The talk with Tsukauchi was...a hard discussion for her. Genkaku was there to support her with Shota. Kurotama was in shock, but when the Yuriemoto's heard what almost happened to Akemi, and what really happened that day...they were so horrified that it took three hours before Akemi was finally freed from their sobbing death hug.
Now after two weeks of therapy and the more she talked about her trauma's the better she felt. She no longer had to hold it all in, and it gave her peace. Her ability to handle fighting improved as the gradual sparring practices with Shota, and their students left Akemi in a better state of mind. She no longer panicked whenever a fist came flying towards her face.
Monday evening. Shota was lounging on the floor with Eri.
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Emiko was taking a nap with Hitoshi on the couch. The students were either finishing up with their homework, playing video games, training, or for most of the female students — having a spa day in Ashido's room.
Akemi was painting a sleeping Tsukiko until Nemuri suddenly walked in.
"Akemi, guess what?"
"Hmm let's see?" Akemi was still painting the finishing details, "Snipe got you that red dress you were eyeing on two days ago and surprised you with it?"
"Yes, but no, that's not why I'm here."
Akemi finished the final detail, cleaned her brush, and set it on the self of her movable wooden easel. She finally turned to acknowledge the woman. She immediately noticed Nemuri wasn't in her hero outfit but a red kimono.
She arched a brow. "Okay...color me intrigued Nemuri?"
"I've got a mission request. We'll be going undercover for a few nights. Just you, me, Shota, and Hizashi!"
Shota arched a brow. "What?"
Hizashi was in the middle of eating ice cream when he spoke. "Why me?"
"Nostalgia! I'm getting the crew back together!"
Shota closed the book he was reading and sat up with his hands behind him to support his weight. He gazed at the smiling woman and spoke with a somber tone. "The Crew..."
The anvil was hanging over their heads as the memories of Shira-Kumo resurfaced. Akemi bit her lip. Hizashi lowered his spoon of vanilla ice cream. Nemuri's grin morphed into a frown as Shota's eyes stared her down with that somber filled gaze.
Nemuri sighed. "Oh come on Shota you know what I meant. Please for old times sake? Don't you miss the days when we all had missions together?!"
"Nope, you're to chipper and sadistic and Hizashi's to obnoxiously loud. Akemi is the one and onlyreason I tolerated those missions after—Shira."
"Liar!"
"Sue me then."
Eri giggled as she looked that them. "You're all funny!"
