How long had Bombarda been lazing about? She lost counted and hated it, every single second sounded like an hour every hour felt like a week, every day felt like a year. Don't get her wrong she enjoyed relaxing, taking time, laying back on the sofa but she still…she wasn't used to it especially with her wrist, she should be okay now, she should be…

"Holy shit! Boss! Boss!" Startled, Bombarda jolts up at the panicked voice of Haneul having charged into her training room, where she moves her dumbbell up and down, sat down, earphones lodged into her seat as she listens to the music until being stopped by the voice making her turn to the panicked Haneul.

"What?" Bombarda raises a brow at Haneul seeing the frantic Kane in the doorway, shaking, shuddering.

"That podcast we did people are hating it!" Pained, Kane wails to the high heavens, slowly sliding down the doorway.

"So?" Bored, Bombarda exclaims, her brow furrowed.

"Most likely Hawk stans." Haneul sighs sadly, shaking her head.

"Wait…what?" Bombarda stops in her movements, her brow furrowed from the word.

"Hawk stans you know…?" Haneul hints only to see her blank expression.

"…" Scowling, she stares at Haneul still having no clue how to progress it all.

"You have no real clue do you?" Kane groans, crossing his arms over his chest leaning against the doorframe.

"No but this sounds like some extras are trying to start a fight." Sadistically, she smirks, the fires flickering in her raw reds making the other two grimace, knowing that look far too well.

"Boss you can't call them extras." Kane groans, slowly standing from the doorway.

"What else am I meant to call them?" Calling them stans seems even more sadder. Frowning, Bombarda dictates.

"Boss this is serious these guys can be terrifying!" Haneul hisses.

"Urgh…all because I said I don't like someone." Scowling, Bombarda furrows her brow.

"You said you don't like Hawks." Kane dictates.

"Why does it matter? That isn't his real self, he may act all chummy but at home he's probably bitching behind their backs or some shit." Scowling, Bombarda assumes.

"Huh even Hawks commented on it." Haneul takes note of.

"Oh probably something bitchy backhanded." Bombarda sneers standing from her station.

"Well…" Haneul trails off as Kain peers over her shoulder.

"Sad that I didn't make the best impression on the newest pro in the ranks, maybe we can meet up sometime and get to know one another better." Kane reads out making her groan, rolling her eyes exasperated.

"Nope." Sternly, she states.

"But boss what are you going to do?" Kane argues.

"Train." Bombarda shrugs as she makes her way over to the bench-press.

"Boss you can't just ignore this! Boss!" Haneul calls out but it falls to deaf ears as she pushes them out of the door, leaving her to train or so they thought. After an hour or so of training, Bombarda takes a small swig of her drink by her side, sweat slithering down her features as her raw reds glance down at the phone casted down to the floor. Sighing, she decides to take a look for herself, to see the damage.

Bombarda is so rude she cares about no one but herself

She's just jealous over how successful Hawks is

She's just trying to start controversy so she can stay at the top

She shouldn't even a hero she causes damage while Hawks saves people, he even repairs buildings with his quirk all she does is blow people up

Not to mention Hawk's is so much more handsome than her have you seen those arms?

No girl should be that muscular!

Not to mention her eyes, those eyes are of a villain.

No doubt about it.

She should kill herself!

Agreed. The world would be better off without her.

And here we go with all this useless extra crap tch…all thanks to that fuckin' bird…heh as if I'd give them the satisfaction of letting them get to me. Bombarda tells herself leaning back on the bench press, closing her eyes only then to perk up at the faint vibration of her phone, making her groan. Reluctant raw reds glance down at the phone only to widen at the text displayed.

Hey sweetie you free today?

"Dad…" Gently, Bombarda whispers, her fingertips brushing against the screen, her reds softening sadly at the sight before sighing. It was her day off today maybe it wouldn't hurt to get some fresh air or at the least she could see what's going on…

"Mum let me hold him let me!" Excitedly, the brunette begs her mother holding a baby boy clutched to her chest.

"Alright, alright." Chuckling, Mitsuki smiles down at her baby girl passing the baby boy to her only for their eyes to expand when suddenly, her hands begins to burst, explosions spewing out of her palm.

"Ah!" Teary eyed, the girl screams, the tears freely falling as Mitsuki places her hand over her mouth horrified at the helpless child holding her baby boy erupting in tears further terrifying the girl bursting into tears.

"Katsumi!" Alarmed, Masaru wraps his arms around the sobbing girl tries to at the least but…

"Dad take him, take him, please! PLEASE!" Pleadingly, she begs shoving her baby brother into her father's arms.

"Katsumi!" Concerned, Mitsuki cries out as she screams, blood oozing out of her palms as Masaru gives Katsuki to Mitsuki before returning to the crying girl, crimson spluttering out of her palms, the explosions continuing to sprout, spew out of her hands as she cries helplessly.

"It hurts! It hurts!" Wailing, she screams.

Gently, Masaru places his hands on her shoulders squeezing them, trying to console her through this as a stray strike makes the girl gasp when her father's glasses are casted to the side, crimson coats his cracked lenses making her wail when seeing the crimson currents descending down his temple.

"It's okay Katsumi it's just your quirk this must be your quirk." Attentively, he simply smiles down at the girl, crying her heart out until manging to calm her down.

"Damn kid you got a cool quirk." Impressed, Mitsuki tries to cheer her up but…

"Katsumi…?" Gently, Masaru whispers noting her child staring shakily down at her bloodied, battered, beaten palms.

"I could have hurt him." The young girl whispers.

"Katsumi…" Fretted, Masaru squeezes her shoulders as both he and Mitsuki share a look of concern.

"I could have…I could have killed him…" Shaken, she takes a few steps back horrified staring down at her raw red palms seeing some stains upon the once snow-white garb of the boy erupting into tears as Mitsuki tries to shush him, trying to calm him down.

"That's not true, it was just an accident that's all." Mitsuki tries to calm her down.

"Katsumi…" Masaru sees her shaking raw reds seeing her sniffle.

"I don't want to hurt him I'm meant to protect him aren't I?" Hurt, she whimpers as her father brings her into a hug rocking him back and forth.

"It's alright Katsumi it's alright…" Affectionately, he whispers cradling his baby girl, rocking her back and forth as she cries her heart out, the waterfalls descending down as he holds her, helping her through this…

*What did you think of this chapter? Of Katsumi's dynamic with her family with her baby brother? Would love to know your thoughts!*