"You alright?" Masaru asks making Katsumi sigh as she enters the kitchen seeing her father leant against the kitchen counter looking worriedly at his eldest.
"Yeah…sorry dad." Drained, Katsumi sighs leaning against the kitchen counter, tiredly.
"Here." Masaru smiles softly, passing the tin over to her bringing a small smile to her lips.
"Thanks." Thankful, Katsumi smiles softly at her father, the two sharing a small smirk as he passes her a can of beer, the two click the beer taking a small sip. She still remembered her first time with beer, it was her father who had her try it. He had a secret stash for when her mother and Katsuki would argue for a while. He needed some semblance of escapism, he wasn't an alcohol nothing like that, it was rare, a festive occasion one which both father and daughter shared when both mother and son would argue to their hearts content. She remembered it well, the two on the porch simply staring up at the stars as they hear the roaring from within…those were the days.
"Don't take what your mother says to heart you know how she is." Masaru tells her daughter shakily sighing bowing her head, brow furrowed, fatigued.
"I know it's all just teasing." Tightly, she smiles strained.
"So this boy…" Masaru begins making Katsumi groan.
"Dad…" Katsumi places her drink to the side on the counter, brow further furrowed.
"He works for us." Masaru reveals making Katsumi's hues widen when hearing his words.
"Huh?" Surprised, she jolts up from his words only then to furrow her brow, he did say he was a model…
"Modelling, Mitsuki may not remember his face but I know him I saw him when doing some shoots. He is quite the popular guy." Masaru furrows his brow, crossing his arms over his chest cross.
"Dad…" Drained, Katsumi sighs sadly, too tired to deal with this conversation, they aren't anything. If girls like him, girls like him. She didn't care it was his life.
"I just worry Katsumi." Masaru sighs furrowing her brow.
"There's nothing you need to worry about dad. If Hawks hooks up with a girl or two good on him, not my problem." Aloofly, Katsumi states the fact of the matter, they were friends that was it.
"That isn't from what I saw when I went to pick you up." Masaru furrows his brow making her groan, craning her neck back.
"Looks Hawks is just…he's clingy I don't think he's really had a friend before…so it's new to him." Tiredly, she tries to explain to her father she understood why he was rather affectionate for someone being his friend but this was new to him, she knew that and was helping him with that, because that's what friends do.
"Katsumi you're a very kind person even if people think of you as cruel you can be so kind but…I just fear people would take advantage of that kindness." Masaru sighs attempting to explain himself.
"Take advantage of me?" Mad, Katsumi scowls.
"I know it sounds silly but I just…" Masaru sighs sadly, bowing his head.
"Look you and mum don't need to worry there is nothing between us I mean I don't even know his real name." Confidently, Katsumi tells her father propping herself upon the kitchen counter, moving her legs up and down.
"…You don't?" Masaru blinks baffled.
"No." Smirking, she stretches her arms out, she didn't know his name and she didn't care. She wasn't going to force him, some were oaky talking about the past others didn't but that's okay, that didn't matter to her, what mattered was if he was okay, if he was healthy, if he wasn't doing anything stupid. His past has nothing to do with her, if he wants to tell her he will in time but she wouldn't rush things.
"And you're okay with that? Why do you stay by him? Why trust someone when you don't even know their name?" Masaru furrows his brow sceptical making Katsumi grimace, glancing to the side, feeling a familiar memory resurface…
Katsumi smirks, hand on her hip smirking smugly victorious about her so called win only to falter, trailing off when seeing his glazed glassy gold, recognising those eyes anywhere. Slowly, she kneels down as she slowly reluctantly reaches out to Hawks who simply stares numbly before bowing his head letting her fingertips comb through his blonde roots. She notes the sense of peace plastered upon his face leaning into her touch as she passes him the water which he shyly sips before spewing out his insides once more as she holds his hair back or at the least rub patterns into his back, letting him lean on her during this time before long it ceases...
