"Thanks for coming sweetheart I know you're busy and all that…" Tentatively, Masura smiles softly at his daughter sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, releasing a small uneasy chuckle. They stand in the university grounds. Katsumi wears a coal black tank top with a yellow flannel tied around her waist wearing some distressed jeans and black boots. She has a few beady bangles dangling down one side of her wrist with a few yellow rings loosely draped over her wrist, her other hand free. Her coal crescents tap against her arm as she has her arms crossed over her hair. Her brown locks tied into a small ponytail of sorts with a coal black headband.
"Dad it's fine you can do this it's just a speech." Smoothly, Katsumi places her hand on her father's shoulder squeezing it.
"You make it sound so easy one stutter and they'll eat me alive." Worriedly, Masura stutters stammering about staring down at his fidgeting fingertips.
"And you'll let those extras have that one up on you? Come on you're my dad you're not like that, sure mum does wear the pants in the relationship but you can be just as firm as you hide behind the sofa while the others fight." Honestly, Katsumi explains to her father, trying to console him but…
"Sweetheart…that doesn't exactly help." Sighing, Masura tries to hint but…
"Look just imagine them all nude." Bluntly, Katsumi deadpans making Masura flinch from the notion alone.
"W-Why would I do that?" Panicked, Masura whispers worry oozing out of his hushed hiss.
"Hell if I know it's what I hear people tell other people." Frankly, Katsumi states shrugging her shoulders, stating the fact of the matter.
"That's…" Masura begins brow furrowed not quite sure what to say.
"Look you're thinking too much just sprout some crap and go. You wanted to be a hero right? Public is speaking is basic hero stuff." Smoothly, she brushes him off waving him off.
"Last I checked you don't excel at it." Masura's eyes narrow crossing his arms over his chest.
"Hey I ain't shitting myself." Mad, Katsumi snaps scowling at him.
"Could you…could you just not phrase it like that?" Tentatively, he sighs slumping his shoulders, slouching, bowing his head.
"Then maybe could you just not think too much about it?" Katsumi counters.
"…" Silently, Masura bows his head as a still silence enters the air only making Katsumi sigh seeing her father in such a sorry state, feeling the sharp sting of guilt wallow in her guy.
"Listen to me you will be fine. They invited you remember? They wanted you." Gently, she reminds him making his brown hues widen when hearing her words.
"I…I just don't want to let them down." Shyly, he reveals bowing his head pained.
"And you won't. Dad you're fine everything will be fine just have some faith in yourself yeah? Come on when you and mum got hitched you did a speech didn't you? Just imagine it like back then, well…minus the tears." Truthfully, Katsumi explains to her father faltering from the memory of their memory book, remembering the picture clearly of her mother and father, her mother wearing a beautiful gown and her father standing by his side, crying his heart out if people didn't know it'd look like he was being taken for hostage.
"Y-Yeah…" Meekly, Masura smiles softly at Katsumi's his brown hues softening slightly when watching him leave, heading inside to begin his speech while she waits outside, deciding to go get a drink…
"B-Bombarda?" Surprised, a voice calls out to Katsumi perking up as she turns towards a wide-eyed white-haired male.
"Oh Natsuo funny to see you here." Katsumi turns to him.
"What are you doing here!?" Confused, Natsuo arches a brow baffled.
"My old man's giving a speech to the uni here." Lazily, she gestures to one of the huge buildings in the uni.
"O-Oh…what's the speech about?" Curious, he asks her.
"Hero design stuff." Simply, she shrugs she didn't know much when it came to fashion fabrics and hero suits but this was important to her dad and it was rare for him to ask for something.
"Heroics, so it runs in the family. Guessing you were forced into it." Grimly, Natsuo bows his head brow furrowed making her furrow her brow.
"Not necessarily. I mean my old man wanted to be a hero but…" Unsure, Katsumi shrugs glancing to the side.
"But what…?" Natsuo queries.
"His quirk although was good wasn't perfect plus he met the old hag and then found his love for fashion to be more than heroism." Aloofly, Katsumi answers.
"That explains a few things." Shyly, Natsuo smiles softly.
"Hm?" Katsumi hums brow furrowed.
"You're pretty stylish." Softly, Natsuo tells her.
"Oh…thanks." Taken aback, Katsumi furrows her brow, glancing to the side scowling.
"I mean it I really like the earpiece." Natsuo compliments her, a faint ruby red tint to his cheeks only then to falter his raw red features faltering turning ice cold, paler than normal much to Katsumi's confusion when seeing the look of dread and fear flow through the young Natsuo.
"Cheers. Hm? Oh Dad how did it go?" Smiling, Katsumi turns to her father.
"I didn't cry." Masura smiles shyly.
"Cry?" Confused, Natsuo furrows his brow.
"Good work old man guess you do have balls." Smirking, Katsumi drapes her arm over her father.
"Who's your friend?" Tightly, he smiles at the shaking Natsuo, Katsumi oblivious to her father's ice cold glare towards the male, bloodlust emanating from him.
"Oh this is Natsuo my boss' kid." She gestures to the boy flinching from the title.
"Um…nice to meet you sir." Shyly, he offers his hand out to her.
"Right." Masura smiles taking said hand making Natsuo flinch from the sheer intensity of his ice-cold glare.
"O-Ow!" Internally, he winces his ears perking up at the crisp crunch of bone.
"Katsumi we should get going, we promised your mother we'd meet up with her later remember?" Masura turns to his daughter.
"Oh right. I'll see you Natsuo." Katsumi smiles as she and her father turn their back to the alarmed boy.
"K-Katsumi wait!" Natsuo stammers calling out to her.
"Hm?" She hums arching a brow at him.
"Could we...could we hang out sometime?" Hopeful, he asks scratching the back of his neck, a deep dark tint of red upon his cheeks as he bows his head.
"Um…sure?" She shrugs.
"R-Really?" Hopeful, he perks up.
"Eh why not?" Lazily, Katsumi shrugs she didn't seem the harm in it clearly the boy wanted to get something off his chase and she doubted he wanted to do it with her dad about if there's anything she's learned from her family it's best not to hold things in if you have something to say, say it but she knew how some people were, how some people would overthink things and needed to be alone to say such thoughts. So she agreed, clearly the boy wanted to say something to her…so she'd listen, like any other normal person when she was free at the least. She then turns and leaves with her father unaware of the bright beam upon Natsuo's lips giddy grinning at the date he had supposedly scored from the explosion hero, Bombarda.
