"Sorry about all that, work's been hectic recently." Exhausted, Mitsuki groans, combing her fingertips through her sharp spiky blonde roots, tugging at them briefly before furrowing her brow at her daughter, sipping her mint coffee.

"It's fine I could only imagine…" Katsumi sighs slumping her shoulders, too tired to argue.

"Still nothing compared to the shitshow you've managed to talk yourself into." Mitsuki chuckles making Katsumi scowl, groaning at the memory.

"So I don't like someone what's the big deal?" Frustrated, she questions her mother mystified.

"The big deal is when it's someone everyone loves, a model at that. He isn't a part of the top ten for his power." Mitsuki points out.

"No he's there for licking the heel of the public." Poisonously, she sneers.

"You don't know him." Sternly, Mitsuki reminds her making her groan leaning back on her seat.

"I know his type, people like him enjoy toying with people, manipulating, backstabbing. The best thing I can do is keep away from him." Honestly, Katsumi explains to her mother, he knew the playboy type and knew they were more trouble than they were worth.

"There you go being all paranoid again assuming shit. What did I say assumptions do?" Sternly, Mitsuki reaches out, lightly chopping her head making her hiss, coughing from the abrupt hit.

"Make an ass out of you and me." Coughing, she cradles her throat, grumbling glaring at her mother.

"Damn right." Mitsuki smirks crossing her arms over her chest, warmth in her raw reds.

"But come on mum, you agree don't you see the bull in all this? There isn't a single person everyone just loves." Katsumi reasons to her mother who sighs.

"I know that sweetie I do but you know how people can be, you know how the media can twist your words." Worriedly, Mitsuki reaches over, placing her hand over her daughter's robotic hand making her sigh.

"Don't I know it?" Tensely, Katsumi removes her hand sliding it off the table, shyly shoving her sleeve down.

"You saw first-hand what they can do that's why you need to be careful, you need to watch that loud mouth of yours." Gently, she smiles as she reaches to pinch her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah…" Katsumi rolls her eyes whacking the hand away.

"I'm being serious sweetheart. If you had seen what those bastards had been saying arugh I'm so pissed just thinking about it." Sternly, Mitsuki reminds her only then to slam her fist down, cracks forming from the sheer strength of her mother's hit making Katsumi sigh unfazed by her mother's strength.

"It's fine, I've seen it anyway." Aloofly, Katsumi exclaims as she reaches into her pocket, ready to pay for said damage.

"You have?" Mitsuki arches a brow surprised.

"A bit and honestly…it's fine." Katsumi shrugs.

"How is it fine?" Frowning, Mitsuki questions her daughter.

"Because it doesn't matter, none of their views matter what matters is me doing my job at the end of the day. It'll blow over in a week or so…" Lazily, Katsumi brushes it off.

"Honestly the stuff they've written makes me wonder why you should risk your life for them." Growling, Mitsuki crosses her arms over her chest. Katsumi carefully takes the mug away from her mother when noting her fidgeting fingertips tightly coiled around her fingertips prior.

"Not everyone is like that, heck the reason that kid acted out was because of the drama trying to defend me." Katsumi informs her mother.

"Why not say something? Shut their traps!" Mitsuki snaps.

"And have the vultures have a field day? No way. Besides I have nothing more to say I'm not going to apologize for what I think and if people don't like it, fine. They do them and I'll do me. What matters at the end of the day is doing my job and saving these people no matter their beliefs, their hopes, their dreams…" Dutifully, Katsumi explains to Mitsuki her raw reds widening when hearing her daughter's words, a small smile of pride appearing upon her lips.

"I'm proud of you sweetie." Touched Mitsuki smiles at her startling her.

"Oh…thanks? I'm just glad you're not getting involved." Katsumi sighs relieved.

"Oh there have been a fair few times but some accounts defending you have said exactly what I thought at least without my charm." Mitsuki takes out her phone.

"You mean your curses." Curtly, Katsumi deadpans.

"Oi you little shit you should be grateful, there's this stan account of you!" Angrily, she shoves her phone in Katsumi's face frowning when seeing the profile picture of her walking the streets, holding a familiar shopping bag.

"Wait…I have stan's?" Shaken, Katsumi grimaces at the thought.

"You have stans." Merrily, Mitsuki confirms.

"No…." Katsumi bows her head, head in hands horrified.

"Yes!" Mitsuki fist bumps the air.