"Dad…what would you do is you met someone, someone you thought was a spoiled brat but once drunken night they tell you stuff, stuff you couldn't even comprehend…no matter how hard you try to see them as you did before you can't what would you do then?" Shyly, Katsumi queries conflicted, brow furrowed, grimacing at the memory of the tears freely falling from his sobs, his retching, clinging to her whimpering, his talon like fingertips digging deep into her arms.
"I…I don't know." Mystifed, Masura glances from side to side. Katsumi grimaces at the memory, he was so…vulnerable, so sad, so…no words could describe what she had seen, what she had learned, what she had heard…
"Look Hawks…he's been through a lot, an awful lot. I just…I don't think he's has friends before I don't think he even understands what having a real friend is." Uncomfortable, Katsumi grimaces attempting to explain herself, brow furrowed, not wanting to say anything else. It wasn't her place to say anything when it came to Hawks, life as a hero there was o privacy…
"Katsumi…" Tentatively, Masura whispers clearly concerned for his daughter.
"He feels safe with me dad. It's rare for him to be feel safe and I just…I don't want to ruin that. I'm happy as we are why do we have to label what we are." Anxiously, Katsumi takes back her can, her fingertips fidgeting around the tin.
"I'm not saying you need to label it love." Modestly, Masura smiles.
"…He acts different to how the media see him and I just…you know how I am. For all I know I could set him on fire, I could…I could hurt him or worse…He's put a great deal in trust with me dad and I don't want to betray that." Truthfully, Katsumi confesses to her father.
"You're talking about Ryoma aren't you?" Masura furrows his brow.
"…" Silently, she squirms from his words.
"Katsumi what happened to Ryoma wasn't your fault. You got to stop blaming yourself for that. Or at the least stop using that as a excuse." Sternly, he tells her taking her aback.
"An excuse?" Surprised, she jolts up from his words.
"Katsumi you know what I mean. You're a good person why do you push people away?" Annoyed, Masura questions her.
"Because I hurt people dad I'm not a good person I'm a pretty shitty person if you hadn't notice." Bitterly, she sneers.
"Nonsense." Masura places his can down on the kitchen counter.
"Dad quirks can be manifestations of yourself. Explosions hurt people, I hurt people, anyone I get close to…gets hurt. That's why relationships…they don't work, they won't last." Firmly, Katsumi snaps sharply, pain laced in her tone as she states the fact firmly.
"And you know that?" Frowning, Masaru asks her.
"I know what I am." Annoyed, she snaps.
"How do you know who you are if you don't give things a try?" He counters coolly taking her aback.
"Dad…" Katsumi sighs sadly only to feel a hand on her shoulders.
"I get it you're scared you'll hurt Hawks." Masaru squeezes her shoulder.
"It's what I do dad. I've hurt enough people dad and he…he's been hurt enough." Solemnly, she confesses to him.
"Katsumi…." Masaru sighs sadly at his little girl, his features faltering, softening sadly at his darkened daughter's facial features, furrowing his brow when seeing her solemn facial features, seeing her darkened expression, breaking his heart at the sad sight of his dejected daughter. Masaru opens his mouth about to say something when…
"Oi you two come on it's starting!" Smiling, Mitsuki calls out to the two, their eyes expanding when hearing Mitsuki's voice as they turn towards the woman, calling them over.
"Alright we're coming." Masura assures her just as Inko calls out to her son shyly shuffling inside, keeping his head down making Katsumi grimace sadly at the sight of the boy before her.
"Dad." Katsumi calls out to him just as the two leave.
"Yeah?" Masura turns to his daughter.
"Thanks…" Softly, she smiles at him as the two approach the TV standing in the back.
"Anytime sweetie." Softly, Masura smiles gently tapping his tin with her own unaware of the sound of groaning floorboards as a certain pair of ruby reds stick to the TV screen.
