[A/N: LICENSED VILLAINS DOES NOT NEED TO BE READ TO UNDERSTAND THIS! I suggest reading licensed villains but this is just the background for the two of the OC's. I think it's almost better than LV at some points. Enjoy, and remember to be kind to each other!]

It starts like how everything else started - with a bang. 

As her school supplies go tumbling to the ground, she has to remind herself this is not a bad thing. The universe was created out of a bang. Fireworks are made from bangs. Wars are won with bangs. A bang is good. Everything else in her life has started with bang, what's one more blast? 

There are hands reaching out, fumbling with papers trailing from popped open binders and frantically gathering pencils spewed across the hallways tile floors. A bang. A collision. 

"I'm so so sorry," the person before Ogawa exclaims, already bent down to collect the various supplies on the ground. 

Ogawa watches, the sound of her metal water bottle hitting the floor still ringing in her ears like an off pitch train horn. The person who'd ran into her seems unaffected, apologies repeatedly falling from their lips. They look up at Ogawa and she notes the thin wired glasses that frame the girls face. Her eyes are green like her water bottle still rolling on the floor. Odd. 

Very roughly and suddenly, Ogawa's books are being shoved back into her hands by the girl, accompanied by an awkward chuckle and yet another apology. 

"I really didn't see you there," the stranger admits, adjusting the glasses on her face with her shoulder as she shifts her own books and school supplies in her arms, forcing them into an more manageable arrangement for carrying. The girl pauses for a second then continues, "Um, hello? I didn't knock you hard enough to scramble your brains, did I?"

With a start, Ogawa realizes she's awaiting a response. Her minds swimming with bangs and papers, too busy to think what she should say and how. Her eyes narrow on a piece of paper sticking out from the green eyed girl's binder. 

Class 1-C 

Ah. So not a good bang after all. 

It has been the morning of all mornings already and yet here she stood staring at her class number on the page of another student who carelessly ran into her. As if this morning has not already been enough between missing her first bus and only barely catching the second. Not to mention the first bang of the day that came with a ceramic mug hitting the wall of her kitchen - a fit of anger taking control too fast. First day of classes and already obstacles are building themselves.  

"You're an analyst," she regards, gaze not leaving the little black ink on the corner of the peeking out page. 

"Ana-- oh. No. I'm a support course student. See?" She pulls a lanyard from her neck, practically forcing the student ID on Ogawa. Sure enough, across the plastic sealed card are the words Sana Akito: 1-F, Support Course. 

Ogawa stares at the name, then her face, then the papers messily collected and stuffed back into the binder. Without more than a second thought, a flaw and a strength surface in her mind. Her quirk had a strange way of acting up when she least wanted it to, revealing the biggest flaws of people around her. She frowns, a cold feeling griping her chest like icy claws, and steps to the side of the stranger, mumbling, "Slow down in the halls next time," before walking away. 

She can feel the support student's-- Sana Akito, she recalls the name on the ID-- eyes on her as she heads to her own class. As usual, she ignores it.  One does not live as she lives without getting used to stares and questioning glances. Ms Akito, whoever she may be, is not worth talking to. People with her flaws and strengths never are. Not anymore. 

And so she enters room 1-C with her head held no lower and mind no more on Sana Akito than it was before she quite literally ran into her. It's as if Akito never existed by the time Ogawa takes her seat. She folds her arms over each other atop her desk. Glancing around the room, she spots only five of her classmates already in there. 

She'd seen five crows that morning. It'd been why she'd missed her bus. She'd read somewhere that crows were bad luck. There was an important detail about the number of them that appeared which she couldn't remember. She'd wasted too many moments of her time staring with a tilted head at the ebony birds, chasing the fleeting memory of a children's rhyme. 

The ring of the school bell drew her attention to the front. Who she presumed to her homeroom teacher stepped forth and commenced class. She leaned back in her seat, counting down the seconds till the lunch bell. 

-:- 

"Pardon me?" The mouse-man before her blurted, eyes peering up at her from behind silver ringed spectacles. 

She sat straighter and placed the brown folder in her lap on Principal Nedzu's desk. She calmly restated, "I would like to gain permission to start an internship early. The details of such a plan are all in this file." 

