Syndicate

by InuKagomeLuver4Eva

The powerful Yakuza clan, Uraraka, has ruled Musutafu with an iron fist for hundreds of years. Now, when the first female heir is born, Ochaco Uraraka must take a stand as rightful ruler of the clan. A fateful encounter with a stranger who saved her life seemed nothing more than a one time event...until he shows up at her door looking for an in. Ochaco x Deku.

3. Surging Tides

Mina shuffled through the endless mountain of packed boxes in search of her unfinished designs. She needed something to do while Kirishima was at work. After that night where Midoriya's boss showed up, neither of the detectives would utter a word of what happened. It was a little suspicious in her book; why would they both be holding vanilla envelopes that quickly disappeared after Sergeant Aizawa's departure? It reeked of collusion. But…she trusted Eijiro. Why else would she wholeheartedly agree to his proposal? Whatever he was doing at his new job, she supported from behind the curtain separating them.

Finding the box she wanted, Mina snatched it from its hiding spot before parading to the middle of the living room. There were other more important boxes to unpack though right now a distraction was needed. Toru had left to stay with her parents for a bit to leave the pinkette with some breathing room, not that she minded the company, and wouldn't be back for a few days. Midoriya had informed them of what they gathered from the office; Ojiro was alive and fine, but the police station wasn't going to probe into his direct location. Interfering with a local Yakuza clan could jeopardize his life further. Oh, how Hagakure had bawled her eyes out through the night. The pinkette held up a shimmering pink mini dress, lost in thought.

If that happened to her…would she be able to just sit around knowing Kirishima could be in danger? Or would she rush in without thinking of the consequences? The unfished outfit drooped lower. She'd give anything to have him back home safely…

"That would never happen….right?" Mina whispered to herself, the emptiness of the apartment pressing down. "He comes home every night, not a scratch on him, doesn't seem stressed or angry. That means Eijiro isn't doing anything reckless…doesn't it?"

Yet he still couldn't tell her about his job. All he mentioned was that the day had been easy, no problems, weather was nice, etc. Never going in-depth about what he's doing. Even when probed he refused to budge, like an unbreakable wall. It was a bit frustrating that he wouldn't tell her about his day. Couldn't. Not even Midoriya would budge though that man was nearly impossible to break. Too dedicated to his work. That trait made him a great detective from what she'd heard. Of course, that's how Midoriya was. Always striving towards the top despite any obstacles hinder the path. A low huff slipped out. Probably why he was still single. No time for dating when he was saving the world!

Plopping the dress back into the box after brief consideration, Mina shifted to the couch while grabbing the remote. Any motivation she had shriveled up once she began thinking about the secretiveness of her fiancé. A few channel swipes until a familiar name popped up, instantly catching her attention. Love without Boundaries. It was such an intense, horribly cliche, show that had her drawn into it like a bee to honey. A rough, hardened detective paired with a young, sheltered daughter of a diplomat. Even Midoriya seemed to get dragged into last week. While still fairly new, the series already was on its third episode of the month. In the beginning it went over the backgrounds of both main characters, slowly easing into the moment they met. Today's episode was supposed to be a first interaction between them.

"Finally! I don't have the patience for this to happen so slowly! Come on, show me the good stuff!" Mina cheered loudly, pulling her knees to chest and wrapping both arms around tightly. Even her toes were tapping impatiently against the cushions. Mushy, romantic scenarios were her bread and butter. Before the beginning credits could even end, her phone rang loudly. An exasperated groan and the TV paused. "Love without Boundaries is on right now, Toru—"

"Girl, there are bigger issues right now! I've just witnessed Kirishima driving around with Midoriya and some random girl. I saw them leaving that super high-end boutique in downtown! I'm on my way to pick you up, we're going to tail them." Hagakure practically screeched over the phone, Mina yanking it away from a ringing ear faster than lightning. A finger turned the call to speaker.

"What are you talking about? Kirishima and Midoriya are at work right now, how would they be driving some rando around? Also, volume please!"

"Look at the picture I just sent you. I'd recognize those two anywhere."

A vibration alerted the pinkette to an incoming message. She opened the thread to see a clear picture of Kirishima standing beside a blacked-out SUV, holding the door open for a mysterious person as Midoriya carried a handful of crisp, designer bags. Amber eyes narrowed as the photo was zoomed in. It was definitely Kirishima and Midoriya. But who was the mysterious girl? A mask concealed most of her face. Brown hair, light eyes, extremely stylish (and from the looks of it, expensive) designer clothes. Honestly? She almost looked like the girl from Love without Boundaries. "You weren't kidding…"

"Would I kid about something this serious? Please tell me you're dressed. I'm about thirty seconds out and you better be ready to fly into the passenger seat!"

"Give me like, a minute at least! I'm just in a tank and shorts. If we're going to tail then I need to be in something inconspicuous. How do you know we aren't going to lose them in the meantime?" Mina flew from the couch and into the bedroom, setting the phone down before tearing through the overstuffed dresser. It felt like a spy scenario; trailing the suspicious lover to uncover the mysterious woman!

"That's why I'm telling you to hurry! If you're not down here in two minutes—"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Mina muffled through the shirt being shoved over her head. Yanking on some high-rise, hip hugging jeans, the fashion designer slipped on some sandals before jogging to the kitchen to grab her keys, sunglasses, and wallet. "I'm headed out of the apartment right now. Are you right out front?"

"Yes, yes, practically blocking the front door!"

Flying down the apartment stairs like there was a clearance sale on rare fabrics, Mina Ashido hit the landing and shot towards the open door of Hagakure's car. The door had barely closed when the blonde took off, erratically weaving back towards the street. Mina hurriedly snapped the seatbelt on before she went flying back out the door. It took mere minutes to get back downtown and then the search began. Every street, parking lot, drive-through they scoured. After about fifteen minutes their hopes began to dwindle.

"Man, we lost them! I was so sure they'd still be around here. Maybe they finished their errands already," Toru huffed out, leaning over the steering wheel in defeat. Mina crossed her legs while scanning the area as they sat at a red light. "Argh! Seriously! How did they get away so fast! Didn't Kirishima do some racing in his younger years? Maybe that's how they slipped past."

"Take a right here, there's somewhere I want to check before giving up completely." The pinkette directed with a delicately painted nail. A turn signal clicked on as the blonde shifted lanes and changed directions upon a green arrow. "I have a hunch they're going to hit more high-end shops soon. And considering there's one that just so happens to be opening today, that's likely their next target."

"How are you so sure of that?" Hagakure questioned while switching lanes, keeping full attention on the road. She heard a mischievous chuckle from the passenger seat, quickly glancing over at the smug woman. "Mina…"

"It may or may not be the premature opening of a new shop called Finite Fashion…a store that holds a majority of my new collection revealing fully at the end of the week."

"Mina! You didn't tell me this?!" Hagakure squawked, inadvertently swerving slightly into the other lane. A loud horn jerked her back into the correct lane and she waved an apology out the window. "Seriously! We could've just started there!"

"Sorry~"

"No, you're not sorry."

"True," The pinkette laughed while stickering her tongue out. "I'm unapologetically bad about reminding people about events. I get busy, ya know. There! Where the velvet ropes are lined up out front. Go ahead and pull into the parking lot,"

"Are they even going to let us in? Security looks tight…" Hagakure mumbled and obliged. Nearly a dozen suited men were stationed around the property; guarding the parking lot, front door, side door, there was probably someone even on the roof. While it seemed overkill for a soft opening, a few celebrities were scheduled to show.

They pulled up to the gated lot and stopped shy of the barricade arm, a man putting his hand up as he walked over. Mina popped her shades up as the driver side window lowered halfway.

"I'm sorry, this is a private event and only those with invitations may enter." The man spoke lightly with a guarded tone. Eyes concealed behind sunglasses swept through the back and front searching for any contraband or weapons.

"That's why we're here! I'm the designer for the line Ashido Aesthetics, Mina Ashido. I know I'm not scheduled to show up until the grand opening later this week, but I couldn't contain my excitement! You can get with the store owner, Nemuri Kayama. She's well-aware of who I am." Mina stated matter-of-factly. The man studied her for a minute before reaching for the radio connected to his ear. While he stood and turned away to confirm her identity, Hagakure leaned over to whisper.

"Are you sure this is going to work? What if we get thrown in jail for trespassing?"

"Don't worry, there's extra perks about dating a police officer. Free get out of jail card!"

"Mina!"

"Miss Ashido," The guard interrupted their quiet squabble, both girls instantly turning their attention back. "Miss Nemuri will be awaiting your presence inside. Please go through the gate and park in a spot against the wall. Your friend here has not been authorized to enter the building until opening day, though she may remain in the secured lot. Any questions?"

"No questions from me. Thank you so much! I'll make sure to get the proper paperwork submitted for next time." Mina thanked him profusely with hands pressed together.

Hagakure quickly parked in the spot with cheeks puffed up in annoyance. Her friend gave a quick apology prior to shutting the door. Mina would have to make it up to her later; right now she needed to see what was going on with the trouble duo and their mystery woman. A guard opened the door for her, and she swept into the shop oozing confidence. Now it was time to switch on work mode. As she weaved through the back towards the main floor, a few racks of her clothing line caught her eye sitting off to the side. Diverting towards them the designer skimmed through them before pulling out a pink and purple patterned tube top in her size. The shirt she'd grabbed wasn't suitable for greeting Nemuri, nothing more than one Kirishima's old school band shirts.

Stripping without a care in the world, the pinkette slipped on the special design then unclipped the straps from her bra before shoving them into her pockets. Versatile yet functional. Just how clothing should be. The shoes were the next problem. While they were still fashionable and cute, heels were a better fit. Luckily, she planned ahead. A pallet of shoes nearby offered the perfect solution. You can't have one-of-a-kind Ashido outfits without matching shoes. Searching for the black pumps, she yanked the box out and quickly swapped them. Now she was ready to meet Nemuri. With heels clicking across the wooden floors, Mina Ashido strode through the backroom door and onto the main floor.

The setup was better than she expected; staff dressed in all black, champagne bubbling and ready, her designs front and center. Excitement buzzed through her body. It was always incredible to see so many years of hard work finally pay off. How many tireless nights of designing, scrapping, designing again before she found her niche?

