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Staring blankly at herself in the mirror, Emi saw nothing except for emptiness and despair. Wearing only a t-shirt and panties, she could only see herself as a broken, useless object. No man wanted or desired to make her theirs. All they wanted was her body. Normally, Emi would consider herself energetic and optimistic, but reflecting on the last few hours she instantly had been degraded physically and mentally.

Stumbling toward her bedroom, her whole body trembled violently. Making it to her bedroom successfully, Emi flopped onto her bed laying there motionless. She was a delicate, beautiful flower that had lost it radiance and there was nothing she could do to regain innocence. She felt violated in more than one way.

Continually replaying her traumatic experience, her mind resisted her attempts to turn itself off. Feeling only shame, worthlessness, and humiliation, Emi hid away from the world. Considering people looked up to her as a role model since she was a pro-hero, she wanted nothing more than to disappear from the existence of the planet. She couldn’t even protect herself from someone’s sexual desire and forcing themselves on her.

Hearing her phone explode with notifications and calls, Emi relentlessly ignored it. Disregarding the fact that she was supposed to be on a mission with Eraserhead tonight, she determined it would be better if she didn’t show up without leaving any notice. Eraser could care less anyway if she didn’t show herself since he could accomplish getting more done without her presence.

Wanting to grieve by shedding tears, she struggled to get any emotion out. The affliction of the incident was eating away the last pieces she had left of her heart.

Detecting a knock on the door, Emi remained in her bed paralyzed.

“Joke, are you home? I’ve called you like ten times...why won’t you answer? It isn’t like you not to show.”

Listening to his footsteps, Emi recognized his voice instantly. Eraser had come looking for her. Even though she wanted to fantasize that he cared for her the same way she did for him, her mind was too numb to process anything through.

“Joke, what are you doing in bed? We were supposed to meet three hours ago. I accomplished the mission without you, but it felt like something had to be horribly wrong for you not to show up or leave some note.”

“....”

“Aren’t you going to answer me, Joke? I swear if this is one of your jokes, I’m out.” Walking over to her bed, Shouta pushed her so she would be facing him. Making eye contact with one another, he quickly observed her eyes no longer emitted the radiant emerald color that they usually had. “Joke, what happened to you? And tell me the truth; I don’t want any bs.”

Aware that his jaw tightened and his eyes were boring into her, Emi perceived that Eraser must have cared more for her than he would ever let on. Trying to convince herself that everything was all right, she joked, “Is it that Eraser actually cares for me?”

Pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose, Shouta reprimanded her. “Stop the jokes for once, Emi. Can’t you ever take anything seriously!?”

Resisting the urge to cry, Emi unhesitatingly wrapped her arms around Shouta’s waist. “Will you stay?" Glancing up at Shouta, tears fell down her cheeks as she sobbed. "I just don't want to be left alone...I’ll explain it in time, but the subject is too raw for me to discuss right now. I hope you understand.”

Acknowledging there was something horribly wrong with Emi, Shouta pulled her arms off of him. Changing his position, he moved himself over to the bedrest while still holding onto Emi’s hand indicating that she could cling to him for the rest of the night knowing that he wouldn’t leave her. Taking her in his arms, Shouta soothed her with soft, gentle strokes across her back. Being incredibly patient, Shouta comforted her. “Without knowing what happened, I can’t help you much Emi. But whenever you are ready to tell me what happened, I’ll be waiting here to listen. I’m not good with emotions which you’re certainly aware of, but I do care about your well-being.”

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Returning from the department store, Emi quickly made her way into the bathroom. Laying the paper box on the counter, she slid down her pants gradually terrified of the awaited results. Conducting the test, she watched the small device for a tedious three minutes anticipating for her new possible future.

Her eyes flooded with tears, staring back at her was a positive mark in the window of the test. “Shit.” Emi shuddered. “My life is ruined...I had so much ahead of me at only age twenty.”

Heading towards her kitchen, Emi grabbed her purse, reaching down for her phone. She briskly unlocked it and went to her messages. Contemplating who she should go to during this difficult and challenging situation, she clicked on her mom’s name only to go back and click on Eraser’s name.

Sent 11:34 AM: “Eraser...I don’t know what to do. Life is repeatedly submerging me to the point where I don’t think I can rise back to the surface anymore…”

Violently shaking, Emi could hear her heart rapidly pace as if her body was fighting to stay alive. Glancing back at her phone, she sent her mom a short, brief message.

Sent 11:35 AM: “Mom, I hope to see you soon. Life hasn’t been how I quite expected it to be. Please call me when you get the chance tonight.”

*Ding*

Intending to look at her notifications, Emi was instantly interrupted with a call.

“Joke, don’t do it.”

Confused, Emi questioned, “Eraser? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t take your life, Emi. It’s not worth it.”

Detecting desperateness in his voice, Emi provoked him. “What the heck are you talking about, Eraser? It’s not worth what? Being with you? It sounds like you need more confidence…”

“I don’t have time for this, Joke...if you’re going to take no notice of the seriousness of saying you’re going to taking your own life, you have a sicker sense of humor than I thought.”

Sensing the coldness in his voice, Emi knew she had crossed the line. “Eraser, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean my message in that way. I’ve just been trying suffering, and I didn’t know who else to go to other than you.”

“And what do you want me to do to help you?”

Fearful that he may hang up on her at any moment, Emi pleaded. “I need someone to lean on...I know it may be hard to believe, but I don’t have many close friends. Heck, none of them are in the area. All of them are back home in Kumamoto Prefecture.”

“You have no one in the area that you can talk to about your issues?”

Without processing what had been said to her, Emi agreed with him. “Nevermind...I can find someone else to help me out... “ Hanging up, she choked back tears as she called her mother. “Mom?”

“Honey? What is it? I’m at work right now. Can this wait?”

Differentiating the impatientness in her mother’s voice, Emi mentally broke down. She could no longer fight the tears.

“Emi? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

At a loss for words, Emi found herself unable to speak.

Concerned, Emi’s mother pleaded. “Emi? Please talk to me…”

Struggling to find words, Emi uttered. “I’m pregnant.”

“WHAT! Emi, you’re not even married! Do you know how much trouble this will bring onto our family!”

Her heart shattered at her mother’s reaction. She was furious, making it extremely difficult for Emi appeal to her mother. “Mom...I was raped.”

Leaving her mom speechless, all Emi could hear was her mother’s breathing contemplating what to say to her distressed daughter. “You could get an abortion and avoid all the public disgrace.”

“I’m not doing that...the baby didn’t do anything wrong. I at least want to give him or her up for adoption.”

Aware that it would be challenging for her daughter especially without a husband in the Japanese community, Emi’s mother suggested. “Darling, if you come home, we can get this all sorted out, and you won’t have to think about a thing.”

Irritated that her mother refused to accept her wishes, Emi reprimanded her. “It’s never about what I want...I’m tired of being told what to do! I’m going to have this baby, and that’s final.” As she hung up, Emi turned around to find an intruder with scruffy, long, black hair.

Cognizant that he threw her off guard, Shouta shut his eyes deliberating on how to approach her with the issue.

Without hesitation, Emi questioned, “How much did you hear?”

“Everything from you're not giving up the baby up for adoption.” Shouta plainly stated.

“Let me explain myself, Eraser. It’s not what you think...I’m not a slut.” Emi pitifully pointed out.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Shouta curtly posed her.“Fine, but why do you involve me in this?”

Glaring down at her feet, Emi mumbled, “There is no one who I trust enough to share this information with.”

“They’ll find out eventually. It’s not too difficult to tell when a woman is pregnant.” Shouta said crossly.

Interjecting, Emi flatly stated, “I was raped.”

At a loss for words, Shouta stood there dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to do. Here he thought that she had gotten herself into this situation by sleeping around; instead, she had been taken advantage of leaving her shattered only for someone else to help her put the pieces back together.

“Listen. It happened that night when you came over, but everything was so fresh then…” Tensing up her fists, Emi was critical of herself as she spoke. “It’s just that I don’t want many people to know. I’m a pro-hero, and I can’t even protect myself. It’s pathetic.”

“Emi, don’t say that…” Processing his thoughts, Shouta offered, “I suppose I can support you during this time, but I have to warn you that I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Slightly smiling, Emi softly threw her phone on the counter as she accepted his offer. “I would like that very much.” Moving towards her living room, Emi dropped herself on her sofa. Dragging her hands down her face, she thought-through her options considering her future. “I just don’t know what to do, Eraser... what do I tell the agency?”

“Be frank with them. Let them know what happened. Maybe they can work something out with you.” Shouta indicated as he moved across the room to sit beside her.

Widening her eyes, Emi threw her hands crying out, “Do you know how that will affect me? I’ll become an outcast!”

Leaning his elbows on his knees, Shouta addressed to her. “You won’t know unless you try. What else are you going to do, Joke?”

“I suppose I can...I just feel so hopeless, Eraser.” Bursting into tears, Emi threw herself into his arms.

Wrapping his arms around her, Shouta stroked her back trying to comfort her. Sitting there awkwardly, he waited for her to say something.

Looking up at him, Emi confided in him. “I wish we could be spending time with each other under different circumstances.”

Turning scarlet, Shouta quickly showed his embarrassment.

Chuckling some, Emi teased, “ Awww, do you actually enjoy spending time with me, Eraser?”

Shuddering at her words, Shouta informed her. “We haven’t spent any time with each other than that one time I comforted you and our missions. And I would say I tolerate you.”

“Aww, you don’t have to lie about it, Eraser.” Adjusting herself to sit up, Emi whispered in his ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at me after all.”

“Dammit, Emi! Will you ever know when to stop?” Trying to recuperate himself, Shouta took a deep breath. “What if you try relaxing for once? Have you ever done that even?”

“HA! You’re funny! You’re lucky if my mind isn’t racing at a million miles an hour.” Resting her head against his chest, she remarked. “How are you always so relaxed all the time? Listening to your heartbeat is so soothing.”

Unsure of how to reply to her comment, Shouta leaned back into the sofa taking her with him. Watching her stretch her legs out on the couch, so she laid fully on it, he gently grazed her back calming her to the point that she fell asleep. Not wanting to wake her up, he decided to fall asleep as he continued to embrace her.

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Checking into the doctor’s office, Emi patiently sat waiting for her name to be called. Reflecting on the past three months, she knew how pathetic she must have looked to everyone. Telling her boss about her situation and how she didn’t want to risk the health of the baby during the next nine months had gone better than she thought it would go. He was incredibly supportive, but she couldn’t help, but feel his judgment on her. Supposedly, she would be able to work at home for the next ten months visiting his office every few weeks to discuss her upcoming assignments. It was too good to be true. She couldn’t wrap her mind around why her boss would be so supportive of her and her issues. Heck, the fact that Shouta had been so supportive of her and her decision was enough to give her reassurance that she had people who cared for her well-being.

Interrupting Emi’s daydreaming, a dark-haired nurse in light blue scrubs called, “Emi.”

Getting onto her feet, Emi made her way over to the nurse.

“Follow me.”

Passing through the door and into the hallway, the nurse asked Emi to step onto the scale and stand against the wall. After the nurse had finished, they walked down a few halls before entering a room where Emi would be taking her ultrasound. Sitting down in the chair next to the blood pressure cuff, Emi rolled up her sleeve knowing that the nurse would have to check her general health.

Completing everything else the nurse needed, Emi killed time waiting by messaging Shouta.

Sent 9:17 AM: “Are you still up?”

Putting her phone aside briefly, Emi scanned the room. Only to find pamphlets and posters about having a healthy pregnancy and how to raise a child, Emi returned to her phone.

Received 9:18 AM: “I went to bed earlier than usual last night. Hizashi said he made a reservation for today...not too thrilled about that. Want to come so I don’t have to deal with Hizashi repeatedly trying to introduce me to everyone.”

Pondering about if she wanted to go out and spend time with Eraser and his friends or not, Emi weighed down her positives and negatives. The positives being that she would be spending time with her crush and it would take her mind off of her thoughts of hopelessness. The negative being...well, nothing.

Sent: 9:25 AM: “Is Hizashi the roommate/childhood friend you were talking about?”

Biting her lip, Emi suspected she could egg him on without saying yes or no.

Received 9:26 AM: “Yes.”

Annoyed from his short response, Emi puffed out her cheeks as she typed out a reply.

Sent 9:26 AM: “So are you going to use me only to get away from socially interacting with everyone?”

Received 9:27 AM: “No. I thought you might like to do something that would take your mind off of things.”

Sighing, Emi deliberated what to say next.

Sent 9:29 AM: “Do you think that I can’t figure out any other way to stay relaxed other than going out with you?”

Received: 9:29 AM: “Stop being so difficult, Joke. Just say yes or no for this evening. It’s that simple.”

Hearing a knock on the door, Emi jolted in her chair. Setting her phone in her purse, she turned her attention to the technician.

“Ms. Fukukado, my name is Akari Kimura. I’ll be doing your ultrasound today. If you could situate yourself on the examination table.”

Seating herself on the table, Emi noticed the technicians confident stature. She was gorgeously dressed in purple scrubs and different tints of brown going through her dark brown hair.

“Okay, so I need you to slide up your shirt to your bra line and depending on your pants, you may have unbuttoned them. We’ll be able to adjust you accordingly so no pressure..”

Laying herself down on the table, Emi pulled her top to her bra line. Waiting only to have the ultrasound gel put onto her, she braced herself for the coldness of the gel against her skin. Having the gel spread around her belly, the technician applied the transducer to her skin.

