"Mr Bakugo." Meekly, the voice calls out snapping Masaru out of his thoughts, turning to stare down at his phone silent.
"S-Sorry just thinking…What is it?" Masaru questions him.
"Your wife she…broke a table." He reveals.
"ARGUH THAT FUCKING BRAT! WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK IS CALLING ME AN OLD HAG!?" Mad, Mitsuki screams, screeching to the high heavens standing over the shattered shards of the table.
"I-I'm sure if we all just take a deep breath and…" Meekly, Masaru tries to calm the situation but…
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING ON YOUR PHONE ANYWAY?" Angrily, Mitsuki turns to him.
"W-Well…I..I phoned Katsumi." Masaru informs her.
"Let me guess voice mail." Mitsuki huffs placing her hands on her hips, her tone softening.
"Y-Yeah but I texted her so she should see it at the least." Optimistically, Masaru points out.
"Urgh that brat thinking pushing us away will help the matter why can't she just take a break and relax?" Mitsuki sighs shaking her head.
"You know how heroes are." Gently, Masaru places his hand on her shoulder feeling her shoulders turn slack.
"I know how my daughter is and if she keeps pushing herself she'll collapse. I love her I do. I'm proud of the little shit with her dedication and drive but she needs to learn when to take a step back, slow down and take a moment honestly. Katsuki is going to U.A no doubt about it I'm sure he'd appreciate some advice maybe she can get through to that dumbass." Grumpily, Mitsuki huffs.
"M-Maybe…" Masaru smiles softly at the thought, his brow furrowing at the thought of both his baby boy and girl…
"And another clean-cut win for the dynamic dynamite that is Katsumi Bakugo, will anyone ever be a threat to her?!" Loudly, the announcer declares as the young Katsuki's ruby red glisten alongside a pair of green by his side. They watch in awe at the sport festival, seeing the wide screen of a younger Katsumi in the U.A unform propelling herself over the machines standing in her path leaving her classmates in the dust as she spins, twirls then lands, going on ahead of her classmates as behind her not far long is a girl perched upon a snow-white cloud, easily floating over the machines. Trailing behind them, the floor begins to shake, tremble as a young boy with plum hair slams his hand down on the floor, releasing tremor after tremor watching the robotic creatures come crashing down and once the coast is clear, he along with the other classmates continue on with the race.
"Go sis! Go! Beat them up! Show them what for!" Excitedly, the young Katsuki screams as he is held in a younger Masara's lap with Inko and Mitsuki by his side, Izuku on his mother's lap as they watch the scene paly out from her propelling herself easily over the canyons of rope with the cloud catching up, trying fire spark after spark at her but she easily avoids said strikes while the boisterous boy behind them, crawls across the rope, shaking, trembling shivering from the dark depths of the cavern below, his teeth chattering as he slowly but surely makes his way through.
"And there's Katsumi blasting her way to first place! Dynamiiite!" The announcer declares as she blasts her way to first place crossing that line causing the crowd to roar as the cloud passed by. Seething, she slams her fist into the cloud below her only to squeak when said cloud disperse causing her to come crashing down on her behind hissing, glaring daggers at the smirking brunette behind her while at the far back, heaving, huffing, panting, the plum haired boy comes crashing down to the ground, foam spewing out of his shaken pale features. Now nothing more than a crawling mess managing to make it pass the line before collapsing, his ghost floating out of his body.
"G-Go B-Big sis Katsumi!" Meekly, Midoriya cries out as the event changes to her standing in a box, turning to look up in their direction and winking making the young Midoriya beam brightly, a huge ruby red tint to his freckled cheeks.
"Oooh watch out Masaru seems my Izuku has a little crush." Inko calls out shyly making him chuckle.
"Hah that's my girl!" Proudly, Mitsuki declares.
"Izuku you're so useless there's no way my big sis would waste her time on you let alone could be your sister!" Smugly, Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest proudly.
"B-But it's what auntie and her told me to call her." Shyly, Midoriya stares down at his fidgeting fingertips in dejection.