"Kill me." Katsumi groans, face planting the table.

"So…you seeing anyone?" Suggestively, she wiggles her brow at her daughter."

"Mum!" Scowling, Katsumi snaps at her mother, slamming her fist into the table, cracks spewing out as she groans, mentally noting to give them a check for the table, ignoring the blistering heat to her cheeks.

"You're just like you're father, he was always so easy to fluster." Fondly, Mitsuki leans into the plush pillow of her palm.

"I like to think I have the willpower to say no and besides I'm busy I don't have time for it." Katsumi reminds her mother.

"But I want grandkids." Playfully, Mitsuki argues.

"You're most likely candidate is Bakugo knocking up some poor girl." Frankly, Katsumi deadpans.

"Katsumi!" Mitsuki hits the back of her head.

"What? He's a growing boy, he has needs…" Katsumi points out.

"Like his need to see his big sister." Curtly, Mitsuki hints.

"Okay could we not…I know what you're trying to say but that…urgh…" Disgusted, Katsumi grimaces scowling at her mother.

"Katsumi just listen. He's really aiming for U.A but with the way he is right now. You need to talk to him, we've tried talking to him but you know how he is. We think he's going through his rebellious phase." Mitsuki sighs.

"Wasn't he born in his rebellious phase?" Katsumi sweat drops remembering her screaming father as Bakugo exploded and easily beat up her meek father, resulting in her swooping in and easily bonking him at the back of the head.

"Katsumi I'm being serious." Severely, Mitsuki exclaims making her sigh.

"I know mum I just…I can't make any promises though mum. I'll try…that's all I can say." Sighing, Katsumi tells her mother making her smile softly, nodding her head in understanding as the two si[ their respective drinks, continuing to enjoy their lunch…

"You want me to what?" Hawks blinks adjusting his visor as he stands before the hero commission taken aback by their decision.

"Keep an eye on Bombarda." The president reveals to Hawks.

"Bombarda…?" Hawks arches a brow, his gold narrowing, that name sounded familiar…

"She's strong, her quirk explosion allows her to explode things." The president informs Hawks his eyes expanding at such a destructive quirk.

"Seriously? And she's not at the top already with that sort of quirk geez how crappy is her personality…" Playfully, he wiggles a brow, a glint gleaming in his eye at the thought.

"Pretty crappy. But it's also due to her constant rejection of sponsorship, deals and merch. She also refuses to ever team up with other agencies and yet with her work, she has reached the title of 4th best hero." Yokumira fills him in.

"She has?" Surprised, Hawks exclaims a part of him impressed.

"We believe it to be her sidekicks influence. He is a famous influencer on the internet and likes to include her in his work whether that be from podcast and to other means. Not to mention the Korean hero no doubt appealed to a few minorities." Yokumira explains.

"So she isn't above sponsorship deals." Intrigued, Hawks remarks.

"She is. We believe she only agreed due to being her sidekick but when we asked her if she never consider appearing on president Mic's show she refused. She refuses to go on any sort of show." Yokumira sighs slumping his shoulders exhaustion etched into his fatigued facial features.

"So these podcasts must be pretty popular." Hawks gathers.

"They are. She has a fair few followers but we doubt she even realizes that. She's a rather private person." Yokumira adds.

"Can't you rig them? It wouldn't be the first time you did that." Hawke points out making the group go silent from his words, eyes narrowing at his small smirk.

"We've done so in the past. She even asked us the same thing when we told her but the public have demanded it saying things like if Endeavour can be on the top ten why not Bombarda, her work levels his according to some sources." The president elaborates.

"So even she doesn't want to be in the top ten. Wonder why that is." Amused, Hawkes places his forefinger over his lips.

"She knows what it means to be in the public eye hence her numerous attempts at trying to avoid it. She'll know we'll nag and such but won't listen to us however if we have someone like you keeping her on track." The president informs him.

"You think she'll be the ideal hero for the top ten." Hawks gathers.

"Exactly. You're close to her age she may listen to you more." Yukimura reasons.

"Right so befriend this girl got it. I won't let you down…" Coyly, Hawks winks as he then heads to the door, leaving the commission.

Calmly, Hawks flies through the sky, his wings outstretched as he has his visor on, his ears listening to his headphones, listening to the podcast playing…

"So have you guys ever had a hamburger with just the patty?" Curious, Sparks questions.

"You mean the heathen way." Disgusted, Bombarda crosses her arms over her chest.

