Yami and Ryuko arrived at her home in a quiet suburban neighbourhood, a simple two-story house. It reminded Yami of his own place—nothing too flashy, just clean and functional.
As they stepped inside, Yami took a quick look around. The house was spotless, but it lacked personality.
No family pictures, barely any decorations, just the essentials. It felt more like a well-maintained rental than a home someone had lived in for years.
"You don't get visitors often, do you?" Yami asked as he wandered past the living room.
Ryuko walked into the kitchen, grabbing a couple of glasses. "No, not really," she called back. "Most of my time is spent patrolling or working from home. A pro hero like me should stay focused on the job."
A few moments later, she returned with two cups of green tea, setting one in front of Yami before sitting down.
"Thanks," Yami said, taking a sip. It was intense, with a slight bitterness that lingered on his tongue.
Ryuko downed hers smoothly and stretched her arms above her head.
"Well, I'm hitting the shower and then crashing for the night. The guest room's upstairs, first door on the left," she said, standing up and heading toward the stairs.
Yami watched as she walked away, utterly unbothered by having a man in her home. She really did live like she was on the clock 24/7. It wasn't just her house that felt empty—she did too.
He figured she'd be a tough one to crack, so making a move tonight wasn't the best idea.
He'd have to wait for the right moment. Finishing his tea, he got up and headed upstairs to check out the guest room.
Inside, the room was as plain as the rest of the house. A neatly made bed, a small desk, a chair, and a single window with half-open blinds.
No decorations, no personal touches—just enough to say it was a place to sleep.
Yami peeled off his hero costume, tossed it over the chair, and slipped into a pair of loose pants before flopping onto the bed. He grabbed his phone and hit the video call button.
After a few rings, Momo's face appeared on the screen. She was lounging in what looked like a ridiculously fancy hotel room, laying on her back on a fancy hotel room in a sexy black lingerie set that barely covered anything.
"Seriously? You're just wearing that in your room?" Yami asked, raising an eyebrow.
Momo smirked, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. "Why not? I can change clothes whenever I want, so it doesn't really matter," she said, sounding completely unbothered.
Yami chuckled. "Fair point. How's the internship going?"
Momo's smirk faded slightly. "Well, it started interesting. I scanned the room when I got here and found a hidden mic and a camera," she said, casually holding up a tiny device between her fingers.
"Turns out I made my first arrest today. Some peeping tom thought he could spy on me."
Yami sighed. "Damn. That didn't take long," he said, more disappointed than anything.
Momo sighed, adjusting her position. Her huge tits shifted with the movement. "Honestly, the real problem is that my boobs keep getting heavier every day you don't drink from them," she pouted.
Yami rolled his eyes. "Not even a full day has passed."
Momo held up a bottle filled with fresh milk. "Tell that to my body."
As they kept talking, she created a breast pump, slowly filling up a second bottle. Yami could hear the soft, rhythmic suction and the occasional sigh she let out.
Then, Yami heard it—faint but steady, a deep, rumbling noise coming from outside his room.
He paused, listening closely. It almost sounded like— "I think Ryuko's snoring," Yami told Momo.
Momo let out a soft laugh as she capped the second bottle of milk. "Really? Didn't expect that from her."
Yami smirked. "Yeah. She acts all professional, but she snores like an old man."
Momo giggled, adjusting her bra before setting her bottles aside. "Well, try not to tease her about it too much."
Yami yawned, stretching his arms over his head. "No promises."
Momo shook her head but smiled. "Alright, I should get some rest, too. We've got a long day ahead of us."
"Yeah, same here," Yami said. "Night, Cow."
Momo rolled her eyes but smiled. "Night, darling."
The call ended, and Yami tossed his phone onto the nightstand. He lay back, staring at the ceiling momentarily, listening to Ryuko's steady snores through the walls as he thought about what he should do that night: train, study, or sleep.
Yami decided to study instead of sleeping. Once he was sure Ryuko was asleep and wouldn't wake up, he quietly checked his luggage for the physics books he had brought.
Grabbing a book, he walked downstairs to the quiet living room, sat on the couch, and turned the pages.
The soft glow from the lamp lit up the words, and before he knew it, time started slipping away. Hours passed, and it was already early morning when he looked up again.
At around six, footsteps sounded from the stairs. Yami glanced up from his book and nearly chuckled at what he saw.
Ryuko was going downstairs in a loose-fitting pink pajama set. The fabric was soft and slightly oversized, making her look younger than usual. However, it didn't match her tough, professional attitude at all.
Ryuko yawned, rubbing one of her eyes before her gaze landed on Yami.
Her drowsy expression instantly snapped into shock.
Her yellow eyes widened, locking onto his bare, muscular chest. She stared, her face slowly turning red as her mouth opened slightly.
Then, as if realizing what she was doing, she suddenly gasped, covered her face with both hands, and turned around.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" she stammered, her voice filled with panic. "I didn't mean to— I wasn't— Oh god, am I going to jail?! Is this a crime?! I'm such a disgrace!"
