"Everyone has their costumes right? Remember you don't have permission to wear them out in public yet and don't lose them or anything. Make sure you mind your manners with the other heroes during your internship."

Sighing, the young girl exits out of the taxi as she pays the driver adjusting her sleek silver briefcase in her hands as she stands before the agency. She feels the cool crisp breeze brush against her brown locks as her raw reds look up at the tall towering building before her. She closes her eyes, taking a small shaky breath before entering the facility, remembering her father's words whenever he'd get anxious as she closed her eyes needing a moment to register to take it all in. Her brow furrowed from the sound of chirpy children, feeling the feeble faint breeze brush against her as absentmindedly, she combs a stray strand of brown behind her ear, ready to be her work experience or study of sorts, ready for her first step into the world of being pro.

"Excuse me this is Stitchwreath hero agency." Courteously, the younger Katsumi questions the woman at the desk, her fingertips flex around the handle of her case.

"Yes oh you must be…the U.A student wait a second aren't you…?" The receptionist begins making the bashful brunette before her grimace slightly, a faint ruby red tint to her cheeks at the memory.

"Katsumi Bakugo I came for work experience." Curtly, she cuts the receptionist off just wanting to get to the point of it all, sure she won it was fun but she wasn't one for boasting about such things, the praise was nice and all but she wasn't really for it, she'd rather curl into a ball and just be on her own.

"NO WAY! It's you!" Startled, Katsumi jolts up at the voice flinching from the voice's sheer strength bouncing, echoing off the walls of the agency as the receptionist grimaces almost adjusted to the loud war like cry as Katsumi turns, her raw reds meeting a pair of gleaming glistening gold.

"…And you are?" Katsumi looks up at the blonde hooded figure, a mask over his eyes as he grins down at her.

"O-Oh sorry got ahead of myself there heh my name is Taishiro Toyomitsu, my hero name is Fatgum." Proudly, he reveals using his thumb to point at himself as he looks down at her easily towering over the girl.

"Right…my name is…" Katsumi begins trying to be polite but…

"Katsumi Bakugo I saw you on TV at the sprots festival! "You were so cool, you were like bang boom the way you just blasted those robots and…you were so cool!" Friendly, he cuts her off grabbing her hand eagerly shaking it as she squeaks slightly when he moves her body up and down.

"…" Silently, she stares at the boy before her animatedly gushing, waving his arms all over the air as he re-enacts it, punching the ai as Katsumi looks over at the receptionist smiling strained, almost apologetic for the blonde before her, her senior she assumed.

"This is the best day ever I got to take you to the other stands you'll love the food they sell plus as heroes we get it for free isn't that cool?" He insists grabbing her hands once again as she simply stares up at him.

"…I believe you mean a patrol." Politely, she tries to remind him but…

"Come on I'll show you around." He tugs her forward making her gasp as next thing she knew she was being dragged away.

"W-Wait h-hold on! Mr Sashik-" Panicked, Katsumi begins but falters from the strained smile of the receptionist waving her farewell alongside a certain other making her gawk, gape at the two waving her off hearing her boss below before leaving…

"Have fun patrolling!"

Groaning, Katsumi furrows her brow, her eyes slowly opening, how long had she been asleep? She had no idea all she knew was that she was awake and there was nothing she could do about it really that is until…

"Urgh come on stupid clothes." Confused, Katsumi jolts up at the voice, grumbling, a part of her considers leaving the warm embrace of her duvet, feeling her fingertips comb through her locks brushing them to one side as she considers hearing the murmuring. Katsumi sighs standing up from her bed where she enters the living room, her reds softening sadly when finding a familiar blonde by the mirror squeezing said flab in the mirror, eyeing the stretch marks marred into his torso.

"Tai?" Gently, Katsumi calls out to him concern clear upon her facial features, furrowing her brow at the sight of him.

"O-Oh Katsumi s-sorry." Apologetic, Taishiro smiles strained at the girl, clearly concerned for the blonde when seeing the beads of sweat slither down his tense temple. He places his hand on the back of his head, combing his fingertips through his hair.

