Fighting. Working. Reports. Fighting. Working. Reports. On and on, every single day. You weren’t that new to the whole Momotaro agency situation but it was draining anyway, what was even worse, you liked that guy – that guy with rose colored hair and kind smile. That guy who had his morals straight compared to your boss.

Mikado just came back from another mission, it was rare that you wouldn’t join but this time you apparently weren’t needed – whatever that meant. He looked rough and exhausted as he walked up into your small office, letting himself fall onto the couch. You didn’t hesitate to help him get cleaned up, fixing his wounds, wrapping him in bandages.

After all that was done, the two of you kinda got into an argument about this whole Momotaro thing. Maybe it was not a good idea to do it in the office but it’s been on both of your minds for weeks. For you, this was all too much. Innocent people were getting hurt and you couldn’t see it anymore. “What, so you're just going to abandon me?!”