"Mina, what an unexpected surprise to see you here. I figured you'd be waiting for the grand opening this Friday. Why the change of heart?" A voluptuous, black-haired woman with piercing blue eyes hidden behind red glasses sauntered over to the young woman, arms folded casually beneath a bouncing chest. Nemuri Kayama. Fashion icon and businesswoman who single-handedly opened up the market for young entrepreneurs. A knee-length, black fitted dress snugly clung to every curve, high slits on either side along with a plunging neckline draped with dripping diamonds. Crimson pumps created a sharp contrast. Only someone of her caliber could ever pull off such a daring look.

"Nemuri! Fantastic to see you! Sorry for the sudden drop, I was too excited to see my line premiering! I hope this isn't a problem for you," Mina gave a chaste kiss on either cheek, taking both silken hands lightly.

"Don't worry about it. In fact, I was going to reach out to you in regard to this Friday. There are going to be some valuable names swinging by and I'd like to go over the schedule with you when there's a moment. The soft opening is about to begin, care for a flute of champagne?"

"You know I'll never turn down free drinks," Mina slyly replied as Nemuri let out a mirthful chuckle.

Nemuri handed the designer a glass of bubbly just as the doors opened, a handful of people entering the store with piqued curiosities. While staying back for the most part, Mina studied each and every woman that entered the glass doors. Why wouldn't that woman show? It seemed obvious she enjoyed fashion or at least looking professional. A lot of her line was for the party girl though a handful of pieces were meant for the more serious lifestyle. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. Mina continuously checked her watch anxiously. Poor Hagakure was probably growing bored. Debating whether or not to step outside to check on her partner in crime, just as she made her way to the ever-chatty Nemuri, her phone rang.

"They just pulled into the lot! Blacked out SUV with Kirishima driving! It's a little hard to see through the tinted windows, but I'm positive it has the same plate!" Hagakure loudly whispered through the phone, as if they could hear her with the windows rolled up. "Woah…security is swarming like crazy—hold on, one of them is at my window..."

"What do they want?" Mina turned on her heel and began fast walking towards the back room to avoid drawing attention. "You've already been granted access to sit in the parking lot, they can't kick you out all of a sudden without reason."

"Miss, you're going to have to temporarily hand over your phone. My apologies. No photography or calls may be made at this time." A male voice filtered through the line causing Mina to slow to a stop, hand reaching for the door handle.

"May I ask why? I've been given access to sit here while waiting for my friend, Mina Ashido. She's in there with Miss Nemuri Kayama right now. I'll put the phone away—"

"I'm sorry, I have to abide by the rules. Your phone will return to you unharmed afterwards. It's a security risk I can't take, I'm just following orders."

"What the hell?" Mina whispered as the line suddenly cut out. Was…was that girl powerful enough to have such intense security protocols? Grasping the handle tightly, she pushed down on it and swung the door open. Screw it. "Kirishima, I need to call—"

"Ma'am, you can't be back here right now. I'm going to have to ask you to stay on the floor." Another security guard. There were about half a dozen loitering around in the room. When had they arrived? She didn't even notice. Her patience was beginning to grow thin with the mystery bullshit.

"Excuse me, do you know who I am? This soft-opening is premiering with my designer line. If I need to go into the back and restock my merchandise, then I am going to do so. I have to do my job and if you have a problem with it, call Eijiro Kirishima." Mina planted both hands on her hips, cocking them to one side and lifting her chin defiantly up at the bulky guard. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Nice try, but you still need to return to the floor—"

"Mina? What are you doing here?" Izuku had just opened the rear door for Miss Haniko when the familiar voice reached him. Keeping the door from opening all the way, the detective quickly scanned over the guards. It seemed like they were preventing her from moving any further. "What's going on back here?"

"Midoriya! Thank goodness you're here. I showed up for the soft opening of my line debuting and these jerks aren't allowing me access to my stock. Is Kirishima with you? Hagakure is still in the parking lot waiting on me. They wouldn't let her in either." Mina breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar face. But his expression had unease settling in her chest. He kept looking backwards at something just out of her line of sight, and his posture was tensed. If she didn't know any better, he look almost disgruntled at her appearance. "What's wrong?"

"Mina, I'm sorry. I need you to head back onto the floor. Please." Izuku spoke firmly, emerald locking with amber. Confusion flickered across her face. She shouldn't have been here, there wasn't any word of the soft opening today. Kirishima never mentioned anything about it. "I can't explain things right now—"

"You mean about how you're escorting a young woman around with Kirishima as the driver? Yeah. Toru spotted you both earlier at another boutique. Is this why Kirishima hasn't been answering my questions about work?"

The color drained from his face. Did he really not notice Hagakure? What car did she even drive? What angle was it taken from? Is that how they tracked them down so easily? The air quickly became tense as the guards shared hard gazes. Things were about to go south and fast. The hand remaining outside motioned at Kirishima, urging to back him up. Miss Haniko suddenly grasped onto the arm waving reinforcements in, lowering it down to his side. She looked up at her guard with clear intent and hesitantly, Izuku stepped aside to allow access.

"Apologies Miss Mina, I would be the reason for the heavy security. I assure that they mean no harm, they are just doing their jobs. Forgive me for the inconvenience." Ochaco slightly bowed to the designer after taking a few steps inside. "My name is Ochaco Haniko."

"N-nice to meet you, I'm Mina Ashido." Mina quickly bowed once the security detail spread out. Holy. Fuck. Whoever this girl was she had enough authority to send the guard dogs packing. Even the air had cleared out considerably. Was she dangerous? Is that why Kirishima couldn't say anything? It was a bad idea to trail them…

"As in Ashido Aesthetics?" Ochaco asked with a hint of excitement. She'd heard about the new line unveiling soon, though she didn't realize this soon. It was by chance they found this shop. To think she was going to finish her shopping early and return to a boring, quiet mansion. "You're releasing your new line today, right? Do you have any items you personally recommend?"

"I have multiple racks back here and a full stock up front. What were you interested in? I see your attraction to Midnight Mysteries, excellent choice. In fact, the designer behind that line is here right now since she owns this shop." Mina relaxed a bit more yet remained wary. Izuku still seemed rather wound up and watched their interaction intensely. He didn't seem happy about the situation…

"Is she? I've been waiting for the next release! If it's not too much trouble," She reined herself back in. Representation upon the world, Ochaco. "Detective Midoriya, could you ask Detective Kirishima to check on the young lady waiting in her car? I have no problems if she enters the building, though it's up to your discretion."

"I'll get with him on that." Izuku nodded before pulling out his phone.

"I feel bad for Toru, she's been sitting out there for a hot minute," Mina sighed while Izuku talked on the phone. Ochaco noticed and tilted her head slightly out of curiosity. They must've arrived together. Were they friends? She seemed to care for the health and safety of the girl.

"Was she not allowed on the premises?"

"Unfortunately no, security wouldn't allow her to leave the parking lot."

"I see."

Ochaco glanced over at one of the men, instantly sending him a warning glare as soon as he connected gazes. He understood and spoke into his earpiece. The level of security was beginning to grate on her nerves. Leaving a poor woman in her vehicle with this weather? While it wasn't summer, the humidity was still ramping up and the sun still blazed. Aizawa would need to correct some of the members on their behavior. It'd been escalating without warning over the last week of outside time. Mina missed the whole interaction as the backroom door opened, revealing the other designer striding in gracefully.

"Miss Haniko, welcome to my shop. I'm Nemuri Kayama. I hope your journey here was smooth," Nemuri spoke warmly, greeting the young woman with a firm handshake. "We were just about to clear the floor for your arrival. Can I get you anything? Champagne? Water? Snacks?"

"A glass of champagne would be lovely, Nemuri. Miss Ashido, is there anything we can supply your companion? Surely she must be at least thirsty sitting outside." The brunette turned to the pink haired designer, hands overlapping at her front. Ochaco could tell the woman was still uneasy with her presence; being Yakuza tended to have that effect on people. But it also seemed like there was something between her and Izuku. Friends? Lovers?

"Probably some water and snacks, I'm not sure if she's eaten yet today." Ochaco nodded and simply motioned at one of the guards. He began gathering items. "Miss Nemuri, Miss Haniko is a huge fan of your designs. Do you have anything in particular you'd like to show? Anything from the Moonlight line?"

"Hm, there's a good variety of the new line here in the back. I'll gather some items and bring them to your dressing room while you get settled. Don't hesitate to ask for anything," Nemuri smiled.

"Of course, I appreciate your hospitality. Both of you." Ochaco gave a brief, shallow bow as the renowned designer went on a hunt for apparel. Mina scrambled to respond, nearly throwing the sunglasses from atop her messy pink locks in the process. She didn't miss how the guard immediately got to work with just the wave of a hand.

Whoever Miss Ochaco Haniko was, she was one powerful woman.

"Kirishima said he'll escort Hagakure inside the building, but he needs a word with you, Mina. I'll handle things for now." Izuku spoke after hanging up the phone, looking sternly at the shrinking pinkette. Kirishima was not happy Mina was involved now. It was a massive breach of security and put a target on her back as well, something his friend wanted to avoid. They already had to worry about Ojiro; now Mina and Hagakure could be targeted.

"I'm sorry Miss Haniko, I'll be right back. Feel free to browse through anything on the floor," Mina waved as Izuku escorted her to the floor, the false cheeriness shifting into nervousness. Was Kirishima going to be mad? Trying to follow them was a horrible idea, something that happened on a whim. There were so many questions that needed answered…yet this wasn't the way to do it. She knew better.

She should've trusted Kirishima.

Hagakure popped through the door not even a minute later looking a little uneasy, though seemingly unharmed. The blonde made a beeline for Mina who latched onto her fiercely. Her friend murmured a question against her collarbone. Now wasn't the time to answer as a familiar redhead entered. There were brewing frustrations that Mina could see, and concern ready to break through the tensioned surface. A quick tapping had her friend release the tight hold and a guard escorted her away. Mina fidgeted nervously as her fiancé approached, boots thudding to a stop a foot away. She didn't want to face him like this, not after the realization of her actions hit hard. They didn't say anything because of the level of risk in their mission. Something she just interfered with.

"Mina, look at me." Eijiro spoke softly, the faintest bit of strain underlying each word. Was he frustrated that there was a security breach? Absolutely. Sergeant Aizawa was going to ream both him and Midoriya into next year. But he was more concerned about the way his fiancé was reacting right now. "Please. I'm not mad, I promise. I'm just concerned about this situation."