"She ain't your sister she's mine got it! We both got the same quirk see! I'm going to be the best just like her, I'm going to win the festival just like her when I'm older and I'm going to win just like her! Go sis beat their ass!" Animatedly, the young Bakugo declares smirking smugly as Midoriya's green shimmer slightly from his words watching on as she delivers one hit knock outs on each and every opponent until…
"And here we have the winner Katsumi Bakugo!" The announcer declares as All Might stands before the crowd making both boys squeal at the sight.
"It's All Might!" Midoriya whispers in awe as they watch him reward the third-place student, the second place student being a scowling raven haired girl, standing tall albeit battered while first place stands the smirking Katsumi her arms crossed over her chest.
"Impressive work young Katsumi you have a promising future no doubt about it." All Might congratulates her.
"Thank you All Might." Modestly, she bows her head as the boy's gush in awe as he hands the medal over, draping it over her shoulders, making her the victor of the first-year division sports festival.
"Look don't be worried about what those idiots online say." Softly, she smiles at her husband gently placing her fist to his shoulder lighting hitting his shoulder, snapping him out of his visit down memory lane.
"So you saw…" Masaru's eyes soften sadly.
"I saw it all. My daughter may have a loudmouth but at least she is willing to say what is needed to be said." Proudly, Mitsuki beams brightly.
"I just hope she's okay." Masara confesses bowing his head.
"Honey she's Katsumi, she's our kid, she's been through worse than this besides when has what anyone said to her get to her? You know how she is. She's stronger, she's better than that, above those assholes hiding behind their screens." Proudly, Mitsuki declares smirking smugly.
"Yeah…you're right. Thanks sweetheart." Masaru smiles softly at his wife.
"Hey I'm always here. NOW WHERE IS THAT LITTLE SHIT OF A KID!?" Bellowing Mitsuki roars, raising her voice snarling, screeching as she stomps around, looking for the little shit of the mad model.
"Dad?" Katsumi calls out peering into the studio, her brow furrowed from the chaos unveiling itself before her from frightened models huddled into a corner to makeup artists whimpering holding one another under the food table. Her ears picking up the familiar screech of her mother barking at the people, fury laced in her tone. She wears a baggy green camouflage jacket, a loose baggy grey shirt with coal black distressed jeans and brown combat boots matching the faint tinges of brown in her green camouflage jacket draped over her form.
"K-Katsumi…s-sweetie h-hi." Meekly, Masaru greets his daughter shakily standing from the hand stretched out to him.
"What…what'cha doing down there?" Sweat dropping, Katsumi arches a brow at the sight of her father huddled, hiding behind a sofa tossed to the ground, she tips her up hat up slightly. Her hat is a coal black tip with the main base being camouflage.
"Um well…" Shyly, he scratches the back of his neck.
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN THE LIGHTNING ISN'T RIGHT!? WHY CAN'T YOU DUMBASSES DO ANYTHING FUCKING RIGHT!? YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB! ONE FUCKING JOB!" Screeching, Mitsuki snaps at the people making her sweat drop.
"Oh." Katsumi sweat drops at the passion that was her mother in her zone.
"Y-Yeah." Shyly, he smiles.
"Did you even try?" Tiredly, she sighs slumping her shoulders, she loved her father truly she did she just wished he grew some form of dominance then again with his mother, it was a one-sided fight from the very beginning.
"W-Well…there's…this model, he's a child but he may have a bit of an attitude and well you know your mother…" Happily, he takes her hand, beaming brightly down at his little girl.
"YOU'RE OLD AND GROSS!" Katsumi whistles impressed by the boy's balls to say something like that to her mother oh boy, oh boy…
"Now listen here you little shit…" Mitsuki growls, her eye twitching.
"Welp this brings back memories. Why don't you talk to ma?" Katsuki smirks fondly at the sight before turning to her father.
"What about you?" Masaru questions her.
"Let me have a crack at the kid." She tells him.
"You sure?" Masaru raises a brow.
"It won't hurt to try." Katsumi shrugs as she heads towards the kid, her ears perking up at the sound of murmuring.