“Okay, it should not take us long to find the baby.” Observing the machine as she moved the device across Emi’s stomach, the technician publicized, “There’s the head, and that would be the body. Looks like he or she is in a comfortable position. Good news is it looks like they’re healthy. Would like you like to hear their heartbeat?”

“You can do that already?” Emi asked.

“Yup, we sure can!”

Chewing on her bottom lip, Emi contemplated whether or not it would make her more attracted to the baby. “Yeah, I would like that very much.”

Pressing a few buttons on the machine, Akari stated, “Okay, here is the little one’s heartbeat.”

Listening to her child’s heart, Emi could distinguish the steady beat of her little one. Overwhelmed with the sight of her baby, her eyes filled with tears.

Noticing that Emi was crying, the technician tried comforting her. “It’s alright, miss. The baby’s heartbeat is perfectly healthy, so there is nothing to worry about!”

“I know. It just makes everything seem so real.” Emi explained as she dabbed her eyes with her sleeve.

“But this is real.” Said the nurse plainly.

Smiling, Emi verified the nurse's comment. “I know. It’s just a lot to take in.”

Finishing up her appointment, Emi was sent home with a photograph of the ultrasound. Putting it in her wallet for safekeeping, she checked her phone for any messages.

Received 9:46 AM: “Are you trying to make me apologize for something I said because I’m not.”

Received 9:50 AM: “Seriously, Joke. Why can’t you just let me know if you’re going to come or not. It’s not that difficult.”

Received 10:15 AM: “I’m taking it as a no then…”

Giggling at the frustration of the hero, Emi quickly typed out a message to send.

Sent 10:50 AM: “Eraser, I didn’t know that you wanted to hang out with me that badly! You could have told me earlier, and I would have gone on a date with you way before then!”

Covering her mouth with her hand, Emi couldn’t contain herself from cracking up.

Received 10:51: “You never can take anything seriously, Joke. For the record, this will not be a date.”

Tapping her nose, Emi debated what to say back.

Sent 10: 54: “Eraser, you don’t want to admit how much fun it would be for both of us! ;) ;)”

Received 10:55 AM: “I’ll pick you up at 6:15 sharp. Be sure to wear something appropriate; we’re not going to a circus.”

Returning home, Emi spent the whole time deep in thought about spending time with Eraser and his friends. Would it take anything off her mind if she came along with them? Should she share with him what she was doing while they were talking earlier? What was she to wear? How much time should she spend with him there?

Finally reaching her destination, Emi plopped into bed to take a nap to get some rest for her night out. Setting her alarm to 5:00 PM, she got herself comfortable before eventually falling asleep.

*5:00 PM: Sanctuary by Hikaru Utada starts*

Reaching for her alarm, Emi dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. Turning on the shower, Emi quickly brushed her teeth before jumping into the shower. Adjusting the temperature, she stood over the water getting her hair and the rest of her body wet. Adding shampoo to her hair, she scrubbed her scalp making sure her hair would smell nice if Eraser got a whiff of her hair. Rinsing the shampoo out, she applied conditioner to her hair. Deciding that she wanted to be in top condition for tonight, she got her razor out shaving her armpits and legs. Finishing shaving, she washed her body thoroughly with tree tea body wash hoping to get rid of all the blemishes off of her skin. Getting the conditioner and soap off of her skin, Emi drenched herself under the water.

Feeling nauseated all of a sudden, Emi experienced flashbacks of what happened that night. Not wanting to recall her past, she attempted to push away her emotions and memories that she felt that day. Turning off the shower, she jumped out of the shower and messaged Eraser.

Sent 5:32: “Eraser...I’m sorry to ask this, but would you be able to come earlier?”

Putting her phone down, Emi stared into the mirror only to see the reflection of a supposed young woman with her confidence stolen from her. Tears streaming down her face, she grabbed a towel wrapping it around her as she headed down to her bedroom. Drying herself in a hurry, she wrapped the towel around her head. Deciding to wear a red long sleeved short dress along with black leggings, she added a black scarf and black flats to accessorize it. Walking up to her mirror, she fixed her hair into a messy bun putting in bobby pins to perfect it.

“Joke?”

Jolting from where she was standing, Emi ran down the hall to yell at the intruder. “What the hell was that, Eraser! You didn’t even knock!”

“Actually, I did. When you didn’t answer after ten minutes, I decided to pick your lock.” Shouta explained as he brushed his hair back.

“So you decide you can intrude into other people’s homes if they don’t answer? You could have called you know!” Barked Emi with disgust.

“Again, I called you twice, but no one answered. You’re not going to win this one, Joke.” Shouta specified.

Walking away, Emi sat down on her sofa resting her head in her hand looking as if she was deep in thought.

“Emi, listen. If it bothers you, I won’t do it next time. I guess I was just worried since you texted me in what seemed to be a frantic state…” Sitting on her coffee table, Shouta sat across from her. Cupping her face, he made eye contact with her. “Emi, I need you to listen to me. I’m honored to have you say that you trust me, especially with this situation. I need you to believe in yourself though, see your self-worth.”

Giving a fake smile, Emi couldn’t help, but feel indifferent. He couldn’t understand how she felt; he didn’t go through what she went through, the humiliation, the suffering, the torment. How was anyone supposed to get past that type of situation?

“Emi...Emi...Emi, listen. We’re going to both have a good night tonight, and hopefully, it’ll help you to see the life that you bring to other people.”

Rolling her eyes at him, Emi replied. “Whatever you say…”

Shifting his hands to grasp hers, Shouta gently stroked them with his thumbs hoping to soothe her. Remembering what Emi had asked him to come over for, he asked, “So why did you ask me to come over?”

Glaring at her lap, Emi whimpered, “I was feeling hopeless. So you telling me that I should see the self-worth in myself, I can’t help, but think that you’re lying to my face. Some days, it feels like I’m struggling to survive. I’ve developed PTSD from this, Shouta.”

“Have you seen anyone for this?” Shouta said with sympathetically.

“I see a counselor. I haven’t gone to a psychiatrist since I want to stay away from meds that could affect the baby.” Switching the subject, Emi continued. “I went to get my ultrasound today. The baby is perfectly healthy.”

Pleased to hear the baby was in excellent condition, Shouta’s eyes lit up. “That’s fantastic, Emi!”

“Yeah, but seeing my child and hearing the heartbeat…” Starting to choke up, Emi tried fighting back the tears. “...was too much. I wanted to share that special moment with my husband, excited about the life that we are going to bring into this world together. Instead, I’m going in there alone with no one to share this precious moment with…”

Creasing his forehead, his hands tightened around Emi’s. “I’m so sorry that it has to be that way for you. I promise you that someday you will find someone out there for you.”

Getting up onto her feet, Emi advanced towards his door grabbing her purse and phone along the way. “Ready, prince charming?”

“What?” Unsure about what was going on, Shouta followed Emi to the door. Leading her in hand to their destination, they were greeted by Hizashi.

“Yo, is this your date?” Questioned Hizashi with a sly smile.

Alternating glancing at Hizashi and Emi, Shouta tightened his jaw. “Hizashi, this is Emi Fukukado, and she’s just a good friend.”

Resting her hand on his shoulder, Emi’s eyes sparkled as she was intrigued about what she could find out about Shouta from Hizashi. She taunted, “That’s not what you told me, Eraser!”

Removing her hand off his shoulder, Shouta gave her a cold stare. “We talked about this, Joke. This is not a date.”

“Seems like a date to me. Seeing the two of you arrive here hand-in-hand, it looked as if you two were maybe already an item.” Dictated Hizashi.

Without saying anything, Shouta walked in the building only to realize he had no idea where their reservation was.

Motioning his hand forward, Hizashi passed Shouta as he led the two through the hotel lobby and into the elevator to the 38th floor. “Here it is! Nemuri and Tensei are the only two that you’ll know, Shouta. I would love to introduce you to the others eventually.”

Turning his face away, Shouta specified, “Um, I’ll think I’ll pass.”

Wrapping her arm around Shouta’s, Emi pleaded, “Would you introduce me to your friend’s Eraser? I would love to meet them!”

Lifting one eyebrow, Hizashi prodded the two. “So are those nicknames you have for each other, pet names?”

Holding her hand against her mouth to contain her laughter, Emi glimpsed at Shouta. He had turned beet red.

Staring wide-eyed at the ground, he clenched his hands into fists. “Why can’t I ever get a day away from the neverending questions…”

Yanking Shouta away from Hizashi, Emi advanced towards Nemuri and Tensei. “Hey, are you Nemuri and Tensei? I’ve been told that you two are friends of Shouta 's.”

Pulling away from Emi’s grasp, Shouta briefly addressed them. “I wouldn’t call them friends, necessarily. I would say they’re more like colleagues.”

Pursing her lips, Nemuri commented, “Come on, Shouta. I would say that we’re much more than colleagues considering our past. Especially you and Tensei are more than colleagues.”

Raising an eyebrow, Emi hesitated to say. “Sounds risque. I would have never of thought you were the type to do anything vulgar.”

“I’m not. This is why I try to stay away from events like this. People are constantly saying stuff that isn’t true, and people wonder why I’m not in the spotlight. It’s because of stupid that people choose to believe and spread around that I choose to stay an underground hero.” Shouta snappily replied.

Badgering Shouta even more, Nemuri smirked. “You don’t know how to have fun, Shouta. If only you could find someone to get, you to come out of your shell. I thought Hizashi would do that for you, but it seems like he failed. Anyway, who is this doll?”

“This is Emi Fukukado aka Ms. Joke. Otherwise, known as the Smile Hero.” Shouta explained.

Smiling ear to ear, Emi extended her arm forward for a handshake. Firming shaking both Nemuri and Tensei’s hands, she acknowledged each of them with a friendly greeting. “It’s great to meet both of you. Perhaps, we’ll work on some mission together someday.”

“I’ve heard of you before, Ms. Joke is it? What does your quirk do exactly? I’m guessing you tend to make your opponents smile somehow since that is your name.” Hypothesized Tensei.

Resting a hand on her hip, Emi clarified for them. “Actually my quirk forces people to laugh to the point where it impairs cognitive and motor skills. It’s called Outburst.”

“Sound intriguing. So how did you and Shouta meet?” Nemuri raised with a glint in her eye.

“Time and again, Joke and I tend to be paired up by our agencies on our missions. That’s how we met; nothing exciting.” Shouta laid out for them as he gave a dismissive hand wave.

“That’s how we met, but our relationship has bloomed throughout the years, Eraser.” Emi declared with a sly smile.

“What did I miss everyone?” Interrupted Hizashi with a drink already in hand.

Hastily, Shouta retorted. “Nothing.”

Prompting her fist on her hip, Nemuri criticized him. “You’re seriously going to lie to your best friend, Shouta? That’s unfortunate.”

Turning towards the bar, Shouta made his way towards the bar as he indicated to all of them. “I’m not hiding anything. It’s just not anything important enough for him to spend his time and energy in.”

“Classic, Shouta.” Commented Tensei.

Tilting her head in confusion, Emi asked. “What do you mean by that?”

“He hasn’t changed since his time at UA. Always avoiding confrontation, he never was one to form relationships. Seeing the two of you come in together was quite surprising, to be honest.” Tensei exposed.

“Or maybe you just didn’t get to understand him as well as you thought you did.” Emi snarled in aggravation. Leaving the three, Emi headed to the bar hoping to catch back up with her friend.

Aware of his surrounds, Shouta noticed Emi in the corner of his eyes coming towards him. Seating herself next to him, Shouta initiated conservation with her. “How come you ended up leaving them?”

Dryly, Emi reported. “They were too judgemental...not the type of crowd that I could see myself with.”

“I wouldn’t say they’re judgemental. Tensei, I’ve known since my time at UA. He was mine and Hizashi’s class’ representative. I would say that in general, he’s just curious about what we’ve been up to. Nemuri isn’t judgemental; she’s just very nosey. She’s constantly getting into people’s business.”

“That doesn’t explain their comments after you left though…”

“Why was that?”

Hurt, Emi testified what was said. “Well, actually it was just Tensei’s comment. He said it was typical of you to leave like that pretty much. You’re always avoiding confrontation, and you rarely form relationships. He also said how surprised he was to see the two of us come here together.”

“Well, he’s not wrong about any of that.”

Shooting him a nasty glare at him, Emi dictated, “Shouta Aizawa, I don’t see that in you as a person. If someone wanted to be in your life, they would continue to pursue it. They would show that they cared enough to earn your trust and respect.”

Taking a sip from his gin and tonic, Shouta admitted, “I respect both of them well enough. I’m not going to get into detail on who I trust more, but I’m not one to let people into my life like that. No one has continued to hang around me except for Hizashi.”

Placing the tips of her fingers on her lips, Emi revealed. “So, Hizashi has been the only one to maintain their relationship with you? Hmmm, I guess that is all you need right now then.”

Turning to face her, Shouta reassured her. “Emi, stop assuming. I never said what I needed or didn’t need.”

Waving at the bartender, Emi asked him. “Excuse me, sir. Could I get a sprite? Thank you!” Returning her focus on Shouta, she replied, “Yet, you’re not afraid to push people out of your life…”

Eyes locked on his gin and tonic, Shouta responded with warmth in his voice. “Emi, I’m not going to push you out of my life, if that is what you're worried about.”