The moment her class had been dismissed for lunch, she'd swiftly made her way to the Principal's office. She'd looked up the school's blueprints the night before so not to waste any time. Time which she'd spent instead to pack up all her notes from class. How disappointing it was to see she was the only one taking them. It may be the first day but in her opinion it's important to write down what teachers say about rules and schedules. 

Now, she sits in the (notably uncomfortable) plastic chair set in front of Nedzu's desk and own raised leather chair. She faltered for a second upon seeing it, wondering why someone with white fur would acquire black furniture before deciding there were more important matters to discuss. 

"Yes, I thought I heard you correct the first time," Nedzu said, sighing. He picked up the file, flicking open the brown cover. He hummed to himself then looked back to her. "You've done your research, that I can't deny." 

"I like to be informed," she replied. Her eyes traced his hand as they went to pick up his tea mug and bring it to his lips. 

"Clearly," the principal mumbled before saying louder, "I'll admit this is an unusual request. What prompted it?" 

Numerous things, she nearly says. An internship even at her age is desirable for the profession she wishes to go into. After all, hero students start their intern studies this year. Minor and only a few weeks at a time, but an internship regardless. Experience on her record will do her some good. Besides, they're time consuming and therefore postpone the inevitable return home. 

"Desire for experience," she says instead. 

He quirks an eyebrow. "Can't you wait till next year when everyone else is starting interns?" 

"I don't like to wait." 

He barked a laugh. "No, you don't. I gathered that when you barged into my office on the first day of classes." 

Grimacing, she mumbled, "Sorry." 

"Don't apologize. Your eagerness is admirable." 

He leaned his head back, regarding her with a furrowed brow gaze. It was impossible to tell what exact expression he wearing with his animal features. For a second, she thought to pry into his head; see what he was thinking - whether he'd agree to her request or not. That little thought was all it took to open up the floodgate of information. 

She blinked and then dozens of words scrolled across the back of her eye. She saw in green ink a list of his greatest weaknesses and strengths. Biting down on her cheek, she could taste the iron bleeding out from where her teeth gnawed at it. A shiver ran up her spine and she only barely suppressed it. Damn quirk. 

"You're analyzing me," he said. It was more of a statement than a question, like he knew the answer. He always thought he knew the answer, that was his downfall. It'd probably kill him considering his job. 

That thought brought a vile taste to her tongue. She forced her expression to remain blank.

"Not intentionally," she answered honestly. 

Again, he hummed. He tapped the file lain out before him. "And you want to have a paid internship? Who will accept that? What happens if no one does?"

She'd prepared for this. Weeks of piling together counter arguments on top of counter arguments had prepared her for this moment. Yuuei is supposed to be able to supply students with opportunities they need, and this is an opportunity she needs. 

"Plenty of hero students receive paid internships, I don't see why I can't," she supplied. "Just last year nearly half the hero student group at this school were hired as payed interns." 

"Those are hero students, Ms. Sutorimu." He folded his hands in front of him. "You're an analyst. There's a difference." 

"Any hero worth interning for will know the importance of an analyst and hire me. Dozens of hero students and sidekicks will work under a hero but analysts are few and far. Better to snatch one while you can and gain the upper hand. I'd assumed you'd know the importance of intelligence when it comes to a heroes life." 

He eyes her warily for a second. She has half the mind to recognize her blatant call out as rude but forgoes that thought in favour of waiting patiently for his response. She notices the way his jaw ticks slightly, and prays her words weren't too harsh. 

Finally, he gathered the files on his desk and tucked them in a drawer. He said, "I'll get back to you about your request. For now, please get some lunch before your next class. We'll chat soon." 

She took her cue to leave.

-:- 

Under the stairs is not a safe place. In the little square space, needles protruded from the walls and dust hung in the air. If you shifted this way or that way too much you'd feel the prick of them, and if you breathed to deeply your lungs would feel clogged. Under the stairs things creaked and groaned, every inch covered in cobwebs. It's was so tight in there that the claustrophobia drove one mad. 

Under the stairs was not a safe place, but Ogawa learned it was safer than outside. 

On the other side of the thin crawlspace door, people shouted and hit. They droned on about unfairness and tried to squelch anyone who argued otherwise. Under the stairs may have nails and untrustworthy walls but at least she didn't have to tip toe around it. If she didn't nothing wrong in the crawlspace, then nothing bad happened, unlike out there. 

