"So, you never did any of the recreational activities?"

She shook her head. "The professor... He said it was a waste of time."

  "Did you ever have fun?"

She thought for a bit. "When training. Until I learnt why I was training... It wasn't as fun anymore."

A pause.
 
  "Was Trus any company?"

  "When she wasn't being being tyrannical?" Ushio snorted, then sighed. "Yeah, she was okay."

The door burst open and in came a Sara laden with shopping bags upon shopping bags.

  "Depressing talk, I knew it!" she accused. " Can't leave you two for five minutes before you start over. Ushio, these clothes are for you. Nagisa, help me pack these groceries away."

As Ushio retreated to the bedroom to try and get a feel of her new clothes, Nagisa followed Sara into the small kitchen, placing the bags on the island and clearing up. Nagisa noticed her friend seemed distressed. There was a certain anger that the police used to pack away the objects. Like the ketchup and mayo had committed grate grievances against her.

  "Did the daifuku offend you or something?"

More aggressive packing.

  "Is there something you're not telling me?"

A simple huff. Nagisa frowned at the action and crossed her arms.

  "Sara...?"

  "Chief..." She let out another sigh as she struggled. "Chief let me off work today."

  "What?!"

  "'Unethical hacking', he called it," she explained. "I told him it was all for a case— this case— and he simply went on to tell me I had no clearance for it. The ends didn't justify the means. I was going behind his back— yada yada yada."

  "They're punishing you for helping me." They finished packing up and both slumped into the barstools nearby. "I can help pay—"

  "No," Sara cut off before Nagisa finished. "I-I'll figure something out. I'll get another job."

Nagisa cocked a hip, crumpling up the shopping bag.

  "You know you owe me nothing, right?"

Sara nodded.

  "So why won't you let me help you?"

Sara bit her lip, a huff escaping from her nose. She ran a hand through her long dark hair before shrugging.

  "There's something I need you two to do."

Her friend perked up and crossed her arms. "What do you need?"

  "I need for you and Ushio to go for... therapy."

Silver eyes widened and frost brows furrowed. Her nose scrunched up as she frowned, and she pushed away from the island.

  "Sara..."

  "Wait!" Sara pushed her hands on to her friend's mouth to shut her up. "It's important, so hear me out, ne?"

Nagisa groaned out, "you're changing the subject, Sara. HC put you up to this didn't you—?"

  "—NO! No they didn't!" she persuaded. "I thought of this on my own, because believe it or not; two assassins working on each others mental health isn't really healthy. Especially when one just got out and one had painful memories resurface—"

  "Memories which," Nagisa cut off, "I said I have under control."

Sara narrowed her eyes, face clearly unamused.

  "Oh yeah?"

  "Yeah."

  "What about Ushio?"

  "Uhm..."

  "It's awfully quiet in that room, innit?"

The assassin's eyes widened, quickly letting out a sigh of exasperation and running to the room  Ushio disappeared into.
    She found the girl in the floor, clothes scattered around her with her palms digging into her eyes. Her veins glowed red through her bandages, and she was hyperventilating. Nagisa quickly took out a syringe she had on her, kneeling next to her and speaking.

  "Ushio—hey, hey... deep breaths," she whispered as she stuck the needle into a vein. "Deep breaths...calm down."

A few minutes and five needles later, Ushio was sleeping peacefully on the bed, leaving Nagisa on the floor, surrounded by new clothes and energy filled syringes. Sara walked into the room, leaning against the door as she looked at the needles too.

  "Therapy?"

Nagisa sighed. "Sure... therapy."

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Sara walked out of her apartment, having to pick up a few more things from her desk at the station. She jumped with a silent squeak when she ran into Eric, who looked just as shook up as her.

  "Geez," she put a hand to her sprinting heart, "don't do that."

He gave an apologetic smile,looking over her shoulder at the door.

  "Nagisa in there?"

  "Ushio's there, where else would she go?"

They walked to the road where Eric had a cab waiting, and they got in. After they were a good distance from the block, Eric tapped the driver's shoulder.

  "Sir, only pay attention to the road. I insist."

The man glanced at him in confusion through the review mirror, before locking eyes and silently nodding. Then, Eric leaned back comfortably, adjusting his jacket a bit.

  "We can talk now."

Sara looked at him wide eyed. "Your quirk's really handy."

  "Not if I can't persuade everyone." He pulled out a file from his jacket. "I did the digging you asked."

She flipped through the contents hurriedly. "And? What did you find...?"

He let out a sigh.

  "My thoughts exactly." The cab came to a stop and they waited a bit. "Our assassins may have kicked the hornets nest."