Tears shimmering in her eyes, Emi uttered, “Shouta, stop telling me what I want to hear. I’m just going to leave so you don’t have to continue lying to my face.”

As she got up, Shouta clasped onto a wrist and pulled her to him. “Emi, I haven’t lied to you. Why would I have invited you here if I didn’t enjoy your company?”

Taking in a deep breath, Emi attempted to compose herself. As she was about to say something, Shouta brought his fingers to her lips sending chills down her spine. Leaving enough money for both of their drinks plus a tip, Shouta took her hand and led her to the elevator.

Noticing that Shouta and Emi were leaving, Hizashi ran over to the two. “Yo, why are you leaving already?”

“I think it’d be best if the two of us left.” Noted Shouta.

“Both of you just arrived just over an hour ago. Can’t you stay for a few more hours?” Pleaded Hizashi.

“I’ll explain everything at our apartment tonight. Sorry for leaving so soon, Hizashi.” Entering the elevator and leaving Hizashi behind them, Shouta directed her in hand on their new destination.

“Where are we going, Eraser?”

“You’ll find out eventually.”

Entering an apartment building, Emi could only guess that they were going to his place.

“Should I be honored that you’re bringing me to your place?”

Shrugging, Shouta muttered, “Take it however you will.” Getting to his door, he unlocked the door holding it open for Emi. “Do you want any tea?”

“Sure.” Scanning his apartment, Emi saw little color. Making it into his living room, she discovered stereo-systems, loads of albums, and a few cat decorations spread throughout the space. “Whose items are these?”

“The music items are Hizashi; the rest is mine,” Shouta replied as he set the kettle on the stove.

“Didn’t know you were a cat lover. I could have shown you my cat in my apartment…”

Amazed that she had a cat, Shouta approached her. “Always saw you more of a dog person than a cat person.”

“I like dogs, but cats have always appealed to me more.” Turning her head to face Shouta, Emi instantly put forth, “Anyway, how come you brought me over to your place?”

“Thought it would be better for you to be somewhere else than at your place since you’re there all the time. Plus I wanted you to meet Hizashi eventually.”

Hearing the tea go off, Emi went over to move the kettle off the stove. “Where are the teacups?”

Grabbing a pot holder, and two sets of teacups, Shouta motioned for Emi to follow him to the coffee table with the kettle. Setting everything down, he sat down on the sofa waiting for Emi to sit beside him.

Pouring a cup of tea for both of them, Emi sat down as she held her teacup. “So how did you and Hizashi meet?”

“We met at UA.”

“And the two of you just became close?”

“Hizashi was more interested in establishing the relationship between us. I was just a depressed loner otherwise. I was content with that.”

“Isn’t that still you?”

“A depressed loner?”

“Not depressed, but a loner.”

“Yeah, but enough about me; let’s talk about you, Emi.”

Taking a sip from her tea, Emi glanced at him only to return to her drink.

Laying his hand on her thigh, Shouta gently rubbed it with his thumb. “I wish I could get you to relax. You’ve been so tense for the last few months, and I understand why. It hurts to see you in this type of condition though.”

Shifting herself toward Shouta, Emi confided, “Continue to do what you’re doing right now. The support, compassion, kindness… The care that you show me. It means so much more than you’ll ever know.”

Wrapping his arm around her waist, Shouta brought her closer to him, so she was against him. Grabbing the tea in her hand and putting it down on the plate, he cuddled her in as he laid-back onto the couch.

“What are you doing, Eraser?”

Bringing a finger to her lips, Shouta quieted her. “Shhhh. Just take your mind off of everything. Breath in and out and relax your mind.”

Closing her eyes, Emi tried focusing on her breathing. Instead, she began listening to Shouta’s heartbeat. It was very soothing. Steady in beat, she felt as if she was a newborn baby lulled by their mother’s heartbeat. Her eyes slowly drifted off, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in Shouta’s arms.

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Waking up to the sound of the door, Emi shifted her weight enough to see who had entered the house. Finding Hizashi in the refrigerator about to make some food, Emi contemplated whether or not she should say something.

Looking behind him, Hizashi spotted two emerald green eyes staring at him. Thinking he should apologize for waking her up, Hizashi remarked, “Sorry, I tried as best as I could to enter the apartment quietly, but I had no idea there was someone on the couch. Where is Shouta by the way?”

“Oh, he’s right here by me,” Emi stated as she turned to glance at Shouta. He was still fast asleep. Attempting to remove his grip around her, Emi got up only to be pulled back down.

Pulling her in, Shouta softly whispered, “Where are you going?”

Startled, Emi widened her eyes as she swung her head around.

Confused, Shouta narrowed his eyes. “What’s with the look?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be awake,” Emi said quietly.

“I wasn’t, not until I felt you move away.”

Astonished at his words, Emi turned red.

Amused that he had embarrassed Emi, Shouta lifted a corner of his mouth.

Unaware of what was exactly happening, Hizashi questioned the two. “Hey, guys. Is everything alright over there?”

Gazing into each other’s eyes, Shouta spoke up, “We’re fine, Hizashi. Would you mind coming over here after you’re done? I want to introduce you to Emi properly.”

Finishing the last few seconds of making instant rice, Hizashi approached the two of them with his bowl of rice and chopsticks in his hand. “Sorry, I have the munchies right now. It seems like I drank too much.”

Softly chuckling, Emi specified, “There’s no reason for you to apologize. It’s not like Eraser or I don’t know what you’re going through right now.”

Observing both of them, Hizashi decided to sit down. Using his chopsticks, Hizashi fidgeted with his chopsticks anxiously. “You’re right. Listen, I’m sorry that both of you had to leave tonight. I feel horrible. Is there any way I can make that up to both of you?”

Adjusting himself to talk to Hizashi respectfully, Shouta sat up hauling Emi along with him. “It’s not an issue, Hizashi. Everything is fine. Plus it wasn’t anything you did, so why stress about it.”

“I know.” Sighed Hizashi. “I just wanted everyone to have a good time and when you both left....I felt like I failed as a host.”

Trembling her lower lip, Emi confessed, “If anything it’s my fault for the reason we left…”

Tightening his grip around Emi, Shouta clenched his jaw in frustration. Taking a deep breath, he indicated what happened earlier that night. “Joke is not your fault. Many factors caused things to end up the way they did. I could have been more approachable and friendly.” Thinking things through, Shouta hesitated to say anything. Knowing he had to say something, he announced. “Life has been incredibly difficult for Emi lately, and I thought it would take her mind off things if she came. Because I was the one who caused the mess in the first place, you both can blame me for what happened.”

“Does Hizashi know?” Emi questioned.

“Know what?” Hizashi replied with a creased forehead.

“No, he doesn’t. All he knows is what I told him so far.” Shouta reassured Emi as he rubbed her back.

Fixing her eyes at her lap, Emi nervously played with her fingers. “Should I tell him?” She muttered.

Wrapping his fingers around her face, Shouta stated, “Only if you feel comfortable doing so.”

Taking a deep breath, Emi stuttered, “Since Eraser speaks so highly of you and you seem like a respectable, I’ll tell you what happened….” Exhaling, she continued, “I was raped.”

Lost, Hizashi could not form words. “I’m….a...I’m….”

Drawing a breath, Emi commented. “It’s fine. Things happen. I’m also pregnant which may or not be noticeable.”

“I’m so sorry, Emi. Are you planning on getting an abortion?” Hesisted Hizashi.

“No.” Quickly answered Emi. “I’m going to give the baby up for adoption.” Adding that, she continued to fidget with her fingers.

“Well, if you ever need anything, you can let me know,” Hizashi informed her.

Pressing her fingers together, Emi twitched the corners of her mouth. “Thank you.” Grabbing her tea from a few hours ago, she sipped the cold tea.

“Joke, let me take that. I’ll make you some more tea.” Taking the cup from Emi’s hands, Shouta proceeded into the kitchen.

“I think it’s time for me to leave. It’s super late, and I should get home.” Emi pointed out as she chewed on her lip.

Sensing she was agitated, Shouta placed the cup into the sink. Wanting to relieve her pain and stress, he advanced towards her. Taking her in his arms, he purred in her ear. “Why don’t you stay, Joke?”

Remaining where she was, Emi gave a soft smirk. “I never knew you were so touchy, Eraser.”

With his face flushed, Shouta retorted, “...I want to make sure you’re safe that's all.”

Emi’s smile faded from her face. Helpless, she felt like she could never do anything ever to protect herself again and it seemed like no one else believed in her ability to do so too. Refraining from saying anything, she pushed his hands off of her. Leaving Shouta baffled, she walked out the door and began her way home.

Getting onto the subway, Emi scanned her surroundings. There were very few people around at this time of night. Checking her phone for the time, she noticed she had two unread messages from Shouta.

Received 2:44 AM: “Joke, I don’t understand why you left...was it something I said? Hizashi and I are both worried about you.”

Received 2:58 AM: “Emi, can you at least let me know if you’re okay. I couldn’t deal with myself if something happened to you.”

Rolling her eyes, Emi got off the subway and walked the few blocks to her apartment. As she made her way home, she made sure that her cellphone was ready for her to call for help if anything happened. It was pathetic that she couldn’t handle a situation like that since she was a pro-hero, she thought.

Recalling that night from a couple of months ago as Emi walked up to the stairs of her apartment, she remembered that her body had been paralyzed. She couldn’t move her body whatsoever, and her quirk would not activate. She was powerless. Without any way to defend herself or fight back, she laid there motionless as he forced himself on her.

Making it to her apartment door, Emi stood there frozen as she experienced all the emotions she had felt that night. Letting the tears stream down her face, she attempted to unlock the door as she fumbled around the keys in her hands. Trying to stop her hands shake continuously, she finally managed to open the door.

“Good morning, Miya.” Emi whimpered to her cat. Shuffling her way through her house, she struggled to get ready for bed while she continued to remember all of her memories from that night.

Quickly peeking at her phone, she saw two missed calls and a text message. Opening her phone, Emi realized she had never responded back to Shouta.

Received 3:26 AM: “Emi, why won’t you answer? I’ve decided I’m going to go out searching for you since you’re incapable of replying back… How do you think it makes me feel knowing that you don’t care about whether or not to tell me you’re safe?”

Deciding she probably message Shouta back, Emi started typing out a reply.

“I made it home. You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I can explain it to you another day.”

Sent.

Immediately after she sent the message, her phone beeped.

Received 3:29 AM: “Open your door.”

Walking to her door, Emi peered through her peephole. “AH!” Startled, she yelped. Deciding that she should allow him in, she fiddled with the locks before opening the door. “What the heck are you doing here, Eraser?!” Cried Emi.

“Says the one who couldn’t even reply to any of my messages or calls for the last hour or more.” Inviting himself in, Shouta lightly nudged her to move aside. Shutting the door behind him, he turned towards Emi only to study her closely. “It was something I said, wasn’t it?” He speculated.

Tilting her head to the side, Emi uttered, “Yeah…”

Cupping her face, Shouta gazed into her eyes as he considered how to approach her without hurting her even more. Resting his hand on her shoulder, he reassured her. “Emi, would you please let me know what I did? It hurts me to know that I was cause for you to become so distressed and withdrawn.”

“Hmm.” Leaving the room to go to her bedroom, Emi decided she had enough for tonight.

Grasping onto her hand before she got too far, Shouta asserted, “You can’t just ignore the problem, Emi! I want to help you. I can’t do that if you aren’t willing to tell me what is wrong.”

Opening her mouth to speak, Emi hesitated as she pursed her lips together unsure about the whole situation. “I feel weak, Shouta. Is that enough for you? I feel like I’m not strong enough to protect myself anymore since I got myself into this situation. I’m pathetic, and we all know it. You even said so yourself that you were worried about my safety.” Overpowered by all her emotions, Emi darted to her bedroom.

Dumfounded, Shouta stood there paralyzed. Ashamed of what he had said to Emi earlier, he slowly advanced towards Emi’s room. As he entered the room, he instantly spotted Emi crying with her covers wrapped around her. Approaching her, he climbed into her bed to embrace her in his arms.

Without struggling, Emi resisted any temptation to kick him out or push him off of her bed. Cuddling into his chest, she softly sobbed letting her tears soaked through his shirt.

Running his fingers through her hair, Shouta cooed, "Emi, I've realized how much you mean to me. It's not that I don't think you can't take care of yourself; I want you to be safe mentally and physically."

Persisting in holding and comforting her, Shouta waited for Emi to fall asleep. After she fell asleep, he wiped each cheek of her tears and covered her up with her blankets making sure she felt secure and safe that night. Determining it was alright for him to fall asleep, he made sure to keep Emi in a warm, loving embrace.

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Laying down on the examination table, Emi watched the ultrasound screen as the technician glided the transducer against her stomach.

Turning her head to face Emi, the technician asked, “Would you like to know the gender of your baby?”

Pausing to consider what should be done, Emi answered, “Hmmm, I think I’ll pass.”

“That’s fine. Well, it looks like the baby is perfectly healthy. I’ll be sending information to the doctor to talk to you at your next appointment.”

Finishing up her appointment with the technician, Emi was given another photo of the baby. Carefully putting it in her wallet, she headed to work for her biweekly meeting with her boss.

Dropping into Insightfulness office, Emi sat in front of her boss’ desk.

Turning around in her chair to face Emi, Insightfulness finally acknowledged her. “Good morning, Emi. How has everything been going so far?”