Yami blinked, then sighed, shaking his head. "Relax, it's just a shirtless guy studying physics at six in the morning," he teased, standing up. "I'll put one on before you pass out from embarrassment."
As he walked past her toward the guest room, he heard Ryuko muttering under her breath, still flustered. "He was so hot, though…"
Yami decided not to comment. He threw on a loose black shirt before returning downstairs, where Ryuko still covered part of her face, avoiding eye contact.
"Want some breakfast?" Yami offered casually, stepping into the kitchen.
Ryuko peeked at him between her fingers. "You cook?"
"Better than most," he said confidently.
She hesitated for a second but nodded. "Alright. Surprise me."
Yami got to work, moving through the kitchen with ease. He kept teasing Ryuko throughout, making little comments about how she was still blushing and how cute she looked in pink.
"Shut up," she said, hiding her face behind her mug of tea.
By the time he finished, he had prepared a traditional Japanese breakfast—grilled fish, miso soup, tamagoyaki, rice, and pickled vegetables.
They sat at the table, eating in silence at first, but the awkward tension between them was apparent. Yami smirked, breaking the quiet.
"You gonna keep avoiding eye contact, or are you finally over it?" he teased, picking up a piece of fish with his chopsticks.
Ryuko groaned, resting her forehead against her hand. "I... don't know."
Yami chuckled as Ryuko grumbled something under her breath but kept eating.
Yami could tell she was still flustered, but he also knew she was starting to warm up to him.
After breakfast, Yami and Ryuko dressed in their hero uniforms and stepped outside. By then, the sun had fully risen, casting a soft morning glow over the quiet street.
Ryuko stretched her arms above her head before transforming. In an instant, her body shifted—her arms thickened, her fingers sharpened into claws, and massive white-scaled wings burst from her back.
She lifted off the ground with one strong flap, hovering a few feet in the air.
"Hop on," she said, motioning for Yami to grab onto her legs.
With that, she took off, soaring high above the city. The wind rushed past them as they flew, quickly cutting through the sky.
The ride was smooth, almost relaxing, as they approached her agency.
By the time they arrived, it was just after 8 AM. The streets below were already bustling with morning commuters, and the office building was awake with activity.
Ryuko folded her wings back as they landed, letting Yami hop down first.
The agency's front doors slid open, and they were greeted by the receptionist, who was already at her desk.
She stood and bowed slightly. "Good morning, Ryuko. And you must be the intern. My name is Kamina Sato, but you can just call me Sato."
Yami extended a hand with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Sato. Iwatani Yami, as you probably already know," he said, stranged that it was a different receptionist from yesterday but kept the comment to himself.
Sato shook his hand with a polite smile before sitting back down.
Meanwhile, Ryuko walked toward her office, motioning for Yami to follow. "Come on. There's something you need to learn before we start training."
Once inside, Ryuko pulled a stack of papers and dropped them onto her desk.
"These," she said, tapping the pile, "are hero activity reports. Every pro hero is required to file them, and you'll be writing them too."
Yami raised an eyebrow. "They really make you do paperwork on top of everything else?"
Ryuko sighed, rubbing the back of her head. "Yeah. It's a pain, but it's necessary."
She handed him a blank report and a pen. "Hero activity reports track everything we do on patrol—where we went, what incidents we responded to, how many people we rescued, and any criminals we detained. Even if nothing major happens, we must document our time and location."
Yami scanned the page. "Why does all this matter?"
Ryuko leaned against the desk. "For a lot of reasons. First, public trust. These reports help show that heroes are actually doing their jobs. Second, legal reasons. If a case ever goes to court, our reports act as evidence. Third, efficiency. The government and hero agencies use them to track crime patterns, identify high-risk areas, and decide where to send reinforcements."
She folded her arms. "And if a hero screws up or oversteps? These reports make sure they're held accountable."
Yami nodded, realizing that even heroes had to deal with bureaucracy. "So, no skipping out on paperwork, huh?"
Ryuko smirked. "Nope. You can punch villains all you want, but if you don't do the paperwork after, you're just causing more problems."
"That is, unless you have an intern, a side-kick, or an assistant; lucky me, I have all of the above."
After Yami finished looking through the report, Ryuko clapped her hands together. "Alright. We'll train until an incident pops up. What do you want to work on?"
Yami leaned against the desk, thinking for a moment. "I told you before—I need to figure out how to manage my body temperature better. The heat builds up when I use most techniques and can't circulate it properly."
Ryuko nodded. "Alright. I think I have an idea. We'll need space, though."
She grabbed a pair of sunglasses from her desk and tucked them into her pocket before motioning for Yami to follow her. "We're heading to the outskirts. Too many people around here."
A few minutes later, they were back in the air, flying toward an open training ground outside the city.
Unlike before, Ryuko was flying faster, her grip on Yami firmer. The wind roared past them as the city shrank behind them.
When they finally reached the outskirts, Ryuko landed in a wide, empty field surrounded by trees.
The ground was mostly flat, with a few rocky formations here and there. It was the perfect place for large-scale training without the risk of damaging buildings or putting civilians in danger.
Ryuko cracked her neck before stretching her arms. "Alright. Time to see what you can do."