'So… Hungry.'

It had been a month since he got his hero license, two since he had dinner with the Asui's. Tonight had dragged on a lot longer than he had expected, a patrol that went way over time despite the city streets being peaceful. Without much hero work to be done he pretty much got roped into every citizen's mundane problems.

'Patrol is such bullshit!' Katsuki thought to himself entering the market. He'd been frequenting this particular shop recently, it was next to the station and only a few blocks away from the hero office. Not only that it was close to his home. Each time he'd go and scour the displays for half off bentos. The market itself was a fairly busy as always. Brightly lit, colorful palette, aisles of shelves nearly overflowing with gaudily packaged goods, the sight itself annoyed Katsuki to no end. Making his way through he noticed as people visibly avoided him, the look on his face must have been something fierce. He let his nose guide him as he trudged along to the food area. He arrived to only a handful of the pre-made meals, none of which looked particularly appetizing.

'They taste like shit, but I ain't got time to cook.'

Perusing the meals, his stomach growled. He growled back at it in frustration. His wallet decided his dinner for tonight as he grabbed the cheapest thing he could find. "Fuck this shit..." He grumbled lowly eyeing the meal. He sighed deeply his posture worsening as he hunched lower. "Mister Bakugo, you shouldn't say bad words." the voice of a little girl chimed into his ear over the sounds of customers and the ambiance familiar to any supermarket.

"Shit!" he jumped.

"Stop it!" she croaked in a fake huff. Her small frame animatedly playing up a displeased posture. Her arms crossed as she turned away puffing her cheeks.

'This brat… What the hell is she doing here?' he glared at the tadpole, suddenly he wasn't alone. Much worse, he new he had no way to avoid this person. He sighed, tapping his heel impatiently.

"I'm telling big sis on you!" She stomped her foot down, pointing at the teen.

"Why the hell would I care about that!?" He growled at the girl. Bending lower to get in her face he snarled, but she would not be disturbed.

"Are you causing problems for my sister Bakugo?" An older feminine voice spoke up from behind him, even in the sea of voices he would know that one anywhere.'Of course she's here...' he sighed already completely done with this night. "Hmph!" He crossed his arms turning to face her.

"You..." He glared at the like his eyes could explode things.

"Big sis, big sis! Mister Bakugo was swearing." the tiny child hopped over to her sister playfully hiding behind her.

"So what, your sister knows that. It ain't like she can do anything about it." He hunched over, were as he usually towered over both Asui's he peeked just over the elder's shoulder. He was in a foul mood as of today he was hardly interested in fooling around with the child, much less the both of them.

"Besides, don't you know how to greet your elders." He stepped pass the elder Asui to look at the younger.

"Oh! That's right!" The little girl realized, popping out from behind her sister. "Good evening Mister Bakugo, it's nice to see you again." She bowed deeply as her little pigtails followed suit.

"Hmph, that's more like it." He huffed crossing his arms with a smirk.

"Satsuki's right Bakugo, you should cut down on the swearing." She plainly stated. "You'll lose your only fan."

"Shut it. What the hell are you even doing here Asui?" he turned his attention to the elder sister.

"Mom and Dad are working late today and Big Sis just got off for the night so she's going to make us dinner tonight." The little Asui announced. "Those meals are yucky aren't they Mister Bakugo? Why don't you come eat with us?" she continued already giving both teens begging eyes.

"Now, now Satsuki. I'm sure Bakugo has better things to do than eat another meal with us." Tsuyu bent down to her little sister tapping a single finger on her head. "But-" Satsuki tries to argue, still giving those begging eyes.

"I ain't interested. Besides you probably don't have enough cash for another serving." Katsuki scratched his head beginning to turn away from the duo.

"It isn't that he hates you Satsuki..." Tsuyu continued. "He's just embarrassed that last time he ate with us, our friends caught him." She smiled, knowing exactly how that would set him off.