"It's not the heathen way." Frustrated, Spark snaps.

"Yes it is you cannot talk Mr cut crust off his sandwiches I see you do it." Intensely, Bombarda points out bringing a small smirk to Hawks' lips amused at the sheer intensity of her sharp snap.

"Technically that's Firefly." Feebly, Spark tries to argue as Hawks looks down to see her pointing at the girl who he assumed to be Firefly behind the camera with the two in front talking.

"It's still fucking wrong back at home if I even left a smidge of food let alone crust I'd be hit at the back of the head." Bombarda exclaims.

"Yes well my mother loved me." Sparks states.

"And my mother didn't god damn spoil me I'd have that shit shoved down my throat if I didn't eat it. " Crudely, Bombarda counters causing a small snicker to escape Hawks' lips.

"I was not spoiled." Spark huffs crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aww can little Spark not handle the bread nor the tomato is it too much for his itty bitty stomach don't worry we'll cut it out for you." Mockingly, Bombarda puts on a baby tone making the blonde before the brunette pout as Hawks places his hand over his mouth trying to hide the small smirk from growing wider.

"It's just a different way to enjoy meat." Spark sighs slouching in his seat now.

"Yeah just like when you go to preschool and your mum gives you veg in a bag with your milk but milk's too much so mummy dearest gives you fucking juice." Fuming, Bombarda exclaims.

"That's like saying I can't have olives on their own!" Sparks points out.

"Who the fuck has olives on their own!?" Horrified, Bombarda questions personally offended almost.

"I do." Firefly's voice echoes.

"What is wrong with you?" Disgusted, Bombarda turns towards the camera as Hawks can't help but

"And you call me a fussy eater." Smirking, Spark leans back on his seat.

"Olives are god damn atrocities to mankind. I don't get people who have it with martini's those are dry as heck having the olive only makes it taste like paint." Frankly, Bombarda explains.

"And you know this?" Sceptical, Spark arches a brow.

"I was a creative child." Bombarda remarks making Hawke chuckles under his breath.

"Clearly but what I mean olives are amazing they're great especially with a salad." Spark says.

"Then that's not by itself gone by itself is in a corner weeping to itself cause no one likes it do you know what by itself means!?" Mad, Bombarda barks at him.

"A hamburger is not a patty by itself you have potatoes you have vegetables." Spark tries to dispute.

"You have a rip off steak." Bombarda raises her hands up.

"No, no, steak is waay to heavy." Spark shakes her head.

"And expensive." Firefly throws in.

"Damn right. Then by that logic you can just eat a tomato soup would you eat the basil leaf Spark would you?" Bombarda quirks her head to the side.

"To prove I'm right damn right I would." Spark starts.

"You disgust me…" Bombarda shakes her head unaware of the cackling Spark looking like he's having a fit on his chair, Hawke's gold widen when realizing he's reaches his destination. He removes his headphones placing them back over his neck as he lands before a familiar agency.

"Endeavour hey." Casually, Hawk greets the male sat by his desk.

"What do you want Hawks?" The number 2 hero scowls at the sight of the blonde.

"So I was thinking how about we offer an alliance, a team up." Hawks shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Alliance?" Endeavour furrows his brow.

"You heard of the Bombarda Agency right?" Hawk exclaims.

"Bombarda what of her?" Endeavour's eyes narrow.

"She's got a super powerful quirk it would work well with your flames." Hawks points out.

"Explosions I know. What are you getting at?" Endeavour demands from him.

"All I'm saying is this…how about we offer her an alliance. Her quirk would be useful for you consider it at least yeah?" Smirking, Hawke suggests as blue meet gold before the flame hero bows his head sighing.

"We'll see." Endeavour exclaims, he focuses on his paperwork sat at his desk, his brow furrowed at the thought of an alliance with Bombarda Agency unaware of the sly smirk of Hawks.

Loudly, the screams of civilians crying out echo as they are thrown up high in the air from the trail of concern erupting to the surface. The tremors of the ground vibrate as the civilians scream some gasping at the blonde blur brushing past them. Bombarda bounces off from one building to the next using her knees, leaping from one place to the other desperately trying to keep up with the villain trying to make its escape underground.

