"DUCK!" Kane's sharp scream snaps Bombarda out of her thoughts as she dives away from the tongue diving down into the room where boxes are swiftly smashed into teeny tiny pieces, shards sputtering all over the place. The two dive down from the hefty tongue, the tongue wraps around the box tossing it over at the crouched Kane, his hand flat on the floor, his bright blues dilate at the sight of the incoming projectile about to send some soundwaves shattering said box.

Bombarda bounces off from the corner she had hidden herself, lunging at the source of said tongue before cursing when the eyeballs of the figure glued to the wall by the tips of his forefingers dart at Bombarda from behind. Bombarda quickly curses when the chameleon catches her from behind, firing his tongue at her only to gasp when she snatched said tongue now aimed at her, tugging the chameleon, prying the chameleon from the wall, tugging the chameleon forward for it to meet the bombastic blast from Bombarda's gauntlet only then to sense sludge smeared upon her cheek.

"Another fake…" Bombarda curses cross. She furrows her brow at the eerily green sludge descending down from her cheek, using the back of her hand to wipe it away or try to only making it smear across her cheek.

"Wonder if it makes good face cream." Casually, Kane stands up from his crouched form, reaching up swiping the sludge from her cheek using his forefinger.

"…Do you hear the shit you spill?" Scowling, Bombarda baffled asks.

"What? It's a valid question." Defensively, Kane argues as Bombarda simply shakes her head at him, having no time to get into this debate. They continue to the other train cart, brushing the pills scattered all over the ground, quirk enhancers the pair assumed as they walked up ahead.

"Boss 3 o'clock!" Kane calls out his hand flat on the room as Bombarda narrowly avoids said strike from a familiar tongue only to curse when another tongue pops out of nowhere swiftly striking at Bombarda. The tongue wraps its arms around her ankle making her hiss cursing as she is thrown into a nearby wall.

"Boss, whoa!" Kaze gasps when a tongue coils around his wrist, throwing him back into a separate train wreck as Bombarda groans, cradling her head after falling flat from the crater formed behind her. She furrows her brow when her ruby reds narrowing noting the faint sensation behind her as next thing she knew, she places her hand flat releasing a shutter shot stunning the chameleon crying out. Alarmed, the double darts at Bombarda hoping to sabe their alley only for her to grab hold of the stunned chameleon tossing it over to the newly revealed one, making them both flat to the ground. She lunges at the creatures blasting at them as a pool of sludge soon forms beneath them.

"Soundspark you alive?" Bombarda calls out perking up at the soft sound of footsteps turning to the groaning lilac haired boy groaning.

"I'm fine." He cradles his torso as the two nod ahead and continue on ahead.

"So double trouble must be up ahead. Can you continue support?" Bombarda asks him, hopeful for some semblance of support, at least with Kane's quirk he could detect movement and warn her of the number of clones she would deal with up ahead.

"On it boss!" Kane beams brightly giving her a thumbs up. She nods her head the two continue on heir way until making it to the conductor's cart, where they find a man driving the train before them or at the least looking over at the boxes of goods he happily illegally trades.

"Heh you heroes sure are persistent." Pointedly, the male smirks smugly at them, the male has a plain face, plain features and a plain suit surprising the two a tad bit.

"And you have some balls stealing from your workplace Akira Makoto. So tell us why you used Ryuji Sakamoto how did you get his DNA to replicate him?" Bombarda furrows her brow at the boy remembering the file of the male, the conductor of this train, a plain man with a plain life with a plain homelife so why would he turn to villainy? Who knew… ?

"That mutant scum took everything from me, all I had to do was do one transport, one more transport for the big boss I couldn't fail but that transport had to be the one he nicked. That reptilian scumbag, I was happy you know…? I had a life, I had a child, I had it all until he took it away from me! He stole it all from me, my job, my promotion everything! And now that mutant scum will pay!" Proudly, the male proclaims pride oozing out of his tone.

"One must have a cover. I have a public image to maintain. I am after all your average citizen" Smugly, the conductor says smirking.

"Average citizen my ass!" Angrily, Kane seethes slamming his fist into his gloved palm.