"That little brat I'm late for my other shoot…"
"Yeah I should leave but he's here."
"It's so rare to see him model"
"Katsumi's raw red twitches from the models huddled, gossiping, staring at another fashion shoot taking place close by she assumes from another studio as she stares down at the boy before her.
"Hey kid…" Katsumi crouches down to the child's level perched upon a box, sniffling, whimpering the boy had ginger roots with freckles with warm brown eyes.
"What?" Rudely, the boy glares at her but she simply stares back.
"What's your name?" She questions.
"What's it to you?" He huffs as the two simply stare before she reaches out and…flicks him.
"Ow!" Whining, he clutches his temple.
"Stop being a pain in the ass." Frankly, she states to the kid earning a few looks of surprise.
"Or what?" He challenges glaring back at her.
"Or this." She repeats the flick.
"Owie you're mean!" Mad, he slams his foot down on the ground.
"And so is she right?" Smirking, Katsumi asks.
"Super mean." He nods his head.
"Let me guess she nags, shouts and clicks you on the back of the head." Easily, she lists off smirking.
"Well not the last one…" Meekly, he bows his head.
"Oooh well aren't you lucky. She may act like a pain in the ass but let me tell you this, she's super tough but she does it cause she's really passionate about her work. How would you feel if you spent hours on something but someone tore it all apart?" Gently, she questions the boy bowing his head as she waits for him to answer.
"…Sad. But she's like a villain and I wanna be a hero my quirk hasn't appeared yet but I wanna be like Bombarda so I have to stop villains like her." Passionately, he confesses after a minute.
"Bombarda?" She raises a brow, a small smirk forming upon her lips.
"She's so cool! And awesome! Tch I can't believe I have to model with the guy who caused all that drama!" Angrily, the boy huffs crossing his arms over his chest.
"Drama? Is that why you're acting up?" Curious, she questions him.
"Yeah! Thanks to him people are saying mean things online about her it's unfair only cause he's pretty do they care!" Huffing, the boy grumbles bringing a small smile to her lips unaware of a pair of gold gleaming at the sight.
"You're not wrong there. But you want to know something kid?" Smirking, she asks him patting his head.
"What?" He looks up at her seeing her forefinger pinching the tip of her hat.
"I doubt Bombarda gives a rat's ass about them." Intensely, she tells him making his eyes expand.
"You think so? I know how words sting so…" Solemnly, he bows his head.
"I know so. Letting people's words influence you is letting them win, screw 'im." Smirking, she tells the kid.
"You sound just like…" Excited, the boy begins only to gasp, his eyes widening when it all clinks, he opens his mouth only to be stopped by the hat plopped on his head.
"Tell you what if you do this shoot I'll sign this hat of yours." Cheekily, she winks at him.
"This hat of mine? You're giving it to me!?" Excited, he smiles.
"Why not?" Smirking, she shrugs.
"R-Really?" Excited, he beams brightly.
"Really. But let's keep this a secret between us future heroes yeah? How about this hat secure this promise yeah?" Smirking, she plops the hat down upon the wide-eyed boy beaming brightly at the hat plopped on his head, unaware of a pair of gold warningly watching the interaction as the girls cling to his side while he happily listens to the two before him.
"YEAH! TAHNK YOU SO MUCH BO-I MEAN THANK YOU LADY!" Quickly, he corrects himself saluting her making her chuckle standing up unaware of a pair of gold dilating from the bright broad beam from the blonde, feeling a faint wave of heat cross his cheeks from such a smile.
"What did you do?" Amazed, Masaru questions his daughter turning to her.
"Guess all my years having a mother like you paid off to think all I had to think was what would Mitsuki NOT do." Jokingly, she hollers.
"Katsumi…" Icily, the voice calls out making Katsumi flinch, freezing up, a shy sweat slithering down her temple as she turns to smile anxiously at the blonde before her, hands on her hops slowly but surely with purposefully steps making her way over her daughter.