"What's going on?" Gently, she makes her way over to him oblivious to his cheeks darkening,

"Nothing you should go back to sleep." Taishiro tells her.

"I would if it were that easy now what's going on?" Sternly, she plops herself down on the sofa making Taishiro sigh when seeing her stern scowl, seeing her arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm just…not used to this." Taishiro sighs gesturing to his baggy clothing.

"You mean slimgum." Sighing, Katsumi gathered, she knew how Tai felt, far too well.

"Yeah…" Taishiro sighs as she looks over at her empty sleeve.

"You never were used to it." Katsumi recalls a fair few patrols of theirs, when he was in his thin form still recovering from a close call, remembering the girls hollering at him for his looks but never in his Fatgum form, he remembered times he'd throw his hood over himself blushing clearly uncomfortable as she would listen to him.

"I just…this is taking too damn long. I've never had trouble with gaining weight until now... this... y'know, this... physique. This isn't me... and I haven't been like this- for this long- ...in a long time." Tiredly, Taishiro sighs slumping his shoulders, furrowing his brow glaring down at the ground, glancing into the mirror now and again, a part of Katsumi considers punishing said mirror to just stop this train of thought but the consequences of such action would not be wise…

"All good things take time Tai." Tenderly, she stands from the sofa her hand on his shoulder as he looks down at her, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah but how long is that? I guess... this is just... driving me a little nuts. Usually, people think that me looking like this is a good thing, or even healthier for me." Impatiently, Taishiro complains, pacing back and forth fuming.

"But it's not." Katsumi gathers watching him move back and forth frustrated.

"You really do know me too well." Taishiro smiles sadly down at her.

"Tai we worked at the same agency whether we like to admit it or not we both know how the other ticks. For example this form makes you more vulnerable, both physically and mentally…" Frankly, Katsumi deadpans. She had seen how insecure he could be he little ticks like meddling with the straps of his hood to the hood himself.

"I guess I'm just a little paranoid. This body... isn't ideal. And the fact that I'm not back to tip-top shape concerns me. And beyond that, I...I also feel weird looking in the mirror you know." Taishiro sighs sadly glancing to the side.

"More than most yeah. Come here." Katsumi grabs Tai's arm making his eyes widen when she tugs him back.

"Huh?" Taishiro raises a brow as his knees buckle and he finds himself on the sofa, his gold dilating as he finds himself pinning Katsumi on the sofa, a heavy hue of ruby red upon his cheeks as he stares down at the unfazed brunette.

"Just come here dumbass!" She wraps her arms around the blushing blonde.

"Okay? Huh! Are you…?" Taishiro blurts out stunned smiling softly when nuzzling into her side as she holds him on the sofa.

"Don't make this weird." Grumbling, Katsumi cranes her neck back as he yawns.

"I'm not huh…man I must be lucky to have a Katsu hug…when you were mentioning tics before I remember when you would get so angry you would charge at me." Taishiro smiles softly at the memory as a faint ruby red tint crosses Katsumi at the memory of her just screaming, she thought it was a pillow, all she saw back then was red she remembered the days the two would simply lie on the sofa and watch who knows what Fatgum or thin form she didn't care she liked it.

"And use your stomach as a punching bag that was a good strategy." Logically, Katsumi recalls.

"No silly remember when I'd have you throw yourself at me so you could scream in my stomach." Taishiro snickers beaming brightly at the memory as the blush blistering Katsumi's cheeks darken.

"That was weird." She sighs.

"That was hilarious…and I thought you said I can't make it weird." Taishiro smirks smuhgly poking her cheek as her raw red twitches.

"Urgh just shut up and go back to sleep you're fine the way you are dumbass." Grumbling, she pets his head before getting comfy, feeling his arm coil around her form.

"…Thanks Katsu. I mean it." Taishiro smiles softly down at her as he too settles.

"Whatever…" Katsu mumbles as a heaviness falls over the two as they fall into the dark depths of their dreams once more, nuzzling, nestled into one another's side.

*So...someone pointed out how Fatgum came from Shiketsu and Katsumi from U.A and they love the fact that despite coming from what people would consider rival schools they are best mates. I thought you'd guys would like that tidbit