Well, who ever is in charge up there decided to fuck up my plans. I could walk on my leg now without too much hassle.

I got up around one in the afternoon and I was going to start cleaning when I got a call. I cocked an eyebrow at the number; it said "unavailable." I clicked the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello," a male voice said, "is this (f/n) (l/n)?"

I leaned on the counter. "Yes, this is she."

"Well, I'm Jack Ito, I'm sorry to call you out if the blue, but your paperwork got lost and I'm just trying to figure things out."

"Oh, what's up?"

"Well as I take it, you're my new assistant. My off days were supposed to sync with your off days but the paper work got lost and the stupid computer acted up. When are your days off?"

"Oh. Um- Tuesdays and Wednesdays."

"Awesome! Thanks."

"No problem", I thought for a moment, "Actually, I never got a memo on what I might be doing? I know I'm your assistant but I'm not sure what I'm helping with exactly. "

"Oh! Well you'd be taking notes and setting appointments for me. But we do leave the office a lot, I do area investigation."

"Area investigation?"

"Yes. What I do is I go out to spots that have reported suspicious activity and find out whether or not it's something we have to look into. Sometimes I run into the villains but my job is to poke my head around and see what's up."

"So you go undercover?"

"That's right."

"And how would I do my job?"

"Well, we'd drive to a location, you'd sit in the car, and you'd look at the computer that's recording my conversations. If it catches some words that got interpreted wrong, you'd fix it. If the mic records people in the background, delete it. Stuff like that. If the area is a positive spot, you'd log it on to the system and send it in."

"Well damn, some heads up would've been nice."

"Well, recently the computer system has been on the fritz. I'll send you a copy of the e-mail you so we're supposed to get on my phone so you'll get it this time. Can't believe you didn't know about what you were signed up for", he mumbled.

I told him my e-mail and hung up.

When I walked into the kitchen to make some food, I opened the fridge and made myself a sandwich. It was a mellow day. Nothing happened at all. Just watched TV and thought about Hawks. We kissed last night and I couldn't shake the leer he gave me out if my head. I just kept thinking about him leaning down and kissing me.

I let out a sigh. I wanted to talk about it. I also wanted to see him again but I didn't want to seem needy.

I'll just text him something nice.

I pulled out my phone and started typing.

Hey. I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of my leg last night. Feels better.

I pressed send and waited. About an hour went by and no new messages.

And after an hour, my whole weekend went by without any new messages. I was I'm my car, looking at my phone.

Hey. I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of my leg last night. Feels better.

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Whatcha up to? You doing okay?

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?

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I had sent a few messages over the weekend with no response to any of them. I knew he was fine because he was reported on the news for saving people from an office building, where they assured the audience that Hawks escaped without a scratch.

I put my phone into the cup holder dejectedly and drove over to Hawks's agency to start my first day as an assistant. I went to the room that the e-mail led me to and knocked gently.

"Come in."

I stepped in the room. "Hello Mr. Ito."

I was surprised to see him in jeans and a tee-shirt, with some converse.

I mean, he can't exactly talk to locals and not seem suspicious with a suit on.

He smiled at me. "Hello Ms. (L/n). I actually have something for you."

He pulled out a phone and handed it to me. I took it with a confused look and Mr. Ito replied to my unspoken words.

"It has all of the contacts in it who I usually talk to for work. I may need certain people to handle certain things, so there's a button on there that transfers the call you have to my phone. I figured it would be easier to have a separate phone to deal with my appointments than using your phone."

"Thank you. So the e-mail said sometimes you do paperwork in here and sometimes you go out? Is there a schedule for that?"

"I'll text you every morning to tell you if we're going out of not. Today is an outside day. We're going to check out an apartment building in district one."

"Yes sir."

We walked into the underground garage when he stopped and patted his pockets for the keys.

He was patting for a long time before he groaned in annoyance.

"Is something the matter, sir?" I asked politely.

He chuckled. "So formal. I'll head back to the elevator, I left the keys in my office."

"It's okay, I'll grab them for you. Are they on a hook?"

"Thanks, (l/n). They're on a hook. Next to the door. Here's the keys", he said as he tossed me the ring of keys.

"Be right back."

When I was in the elevator, I looked at the keys which all had tape over the bulky part. The word "office" Was written on one and I waited for the doors to open. When I got to the floor I needed to get to, I saw Hawks walking the way I needed to go.

"Hawks?"

I saw him stop dead in his tracks and pause before turning around with a weird smile. I mean, it looked like his normal smile, but something about it was off.

"I'm heading to get Mr. Ito keys, what are you doing up here?"