"I shouldn't have tried to follow you Eijiro, I'm sorry. It just feels like you've isolated yourself from me. You never talk about work, and I get worried because how do I know this won't end up like Ojiro? One day you could just poof! Disappear from my life. I know now this is dangerous and that's why you've been keeping it secret," Her shoulders shuddered as a hand clasped over trembling lips. "I've probably jeopardized your job in protecting Miss Haniko. Everything's been ruined—"

"Nothing's been ruined, Mina," Eijiro interjected, sweeping the pinkette into his arms tightly. Pink locks brushed against his cheek as he pressed their heads together. "I know I've been hiding things from you and I'm sorry, I was sworn to secrecy on the matter. The situation surrounding this is…delicate. There are so many things that could go wrong. I didn't want you getting involved because of the risk it poses; there are a lot of people out there that would take advantage in a heartbeat."

"I won't tell a soul," Mina pulled back with a pinkie extended. A larger one latched onto it and pulled it upwards, Kirishima gently kissing it. His smile was strained albeit some of the tension was washing away.

"I trust you. Things may get crazy for a bit now, but I'll make sure nothing happens. I need to get back to work. Same shitty Chinese food place?"

"Same shitty Chinese food place," Mina beamed, quickly kissing him then withdrawing. "If you'll excuse me, I have a high-priority client awaiting my designs."

"Work your magic, babe," Eijiro beamed with a small wave, watching as the woman he was soon to marry model strutted her way back to the floor. She threw a wink and a kiss over her shoulder just as the door slid shut. "God, I love that woman."

Ochaco traced over the various fabrics on the racks checking styles for modesty. A lot of items had already been marked from the list strictly due to their revealing nature. Sleeveless, plunging neckline, cropped, fringed, way too short. Even shorter than she thought humanly possible. Izuku stood in front of the now locked entrance, scanning the room like clockwork. While she didn't mind his presence, he took his job a bit too seriously. Clearly he wasn't aware of the numerous Yakuza loitering around the property. Wherever she went so did they. Though under the guise of private security, they had obvious differences. Harsher expressions for one. And the fact that they carried more than one lethal weapon on their hip at a time.

Truth be told, the first week together was a smidge rough. Izuku tended to be on a tight schedule despite two full hours of freedom; no loitering, always on the move, constant surveillance, keeping strictly professional. It felt like being with Aizawa at times with zero snarky remarks. Ochaco figured it would be a breath of air, more than a small gasp-full, yet it seemed to be the same amount no matter how things played out. At least she could play dress up and get coffee. Not to say she didn't have enough clothing or coffee at a whims notice; being amongst normal people felt…invigorating.

"You don't have to be so uptight, Izuku. There's nothing to worry about here," Ochaco thought aloud while shifting to another rack, not even bothering to spare a glance over. He heard her just fine in the six feet apart.

"Apologies, Miss Ochaco. Just the parameters of my job." Izuku replied evenly though he relaxed the slightest bit. "Considering this wasn't originally on the planned shops for the day, precautions need to be taken. I understand there is security already on site, but that doesn't mean they're confirmed with U.A. Police Agency."

"Do you ever do anything fun?" Ochaco turned to him with a blouse grasped between two hands.

"I like to spend my free time exercising, watching documentaries, reading; grocery shopping is a must by the end of the week. Occasionally I'll go for a run down by the river. Normal things I suppose." He replied. Ochaco averted her gaze to the shirt. Normal. What was that like? Did people go shopping for clothes and coffee often? Get to walk along the riverbanks or even stroll through a park without care? It must be nice, she thought with a hint of bitterness.

Not to slander the rather cushiony lifestyle, endless restrictions meant less freedom; less happiness. Even if she bought every single thing in this shop it wouldn't make her happy. The most expensive cars she could only admire. Endless coffee. Extravagant feasts. Private jets. Exquisite jewelry. There wasn't even the chance to relax on their outings, eyes always scanning for rivaling clans despite the beefy security. No doubt Aizawa had covered every possible outcome.

Yet she still couldn't breathe freely.

"That woman, Mina. How do you know her?"

"She's actually a former classmate of mine from high school. She split town to become a designer alongside Kirishima who went to the same police academy as me. They're getting married at the beginning of the year which is why they moved back to town. Wanted to be closer to family." Izuku bit his tongue about the other reason; his client didn't need to know about their MIA friend.

"What about the other girl just sitting over there? She a friend as well? The suspicious look I'm receiving right now speaks volumes." Ochaco picked up another shirt to examine, hearing how he shifted in place. Uncomfortable subjects or due to the intense stare poking into the side of her head?

"Kind of the same situation. Hagakure is Mina's best friend. Practically attached at the hip," A soft chuckle followed by a nearly inaudible sigh. "They met in middle school and just kind of clicked. Though sometimes they can be a handful,"

"Elaborate,"

"Well," Izuku rubbed at his bottom lip in thought, a habit since middle school. "Let's just say that when there's alcohol involved, they perform some crazy stunts that nearly land them in jail."

"Party girls. I've heard about those. Though in my instance, alcohol should be savored not downed like it's the last drop of water in a barren desert."

"I have a question…" Toru called out from her position at the posh lounge area just in front of the store display sign. Auburn swung to azure quizzically. Taking that as her cue to continue despite the stare sending chills up her spin, the blonde swallowed. It was a stare that unnerved her. "So…have you never been to a club before?"

"A…club?" Ochaco replied with a notched brow. "Do you mean a socialite gathering? Plenty."

"Toru," Izuku warned lightly though the brunette waved off the concern, shifting closer to the blonde woman after hanging up a shirt. Ochaco chose to sit in the opposite chair with a flute of champaign swirling between fingers.

"A socialite gathering? What rich people do? No way! I don't have any high status like that, probably never will. A club is a dimly lit place, usually a bar, where they have pounding music, drinks, and sometimes games. Most people go there to unwind from a stressful workweek. Mina and I used to go a lot towards the end of the high school. That would be where the police drama happened; two underage girls dancing and taking drinks from strangers? Ask Midoriya; that's a big no-no." Hagakure leaned closer as she excitedly talked, oblivious to the fact that a few lingering guards inched closer.

"You both nearly got arrested for sneaking into that club. Which is a twenty-one plus location." The detective pointed out bluntly.

"That's the fun of it! The thrill you get when your heart's racing and you've got the five-O on your tail! Mina and I had a blast that night," Hagakure snickered as the memory came back. "We were both heavily hungover the next day—"

"You were hungover. A sommelier like me has no trouble recovering with a good night's sleep." Mina interjected the wildly spiraling conversation. Both arms were filled to the brim with plastic covered outfits that crinkled with every movement. "I apologize on her behalf Miss Haniko, Toru sometimes gets out of hand when recalling our younger days."

"You act like this was thirty years ago instead of three. Don't worry, I have countless more stories to tell!" The blonde winked then leaned back against the couch. "I could take a nap on this thing! So comfortable,"

"Then do so quietly, I'm trying to work. I have a dressing room waiting for you, Miss Haniko." Mina briefly lifted the pounds of clothing, directing the socialite to a nearby changing room. "I understand your preference is more professional, so I didn't bother bringing any inappropriate items. Please let me know if you need any help; I'll be waiting out here."

"Thank you, Miss Ashido."

"Please, call me Mina! You practically know my whole life thanks to that one blathering about my rebellious side." Mina let out a hearty laugh as Toru stuck out her tongue. The girls shared a brief giggle fest as Ochaco watched the interaction.

Strange. Were friends like this all the time? Mocking one another? It felt like something that only happened on a TV show. Slipping into the changing room, Ochaco shifted off the jacket and hung it on a provided hanger. Overall this place was nice; not a gaudy level of luxurious yet maintaining a clean, well-stocked floor. Miss Nemuri was friendly, as were Mina and Hagakure. Normally the only other women she interacted with were her mother, stylists, hairdressers; those who were trusted to lay a hand on the heiress. Fingers deftly unbuttoned the blouse. Now that she thought about it…were these two the first somewhat normal interaction she's had?

Not including Izuku. That was still professional though he liked to bring up interesting facts about the area, as if she wasn't fully aware of the history. He appeared to be the nerdy type; taking notes on everything, the types of documentaries he watched, even how he organized his days out. Apparently he was a huge nerd for detective shows. They were good for real-life notes, he'd said happily. An amused huff slipped out. He was a strange one for sure. Certainly more talkative than Kirishima was. A rose gold, three-quarter sleeved blouse fit perfectly against her curves, the heiress twisting this way and that to test the fit. Mina was an excellent designer, she silently praised. Paired with it was a crisp white blazer with full sleeves slit at the ends and slightly loose slate grey slacks. Compared to her other clothes, these had more vibrancy to them. More life.

Boxes of varying heels had been stacked onto the adjoining shelf, so she searched for a matching set. Tan and three inches. Perfect. Despite not being the tallest of the Uraraka lineage, there were ways to make up for the shortfall. She examined herself in the mirror, scrutinizing every single detail. While it appeared to be like every other high-end apparel out there, noticeable differences set Ashido Aesthetics apart from the rest. The outer material felt more breathable, something highly sought after during the summer heatwaves, fabric that felt like heaven against exposed skin, lightweight, and even carried unique traits. Two cursive A's donned as a crest above her heart, glistening with just a hint of sparkles beneath the fluorescent lights. A finger trailed over the emblem as light as a feather. Most companies tended to keep their trademark on the inside for a higher end appearance. Bold move to place them on the outside, though completely reasonable. Why hide the creativity?

Instead of trying on every outfit and wasting the last precious chunk of freedom, Ochaco returned to her outing apparel and carefully set everything back in order. She'd just take one of everything, including the long-anticipated Midnight line still hanging on the wall. The lock clicked softly as the door swung open. Both girls were chatting enthusiastically on the couch, oblivious to her arrival. Izuku, of course, noticed right away and resumed his scanning.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't spoil the episode for me! I didn't get to watch it today since you interrupted!" Mina was shaking both hands at her friend who donned a devious look. "I'm going to watch it when I get home so zip it."

