Mizuki stares at Dazai on the bed.

"Alright, I'm going to put you through hell," She pulls on a glove. The latex snaps against her wrist, and she grins.

"As long as I die painlessly."

Mizuki pauses. "The ability doesn't work on you, huh."

"Nope," Dazai grins at her. "Can I go, Mi-chan?"

Mizuki taps her chin. "Bring in Tachihara."

"For this?"

"Mm," She hums. "Alright, go along now."

"I don't understand why you keep Mori's old hospital running," Dazai sighs. "But I suppose that's what makes you you."

Mizuki laughs as the male leaves the room.

"It's not running," Mizuki hums. "It's just a safehouse. Send him in tomorrow! I'll just tinker on a random underground officer for the night!"

Dazai shudders.

Mizuki was by no mean a saint. People do things to survive, and she hadn't raked up a large fortune until she had entered China. Her days in Europe were simple, dancing in the villages, going around to heal villagers. Ability users had been hogged by the aristocracy since the beginning of ages, and Mizuki had almost always been used to steal abilities by the poor. She had stopped stealing after gaining the ability to heal.

"I wonder if there's a chapter in a history book dedicated to her," Atsushi flips through the pages in Mizuki's room in the office.

"We found it once," Chuuya reaches for a book on the top shelf, standing on the ladder. "Ah, here."

The book lands on Atsushi's lap, and he stares at the roughed-out cover. "On the Maiden of the Commonfolk. It's translated?"

"Mm," Chuuya hums. "Odasaku translated it."

"H-huh?"

"Ah, he left when you joined, huh?" Chuuya hops off the ladder, another book in hand. "Did Mizuki-sensei ever talk about her late husband last life?"

"She... avoided the subject completely." Atsushi flips open a page.

"Read this one first," Chuuya hands him another book.

"The epic of Gilgamesh?"

"Do you know what the first ability she devoured was?" Chuuya sits down on the single sofa.

"...no."

"It was the epic of Gilgamesh." Chuuya hums. "her ability itself is strange, but the first ability stolen was this."

"Immortality?" Atsushi flips through the book as Chuuya scrolls on his laptop.

"Another one passed."

"Huh?"

"The Epic of Gilgamesh had a variety of anonymous authors," Chuuya lifts his cup to his lips. "However, all of them named themselves after a character in the book. The oldest authors of the world are getting targeted recently. That's why Mizuki-sensei goes by her name."

"She was named after a character?"

"I don't know the name, but knowing her ability, it was likely she was." He hums. "Enkidu was killed a hundred years back, Humbada died fifty years ago, Utnapishtim died twenty-five ago, and Shamhat died just four weeks ago."

"I thought they were immortal?"

"But they grow weaker with age and children." Chuuya hums. "Gugalanna is under the Iranian government right now. They're willingly being experimented on. They were invincible generations ago, but now after having kids, their skin got pierced."

"Children?" Atsushi thinks. "Then that means Mizuki-sensei is avoiding to have kids from that."

"On the other hand, the child can't be hurt at all." Chuuya taps on his laptop. "Which leads us to the conclusion that the ability can be passed on."

"Does that mean...?"

"Mizuki can choose to give up her immortality and age." Chuuya takes a sip from his glass.

"Are you...?"

"No." Chuuya closes his laptop. "Take a look at the second book. That one's about Mizuki."

Atsushi immerses himself in the book, not noticing when Mizuki or Dazai entered the room.

"Oh, a day off?" Mizuki chuckles. "how rare."

"Mori stopped ordering us around." Chuuya hums, kicking his legs over the table. "We're focusing on the plan. I'm also doing research in case you die."

"What's the weretiger doing?" Mizuki takes off her coat, and hangs it on the rack. "Wait, in case I die?"

"Shamhat died recently," Chuuya closes his laptop and moves to the bar counter.

"Oh," Mizuki places a hand over her mouth. "I'm nearing my assassination, huh?"

"They picked up evidence that the assassin is one of you."

"I bet it's not Gilgamesh." Mizuki chuckles. "I stole his immortality, after all."

"Can I take the case?"

"You aren't blessed," Mizuki hums. "If you want, I can bless you if you do."

"Yes," Chuuya grins. "You never kissed me in your past life."

"That sounds wrong out of context," Mizuki presses her lips to his cheek.

The door to the room opens.

"Yoo hoo! Mi-chan, I'm he-" Dazai gawks at the two. "ARE YOU CHEATING ON THE PRESIDENT?"

"WHAT?"

"Oh my god," Dazai snaps open his phone, pressing a number in violently. "PRESIDENT, YOUR WIFE IS CH-"

Mizuki snatches the phone. "Sorry, Yu-chan!"

She chirps.

"I was blessing Chuuya because he wanted to get rid of the Gilgamesh murders." Mizuki hums.

"I figured it was a blessing," Fukuzawa sighs. "Get home soon."

"Yes, sir," Mizuki hums. "See you, Yu-chan."

She hangs up, and smiles slowly at Dazai.

"Mi-chan, it's not-"

The phone meets his face, leaving a mark.

"what you think..." He whines.

Mizuki smiles at him. "Let's bring in a dog."

"MI-CHAN, I'M SORRY!"

Mizuki smiles at him.

"Ah, Mizuki-sensei?" Atsushi closes his book, staring at the woman. "When did you get here?"

"Just a little bit ago," She smiles. "I came to cook dinner before heading home."

"Mi-chan, you love us more than your own family???" Dazai swoons.

"Wrong," Mizuki hums, tying her hair back. "It's eight. I cooked dinner at home two hours ago."

"I figured," Chuuya grumbles.

"Sorry I'm late," Oda sighs, opening the door. "I had to sneak in. The guards are all new."