Meanwhile perched upon a snow-white cloud is both Firefly and Soundspark chasing after the villain, Firefly flicks her staff as numerous clouds from the soaring sky of baby blue above are guided down, sweeping up the distressed civilians picking them up from the tremors. They chase after the villain until…

"Now Soundspark!" Firefly calls out as the plum haired male nods diving down, planting his hands firmly down upon the trembling tremors of the road, cracks forming.

"Heart havoc!" He roars his headphones on as he releases waves of his own sound, emitting it combating against the soundwaves of the villain below. He grimaces when the vibrations from below managing to slip past his, a river of raw red descending down stinging his earphones. But he continues on until a molehill of sorts forms where a figure of brown erupts from it like a volcano spitting out something sour in its mouth.

"Spark striker!" Firefly snaps, slamming her staff down as a sudden spark of lightning shoots out from the cloud only for her to gasp when the bolt of lightning hits the slick steel claws of the mutant before them.

"Shit!" Bombarda curses as the lighting leaves nothing but small marks from the villain's huge claws.

"Hahaha! Moron don't you know the basics of conduction?" Cackling, he mocks Firefly, her greens glaring down into his beady button browns.

"I…rather not answer that." Tensely, Firefly snaps as she swings her staff, a gale of wind attempting to strike at him only for him to curl his legs close enclosing himself into his steel claws, spinning himself into a drill of some sort heading right for her cloud.

"No!" Her eyes expand alarmed as before Firefly could counter, a sudden blur of brown comes crashing down where a metallic fist slams into the drill, causing it to be come crashing down, impaling into the ground below.

"Firefly focus on the people." Sternly, Bombarda tells Firefly. She stretches her arm out to the civilians before glancing down at the pained plum haired male by her side.

"Soundspark!" Concerned, she furrows her brow down at the male, seeing the trial of raw red, scowling at the sight as he gives a weak thumbs up, a strained smile upon his trembling features. Seething, she turns, feeling her blood boil, bubble, burn at the sight of her team mate just as she hears the slick sound of metal ringing and turns to see the drill unfurling.

"Guess brute force isn't going to get you anywhere eh Bombarda?" Cackling, the villain sneers smirking smugly at the hero who dives at him.

"DIE!" She plants her hand firmly on him releasing an explosion only for him to shield himself away using his drill once more causing him to be propelled backwards briefly before unfurling and slamming his sleek steel talons into the concrete below, sparks spewing out from the talons. His beady brown glare into her raw red.

"You were fools to think you could take on the likes of me! Molio's the name and drilling's my game!" Proudly, he proclaims stretching his arms out as his metallic talons shine, shimmer from the shining sun above making him wince briefly when the reflection of the sun bounces off his talons blinding him briefly unaware of the sweat dropping trio.

"Did he just…?" Firefly furrows her brow as the villain continues monologuing despite the fact he could try to flee right now, with the jewels and expensive necklaces drapes down his form. She hops down from her people, helping Soundspark up, leaning on her.

"So…we all agree he just gave his quirk away right?" Spark exclaims slowly.

"Pretty much. My lighting can't do much and by the time I disperse my rain to drown him out he could be long gone." Firefly tells the two.

"And if I use my explosions it'll be more property damage to deal with guess we got no choice Soundspark you're up." Bombarda places her hand on his shoulder, patting his shoulder.

"Oh yeah time to shine baby!" Boisterously, Soundspark smirks uneasily watching the male step forward as they watch the villains dig back down into the earth only making the trio smirk. He returns his headphones back on then plants his hands down on the ground once more, smirking smugly as he releases his sound waves once more.

"MY EARS! ARGH THE HELL!?" Horrified, Molio cries out as he bursts out from the road once more, he curls in close about to shield himself only to gasp at the brunette before him.

"Yeah pick a better hero name next time." Bombarda smirks reeling her limb back before belting him with the furious fist slamming him down to the ground, a crater is swiftly formed from the mighty hit as rubbles and debris come flying only for Firefly to twirl about. The gust of wind swarm around her, easily picking up the debris and gently placing it down to the ground, safe and sound out of sight, out of mind for the civilians staring stunned at the defeat villains, swirls for eyes now.

"That was…" Stunned, Firefly lowers her staff string at the defeated villain, the police rushing in and arresting the villain.

"Surprisingly easy. We should celebrate!" Soundspark beams brightly as they watch their boss talk to some sort of cat, conversing with them giving a report no doubt.

"Why? This is normal for us." Frowning, Firefly furrows her brow at Soundspark.

"We caught a villain." Soundspark smiles.