"And here we have the newcomer to the top ten, Bombarda!" The voice calls out after a fair few times of the group watch, Izuku squealing at each and everyone going on a small tangent about them making the others sweat drop having adjusted to the nerdy boy's antics as the screen then flashes her.
"There she is!" Proudly, Mitsuki squeals smiling brightly.
"There's my little girl!" Masura joins in smiling softly at her.
"I made that!" Surprised, Katsumi sweat drops at her mother's boisterous bellow pointing at Katsumi making her chuckle, a ruby red tint to her cheeks at the spotlight.
"Mum!" Embarrassed, Katsumi snickers at her mother shaking her head at her animated antics only then to falter from the ring of her phone.
"Katsumi?" Mitsuki furrows her brow at the phone which Katsumi looks over, her brow furrowed at the name…
"Excuse me…" Politely, she removes herself from the situation, nodding her head at the others before heading into another room, her brow furrowing as she answers the phone with the handle…
Chicken nugget.
"Congrawst!" Chirpily, the slurring singsong tone of Hawks hollers, hearing the faint chirp of a bird almost as Katsumi furrows her brow
"Hawks?" Confused, Katsumi furrows her brow clearly concerned for Hawks when hearing him slurring, hearing the faint sound of cheering, conversing, chatting hearing the faint boom of a club, concerning her.
"HWE BDDY!" Boisterously, Hawks slurs smiling.
"Hawks are you drunk?" Scowling, Katsumi furrows her brow where was Miriko? Where was he? Where were his other pro friends?
"Pfff no." Hawks dismisses brushing it off.
"Please don't tell me you're alone." Anxiously, Katsumi sighs sadly, brow furrowed.
"Cours not ednvy lft just mw mjko, weanis and dgyshooty." Hawks slurs.
"Right, I'll be there." Tiredly, Katsumi sighs sadly, bowing her head, brow furrowed.
"Aw you dwsn't wafe to." Hawks brushes her off.
"I really do." Drained, she sighs sadly.
"I dwsn't dswve yoo yww twso gwssd fwo weee…" Hawks says slurring once more, swaying from side to side.
"Hawks…just…be careful please. Drink some coffee or something…" Sighing, Katsumi places her hand over her head, brow furrowed grimacing at her tense temple. She then hangs him up, brow furrowed.
"Did something happen?" Concerned, Masura questions his daughter, brow furrowed as she returns to the living room with the others.
"A moronic co-worker of mine is drunk out of his mind and I don't like the idea of him alone." Annoyed, Katsumi confesses brow furrowed.
"What can't one of their sidekicks do it then?" Tiredly, Mitsuki furrows her brow.
"He's really vulnerable like this ma." Sighing, Katsumi tells her.
"He ain't your problem sweetie. Besides how are you going to get home with your hand busted?" Scowling, Mitsuki argues annoyed.
"I'll take you." Meekly, Masura offers.
"Dad?" Surprised, Katsumi arches a brow taken aback.
"You sure sweetie?" Mitsuki furrows her brow at her husband.
"Course. The food's already ready I had a bit so enjoy yourself." Gently, Masura smiles softly at the others.
"Fine don't wait out too long." Mitsuki sighs scowling.
"Dad…" Conflicted, Katsumi exclaims apologetic only to falter from the hand on her shoulders.
"It's alright sweetie come on let's go pick up your friend." Warmly, Masaru smiles sofly at his daughter.
"Thanks…" Thankful, she smiles nodding her head as she and her father leave the room heading out to go get the car, leaving to go find a certain feathery friend of hers.
"I won't be long I promise." Gently, Katsumi promises Masaru, slowly lowering her phone from her ear as they park outside a bar.
