Hisashi, being the organised supervillain he tells himself he is, creates a list first.

Outfit – check. His whole closet is suits and suits alone.

Place – check. There's a rather nice restaurant just a few blocks away from the Accounting Firm; not too nice, yet not too shabby.

Time – yeah, that is the problem.

Supervillains are surprisingly busy. On top of that, Hisashi has to run and visit his companies. Sleep? Not an issue, Hisashi has at least three quirks for that. Food? He doesn't need that either.

Inko isn't nearly as busy and she's beginning to get suspicious. Hisashi told her he owns the company, yes. She doesn't know he owns most of Japan.

Hisashi sighs, pulling out his calendar for the upteenth time. 26th, busy; 27th… ooh, he has some free time that evening. Now, if he can just push a few meetings out of the way.

He grabs his phone from his bedside table and dials a number.

"Doctor."

"Yes, Sensei?"

"Inform the Project Delta team that the meeting has been changed. We will be having that today at 5:30."

"Yes Sensei."

Hisashi hears a mumble of 'doctor, not schedule manager' as he hangs up.

And he just has to tell Inko the details of their date.

Hisashi walks into the meeting room just over a minute late.

Keeping his subordinates on their toes keeps their fear alive.

He is, perhaps, overdoing the whole 'supervillain' thing.

Oh well.

"Good afternoon, all."

"Good afternoon, sir," one of his minions replies. "If I may, why did the time change?"

"Ah," Hisashi sighs. "Something came up and I needed that evening free. Now, let's get on with this."

The meeting finishes nearly two hours later. Hisashi gathers the sheets of paper from the table in a sweeping motion of his hand, a quirk doing most of the work for him.

He's back home within the next twenty minutes and lying on his bed, formulating evil plans (dinner conversation for Inko). He will be prepared.

He is, in fact, not prepared.

Hisashi stands before the mirror in his room, unruly curls slicked back and suit ironed to perfection.

'It's just a date,' he tells himself. 'If anything slips out, erase her memories!'

'She'll hate me,' Another part of his brain argues.

'She won't know. That's the whole point.'

'But she's smart!'

"Shut up!" Hisashi snaps. He grabs his keys, leaves the house, and activates a mind-calming quirk.

Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.

Inko sits at a table at the back of the restaurant, looking gorgeous in an emerald green dress. Her hair is pulled back into an elegant updo and silver leaves dangle from her ears.

Hisashi steels his nerves and walks towards her, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"Hello," Inko says, a smile playing across her face.

"You look amazing," Hisashi tells her.

She blushes furiously, and scratches her neck absently. "Thank you. You look good as well."

Inko hands him a menu that Hisashi accepts with a smile, receiving yet another blush at the skin contact.

"Shall we order wine?"

They end their date in the park after three hours in the restaurant. Hisashi and Inko sit on a bench and just talk for a while, getting to know each other better. Hisashi discovers that Inko's mother put her in foster care to keep her safe, leaving her only a letter to explain why. Inko's mother never returned, but Inko didn't know her name, or any of her birth family's names. According to the letter, Inko had an older brother by a few years, though she couldn't find him as she didn't know anything about him.

Hisashi, in return, tells her about his past, or what he can without giving away his supervillain persona.

"My parents were… not the best," he begins, waving off Inko's look of sympathy. "I don't mind. Yeah, I hated them, but I had my little brother so it was alright; I wasn't going to leave him. I was born in America, actually, so I grew up speaking English. My parents were quite well off and had a holiday home in France. They took my brother and I, not really looking after us, but they couldn't be bothered to leave us behind and face charges," Hisashi laughs bitterly. "I took the opportunity and learnt French fluently. They died when I was nineteen and my brother was nine. I got a job opportunity here and moved. My brother died shortly after because of his poor health. I left the company I was in and founded the Accounting Firm."

Yeah, he leaves out some things, but Inko doesn't have to know the gory details.

Speaking of which, his date had brought a hand up to cover her mouth sometime while he was talking.

"I am so sorry you had to go through that," Inko whispers. Hisashi shrugs.

"Oh well, we knew my brother would die eventually. It just happened earlier than I would've liked."

She nods, "Still… I'm sorry."

Hisashi smiles at her, "It's alright." He can't tell if he's lying or not.

Their date ends shortly afterwards, Hisashi asking her if she wants to do this again, to which she grins and tells him that that would be wonderful.

For the first time in over a century, Hisashi has someone to take care of.

Hisashi stares at the illuminated phone beneath his face, fingers hovering just above the keyboard.

How the fuck are you supposed to ask someone on a second date over texts?

The answer: you're clearly not.

He'll have to go into the office tomorrow.

So that's exactly what he does.

Garaki isn't pleased when Hisashi calls him the next morning to postpone yet another Project Delta meeting. The Doctor grunts and hangs up, and Hisashi changes yet another note on his calendar before leaving his house.

When he gets to the office, he's handed a mug of very sweet coffee – delightful. He sits down at his desk, speeding through all the work he'd need to do for the next few weeks. At exactly ten past eleven, he grabs his now-empty mug, leaves his office, and heads down to the kitchen.

Inko, as usual, is refilling her mug when he gets there. He knows her well enough by now to know that she is getting a black coffee, no sweeteners, plenty of caffeine. Hisashi refills his own latte, receiving a smile from Inko as he does.

Just as she looks ready to leave, Hisashi reaches over to tap her shoulder. "Can I borrow you for a moment?" he asks, glancing around to make sure they're alone. "My office?"

Inko, while confused, gives him a short nod. He leads her up to his office at the top of the building, both of them silent as they walk. Hisashi opens the door for her when they get there and Inko, ever the professional business woman, takes a seat in front of his desk, hands folded over her lap.

"What's wrong, Hisashi?"

"Um," he falters, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration at his lack of words. "Will you go on another date with me?"

Inko blanches. "You brought me up here just to ask that? I mean, of course I will… but seriously?"

Hisashi winces. "I'm bad at talking over texts. Well, I can text, I just can't phrase things right? I'm not really sure why, may be the ADHD… Yeah, I just don't know. The point is: I tried to text you but I couldn't- Mphm-"

His rambling is cut off when Inko presses her lips to his. Hisashi, startled, blinks before he kisses her back. They pull away from each other after what feels like an eternity.

Inko giggles. "You're an idiot, Hisashi. Tell you what, I'll be your girlfriend. I doubt you could tie your shoes without me."

Hisashi…

Well.

He bursts into tears.