Biting her lip, Emi slumped her shoulders. “It has been okay, Furuta. Enough about me. I looked into the cases that you wanted me to gather info on and here is some. I’ll be looking for more along the way. Do you want me to continue working on those cases or?” She finished saying as her face tensed up from dismissing her boss’ concern for her.

“Emi, I know you’re not telling me everything. You have to be honest with me for me to trust you and understand what you’re struggling with.” Furuta injected.

Looking down at her thighs, Emi clenched her hands in frustration. Contemplating what to share with her boss, she uttered, “I don’t want to seem like a constant problem to everyone. It constantly feels like everyone has to watch over me...it’s pathetic for a pro-hero to require that continually.” Glancing up, she discovered a soft grin on her boss’ face.

“Emi, there are always going to be times when we feel worthless or helpless, and I’m not saying that I understand how you feel because I don’t. My only acknowledgment for you is that your friends are concerned about your well-being. If it bothers you that much, address it to them. It can’t be solved unless they know about it from you.” Insightfulness dictated.

Reflecting on what her boss had said to her, Emi held the side of her hand to her face. Finally coming up with something to say, Emi commented. “I have, but I don’t think that person will back away.”

With a canny smile, Insightfulness asked, “Is this Eraserhead?”

Emi’s face flushed a deep red. She cautiously stated, “Umm, why?”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Emi. The way that you two interact with one another tells me there is some relationship between the two of you.” Furuta specified with a gleam in her eye.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Emi replied, “I wouldn’t say that anything is going on between us. Sure, I’ve liked him, but that doesn’t mean anything is going to happen especially now.”

Giving a small laugh, Furuta asserted, “So it is Eraserhead then! Looking at that info, I would say the only way to have him stop checking up on you is to break his heart and kick him out of your life.”

“What...that does not sound right...I doubt that is the only way to have him stop worrying about him.” Emi remarked with wide eyes.

“Well, any friend would continue to worry about a friend. I have to say that it doesn’t seem like Eraserhead allows many people into his life or if he does, he doesn’t share a whole lot with you.” Insightfulness mused.

Pursing her lips, Emi confessed. “Maybe, I should talk to him about setting boundaries between us…”

Feeling accomplished, Furuta changed the subject. “So I have some new cases for you to look into actually…”

Continuing to discuss Emi’s new cases, the two talked for an hour longer. Finishing their meeting, Emi gave Furuta a proper farewell before heading back home. Instead of returning home immediately, Emi wandered around town to window shop. Being in downtown Tokyo, she took her time as she went in and out of shops to look for something that appealed to her. She spent a few hours searching for an item that spoke to her until she finally found a pet store. Why was it that Shota didn’t have a cat in his apartment? Were they not allowed? Did Hizashi not like cats? Entering the shop, she made her way through the store until she found where the cats were kept. Turning around the corner of an aisle, she heard soft meows close by. “Where are you guys?” She whispered under her breath. Determined to find the cats, she persisted in her search. As she walked two aisles in, she found what she was looking for. There were so many different types of cats from small kittens to older adults. Varying in color, she began the search for the perfect cat for Shouta.

“Can I help you ma’am” Called a worker walking over to her.

“Yes, I would like to get a cat.” Answered Emi as she scanned each cage for the right cat.

“Alright. Which one would like to buy?” The worker asked.

Pointing to the cage, Emi specified for him. “I would like this one.” It was a greyish white cat with dark grey stripes going up and down it’s back. The little guy was hiding in the corner of the cage afraid to approach anyone.

“Okay, sounds great. Just so that you know this one has been quite shy ever since he has been here. So, if you’re looking for a more energetic cat, I would pick another one.” The worker noted as he unlocked the cage.

“No, I’ll stick with this one. He looks perfect.” Emi noted.

“Well, he was brought in as a kitten by the owner, and they said they didn’t want him anymore. If I remember right, he wasn’t the only cat in that household, and there was a dog too.”

Studying the kitten, Emi was sure he was about six months old. “Okay. Sounds good. He’ll be in good hands.” She smiled as he took out the cat out of the cage.

Taking the cat to the counter, the worker put the cat in a small box with holes on each side. “Alright. Well, he has had all his shots that he needs, but if you want him declawed or neutered, you’ll have to go to a vet for that.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll pass on that for now. Thank you for letting me know about that though.” Emi wasn’t a big fan of the box, but it was what it was. Paying for her purchase, Emi finally made her way home. Upon arriving at her house, she found two men standing at her door. “Hey, no soliciting!” She yelled across the hall.

Turning around, Shouta gave a disgusted glare while Hizashi looked back and forth between the two confused about what was happening.

“What the hell, Emi…” Muttered Shouta as he stood there with his hands in his pockets.

“Honestly, I’ll call the cops because it must be illegal to look that good,” Emi responded with a twisted smile.

Palming his face, Shouta groaned. “Seriously Emi? Can’t we stop with the jokes please?”

“Ummm, should I leave you two love birds alone?” Questioned Hizashi as he backed away with his hand held in the air at his chest.

Pursing her lips, Emi thought for a short second on how to reply. “All I wanted to ask is if you were a cat, Eraser because I’m feline a connection between us.”

Pushing his hair back, Shouta realized that he could never convince Emi to stop with her horrible puns. “Fine, just let us in.”

“So demanding, is this how you are in bed too?” Emi teased with a quick wink.

Turning around, Shouta furiously walked over to her. “Emi Fukukado, what the hell are you trying to prove? Don’t you think you’re going too far with this.”

“Meow.” Unsure of what was heard, they both stood there quietly. Watching Shouta’s expression as he studied the box, Emi beamed. “Meow.”

Pointing to the box, Shouta asked, “What do you have in the box, Emi?”

Persisting in hitting all of his buttons, Emi leered, “I don’t know, Eraser. What do you think is in the box?”

“It sounds like a cat.” Stated Shouta with his eyes still on the box.

“Well, if you want to find out. You have to come to follow me.” Emi indicated as she walked away with the box in her hand. Reaching her door, she began to unlock the door.

Continuing to glance back and forth between the two, Hizashi hypothesized, “Should I leave? It honestly feels like you two have other business to attend to.”

Grabbing Hizashi’s wrist, Shouta dragged him into Emi’s apartment. “No, you’re coming along with us. I’m not letting you get away. You’re now part of this situation just like the two of us are.

Making her way through her apartment, Emi’s cat came running by. Setting the box on the counter, Emi asked her cat. “Do you want to know what is in the box, Amaya?”

Her cat sniffed at the box until it touched noses with the other cat. Not knowing what was in the box, Amaya ran away and sat in the corner of the counter.

“Well, whatever is it in the box must be some freaky type of thing since it scared your cat, Emi.” Interjected Hizashi with his hands in his pockets.

Laughing at her dramatic cat, Emi answered, “No, my cat is a scaredy cat. She runs away from anything.”

Pointing his thumb at Shouta, Hizashi advised Emi. “Well, Shouta the cat whisper over here can probably calm her down I bet.”

“Ha, I would like to see you try! She hates to be held. You can put her in a box on your lap, and she’ll be fine, but otherwise, she’ll meow at you until you let you go.” Emi noted as she began opening the box. Closing the box back up, she came up with what she thought was a cunning plan. Smirking at Shouta, she inclined, “So this is actually for you, Shouta. I bought it originally to say thanks and to give something I knew you’d love. However, now that I’m thinking about it. I should make this a proposal.” Opening the box, Emi took out the cat and got down on one knee. “Shouta, will you accept this cat and go out with me?”

Astonished at what happened, Hizashi’s jaw dropped.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shouta groaned. “You’re seriously not telling me you bought me a cat, are you?”

Rolling her eyes at him, she sarcastically responded, “No, I got the cat only for you, so you have to visit me every day to feed it.”

Walking away, he uttered, “Well, if that’s the case, you should have just gotten it for yourself.”

Not having it, she told him off. “Aizawa Shota, you seriously think I’m going to force you to come here to take care of the cat.” Leaving the room, she gently dropped the cat down onto the floor.
Following Emi, Aizawa grabbed her wrist. “You wouldn’t be unlike you to do something like that, Emi.”

Turning around at Shota, Emi began to fight the tears forming in her eyes. “Shota, why can’t you simply answer the question; it’s a yes or a no.”

Putting his hands on her cheeks, Shota pulled her forward pressing his lips against hers. Her lips soft fragile lips melted into his as he tenderly kissed her.

Widening her eyes, Emi swooned. His lips were warm and firm as she returned the kiss. Continuing the lock lips, she began to kiss him passionately.

“Look at you two lovebirds.” Interrupted Hizashi. “Shota, tell Emi yes already. It’s been obvious that the two you like each other.”

Breaking their kiss the moment Hizashi called them out, they both blushed.

Turning to acknowledge Hizashi properly, Emi asked, “Hizashi, I didn’t even ask you. Do you mind having a cat?”

Sighing, Hizashi answered, “Honestly, no, but I’m sure the two of you will move in together shortly after. Who knows maybe even after the baby is born.”

Biting her lip, Emi stared at the ground speechless.

Glaring at Hizashi, Shouta gripped under her face lifting it to establish eye contact with her. “Emi, I need you to trust that whatever happens to us, we’ll work through it together. Who knows how things will play out entirely, but we’ll figure that along as we go.”

Squinting her eyes at him, Emi pointed out to him. “Why couldn’t you have said yes when I asked you? You made this so much more complex than it had to be and yet, men say women are the complicated ones.”

Chuckling at Emi’s comment, Hizashi noted, “That’s because Shouta isn’t a man. He’s in his own category of gender.”

Shooting Hizashi a nasty glare, Shota left the room.

“So, Hizashi. What did you guys want to tell me?” As she changed the subject, Emi heard a faint meow. “Shota, if you’re looking for your cat, he's in here.

Re-entering the room, Shouta found the white cat sitting beside another cat. That one must have been Emi’s he concluded. It was strange to think that however many times he had been to Emi’s apartment, he had never seen her cat before now. “So your cat finally decides to show it's facing. I was beginning to think you were lying about your cat.” Reaching down to pet her cat, the cat ran away leaving his cat the only still sitting there.

“Now, you found out why you never see her. She’s probably been in the room with us before, but she’s skittish to anything. I’m sure she’ll warm up to you eventually, Shouta.”

Picking up his cat, the little guy adjusted himself into his arms. It was strange to think that he was now a pet owner.

“You guys should name it after me since I’m going to become just a memory of the past looking at how things are going between the two of you,” Hizashi stated. Walking out of the room, he waved before leaving her apartment. “I’m not sure why I came over, to be honest. Shouta said that we had something to discuss with you and I didn’t even know what it was.”

Glancing at Shouta, Emi saw him tighten his jaw. “What do you have to tell me?”

Stroking his cat in his arms, Shouta briefly looked up at Emi. “We can talk about it tomorrow. Don’t worry. It’s good news.”Shouta added.

Nodding her head, Emi left the room to make them supper. It was nice to have someone who loved and cared for her for once. He even knew her well enough to know that if he didn’t tell her what the news was, she would be thinking about it for the rest of the day. So the least he could do is tell her what type of news it was which he did. Searching around the kitchen to decide what to make, Emi shouted across the apartment. “Shouta, I’m about to make supper!”

Coming behind her, Shouta wrapped his arms around her kissing her cheek. “Let me help you with that.”

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Staring at herself in the mirror, it wasn’t hard for a bystander to put together that Emi had either gained a lot of weight or pregnant. Now at six months pregnant, it all felt like her time with her little one was going too fast. With everything that had happened in the last six months, it was hard for Emi to process that Shouta and her were now dating, especially after her incredibly bizarre proposal, while being pregnant. Of course, it hadn’t been her plan to get pregnant, but with her getting defiled and not remembering much, there wasn’t a lot she could do about her situation. Now that Emi and Shouta had been dating for two months, they saw a lot more of each other than before, even though they had agreed on seeing each other regularly to make sure Emi was doing well mentally, and physically.

Because her parents hadn’t shown much support, Emi went to her coworkers and friends for support. She knew nothing about making sure she got the proper nutrition, so she went into the clinic and classes on how to have a successful pregnancy. With a lot of people waiting until their thirties to have kids in Japan, it was quite strange to have a woman in her twenties going to these classes. However, Emi persevered through it all. Emi got dirty looks a lot of the time since she was a single mom, but she told herself if they knew what had happened to her they would perhaps have more respect for her except the ones who thought she should have gotten an abortion. Making it her goal to ensure that the baby was going to be healthy with her life choices, she was sure that someone would heavily consider adopting her baby.

Pressing her lips together, Emi found it challenging to focus on the movie, Shouta and her were watching. Contemplating whether or not she should take his attention off of the film, she stared into the corner of the theater daydreaming. With it being chilly within the movie theater, Emi cuddled up next to Shouta. “It’s freezing in here. I wanted to watch a movie, but now I’m regretting that decision. The smell of the popcorn is making me sick from everyone else having it, and too loud in here for me to process my thoughts.” Assuming that he was probably annoyed with her, her lip trembled as attempted to hold in her tears.

Grasping her chin, Shouta turned her head to face him. Discovering she had tears in her eyes, he got up and grabbed her hand. “Come on, let’s go.” Not being able to deal with seeing her so distraught, he led her out of the theater.

Feeling guilty about being the reason that they left, Emi apologized, “Shouta, we don’t have to leave. You paid for us, so shouldn’t we make the most out of it?” Tugging on his arm to stop him from leaving, she instead got pulled into his arms.