"Just be careful." Masura's fingertips fidget around the steering wheel as Katsumi leaves the car, shutting the door as she enters the bar brow furrowed when being greeted by…
"Me you lwsss fwwwght!" A bright blur of white rushes at her as she simply furrows her brow at the figure sliding down her which she calmly catches only then for her raw reds to widen when the bunny leaps out of her arms, jumping all over the place, darting towards a drinking contest, joining it, hollering. Her back turned to a familiar blonde by the bar counter on his lonesome, the girls sat by his side, chatting but he is eerily silent, simply staring down at the drink in his hand, zoning the girls out. How should she go about this now? She didn't want to anger his fans, they weren't ones to take lightly so how should she go about this…
"No way Bombarda! Congrats on making it to the top ten I've been a fan of yours for a long while." Surprised, she jolts up at the voice turning to face the male approaching her excited.
"Oh…thank you." Awkwardly, she bows her head at him, not quite sure what to say. She looks around, her eyes widening when seeing Best Jeanist swirling the contest of red wine, a faint ruby red tint to his cheeks as opposite him looks to be an apologetic Edgeshot and Best Orca seeing the sadly slumped fashion hero before him.
"She blocked me, my own flesh and blood…" Miserably, Tsunagu slurs.
"Come now you know how children are at that age especially considering her condition." Shinya says to him.
"It isn't a condition she's just…different. Which is why I worry, I know how stressful life can be after high school if you don't know what you want…with her emotions I just worry she'll do something she'll regret." Sighing, Tsunagu rubs the rim of his drink with his forefinger.
"She's a big girl Tsunagu besides if I know her she'll do just fine." Firmly, Gang Orca assures him.
"Some godfather you are." Annoyed, Tsunagu glares playfully at gang orca.
"I have faith in her abilities Tsunagu just as you should. Didn't you read those books I lent you?" Gang Orca asks him.
"Of course I did and I do have faith in her but that doesn't mean I don't worry…All I asked was if she had her stimulant. I know she wouldn't reply but at least the message would remind her. She always forgets about it and gets into such a hissy without it. But for her to block me…she didn't even open it." Dejected, Tsunagu sighs sadly.
"Kazz is probably nagging her at home about it, hearing it again might cross wires…" Katsumi perks up at Gang Orca's words.
"She's going to be graduating soon you know…I had hoped this weekend I could talk to her, with exams out of the way I thought I'd introduce her to some model agencies…I know she doesn't know what to do. Kazz thought about having her go on a gap year and I agreed I had all these clients eager to have her…" Solemnly, Tsunagu bows his head pain laced in his tone making Katsumi grimace at the solemn fibre hero. He was always so composed, so controlled, so…calm…
"You podcast with Soundspark and Firefly is awesome but I haven't seen you on it for a while will you be on it soon?" Smiling, the fan questions her snapping her out of her thoughts as she turns back to her fan.
"I'm not really apart of it more of a guest but we'll have to wait and see." Sighing, she answers.
"Hey I don't suppose you're busy are you?" Hopeful, he takes her hand as she opens her mouth about to refuse when suddenly feeling a hand on her shoulder, feeling a familiar weight drape over her form.
"She is." Katsumi blinks doing a double take at the voice, his voice was low, closer to a rumble, a growl almost. She had never heard him sound like that before well she didn't think so but he looked…bigger. Hawks wasn't the tallest nor was he the shortest, but something was off different that's when Katsumi saw it just as the poor soul did too…
"H-Hawks!" Scared, the fans squeaks his voice cracking breaking, sweat sliding down his tense temple when catching sight of his wings, he was carrying them wider than normal dangled down towards the poor soul almost casting a shadow over him.
"Back off." Icily, Hawks orders the fan, his gold dilating turning feral almost as Katsumi noted how tensed his body seemed, completing contrasting his lazy wobbly demeanour prior. Katsumi felt a brief shiver down her spine before brushing it off.
"I…..I…I'm gonna go. I-It was nice meeting you Bombarda." Scared, the fan feebly flees from the two.
"Hawks the hell was that?" Scowling, Katsumi turns to hiss harshly at the male leaning into the crook of her neck once more, nuzzling into her side.