Ogawa stared at the crawlspace in her apartment. It was tiny, but larger than the one she used to hide in. The stairs led up to the bedroom but that was all. In the nook under them, there were no cobwebs or dust. It's a pity that when she doesn't need it, the new space doesn't look so bad. 

She sighed, closing the door and brushing off her knees as she made to stand. She didn't need to think on that anymore. 

With her curiosity for the space now out of the way, she got to work on cleaning the mess she'd made that morning. Her mug - one of two - lay shattered on the ground in what she could barely call a kitchen. Broom in hand, she swept up the shards and tossed them out. 

Her burst of anger this morning was hardly what she'd call worth it. She'd spent good money on the set of dishware she'd ordered for the apartment. She can't buy another one, not right now at least, so she's going to have to live with one. One mug - the closest thing she has to a glass. 

Groaning, she sat down on one of the chairs around the table. She has to cut down on water too. The first bill will come in three weeks and she's already reaching over what she has set aside for the plan. She'll need to hold off washroom breaks for when she'd at work or school and she can always buy a bulk of water bottles to last her the next few weeks. She'll refill them at school if she needs. 

Speaking of work, her feet are killing her. Spending six hours walking back and forth from the kitchens to the tables on top of classes has officially depleted her energy for the day. And yet, a pile of homework rests on the table still. 

Technically the homework hasn't been assigned yet but she wants to get ahead by a week or two. Her hours are going to be late and if she secures an intern, she'll be missing school time as well. Thankfully, Yuuei is flexible with such work even if she's not ready to put all her faith in a modified schedule. 

She has to get that intern. Her income depends on it. Her dream depends on it. 

Frustration bubbles beneath her skin. She has an internship lined up, doesn't Nedzu realize that? The information she gave him contains Mr. Brave's contact and his email agreeing to intern her if she's given the green light. She needs the school to approve this - it's one small request. Besides, wouldn't Yuuei look good for having an analyst intern like her on their side? 

She rolls her eyes at her own thoughts. Who is she kidding? Yuuei only cares about their hero programs. She could stretch and say they care somewhat about their support course but that's as far as she's willing to admit. 

The phone rang. 

In the blink of an eye, she was up out of her seat, scrambling towards her phone. It could be the school. Was Nedzu agreeing? 

Without checking the number, she answered. "Hello?"

"Hi! This is Ogawa Sutorimu, right?" 

All eagerness faded from her, heart dropping. That was not Nedzu's voice. Sadly, it was a familiar voice, one she'd be hoping to never hear again. 

"What do you want?" she asked, not trying to hide her unenthusiastic tone. 

"I'm Sana Akito! The girl you ran into today," the girl on the phone explained. Like Ogawa needed reminding. 

She plopped back down in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How did you even get my number?" 

"It's on your file. All the support course students get files for the students they'll be assisting through out the year. Guess I'll be helping your class at one point!" 

Ogawa grit her teeth. This was not apart of the plan. Was Yuuei not aware of her situation? People aren't supposed to have her personal contact information, not after all the lengths her social worker and her went to erase any trace of her. If she learns she goes to Yuuei and somehow gets a hold of someone with her information. . . 

"Don't share my number with anyone," she told Akito. "And tell all your classmates not to either." 

"Oooh, so mysterious." She could her the curiosity in her voice and wanted to gag. "Care to tell me why?" 

"No." 

Akito sighed, the air blown into the phone from the action causes it to make a crackling sound. "Fine, up to you. Anyways. . . when we collided earlier I may have accidentally taken one of your highlighters. Also, question: do you have labels on all your school supplies or just the highlighters?" 

The answer is all. Name labels are important when she can only afford so many of each material. Unfortunately for her, highlighters are essential and judging by how this week is going, she can't buy another pack where her money can better be spent on the water bottles she's debating purchasing. 

"Give it to me tomorrow," she said. "I'll be waiting at the front entrance during lunch. Meet there right after the bell." 

"Okay but does it have to be right after the bell? That's so specific and I'm all the way on the other side of the school during the period before. Can't we--" 

"Right after the bell," she repeated. 

There was a huff from the other side on the call. "Okay fine. I'll see you then!" 

"Yes. See you then." 

She hung up before Akito could get another word in. The home-screen of her phone stared up at her, the wallpaper poking through odd apps. She traced over the image with her eyes, mapping out freckles and tuffs of reddish-orange hair. A young boy with a smile smile so wide the corners of it touched the highs of his cheeks. 

