"Where's Kat?" Curious, Hawks grumbles peering into the kitchen, finding Masaru tending to the coffee machine, a towel draped over his neck, his shirt bare before the world wearing a pair of loose jogging bottoms.

"She's making your bed here." Meekly, Masaru smiles offering a mug to him, a ruby red mug making him smile when seeing said mug having a familiar flaming Endeavour emblem on it.

"Thanks…" Tentatively, Hawks smiles.

"I take it, this is yours." Masaru gathers.

"I bought it for her a while back. Thought she'd like it." Softly, Hawks smiles down at the mug.

"It's a nice cup. You feeling better?" Masaru asks him.

"Yeah a bit. Sorry if I went out of line." Apologetic, Hawks sits down on the seat opposite Masaru.

"It's alright you're lucky to have a friend like her you know." Masaru tells Hawks.

"Don't I know it. Sometimes I feel like I don't even deserve her." Honestly, Hawks confesses, a strained smile upon his lips.

"So are you two…" Masura trails off making Hawk's eyes expand at the question proposed, a still silence hanging heavily in the air before smiling strained as after a minute, a brief second his features darken…

"…No." Smoothly, he smiles a fake smile, a model smile, one that Masaru saw time ad time again in the fashion industry.

"Pro x pro relationships aren't exactly approved of." Hawks takes a sip of his coffee.

"Really?" Masaru arches a brow.

"Well, they can happen for those below but at the top nah…" Smoothly, Hawks answers.

"I would be worried considering your fans." Frowning, Masaru mutters making Hawks smile strained even more.

"Yeah…you saw a fair few of them during shoots." Smirking, Hawks recalls staring solemnly down at his drink.

"You know who I am?" Astonished, Masaru stares dumbly at Hawks smirking.

"Masaru Bakugo, fashion designer yeah I know you, we did do a few projects together." Fondly, Hawks recalls, leaning into the plush pillow of his palm, his gold dilating at the memory, feeling his feathers flutter.

"I didn't think you'd remember me." Masaru smiles shamelessly scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah well most don't considering you're wives tendencies." Hawks jokes lightly.

"Heh yeah…she can get quite passionate over things." Tenderly, Masura smiles.

"Like mother like daughter." Jokingly, Hawks smiles.

"She always knew what she wanted and when she had her eyes on something she would never give up on it." Blushing, Masaru smiles softly down at the memory of her aimlessly chasing after him, his blushing bubbling attitude.

"I get that." Hawks nods his head in understanding.

"I guess the commission wouldn't be pleased with their fan favourite hero being taken." Masaru throws in.

"So you know?" Hawks gathers brow furrowed.

"Katsumi tells me things." Aloofly, Masaru shrugs, the two had always been closer just as his son and his wife had their special bond so did he and his daughter.

"About me?" Hopeful, Hawks asks.

"Not really just about the commission being on her back." Modestly, Masaru answers making Hawks pout slightly at the news.

"It must be scary…having your daughter be a pro." Hawks draws patterns into his mug.

"It can be sometimes but seeing her do something she loves…it makes me happy. That girl is strong you know." Masaru says shrugging sheepishly.

"Yeah she really is." Admirably, Hawks nods his head in understanding.

"I mean it she's practically a role model to Katsuki even when she lost her arm and went through that phase she never gave up on being a hero not once." Earnestly, Masaru smiles sadly down at the memory, his little girl was gone from the world, she was…

"I'm surprised you didn't try to stop her." Hawks snaps him out of his thoughts.

"At first…Mitsuki and I did but…she said the only reason she was doing therapy was to become a hero again. So Hawks how did you two meet?" Curious, Masaru asks.

"Well….she saved me." Hawks answers.

"Saved you?" Masaru arches a brow.

"It was her day off then again I guess there's no rest for the wicked." Hawks jokes lightly.

"What are you implying about my daughter?" Dubiously, Masaru arches a brow making Hawks flinch from his words.