"But it's sooooo good! I know the beginning started off slow with going over both of their background stories, but it's getting good! Detective Takimoto is such a hottie! The diplomats daughter is like straight out of a magazine! Slender, fair, fabulously dressed at every moment. Such a depressing background though; who could live cooped up in a mansion their whole life and be so unaware of the outside world?" Hagakure retorted while clasping onto the waving hands, shoving them down onto the cushion.

If only they knew…

"Ah, forgive me. We were getting caught up in the latest drama show. So? How did everything fit? Anything you liked or disliked?" Mina yanked her hands free and jumped to her feet as soon as she noticed the woman standing there patiently. "Please, be completely honesty with your review!"

"Everything is wonderful. The coloring is vibrant and feels full of life while the material is breathable and light. The emblem on the chest is a nice touch as well. You've truly outdone yourself, Mina." Ochaco praised with fingers pressed together at chest level. The designer flushed bright from the compliments and bowed gratefully. "I'll take one of every style and color, including the shoes. Oh, the Midnight line as well. Could you have everything ready by the end of the week?"

"Absolutely! I have everything in stock currently so I can begin packing it up now. Thank you so much for your kind words, they truly mean a lot. I've worked so hard to get this business off the ground and having you as my very first customer means the world. Thank you, Ochaco. You're amazing." Mina clasped her hands over the Yakuza's warmly, staring at her with teary eyes. It surprised Ochaco; never had someone thanked her so…so earnestly. She didn't even notice when the pinkette pulled away to pick the order, recruiting Hagakure in the process.

It wasn't until a hand lightly tapped her shoulder that the heiress blinked and looked up to see Izuku giving a concerned look.

"Everything alright? You froze up there. I'm sorry, I should've stopped her from touching you. I'll correct her for the future."

"…no, it's alright," Ochaco murmured while lowering both hands. They tingled with warmth from the touch. "I…it just threw me off a bit. I don't mind it, really. May I ask a favor?"

"Anything, Miss Ochaco," Izuku replied instantly.

"…may I come back to see them again?"

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Aizawa watched as the heiress departed from the police station with almost a skip in her step, the smile beneath her mask nearly shining through. The first week was rough; things seemed awkward between her and Midoriya. That was to be expected. While one of the best detectives on the force, it was due to his diligence in absorbing any and all information that pertained to work. And apparently the real world too. Ochaco talked about how he could recite specific information in a matter of seconds, clearly and accurately. About how perceptive he was in intercepting a drunken stranger, faster than even she could react. How he never made her feel uncomfortable and earnestly answered every question. Overall, the heiress was much happier than before; things were progressing smoother than he projected.

Except in the shadows of her radiating happiness. Lurking in the darkness was a threat surging higher and higher against the turf, slowly eroding it away grain by grain. Since the first attack on the hideout two more had been hit. Three in the span of two weeks. They were getting closer, breaking through their defenses with expertise and roiling flames. Each one burned to the ground; either to send a warning or smoke out the inhabitants, Shota wasn't quite sure. Five men dead. While they weren't considered part of the main regiment in Musutafu, those men that bravely fought to defend the Uraraka name to the end were still family. Proper burials were to be given along with condolences to the family.

That brought up another issue; the fact that Ochaco's safety was compromised by one of the women he met in Midoriya's apartment. Technically both of them. He'd been sure to run thorough backgrounds the moment he left. While they were squeaky clean save for some minor police run-ins in their younger years, it didn't change the fact that it still happened. And he made sure Midoriya and Kirishima got an earful before Ochaco intervened, defending their actions. It was because of her words that they were let off with a strict warning instead of being yanked from the field and dangled as shark bait at the docks.

The plan for today was a 'movie day' at Midoriya's apartment. Nearly three weeks on the dot and they were hosting a party. Luckily, Shota had already bugged the place and secured the surrounding apartments with a generous vacation offer to the residents. Yakuza would be temporarily moving in, listening in on the conversations, and monitoring every step. He didn't like it one bit though his restrictions could only go so far; this was meant to get her out of the house, not lock her back up again. Her parents were entrusting their daughter to him and come Hell and high water, he'd protect her with his life.

Ochaco fiddled her fingers anxiously against her lap as Kirishima made his way to the apartment. She'd never been to someone else's apartment before, let alone a boys. Though did it technically count since it was her bodyguard's home? Mina and Hagakure had planned the whole event as a better way for them to all bond together, promising a marathon of fun and food. While her appetite had been satiated with a fine meal within the last two hours, she'd attempt to partake in the fun food. A vibration from her phone alerted the Yakuza to a new message.

'Hi dear! Just checking in to let you know the business deal is going smoothly. We should be home within a month and a half, less if we can get paperwork sorted and sent out. I found you this cute glass sphere with a galaxy inside! I'll have it shipped out today before the next meeting. Love you lots! Have fun at your friend's house!'

A smile ticked at her face. Her mother always found the most random of gifts to mail home. But the away time had the brunette frowning. Another two-month trip? The ascension was in less than three months now, what if they got delayed in returning? By ancient Uraraka clan law, the successor was to ascend the throne by their twenty-first birthday. On very rare occasions, it happened sooner. But anyone past that age would be seen as lacking the strength to uphold the strict values, weakening their hold over the name. Chewing on the inside of her lip, Ochaco sent a reply before locking the screen and turning her attention to the outside world. Less than three months now…in less than three months she would be taking over as head of the Uraraka clan.

It felt daunting.

There was so much she didn't know despite the entire childhood of learning. The business aspects were left to her parents since there'd been an influx over the past decade. Aizawa was always there to help and guide but it didn't feel fair to dump that responsibility onto him. He was already swamped to the point the bags beneath his eyes were growing deeper by the day. When questioned he just chalked it up to a busy police season. Yet it didn't quite explain the increase in Yakuza presence wherever she went. While the two detectives escorting her may not have noticed, she absolutely did.

Just average looking people doing average people things. Buying groceries. Walking the dog. Taking their children to the park. Working normal jobs. But she knew. Because the moment she locked eyes with them, there was the tiniest nod of acknowledgement prior to them moving onto something else. They were switching positions in order to relay her location. Never in the eye of the public, always behind a shelf, in the backroom, or even as they were sipping a coffee cup. Musutafu was swarming with Yakuza. And in a way in swelled her chest with pride; their connections had grown far and wide through the city and beyond.

But why the sudden increase in security? It's not like the Uraraka clan hadn't already staked down inside the ever-busy police station, garnering command of practically the whole network across six major cities. Nothing flew under their radar. Both detectives escorting her were top-notch in their line of work; near flawless records with some of the fastest reflexes she'd seen. There were times Izuku noticed lingering eyes even before she could turn around at the sensation. It'd been drilled into the heiress from a young age to always be aware of her surroundings and how to correctly respond, but Izuku? He was born that way. No amount of training and diligence could compare to his natural instinct that rivaled her own. Hell, even Aizawa's instinct seemed to only be a hair above his subordinates.

Speaking of…her mentor seemed to be more on edge lately as well. Exhausted. Wary. Irritable. While that was most of the time, Ochaco hadn't seen him in such a frazzled state; not like this. He'd go through the normal process of escorting her to the police station while going over the days plan, then it seemed like she was instantly whisked off to do whatever she pleased as officers swarmed him with questions. When pried, he dismissed the concerns with a flap of a scarred hand. Though suspicions arose, Ochaco knew he'd never break. That's why he was the highest ranked Yakuza in the clan. That's why—

"Miss Ochaco, we've arrived. Mina and Toru should be waiting inside." Kirishima interrupted the heavy thought tsunami as the SUV rolled to a stop. Izuku, like usual, was already bailing from the passenger seat to open her door.

"I didn't even notice," Ochaco mumbled to herself just as the door opened, an awaiting hand held out. Like usual, she accepted the gesture. The warmth from his hand lingered longer each time their skin touched. For what reason she didn't know, albeit it was comforting each and every time. Their hands slipped apart and hers naturally resided against her front, overlapping. "Prior to tonight's festivities, I would like to bestow the gifts upon them. As thanks for the gracious invitation. I also have gifts for the both of you as well for your continued dedication to ensuring my safety."

"There's no need for that Miss Ochaco, honestly. We're really just doing our jobs, nothing extraordinary." Izuku instantly became flustered, the heavily scarred hand resting against his nape as the other frantically waved off the offer. Kirishima seemed less flustered as he unloaded the bags from the trunk.

"I insist. You're both taking time away from your friends and family to escort me around the city. Surely you would much rather be performing your normal duties." Ochaco pressed lightly. She wouldn't be a very good host without offering those providing services to the Uraraka name a reward. It wasn't in her nature to be inhospitable towards others.

"We really appreciate the offer, Miss Ochaco. We'll need to clear it through Sergeant Aizawa since it could be considered bribery—"

"It's already been cleared with both Sergeant Aizawa and Captain Yagi. They have allowed it solely for this mission due to the circumstances. I hope you enjoy them; I personally picked them out." Ochaco cheerily interrupted Kirishima, turning a bemused glance in his direction.

"I…thank you very much, Miss Ochaco. It's incredibly generous of you to buy us gifts," Izuku bowed immediately while Kirishima did the same with arms full of gifts. The heiress suppressed a chuckle behind the mask. Such bashful men. At least they were keen enough not to argue with her decision; after all, what she said went.

It didn't take more than two minutes to arrive at the apartment door of Izuku Midoriya, muffled music seeping through the doorframe. While Ochaco couldn't understand what the lyrics were, Kirishima dropped his head back slightly with an exasperated sigh.

"I get the feeling they've already started drinking; that's their 'we're drinking and partying' song playing right now. I told them to ease off on it…"

"Are you referring to their wild past of partying and evading police?" Ochaco inquired.

"Yes. Unfortunately, that habit hasn't entirely died down. The level of craziness increases exponentially when Mina and Hagakure get together." Izuku supplied as the key turned in the knob. "Miss Ochaco, I would brace yourself for the scene about to unfold and I'm apologizing in advance."

"I assure you, Detective Midoriya, I can handle anything thrown my way."

Instant.

Regret.

From the moment the door opened, Ochaco's fight-or-flight instincts kicked in as a confetti popper went off pointblank. Even before the first colorful square began its fluttering descent, Mina had her arm pinned behind her back and was in the process of becoming slammed to the floor. A startled shriek drew Ochaco back from the tunnel vision and the pinkette hovered to a stop mere centimeters from the entry rug. No one moved. No one breathed. Not a sound was made. Music continued to blare until a soft click had the speakers shutting off. Blinking hard a few times, the heiress released the young woman and immediately stepped back as Kirishima swooped in. He helped his girlfriend up as Izuku quickly shut the door before locking it.

