know what his Quirk is at all?"

"Nah, he never showed it off," Mirko responds nonchalantly. "Just had a tiny knife, that's all. Bit of a letdown, really."

She points at a short blade lying a few feet away from where they are standing.

"Right. Did the smart thing and decided not to make things worse for yourself, eh?" Officer Atsutani chuckles as he places handcuffs onto the robber's wrists. "Or maybe it's just nothing dangerous."

"I haven't got one…" the young man whispers despondently. "I'm Quirkless."

Mirko's eyebrows raise and Deku forgets how to breathe.

"Oh, are you, eh? How about that…" Officer Atsutani pins him with a suspicious glare. "Well, regardless, you'd still better not make any more trouble if you know what's good for you."

Officer Akimoto lets out a hum of agreement, quickly walking forward to retrieve the fallen knife before turning towards the orange-haired woman.

"Ah, and that's the victim over there, yes? I'll just go get a statement from her as well then," he declares, marching off towards the flower seller.

Mirko and Officer Asutani exchange details about the situation, but Deku does not listen, his attention instead being wholly focused on the man before him.

While Quirklessness is not yet so rare that he is completely unaccustomed to meeting others, it still surprises him a considerable amount to meet another one.

No, not another one, not any more.

A flare of guilt burns in his heart at the knowledge that he, unlike almost all other Quirkless, was lucky enough to obtain one, despite the circumstances of his birth - the actual Quirk of the greatest Hero in living memory, no less.

It is a gift this man will surely never be granted. Tears are streaming down the luckless robber's face now, perhaps born of the realisation of what his actions will undoubtedly lead to.

Deku's mind whirls - what events had led him down this path, had he been forced into it by lack of other options?

'He's not much older than me, I think. I wonder if he was ever bullied for it too.'

People like Kacchan and those who'd followed him around in their childhood aren't entirely rare either, he knows.

"Deku!" Mirko's stern call snaps him out of his daze.

He turns back to her. If Mirko is concerned by his sudden uneasiness then she doesn't show it, hooking a thumb out.

"It's over, we're leavin' it to them," she declares, crouching low before taking to the air once again in an explosive burst of speed.

He stands still for a few moments more, though he knows he has to move quickly or risk being left there. Officer Atsutani begins to lead the still weeping would-be robber away from the scene and Deku can offer little more than a backwards glance as he too retreats to follow after his new mentor.

In his heart he knows he bears no fault - a crime has been committed, the perpetrator is being held until guilt and sentence can be determined. It is a fundamental - imperative - element of society.

It doesn't make him feel any less guilty.

"Kid. You're startin' to piss me off a little,'' Mirko finally snaps, her ears twitching in irritation.

Deku startles, staring at her like a deer in headlights.

"I'm s-sorry, I just-"

"I know you're just gettin' started, but you gotta give it 100% at all times," Mirko interrupts him, uninterested in any possible excuses. "Lives could be at stake, remember? There ain't much action goin' on here, true, but that can always change in an instant."

He swallows, shrinking under her sharp gaze.

"There's no room for a lack of commitment here, either give it your all or I'll give your school a call and have ya headed back home," she continues harshly. "Commission or no Commission. So get it together!"

It's true that his focus has waned, the events that had unfolded earlier running in his mind over and over, but he certainly wasn't expecting such a heavy reprimand so suddenly. Deku flushes heavily, looking at the ground for several moments before nodding his head and straightening up.

"I will, Miss Mirko! Plus Ultra!" He declares solemnly.

Mirko snorts, giving him one last glance.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," she says, but leaves it at that.

Determined to shake off his malaise, Deku begins to pay extra attention to their surroundings, analysing every suspicious activity for potential crime.

Was that a possible bomb left near a school? Closer inspection reveals it's merely someone's forgotten backpack with nothing but harmless books inside.

A commotion that appears to be a mugger accosting a young woman near an alleyway? No, just a boisterous pair of lovers happily going on a date.

Despite his extra-careful observation, the city remains calm and quiet as the hours pass. Periodically he checks his phone, primarily for local news, which is sparse, but occasionally national content too.

There's been some action there, at least. An attempted bank robbery in Kyoto, swiftly foiled by the Bringers of Destiny Hero team (it's been recorded, so he'll definitely have to watch that one some other time), and a small-scale fire in a restaurant in Yamagata, possibly arson but maybe simply a kitchen accident.

Nothing big is happening near any of his schoolmates either, as far as he can tell - in the group chat Ashido has been offering a play-by-play on a car crash that she's been attending to, thankfully without any serious injuries.

A few others are occasionally chiming in with their own activities, with some grumbling about the lack of action on their ends as well.