Abruptly shoving her phone back into her pocket, she turned to her homework again with a newfound determination. She didn't need to think about that right now, she needed to focus on her work. 

If this week keeps going the way it is, she's not certain she won't kill someone by the end of it. 

-:- 

The sun was halfway through the sky, it's heat pounding into Ogawa, and Sana Akito was late. The lunch dismissal bell rang five minutes ago and Ogawa was still waiting for the support course student to meet her out front. She could feel her time slipping away, the stack of papers in her arms feeling heavier by the second. 

Finally, she spotted a head of green hair dashing towards her. Akito came to a stop in front of her, mouth twisted into a beaming smile and glasses nearly falling off her nose. She pushed the thin wire frames up her face and greeted her with a way too cheerful, "Hey, Sutorimu-kun!" 

"Akito-kun," she replied more out of formality and politeness than any actual desire to talk to the girl. "You're late." 

"I told you I had class on the other side of the school," she said with a lighthearted roll of her eyes. She handed her an orange highlighter. "Here." 

She took the supplies, twisting it in her fingers. That saves her two-hundred yen. "Thank you." 

"Yeah, no problem." Akito's face contorts into an almost shy look, a complete contrast from her previous bright grin. Her green brows pull together and her shoulders lift a tad. "Uh, actually I was wondering if you would like to sit with me and my friends for lunch?" 

She watched the way her hands fidgeted in front of her, twisting at one of her uniforms buttons. A weakness surfaced in her mind without her permission - an ugly thought that whispered in her ear all the things that were wrong about this girl. She quickly pushed that thought away. 

"My friends and I," Ogawa said, attempting to forget about the weakness. 

Akito's expression ironed out into one of confusion. "Huh?" 

"You said me and my friends when it's supposed to be my friends and I," she explained. She shifted her hold on her papers and turned around towards the schools exit gates. "And no, I would not like to eat with you. I'm busy." 

She made her way down the main sidewalk and slipped out the gates, nodding at the security guard. They nodded back and she kept on her way, turning down the street of the surrounding neighborhood. 

"Wait what? What do you mean you're busy? It's lunch!" Ogawa resisted the urge to groan at the sound of Akito's voice. She glanced to her left to see the girl keeping pace with her. "And why are you leaving the school? Is this why you're carrying all those newspapers? You do know people don't read newspapers anymore?" 

"The list of houses who ordered these say otherwise," she grumbled. "Just go back to school." 

"Oh yeah I'm definitely going to go back to school where they serve cafeteria food instead of tagging along with the mysterious girl who won't answer my questions." 

"Good." 

"Wah?! Dude! I was being sarcastic!" 

Ogawa was unable to shake Akito and so she was stuck with a shadow as she made her rounds delivering papers to people in Yuuei's neighboring community. The girl trailed beside her, chatting about her class courses and occasionally lapping into silence. Ogawa tuned her out for the most part, choosing to focus on her delivery route more, but every now and then one of her comments about a house's landscaping would draw a response from her. 

Akito was loud. Loud like how air conditioning was loud in the sense that it was always there. The volume itself wasn't overbearing but the fact that it looped for hours made up for it. Still, Ogawa had grown used to her air conditioning just as Akito's voice was starting to feel less like a nuisance and more like a plain constant that flowed into the cracks of Ogawa's routine. 

She wasn't too pleased with that. 

When she told Akito to head back to school again, she insisted she wouldn't be able to find her way back from so deep in the neighborhood. Ogawa struggled not to frown at that. While Akito wasn't annoying, her presence was still unsettling and she'd prefer if she'd leave. 

"Soooo," Akito started near the end of Ogawa's route. "Why are you delivering papers?" 

Ogawa glance at her out of the corner of her eye. Her green hair fell around her shoulders in a tangled mess after only a few minutes outside due to the mild wind. This is why Ogawa prefers to keep her hair up. 

"You're just now asking this?" 

"Well I did want to seem rude!" she protested, throwing her hands in the air. "Seriously though, why are you on papergirl duty?" 

She threw a paper onto another doorstep and answered, "Because it pays." 

Akito seemed to pause, her lips pursing and face scrunching up for a moment. Then, she released a long exhale and nodded. "Okay. I mean yeah - duh - but like, why during lunch break? Can't you go after school when you're not supposed to be, I dunno, eating and socializing?" 