"Holy shit…I've never seen anyone move that fast before…" Mina breathed once she was upright, wide eyes glancing between her three friends prior to landing on the stiffened brunette. "That was…"

"I—" Ochaco started tersely until a bolstering laugh filled the room.

"Fucking awesome! Do you know martial arts or something?! Seriously! That was amazing! I mean, I nearly had my perfect nose smushed into Midoriya's rug, but still! Where did you learn that?" Mina gushed excitedly, hands clenched against her chest while she jumped up and down. Ochaco's jaw slackened; if it weren't for the mask it would be hitting the floor. She wasn't…mad? "Toru, doesn't Ojiro know how to do that?"

"I'm pretty sure he does; I just don't see him practice much outside of the dojo."

Ojiro? Surely not…did he align himself with the Uraraka clan in order to financially clear his name? Does Hagakure not realize this?

"Okay, okay, let's all settle down for a few minutes. Are you alright, Miss Ochaco?" Izuku immediately began damage control in the apartment. Her relaxed body posture had become coiled up, tensed and ready to deflect again. Auburn eyes seemed to be staring into the abyss, seeing yet not. It was risky to try and touch her shoulder right now; she was ready to strike. "Miss Ochaco?"

"Is she okay? I didn't mean to startle her so badly…" Mina worriedly stood by the couch with Kirishima standing slightly ahead of her, arm extending out. "I was expecting Kirishima to walk through first…"

"Let's step out onto the balcony for just a moment, give her some time to relax. I've seen Ojiro get tensed up after a tight match and it's always best just to give him some space. I've got her, Kirishima." Hagakure grabbed the pinkette and lured her to the balcony as the officers remained stoic inside.

Kirishima remained by the furniture, warily eyeing the diplomat's daughter. He couldn't even react that fast. Hell, not even Midoriya could, and his friend was one of the quickest reacting people he knew. In the amount of time it took to blink, his girlfriend was nearly pancaked into the floor. It was unreal. He could pit Ojiro and Ochaco together only for the young woman to win by a landslide. While he didn't doubt the abilities of his friend, anyone was outmatched with that kind of reaction and powerful speed. He attempted to shift his foot forward yet all it did was draw sharp auburn eyes directly to him.

Who was she really?

Izuku discreetly waved off his friend, formulating a plan to snap Ochaco out of her trance. Right now everything that moved was a threat. The loud noise of the popper must've triggered a self-defense trance, possibly from prior trauma. Being the daughter of a diplomat often surely meant dealing with targeted attempts on her life. He had about two, barely three feet between them. Her back was to him, and she currently seemed focused on Kirishima. Using force wouldn't help anything seeing as she'd wipe the floor with his face. That and he didn't make a habit of intentionally attacking women, no matter the situation.

There were two things he could try: The first was to try and talk her down out of the trance, find a way to distract her, or even remove her from the environment. Second option was to make a phone call. Seeing as the first was more likely to trigger an unexpected response, Izuku leaned towards the second. His hand carefully reached into the pocket where his phone resided and slid it out, quickly unlocking the screen. A fast speed-dial and the line was ringing against his ear.

"What is it, Midoriya? I'm busy here," Aizawa's gruff voice patched through.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but we've got a bit of a situation. Miss Ochaco seems to have gone into a defensive trance after having a confetti popper go off in her face. She nearly had Ashido pinned to the floor. We can't snap her out of it—"

"Put the phone by her ear. Do not put it on speaker." Aizawa ordered and the detective did just that. Ochaco tilted her head to keep an eye on him yet didn't fight the close device. "Ochaco, you're not in danger right now. There aren't any threats. Your body is reacting just as it was trained; reassess the situation and focus on grounding yourself. Midoriya and Kirishima are there to help you, the same goes for Ashido and Hagakure. They're your friends. Not enemies."

"Aizawa," Ochaco breathed out slowly, taking in a deep breath before reaching for the phone. Izuku released it immediately once the brunette had a firm grip. Pure instinct was screaming for her to remain on high alert, eyes still scanning for further threats. Yet all she saw was a very wary Kirishima and both girls looking in from the balcony.

"Have you come back to your senses now?"

"I didn't have time to think, just reacted." An amused chuckle on the other end had the brunette pursing her lips in slight annoyance. Of course he found her blunders amusing. A blush of embarrassment flourished beneath the mask.

"There's a reason you were trained to react in such a way; to prevent you from receiving a secondary attack from an unknown. Relaxing in a dangerous environment is how you get killed. Go apologize to Ashido and try to enjoy the rest of your evening. I'm swamped here with paperwork."

"I will. Thanks." Ochaco whispered the last part just before the line disconnected. The screen flashed indicating the call had ended.

"Are you alright?"

Ochaco shifted to look at the green haired man standing a few feet away. Though his body was visibly relaxing, she could tell he was still on guard by the hardening of emerald eyes. Kirishima remained tensed by the couch, constantly glancing between the balcony and her. She handed the cell phone back over. This was a major screwup. While she'd reacted instinctively to an unknown threat, it was against the people meant to be friends. Once she returned home, it was off to the dojo for training and more discipline.

"Forgive me, I should not have reacted in such a manner. I hope I didn't hurt Mina."

"Don't worry about it; she's tougher than you think. And honestly? I think she kinda enjoyed the sudden thrill." Kirishima replied easily with a loosening of his shoulders. What point was there in blaming his client? She'd reacted to a threat by disarming and incapacitating a target. While that target was his girlfriend, Mina had crossed the line with such an obnoxious welcoming tactic. Now he was worried about her work relationship with the young woman.

"Regardless," Ochaco started while straightening her clothing out. "It was inappropriate of me to behave that way. I apologize for any trouble caused and will be more mindful of my actions in the future."

"There's no need to apologize, Miss Ochaco. Believe it or not, we understand where you're coming from. You reacted instinctively against an unknown threat yet regained control once assessing the situation. Neither Kirishima nor I could respond in the fashion you did. I should have ensured a safer entry into the apartment. I deeply apologize." Izuku immediately bowed, Kirishima following suit. Ochaco gently took off the mask, holding onto it lightly. She was the one who should be bowing her apologies, not her bodyguards.

Yet those of the Uraraka lineage never bowed to those below them. Not even to the highest-ranking Yakuza. Though meeting with the police chief and her bodyguards required formalities that didn't draw attention. The only people she would properly bow to were her parents. Respect. Lineage. Status. There were no exceptions to that rule, and she would not be breaking it so close to coronation. A slight head nod was what they received in return.

"As a gesture of forgiveness, I ask that you accept the gifts originally picked for gratitude. I shall acquire new items due to my egregious behavior. Please, call Mina and Toru back in so they can accept theirs as well."

"There's no need for that—"

"I will continue to insist lest you accept," Ochaco firmly interrupted Izuku's attempt at gently denying the gifts. A glance between detectives before they finally relented, and the brunette smiled. Add a bit of authority and people tended to cave quickly. "Excellent. I do hope you enjoy them."

Once all four were present and seated in the living room, Ochaco handed out each bag then waited patiently in her chair, one leg tossed over the other. First was Mina, the designer already excitedly tearing into the expertly wrapped bag. For the up-and-coming designer Ochaco had chosen a Y-draped silver chain with three diamonds, descending in size, dropping to a four-inch chain dotted with a diamond. It'd been a close choice though ultimately; the heiress chose something a bit out of the ordinary and more customized. Above the three diamonds on a thinner chain that spanned between sides were the initials of Ashido Aesthetics in 24k rose gold. It was meant to be worn more for store unveilings and events though the pinkette could choose where to wear it. Accompanying it was a matching set of drop earrings.

Next was Hagakure. Though she didn't know the woman as well as her famous designer best friend, Ochaco still put a lot of thought into it. A thicker, silver chained necklace with a one-quarter karat rounded diamond in an open-sided crown holder. The vibrant, reflected colors reminded her instantly of the eccentric blonde and it was a fast sale. Though not as customized as Mina's, the necklace was still a luxury to behold. Similar to her friend, a matching pair of earrings accompanied.

For Izuku and Kirishima it was more difficult. Though she knew more about the green-haired detective, the redhead seemed to be a bit of a different story. He didn't care for fancy things, neither did, and he often took the more simple approach when it came to accessories. An old watch, basic smartphone, a class ring, a few 'manly' ear piercings. So for Kirishima, Ochaco decided on a simple black chronograph watch with a scratch resistant, sapphire top and crimson faceplate. His reaction to opening the box had the brunette nearly laughing. He opened the box, stared at the item with a neutral expression, then promptly slumped to the floor in a dogeza pose shouting gratitude. Mina and Toru gawked over the watch with fingers twisting it every which way.

Izuku. Truly a man who cared little about luxuries and wealth. Ochaco spent three whole days trying to decide between a handful of options. They were weaned through after getting advice from Aizawa, the thug little more than nonchalant in his opinions. Though helpful, nonetheless. Choosing the same path as Kirishima, a silver watch with an emerald faceplate and silver lined details suited him the best. Topped with a scratch-resistant, sapphire top, the jewelry was also water resistant and had an easy to grab bezel. Though not as blatantly detailed as Kirishima's, it's luxury cost more than all three of the other gifts combined. He almost seemed hesitant to open it after witnessing his friends' reactions, though a prompting hand from her had the packaging slowly slip away.

Emerald eyes widened to a comical level as they stared down at the watch nestled in a bed of silk. Izuku resisted the urge to place the lid back on and vehemently deny such a luxurious gift. His fingers clenched into a fist to quell the shaking before ever so carefully scooping the watch out. The weight was decent, indicating quality parts, and the chain clinked softly with each sway. Light reflected the emerald even brighter, illuminating the tiniest of details. He swallowed hard debating whether or not to put it on and wear such an extravagant gift outside. Slender fingers appeared in his vision and Izuku quickly looked up to see Ochaco grasping both ends of the band.

"A watch doesn't do you any good in your palm. Left wrist, correct?" Ochaco asked gently, auburn boring into surprised emerald. Izuku's brain took a few seconds to process the proximity of the brunette before nodding numbly. The watch swiftly glided against the back of his wrist then secured easily with the clasp. She stepped back and allowed him to marvel over the item.