After a few more hours of rooftop surveillance, his stomach begins to sound loudly. Mirko's ears turn to him, followed quickly by a chuckle and a raised eyebrow from the caramel-skinned Hero.

"Hungry, huh? Guess it's been a while since we last ate," Mirko says, grinning in amusement.

Deku opens his mouth to respond but his stomach preempts him, swiftly issuing forth further gurgles that have his face colouring in embarrassment.

"It's lookin' like today's a bust anyway," Mirko remarks. "C'mon, we'll call it here - I know a place not far from here we can stop and get some dinner at."

She's already on the move again before Deku can offer a reply, darting through the streets and alleyways. True to her claim, it's not long before they're standing in front of the establishment in question.

It's not the sort of place Deku would have considered going to; a somewhat scruffy-looking bar located in a dingy back-alley, but he's got no choice but to trust the Rabbit Hero's judgement. He pulls down the hood of his costume and lowers his mask as they step inside.

A balding, rather wrinkled man stands hunched behind the counter within, and there are a handful of patrons already chowing down upon their meals or drinking the time away. Some glance up at their entrance, but soon return to their food.

"Yo," Mirko greets the bartender with a casual wave. "How's it going, old man?"

"Good evening to you, Miss," he responds with a bowed head, apparently unfazed by her impertinence. "What would you like to order?"

"Eh… Just some karaage and yakisoba for me. And a couple beers. What about you, kid?" Mirko responds, shooting Izuku a questioning look.

"Ah - I'll have katsudon, please, with some water," Izuku decides after a short period of deliberation.

The elderly man takes their orders and shows them to their seats before disappearing into the back. He soon returns with the drinks, informing them that their meals would take a little longer.

Mirko wastes no time in cracking open one of the bottles and taking a swig. She hums appreciatively before pushing the other one towards Izuku.

"Here ya go, it's pretty good," she tells him.

"I'm still in high school," Izuku replies, blinking uncertainly at the bottle.

"When I was in high school, I entered illegal fighting rings - and kicked the shit out of everyone there," Mirko says airily. "You're what, sixteen, right?"

"Um, fifteen, actually," Izuku mutters.

"Same difference. Old enough to go out and fight crime, old enough to have a beer," Mirko declares.

"I… I'll just stick to the water, Miss Mirko," Izuku says, glancing around for any prying ears.

Fortunately no one seems to be paying them any mind - the last thing he wants is for UA to find out his mentor is illegally offering him alcohol.

"Suit yourself, more for me then," Mirko says disinterestedly, retrieving the beer.

She takes a deep pull before slumping over a little, ears drooping.

"Man! I was hoping for a little more than just one measly mugger who didn't even put up a fight," Mirko grouses. "So lame. Betcha there's been something big happening elsewhere that I missed out on - prob'ly taken by Endeavor, too."

She takes another drink as Izuku once again scours the news. Across the various Hero blogs, reporting on the Endeavor Agency's movements has been limited, though there's been a fair amount of buzz over the appearance of his classmate Todoroki.

As he's scrolling through articles in Hero News Today, one headline in particular catches his attention.

'Mirko spotted in Hiroshima with an unknown new Sidekick?!'

It's a recount of the robbery from earlier, full of sensationalist questions regarding himself and his relationship with the Rabbit Hero, alongside some pointed statements about his outfit.

Worse still, there's a quote from an 'anonymous source' claiming that he's an underground Hero with a special Quirk that helped charm her into being his lover. As Izuku reads it, a groan inadvertently slips out and attracts Mirko's attention.

"What is it?" she demands as he freezes in place.

"Uh. I-it's- well, er, t-there's a-"

His stuttery attempt at an answer is clearly insufficient, for she simply reaches over and plucks his phone from his hands. He can see her crimson eyes flicking back and forth, a frown growing on her brow, and he sinks in his seat.

"Ugh, great. I knew this would happen, my cred's going to be demolished by the time this is over," Mirko growls. "And what the fuck is this about me falling to some sort of lust hormone bullshit?! I oughta go over there and-"

Whatever plan she's forming is thankfully cut short by the timely arrival of their food. Mirko returns his phone without further comment, though she retains her disgruntled look even as they begin to eat.

It's a pretty good katsudon, though it still pales compared to his mother's. Mirko seems to cool down a bit as she devours her karaage, and when she's finished off her yakisoba she leaves the money for the bill on the table and abruptly stands up, downing the last of her second beer.

"A-are you alright, Miss Mirko? Do you think I should call a taxi or something?" Izuku asks worriedly.

"M'fine. I'm not a lightweight, kid, it takes more than a couple weak beers to affect me," Mirko brushes him off. "Let's head back."

