"Mitsuki, Mitsuki!" Mayumi excitedly called her, "It's been so long!" she clasps both of her hands together.
Mitsuki Bakugou chuckled, "It's only been two weeks, Mayumi. Two weeks." she waved at her, anyways. "You're alone today?"
"As usual, Hiroto isn't around." she says while pulling Mitsuki over the couch. There, tea had been prepared already. "He's been so busy lately, It's pissing me off!"
"I can't blame you." Mitsuki replied before sipping on her tea; "If Masaru wasn't around 90% of the time I really would feel the same. But try to understand him, Mayumi. You gotta give him a beating, though!"
"I've been trying." she groans like a little child. "Oh, yeah, he wanted to meet your Katsuki too! He's been blabbering on why I always mention him, that old fart!" Mayumi had been childish around Mitsuki, that's... expected.
Mitsuki almost spat the tea out, "What for? He won't like his potty mouth. I mean he's a good kid, but—"
"He's saying I always end up mentioning Katsuki when we talk about are daughter, what's so wrong with that? Momo had been telling me stuff; and the maids, too!"
"What, what about the maids?"
"Oh, you know, Kyoko and the others? They keep telling me about Katsuki bringing her home. Well, I've been hearing from her too, but she doesn't tell me too much." she pouts. "Mr. Taka also told me that he'd hear Momo calling Katsuki."
Mitsuki chuckles. That's not her child! Maybe a different Katsuki! "That's definitely not him! He doesn't like girls!" she stopped; "Although he does seem... I dunno? Katsuki doesn't open up to me at all." she admitted.
"I guess he just grew up like that?"
"It was my fault. I never took the initiative ever since he was a kid, that's why he's like that now. But to be frank, Momo-chan is a good influence on him."
Mayumi pouted, "Hmm, does he like my Momo?"
Mitsuki nervously laughed. No way, no way, right? Katsuki never even showed her his initiatives towards other girls. He never even mentioned Momo when he was a kid, so what happened? "I don't know. Whatever it is, It's not my place to meddle with."
"Why is it not? We're the parents." she crosses her arms. "Ah, but it's not like I dislike Katsuki or anything! I actually like him a lot."
Mitsuki laughed out loud. "I know, I know, you loved playing with his hair when he was a kid, too! I don't know how you managed to like a gaudy kid."
"'Cause he reminds me of you, no?" Mayumi had a playful look on her face. "You should come over with Katsuki sometimes! Hiroto wanted to meet him for some reason."
"Sure; but I don't know when. Both our children are aspiring to be heroes... and now they're in dormitories. Seriously, I feel old already."
"Stop humbling yourself! Your quirk makes your skin so flawless and pretty, I'm so jealous!" she encouraged her. "While me, I had to pay a lot to dermatologists, my quirk's so useless, honestly."
"Mayumi, you're the one humbling yourself, you dork!" she laughed, "Seriously, what's so useless about being able to replicate things?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe I just like authentic things, idiot Mitsuki! Why would I want to replicate something, anyways? If anything I'd love it if my quirk is like Hiroto's."
"Hiroto's quirk... It's not that special, errr... for people who aren't smart, I guess."
"And I'm smart, see."
"Show-off!"
