"Target spotted. Shooting Star, it's your move now," a gravelly voice spoke over the com.

"On it. Shooting Star advancing, copy," Kagome whispered into her drink before downing the rest.

"Be careful," the voice on the other end asked softly.

The Shooting Star rolled her eyes before tapping off the communication device. Her mission partner, Shota Aizawa, was sitting at the bar. He blended in well with the bar's crowd with his hair tied into a bun and donning civilian clothes. She imagined his face pulled down in a perpetual frown, but quickly pushed the thought away. Gently dabbing her mouth with a handkerchief, she was careful not to smudge the immaculate red that stained her lips.

Glancing over her shoulder, she let out a shuddering sigh. This was not her type of mission at all. Her usual missions consisted of long-distance sharp shooting or rescues. Espionage and "the art of seduction" were decidedly not her strong suit. One losing bet later and here she was picking up one of Nemuri's missions, much to her dislike. To this moment she didn't understand why she had agreed to any bet in the first place. A brief recollection of how intoxicated she was that night reminded Kagome why she was here in the first place.

"I'm going to kill her when I see her next," Kagome vowed silently before lifting off of her seat.

With all the confidence of a model strutting the runway, she strode toward her quarry. Ahead, the target sat with two other women in a corner booth. He was a very particular man who enjoyed his ladies with tight updos and a bright red lip. Those specific interests were reflected on the faces of the women bracketing him. Tonight, Kagome was dolled up in a similar style with long raven hair pulled into a high ponytail and lips red as blood.

When she approached the table, Kagome held back a grimace when the man lasciviously looked her up and down. He was a scrawny thing, his appearance pulled down by the several pounds of jewels and hair gel. After another look over her, the man smiled. Several gold teeth shimmered in the low light.

Target: Hirokawa Sai

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 79 kg

"Perpetrator is responsible for the illegal dealings of firearms and exploding devices on the black market. After a recent bombing on one of the Hero Assosication's properties, a mole revealed the identity of the perpetrator and his plans to bomb the UA next."

"So you're the woman of the hour. My, my, the boss must really appreciate my business," Hirokawa said. "Come, doll, take a seat."

With that, he shoved one of the women away harshly. When she tried to argue Hirokawa slapped her hard. So hard that her body was flung from the booth and she landed at Kagome's feet. For the sake of the mission, she stayed still, refusing to watch the woman begin to weep. From the corner of her eye, Kagome could see a large red welt begin to grow where the man had hit her.

"Leave, wench," Hirokawa commanded. The woman said nothing, her chest heaving with the onslaught of tears. Kagome's jaw clenched when her target coaxingly patted the now-open spot beside him. "Come, my doll. Let me get a closer look at you."

"Ah, ah, you know what they say," Kagome purred, sliding into the seat. She made sure to leave several inches of space between them. "You can look, but you can't touch."

"Oh, I'd very much like to touch. I am a consoeur of fine goods, my dear, but my eyes fail me where my hands do not," Hirokawa replied huskily, his eyes dancing across the expanse of her exposed leg. Kagome fought the urge to barf at the close attention. God, she was going to kill Nemuri.

Hirokawa leaned in close, his nose brushing the side of her neck. He took a long, indulgent sniff before twiddling with a strand of her ponytail. "I love a woman with black hair and blue eyes. Your lot is so exotic."

Kagome clenched her teeth, her fingers tightening into a fist. Gods, she hated this guy, this mission, and Nemuri fucking Kayama. Regardless of her personal feelings toward the situation, she needed to get a grip or risk compromising the mission. With a bright, fake smile Shooting Star put a perfectly manicured hand on Hirokawa's shoulder.

"My looks are better seen up close," she whispered into his ear. The man giggled giddily, placing his bony hand on her waist.

"You are so forward, my doll. I like that. I wonder though, how something that looks so delicious tastes."

"Try me," Kagome replied.

As Hirokawa leaned in, she adjusted the small capsule hiding in between her molars and gums. When the man placed his lips over hers, she hastily shoved her tongue and the capsule into his mouth. Luckily, Hirokawa didn't notice and moaned loudly at her boldness. The woman next to him scoffed indignantly and left with an angry mumbling of "whore" beneath her breath. Kagome tried to pretend like that didn't hurt.