"What the hell are you tellin' her!?" He turned back immediately, his eyes glared a hole into the elder frog's back. "The truth." She answered simply, not giving him the pleasure of a glance.

His blood boiled. The audacity of this girl! His teeth gritted, he knew that she knew what she was doing and he hated it more than anything. "That's it! Shrimpy, I ain't goin' cause of your sister!" He huffed fully turning his back on the two.

"But you have to Mister!" Satsuki hopped up grabbing him by the arm. Her quirk may have been a bit much as her hop charged like a leap dragging the blonde teen with her. It sent the both of them flying towards the nearest display stand.

'This little shit! Canned food!?' Bakugo realized as soon as he lifted off. 'I can't use my quirk here.' He begrudged, this kid was a damned pain. But what kind of heartless bastard would he be if he let her get hurt. In the span of a second he twisted his body clutching the girl to his chest before slamming into the display, the cans fell as he shielded her form the debris. The resounding crash reverberated through the nearby aisles.

"Goddamned..." he cursed under his breath. The small child looked up at him, terrified and apologetic. "Mister Bakugo! I'm so sorry!" The small girl shuffling away from below him. He turned that same killer glare to the younger Asui. "Watch yourself you little-!" he began to shout, he felt vindicated in this anger as he rared himself for a tirade. Her tears already forming.

Before another word could be uttered a hand swiftly smacked him over the head. Knocking his attention away he swung wildly, to face the person who'd dare to do that. Greeted with a similar spiky mane and similarly piercing eyes he got even angrier along with his surprise. This damned woman. This night couldn't get any worse.

"Ma!?" He uttered out angrily.

"You watch yourself Katsuki" She chopped his forehead as she scolded him. "Some hero you're turning out to be, making little girls cry." She continued grabbing his shoulder before throttling him towards the Asui siblings.

"I'm sure Katsuki's at fault. I hope you'll accept a simple apology." The woman gave a courteous smile as she forced the teen to bow shoving his head down.

"H-hey! I didn't do shit, You old bat!" he slapped her hand off of him. Suddenly from justifiably angry, Katsuki Bakugo had become mortified to a point where he could only express rage. Ready to fight his mother, he shot daggers at her as he mentally constructed a sentence multilayered in profanity.

"Wait! No, it wasn't your son's fault at all. In fact, he just saved my sister." Tsuyu came to his aid unexpectedly. She pushed her way in between the Bakugos, her back to the boy as she waved both hands at the mother.

"Oh? Is that so? Alright..." The woman eyed the teen questionably. She wasn't sure she believed the girl, but paid little heed to it. "I still don't think he should be let off the hook." She chose her words wisely as she directed her gaze at the small child wiping the tears away.

"Did Katsuki hurt you, honey." She squatted to the girl's level patting her on the head.

"No ma'am, he saved me again. He didn't do anything wrong." the small frog girl spoke between hiccups and croaks. "There, there. How about a repay you with some dinner?" Mrs. Bakugo comforted the girl offering some tissues as well. Satsuki nodded silently feeling better.

'She got her way!? Dammit.' Katsuki thought to himself.

"I'm glad. I'm Mrs. Bakugo, it's nice to meet you… Sweetie?" Mrs. Bakugo pried for a name as she introduced herself.

"Satsuki… Asui Satsuki." Satsuki bashfully answered returning to her sister's side.

"And you? What may your name be Miss Asui?" Mrs. Bakugo turned her attention to Tsuyu who returned the gaze with a polite bow and a soft ribbit.

"Tsuyu, ma'am. I'm a classmate of your son. It's a pleasure to meet you." She gave her pleasantries with grace before returning to her usual posture.

"I don't live too far, shall we?" She asked as she gestured towards a filled shopping cart.

"Big Sis, Satsuki. Over here." A young male voice called from another aisle.

"Oh, Sami. Seems like we just got invited to dinner." Tsuyu answered him, beckoning him to them. The boy nodded quickly making his way to their side. He hopped to the opposite end of Satsuki before introducing himself with the upmost respect.