Whispering into her ear from behind, he indicated, “Emi, stop making a scene. It’s embarrassing. I don’t care if I paid for it or not, I would rather have you enjoying yourself than force you to do something I know you’re not enjoying.”

Recognizing that Shouta was right, she followed him out of the theater. They got a few strange looks from the employees as they walked out, but it bothered Emi more than it did Shouta. Exiting the building, the two of them grabbed a taxi back to Shouta’s place. With Shouta pulling towards him, she turned her head, acknowledging him. “Shouta, I’m sorry for being so hard to please. It feels like anything we do turns me off now.”

Empathetic, Shouta cuddled Emi close to her, assuring her, “Emi, don’t worry about it. You’re perfectly fine. Don’t worry about me; I want you to be happy.” Turning her face to make eye contact with her, he confided in her, “Emi, I need you to know that I love you no matter what your body does to you. It’s all apart of your pregnancy, but we only have to wait three more months for that.”

Moving her eyes to the side, Emi struggled to find any words. It felt like she was a consistent problem for everyone, no matter who it was, but especially her Shouta. Looking back at him, she asked him. “How the hell have you not had enough of me, though? I’ve had enough of myself already and yet; you tell me that you love me? STOP LYING!” Noticing they had stopped, Emi got out of the taxi to run away from the situation.

Panicking inside, Shouta gave the driver more than enough money. “Here, keep the tip.” Quickly getting out of the taxi, Shouta sprinted, chasing Emi as she ran away. “EMI, STOP! YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU WON’T EVER PUSH ME AWAY, NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY!” It was extremely tiring to deal with Emi when she was like this, but if he couldn’t deal with Emi when she was at her worst why should he have her when she was at her best? Inches away from her, Aizawa typically would have captured her with his scarf, but since they were on a date, he didn’t have his weapon with him. Knowing he could grab her clothes and pull her toward him, he decided against it, considering he might tear her clothes and because she was pregnant. Clasping her arm, he lightly pulled her to him as he began to slow down. Getting her to slow down, he embraced her in his arms, knowing she was about to break down.

Unable to cope with the current situation, Emi broke down sobbing into Shouta’s chest as he held her in his arms. Attempting to tell Shouta how she felt, Emi choked on her words as she spoke. “Shouta, why...don’t you...leave me? You...don’t...deserve any...of this…”

Having enough of this, Shouta picked her up and carried her in his arms. Looking down at her, Shouta soothed her, “Emi, I will never leave you. I could never do that to you.” Slightly turning his head to the side, Shouta informed her, “Let’s go back to my place. We figure out something from there.”

Lifting her face, Emi stared at him with loving eyes. Smiling at him with her tear-stained face, she agreed with him, “I would like that. I’m sorry for being so complicated…” Kissing his cheek, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Laying her head on his shoulder, Emi found herself falling asleep. “Thank you, Shouta, for being so kind.” Struggling to keep her eyes open, Emi soon drifted off.

Noting that Emi wasn’t talking at all, Shouta glanced down at his girlfriend lying in his arms. Seeing that she was asleep, he pecked her cheek as he walked them home. He had to admit Emi was a lot of work, but ever since he got to know Emi, he felt a sense of purpose in his life. Of course, his hero dictated and gave him a purpose in life. Instead of always focusing on work, he had a reason to spend more time on his personal life. Not many people had known about Emi and him, but he was okay if no one knew about their relationship yet. Making it to Hizashi and his apartment, Shouta carried Emi throughout the building until he reached his place. Unlocking the door, he opened the door and made his way to his bedroom, setting Emi down on his bed so that she could sleep.

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Waking up, Emi scanned the room. Where was she? Wasn’t she last with Shouta? Greeted by Shouta’s cat, Emi quickly realized she was at Shouta’s place. “Hello, Yamato. Can you bring me to daddy?” Emi hated the name Shouta had picked out for the cat since he said it was the reason they were still together. It was meant to be a joke, but she didn’t think it was amusing considering bought “harmony” between the two of them. Standing up, Emi followed the cat out of the bedroom. “Shouta, why did you allow me to sleep in? What time is it even? I ruined everything!” All she wanted to do was spend time with her significant other, and all she kept on doing was ruining the time they spent together. Interrupting him before he could say anything, Emi began bawling. Staring into his eyes, she confessed, “Shouta, how can you deal with me? I can’t even handle myself! My heart feels like it’s been broken thousands of times with a jackhammer and this baby! I can’t handle being pregnant! It’s all too much, Shouta!” Falling on her knees, Emi cried on the floor.

Running over to her, Shouta helped her sit up. Spotting that she had tear stains under her eyes, he took her to the bathroom to clean up. “Emi, let me help clean you up.” Knowing that he would never do this for anyone else, Shouta realized a while ago that he felt different about Emi. He had never dated anyone, but even with his encounters, he never felt the same way when he had his first time with Emi. Walking her to the bathroom, he sat her on the counter and took a wet cloth to wipe the stains under her eyes. “Emi, I’ve told you before. I care way too much about you. I will continue to care for you until the day you or I die.” Biting the inside of his cheek, Shouta gave her a loving glare. Caressing her cheek, he smiled at her before he gently pressed her lips with his. Breaking away from her lips, Shouta leaned his forehead against hers, confessing his love for her. “Emi, I love you so, so much. I could never bring myself to leave you because I know I could never handle it.”

Staring back at him with glossy eyes, Emi hesitated to say anything. It was difficult to grasp his words. Did he feel this way, or was this some way to help her cope with her current situation. Stuttering, Emi dictated for him, “Shouta, I...don't know what...to say. It’s...all so much...to take in. I don’t...know if I can believe that. I’ve...been hurt so much. I know I should be able...to trust you, but...my heart is questioning it. I think...we should say goodbye...to each other. This way, you...won’t have to deal...with the constant problem in your life, me.” Glaring down at her lap, Emi was waiting for him to kick her out after she told him it would be best for them to break up.

He was hurt to hear her say such a thing, but if it were what she wanted, he would have to accept it. Holding up her face, Shouta made eye contact with her, asking, “Is that what you want, Emi?”

A few tears fell down Emi’s cheeks as thought through her answer. Squeezing her eyes shut, she responded doubtfully, “I don’t know...I don’t think so.” If she kicked him out of her life now, she knew she would regret it in the morning. Right now, she didn’t care. She was still so overwhelmed with everything that had happened. With only being twenty-one years old, she already had her future taken away from her in many ways. A lot of people didn’t look at her the same anymore. Yes, she didn’t go out as Ms. Joke since she found out she was pregnant, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less. It had been her dream to create a name for herself as a future hero, and she couldn’t do that with being pregnant. Struggling to remember what had happened that night, she had a gut feeling she was on patrol. Wondering if he heard anything about it in the news or anywhere else, Emi interrogated him, “Shouta, did you hear anything about what happened the night I got assaulted?”

Startled, Shouta shook his head. He hadn’t heard anything and certainly if he did, he would have told her by now already. “No, I haven’t, Emi.”

Flustered, Emi looked away as her brows drew together. Closing her eyes and glaring back at her, she confessed, “All I remember from that night was that I was on patrol and everything was going alright until I hit the ground. My body was paralyzed, no matter what I tried, it didn’t work. My quirk didn’t work. I couldn’t scream, nothing. I don’t remember what he looked like, but I think I recall his voice.” Staring at the ground, she added, “I remember him saying something like, ‘Looks like no one has claimed this flower yet. Today must be my lucky day.’ After he stuck himself in….” Emi bawled as she began recollecting her memories that she had stashed away for so long. It was so much to take in to remind herself what had happened that night.

Stroking her hair, Shouta assured her. “Emi, it’s okay. You don’t need to share anything else with me if you don’t want to.” Discovering Hizashi was home, Shouta gave him a dirty look and indicated to him to leave the room. Receiving a thumbs up, Hizashi left the room to go to his bedroom or the bathroom. Embracing Emi, Shouta gently rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her.

Only sniffling, Emi was aware, she had to tell him more about what occurred. “Shouta, his voice...his voice was scruffy...scratchy...low.” Recollecting everything from when she was barely conscious was difficult, but she was determined to tell him everything. “I remember seeing a man with blue eyes. Yeah, he had blue eyes. I remember since that is so uncommon, especially in Japan.”

Lightly stroking the side of her face, Shouta held her chin up with his hand resting beneath and his thumb on top. Softly smiling at her, he suggested, “Let’s go to bed for the night. We can talk about this in the morning or whenever you want to talk about it. Hell, we don’t have to talk about it.” Knowing there was a small chance of them finding him ever, he felt like there wasn’t much of a point to go on the search for the man when she knew nothing about him. However, knowing that he had blue eyes and a low, raspy voice may help him get some lead along with searching for someone with a quirk that paralyzes people. Helping her onto her feet, he guided her toward his bedroom. “Hey, do you need to use the bathroom before we go to bed?” With her shaking her head, he continued to lead her to the bedroom where he undressed her and clothed her into something comfy. At first, she fought him when he indicated that he could get her ready for bed, but she gave him when she figured out it might be useful for her since she was so tired in the first place. Getting her into bed after he got dressed, got into bed and tucked them in, embracing her from behind as the two fell asleep.

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Laying in the doctor's office, Emi killed time, staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to magically happen. She was thirty-seven weeks pregnant. One week after the eight-month period, she was ready to have this baby more than anything. In many ways, she was prepared to let go of this mini baby growing inside of her.

Because Emi didn't have practically anything to do while she rotted away in the clinic, she whipped out her phone. Unlocking it, she went straight to messages and to Shouta.

"I don't know whether or not I want to keep this baby anymore, Shouta…" Sent 10:42 AM

Within seconds, she received a reply. Shouta was reasonably quick at responding most of the time, especially during the mornings and afternoons. The night scene was a different story, but he still attempted to give Emi as much of his time as he possibly could.

"It's a little late for that now... You've stuck to it for this long, so why stop now?" Received 10:42 AM

Even though Emi knew he meant well, she couldn't help but cringe at his comment. Typing out a reply, she snapped back at him. "I just want to be done in general. I've been suffering so much… Shota, did I do something to deserve this?" Sent 10:45 AM

With the OBGYN coming in, Emi quickly put her phone away in her purse. Giving the doctor all her attention, Emi waited patiently for the doctor to fill her in.

Already making her way in the room, the OBGYN washed her hands before walking toward Emi. "I'm sorry, but we're going to have to turn the baby around."

Staring at the OBGYN in disbelief, Emi protested, "Excuse me? That can't be right. The baby was fine just a moment ago!"

Shaking her head, the doctor moved toward Emi and placed her hands on Emi's stomach. Without removing her eyes off of Emi's belly, she assured Emi, "This will probably feel uncomfortable, but we want to get the baby to the right position. You have nothing to be worried about, so don't worry."

Releasing a deep sigh of relief, Emi felt tears forming in her eyes. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she watched the doctor move her baby.

Hearing Emi sniffle, the doctor glanced up. "It'll be fine. I know it may be uncomfortable, but it'll work out."

"No, I'm sorry...I just don't know what to do with the baby anymore. Whether I should give it up for adoption or keep it. How do I decide that?" Emi whimpered.

"Haven't you decided to put the child up for adoption? That's what you said when we first met, that's what I thought anyway." The doctor addressed her as she walked away. Throwing her gloves into the trash can, she began to update Emi's record. "I've dealt with similar situations like yours, but I don't see myself as fit to tell you what you should do."

Nodding, Emi finished up her appointment and made her way back to the house. "Shouta!" Searching all over the house, she found a note on the counter saying, "Left to go to Hizashi. I will be back in a few hours." Pressing her lips together, she didn't feel like wasting time watching TV, reading a book, or browsing the web. Instead, she decided to sleep, hoping that it would help her to process what she wanted to do.

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Arriving home with Hizashi, Shouta set his keys on the counter next to a note. Picking up the note, he checked the other side. "Nothing. Her purse is here. Strange."

Entering the living room, Hizashi quickly scanned for her. "Not in here."

Passing each room until he got to the bedroom, he opened the door. Finding Emi in bed, he walked over to her. Shaking her lightly, he woke her up. "Hey. Wake up, love."

Opening her eyes, she looked up. "Leave me be." Rolling over to the other side, she only could do so much since she was pregnant.

Climbing into bed, he laid next to her, where he could see her face. "Hey, what's up? Is something on your mind?"

Glaring at him, she denied anything was up. "No, there is nothing wrong."

"Emi, you just told me something was wrong."

"No, I didn't. There is nothing wrong." She cried pouting."

Smirking, he assured her, "I'll wait until you decide you want to talk about it, alright?"

Flipping onto her other side, Emi pulled the covers over her head.

Leaving the room, he swung his hand toward himself, indicating to Hizashi to follow him. Once in the kitchen, Shouta shared his thoughts, "So, I don't know what is on her mind, but I'm going to make supper if you want to stay."

Shaking his head, Hizashi addressed, "No, I think it would be best if I left. You don't need any more stress with what you have already."

Taking a deep breath, he clarified, "Hizashi, you aren't going to do any of that."

"It doesn't seem like Emi is in the place for my company." Sensing Shouta was going to interrupt him, he quickly finished telling his impression. "It's fine, Shouta. Leave it. It looks like Emi needs some rest too. I can always come over another time, too."