Over at the bar, Aizawa watched as his partner did her work. He was grateful for the distance between them, even though she was in the hands of a criminal. The primal, lustful part of his mind came to life seeing her mission garb– a short, tight cocktail dress with a mesh middle that revealed her toned stomach. Eraserhead had to look away from her sharply when she swung a long, pale leg over the other.

Once her lips had left the quarry, followed by him taking a large gulp of his drink, Hirokawa swiftly face-planted onto the table. Hearing the thud, Aizawa turned back to face them. Kagome's dark eyes addressed him then, silently demanding that it was his turn now. Together they helped Hirokawa up, leading him out of the bar and into the police vehicle parked discreetly in an alley.

As Kagome watched the police car fade into the night, Aizawa watched her. Though this was not her type of mission, she effectively accomplished it. He could tell she was uncomfortable by how her fingers fidgeted with the gossamer fabric around her middle.

"Let's get back to the UA," he grumbled. "I'm tired of this mission already."

"Ditto," Kagome mumbled.

"I am never doing another mission for you, Nemuri, that was degrading!" Kagome shrieked. Nemuri watched her dear friend and roommate rip her a new one with a perverted smile. Oh, how she loved it when Kagome got feisty with her! "Nemuri, are you even listening to me right now?"

"Kagoome, has anyone ever told you that you are breathtaking while angry?" Nemuri said with a flirtatious smirk. "Seeing you so impassioned, it turns me on!"

"Everything turns you on, pervert," Kagome grumbled, crossing her arms and looking away. "Next time don't make your bets about taking missions. The target was a total creep!"

"And yet you're here, alive with a successful mission under your belt! Help me out here, Shota!"

Aizawa wisely stayed quiet when the two pairs of eyes addressed him. Either way, he'd be in deep shit if he tried to get in the middle of their squabble. For a moment, he quietly considered his options. Wrath from Kagome or endless bouts of teasing from Nemuri. Neither. seemed particularly conducive to his situation so he opted for neutrality.

"Don't look for backup when this whole thing was your fault! I feel like I need to shower for a week I feel so nasty after that. I had to kiss that guy, it was awful!" Kagome continued.

"If that's the worst kiss you've ever had then I've done you a favor, Kags. Seriously, you're fine. The guy's in jail now and you'll go back to your regular missions now."

"Don't be so flippant, I have to live with the fact I lip-locked with some creep! Gah, I'm taking a shower," Kagome seethed, stalking off toward the bathroom.

Nemuri and Aizawa shared a look before the former smirked. With a dramatic yawn, she excused herself for the night slinking away to her bedroom. Aizawa rolled his eyes, leaning deeper into the couch.

He was well aware of the game she was playing but was in no good humor to play along. Nemuri was never one to keep a secret about love, especially regarding her closest friends. Aizawa wasn't sure when he had fallen for Kagome, it could have been any time since they had become colleagues at the UA. It could have been her kindness to the struggling students, the fierceness she showed while protecting them during the attack on the U.S.J, or even the way she lit up a room with a simple smile. At this point, there was no telling when his feelings started but Nemuri kept pushing for when they would happen.

"Nemuri, can you bring me an extra– oh, where's Nemuri?" Kagome's voice called out from a crack in the bathroom door. Only her head and a glistening shoulder were visible, but it was enough to make Aizawa's chest burn.

"She went to bed. What do you need?" He concentrated on trimming the doorframe as he spoke, fighting the color that threatened to stain his cheeks.

"Could you bring me a towel from the closet? I thought Nemuri had put them away but I guess not!" The last few words crescendoed into an annoyed shout. Much to her chagrin the target of her ire was no longer paying attention.

"Here," Aizawa said, passing her the towel. Kagome took it, careful not to expose herself to him, and closed the door. While she dried herself off, she tried to ignore the hammering in her chest at how close he was to seeing her naked.