"We did our job you mean." Curtly, Bombarda approaches the tow flinching form her cold curt words.

"Well I just…" Dejected, Soundspark slumps his shoulders pouting.

"You just want to be celebrated don't you?" Firefly frowns down at him in disapproval.

"I would like some more appreciation around the workplace you know?" Pouting, Soundspark confesses slumping his shoulders, unaware of a pair of raw reds softening when seeing the raw red stains in his ear.

"Let him have this." Bombarda places her hand on Firefly surprising her.

"You sure boss?" Surprised, Firefly arches a brow at her boss.

"He deserves it. It' is rare when he can be useful." Coolly, Bombarda exclaims as she begins to head back to their agency.

"Aww thanks gu-Wait was that an insult!?" Soundspark scowls at the back of her boss.

"Take it as you will." Aloofly, Bombarda tells him.

"Oh come on guys can't you just give normal compliments like normal people." Whining, Soundspark slumps his shoulders.

"You want to go out to drink or not?" Scowling Bombarda questions him making him squeak slightly before nodding his head. Eagerly, Soundspark nods his head following after her with Firefly summoning a cloud for him making his eyes expand but he smiles happily plopping on the cloud as they head back to their agency.

"Hey guys guess what we're doing…we're going out drinking!" Happily, Spark sound smiles as he speaks to his own sat on his bed in his room, his room is a messed with clothes casted all over the place to film, band and other music posters plastered all over the plum wallpaper with a ruby red carpet below.

"Only cause you begged." Firefly remarks from behind the camera, she's wearing a mini dress with a white puffy bit with a black halter top for a top, the dress skirt has green floral on it matching the green floral pin she has in her tied up hair, she wears coal sling back heels and leggings.

"Only cause my boss is the best of the best." Kane says in a sing song tone, craning his neck back. He wears a black and plum bandanna wrapped around his neck with a loose baggy tattered grey v neck with thin strips of plum wearing grey jeans and most importantly…

"Damn right I am." Firefly turns the camera to the woman wearing a coal black v neck shirt with wrapped around her waist is a black and blue flannel shirt, she has a spiked bangle and other bangles on one side of her wrist while the other is her robotic limb. She wears distressed navy-blue denim jeans and black ankle boots.

"I also wanted to try something out and here it is boom!" The camera flashes to reveal his stiletto, revealing his toes in the process of being varnished by Firefly, a greyish plum shade.

"That's right heels Firefly here is doing my nails cause my boss is a big shy when it comes to feet." Teasingly, Spark cranes his neck to her.

"I'm not touching your manky ass feet." Firmly, she places her hands on her hips.

"And how do you know they are manky?" Kane questions.

"I know you and this is a stupid idea." Grumbling, Katsumi huffs combing her fingertips through her brown roots.

"This is a perfect idea what are those?" Confused, Kane raises a brow when noting a bag by her side as she places some plasters and a pair of trainers in.

"These are for when you give up." Sternly, she tells him.

"You think I'm going to give up so fast?" Offended, Kane gasps at her.

"I know you're going to give up." Firmly, Katsumi states.

"Fly has some faith in me right?" The camera turns to the girl her eyes wide as she was in her own little world.

"…Sure." Shyly, she whispers, bowing her head returning to the task at hand.

"She does really she's just camera shy." Smoothly, Kane dismisses smiling at his camera.

"She really doesn't." Katsumi's voice hollers echoing throughout the apartment.

"Don't answer for her boss now let's do this!" Proudly, Kane declares excited as they go out for the high life, with him turning the camera off as they enjoy their night out.

"You sure you're okay?" Katsumi furrows her brow at Kane. They sit down at the bar, hearing the bellowing boisterous muffled music echoes throughout the club making Katsumi furrow her brow at the loud noises. They sit down on the bar stool, Haneul sipping her wine while Kane downs his shots.

"I'm perfectly fine thank you very much." Kane slams his glass down on the counter.

"Only because of firefly." Firmly, Katsumi reminds him as said girl simply stares down at her swirling glass.

"I can walk on my own thank you very much." Kane huffs crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh yeah?" Bored, Katsumi arches a brow at him.

"Just you wa-ATTCH!" Startled, Katsumi and Haneul's eyes expand, Haneul gasps, a hand over her mouth when Kane just comes crashing down, falling flat to the ground of the club groaning in pain.