She gives a nod to the bartender, and Izuku offers his thanks for the meal. The elderly man smiles, bowing slightly once again as they leave.

The skies above are beginning to darken now, with pink slowly bruising into purple, but it's still nice and warm at least. Mirko marches briskly along while Izuku lags behind her, still doing his best to be vigilant though the streets are even emptier than before.

As they arrive at the apartment, a pair of young boys are kicking a ball between them near the door. One gives it a particularly hard kick, ricocheting off of the door where it narrowly misses Izuku's face and shoots out into the road.

"Oi. Watch it with that or you'll break something," Mirko tells them, ears flicking. "I don't wanna have to tell you again."

"Sorry, Miss Usagiyama," says the taller of the two, chasing after the wayward ball. "We'll be more careful, I swear."

"Who's dis, your boyfwend?" The younger one remarks, squinting at Izuku suspiciously.

"Never you mind, brat," Mirko replies, though there's no heat in it.

"I'm Midoriya, I'm, um, well - a Hero in training, I guess?" Izuku introduces himself awkwardly. "I'm very lucky to have Miss M- uh, Usagiyama teaching me for a little while."

The child continues to size him up for a few moments more before dismissing Izuku entirely.

"He so is your boyfwend, yuck," he exclaims, sticking out his tongue at Mirko.

"No, he's not. Now get back inside or I'll tell your mother what you've been up to," Mirko threatens them, pressing a code into the keypad.

The door slides open and the child runs inside with a squeal, the taller one soon following after, clutching the ball tightly. Mirko shakes her head in consternation as she too steps into the building.

"Kids… I know we need 'em, but who needs 'em?"

Izuku can only offer up an uncertain smile.

"I don't know, it was kind of cute," he says with a shrug.

"Yeah, yeah," Mirko laughs. "Anyway - we didn't get much of a chance for you to actually test your skills back there, so we oughta do some more training at least."

"Sounds great," Izuku beams.

Once in the gym, Mirko fiddles with her phone and her speakers again begin to fill the room with song - this time a little more upbeat. Izuku does his best to limber up while Mirko idly raises a dumbbell back and forth.

"Okay, rookie," Mirko declares when she deems him sufficiently prepared, dropping into a fighting stance. "This time you'll be sparring against me, not an object. Just try your best to land a hit on me."

It's certainly a step up in calibre from an inanimate object to one of the fastest Heroes in the country, but he can hardly decline.

"O-okay, Miss Mirko," he squeaks, assuming his own stance.

He lunges forward, trying to land a hit against her stomach, but just before his foot connects Mirko is no longer there and he's still hurtling forwards. Sadly he doesn't have time to correct himself before a whack to the back of his legs cause them to buckle and he's swiftly face-down on the floor.

"Nope. Again."

He pushes himself back up and tries again. This time he attempts to catch Mirko from the side, but she simply pivots out of the way of his attack and sweeps his feet out from under him, looking down with an amused glint in her crimson eyes.

"Too slow," Mirko chides.

He's going as fast as he can, but there's simply no way he could even hope to catch out one of the fastest Heroes in the country after only a day of his Quirk actually working semi-properly.

None of his attacks ever come close to landing and all of them result in him being reintroduced to gravity's cruel laws, yet Izuku is still enjoying the training - every failed attempt brings him one step closer to success, and every punishing blow reminds him to be more mindful of his opponent.

Eventually, however, Mirko loses her enthusiasm for kicking him around, switching off the music and leaving him with instructions to continue his attacks on the training dummy while she gets cleaned up.

His wood-and-foam opponent is a far more forgiving foe, withstanding his attacks and offering nothing in return, but he's still left sore by the time he's finished.

Mirko is now in her pyjamas and sitting at the kitchen table with a laptop and a glass of juice. She glances up at him briefly, before returning to the computer in front of her.

"Sup. Feelin' tired?"

"Ah, yes. I'm going to shower and turn in after, so good night Miss Mirko," Izuku nods.

"Night. If you wake up a little earlier tomorrow you can work out with me," Mirko says with a smirk.

"I'll set my alarm," he promises and Mirko's smirk widens but she simply waves him goodbye.

After a quick shower, he's back in his uniform and ready for bed. Ensuring his alarm is set for about seven tomorrow morning, he quickly texts his mother to let her know he's doing fine. She'll probably be asleep herself by now, he knows.

As he snuggles into the futon, he reflects on the past day - it might not have been the big, dramatic debut he'd been hoping for but it was certainly a good reminder to always give every person and situation the attention they require - he cannot slack off.

"Plus Ultra," he whispers and sleep soon takes him.