"Good evening, Mrs. Bakugo. I'm Samidare Asui, middle child and only son." He bowed courteously facing the woman. "Thank you in advance." he continued showing proper manners.

"My, my. What a little gentleman." Mrs. Bakugo laughed heartily fists at either hip. "You could stand to learn a little something from him, Katsuki." She slapped her son on the back, much to his ire. "Now carry this." She swung her shopping basket straight into his gut. Not expecting such, he doubled over slightly with a slight 'Oof'. She turned away marching along leading the children back.

"Hold on, Ma'am I still haven't agreed." Tsuyu quickly paced her self to the lively housewife, grabbing her by the shoulder. This surprised Katsuki, most anyone else would have accepted no problem, then they'd spill all their dirt on him during the dinner. Not that she should've been coming over in the first place, but the gesture was appreciated.

Not that it mattered.

"Oh don't bother declining Tsuyu. Plus this way you get to save some cash, I know how tough it can be without actual income." She patted Tsuyu's back roughly either unaware or uncaring of her strength. "Besides I have a bit to discuss with you about Katsuki's behavior." She winked at the girl nudging her ever so slightly.

'Of course that old hag does.' Katsuki grumbled to himself, nearly thinking out loud. He huffed slouching once again.

"Hey Satsuki, look. Bakugo and Sis are matching." Out of the corner of his ear, Katsuki heard Samidare comment to the girl.

"Oh! They do!" Satsuki giggled in agreement. "Sis, Sis come over here." the youngest hopped ahead grabbing Tsuyu by the hand and pulling her back. Side by side the similarities became apparent. From clothing to posture the two were like a matching set. Katsuki wore a dark green shirt, Tsuyu wore a dark green blouse. Katsuki had black track pants, Tsuyu had a long black skirt. And they both hunched over making them shorter than usual.

"Ha ha. See! You two match." Satsuki laughed pointing at the pair. Tsuyu observed the boy as Mrs. Bakugo turned back to the two as well. "See Aunty? They match." Boy was she easy to entertain, but Mrs. Bakugo played along just to please.

"Shut it!" Katsuki growled straightening up in embarrassment. Catching this, his mother became interested as she began to tease the boy herself. The teasing continued as they shopped for more groceries before paying and walking to the Bakugo home. Apparently Mrs. Bakugo could just go on and on about her son, and not in the good way.

Upon arrival they were greeted by the ever composed Mr. Bakugo.

"Masaru! I'm home." Mrs. Bakugo mock fawned, as she called out to her husband.

Stepping into the hall from a side door Masaru Bakugo appeared to the group drying his hands on an apron "Yes, yes. I'm right here Mitsuki." He peeked up, seeing the children with here. "I didn't know we were having guests. I already prepared dinner for us." he sounded slightly disappointed as he pouted to the woman.

"My bad my bad." She winked at him giving a half serious apology. "It was last minute so I grabbed some food… Could you?" she cooed at him. Katsuki's stomach turned as his mother flirted up his father, if these frog bastards spoke a word of this he'd bomb the hell out of them. "I suppose I could." he agreed quite easily. "Oh thank you!" Mrs. Bakugo snaked her arms around his neck planting a kiss on his cheek. He singled out his son from the group giving him a small smile.

"Katsuki, It's nice of you to drop in." From what they could gather, Masaru Bakugo seemed to be the collected one, earnest and kind. "Yeah… Thanks Pops." Katsuki slowly trudged past him dropping the grocery bags in his hands and giving a nearly unseen nod, to the average eye it was extremely rude of him. However something about his usual behavior hinted this was the closest thing to respect he gave most people. "I'm gonna use the shower." He quickly made his way to his bedroom for some spare clothes, not asking for a reply.