"You were saying?" Slouching, Katsumi arches a brow bemused down at the bloodied mess.

"I tripped that's all." Groaning, he tugs the heel free from the bar stool.

"For now it is." Katsumi helps him up.

"You still want to do this?" Haneul furrows her brow down at him, concern clear upon her face.

"YES." Stubbornly, he snaps.

"Alright them…" Katsumi exclaims as she returns to her seat, the two watching Kane rush over to the dance floor, happily joining the others.

"He really is giving it his all…" Amazed, Haneul whispers.

"Seems that dance degree came in handy after all." Katsumi remarks.

"Here." Surprised, both girls jolt up at the tender placing a drink down with a sparkler making both girls furrow their brow.

"Oh I'm not drinking." Curtly, she refuses.

"The gentlemen paid for it over there." The tender points to the side as she follows his gaze, feeling a wave of dread flow through her when her raw reds glare into a pair of mischievous gold.

"Gentle-Oh you got to be fucking!" Fuming, she slams her fist down on the counter.

"Fancy meeting you here." Happily, he greets her.

"How the hell did you even find out I was here?" Hissing, she snarls at him.

"Your post." Lazily, he takes out his phone.

"You're stalking me!?" Mad, she fumes.

"Can't a fellow hero enjoy another hero's content?" Smoothly, he takes a seat on the stool by her side, leaning into the plush pillow of his palm.

"Not very hero like for the number three hero to be here." Katsumi hints disgust laced in her tone.

"I'm just having some fun like you are didn't picture you to be the clubbing type." Curious, Hawks notes.

"Not drinking, " Curtly, she slams the glass gifted to her back to him looking over at Haneul who is huddled in the corner, engrossed in her phone, leaving her to handle the pest present before them.

"And here I got you that sparkles such a shame. Sounds like someone's being a mother hen." Smirking, Hawke takes the drink, taking a small sip from it.

"Someone has to make sure no one is doing anything they'll regret later on." Swiftly, she glares at him as Hawk happily sips his dink, the sparkle shimmering, shining between them both.

"Still I would say I'm surprised but I'm more surprised that you're here alone no girls clinging to you…" Mockingly, Katsumi remarks, leaning back against the counter.

"Are you jealous firecracker?" Flirtatiously, Hawke raises a brow bemused only to blink when hearing her curt cackle.

"I barely know you why would I be jealous over some lowly extra?" Enraged, Katsumi sneers scowling at the smirking Hawks, his smirk only widening at the sight of the bloodthirsty woman, finding her roaring rage to be rather cute.

"That's all I am an extra? I'm hurt." Hawk smirks coyly placing his hand over his chest making her roll her eyes.

"An extra that's causing me shit." Scowling, she sneers down at him.

"Maybe if someone learned to keep their trap shut things wouldn't have gone down this route." Sweetly, he leans further into his palm making her eye twitch.

"And maybe if someone would stop sucking the commission and populace they could see how fucked this society we live in is." Snarling, she bares her feral fangs at him in a grin of sorts only making his smirk wider when seeing her reaction, feeling his eye twitch briefly by her words.

"…You really don't like me do you?" Hawk leans back.

"Really? What gave it a fucking way?" Crudely, she gives him the middle finger.

"You know you sound more like a hero than a villain." Hawk points out the two looking out at the dancefloor.

"And you act more like a villain than hero you may speak all this heroic crap but your eyes scream something else, something more but you're scared to let out your true intentions. If that ain't cowardly I don't know what is." Frustrating, she scratches the back of her head.

"The hero commission are going to eat you alive." Hawks states making Katsumi grimace, glaring to the side.

"I'd rather die being me than being some fake. Look just leave me alone would ya? You already have Endeavour to babysit so go bother him and leave me out of this political crap." Fed up, she sneers, she knew it was thanks to Hawks that Endeavour wasn't stripped of his title.

"Wish I could but the commission's order is law, disobeying them I'm sure you understand the consequences." Grimly, Hawks states the fact his gold gazing into her raw red.

"Heh…" Hollowly, Katsumi smirks.

"What's so funny?" Hawke's gold narrow at her.

"You're eyes and mouth they match." Amused, Katsumi bows his head, a small smirk upon his lips.

"…Why continue being like this? Is it so bad to ask for help?" Hawks questions perplexed.

"How can I trust you when your eyes and mouth say something entirely different from one another?" Coolly, she counters his question with her own making his gold widen when hearing her words.