"I don't particularly enjoy either of those things," she says, ignoring Akito's offended gasp. "Besides, I'm busy after school." 

The other girls eyes lit up at that. She bounce up and down, shifting to be in front of Ogawa and choosing to walk backwards. She leaned towards her. 

"Is it a school club? What club are you in?" 

"No." She frowned at her, turning around to head back to the school as she found her arms empty of news papers, effectively leaving Akito to stumble in an attempt to reverse her motion. Akito popped up beside her again regardless, like an over-excited dog with attachment issues. 

"Okay. Sport then?" she pestered. 

"Of course not. I don't like sports."

"Really?" Akito shrieked. Ogawa wondered how her lungs never got tired. "I love sports. My favorite is football! I'm super bummed Yuuei doesn't have any teams." 

Ogawa refrained from informing the girl that she didn't have much care for her opinion on sports. Nor did she inform her that Yuuei can't have sports because their programs - like the very support program she is in - take up too much money and effort, leaving the general studies students like Ogawa to rely solely on academics. Again, Yuuei just loves their perfect hero stream students. 

"I'm getting off topic, sorry," Akito quickly corrects herself. "Do you have some sort of music class?" 

"No," she bit out, patience worn away. "I don't have a sport, or a music class, or a family game night, or any of that. I have a job." 

Akito frowned, for perhaps the first time since Ogawa met her. "Two jobs? Why?" 

Fire danced up Ogawa's spine before racing into the pits of her stomach. She shifted her book bag on her shoulder and glared at the ground. "Just drop it, Akito-kun." 

"What's your other job?" 

"Akito-kun, I said to drop it." 

The girl kept talking though. "I mean, it can't be that outlandish if you're working that one on top of this. I mean, I guess papergirl doesn't pay a ton but--" 

The sound of Ogawa's phone ringing finally shut Akito up. The two of them exchanged a look before Ogawa stuffed her hand in her pocket to fish her phone out. The bland ringtone blared even louder when untucked from the fabric of her uniform pants. She answered the call, glaring at Akito as she presses her screen to her ear. 

"Hello, this is Ogawa Sutorimu." 

"Sutorimu-kun," a familiar voice echoed through the phone. 

Ogawa felt her chest tighten, hope spilling over her floodgates without any care. The last time she'd spoke with this man, it had been just over a week ago and in person. She'd barged into his agency with confidence and had emerged successful. Now, her odds were wavering. 

"Mr. Brave-san," she replied. 

"It's just Mr. Brave," the hero corrected. His voice was flat but not like how Ogawa's is. Hers comes off brash. His only seemed professional. "Your principal called me." 

Next to her, Akito hissed, "Mr. Brave? Why on earth is Mr. Brave calling you?" 

Her hope being momentarily tamped down by annoyance, she mouthed to her, Shut up. Then to Mr. Brave she said, "What did he have to say?" 

"I am apparently able to hire a new intern who shall receive a modified schedule at her school where her afternoons will be spent with my agency," he informed her. "Great, ain't it?" 

If anyone passed by then, they'd see two girls in Yuuei uniforms standing at a still in the middle of a random neighborhood. They'd see how one of them stood with her phone in her hand, completely frozen, while the other watched on eagerly. What they would not see is the way relief told hold of Ogawa's every thought. From afar, no one would be able to tell that she gripped her phone so tightly it might break, all because she was thinking of the rent she'd pay off and the dreams that were close. 

After so many years, here she was with her fingers finally not simply brushing her goal. She was clutching it, as tangible in her hand as her phone is, as the highlighter Akito gave her is. Put it however you'd like, no words could describe the way she nearly collapsed at the wonderful feeling filling her. She found it hard to believe this rush came from a mere combination of chemicals in her brain. 

"When do I start," she asks, her voice wobbling. She would not let this slip through her fingers. 

"Tomorrow, one o'clock. You know where to find me," Mr. Brave responded. 

"Thank you." 

Much to Akito's confusion, when the line cut off with a click, Ogawa laughed with tears in her eyes. She couldn't care that the girl was watching her. 

She was finally doing it. 

-:- 

Come a quarter to one o'clock the next day, Ogawa found herself waiting patiently outside Mr. Brave's agency. 