Gloating, Shouta chose to quickly get over Hizashi's refusal to stay over. Going into the kitchen, he prepared supper. Knowing that she needed specific vitamins and nutrients for the baby, he made some salmon and miso soup for the two.

Making enough that they would have leftovers, he called Emi for supper. "Emi! Supper is ready."

Crawling out of bed, Emi walked out of the bedroom. Feeling like a disaster externally and internally, she stepped out of the bedroom. Making her way to Shouta, she was drawn back when he scanned her from top to bottom. "I know, I look like shit."

Abruptly changing the conversation, Shouta picked her up on the counter. "Stop. Stop degrading yourself. It does nothing for you." Stroking her hair, he helped manage her hair.

"You stop...I don't want to do this right now." She was livid. All she wanted to do was get some food down and go back to bed.

It was challenging to see Emi so aggravated, but what was he going to do? Shouta sough, "Emi, I don't know what is going on, but I can only help you if you confide in me."

Drawing her brows together, Emi turned away. "Sorry…" Tears were now streaming down her face. "I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate."

Caressing her face, he wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Emi, don't worry about it."

Swiping away his arms, she jumped off the counter. Falling back on the couch, she began to sulk there.

Taking two plates and bowls out, Shouta set everything up for them. Wandering over to her, he sat on the edge of the couch. Placing his hand on her stomach, he finally asked, "Is it about the baby?"

Groaning, she attempted to face the couch the best she could.

Figuring out that was what was causing her to be so troubled, he adjusted himself, so he could pull her onto him. Expecting her to fight against him, he prepared himself for the worst. Instead of that, her body went limp. Having it so that her head could rest against his upper chest, he gazed into her eyes. She looked pretty miserable, but he was convinced that there could be something done about that. "Emi, can I ask what triggered you?"

"I'm not sure if I want to give up the baby…" Emi muttered, staring down at her stomach.

Slipping his fingers through hers, Shouta moved her hand to her stomach. "Well, whatever you do, I'll support you. Alright?"

Emi stared at Shouta with confusion. Would he actually be willing to do what he said, or was he only talking? Recalling her past interactions with him, she couldn't identify any time that he hurt her emotionally or physically. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around Shouta's neck. "I'm sorry... I've been horrible to you lately."

Entwining his fingers through her hair, Shouta held her. Figuring it was what she needed, he didn't say anything within those moments.

Breaking away from his grasp, Emi held her hands on his cheeks. She had moved enough, so her forehead was against his, where she established eye contact with him before locking his lips with hers.

Returning her warm embrace, she ran one hand down to her waist. With her pursuing to give him affection, Shouta knew that she indeed was opening up to him. "Emi, I'm so proud of you."

Looking up at him, Emi puzzled over what he meant. "What the heck does that mean, Shouta?"

A corner of his mouth lifted when he got the opportunity to explain how he gradually earned her trust. "From the beginning of our relationship, you started off as a broken, young woman who thought her life was hopeless. Throughout our eight months together, you have grown mentally and physically. I am proud to say that I stood by you in those moments. No matter what you go through, I will continue to be by your side during that time. I promise Emi."

Gazing into his eyes, Emi carefully examined his eyes, wondering if he was sincere. "Shouta, don't lie to me. I don't want to think that I'll get something when you don't actually feel that way."

Drawing her face close to his, Shouta swore before kissing her. "I promise Emi." Pressing his lips against hers, he brought her into a deep and passionate kiss. Having her tug on his bottom lip, he tightened his embrace on her. Ready to move it forward, he discovered the bed was wet. Breaking away, he sat up and quickly searched for the cause. They didn't have a water bed, there were no glasses around, and then he realized. There was a massive puddle around Emi's hips. Without wanting to move her, Shouta cautiously proposed, "Emi, did you have an accident or?"

Continuing to have water steadily leak out between her legs, Emi positioned herself, so she could get out of bed. Positioning her feet on the floor, she slowly got up. "Shouta, I haven't had any contractions yet...and my water broke…" Turning rapidly around, Emi looked at him with crazy eyes. "I saw this thing that nipple stimulation can help start contractions...would you do that for me?"

Drawn back, Shouta was ready to run the other direction but wandered over to her instead. Picking her up, he carried her over to their garage. Setting her on her feet, he aided her in getting in the car. Closing the door, he got in on the other side and started on the vehicle. Without giving the slightest care in the world, he pulled out and sped to the hospital. Knowing it would be possible for him to get a ticket, he decided to answer questions later if necessary.

Luckily, it wasn't long until Emi began to feel contractions. "S-Shota-a! This-s..can't be happening…" With tears flowing down her cheeks, she was ready to call it quits. "I d-don't want to do this, S-Shota...please! Take the pain away!"

Extending out his hand, he commented, "Here take my hand. If you need to squeeze it, do it. I can handle it." Taking a glimpse at her, Shouta adds, "Seriously, do whatever you need to. I want you to realize that I'll be by your side the whole entire time."

Responding with a scream, Emi immediately covers her mouth with her hand. "AHHHHHH! S-Shouta, the pain is so u-unbearable. I-I can't…" Starting to hyperventilate, she enters a sense of panic.

It wasn't long until Shouta perceived what was happening. Using his thumb, he made an effort to comfort her. "Hey, Emi. Breathe...In...Out...In...And Out...In...Out," He repeated those words until he felt like she was capable of going through the motions herself. Honestly, this whole situation was excruciating.

It took a good ten minutes before they made it to the hospital. To Shouta, it seemed like it took them over an hour to get there. It was one of the most prolonged moments of his life, and yet, there was still so much more to attend to. Parking his car in the EM, he sprinted to the overside. Opening the door, he grabbed Emi and swiftly made his way inside the hospital.

Within entering the doors, he saw a man sitting down at the front desk. Instead of yelling across the room like he had seen in every movie or drama made about a woman in labor, he calmly strolled over to the man. "Excuse me, sir. My g-girlfriend is in labor."

Nodding, the man jotted a few notes down. Getting onto his feet, he proceeded whatever it was past the doors behind him. Split seconds after the man disappeared, two medical staff came out of two push doors with a hospital bed.

Setting Emi on the bed, Shota helped the medical staff turn the bed around and push her through the corridors until they came to her hospital room.

Gritting her teeth, Emi laid down. "These have been the longest hours of my life." Bouncing up from the bed, she ran to the bathroom. Attempting to get there before she had an accident, her bladder leaked the whole way there. Seating herself on the toilet, she discovered that she had relieved herself already. Standing up, she took off her gown. Grabbing a few towels, she quickly cleaned up. "Shota, I'm going to take a quick shower. I peed all over myself."

Opening the door, the doctor came in with a few nurses. Scanning the room, he found the woman nowhere to be found. "Where is Emi?"

"She had an incident...and wanted to wash off quick." Shouta roamed to the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, he alerted the doctors, "Hey, can she get another gown?" Embracing her with the cloth, he helped her dry off. "Emi, How far of your contractions been?"

Cringing, Emi panicked, "I haven't been paying attention...I was so focused on getting through the pain that I forgot to keep track of them." Falling into Shouta's arms, she wailed, "It's the baby...Shouta...the p-pain...it's unbearable."

"Ma'am, would you like an epidural?" The doctor asked

Signaling she wanted the epidural, she got undressed and seated herself with the hospital gown open in the back, showing she was ready to go. "Shota," Emi called out as she stretched her hand out for him, indicating that she wanted to hold his hand throughout this whole process.

Clenching her hand, Shouta gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "You can do this, Emi. No matter what happens, though, I'll be here the whole time."

Squeezing her lips together, Emi glared at Shouta with uncertainty. "I hate this. I'm going to pass out, or you could say a part of me at least dies from this."

Using his free hand, Shouta pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, "You're ridiculous as always, Emi."

Deliberating a witty response to use, she instead yelps in pain, "Well, at least...Ughh! Okay, this baby is planning my death. This is worse than anything I've ever felt before…"

Bursting into the room with a table of gadgets, tools, and anesthetics, a doctor came in, putting on gloves. Rolling the cart close to Emi, he took out the anesthetic and wiped it where the epidural would be inserted. "Have you done this before? You've already gotten yourself ready, I'll say, I'm quite impressed."

Nodding, Emi simply held onto Shouta's hand, preparing herself for the needle."

Setting the anesthetic down, he picked up the needle and aligned with where he would be asserting it. Pushing it in, he informed Emi, "I'll need you to be super still. It'll only take a few more seconds." Pulling the syringe out, he set everything up. "In about thirty minutes, you will be ready to go. There shouldn't be as much pain as what you're experiencing at the moment. You also won't be able to move. So, make sure to get comfortable." He informed her as he took off his gloves.

Tilting her head back, Emi whined, "I'm so miserable! Shouta, take the pain away! I'm going to die from the pain."

Squinting at her, Shouta glared at her since she was acting ridiculous. "Emi, stop it... You're going to be fine, especially under these doctors."

"Alright," Emi muttered. Closing her eyes, she began taking deep, slow, steady breaths. She had taken all these classes to aid her with her pregnancy and when she was in labor. "I've forgotten everything."

Clasping onto her hand, he reassured her, "Emi, you'll someone there to guide you all along the way. And I've already started this, but I'll be here the whole time. If you need to squeeze my hand as hard as you need too."

Simply nodding, Emi awaited the doctor's instructions for the delivery.

Coming back into the room, the doctor announced, "You labor should be speeding up shortly, but we're going to shift you." Turning his head toward the nurse, he indicated what he wanted them to do. "Please help her to sit up. I want you to adjust the back and get her legs up, too. I want to check how far along she is."

Following instructions, Emi was adjusted and positioned for her delivery.

"So, I've been in labor for more than two hours...My water broke two hours ago, but the thing is, I don't think I was having any contractions before then."

Putting on sanitizer, the health professional slipped on some gloves. Checking her progress, he alerted her. "You've dilated already. Congrats."

"BY HOW MUCH!" Emi screamed in pain, with tears already streaming down her face.

"I would say about six cm already. You'll have about ten more cm to go." He alerted her as he was given a chair to sit on. "Listen, we're going to push you through this. You've got this, Emi. If we're concerned about anything, we will notify you."

Exhaling, she prepared herself to move forward, knowing the sooner she did so, the sooner the baby would be born. Convincing herself of that, she pushed herself to follow through with the instructions. Continuing to breathe steadily, she silently prayed to her ancestors to speed the process through. She wished to be fully dilated, but she had four more cm to go.

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It was a good hour before she made it to ten cm, but instead of waiting for the doctors, she pushed on her own. Taking deep wholesome breaths, she endeavored through the pain and unexpected such as a leaking bladder. With each push, she got closer and closer to meeting her baby. It was the last push that reminded the woman that this would all be worth it in the end.

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"One more push." The doctor articulated, placing his hands where he could deliver the baby.

It had been a long few hours for Emi. However, she was convinced it would end all the pain she had experienced from the traumatic event that got her where she was now. Giving one last push, she used the contraction to push her through the discomfort and pain. "A-aghhhhhh!"

"It's a girl." Taking the baby, the doctor quickly grabbed the infant and handed them to a team member with a cloth.

Quickly cleaning the babe, the nurse discovered a pair of opened eyes. "Looks like she's going to be a curious little one. Would you like to hold her?"

Nodding her head, Emi extended her arms out for her little girl. "Y-you're so b-beautiful...to t-think that you c-came from such a traumatic experience." With the back of her hand, Emi stroked the girl's face. "You deserve a name...even if I'm not going to keep you." She muttered tearfully. "Katsumi...you may not understand me yet, but it means 'to overcome.' You're going to do that, Katsumi. You're going to prove to everyone that you're not going to let your conception define you." Lifting her head up, Emi gazed at Shouta. "Would you like to hold her?"

"I'm not her father, Emi."

Cocking her head, Emi recognized that, but he had been there for her all throughout her journey. It seemed like the least she could do. "You were there for me when no one else was there, Shouta. I hope the family that adopts her lets me remain in contact with her. That is all I want...I want you to be in her life too."

It was startling to think that she requested such a thing. Cocking a brow, Shouta slowly placed his hands under the child. Taking her from Emi, he attempted to follow through with her wishes. "Katsumi, I won't be surprised if your name gets changed." Looking briefly at Emi, he advised her, "It wasn't the wisest thing, Emi, naming her. If you're giving her up for adoption, that is the one thing you won't do, so you don't get attached."

Glaring at him with disgust, Emi snapped, "I was going to have it as 'No Name' on the certificate. Plus, her name fits her well."

Gently grazing her face, he grinned, "She is beautiful just like you, Emi. Even though she came from a horrible event...It's commendable how strong you have been through this journey."

"I couldn't have done it without you." She addressed with a sparkle in her eye. Making eye contact with her significant other, she specified. "Whenever I decide to start a family of my own, I want it to be with you."

Blinking a few times, Shouta was flabbergasted by her words. "E-Emi...I don't know where we'll both be in life. I want to say that we'll both be together, but right now, neither of us will know that for certain."

Twisting her body, Emi refused to believe what had been said. "Don't say that."

"Emi, no one can read the future, and those who claim to are all frauds." Shouta said with no emotion, knowing he had to avoid getting emotionally involved."

"If I could get up, I would. You're so irrational…" Tears falling down her face, she choked, "W-We love each other, and you're saying this...It doesn't make sense."

"I'm stating the logic behind it." Aizawa pointed out. Handing the infant to the nurse, he ran his fingers through his hair. Sitting on the end of her bed, he placed his hand on her cheek.

