it had been a few months since [M/N] and tachihara had infiltrated the mafia, getting in successfully. they wore an attire that was fit for the mafia, of course they had to fit the dress code for the mafia. they basically had no outfits other than their uniform and some pairs of casual clothing and pajamas, many found it odd, but they mostly only wore their uniforms.

did they come in easily? yes. was it easy to act like mafia members? sort of. it wasn't hard, it wasn't easy. tachihara was much more rash, not using his ability, while [M/N]? he didn't exactly. kind of, kind of didn't. he used some part of it, yet not to its full extent.

he often only used it when he was alone.

FLASHBACK.

fukuchi sat in his office, while one of the guards stood infront of the door. the guard stared at fukuchi uneasily, a bead of sweat forming on his cheek. "uhm.. commander, may i ask something?"

fukuchi glanced up skeptical, yet nodded. "yes?"

"i-.. uhm.. this may sound odd and misunderstanding, but do you really think that mr tachihara and [M/N] can really infiltrate the mafia? the mafias hard to infiltrate, i'm not saying that they are weak and have no abilities! just that.. the mafias hard could dominate the, if they find out.."

fukuchi nodded hearing what the guard was saying, a small chuckle escaping him. "ah.. you under estimate tachihara and [M/N].. i mean, thy are the bloodhounds! and plus, they ARE my subordinates. i know well, tachihara is able to do this without problems, yet, [M/N], he's much more than capable. probably the best option for the mafia infiltration!"

the guard nodded, sweat dropping at his commander in front of him.. "right.." the guard mumbled.

fukuchi sighed, continuing the paper work, as the guard walked back outside the room, now outside the room, guarding there.

"i know well, [M/N] is fit for this. don't disappoint me [M/N].. tachihara..." fukuchi mumbled, continuing his paper work in the meantime.