A short time later, Kagome exited the bathroom donning a baggy tee shirt and comfortable pajama pants. She was mildly surprised to see Aizawa still sitting on their couch, dozing off. As she pulled a throw blanket over his form a soft smile donned her features. In sleep, Aizawa's features were softened save for the scruffy state of his facial hair.

The longer she looked at him the more her fingers began to twitch. His wavy black hair was loose, one particular strand curling down the middle of his forehead. Gently, she brushed the wayward lock out of his face.

"Alright, I gotta go before I do something weird," Kagome thought. His hair was a lot softer than she thought it would be and her fingers wished to brush through more of it.

Shaking the thought from her head, she smacked her cheeks. A sudden blossom of pink stained her cheeks meant that it was definitely time for bed. Before Kagome could retreat to the privacy of her own room, a strong hold pulled her down and into solid warmth.

"Mmph!"

"You're loud," Aizawa said, his voice cloudy with sleep. "So warm."

He pulled Kagome closer to his chest, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her shoulder. Before she could fuss at their position he was out like a light, soft snores vibrating against her neck. The pink on her cheeks heated to a violent blush when she felt his lips brush her bare skin. This was becoming too much.

"Sh-Shota, what are you doing silly? Are you drunk?"

Aizawa made no reply as he pulled both of them into a laying position on the couch. Kagome squeaked at being moved into such an intimate position but didn't fight it. He was warm and solid against her in a comforting way. She had imagined them like this countless times, snuggling or sleeping together. Never in her wildest imagination did she think it would happen so soon.

Scanning the room, Kagome made sure Nemuri wasn't going to pop out of nowhere and do something. When the coast was clear, she turned toward Aizawa. They were so close, close enough that the tips of their noses lightly touched. Kagome weighed her options, considering the outcome of the choice she was about to make. Their friendship meant the world to her, both Nemuri and Shota had been with her since they began high school.

"Well, here goes nothing. Forgive me if you hate this, Shota," Kagome decided. With wavering confidence, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. It was rough against her lips, his facial hair much coarser than she thought it'd be.

Pulling back, Kagome's heart stuttered seeing Aizawa's open eyes looking at her. His dark gaze shimmered with mirth followed by a small smirk tugging at his lips. This was the end, Kagome mused to herself. She just ruined two beautiful friendships for one mere cheek kiss!

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You missed."

"I… What?"

Before she could bluster any more single word sentences out, Aizawa lifted her chin and placed his lips over hers in a searing kiss. Kagome's eyes widened briefly but fluttered closed as she deepened the kiss. Shyly, she dragged her tongue against his lower lip which he gladly took. When his hands moved to grasp her waist, Kagome's mind turned to mud.

"You are never," Aizawa's voice trailed off briefly, both him and Kagome catching their breath. "Ever taking one of Nemuri's missions again."

"Don't have to tell me twice. It sucked having to be touched by that–!"

Aizawa pulled her into another long, breathless kiss before parting. "Never speak of it. I don't want to hear you speak of another man like that."

"Ohh, I never pegged you for the jealous type, Shota," Kagome teased. "I could use some help forgetting that mission though."

Aizawa smirked at her provocation, he could do just that. Swiftly, he stood up and lifted Kagome bridal style off the couch. His smirk widened when she gasped in surprise, a dark blush covering her face and trailing beneath her shirt. With a soft click of the door, Kagome and Aizawa disappeared into her bedroom.

Later that night, Nemuri left her room in search of a glass of water. Passing through the living room, she noted that Shota must have left sometime while she was asleep. Releasing a yarn she cursed her friend for being an obtuse fool. She was clearly trying to get him and Kagome alone, just for him to blow it!

With a water glass in hand, Nemuri made her way back to her room when she noticed an extra pair of shoes sitting innocently at their doorway. A smirk stretched across her lips as she silently shuffled to Kagome's bedroom door. Beyond it, the soft sounds of pure sin could be heard followed by the creaking of a bed.

"Heh, took them long enough."

A/N: I may have a bunch of other WIPs to work on but this plunny haunted my thoughts! I'm going to start taking requests for pairings/prompts. Leave a review and I'll see what I can make! Thanks for reading. :)