"That guy was hassling you." Aloofly, Hawks shrugs.
"He was a fan." Frowning, she furrows her brow at him.
"He was drunk." He grumbles, grip tightening around her.
"Just as you are right now." Curtly, she snaps a hand on her hip.
"Well who knows what eh could have done." Dubiously, he huffs eyeing her arm making her scowl.
"Hawks I can take care of myself even in this state. On the other hand you can't just use your quirk like that, if the commission saw that…" Tiredly, she reminds him making him furrow his brow.
"They'd keep it hush, hush relax. Besides I did you a favour you don't like your fans." Flimsy, he waves her off smirking as he places his forefinger over his lips looming over her.
"Hawks I'm being serious here!" Scowling, she furrows her brow at him.
"Oh come on you need a relax I'll buy you one." Giddily, he waves his arm around alarming Katsumi clumsily catching him dipping him by accident making him release a small whoa.
"Someone's getting frisky. Let's dance!" Dubiously, Hawks smiles his arms around her neck pulling himself forward for his nose to nuzzle against her own making her sigh.
"No Hawks we're taking you back to your place now." Sternly, she tells him how it is.
"And who says I wanna go." Huffing, he grumbles glaring to the side.
"Hawks please stop making this difficult." Drained, she sighs sombrely.
"You're the one making things difficult." Grumbling, he whines leaning in nuzzling, nestling into the crook of her neck once more making her feel a faint heat to her cheeks.
"Hawks! My dad is outside come on he's taking you-" Patiently, Katsumi sighs but…
"Your dad is here!?" Hawks gasps, his gold gleaming excited at the news.
"Yes! I couldn't drive here if you hadn't notice." Bitterly, she huffs furrowing her brow by his joy.
"Oh right you need a hand? Oh! Should I ask for your hand now. Should I ask for someone's hand…" Mumbling, he groans his grip tightening around her.
"Really? That's the liner you come up with?" Tiredly, she sighs brow furrowed, glaring to the side unimpressed.
"I love my bed but I'd rather be in yours." Purring, he cooes chirpily, similar to a bird tweeting.
"Hawks." Sighing, she places her hand on his cheek as he leans into her touch.
"Is that one better or… Could You Please Step Away From The Bar? You're Melting All The Ice!" Flirtatiously, he leans in his voice darkening, turning deeper his hues dilating turning primal, bringing a wave of ruby red to her cheeks from his words making her eye twitch
"Tell you what, I'll step away from the bar if you do then we can go back to your place and…" Angrily, she seethes trying to hold back the bite in her tired tone.
"Oh ho finally making the first move finally you know how annoying it is being the initiator." Eagerly, he leans in purring once more, his feathers fluttering bashing a fair few in the way making her sweat drop apologetic to those in the way as the bird boy clings to her.
"Hawks just come on please." Pleadingly, she whispers softly placing her hand on the back of his head as he leans into her touch, purring when her fingertips fidget, coiling brushing around his brown roots.
"…Fine." Sighing, he slumps his shoulders, leaning into her touch as they head out the bar, him saying goodbye to Mirko who is far too engrossed in her drinking contest to take note of as they head out the bar.
"I didn't lijw hi. m gtanbinh youe arm lije rhat. Rherw waaan'y ,uxj thouufht to ir… I jist knew I eanted hu, away fri, yoi." Shyly, Hawks reveals bowing his head sheepishly making Katsumi's firm features falter form his words sighing shakily, brow furrowed.
"Hawks…." Tiredly, Katsumi sighs her features faltering from his gentle facial features placing her hand on his cheek as his arm drapes over her, his glistening gold meeting her raw reds, touched by his words but…
"I didwwn't…" Mumbling, Hawks leans into the side of her neck, nuzzling into it making her sigh, feeling a familiar heat in her cheeks.