"I just…I…I didn't mean anything by it I just meant she works hard." He tries to correct himself.

"I see…" Masaru takes a small sip of his tea.

"I just remember thinking I was screwed, I'm not exactly good against power types." Hawks lightly bows the steam spewing out of his mug.

"And Katsumi is a power type." Masaru points out.

"Yeah in terms of strength she'd destroy me. I just remember thinking I was in for a hell of a beating but then she came out of nowhere you could say like a knight in shining armour and blasted that guy out of the sky. " Smirking, Hawks smiles softly at the memory.

"So…you liked her for her quirk." Masaru's eyes narrow, his brown narrowing, his grip tightening around his drink.

"Her quirk's useful I'm not going to deny that but that isn't what struck me." Honestly, Hawks confesses.

"What was it then?" Masaru asks him.

"She didn't look at me, she didn't even ask if I was oaky despite my bloodied look, she just looked over at me as if I were a sidekick or some rookie and walked away. I never had someone not know who I was before as arrogant as that sounded. I had to thank her and when I did, she just…she treated me like I was normal, like I was…like I wasn't the hero Hawks…" Fondly, a small shy smile crosses Hawks face at the memory. He always had people expect something from him but her…

"Having people treat you like that must be rare." Masaru gathers.

"…You could say that. To find someone not fawning over me who wasn't attracted to me it was new and I liked it. I liked getting to know her I still do and she just…she doesn't expect anything from me, doesn't judge me she doesn't see me as Hawks she sees me for….me." Hawks concludes his points.

"…" Calmly, Masura stares at Hawks, staring down at his mug, a small smile upon his lips.

"That probably sounded weird." Strained, Hawks sighs placing his mug down on the table.

"Not at all." Masura assures him.

"Still you must be proud of her." Hawks gathers trying to change topic.

"I am. I really am. And I trust her, you're lucky to have her in your life." Masura exclaims.

"I know…" Hawks nods his head noting the strange shift of tension.

"Then I hope you know that if you even think of trying anything with my daughter that model career of yours may not go so well not to mention those feathers of yours will be ripped from the very bones of your back…" Masaru smiles sickly sweetly at Hawks his eyes expanding to see such a meek man who had a wrathful wife, who had seen the woman bark boisterously, roar at anyone in sight to see her partner be so meek, so mouse like to hear such a sickly sweet voice from him…unnerved him.

"…" Silently, Hawks stares stunned at the malicious glint in his browns.

"Okay?" Masaru takes the reigns of the conversation leaving Hawks staring stunned.

"O-Okay!" Awkwardly, Hawks coughs never having such a conversation like this before but before more could be said…

"Good! I'm glad we came to an understanding." Masaru offers his hand out to Hawks who slowly slides his hand in his, the two shaking hands glad to have come to an understanding of some sort…

"Hey guys…what's uh…what's going on?" Confused, Katsumi furrows her brow befuddled when seeing the two sat at the table, the two conversing, mugs in hand.

"I made tea." Hawks smiles softly up at her.

"Hawks dad made coffee for you to sober up." Sternly, she crosses her arms over her chest confused.

"Well I don't want it and I did not make tea for you. This is my tea." Haughtily, Hawks smirks smugly leaning back in his seat.

"Then why are you telling me?" Mystified, Katsumi furrows her brow down at Hawks.

"It is a conversation starter." Smirking, Hawks points out.

"That's a lousy conversation starter." Sternly, she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate." Cockily, Hawks leans back smirking smugly in his seat.

"We're not even playing chess! Do you even know how to play?" Perplexed, Katsumi quirks her head to the side lost.

"With these eyes I can play many games." Mischievously, Hawks places his forefinger to the side of his head, tapping the side of his head smirking slyly, a glint gleaming in his golden hues.

"You mean with how you change the rules constantly to appeal to you." Bitterly, Katsumi sneers scowling down at Hawks innocently whistling.