"Well this humour has gotten you your shoot so…" Smugly, Katsumi smirks at her mother, hands on her hips, her raw red twitching into a similar shade to her own as the battle between both women sparks with Masaru smiling uneasily, dread flowing through him, knowing too well where this is going…
"Katsumi…" Scowling, Mitsuki furrows her at her daughter, a hand on her hip.
"Hello to you too old hag." Casually, Katsumi greets her.
"The fuck you call me?!" Mad, Mitsuki snaps at her daughter.
"Old hag." Unfazed, Katsumi shrugs.
"K-Katsumi please!" Pleadingly, Masaru begs both her daughter and wife, trying to stop the fight from breaking out but…
"I'm your fucking mother treat me with some god damn respect!" Irritated, Mitsuki snaps at her.
"Maybe if you earned that fucking respect I would." Crudely, Katsumi counters.
"The fuck you say!?" Mitsuki snarls.
"You fucking heard me!?" Katsumi snaps back as Mitsuki stuts over to her, raising her hand, swiftly striking down at her head making her shake, feeling her blood boil, grinding her teeth together as the others watch the two volcanoes worriedly surprised to see the pro not raise her hand to her mother.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DUMBASS?! NO VISITS, NO PHONECALLS, NOTHING!" Enraged, Mitsuki snarls snapping at her daughter, swiftly striking down at her head again.
"I DID THAT TO PROTECT YOU DUMBASS!" She snaps back yelling at her.
"OH DON'T HIDE BEHIND THAT FUCKUNG EXCUSE KATSUMI YOU JUST DON'T LIKE TALKING TO PEOPLE YOU NEVER HAD AND NEVER WILL." Sternly, Mitsuki rolls her eyes at her daughter glaring to the side, puffs of hot air emitting from her, pouting almost as a crowd soon forms between the two, unaware of a certain model mischievously smirking at the amusing sight.
"AND WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT!?" Katsumi snarls at her.
"WE'RE FAMILY DUMBASS WE AIN'T YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS WE'RE YOUR FUCKING FAMILY! DUMBASS!" Swiftly, she karate chips her head once more making her seethe, shake snarl but still does nothing as her mother yells, nags, berates her daughter.
"BITCH! I'M PROTECTING YOU!" Offended, Katsumi barks back at her.
"OH DON'T USE THAT SHITTY EXCUSE ON ME DUMBASS!" Mitsuki screams at her daughter.
"G-Guys come l-let's not fight…" Feebly, Masaru calls out trying to intervene only to squeak back as both women turn to glare, raw red hues of fury, of rage, of intensity glare down at the meek Masaru bowing, shrinking from the sheer fury flowing between both women making the others watch on gawk at the sight of the dejected father curled in a corner, wallowing at his so called attempt of dominance.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY? SPEAK UP HONEY!" Sternly, Mitsuki tells her husband wallowing in the corner.
"YEAH IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY GROW SOME BALLS AND FUCKING SAY IT!" Fed up, Katsumi snaps back at her father wallowing making her blood boil at her coward of a father only to grimace at the sharp slap to the back of her head once more making her bow her head, her body shaking, quivering, quaking, her raw red twitching looking like a volcano about to burst.
"DON'T SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER LIKE THAT!" Severely, Mitsuki places her hands on her hips.
"I'LL TALK TO HIM HOWEVER I GOD DAMN WANT!" Boisterously, she bellows back giving her the middle finger.
"KATSUMI! WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN?" Frustrated, Mitsuki demands from her daughter.
"WHY DON'T YOU OLD HAG!?" Fuming, Katsumi barks back at her.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED YOUR FATHER AND I WAS FOR YOU WITH THE SHIT YOU'VE GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO!? BAKUGO LOOKS UP TO YOU HE'S BEEN ACTING LIKE A SHITHEAD SINCE YOU MOVED OUT!" Mitsuki explains to her making her grumble, glaring to the side, crossing her arms over her chest when hearing the name drop.
"HE'S A BRAT HE'LL GROW OUT OF IT. IT AIN'T MY FUCKING PROBLEM TO DEAL WITH I HAVE MORE SHIT TO DEAL WITH THAN HIM!" Screaming, she snaps back at him unable of Masaru slowly standing having recovered himself turning to stare at the feuding females before him and sighing.