"I-I…I truly appreciate the gift, Miss Ochaco, but I feel guilty for having so much money spent on me." Izuku spoke with the barest hint of a quivering voice.

"Consider it part of your payment for always protecting my life. You've both done more for me than you'll ever understand, Detective Midoriya. Please. Accept this as my apology and my thanks. I understand luxuries aren't your forte. I won't force you to take any other gifts." Ochaco replied softly, hands returning to her front.

"…I understand. Thank you, Miss Ochaco. Truly." Izuku barely held the bay of tears threatening to spill over as a genuine smile was sent her way.

Ochaco felt her heart thump out of beat, and she responded with a warm smile, heat flourishing across her cheeks in a small wave. Her attention quickly diverted to the other three who were on the floor in a dogeza poses, their cries of gratitude filling the room. This felt different than the thugs and commoners graciously thanking her father for leniency. Those were cries of relief at a spared life. These were cries of pure gratitude…their cries felt warm. Earnest. Overjoyed. As Ochaco offered a hand to Mina, the pinkette looked up at her with overflowing tears and the brightest smile she'd ever seen.

"You're too much, Ochaco. I can't ever repay you for what you've done for me and my business. You're a kind soul and I'll always be here for you as a friend." Mina sobbed out as Ochaco carefully pulled her to a stand.

"There's no need to repay me, Mina; your friendship is valuable enough for me." Ochaco spoke genuinely.

"Can I…can I hug you?" Mina warbled out suddenly, the heiress slightly thrown off by the question. A few seconds of hesitation and she nodded. That was all Mina needed as the pinkette tightly embraced the young woman, whispering her thanks over and over.

Ochaco carefully responded to the affection by wrapping her arms around the trembling back. It felt different than a hug by her parents. Though still warm, there was a sensation of elation that filtered through, and it sent her heart racing. Hagakure latched onto the duo and secured the brunette into a tight bundle of arms, a gesture Ochaco didn't mind. It took a few minutes before they all untangled and shifted back, faces red and tears still somewhat flowing. Kirishima bowed over and over, crying alongside the girls and Ochaco couldn't help but laugh a bit. They were too much. Her friends…

"No more crying! We're all standing here like a soppy bunch of teenagers watching a drama!" Mina declared while fanning at her misty eyes, the onyx eyeliner dripping. A compact emerged from her pocket and she got to work clearing the smudges. "Speaking of, we're supposed to be watching our drama right now!"

"That's true. I can't wait to see the next episode! Ochaco, have you watched Love without Boundaries?" Toru directed at the heiress while grabbing the TV remote and flipping it on. "It's a drama series about a diplomats daughter being escorted around by a no-nonsense detective. They're total opposites but you can tell there's chemistry blossoming the deeper the story goes."

"I have watched it, yes. It's interesting to say the least." Ochaco had indeed watched the series. Rather obsessively. A story practically based on her own life situation had her scanning for tips and tricks when going out on the town. While a made-up drama series didn't correlate with reality, she was still laser-focused on writing down all that she could. "I believe I'm caught up on the latest episode, though I've been a bit busy as of late to check."

"Marathon time! We've got plenty of daylight to get through the episodes! You guys don't have guard duty tomorrow, right?" Mina flopped ungracefully onto the couch cushion and batted her eyelashes at the redheaded, husband-to-be. It always worked and Kirishima flushed while nodding with a dopey grin. He was such a sap but then again, that's part of the reason she fell for him.

"We're still on duty, Mina." Izuku pointed out with his dominant hand. The other was kept securely against the chair arm, protecting the watch from any harm. A scowl and tongue sticking was his only response. "Besides, Miss Ochaco needs to return to the police station at a certain time this evening. You have two episodes."

"Stick-in-the-mud Midoriya! Can't you ever just let loose? Ochaco, is your schedule flexible? Maybe you could even stay the night?" Toru joined in, both women giving the most pitiful, puppy-dog eyes possible.

"This isn't even your apartment,"

"So? Don't you get all lonely since Melissa returned to the States? What's one night of partying like its graduation night? Please say yes! Please! Please! Please!"

"This has nothing to do with Melissa going back to the States. No."

"Please?!"

"No."

"What if we just—"

"Kirishima," Izuku pointedly aimed at his partner without breaking from the now intimidating stares from the girls. A showdown neither side wanted to back down from.

Ochaco just watched on in amusement. Interesting to see who the victor would be, though seeing as this was Izuku's apartment; the winner was obvious.

Kirishima began bargaining with the girls when her phone rang, dragging auburn downward. It was an unknown number. Narrowed eyes stared hard at the digits. Not their area code nor any she recognized. A flick of the finger had the call denied. Just as she made to lock the screen, the same number popped up once more. Urgent response needed? Swiftly shifting towards the deck to hand off the phone to a neighboring Yakuza, yes, she knew they were there, Ochaco unlocked the door. Again it was denied. Again it began ranging. As soon as the door shut, she leaned against the barrier between her and the neighbor.

"Unknown caller. Answer it." Ochaco ordered with a fast tossing of the device around the railing. A hand snatched it from mid-air and retracted back to the balcony. The ringing stopped once the call was finally answered then placed on speaker, just low enough for only them to hear.

"Akimoto Bakery, how may I help?" A young, perky male voice answered.

"…"

"Excuse me, is there someone on the line?"

"…"

Ochaco glanced over at the Yakuza with a hardened expression. They were testing the number to see if it belonged to her. A snapping motion with both hands and the thug understood; hang up the line and get rid of the device. Thankfully, her adventuring phones were burners installed with GPS scrambling software. No one could track the number to a direct location. After a few more tries the line switched to static but didn't disconnect.

What were they—

"Closer and closer…the guillotine drops…frayed roping…a demise awaits…Heiress of Uraraka…"

The raspy, low voice chuckled.

Silence finally filled the air after a click. Immediately the phone was stomped into pieces, shards of plastic flying over the balcony edge and to the street below. Ochaco gripped the railings until her knuckles turned white. Was it Shigaraki? Another rivaling gang? A scorned lender? Panicking wouldn't help but what the hell was she supposed to do? Her men were no doubt already beginning to trace the call to the original source; though if they'd found one of her dummy numbers, they'd have already gotten rid of the other end. Aizawa. She needed Aizawa right now. Paperwork be damned.

The hand stuck out again with another burner phone, all the data backed up and ready to continue from where she left off. Taking the completely new phone, Ochaco searched for the first name in the contact book. "Alert the rankings to be on guard, whoever it was could be attempting to infiltrate the gang. Scramble the numbers on the remaining burner phones to throw them off track. Interrogate anyone you think could have leaked information; I'm going to call Aizawa."

"Yes, Miss Haniko," The Yakuza replied lowly, slipping back into the apartment as swift as the wind.

"Miss Ochaco, is everything alright?"

Izuku. Of course it was Izuku. Ever the worrywart. The heiress took in a deep, unsettled breath before turning to him. Already the crease between his eyebrows was puckering with concern. "I need to take a personal call, please. And a quiet space to talk inside."

"Of course. My office is fairly soundproof—"

"Lead the way." Ochaco ordered.

Mina skewed her attention from her fiancé and best friend to see Midoriya walking back inside with Ochaco. Neither of their faces read happy. He looked dead serious, and she seemed perturbed. Pink tinted lips turned into a pout as he let her into one of the rooms, slowly closing the door behind until it clicked gently. Kirishima dropped the relaxed mood, sitting up and sharing a look with the other detective. A quick shaking of green hair and he sat back against the couch albeit stiffened up. Apparently it wasn't a good time. Fingers daintily traced the monogrammed necklace.

Ochaco locked the door as soon as it was shut, flicking the light on while dialing Aizawa's number. Word often travelled fast between rankings though this time it needed to be a personal call. A major security break meant losing the freedom she was just beginning to stretch constrained wings into. Barely a ring went by before it answered.

"What's wrong now?"

"I've got a stalker. Unknown number kept calling and they knew it was my number," Ochaco explained lowly as auburn grazed over the fairly mid-sized room. Walls were filled with maps of the city, tacked police reports pinned in corresponding areas of crime committed. Stacks of paperwork littering the desk with miniscule space for even the keyboard and mouse. Shade slats that were tilted upwards to prevent wandering eyes. "It's been destroyed already thanks to a neighbor. Numbers will be scrambled, and newest members interrogated for leaks. Whoever it was, Aizawa, they weren't messing around."

"I'll get someone on it right now. Did you say anything to them?" He was alert now. Any drowsiness in his voice was gone as a hard edge replaced it. "You know what's going to happen now, Ochaco—"

"I never spoke a word. They delayed in speaking after the line was answered, then they rasped out a single sentence. Aizawa," Ochaco let out a low, strained sigh. He was going to revoke public access now, meaning her newly found friends wouldn't see her again. "Don't do this to me, please. I'm learning how to have fun and experience what it's like to do normal things. I won't ever get that chance once the coronation hits."

"These rules were made by your parents. Are you asking me to break that for you after multiple security breaches? You know I can't do that. I'm sorry. I'll have Midoriya and Kirishima return you to the station within the hour. That's all I can give you, Ochaco."

"…I understand. There's something else I wanted to ask you. What do you know of the correlation between Toru Hagakure and Ojiro?" Ochaco tried to keep her emotions reigned in as they surged. He knew she was upset by the news. He always knew when something was bothering her. But both of their hands were tied this time by Uraraka clan rules created by Kenji. Hell, there were even similar rules dating back hundreds of years from prior leaders as a way to preserve the lineage. Breaking those rules to hang out with 'friends' showed weakness over preservation of the Uraraka name.

"Why are you asking?" Aizawa asked bluntly.

"Toru kept mentioning Ojiro does martial arts…my now former driver is named Ojiro and was recognized in public by both Izuku and Kirishima. I shouldn't even have to tell you I've already connected the dots. He's working to clear his family debt, correct?"

"Yes. A one-year contract to repay the debt distributed in order to save his family. Currently, he's in charge of training the other members on honing their martial arts. He's under strict no-contact orders with anyone on the outside world."