The agency was small, nowhere near as large as the other heroes' who shined in their top ranking statuses. It was a little building tucked between an apartment complex and a tiny grocery store. Modest, was the first thing that came to Sutorimu's mind when she saw it the week before. The brown painted walls and large windows didn't feel imposing at all, but welcoming. The only way she'd ever guess it to be a hero agency was the sign above the entrance displaying MR. BRAVE in his blue, red, and black colours. That, and the sidekicks filtering in and out of it. 

The lobby-like area that Ogawa waited in was similar in style. Same colours, same relatively bland design just with more furniture and busy people shuffling around. 

"Can I help you, miss?" 

Ogawa turned her head away from where she'd been staring at the main desk (the busiest part of the room where a dozen people waiting in line to talk to the poor receptionist juggling phone-calls and papers). Before her stood a boy who couldn't be much older than her, only a year or two age difference at max. 

She tilted her head. He looked like a hero, in a way. His clothes were relatively bland, just like the building. Baggy jeans with padded knees held up by a belt, a open vest layering over a white long sleeve shirt designed with padding, black boots that came up to his mid-calf, and thick head phones protecting his ears. She'd say it's an ugly hero design, more like a civilian's clothes than anything, yet he wears it with a confidence that fools her into almost thinking he looked somewhat decent. 

"For starters, get a better costume," she answered. The boy's face fell but she continued on, pointing to the receptionist. "Second, is it possible you have any say in getting that woman help? Hero agencies of this size should have at least three people at the main desk at all times. Two for dealing with in person complaints and paperwork, and one to answer digital and phone complaints." 

The boy stared at her. It was then that Ogawa noticed the massive red wings trailing behind him as they tensed. She studied them, deciding the tensing was not a good sign. She has been told her words tend to be insulting even when she doesn't mean it. This, she's quickly learning, is an example of that. 

The boy set his shoulders back and seemed to reset before her very eyes as he plastered the smile back on his face. "I can talk to Mr. Brave about that, miss. Now is there anything else you need?" 

She glanced around the room then replied with an affirmative nod, "Yes. I'm looking for Mr. Brave. Can you help me find him?" 

"I'm behind you, Sutorimu-kun." 

Calmly glancing over her shoulder, Ogawa spots her new boss. He's decked out in his hero costume, his signature colours on full display. She must say, his costume is much better than the boys even if it does a lean a little too much into All Might idolization between the yellow 'V' on his forehead and the red stripe across his blue suit. Still, she appreciates the red tattered hood around his shoulders and thick black boots. At least the 'V' is attached to some sort of protective band that covers his ears. Good for explosions, she thinks. 

"Hello, Mr. Brave," she greeted, inclining her head. "How are you?" 

"Good," he replies, expression not shifting. He gestured to the boy before her. "I see you've met Hawks. He's my hero intern." 

Ogawa shifts her gaze to the boy - Hawks - again. She looks him up and down. "What hero school do you go to? I haven't seen you at Yuuei." 

She'd remember those wings if she had seen him. Hawks rubbed at his neck, eyes sliding to look away from her. "Uh, I don't go to school. I'm home-schooled." 

Cocking her head, her frown deepened. A hero intern without a school backing them up? That was rare, enough so that it was practically unheard of. Squinting at the boy, she wondered what made him so special to earn an intern like this. 

That second was all it took for her to see his weakness. Having a quirk like hers was both convenient and inconvenient. She wasn't trying to see his greatest faults, it just happened. Suddenly, her larger eye's vision went black and an array of green text spread across it. 

Lying. 

She had to force her expression not to shift as she discovered his weakness. Lying, but not that he was bad at lying. Rather that he had to lie all the time, and maybe that he was always lied to. 

In her life time, she's stumbled upon several odd weaknesses and strengths. Usually they're personality traits but occasionally, weaknesses turn out to be like this: more actions than an actual attribute. Those weaknesses are the worst, they belong to people she can never fully read. There's always a double meaning, some secret she'll never be privy to. 

Regardless of what his weakness truly means, it proves one thing - this boy is indeed special. He's at this intern for a reason. 

Pushing away all thoughts of her quirk's discoveries, she musters a polite smile and outstretches her hand. She says, "Nice to meet you, Hawks-kun. My name's Sutorimu. I'm an analyst intern here now." 

"I look forward to working with you then," Hawks replied. He takes her offered hand, shaking it. 

Ogawa doesn't know what Hawks' deal is but one thing is for certain: this is sure to be an interesting year.