A few hours ago,

Momo was looking at her reflection in the mirror. Right now dark circles could be seen under her eyes. She didn't sleep a wink last night. She couldn't help but think about her discussion with Himiko and what she would say to Kuroha.

Himiko didn't tell her the full truth. She said so herself. She clearly asserted that no matter what she would never tell her Kuroha's secrets without his permission. Still she told her that some of her assumptions were more or less right and that she just had to confirm them with Kuroha.

She didn't know what to do. She told him that she wanted to talk but she was extremely confused. After all, it wasn't everyday you learned that your crush might be a highly researched criminal.

She should have felt disgust. She should have been afraid. But to tell the truth, she wasn't. At least not too much. She knew that Kuroha would never hurt anyone for no good reason. No. She wasn't sure if she would have felt disgusted even if he did this for no good reason.

(Love is truly the greatest poison.)

Right now. She was afraid. Not of Kuroha. But of herself. She wondered just how far she could go for Kuroha. She feared how far she could go for him.

"*Sigh* I should stop thinking too hard. Some things can only be discussed face to face."

She opened the water and took a bath. Once she finished, that she brushed, then, dried her hair before putting a little bit of makeup on her face in order to hide her dark circles. After that, she wore a short light yellow dress with an open back over her black lace panties. She was the very definition of alluring.

The very moment she finished, she could hear her phone ringing.

"Hello, Kuroha. Yes, I am free right now. OK, I am waiting"

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The moment Kuroha appeared next to her, Momo immediately felt like she lost herself. Everything that she planned, everything that she wanted to say, flowed out of her mind. She opened her mouth many times.

“Hello Momo, how are you?... Momo? Momo? Hey Momo.”

The feeling of being repeatedly shaken brought her back to her senses. She couldn’t but blush in shame at her reaction and berated herself in her mind.

(Calm yourself Momo. It’s just Kuroha. Calm yourself.)

Finally, after taking a deep breath, she finally talked,

“It’s ok. Sorry, I just blanked out a little.”

Hearing this, Kuroha let out a sigh of relief before letting out a kind smile and patting her head.

"You worried me a little. I am happy that everything is alright."

Momo, blushed so hard at this that her face looked like a tomato.

(it's cheating!!!)

If this was a game, Kuroha words and smiles were like a fatality. She received critical damage to her heart.

(Remember why you called him!!!)

Those thoughts managed to bring her back from the meeting point of happiness.

"Follow me, please. My bedroom isn't the best place to discuss."

She blushed a little when she thought about what kind of action was appropriate in a bedroom, but she immediately scattered that thought.

(Calm yourself. Don't let Himiko weird ideas influence you.)

Kuroha, tilted his head in wonder once he saw her stutter toward the end and blush again. He didn't know what was happening but it sure as hell was weird.

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A few minutes. After taking a mini car. Because yes, they needed a car to go to some places here. Kuroha and Momo found a seat in a clearing. The table and chairs were originally white but mindful of Kuroha distaste for such color, Momo asked for it to be painted in blue.

This forest was a private one that belonged to Momo. Once again, yes, not the yaoyorozu family, but Momo herself. It was a birthday gift she got on her 10th birthday. Prior to this, she said to her father that she wished to be able to walk in a forest like a princess.

One month later, a bunch of three were placed and many herbivores animals such as deer, bunny and other of this kind were also put in. Once their number reached a number too high, a part of them would be caught and sent to differents zoo or other reserves throughout the world that belonged to the Yaoyorozu family

Kuroha never lacked money since Nighteye was quite rich himself. But Momo was om a whole nother level. If it was a Xianxia. A crowd of onlookers would complain that the difference between them was like heaven and earth and that he was nothing more than a toad trying to eat a swan.

Momo, after taking a sip of the tea that was prepared by her maid not long ago finally managed to gather her nerve. No matter what the outcome of today’s discussion, their relationship would never be the same.

After being rejected they could still stay as friends, but this time they might not even be that much. Saying that she wasn't scared would be a lie. She dreaded it so much that she basically didn't sleep a wink for the last few days. But, it has to be done. She took a deep breath, her large chest undulating as she did so and said with a calm voice,

"Kuroha, I know you're the Devil…"

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Right now Himiko was sitting next to an artificial riverbank while munching a cake she bought. Well, one of the cakes. She was a little frustrated.

She didn’t fear what would be the result of Kuroha's discussion with Momo. She already knew more or less how it would end. No, what frustrated her was a little hard to explain.

Until now, she was the one closest to Kuroha. No one apart from her knew his secret. They shared something that no one could intrude in. Now, this would end.

She already had the resolve to do everything for Kuroha, even creating a harem for him if necessary. After all, nowadays, while something like harem was still a little frowned upon in Japan, it wasn’t officially prohibited like in the past. Why? Because of how quirks worked and were passed on. The more powerful or in synergies your parents’ quirks were, the higher the chance to be born with a very powerful quirk.

As such, people with powerful quirk were encouraged to have as many children with equally powerful partners. This concept was called quirk marriage. From what she knew, this concept did more bad than good, creating many broken families since they married simply out of obligation rather than for love. But, what did it matter to her? As long as this concept existed everything was alright.

Still, now that things are coming to heads, she feels a little reluctant. She felt irritated. As if she was about to lose a part of something that should have belonged to her.

“*Sigh* If only Kuroha wasn’t immune to drugs and able to teleport.”

She couldn’t help but sigh at the number of plans she had to discard because of those abilities of his. Kidnapping nowadays wasn’t an easy thing.

Just as she was about to gobble another cake, from the corner of her eyes, she saw a weird man walking toward her. Well, more like wobbling.

He seemed rather tall, close to 180 cm. He wore a black jean as well as a black tee-shirt with a white jacket over it. The weirdest thing was that she couldn’t distinguish his features. After all, he wore a plastic bag that entirely covered his head. This guy seemed fishy. Extremely fishy. But, she didn’t feel any malice from him.

After nearing her, *Bam*, he suddenly fell over. She approached him, before using her foot to nudge him before turning him over like an omelet.

“Hello...Mister? Are you dead? If you aren’t could you go die a little farther from me? I’m trying to eat.”

The man twitched a little,

“F-food. Please, give me some. I-I am so hungry- NO!! I am not. Please help me-Go away!!”

She couldn’t help but let out a laugh,

“Ahaha Mister, you’re weird.”

She crouched down a little and took out a cate from her bag.

“Take it. Hum… Mister, how are you going to eat with this bag on your head?”

She didn’t wait for him to answer, before deciding to take it out.

“Kyaa… PUT IT BACK!! PUT IT BACK!!!, I WILL SPLIT APART! NO!! I WON’T!!!!!

That scream startled her a little. Anyone in her place would have gotten the hell away, but, for her, this guy was really interesting. Still, while she didn’t mind torturing people, this man did nothing to her, as such, she put back the bag over his head.

“Ah!! I didn’t split. Thank you-IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU.”

She simply smiled at this before giving him the cake. The man, simply slightly lifted his bag in order to eat, before saying happily,

“So good!! It has been a while since I ate a cake.”

“Hehehe, so, Mister, how should I call you?”

The man posed, as if in trance.

“My... name? My name? I am called Bubaigawara Jin. But, I would rather go under the name, Twice.”

“Twice, huh...Fancy meeting you. My name is Himiko Toga”

She smiled as she stretched her hand toward him. If this man was really who she thought he was, then she struck gold!!!