TW: mentions of abuse. I'm going to go back and put in TWs from past chapters.

Shouta Aizawa stood in front of the home of Katrina Ayano. Oboro was able to use his charm with the front desk to get Katrina's address. In his crossover backpack rested Atomic's assignments for the young female. His eyes trailed upward to the second story where he saw movement behind a window. He squinted his eyes at the window. His hand was centimeters away from knocking on the door but the front door slowly opened and at the edge of it was Katrina's wary eyes. Katrina spoke softly, "Aizawa-san?"

Shouta fingered the strap of his backpack, "Can I come in?"

Katrina blurted out, "No!"

He raised his eyebrows at the sudden outburst. Katrina quickly looked behind her to see if little boy heard her. Thankfully, he did not. Before the little boy even put a thought in his head to come by the front door to the up stairs, Katrina quickly shuffled out of behind the door closing it softly. Her soft voice came out, "Not here. Let's go."

She grabbed his hand which took him by surprise. Katrina started to drag him far from the home which he started to question, "Why are we going so far away from your house?"

Katrina stopped once she was at her typical playground. She let go of his hand and started to rub her arms. She forgot to get a light jacket. The movement caught Shouta's eyes. His eyes widened by a fraction. Yellows and Browns and Greens littered over her arms and wrists. Shouta grabbed hold of a hand, "What happened?"

Katrina pulled away from his grasp grabbing hold of her wrist gingerly, "No-Nothing."

Shouta didn't buy her excuse. Shouta decided to ask questions that any part of law enforcement would ask, "Have your foster parents harming you?"

The ginger swallowed. Shouta could see her shoulders tense up. The dry eyed hero-in-training was careful when he grabbed her hand. Katrina sputtered out, "W-where are we going?"

Shouta's lips went into a firm line, a scowl. He didn't want to look behind at the girl. He didn't want to see the evidence of abuse. Abuse from someone who should be caring for her. From someone who should treat her with respect and care with love. Katrina didn't put much fight in his pull. She had an idea where their destination would be. She was tired.

Shouta's arms were crossed as he watched officers walk past them. The clerk at the front desk said someone would be right with them. If he was already a hero, he was sure he would get priority. Katrina sat on a bench in the lobby hugging herself. Katrina glanced at Shouta and could see his body tight then looked back down to her feet. She never had the nerve to go to the station while she had literal evidence littered across her appendages. She can hope this would make her transfer to another foster family. Hopefully a better one and not worse.

An officer with a jelly donut stuffed in his mouth walked past the two teens before the fiery hair color caught the corner of his eye. He backtraced his steps and muffled her name, "Katrima?"

Katrina looked up seeing the familiar officer. The same officer who took her to her foster home with the other one. His eyes searched the girl while he swallowed hard. Shouta cleared his throat, "Are you going to help? We've been waiting for 15 minutes."

Hikaru Inoue nodded, "Yeah, of course."

He briefly noticed markings on her arms. He held out a hand, "Let's uh, go this way to a private room."

Katrina looked at Shouta as to figure out what the officer was saying. She only got part of it. Shouta could feel her eyes on him before he turned to her. He held out a hand for her to take. She looked at his hand then at him. Shouta nodded to show for her to trust him and the officer. Katrina hesitantly reached and placed her hand into his. His hand felt warm and reassuring. It made her feel warm inside. Shouta turned to the officer, "Lead the way."

Hikaru was about to object the male teen to come with but decided against it. The girl already had issues communicating so maybe this classmate of hers could help. The two teens followed the officer to the back of the station where interview rooms are held. Hikaru stopped at a door, "Do you need anything to eat or drink?"

Katrina answered, "Water, please."

Hikaru gave a nod and was about to fetch it for her but the male teen piped up, "Do you mind if I call a friend who can help translate? His english is better than mine."

Hikaru looked past the boy to the girl who hugged herself with her free hand. He gave a nod, "Sure."

Shouta used his free hand and dug out his flip phone. The officer took one more glance at the two teens before heading off to get the girl water. Shouta turned to Katrina, "I'm going to ask Hizashi to come to help translate."

Katrina understood most of the Japanese words but there would be times where there would be different words be used instead of a word she already learned. It makes the sentence she translates into English in her head sound really weird. There's so much to remember and figure out.

In the private room, Katrina sat with a U.A jacket for a male around her shoulders. She haven't released Shouta's hand. It was comforting. He sat to her left and Hizashi Yamada sat to her right. His orange lenses sat down the bridge of his nose. Hikaru had a notepad and some extra papers for abuse victims. Hikaru spoke softly as not to startle the girl, "Start whenever whether it be in English or Japanese."

Hizashi watched Katrina to see if she understood that or not. She nodded. She took in a deep breath, "I prefer to speak in English for now. I'm not comfortable enough to speak fully in Japanese at least in this situation."

Hizashi translated without skipping a beat. Shouta gave the girl a reassuring squeeze to let her know he is there. The two aren't close but he couldn't help it.

Hikaru rubbed his forehead to try to smooth out the forehead line forming deep into his skin. What the young teen gave him was disturbing. He would send the report and let his chief dish out the punishment for the foster family. Right now he has a teen who now doesn't have a home. He will send an officer or two to pick up her stuff. Katrina hugged the black haired teen's jacket to herself. Hikaru rubbed the back of his neck, "You can stay at my home till we can find you another foster family."

Katrina felt her shoulders sag at the sound of new foster family. Hikaru couldn't promise the next one would be a great one or not. All foster families pass through hoops to become one. He's surprised the one she was with abused her like that and allowed the foster sibling forcing her to use her quirk like that. He hoped the next one would be fine. Hizashi looked over at his English speaking friend. Shouta stood beside the blond. Hizashi decided to cheer up the girl, "Hey Kat. Tomorrow after school, if you're up for it we are going to be training. Shou got his support item yesterday. I know you're in the support class but it may be a change of scenery."

Shouta heard his nickname spew out of his best friend's mouth. He also took notice of a nickname for Katrina. Katrina spoke softly, "Sure. I... I'd love that."

Hizashi smiled big wrapped an arm around Shouta's neck, "Kat here is going to join us in training tomorrow after school."

Hizashi's voice, surprisingly, went real quiet whispering to his friend's ear, "Maybe you can show off and she would like that. I seen the way you two hold hands."

Shouta elbowed Hizashi hard in the stomach. He rolled his eyes. Katrina's lips turned upward into a smile. Shouta caught it out of the corner of his eye before turning fully to her smile. He can safely say, to himself only, he liked her smile and he wanted to keep her smiling.

A/N: Sorry for the long af hiatus! I didn't know what to write and I had a TON of things happening in real life. New life basically as a first time parent. The baby is a whirlwind. Anyways I hope you guys like it! I will have to go back into previous chapters later (not when I'm about to go to bed like now) and add some TW just in case. I just never really thought about it as I write cause I just write to get a creative fix since I'm not artsy crafty but have a huge imagination or thoughts.