"Katsumi I take it this is your friend." Friendly, Masura smiles softly at Hawks trying to be polite as he gets out of the car, approaching the two.
"Frirbd…? Of cpuraE mot wr'te lpvers." Happily, Hawks proclaims slurring, grinning from ear to ear nuzzling his stubble into her side once more making her sigh, trying to fight back the blush threatening to resurface.
"Ignore him. He's drunk." Flustered, Katsumi furrows his brow at her father smiling softly at the two.
"I'm srubl ob ,t lpbe dor yoi." Drowsily, he smiles.
"How do you say such things with such a straight face? Frowning, her raw reds narrow at his smug smirk unaware of Masaru's meek smile, his hands behind his back leaning against the car watching on, a part of him seeing phantom figures of a young brunette and boisterous blonde either side of each other.
"I'm dtunk om ny love for yoy." Hawks whispers bringing her into a side hug.
"Hawks you'll say anything if you feel like it." Smirking, a small smile of endearment crosses her lips.
"Eelk…noy everythimg. Bwsises ad if you can t. alk tiy bareky tekñ me anuthong sbout yo.u. …niw eho are tou?" Slurring, Hawks' gold glare into a pair of brown.
"I'm…" Politely, Masura steps forward, offering his hand out to Hawks but…
"Mwne." Surprised, both of them jolt up at Hawks, his arms wrapped around her, his wings draped over her curling into her.
"Uh…" Red faced, Katsumi groans, glaring to the side while Masaru smiles softly at the endearing sight.
"Ignore him he has the attention span of a goldfish." Bluntly, Katsumi sighs.
"I'm a bird babudea dapu dai dabu dee dapu dee dabi dai!" Hawks declares swaying from side to side making Katsumi sigh as he sings some random pop song.
"Fine you have the attention span of a bird better?" Tired, Katsumi sighs furrowing her brow at Hawks,
"…Better." Content, Hawks smiles softly nuzzling into her side as he legs begin to buckle making Katsumi sigh as he picks her up making him beam brightly.
"He gets a bit…" Blushing, Katsumi tries to explain herself, holding Hawks bridal style to her father, a hand over his lips trying to muffle the snicker threatening to slip out.
"Mine." Grumpily, Hawks huffs nuzzling, nestled into her neck.
"Clingy?" Coyly, Masaru offers.
"Right…." Drained, Katsumi sighs softly.
"So who's this guy?" Hawks mumbles, glancing over at Masaru, his gold glaring into Masura's brown.
"My dad." Katsumi answers making his yellows widen.
"Your sad!? Uou're Kaysimi 's. dad?" Stunned, Hawks gawks gaping as he pushes himself off the surprised Katsumi cursing.
"You dumbass!" She hisses at the mess quickly catching and steadying him in her arms at his move.
"That I am." Masaru confirms chuckling.
"Nay I kust say yiu made onw smoki nf babw, she'ss hoerg. ue!" Impressed, Hawks praises, beaming brightly unaware of the steam spewing out of the fuming Katsumi.
"Hawks!" Harshly, she hisses at him but it falls to deaf ears.
"Um…thank you?" Shyly, Masaru smiles strained.
"I ,eab dhe's jusr ao amszin g you knoq. She's t. he scar. iest, most cl evrr,. bravwsst pe. rdon I know, ans so mettimrs I cam't catcj mu brwsth beca use U'm tryi ng so harf to kerp up anf I'm t he blood y hrto añIve, sone sAy I go too gasr but she…she yakea rhr wibd rughy out if meM shw takes my neeath awsy wiith each amd ecrry ssintkt amile sh e hovesM wiith eeaxh scrinch of ger nostrul I fewl mt stop, O deeel I fwel bsck to eAerh annd. I hste beongg oN t hhe geouund. I lovw thw aku Bit qhwn U'm with her I feel as if I am the sky itseñf, Bill ionss of peOole eill xomw snf go in thi. s world, but tgerrw wikl mever ve snother like her,, yoy made uourself A freat kid…" Honestly, Hawks confesses to Masaru, his eyes widening when hearing his confession but…
"…Thank you Hawks." Touched, Masaru smiles softly at him looking up at his daughter, his hand over his heart touched but…
"You understood that garbled garbage?" Stunned, Katsumi blinks baffled by her father.