"Oh... Work things", he said with a dead voice, "I have to run now, bye. "

And with that he turned the next corner and sauntered off. I stood there with a confused expression, watching him go. I shook my head and walked to the office and grabbed the keys. I realized the hour had turned and wrote in the activity log.

When Mr. Ito saw me hop in, I guess it was obvious that something was bothering me.

"You okay? You seem distant- Shit!"

He hit the breaks stopping us from rear-ending a car that ran a red light. The car was still drifting forward and he put a hand out in front of me. When the car stopped we both sat there, a little shaken before he sent us on our way again.

"Hah... Sorry about putting my hand out."

"It's no problem", I said shakily.

"As I was saying before we almost died, did something happen on the way to my office?"

"Um- no. Nothing out if the ordinary."

He frowned, knowing I was lying.

"Listen Ms. (Y/n). I know you met me just an hour and a half ago, but for you to work as my assistant, I need you to be at your best mentally. You don't need to trust me completely, I understand. But you seem like you need to get something off your chest."

I was looking at my clipboard and fiddling with the corner.

"Someone I care about is being distant with no warning. That's all."

He rubbed his hand over his scruff and nodded.

"Significant other, friend, or family?"

"Potential significant other."

He drew a sharp breath. "Damn. That sucks, man. I remember when something similar happened to me with my ex-wife. Maybe they're just a little flighty. If you talk to them I'm sure you could work things out."

This strangers reassurance made me feel a little bit more at ease.

"I hope so."

We rode in a comfortable quiet, the only noise we could hear was from the radio and Mr. Ito humming along.

I know this man is suspected to be a criminal, stealing information and a part of the League of Villains, but off the bat, he seems well-rounded and kind.

I gnawed in the inside of my cheek while we drove. Eventually we pulled up to the space we were supposed to be and he stepped out of the car. While I was getting my stuff together so I could move to the back, Mr. Ito moved around the car to open my door.

I smiled and mumbled a thank you while I climbed into the back. It was like a stereotypical spy van. It had a computer on the desk where the AI was supposed to record the conversation, and in the corner was a little bar where I could click the red flag: come here immediately. The yellow flag: this place needs to be checked out. Or the blue flag: false alarm, everything here checks out.

I had my notes next to me, reminding me how to use the system and I was ready.

"Can you help me with my mic?"

I turned around and he was holding a thin wire.

"I just need you to put it under my shirt and pull it out, I'll tuck it where it's supposed to go."

"Okay."

Hesitantly, I put my hand up his shirt and my other hand reaching for his collar so I could hand it to him.

"Hoo- your hands are cold", he laughed.

"Sorry", I chuckled sheepishly.

He tucked his mic in where it was supposed to go and gave me a thumbs up.

"Don't open the door, okay? I know the code to get in so if 'someone'", he used air quotes, "Needs to get in, it's not me."

I nodded and he closed the back of the van door. I heard the mechanical lock turn and I was locked inside safely. I turned my attention to a small window on the big screen tracking Mr. Nickoletti.

When I saw his red dot reach near the apartments, I tuned the ear piece in.

"Hey. Are you bubuh", I heard Mr. Ito cool voice ring.

"Who the fuck is asking? You have a lot of balls coming here alone. Pull one move and I'll fucking kill you."

My stomach went cold with nervousness and I felt myself tense.

Even though he just got a serious death threat, Mr. Ito payed no mind. "Well, I'm here to buy."

"I ain't selling nothing. Piss off", buns shot back. I heard the click of a switchblade and flinched a bit. The noise was harsh on the radio.

"I want to buy a quirk enhancement. The American kind. Shit works better than the Japanese made and I hear you sell it."

There was a long silence and a a creaking. I fixed the few typos that the system made and waited. There was almost no sound except shoes click on in the floor.

"Here is our stock. How many bundles do you want. We only sell 5 bottles at a time."

"How much for two?"

"Eight million fifty three thousand nine hundred ninety six yen." (Eight thousand dollars)

"How long do they last?"

"Two hours each. But they heighten your quirk more than you'd think."

"Can I come back Friday? I don't get paid until then."

"Sure, but if you don't show up, you'll get found. You fucked yourself over the moment you stepped in here."

I clicked the yellow flag and a date bubble popped up asking if there was a dead line. I typed in Fridays date and sent it in.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be here."

I heard tapping sounds through the mic and saw the tracker moving along the map. I heard the car lock beeping in the front seat and the car start. We had to drive away so they wouldn't be suspicious. While we were driving I corrected the remainder of the speech to text typos.

The nervousness drained from my system the farther we drove away.

Wouldn't want to be in that situation.