"I want his debt cleared from our books so he can return to Toru and his family. Relieve him of his duties once training is complete and assist his family financially for the next five years. By the end of next month, I want him back with his family." It was the least she could do to repay the blonde for his kindness. The chance of ever seeing them again after this was slim even though there was only one week left of escorting. A week she desperately yearned for.

"…you're beginning to sound just like your father; compassionate yet steadfast. I'll handle it, don't worry. See you in an hour." Shota let out a low, proud chuckle prior to disconnecting.

Ochaco felt even more unsettled. While the statement was meant to be encouraging, all it did was remind the brunette of the looming coronation two months away. And with the new threat ready to rear its ugly head, things were only going to get worse. But this was her destiny. To lead the Uraraka clan into the future and continue the lineage. While the coronation age was lawfully twenty-one, there was another stipulation of donning the crown; a successor by twenty-five. And the match would be chosen by her parents. Careful screening, diplomatic connections, genetic traits. She was lucky her parents loved one another despite the unbreakable contract.

Turning away from the cluttered desk, Ochaco was going to make for the door then a whiteboard caught her attention. It was shoved the best it could be into the corner with a blanket haphazardly thrown over it. Normally she wouldn't be intrusive upon others' personal items, but something within urged her to check. And intuition within the Uraraka bloodline was strong. The edge of the blanket slipped down to reveal the entire surface covered in a large diagram. Countless arrows, circles, blotches where a dry erase pen pressed repeatedly. Seemed normal for a hard-working detective.

Except that her name was circled in the center. Not just her last name, but hypothetical first names. Guesses. Trying to piece together the puzzle of the Yakuza clan. A finger lightly traced over one of the lines that led away from the center, the marker coming to a stop at a particular word. Mashirao Ojiro. Questioned marked, too. Possible locations pointed back at the missing man, and most were crossed out, seemingly from frustration. The only one circled heavily was Uraraka clan. It seemed Izuku had narrowed down his location after the interaction a few weeks ago.

And the details he'd uncovered triggered light goosebumps. This wasn't information a normal person had access to outside of the clan. Somehow he was obtaining it; through a legitimate source, no doubt. Was there a rat?

Auburn widened slightly. Detective Midoriya had been trying to track her down since the alley attack. But what he didn't know was that she was the face of the Yakuza organization he was hunting, not the daughter of a diplomat. In prior conversations he'd mentioned that they were trying to eradicate the thug presence in Musutafu in order to provide a safer city. The Uraraka clan remained steadfast in order to prevent the city from becoming a warzone with enemy Yakuza. There were at least a few dozen clans that would overthrow Musutafu in a heartbeat if the Uraraka hold weakened.

What the hell was Aizawa thinking? Putting her directly under the care of a detective who wanted to eradicate her Yakuza members? Her family. Their family. Never had she questioned his choices until now. It wasn't like him to behave erratically and throw caution to the wind. He was the number one Yakuza in the entire clan! He was trusted, respected, yet this was how he treated the only heir to the throne? Like a bag thrown to the wind with no tethers? Ochaco lightly grasped at her chest as it tightened. The stress was weighing down and it became too much. After taking a fast picture of the board, the brunette reached for the handle. She needed out. Fresh air. Light. Anything other than being near the whiteboard threatening to unravel her entire world.

A shaky hand unlocked the door and pulled it open, Ochaco nearly stumbling out in the process. Ringing ears mostly blocked out the concerned voices calling out though she barely noticed while reaching for the heels meticulously placed at the front door. The door was swinging open even before both feet slid against the insole.

And then she was running. Down the corridor as fast as she could towards the nearest set of stairs. It didn't matter his apartment was on the sixth floor, all she needed to do was get away. Someone was calling after her, urgency in their voice. The third swing around the railings and an arm latched around her waist, stopping the unsteady legs before they gave out against the top step. A hard jerk sent them both back against the concrete landing. Ochaco surged forward once the arm released, both palms pressing into the cold, rough ground. Her breath wouldn't catch. Vision was swimming. Head felt like lead with a body to match.

"Miss Ochaco, I need you to calm down. You're having a panic attack right now. Focus on trying to ground yourself by identifying three objects," Izuku urged worriedly to the spiraling woman. She'd shot out of the apartment so fast that he didn't have time to grab his gun or phone, meaning they were vulnerable until Kirishima showed up. The brunette didn't even appear to hear him as she continued hyperventilating. "I know things may seem scary right now, but it's alright. I'm here. Take my hand."

Ochaco blearily looked up to see a hand extending forward. Trembling, she reached for it in search of a grounding to reality. His fingers wrapped gently over hers, steadying the heiress. Auburn sluggishly trailed upwards to meet the worried face of the detective. The same one looking to wipe her lineage out. His face switched from mildly concerned to fully alarmed as all strength gave out and she drooped forward. A single, broken word was all that slipped out as the creeping darkness finally clasped over her mind.

"Iz…uku…"

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Hospital doors slammed open as the black-haired officer ran at top speed. He'd gotten the call barely ten minutes after speaking to the heiress. There weren't any indicators during their call, so what the fuck happened? Nurses called out for him to slow down but he didn't. Wouldn't. Not until he knew Ochaco was safe and sound. Midoriya had sounded so frantic explaining that she suddenly ran from the room after a phone call only to faint once he caught her on a landing. The only thing she muttered was his name. An ambulance came and quickly brought her to the ER with Midoriya by her side. Kirishima was released from his duty for the day and the movie night was cancelled.

A handful of Uraraka thugs lined the walls outside of the private suite, the men instantly standing at attention from his presence. Shota slowed down with slightly wheezing breaths. He really needed to quit smoking. A rapid tapping on the door before it opened, revealing a scene he always dreaded. Ochaco was hooked up to machinery; IV liquids, oxygen mask, heart monitor, blood pressure band. Her skin was a few shades paler than the normal pink, slightly rosy tone. The bags beneath her eyes seemed more pronounced the closer he got. If it weren't for the sound of someone standing up Shota never would've noticed Izuku stationed at the right.

"Sergeant Aizawa," Izuku started with a cracking voice, emerald swimming with mist. "I don't know what happened. One minute she was taking a call then the next Miss Ochaco was sprinting from the apartment. I'm deeply sorry for failing to realize she was struggling sooner. I could've done something—"

"It wasn't your fault. Though rare, Ochaco can have panic attacks from overexerting herself." Shota explained without taking his eyes from the only heir to the Uraraka clan. It'd been years since the last attack, why now? Coronation jitters? Or did she see something in that apartment she wasn't supposed to? "You did the right thing by staying with her and calling an ambulance. In a day or two she should be fine. For now, you're dismissed from babysitting duty. I know the contract is signed until completion next week, but Ochaco is no longer medically fit to be galivanting around. Take a day to yourself and we'll reconvene Monday morning with Chief Yagi."

"…yes, sir." Izuku replied quietly. "When would you like the complete report?"

"Leave that for later. You're dismissed. Get home safely, Midoriya. I'll be in contact." Shota finally turned his eyes to his subordinate. He was upset as to be expected. It felt like a failure on his part to protect the high-status client despite no one seeing this coming. Midoriya would beat himself up for weeks. A hesitant glance between the resting woman and his boss, then Izuku nodded.

"Understood, sir."

Shota waited a few minutes after the door shut before occupying the seat beside the bed, slumping down with a heavy sigh. Fuck. He was beginning to question pairing the two together. If what he was thinking was correct then Ochaco figured out Midoriya had begun snooping into infiltrating the Uraraka clan. That damned whiteboard; it must've been shoved into the room she entered. He never erased it, either due to continuing the research or forgetting after the traumatizing threat. His plan should've been flawless. It was supposed to provide Ochaco with real-world experiences, not throw her into a hospital bed two months before ascension.

Things would have to move faster than planned now. While claiming undercover status was a last resort option, the looming Shigaraki threat grew stronger each day. More hideouts wiped clean, the death toll now reaching two dozen with new recorded daily. They were moving fast. No doubt it was to flush out the main headquarters and Ochaco's hideout. But Shigaraki's men were also playing with them. Never directly targeting members, only burning down discovered hideouts, not even leaving threatening messages. Just toying with them until the limit burst and they came flooding out of hiding. Exhausted, stinging eyes narrowed at the IV-line protruding from the heiress' hand.

Would they go so far as to target Kenji?

"Aizawa, sir," A member spoke lowly, kneeling down on the floor to look up at his superior. A fast glance gave approval to continue speaking. "We have word that Chief Yagi has entered the hospital and is on his way up. Shall I deny him entry?"

"No. Allow him and only him in. We have to tread lightly from here on out. Scatter the men and await further orders." Shota answered. A simple scrambling of the guard, nothing difficult. Besides, denying Yagi could raise suspicions as to why only he was allowed in the room.

"Aizawa…" Ochaco looked tiredly up at Aizawa, a hand shifting to rub against her eyes. "What happened? What's going on?"

"Another fainting spell, nothing serious. I need you to tell me what triggered it and why it's got you so wound up." Shota leaned forward to rest against his knees, a little more relieved now. She blinked owlishly for a few moments, adjusting to the land of the living, then the furrowing of brows came.

"You…you put me under the strict eyes of someone trying to infiltrate the clan."

"Yes, I did."

"Why? Why would you do such a reckless thing? He's got an entire whiteboard with more information than released to the public. He's tracking us." Ochaco carefully sat up as Aizawa lifted the head of the bed up, moving the half a dozen tubes out of the way in the process. "It's incredibly risky!"

"I was cautious of that possibility during the planning phase. You're well aware how meticulous I am when it comes to your safety and the continuation of the Uraraka lineage. There wasn't anyone else I could trust to give the freedom you needed without an exponentially higher risk of betrayal. Besides, your father signed off on it without a second thought. Would you argue on his approval?" A dark brow notched upwards, awaiting her answer.

"I would never question what my father does, Aizawa. You know that. You also knew he was the one who saved me in the alleyway, yet you still assigned him knowing my first name slipped. What if he finds out who I really am? It'd be disastrous because—"

"Because he'd have to be eliminated."

Ochaco swallowed hard. The thought of someone as kind and caring as Izuku being killed just for unravelling her secret… "…do you see him as an active threat?"