Removing his hand, she barked, "Don't touch me."

Closing his eyes, Shouta let out a breath. "Emi, you're ridiculous."

"I'M BEING RIDICULOUS! HA! Shouta, you're hilarious! I'm ridiculous, one!" Beginning to laugh, Emi soon began to choke on her tears.

Widening his eyes, Shouta wasn't sure what to do. She was in no condition to discuss anything at the moment. Grabbing a few tissues, he brought it to her eyes, wiping her tears away. "Emi...I want to be with you for the rest of my life...life isn't that simple though... The fact that we're Pros could bring one of us in danger. So many pros have trouble staying committed to their job and a relationship, so they pick one over the other."

Emi was furious. Unable to hold it in, she slapped him with the back of her hand. "How dare you! How dare you! How could you say that, Shouta?! I believed our relationship could prove everyone else wrong. Our love was supposed to conquer all, and now you tell me that you doubt everything. Why should I stay with you if you're just going to dismiss everything we've worked so hard for?"

Acknowledging what was said, Shouta got up onto his feet. "Emi, I love you, so much, but I find it rather unlikely that I'm going to convince you of that... You've known that I go based on logic rather than emotion, and that's where we're different." Pressing his lips together, he leaned forward, tenderly kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry I've hurt you, but I can't take back those words since they're true."

Her bottom lip was trembling. Unable to get anything out, Emi only could open her mouth. "..."
With her heart feeling like it was ripped in two, she lost control of her emotions, resulting in a total breakdown.

Usually, Shouta would have embraced her, stroking her back while telling her how much he loved her. This wasn't that instance. Clutching his fists, he got onto his feet. Pushing her hair behind her ear, he softly stated, "We'll see each other around someday…" Trudging toward the door, Shouta left the room. Glancing behind him, he saw a distraught, broken woman that he could no longer take care of, and he would carry that on his shoulders for the rest of his life.

Chapter Text

THREE YEARS LATER

Shouta: 27; Emi: 24

Emi discovered herself being very secluded from society after the last three years. She had to admit being this way since Shouta abandoned her. She loathed to admit it, but she missed him like crazy. Ever since Katsumi was born, they had never seen each other except afar. It crushed her heart every time she had to see him around, accepting that she would never have him to herself again. Did his words three years ago really signify nothing when he said that he would never stop loving her? Never leave her? Stay by her side?

All of it was a lie. There was no other explanation for it. He didn’t care about her wellbeing, needs, desires, any of that. It was the only rational explanation she could give herself for having him leave her.
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Returning to work fulltime, Emi arrived at her hero agency, dressed in her usual hero costume. Greeting several coworkers, she marched through the agency and into her office, confident that it was going to be a good start.

Opening the door, Emi struggled with words. “W-What are you two doing here?” In front of her was the man that crushed her heart and her boss, Insightfulness.

Whirling around from the desk, her boss applauded, “I just had to team you two together for your first mission back, Emi!”

Perplexed, Emi’s eyes went round. “Y-you have to be joking...”

Insightfulness cocked her head, astonished that Emi would react so negatively. “Why would I?”

Emi didn’t want to say it, but she had to. “I-I...I can’t work with Shouta... I refuse to.”

“Emi! Shame on you! I’d never imagined you would be the one to say such a thing...” The female groaned, furrowing her brows. Thinking she had done the two a favor, she wasn’t aware of what happened between them.

This wasn’t fair. Emi contemplated everything she knew. How would she even respond to her superior? She didn’t know. “I’m sorry. It brings back too many bad memories.” She lamented, lowering her head in shame. She couldn’t do anything correctly anymore. The only thing she needed at the moment was to leave for her own sanity.

“Emi, is there something that happened between the two of you that I should know?” Her arms crossed as she shifted her weight on her left side.

“I don’t want to talk about it…” Emi muttered. Turning the doorknob, she pushed the door open and left.

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Without stopping, Emi went straight to her apartment. She couldn’t deal with this anymore, and Shouta acted as if nothing happened. It was true that she had loved him more than anything. Hell, she still loved him.

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It had been a few hours since she left work and came home. She felt guilty, shameful, condemned for her actions. It didn’t surprise her in the slightest if she was fired for leaving when she had missed so many days the last few years. Yes, she had done a lot more paperwork the previous four years, along with training to prepare her for coming back. Still, the agency didn’t want her as an office lady. They communicated that after she had her child.

Skipping lunch, Emi stepped into her living room. Picking her laptop up, she started it up and went right to her email.

Insightfulness,

I bring you my sincerest apologies for what happened this morning. With Eraserhead in the room with you, I couldn’t bring myself to talk about the events concerning the two of us. I recognize that this must be frustrating for you, but I will be more than happy to set up an appointment with you to discuss my past with him.

Respectfully,

Fukukado Emi a.k.a. Ms. Joke

Sent.

Shutting her laptop, Emi closed her eyes and released all the tension with exhaling through her lungs. Everything was going to be alright now. After she met with her boss, all would be well.

Perceiving that someone was at the door, she set her laptop down and approached the door after hearing someone knock. “Hello?”

“Emi, we need to talk.”

Instantly, she froze in her tracks. She recognized that voice. She could distinguish that voice from anyone. Especially when she had spent so much time with him - even though it had been years since then.

“Emi, I know you’re in there. Please, we need to discuss what happened. I can’t have you be terminated because of me.”

“You’re wrong, Shouta. She would never fire me.” Emi retorted.

“You’d be surprised. I disclosed everything after you left. You’re lucky she didn’t fire you then... It’s your first and only strike before she terminates you for something else.”

Raking her fingers through her hair, Emi was skeptical about what Shouta said happened. Her boss wouldn’t do that. She had known Insightfulness since she graduated and thought their relationship meant more than that. Supposedly she was wrong.

“Emi...I know this is difficult to hear.”

“Go away, S-Shouta…” Emi mumbled, already on the verge of tears.

“Emi, I’m coming in.”

Questioning how he would get in, she raised a brow. “No. You can’t not without me opening the door, idiot!” She barked, flustered about the current situation. “Go away, Shouta! You can’t break and enter my apartment! I’ll charge you!”

“No, you won’t.” He calmly replied, pushing in his key to her apartment and turning it to unlock the door. Opening it, he walked in.

“Shouta, get out!” Emi demanded, irked that he welcomed himself into her space.

“Emi, we need to get this settled. You’re not going to get out of this. Insightfulness said herself that we’re working together no matter what. I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s reality.” He sighed, staring at her with sympathetic eyes.

“Get the hell out, Shouta. We’re not discussing this. I already told myself I would never deal with your bullshit again, and I’m not breaking that promise to myself.” Emi admitted, finding it challenging to be in the same room as him.

Taking a deep breath, Shouta tilted his head, closing his eyes. “Emi, I don’t know how to convince you that I have your best interest - even if you don’t think I do.” Pressing his lips firmly together, he locked eye contact with her. “I can explain everything. Please. I don’t want you to ruin your career, future, just because of this.”

Snarling, Emi widened her nostrils in disgust. “You have to be fucking kidding me. I’m not dealing with this... I’ve convinced myself that I’m not giving you a second chance.”

“I’m sorry, Emi.” Shouta huffed, exerting all his self-pride.

“No.” Emi snapped. “No. That’s not how this works, Shouta.”

Scratching his scruff, Shouta stood there, unsure of what to do.

Pointing to the door, Emi hissed, “Get out!”

Bowing his head, Shouta stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Emi, I know you’re angry with me, but we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. We’re not doing this.” Emi retorted. Hands clenched, she stormed off. “Go to hell, Shouta!”

He was dumbfounded. Speechless. Running after her, he grabs her by the hand, tugging her into his arms.

Immediately, Emi fought back. She wasn’t going to let him win. Not this time. Using everything she had, she punched his jaw - with her previous attempts being stopped. “Fucking get off me!” Shoving him aside, she sprints to her room, only to be caught by his capture weapon. “Shouta...leave me alone. I HATE YOU!” She screamed.

Stopping everything, Shouta stared at her with disbelief. Pulling his scarf back, he slid his hand down his face, trying to make sense of it all.

“Leave!... That is all I want. Leave me alone!” Emi asserted. Tears flowing down her cheeks, she collapsed onto her knees. She couldn’t handle this anymore. She was done. “Just leave...please.”

Setting his mouth into a hard line, Shouta exhaled. “Alright. I’ll leave you. Do you want me to tell Insightfulness about what happened, or would you?”

“Leave...Please.” She groaned, hating every moment she had to spend with him. “Just leave me…”

Listening, Shouta threw his key onto the counter and left her apartment, recognizing that he wasn’t going to get anything accomplished. “See you later, Emi…”

Slowly getting on her feet, she leaned herself against the counter. Not having any strength to think or get anything done, she shuffles to her bed. There she crawls to the middle, cradling herself. His touch. It burned her skin with the memories they had made together. The bond they had. All of it was gone. She convinced herself of that, and it would never happen again. She was done with the man. Forever.

Chapter Text

Months Later

Refusing to have anything to do with the hero community, Emi moved back home to southern Japan. Without moving in with her parents, they kept a close watch on her, understanding that she had struggled for the last five years. It was disheartening to watch their daughter fall apart when everything was going alright for her before everything happened.

With Emi working at a lawyer’s office, she was filling in as a legal assistant. During her time off, she went ahead and pursued a degree in pre-law. It wasn’t much, but if she ever would go back into the hero career, it wouldn’t hurt her that much was certain.

Without being able to see her daughter, Emi struggled immensely in the last few months. Katsumi was located in Sapporo, which was in northern Japan. It was the total opposite direction of where Emi was at the moment. She was lucky that the couple who took her daughter was even willing to let her visit or keep the name. They knew the history of what happened and how Katsumi came into the world. Indeed, Emi was lucky that they were willing to deal with such a case. Considering if she hadn’t been assaulted, she probably wouldn’t have ever accepted a situation like hers because it seemed like too much work.

She grew mentally, physically, and spiritually. There were more opportunities where she could be involved and attend temple ceremonies. When there weren’t public ceremonies, she went to the temple to worship the deities there. There wasn’t a lot of comfort provided to her by them, but it was something.

The question behind all of this was, was she content with all of this? No. No, she hated every moment of it. Ever since she and Aizawa grew close during her pregnancy, she dreamt of a life with him raising her daughter. She should have known better than to dream of such things, especially when they were out of reach. The lovemaking between her and Shouta was perfect. She yearned for a moment such as that with him, but it was all lost. It had been ever since she had Katsumi. Why was that? Was she too harsh with Aizawa when he came to mend things? Or was that even his intent? She had no clue.

Dictating on how to follow through with her frustrations, she contemplated for days on whether or not to take a few vacation days to see Aizawa. It was troubling to think that she didn’t account for anything anymore when it came to the hero world. Who the hell made anyone work with someone they didn’t want to and then threaten to fire them if they didn’t go through with it? Supposedly, her boss. It was rather irksome that was the case. However, she’d choose to fight her battles and confront the issue at hand. That was the only way she would ever solve any of this.

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A Week Later

Taking off a week without pay, Fukukado went back to Tokyo. She wouldn’t go back to her office, but rather check around the city.

Heading to Daikayama, she found a few shops and a cafe to stop at. It was undoubtedly trendy and relaxing. Still, there was something that she was missing. What was that?

Taking out a journal at the cafe, Emi began writing away.

Loneliness. That’s all I feel nowadays. All I yearn for is happiness. Is that too much to ask for? Supposedly, this was what my life amounts to. I’m always running in circles, never obtaining my goal. It hurts.

Life-shattering. There is more when I think of it. I want love. I desire love. That is the thing that will ultimately bring my happiness. At the moment, I’m drowning in hopelessness.

My heart, it hurts so badly. It’s as if I have a heavy weight crushing it. With the weight against my chest, my mind is fogged. I’m continually trying to find my way through the murkiness, which is inside my head.

Raising her head, she scanned the room. Nothing. There were about four customers actually within the business. No more. That was the nice thing about Daikyama, businesses were extremely quiet. It gave individuals a safe space to be by themselves and know that no one was judging them. Returning to her journal, she continued writing.

I still love him. I have no clue what he wanted to discuss the other day, but something triggered me. Why was that? Was it having to confront everything that I didn’t want to that I was pushing away, burying inside?

I need him. I...still love him. Shouta… If only you knew how much you meant to me, maybe that would fix everything wrong with me?

Grabbing her book, she quickly put it away and got up. She needed to see him. Checking her phone for the time, she concluded that he had an hour left of work, and that would be where she could confront him.

It took an hour to arrive at his office. Of course, with taking her time, she was able to put her thoughts together. What she would say, it had to be perfect. Absolutely so.

Fukukado stood on the side, patiently awaiting Aizawa to come out at any moment.

-----

It was two hours later, and no one from the building had come out that was Aizawa anyway. Where the hell was he?

----

Waiting a few hours longer, she finally gave up. It had been five hours, and he was nowhere to be found. What was this? If anything, she must have caught him on an off day. Well, when he wasn’t scheduled to work, it seemed.

She determined that it was too much for her to come tomorrow, especially when everyone had seen her, waiting there aimlessly. At most, she probably looked like someone who didn’t have anything else to do.

----

Leaving, Emi went ahead and headed back toward her motel. It was disheartening that she didn’t get to see him. Why was that? Why did that matter so much to her?