"Tell you what, if I start talking to you with my eyes and mouth saying the same thing will you consider helping me? Letting me help you would be best for us both in the long run." Truthfully, Hawks tells her.

"You'll need to earn my trust first." Firmly, she tells him.

"I can do that." Hawks nods his head.

"That means not stalking me." Sternly, she snaps.

"Well stalking may be a bit different." Fairly, Hawks argues smirking smugly at her sharp scowl.

"And that means not bothering me." Nevertheless, she continues.

"Seems my presence alone bothers you." Hawks glances to the side solemnly.

"You're not wrong. Guess you got to do something to impress me." Chuckling, Katsumi turns to him.

"So I got to impress you." Hawks leans in, a glint gleaming in his gold.

"Does want Polly want a cracker?" Crudely, Katsumi raises a brow bemused.

"Maybe I wat more." Surprised, Katsumi's eyes expand only to narrow when he leans in, she feels his warm breath brush against her facial features.

"Maybe if you prove to be worth my time." Smirking, she leans in only then to reach out flicking his temple, taking him aback, snapping out of it almost as he stares at the bemused brunette about to open his mouth to continue when…

"Booooossss …" Groaning, a head pops on the crook of Katsumi's neck, Hawk's gold narrow at the sight of the drunk slumped over her form.

"You okay buddy?" Smirking, she steadies the plum haired boy leaning on her.

"Everything fucking hurts." Whining, he whimpers, the tears freely flowing as she sweat drops.

"That's what tends to happen when you dance." Sighing, she stands up from her barstool.

"I waaanna go home." Childishly, he groans just as Firefly returns, her brow furrowed panic marred into her facial features.

"Alright, alright let's go outside and get these off you first yeah?" Gently, she brings him arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah…" He nods his head.

"Shame we have to cut this short." Hawk sighs sounding almost disappointed making Katsumi roll her eyes.

"Yes such a shame, a travesty to the world." Dryly, she remarks earning a small smirk on Hawk's lips once more.

"Maybe we can hang out sometime." Hawks stands from his seat.

"You're relentless." Scowling, she glares at him just as Firefly rubs the back of the groaning Kane.

"And you're stubborn." Smiling, he shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Hawks! Oh my gosh it's Hawks!"

"Have fun…" Smirking, she turns to leave Hawks hounded by girls, his gold glaring at the back of the trio.

"i vole yiou guys so much you knoow thatb?" Slurring, Kane sways from side to side, his knees wobbling, buckling as they finally exit the club in the alleyway alone.

"We know Sparks." Sighing, Haneul exclaims.

"Nooooo Kaane like candy cane I'm hungry." Spark slams his hands flat against the wall, groaning.

"We'll get you something after this we just need to get these." Haneul tells Kane as she nods at Katsumi nodding her head about to pick him up so Haneul could remove the shoes but…

"FREEDDDOM!" Yelling, he suddenly pulls the shoes off tossing them into a nearby dumpster.

"IDIOT THOSE WERE EXPENSIVE!" Katsumi snaps at the stumbling mess only then for them to gasp when he releases a blood curdling cry as they rush over seeing shards impale in his heel making them both hiss at the sight.

"What should we do?" Haneul turns to look up at Katsumi, the two crouched down next to the whimpering male.

"We'll have to carry him the glass is already in we can handle him at his place come on." Sighing, Katsumi easily picks up the boy piggyback style.

"Right…I'll handle him when we get home". Firefly nods taking the other bag Katsumi had brought.

"You sure?" Katsumi questions.

"My apartment is nearby besides you deserve a break after tonight." Haneul tells her.

"You have no idea." Exhausted, Katsumi groans bowing her head.

"Hey boss…" Curious, Haneul calls out to her.

"Hm?" Katsumi hums.

"Hawks what does he want with you?" Haneul asks her making her groan.

"I don't know but whatever it is I don't like it." Sternly, she tells her.

"What do you mean?" Haneul quirks her head to the side.

"Hawks is famous therefore if I get associated with him that mean more vultures harassing me." Katsumi grumbles glaring to the side.

"But maybe he wants to be friends." Optimistically, Haneul offers.

"Hawks is the sort that doesn't have friends, he has connections to get what he wants. He's dangerous you should keep away from him okay Haneul." Sternly, she warns her.

"And you know this?" Haneul furrows her brow.

"I know th sort of person he is." Icily, she scowls glaring down at the floor below.