"Alright, take your time Katsuki. I'll have the food done by the time you're done." Masaru called out to from the stairway, which earned him some indiscernible grunt. "Alright, why don't we go to the living room then." Mr. Bakugo turned his attention to the rest of the group. "Who may you be again?" He calmly smiled to the children, inviting them to the compound living area, kitchen, dining room. "We are the Asui's. I'm Tsuyu Asui, your son's classmate. And these are my siblings Samidare and Satsuki. It's a pleasure to meet you." the Asui trio bowed together.

"How nice. I hope Katsuki isn't causing trouble for you Tsuyu." Masaru returned their pleasantry with a bow of his own.

"I asked the same thing, apparently the kids are fond of Katsuki." Mitsuki spoke out packing away perishables.

"I'm sure you did, Honey." He followed her in the kitchen.

"Though knowing you, it probably started as a misunderstanding." He scolded. "Now go on, I can handle this. Why don't you entertain our guests?" Masaru shooed his wife preparing the ingredients.

"Why don't I help you, Mr. Bakugo?"

"That'd be nice, thank you Ms. Asui."

"Tsuyu's just fine. My mother is Mrs. Asui" She croaked looking at the ingredients.

"Hamburger Steak?"

"Mitsuki and Katsuki's favorite. Of course she would." Masaru sighed. "Have you never seen Katsuki make some?"

"I didn't know he could even cook."

"Well I taught him how to make that at least. He learns quick, so I wouldn't be shocked if he's gotten better."

"I hope I get the chance to test it then."

"Speaking of which how do you folks do with spice?"

"Spice?"

"Yes… They love sauteed peppers along with the onions."

"Oh?"

"Don't worry, my stomach can't handle the spice like it used to, so I'll be making a spare batch anyways."

"Then I guess the non-spicy just to be safe."

"Alright, then will you do the chopping Tsuyu?"

"Gladly." She ribbts preparing the necessary tools.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence Tsuyu broke it.

"Umm, where would your restroom be?"

"Oh down the main hall, right at the end. It's only the toilet and sink so don't worry about Katsuki. Just take the side door and make a right." He pointed away not turning his attention from the frying patties.

Tsuyu made her way pass the living room as Mrs. Bakugo and Satsuki stared at some sort of book and Samidare fiddled on his phone. She nears the end of the hall as a separate side door flings open. "Pops! Where's your shampoo!? No way I'm wearing Mom's Fruity crap!" A half naked and dripping Katsuki Bakugo hangs halfway out the door, shouting through the wall.

"Top shelf Katsuki! Don't use too much!" Surprisingly, Mr. Bakugo's shout rang just as clearly.

Katsuki grunted turning to Tsuyu. "What are you lookin' at frog face." He glared.

Her taste in men not withstanding, she couldn't deny that Katsuki was fit. He was one of the muscular boys if his hero costume didn't already prove, at the very least on par with Kirishima, who made no secret of his physique. Not to mention he was soaked and clad in only a towel. She was stunned for as second, as something besides a usual croak got caught her throat.

But she'd be damned if she let him know it.

"An obstacle, now let me through." She responded plainly, trying to look as calm yet disinterested as possible.

"Sass. It's good on you Froppy." he turned away, haphazardly closing the door behind him.

After doing her business and returning to finish the dinner Tsuyu, hands freed, approached the other women. Peeking over Mrs. Bakugo's shoulder, she realized what kind of book it was. A family album. One filled with pictures of a younger Katsuki Bakugo.

"Dinner's ready. Tonight's menu, Hamburger Steak."

"Oh darling. How'd you know?" Mitsuki teased already in the process of setting the table.

"Oh I don't know, maybe I'm just that good a husband." He spoke sarcastically. "Or maybe you thought you could use Katsuki to make your favorite again." the remark was unexpectedly biting, unlike what Tsuyu thought of the man.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She feigned innocence in response. Just then a freshly bathed Katsuki entered clad in a dark orange shirt with a bomb decal and light brown pants. "What are we havin'." He made his seat quickly at the left side of the table.

"Hamburger Steak, your favorite." Masaru answered bringing out a tray with both versions of the patties.