"Katsumi…."" Moaning, Hawks whines, gently grazing her face, leaning in close, his temple touching her heated facial features.
"Hawks…huh?" Lost, Katsumi furrows her brow by the touch, not flinching from it simply staring into his yellows.
"PUR ÑOVE IS LIKE THW WINF, I CAN'T SEE IT, BUT I CA.M FWE.L OT. Eaxh ans wvrr. y dat it's wht I liKe the skt sp much." Earnestly, he proclaims to her, his gold glassy.
"That's…that's great." Uncomfortable, she smiles strained, having no clue what to decipher from his words.
"Do you know what he said?" Masaru sighs hands on his hips, a part of him disappointed in his daughter.
"No idea." Frankly, Katsumi shrugs his shoulders.
"Of course not." Disheartened, Hawks grumbles, both their eyes expanding when hearing his surprisingly sober but bitter words.
"What were you guys talking about?" Annoyed, Katsumi's raw reds narrow between her father and friend.
"Nothing much." Casually, Masaru shrugs.
"Yoy kn. ow Hail id no jwal I'll relñ uou thay muxh." Mumbling, Hawks slurs.
"How would you know that?" Masaru decides to entertain Hawks as he takes hold of Hawks, trying to lighten his daughter's load.
"I'vve bwen ttgere" He reveals.
"You have!?" Alarmed, Masaru squeaks slightly, fearful of the information.
"Incee. In Monoooñy." Mysteriously, Hawks giggles as Katsumi simply stares at the two.
"…What?" Masura furrows his brow looking over at his daughter sighing.
"Eemembwr that Kst?" Cheerily, Hawks smiles at the memory.
"If you mean I remember the time you came into my room woke me up about 3 in the morning to paly that stupid game then yes." Bitterly, Katsumi grumbles glowering at the memory.
"Ypy're only Ma. d causw I wom," Hawks proclaims.
"You kept changing the rules and flicked the thimble in my eye, which I woke up to stabbing me in the back the next day." Angrily, Katsumi corrects him.
"Uou'rr sich a drsna queeem." Snickering, he pokes her cheek making her eye twitch at him.
"I ain't the one who has a hissy fit about paying 500 bucks." Katsumi reminds him.
"I qasn'r the one wwho tjrew th. e board off the taaBñe…" Hawks coolly counters.
"Just get in the damn car." Curtly, she snaps fed up.
"U tol.d uou I want to be the ddogfie!" Loudly, Hawks hollers earning a few looks from nearby passers-by making Katsumi curse. Swiftly, she glares at them making them whimper, slowly lowering their phones from her harsh glare, fleeing from the sight just as she then hears the sound of heaving.
"Hawks…" Concerned, Katsumi calls out as before both father and daughter knew it bird boy spewed out his insides, staining the shoes of the designated driver.
"Shit!" Sharply, she curses turning to see her father still reeling in shock from the sludge staining his shoes below as a pair of blurry gold gaze into a pair of befuddled brown still trying to process it all.
"U I''ll protect hwr." Slurring, he promises Masaru staring silently down at the blonde before him, internally screaming.
"I'm sure you will." Masaru smiles strained, his smile twitching as he slowly makes his way back into the car taking off his shoes and putting them in a bag in the back while Katsumi looks apologetic at her father before sliding Hawks into the car. The two ready to take the drunken dunce home or at the least somewhere safe.
*...Dang it Hawks. So what did you think of Masura and Katsumi's talk about Hawks and her relationship? What do you think of her perspective of their dynamic? Would love to know!*