"Is that why you don't want to go into the top tens? The limelight on you?" Intrigued, Haneul queries.

"Let's just get this moron back home." Sternly, she tells Haneul.

"Right…" Haneul bows her head dejected just as Katsumi perks up at the sound of groaning.

"You kneddds my parents didn't tqhink qi coulrd be a ehro they tjold me to fxocus on being ban accountant ea bloody accountant i nac baxrely count kto 1t0 i measn what's 60 u+ 9!" Loudly, Kane slurs groaning, placing his cheek on her back.

"Sixty-nine?" Confused, Haneul answers perplexed.

"Heh sixty nivne." Slurring, Kane snickers, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

"What's…?" Lost, Haneul begins befuddled.

"Don't ask Fly." Firmly, Katsumi cuts him off.

"Right…" Haneul bows her head.

"But you guys.. rguys shyowed me zi cozuld do ipt even fin sccohol people asw mre als wkea but yoxu guys...you guys said i could ybe a hero ri love yosu gjuys so muuch yoau aguys dare like...like...hecroes. yqaeh you're my msroehe. i mean twhe boss may act uall grumpy, urade and megan moaybe even a bist bitchy blut adeep dowbn she cares about uws, shve cared more about nme than mujm dixd. dony't go lto u.a you'ull get yomur qdreams crushed well hbow do you like ahtt mha!? and you feire...no hanuel ai dthought you were some snobby knwow itt all buat when thzose guys put them sipkes zin youjr lockker yoou wannka rknow whiat i dida? i punched one, i brkoe my fist bult izt was worth it. thery lwere bahstards saiying yuou diden't beloeng hre,e saygin to go bacsk tuo your country, why do ewe have to bhe so angry with one anuother itj's so much hassle...but yjou fhaneul yoeu sotod up yozu proved yourself wrong, you...you're naot ba hero youi're..." Slurring, Kane confesses to his friends, nestled into Katsumi's neck.

"I'm what?" Haneul furrows her brow only then for Kane's head to come crashing down, he goes limp on Katsumi's back.

"He's out come on we should head back." Katsumi reminds Haneul.

"R-Right…" Haneul nods her head.

"Fly you wanted to say something back at the club what is it?" Katsumi questions her.

"I…today's mission I'm…I'm sorry." Haneul bows her head.

"Huh?" Katsumi blurts out.

"When we arrived at the jewel store and found those hostages I immediately when on the attack I didn't even listen to you nor Sparks plan I just…" Haneul tries to explain sadly.

"It's fine." Katsumi cuts her off.

"But I didn't listen to you." Haneul argues frustration spewing out of her tone.

"Fly you're your own person first we all make mistakes sure but the fact that you had the drive to want to help is fine you just need to reign that in and think more yeah?" Katsumi advises.

"Yeah…you've always been like that." Haneul sighs sadly.

"Hm?" Katsumi hums.

"At school people always saw you as this hothead I remember our class' shock to see you at 2nd place." Haneul chuckles at the memory.

"Only second to you." Katsumi remarks brow furrowed.

"Still didn't matter when it came to the practical to the real world." Haneul reminds her.

"You have a good quirk and you have the attitude to help when everyone else freezes from what I've seen you're a good hero." Katsumi tells her.

"But am I good enough? I just…" Haneul sighs sadly.

"Thinking like that being critical on yourself is a good thing it helps you see what you can improve on but lingering in such thoughts brings more trouble than its worth. Look you are a good hero I'm glad to have you at my agency alright?" Katsumi explains.

"Thanks boss." Haneul smiles softly at her.

"Stop calling me boss would ya? We were classmates need I remind you? It's creepy hearing you two call me boss in private." Katsumi groans grimacing, glaring to the side.

"Alright…thanks Katsumi." Haneul smiles nodding her head.

"Now that's better. Now let's get this moron home…" Softly, Haneul smiles from her boss' words only to falter from the sound of retching especially when her boss stops in her tracks.

"Kat…" Worriedly, Haneul calls out to her only to grimace at the sharp stench of acid her eyes widening when feeling the bloodlust emitting from the seething, snarling, shaking Katsumi, screaming murder.

"I'm going to fucking murder him when he wakes up." Icily, Katsumi snarls vowing it to herself, her raw reds screeching screaming murder as the pungent stench sticks to the scowling Katsumi as the two make their way back to Spark's apartment.