"Bet Ma' planned it."

"Of course, what else is new." both spoke in a harsh tone.

"Hey now you two, no ganging up on Mom." She waved worriedly.

The dinner was just fine, the conversation tended to shift to the common subject, Katsuki. Whether it was him as a student, as a hero, or as a person, it somehow all ended with Mitsuki saying something vaguely insulting at the boy. The atmosphere would grow tense with every passing insult. It came to a head when Satsuki finally intervened.

"Auntie, do you always say mean things to Mr. Katsuki? Don't you love him?" Her words innocent as they were seemed to halt the entire flow in an instant.

"Wha-? Of course I do!" The words of her own mouth left her less than her usual self. "He's my baby, I love him a lot." She continued unsure to herself as to why, she felt embarrassed to do so. And with her being that way Katsuki looked dead inside, he glared at his plate something fierce enough to burn its way to the center of the Earth. Mitsuki Bakugo seemed to actually be stopped in her tracks as she too stared down at her own plate.

Mr. Bakugo on the other hand seemed touched, he clapped to the young girl. "Wonderful Satsuki!" He lauded the girl, lavishing her with compliments. "Mitsuki despite how blunt she can be, isn't the most honest when it really matters." he continued happily ruminating on the family vibes.

The rest of the dinner went off without a hitch and with that they readied to leave.

"Should I drive you home?" Masaru asked, worried for the group. By the time they had finished night had fallen. The stood at the empty street the night lit by disparate streetlights.

"We'll be fine. We couldn't ask for any more Mr. Bakugo"

"Tsu, Dad says he'll pick us up at our station, we should get going."

"Alright."

Katsuki grunted, attempting to leave them behind.

"Katsuki, would you look out for the Asui's for me? I'm positive you'd do it anyways." Masaru asked his son, with the obvious connotation that he expected his son to follow.

He grumbled in acceptance stopping dead in his pace.

"Now you two, thank Mr. Bakugo too." Tsuyu urged her siblings

"Thank you, Mr. Bakugo" Satsuki bobbed her head in animated fashion.

"Thank you, Sir." Samidare bowed as well.

"You're welcome and good night." He waved returning to his home.

There wasn't much to say in terms of the walk back. Satsuki was in a food coma and again Samidare had to carry his comatose sister. They reached their station in no time, the trains were all nearly empty for some odd reason as the children separated from the teens.

"This is our stop. By Tsu, Bakugo." Samidare bowed, Satsuki on his back.

The rest of the way back for the two teens were spent in surprisingly peaceful scilence. Katsuki had nothing to say. Tsuyu knew better than to pry to make a conversation. The commute was simple, curfew was in about half an hour, but they made great time as they made the last 10 minute trek up to U.A.'s gates. Knowing it would be the last chance to say anything for the night to him, Tsuyu took it.

"Your parents are nice..."

"Don't you dare."

"I know."

"Ma's a meddler, Pops' a pushover."

"I can certainly see where you get your personality from."

"I've heard it all before, Froppy. Me and my Mom are the same person, and my Pops' is nothin' like me."

"Maybe at first glance. I suppose your father would seem nothing like you. In fact, if I didn't know any better I'd think he was Midoriya's father."

"You're going to far." He growled as his face scrunched into his meanest stare.

"Let me finish. But seeing just a bit more, he seems like he's got your wit, and just as strong a voice."

"Hmph. Someone noticed." he spoke sarcastically, arms crossed.

"Your parents seem like great people."

"Of course they are. They're my parents."

"Too bad their son, didn't get all their best qualities." she quickly spoke before hopping off ahead.

"Hey! What did you just say!?" he shouted chasing after her.

Off to the side, who else but the resident blab would be there? Back from a night jog, a young man just so happened upon a nice little seen of big bad Katsuki chasing the ever kindly Tsuyu. A Cheshire-like grin spread across his face.

"Just wait 'till the others hear about this." He thought aloud, sneaking his way back to his dorm room.

Just wait.