"For the moment, no. He was warned to back away from that gravel path. The decision wasn't made lightly Ochaco, though it's been the best choice all things considered. You're happier. Talking to normal people. Doing normal things. Had you continued to stay cooped up inside, I fear your mental health would've reached a dark place." Shota leaned back when the heiress gave him a grimace, an ankle resting over a knee as he settled. "While your little episode today puts a wrench in the schedule, intel says you were enjoying your time in the apartment. Apart from nearly slamming Ashido into the rug and almost attacking Kirishima."

"I don't need the reminder," Ochaco hissed with a glare. Shota merely shrugged it off, unaffected. "I know I still have a long way to go before becoming a leader like my father. His resilience and compassion are how we've survived the modern world and its restrictions. Yet the strength he carries is more than what can fit in my entire body. Members will see that; rival gangs can sense it. Shigaraki is already on the move to collapsing our rankings."

"You don't need to be worrying about that right now; I've got things handled. Shigaraki is doing nothing more than toying with us, trying to drive us out into the open so they can strike. Our numbers vastly outranks theirs. Even if they want to start a war and spill innocent blood, we'll be there to stop them under your leadership. I know you'll lead us into a brighter future, Ochaco. Your strength lies in loyalty and numbers, not what your body alone can hold." Aizawa explained.

"You're a pain my ass, you know that?" Shota chuckled, shaking his head lightly. She'd be annoyed with him though never for long. She just didn't like being called out on her minuscule grievances. But accepting them was how Ochaco truly showed growth.

"You'd be bored without me."

"I'd be less stressed without you."

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation and Shota made to answer. A brief pause was had before access was granted to whomever stood outside. Chief Yagi gave a brief bow at her bedside with a bouquet of flowers in one hand. Ochaco accepted them with a weary smile, motioning at a table where numerous others resided. Those were from her family members in charge of monitoring the apartments. They were without fault as no one realized what was happening until the shouting began. At least, she thought there was shouting. Memory was still a bit fuzzy.

"How are you feeling, Miss Haniko? I'm very sorry to hear about what happened. Poor Midoriya was beside himself when he called." Toshinori inquired gently as he stood a few feet away respectfully. By the time Midoriya called in a panic, Shota was already bursting through the front doors then driving off with lights and sirens blaring.

"I'm doing better, thank you. I apologize for any inconveniences. An unexpected phone call had me a bit overwhelmed, and I needed some fresh air." Ochaco explained. Toshinori merely shook his head.

"There's nothing to apologize for, Miss Haniko. Your health is priority over anything else. We wanted to make sure you're completely taken care of during your visit. I'm sorry it has to end so soon. If your father ever decides to swing back through, absolutely feel free to request our assistance again."

"I will make sure to do so, thank you. Please give my condolences to Detectives Midoriya and Kirishima; surely they had the scare of their lives. I'd also like to send apologies to Miss Ashido and Miss Hagakure. I understand they were excited about watching the well talked about drama series."

"Ah, you mean the one about the diplomats daughter being escorted around the town with a detective? I've heard about that from my niece, Melissa. She likes to mention there's a broadcast delay between here and the United States on weekly basis. It's a bit funny," Toshinori shoved both hands into his pant pockets, an amused grin donning the permanently exhausted face. "I haven't seen that show since there's no interest, but that storyline almost matches exactly to your life, Miss Haniko. Well, apart from the Yakuza connections. You aren't a hidden thug beneath that bubbly personality, are you?"

"A Yakuza? I would surely hope not!" Ochaco laughed aloud at the ridiculous notion, Toshinori joining with. Aizawa let his lips twitch slightly in amusement though it was to keep his cover. Chief Yagi was a smart man, and any slip could draw him in like Midoriya to Ojiro. "I've had my fair share of near-misses from enemies of my father, joining a gang would do nothing more than give him a heart attack and tarnish the family name. Besides, aren't they rather vicious and aggressive towards normal civilians?"

"I jest, Miss Haniko. No one as sweet and innocent like yourself would get wrapped up in the dark underworld of society. I merely found the speculation entertaining. It's true; Yakuza clans tend to show some level of violence towards outsiders and opposing groups. Though I don't want to hinder your healing with darkened thoughts. I'll pass along your words to young Midoriya and Kirishima. Aizawa, can I steal you outside for a quick word?"

"Don't cause any trouble while I'm gone," Shota warned with a finger pointed at the brunette, earning an overexaggerated innocent look. Nearly twenty-one years old and still acting childish. "I mean it. You've caused enough for one day, Ochaco."

"Fine, fine, I'll be sitting here anyways." The brunette waved him off in a shooing motion before reaching for her phone on the bedside.

Once the two officers exited the recovery room, Chief Yagi led them away from prying eyes and ears in the nearest stairwell. Shota subconsciously rested a hand inside his jacket pocket where a smaller, secondary gun resided. The way he was acting had suspicions rising. Why suddenly bring up the correlation between that stupid show and her now former situation? Ochaco's reaction was genuine enough for even the most heartless of killers to accept. His, maybe not so much considering smiling wasn't his forte. Still. That didn't explain the sudden frigidness filling the air between. No further intel had been leaked inside of the police station, that he made sure of.

"Don't act so tense, Shota," Toshinori suddenly spoke as they entered the stairwell, the heavy door shutting behind them. "You're acting like I'm going to reveal your biggest secret."

"Can't help being on edge; I was in charge of Miss Haniko and now she's hospitalized for fainting. Her father isn't someone to mess with when it comes to his daughter. Besides, my biggest secret isn't even that big of a deal." Shota rolled his shoulders back to loosen some of the tension. Work had been killing him as of late between managing the Uraraka clan and dealing with typical police duties. "So, spit it out. It's not good."

"You're right, it's not. I've gotten word that a rivaling Yakuza gang is moving into Musutafu city limits. While the Uraraka clan hasn't been making headlines lately apart from minor skirmishes with police, I'm concerned it's going to get out of hand and potentially start a war by the end of the year. Our men are doing everything in their power to gather information but it's not enough. We need to better understand both sides—"

"Don't you dare suggest infiltrating the Uraraka and Shigaraki clans, Toshinori. Do you understand the severity of getting caught? Death. And that's getting off lightly." Shota interjected a bit harshly. His backup plan was blooming to fruition, and he was less than pleased; it wasn't the right time. Not with Kenji and Fumi out of town. That would mean… "Are you really going to risk the lives of good, hardworking detectives just to dig deeper into their workings?"

"I knew you'd react this way," Toshi sighed heavily, a hand running down his face as he turned to his partner. "Look. I've got Detective Tsukauchi offering his help since his district has increased skirmishes between opposing sides lately. Not even school-age children are safe, Shota. Their numbers are vast, yes. They easily outgun us as well. Yet I'm gambling on their lack of ruthlessness to find an in. All we need is information pertaining to Shigaraki and Shigaraki only."

"What happens if you don't find anything, or the undercovers get caught? There are countless risks associated with this plan, Toshi. Out of all your reckless plans over the span of your career, this is the worst."

"We're out of options, Shota. I know you want to protect the city just as much as I do. In order to do that, some sacrifices may need to be made. We also have to factor in that Midoriya has eyes on him now thanks to that found note. Now…before you lose your cool completely, hear me out on this. What if we send you and Midoriya, potentially Kirishima as well, and a few others inside the Uraraka clan to gather information. No more than a few weeks tops. If Shigaraki sees that he's under the protection of Uraraka, the likelihood of them attacking in broad daylight drops significantly. It may stave them off our tail for a while until we can factor in a better plan."

Shota steadied himself against the wall with a palm, the urge to punch the bricks into bits nearly overwhelming. Let Midoriya right on in and have him realize Ochaco is in fact the future heiress to the Uraraka name? That won't end well. It would break her heart seeing his true reaction. He'd be angry, confused, hurt, betrayed. The whole reason he became a detective was because of witnessing heinous crimes growing up and admiring Chief Yagi. He wanted to eradicate them, not join them. If Midoriya found out he was most likely the reason for silencing his father who witnessed a transaction…

"What's your timeframe looking like?"

"November to December. That's the only time the scheduling works best since we'll need to organize a control center and manage the teams. I've called in a few others that graduated from U.A. Police Academy. Katsuki Bakugo is an explosives expert who also specializes in undercover work. Shoto Todoroki, the son of Enji Todoroki whom you know, is a top-notch negotiator and following right in his father's footsteps. I'd also like to consider Eijiro Kirishima due to his stellar reviews from his previous precinct and the fact that he's a straight powerhouse. Plus, he already knows the other two and Midoriya. A few others I need to look into…"

"What about Mashirao Ojiro?" Aizawa questioned after taking a not very calming breath in. Toshi searched his face and already the Yakuza could sense the hesitation. "In the event that he's continuing service to the Uraraka clan, he could be used as a hostage and executed. If he recognizes the others then the whole undercover operation could be bust."

"I'm aware of that issue…I'll need more time to plan around that fact. Rough ideas are to either meet with the Uraraka clan and negotiate a barter or try to sneak him out during the operation. Easier said than done and highly risky either way. Give me more time to think about it." Toshi sighed with a heavy hair ruffling. If the intel he received was correct, then an all-out war would break out around the coronation of the Uraraka heir. All they knew was that it was happening at the first of the year. No physical markers were given, though their lineage tended to follow the firstborn male. "I'll give you some time to think about the idea as well. I know it's against your policies regarding Yakuza intervening."

"I understand the need for more intel on Shigaraki, but running into the biggest Yakuza clan that's survived three-hundred years is egregious. Give me more intel before I decide to assist." Shota gruffed out with a strained voice. A hand clasped on his shoulder as his boss gave a weary smile.

"Thank you, Shota. I mean it. Your dedication to the U.A. Police department has done wonders over the year. I won't keep you any longer from attending to Miss Haniko. Enjoy the rest of your evening and get back with me on Monday."

"Sure."

Aizawa waited until the door had shut and his boss was a good ways away before pulling out his phone, muttering curses beneath his breath. Fucking fuck. Fuck. FUCK. There was no getting out of it now; Toshinori had a set mind like a steel trap. No amount of persuading could deter the high-ranking officer from pushing forward, especially since other precincts were getting involved. It was going to be a mass-scale invasion. The line rang only once before someone picked up.

"Move to the next phase."

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Note: the jewelry descriptions were from Kay's website. That some pricey stuff! A few weeks of time skip so I didn't have to write it all out lol.

And for anyone who didn't notice about Deku's badge ID; It's literally MHA and the date the series ran in English.