"Hm? So slow?" Mizuki wraps the apron around her waist. "I'm starting to think you all should just head to my place for dinner."

"Could we?"

"Absolutely not," Mizuki smiles. "You're all so old now..."

"We're barely twenty."

"I'm talking about Oda," Mizuki ignores them. "You know?"

"I hope you die of old age."

The room goes silent, and Mizuki pulls out a knife.

"Hm..." She taps her chin with the dull side of the blade. "Shall we have something western today?"

"Pasta?" Chuuya raises a brow, leaning on his palm

"I was thinking a beef wellington... but we don't have enough time." Mizuki stares at the clock. "Steak it is."

"Oh, while we're on that subject," Dazai scrolls through his phone. "Did you know that women grow a separate organ-like structure while pregnant? It gets pulled out when the child comes out."

"Yeah,"

"What?"

"Oh god."

"Are we sharing random facts?" Mizuki chuckles. "Did you know, for a whiskey to be considered a bourbon, it has to be brewed in America?"

"Ah," Atsushi leans over. "Did you know, in Europe during the plague, there was a maiden known as God's blessing, who healed an entire village? She disappeared afterward and never came to be known again."

"Was that from the book you just read?" Mizuki smiles.

"Are we exposing each other?" Oda hums, taking the knife from Mizuki's hand, starting on the meat.

"Oh, sure," Mizuki smiles.

"Mizuki once wanted to know how long she could last without food or water," Oda slices the meat. "She lasted six months before I stopped her."

"W-whAT?!"

"The only reason she's still alive is because her body's regeneration doesn't need food to keep going." Oda hums.

"I find pleasure in doing mundane things," Mizuki smiles. "Ah, how about a fun fact about Dazai?"

"Yes." Atsushi smiles.

"Hm..."

"I'm finally here," Akutagawa grumbles, emerging from space. "Argh."

"Nice job," Mizuki smiles. "It was too hard, was it?"

"I brought food," Akutagawa holds a small box. "Whipped puffs... or whatever they're called."

"Cream puffs, Aku-kun," Mizuki smiles, taking it from Rashomon's ribbon. "Was it hard?"

"It was before you texted me a hint," He sighs. "What's for dinner?"

"I was thinking steak," Mizuki hums, smiling to herself. "We were sharing fun facts about each other."

"The weretiger likes chameleons," Akutagawa sits down at the counter next to Chuuya.

"HEY-"

"Akutagawa-kun likes figs."

"Dazai-san!"

"Chuuya has low alcohol tolerance," Mizuki purses her lips. "And Oda dislikes fancy dinners."

Chuuya grumbles, and Oda hums.

"Ah," Chuuya remembers something. "Mizuki has a hard time making friends."

"Oh god," Mizuki grumbles.

"Ah! Ah! Mizuki-sensei speaks..." Atsushi counts on his fingers. "At least... ten... languages..."

Mizuki laughs. "Close, I speak nine. Why has it become about me?"

"Mizuki-sensei was the one to pick me up in this life," Akutagawa nods at Oda, who hands him a glass of water.

"That's considered a fun fact?"

"Mi-chan considered a harem," Dazai smirks, wiggling his brows at her.

Mizuki pauses. "I did, at some point."

The room goes silent.

"And you didn't because...?"

Mizuki places the butter in the pan, starting the fire.

"It's rude to have a harem," She hums. "Also, I'm legally not allowed to marry more than one person."

"They don't-"

"It doesn't matter," Mizuki presses her finger to the pan, feeling the heat. "One is enough."

"Did you have a harem in Mesopotamia?"

Mizuki browns the butter, placing a steak into the pan. "Hm... it's too long ago. I don't remember."

"I bet she did."

"I probably did," Mizuki jokes. "Should I add sugar?"

"As long as it kills me," Dazai grins.

Mizuki throws a fork at him.

"Mi-chan!"

"I want mine with c-"

"I ran out of curry cubes," Mizuki deadpans. "Atsushi, do you want chakuze?"

"I'm fine with steak," The boy grins.

"A carnivore through and through," Mizuki chuckles. "Who wants the first steak?"

The room is silent for a moment, before all hell breaks loose.

"I WANT IT"

"YOU GOT THE STEAK FIRST LAST TIME!"

"YEAH? WELL, I CALLED DIBS."

Mizuki watches, eyes closed, a smile on her face.

"Would you like it, Oda?"

"Sure," The male takes the plate from her hand, and he slices into it, taking the first bite.

"Speaking of which, where's Kyouka-chan?" Mizuki places the second steak into the pan.

"I thought we'd be discussing something dark, so I didn't invite her."

Even among the chaos, Atsushi was able to answer her. Atsushi goes back to trying to strangle Akutagawa.

"Cute," Mizuki smiles. "Ah, how did you guys handle the whole Mimic case?"

"Oda," Dazai grins, pressing his hands to Atsushi and Akutagawa's shoulders. "You blessed him, so we had him do the same thing."

"Less killing?"

"No." Dazai smiles. "Much more."

"Still sick as ever," Mizuki grumbles. "Why do you think Oda left the mafia to join the ADA?"

"You didn't give us a plan," Chuuya grimaces. "We had to stick with the old one."

"You could've just lured him in," Mizuki flips the steak. "But it's a fault on my part, I'm sorry."

"Don't be." A chorus of voices ring back.

Mizuki hums, a soft smile on her face.

"Ah, did no one invite Tanizaki?"

"The spy?"

"Mm," Mizuki hums. "It seems I forgot to ask you guys to transfer him under me. Well, no one knows I'm in charge of this branch, correct?"

"Yes, Mizuki-sensei," Dazai smiles.

Mizuki smiles.

"Send any random man to Mori's old office tomorrow." She places the second steak onto the table. "I'll do it tomorrow. Eat up!"

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