"HE'S YOUR BROTHER!" Mitsuki snaps back at her.
"HE'S HIS OWN PERSON WITH HIS SHITTY ATTIUDE HE'LL LEARN THE HARDWAY." Firmly, she shouts back at her.
"THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE YOU DUMBASS ATLEAST SEND HIM A TEXT TO TELL HIM YOU'RE ALIVE FOR FUCK SAKE! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE'VE BEEN WITH WHAT THOSE DAMN BASTARDS SAID ABOUT YOU ONLINE THANKS TO THE LOUDMOUTH OF YOURS!" Engaged, Mitsuki explains tugging at Katsumi's cheek making her eye twitch from the sharp searing sensation.
"AND YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT THE OPINION OF SOME EXTRAS HIDING BEHIND A GOD DAMN SCREEN!" Cackling, she bursts into a hollow chuckle at the thought giving the middle finger to her mother only to grimace when once again, a hand is slammed down on her head making her grumble glaring at her mother.
"How about we just go outside Mitsuki take some air?" Pleadingly, Masaru makes his way to both women, glaring at him but with less intensity, exhaustion soon flowing through the veins of both hot-headed women.
"Tch fine Katsumi come on!" Sternly, Mitsuki orders.
"Yeah, yeah…" Tiredly, Katsumi slumps her shoulders, gingerly touching her shoulder, slowly shuffling out of the room.
"Those people aren't human." Shaken the models whimpers, watching the family leave the studio.
"Now that you've both said what you wanted…" Masaru smiles hopeful at the two, turning to see Mitsuki crossing her arms looking expectantly at the exasperated Katsumi sighing slumping her shoulders.
"Sorry for calling you a old hag how about we talk this civility over lunch. Sighing, Katsumi offers her mother adjusting her purse strap.
"Now sounds like more like it and an extra shopping trip. I found this cute top that I know would suit you, especially with the top ten coming up." Slyly, she tells the two.
"But I'll be in my hero…" Katsumi begins but…
"And you're paying." Sternly, she cuts her daughter off making Katsumi sigh slumping her shoulders.
"Yes m-Wait…what!?" Alarmed, Katsumi jolts up.
"Good." Smiling, Mitsuki grabs her daughter by the collar of her jacket beginning to drag her away.
"Wait what!? I didn't agree to this oi ol-" Angry, Katsumi begins but falter from the tug forward.
"What was that?" Sternly, Mitsuki raises her voice making Katsumi groan, a wave of exhaustion washing over her.
"N-Nothing." Tiredly, she sighs slumping her shoulders, having no energy left to shout making Mitsuki smile.
"That's what I thought." Victorious, Mitsuki smiles.
"Is it safe to come out?" A familiar voice hollers making Katsumi scowl.
"Ah Hawks apologies for the drama." Masaru turns to smile at him.
"It's alright who knew I'd bump into you again." Amused, Hawks approaches the glaring Katsumi.
"…" Silently, she glares at his gold, glaring down at the hand offered to her.
"You know each other?" Masaru arches a brow.
"Sadly." Coldly, Katsumi sneers disgust laced in her tone only making Hawks chuckle.
"I like to think fortunately." Optimistically, he smiles winking only to see her firm frown.
"Come back to me when your eyes match your face." Coolly, Katsumi brushes him off, her tone ice cold as a pair of flicking flames glare into a pair of glimmering gold, dilated blanking out the girls glued to his side, glaring daggers at her.
"K-Katsumi h-hey!" Meekly, Masaru calls out to her reaching out to her, his tone feeble.
"Come on Ma you found some top right?" Tiredly, Katsumi scratches the back of her neck, furrowing her brow at her mother's small smile, looping her arm over Katsumi as she begins talking, dragging Katsumi out of there. Masaru sighs bowing his head, slumping his shoulders in defeat when watching the two brush him off and leave, unaware of Hawke's gold glare narrow at the fleeting figure of Katsumi leaving.
