"D-Don't…don't look at me…"

Groaning, crimson glare up at the ceiling above, seeing her blurry vision begin to clear as soon as it does she feels a heavy weight wash over her lead like body, feeling a wave of numbness, of nothing, of disappointment flow through her aching body, grimacing from the searing sensation flowing through her veins. Great…it was going to be one of those days." Grumpily, she combs her fingertips through her brown roots, tugging at them, glaring numbly at the blaring lights of her alarm, screaming 1pm, lunch huh…how long had she been like this? Truthfully, the real question was did she care? Did she? Before she could even consider the question, the blaring buzz of her phone swiftly brushes the question aside as she answers it, groaning at the mess that was her mother.

"I told you ma I'm fine." Frowning, Katsumi sighs at her mother, how long had they had this conversation? She didn't know and just didn't care, all she wanted was curl in on herself in this bed of hers and be left alone? Was that so hard to ask for?

"Sweetie your father phoned the agency you're not in. We got worried." Sighing, Mitsuki tells her daughter, her tone surprisingly soft as she sighs.

"Just having one of those days." Drearily, she grumbles, her raw reds glancing to the side.

"Just make sure to take care of yourself." Concerned, Mitsuki tells her, they had this conversation over and over, an endless cycle.

"Ma…" Frowning, Katsumi glances down at her duvet, her cheek nuzzling into the plump pillow she had her arm around, clinging, nuzzling, nestled into it, curled into a fetal position by it.

"I'm being serious Katsumi. Have you had it yet?" Sternly, she demands from her daughter who groans, craning her neck back.

"Nooo…I don't think so?" Unsure, Katsumi glances from side to side, unsure.

"Well make sure you do." Sternly, Mitsuki reminds her making her groan as Mitsuki sighs.

"Look whatever Katsuki said don't let it get to you, he does care for you he's just going through this teenage rebellion phrase you know?" Tenderly, Mitsuki sighs only making Katsumi grimace glancing away at the memory, still not quite sure what to make of the stranger that was her brother, she knew he was quite proud of his quirk saying how his was just like hers and it was the same quirk even. But she never shared the same pride as he did, perhaps it was due to her first experience with it, who knew?

"I know ma I know." Slowly, Katsumi closes her eyes, her brow furrowed from the sharp sting in her tense temple.

"Just make sure not to forget yeah I know you hate the stomach aches but..." Mitsuki sighs as Katsumi winces curling closer in on herself.

"Just deal with them right?" Bitterly, she huffs glaring to the side.

"Katsumi…" Mitsuki sighs sadly.

"I know what you want ma you want those grandkids right? Sorry to say but I think I'm too much baggage anyone." Hollowly, she chuckles, a strained sound escaping her lips as she smiles.

"Sweetie you know I just tease you about that all I really want is someone to look out for you, you always look out for everyone else but no one ever does the same for you. I mean your father and I try to but its not the same you know? We just want someone to help you, save you." Mitsuki sighs trying to explain, she knew she may come across as a hardass to some but with her and Bakugo. She knew she had to be more patient with her, she had to try to be more like Masaru she supposed. Bakugo and Katsumi are not the same people while Katsuki was more like her. She was a lot more like Masaru, probably why she was a daddy's girl and when it came to this sort of thing, she would let Marara handle it. She would handle Katsuki cause she was like him just as Katsumi was a like lot Masaru that didn't mean she didn't care, Mitsuki of course cared for her daughter but at times would always worry she would say the wrong thing to her.

"Ma I don't need to be saved, I don't need help and I most certainly don't need pity." Poisonously, Katsumi snaps making Mitsuki grimace, glancing to the side, feeling a faint twitch of an angry vein but she tries to brush it aside, she hit a landmine great, just great…

"That isn't what I'm saying…" Annoyed, Mitsuki begins frustration slipping through the cracks of her tone, trying to keep calm, trying to keep composed, trying to…

"Sure feels like it." Snippily, Katsumi huffs as Mitsuki's raw red twitches.

"Look with what has happened these past months I'm just worried it's going to spiral that's all." Annoyed, Mitsuki gets to the fact of the matter, deciding it best to just tell her how it is then going around these eggshells.

"You don't need to worry about that I have everything under control." Calmly, Katsumi leans back into her plush pillow.

"Sweetheart." Mitsuki begins trying to get her to see reason but…

I'm fine ma I am." Resolute, Katsumi states only making Mitsuki further furrow her brow.

"Sweetheart just know your father and I-we love you okay? Even if you can be a little shit at times." Tensely, Mitsuki mutters mainly to herself after trying to keep calm but managing to slip something out.

"I know ma…I know." Katsumi exclaims, easily picking up her mother's remark, she knew her mother had tried to hide it but she heard it as clear as day. She swiftly hangs up on her mother, spent, no longer having the energy for really anything as she looks up at the ceiling, pondering if she should get up, if she should change, if she should…

"Five more minutes…" Slowly, she turns towards the blaring clock by her bedside, ignoring the faint twitch of the chirping outside, having enough of birds for a whole year. She slowly but surely closes her eyes returning to the dark depths of her bed, curling closer in on herself.