"Would you let that game of monopoly go?" Sighing, Hawks shrugs sheepishly.

"You owe me five hundred Hawks." Huffing, Katsumi snaps scowling at him.

"Yeah, yeah…" Hawks leans back in his seat, hands behind his back.

"Come on let's get you to bed." Katsumi tells him, hand on her hip.

"But I don't wanna…." Whining, Hawks huffs draping his arms bringing her into a hug of sorts.

"Hawks come on." Tiredly, Katsumi sighs rolling her eyes at him.

"You'll join me?" Hopeful, Hawks asks making Masura's gawk, his glasses draping from one side of his ear.

"Later okay?" Fed up, she sighs shrugging him off.

"Fine…" Hawks sighs slumping his shoulders.

"Later?" Masaru furrows his brow befuddled.

"…Please don't tell mother." Meekly, Katsumi sighs as Hawks stands sipping his supposed tea.

"Your secret's safe with me." Masaru smiles softly at her.

"There is no secret, there is nothing." Sternly, she states the fact firmly.

"The denial is strong within her." Jokingly, Hawks hollers.

"I will end you!" Enraged, she snarls sharply snapping at him.

"I know…" Smirking, Hawks drapes his arm over her shoulders once more.

"He's lucky to have a friend like you." Masaru tells his daughter.

"Damn right he does." Snippily, she grumbles as she pushes him towards her room as he strolls in, leaving the two alone.

"You okay?" Softly, Masaru asks him.

"He still shouldn't have done this. This was selfish of him it interrupted my time with you." Annoyed, Katsuki grumbles, glaring to the side huffing.

"It's okay." Softly, Masaru places her hand on her shoulder.

"How is it okay?" Katsumi snaps scowling.

"We always got the barbecue when Bakugo goes to U.A" Optimistically, Masaru offers.

"Barbecue!" Alert, Hawks swoops in, his gold glistening, gleaming as Katsuki squeaks slightly from the arms wrapped around her waist, looking to see Hawks in the crook of his neck, his feathers alert, excitement laced in his tone, a strange sense of child wonderment.

"And look who's up." Dryly, Katsumi sighs not surprised in the slightest by the arms around her throat, draped over her shoulders, hugging her from behind.

"Would you like to come?" Civilly, Masaru offers making Katsumi stare stunned.

"Can I?" Hopeful, Hawks asks excited eager even.

"No." Swiftly, she shuts down said option but…

"Mitsuki would be happy to." Smoothly, Masaru brushes her off smirking.

"Dad!" Annoyed, Katsumi calls out to the male being guided to the door, a new set of shoes on him courtesy of a pair of flimsy feathers, fancier shoes than before. Katsumi notes furrowing her brow at Hawk's smug smirk, sending her a small wink making her groan, glaring to the side, ignoring the heat in her cheeks.

"I'm sure Mitsuki will be looking forward to meeting you Hawks. If you'll excuse me, I best be on my way." Masaru says smiling softly.

"Dad…hold on!" Katsumi sighs but it falls to deaf ears.

"Take care of yourself sweetie. Love you, don't push yourself oaky?" Lovingly, he pecks her cheek as the two go to say farewell to him.

"I know dad." Drained, she groans slumping her shoulders.

"Don't worry Mr Bakugo Katsu's safe in my hands." Hawks smirks smoothly as he winks at Masura unaware of a pair of raw reds glaring daggers at him.

"DIE." Sharply, she snaps at him her hand flat to his releasing a small playful burst of explosions smoke spews out of the charred chicken on the floor, smirking slyly, a faint ruby red tint to his cheeks.

"I'm sure…" Dryly, Masaru mutters adjusting his glasses, the light glaring glowering down at the chicken before him.

"Night dad." Sighing, Katsumi smiles softly at him.

"Night sweetie." Softly, Masaru smiles back at his baby girl before leaving, letting the two head to bed.

What did you think of Hawks and Masaru's little chat?*