Lost in her thoughts, Emi hadn’t paid any attention to where she was going. It had been hours, and she had continued walking kilometers and kilometers. Unaware that she had walked into a red-light district, she glanced around, noticing there were a lot more clubs and strip clubs available. Where was she even? Alarmed, she scanned the whole area for some way to get away.

Meeting a pair of unsettling eyes, Emi backed into a wall. Somehow, they were familiar, and she had no idea how. Who was that? Why were they alarming? Something was definitely wrong, but what? She wanted to scream. Yell. Cry for help, but the man threw his arms around her instantly.

“Hey, princess~ I heard you had our baby~.”

Instantly her eyes widened. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she used all her strength to get away, except she didn’t have any...Why?

“I’m going to have you remember this, princess~. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you are~.” He hummed, brushing his whiskers against her soft skin. Setting his hand between her legs, he put pressure on her clit. “Are you going to go through with this the easy way, or are you going to make this challenging?”

Whimpering, Emi’s instincts went crazy. She couldn’t handle this. Her mind raced with thoughts. Considering what happened last time she was with this fella, her whole life fell apart. Then again, Shouta helped her with it all. That was until she had Katsumi he didn’t want anything to do with her. Well, the child. For some reason, she had pictured everything finally going right when Shouta and her got together. Still, then she never sat down to consider his feelings. She had always been convinced that he would do anything for her, dropping it all for her. That wasn’t true. Why the hell had she been so brainwashed?

-----

Waking up, Emi groaned, feeling sore everywhere. Gradually opening her eyes, she studied the room. “What the hell…” Trying to rub her head, she struggled to get her wrists free. Wrists and ankles strapped to the bed, she whimpered. She had no idea how long she had been gone, and now here she was. She was fucked. Was anyone looking for her? She had no clue…

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It had been a few days, and Emi’s parents heard nothing from their daughter. Not that she told them everything, but she promised to contact them once she found Shouta. Even with three days passing after she arrived there, Emi’s mother felt like there was something horribly wrong. Having Shouta’s phone number on hand when Emi and him were dating, she called him instantly. Without having anyone answer, she hung up and left a text. She usually didn’t like assuming that everyone texted; however, Emi had talked about the two of them texting each other on multiple occasions. ‘It’s Emi’s mother. She went to Tokyo to see you, and we haven’t heard from her for days. She told us she would contact us after she met with you. We haven’t heard anything, please let us know if you know anything about her.’ Sent.

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Leaving his phone on his desk, face down, Shouta was busy working on a few cases assigned to him. It wasn’t until after work that he picked up his phone and saw the unknown number. Unlocking it, he furrowed his brows. Emi came to see him...and she was missing or what happened? No one knew, responding to her mother immediately, knew nothing about Emi, unfortunately. That was the worst thing about all of this. ‘Mrs. Fukukado, I haven’t heard anything. I didn’t know that she was visiting. Do you happen to know where she was staying?’ Sent.

Anxiously waiting for a response for Emi’s mother, Shota was about to message Emi but figured that not knowing where she was could get her into more danger. Opening an application from the hero association, he typed in her number, checking if he could see her previous location history.

Within moments, he discovered her last location was three days ago in the red light district. “Fuck…” Instantly, he grabbed his phone and messaged her mother, ‘Listen, Emi may be in some serious trouble right now...I’ll do everything I can to find her and make sure she’s safe. I promise you that she will come out safely.’

Getting up, he staggered toward his boss’s office. He had to find her. Having no clue how to address this to his boss, Shouta struggled to find the words to disclose any of the information he had seen on Emi.

“Eraserhead, come in.”

Chewing his cheek from the inside, Shouta avoided all eye contact. He wasn’t in the mood to be asked any questions at the moment. He didn’t want to deal with this. The one thing that he didn’t understand was, why did she come to see him? She refused to have anything to do with him earlier, and now she wanted to see him, why? Why was she acting so illogical? Then again, that was practically the only thing she ever did. Her thought processing never made any sense to him. She was continually over-questioning everything. It made him insane that she couldn’t be content with her life, especially when everything was going well for her.

Standing there, he mumbled, “Emi Fukukado, otherwise known as Ms. Joke, has gone missing from what I’ve heard from her mother.”

“Oh. Where was she living these days?”

“Down in Fukuoka prefecture. She came here to see me...and she hasn’t been heard from for three days…” Shouta indicated, still refusing to make any eye contact with his boss.

“Hm, and she couldn’t be doing anything else?”

Shouta shrugged, knowing that there could be other possibilities on what happened. “She told her parents that she would call them once she met up with me. I haven’t seen Emi since we were last paired for a mission.”

“Maybe, she wanted some time alone, and you’ll see her in a few days.”

“Joke isn’t like that. Once she’s determined to do something, she does it. I was the reason she came down. There was no other reason for it.” Shouta retorted, agitated that the man before him was dismissing everything he stated.

Knocking, Officer Tsukauchi bowed, “I apologize. I came to report on Ms. Fukukado. Her mother called after she received your message. At the moment, she’s missing. We have no information about where she was before she disappeared. We’ll be looking more into that since we have her phone number on file.”

“She was in Kabukicho...I don’t understand why she was there, but that’s her last known location, researching her phone history.” Shouta furrowed his brows, admitting that he illegally looked up her number when she wasn’t on file missing.

Widening his eyes, Tsukauchi paused, hesitating to call Eraserhead out for misconduct. “I see. When was she last seen there?”

“Three days ago...Emi was never one to have her location on, so this is rare. Maybe she promised her parents that she would have it on? Tsukauchi, you may like to know that she was looking for me...She’s been through a lot, but she’s a strong woman. Stronger than anyone I ever met.” Aizawa dictated.

“Hm, are you sure you should be involved in this case, Eraserhead?” His boss asked.

“I know her better than anyone else...We were dating at the most vulnerable part of her life. If anything, I can further this case.” Aizawa countered, unamused by his boss’s argument. “If you don’t believe in me, fine. I don’t need it. I’ll go and do it anyway.”

“Of course, you would, Eraserhead. I’m not at all surprised. You’ve always gone and done your own thing. That’s going to get you into trouble someday, and you’ll have to deal with the criticism too.” Tsukauchi convicted him.

Without any hesitation, Shouta announced, “If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

Seconds after Shouta left the room, his boss shook his head. “He still has feelings for her.”

“Yeah, he does.” Straightening his stance, Tsukauchi questioned, “Listen, I have no idea what Ms. Joke looks like. I’ve heard of her and seen files of her cases in the past. There has been no interaction between us, like some of the other pros. Could you tell me what she looks like because the report that we received three days ago near your office sounds exactly like her.”

“You’re telling me she was at our office three days ago?”

“Well, we received a few complaints about a woman with light bluish-green hair standing outside your office for around six hours.” Tsukauchi specified, pulling out a notebook for any information that the professional could give him.

“She does have that color of hair...she normally has a smile on her face too. Recently, I don’t recall her smiling as much when Eraserhead and her were assigned to work together last time. They always worked so great together too…”

Writing a few notes, Tsukauchi hypothesized, “Rumor has it she was watching the entrance of your agency...I figure she was waiting for Eraserhead to come out.”

“That would make sense. He wasn’t working three days ago, though. He had the day off.”

“Figures.”

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Sprinting to Kabuchiko, Aizawa came to a halt once he found the exact spot where her phone was located. Analyzing the crime scene, he found nothing that could give him evidence that she was here in the last few days. Nothing. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head back. “Emi...where are you…” He mumbled.

Chapter Text

Piling up anything he could gather on Emi and her last known location, Shota felt desperate, but he had to find her. If her parents were correct about why she had come down, it was his fault for all of this. For her mysteriously disappearing. Where had he gone wrong? All he desired was to understand - to get some sense of direction in where she was. He would give anything to ensure her safety. At that moment, that wasn’t possible. None of it would be. He was entirely lost.

If he could take all of it back, he would have in less than a millisecond. Were there any signs that she was around? Waiting for him? Why hadn’t he seen her the last few days before she disappeared? Did she message him? Not that he knew of. Her phone told him nothing about her well-being. Was there any other way to guarantee her safety? No. He was screwed.

Flustered, he rested his head against his desk. So far, nothing was pointing him toward Emi’s location, and it felt that it was going to remain that way.

Slamming his fist on his desk, he growled, “Damn it, Emi...why do you always have to get into trouble…” She was a damsel in distress, even if she was a professional hero. He felt like he was always jumping in to save her in the nick of time, but lately, he had failed her time and time again.

He yearned for discovery. Protection. Safekeeping.

He didn’t want to think that she could be in danger, but it was likely since nothing could be uncovered. They were stuck in a root - more than that. He was lost in a maze with no compass to guide him.

“What are you doing?”

“I have nothing...this is a disaster...there are no leads…” The erasure hero grumbled, head laying on his desk.

“I told you that you shouldn’t be involved in this case.” Tsukauchi retorted, bowing his head as he gazed at the man below.

“Bullshit. This has nothing to do with that.” He cocked his head, glaring at the detective. “Tell me, have you found any evidence yet?”

“We’ve discovered there were a few people who saw her in the red district near the area you discovered her phone.”

“I see.” Aizawa sighed, a bit annoyed that there were people who could identify her. He doubted that they could actually point to her location, though. Then again, he wasn’t aware if Tsukauchi had more to share with him. “Anything else?”

“No. That was all anyone specified.” The young detective sighed.

“Hm, well...I suppose I’ll ask around some more…”

Smirking, Detective Tsukauchi taunted the male hero, “You’re going back to your uncover days. I knew I would see more Eraserhead in disguise again.”

Annoyed, Aizawa cringed, “Shut it.” Yes, going undercover was something he had done before, but it wasn’t that he enjoyed it. There were quite a few occasions where it had been necessary to disguise himself, even going so far as to do it with another professional.

“Eraserhead, you know that it would be better to do this with another professional instead of doing it alone...seriously, take my advice and do this for Emi.”

Glaring at the officer, he scoffed, “You think if I listen to you, that’s doing it for Emi? Fuck you.”

“You’ve become a different person these last few years, Shota. I say this as a friend because I care; it’s not safe for you to work this case alone. So, please take your health and well-being into consideration before determining how you’re going to pursue this.” Tsukauchi disclosed, a bit anxious about how Aizawa had been behaving for more than a year now. “Listen, you love her, don’t you?”

“...” Nostrils flaring, the jet-black-haired back turned away. “Stop acting like you care. I can see past your bullshit.”

“Stop attacking everyone who shows any sense of concern...I’m not afraid to bring this up with your agency, Shota. If you want to play dirty and ignore protocol, then we can do so.”

“So blackmail? You’re going to assure me you care by blackmailing me to get me to do what you want. Screw this.” He roared, getting onto his feet and packing everything up to leave. “I’ve worked alone before. What makes this any different? Nothing.”

“And you’ve worked with others before too. Another perspective could perhaps help us in this case.”

“Us? Yeah, right.”

“I care about Emi more than you know, not as nearly as you, but I can assure you that she would want this.” He muttered with desperation for the male to relax.

“You would never in a million years know what Emi wants.” Shota convictedly grumbled.

Exhaling, Tsukauchi took a seat on a desk nearby. “Before she moved down to Fukuoka, we met up...she was worried about you. She missed you more than anything, but…”

“But nothing. I’ve heard enough.” Turning away from the detective, he wandered over to the door. “You’d be better to leave me alone.”

“Do it for Emi. You don’t know what is out there...In a case...such as this, it is better to collaborate with a partner with work like this. I’d hate for you to screw yourself over or find yourself in trouble involving this...this is the red district, Shota. Take that into consideration. Please…” Standing up, he followed after Aizawa, acknowledging the fact that it would serve him no justice.

“Can’t you leave well enough alone!?” Shota barked, slamming the door behind him as he distinguished Tsukauchi following after him.

“Not until you agree to work with someone else. That’s all I wish for you to do. It’s not difficult.” He opened the door and then closed it behind him.

“No. Leave it be. Fuck off.”

Without responding, he wandered after Aizawa.

“Can’t you take a hint? Leave!” Shota hissed, running down the stairs toward the entryway, attempting to getaway.

“STOP! You’re going to get nowhere in this!” He cried, not allowing the erasure hero to getaway.

Swiveling around, Shota activated his capture weapon, wrapping it around the man’s throat. “And how are you proving that you’re any different involving any of this!? As far as I’m concerned, you’re intruding in all of this!”

Paralyzed, Tsukauchi breathed out. “Alright. Just relax...please.”

“Relax. That’s golden from you...do me a favor and leave well enough alone.”

“No. Not until you admit that having an extra hand will aid us...you in this case.”

Narrowing his eyes, Shota stared Tsukauchi down for a few solid minutes, then turned away. “Why do you care so much about this?”

“Because...I want you to find Emi...I...I don’t know where she is or what she is going through, but I have a gut feeling that something terrible has happened to her…”

“No, shit. Of course, there is something wrong. She was fucking kidnapped. Abducted. I know she was...” Shota specified, dropping his capture weapon off the man. “I...I need her back...safe…”

Acknowledging what Aizawa said, the detective approached the man, embracing him. “I know...I know. We will..”

Breaking down, he teared up. “...I can’t...I can’t sleep at night, knowing that she’s out there...and it is all my fault that she...that she…”

Stroking her back, he did everything he could to reassure him. “We’ll find her. I promise...I promise that, Shota...”