"We'll see about that." Akira smirks smugly as he slams his foot down on the ground as suddenly sludge of some sort forms from the ground, shifting, constructing the body into a familiar horde of chameleons.

Hey Boss…" Nervously, Kane asks his voice cracking.

What Kane?" Tiredly, Bombarda sighs.

What's a group of chameleons called?" Curious, Kane queries.

How would I know?" Bombarda furrows her brow at him, was this now the time?

I don't know would it be a cluster?" Kane questions.

It's called camp…" Annoyed, Akira crosses his arms over his chest.

You said it not me." Kane mutters making Bombarda roll her eyes exasperated as she lunges at the camp of chameleons firing their tongues at her all at once making her smirk. Swiftly, she grabs the tongues tugging the whole camp forward for them to meet by the big blast emitting from her palm, causing them to cry out erupting in a fit of anguish as their bodies begin breaking down, sludge slams to the ground.

Kane NOW!" Bombarda calls out as she places her forefinger to her ear hearing nothing as Kane complies to her command, swiftly slamming his foot down on the ground, sound shooting out of him. Akira cries out horrified stopping his foot from slamming down from making clone as he staggers back, cradling his ears as he sways from side to side, smirking Bombarda lunges at Akira swiftly stabbing him in the back of his neck, salvia sputters out of him. His knees buckle as he comes crashing down to the ground, defeated.

"Ah the sun I missed ya!" Smiling, Soundspark stretches his limbs as the two make it up the surface once more. one greeting the light of day with open arms while on the other hand, the brunette is less reluctant to greet the shining sun.

"The police should be here soon…" Katsumi mutters adjusting her limb, grimacing at the glaring bright broad sun shining down upon the two.

"That's the tenth villain in a month we really have been busy heroes eh Boss." Impressed, Kane smirks smugly stretching his joints joyfully.

"I guess…" Katsumi furrows her brow watching the police deal with the trigger while the other cops capture the knocked out Akira, chains coil around him as his knocked out form is taken into the police car where he is taken away as a crowd arises around the scene.

"You guess?" Kane raises a brow.

"I've been mainly trying to make up for my absence." Honestly, Katsumi informs him.

"Oh come on boss no one knew Katsuki was going to be taken it was only natural you there for him. How is the kid though he okay?" Curious, Kane asks concern clear in his tone.

"I did what I could but I just…I just hope he doesn't do anything too rash." Katsumi sighs crossing her arms over her chest.

"After that maybe that little fight of him made him realize he isn't perfect, maybe this little knock to his confidence has given him some humility." Kane offers making her scowl.

"Oi!" Warningly, Bombarda barks at him.

"What? I'm just saying…" Feebly, he raises his hands helplessly.

"And I never asked. He's my brother need I remind you?" Bombarda reminds him.

"Look Katsuki's a good kid sure it takes a while for some to realize that but you have to admit he's a pretty cocky shit." Sighing, Kane confesses.

"Yes well that pretty cocky shit is my brother so I suggest you put a pin on that." Tensely, Bombarda warns him, holding in the urge to deck him right there. She could feel her blood boil, bubble, burn, as she tries to collect herself.

"Sorry, sorry." Kane bows his head.

"I assume you can take of the police." Politely, Katsumi hints wanting to get out of here taking note of the crowd forming, seeing a fair fey eyes on her, hearing some voices call out…

"Hey Bombarda wasn't it your brother who was taken by the sludge villain!?

"How does that make you feel?"

"Do you think the villain was trying to get back at you through your family?"

"Boss…" Concerned, Kane furrows his brow at Bombarda bowing her head, gritting her teeth together, trying to keep clam, trying to keep composed, trying not to just blast the extras out into space. Kane could see the sweat sliding down the side of her tense temple, seeing shards of calcium chalk even sputter out from the gaps of her teeth grinding together as she shakes. Kane could see her quiver, quake, tremble like an earthquake almost or like a volcanoes about to erupt, about to spew out volcanic ash into the open air about to send the prying eyes sky high…

I'm fine." Firmly, Bombarda tells Soundspark.

Is your arm playing you up?" Kane asks trying to change topic, furrowing his brow at the crowd.

Just got to get used to the new arm that's all." Aloofly, she dismisses Kane surprised he wasn't fussing over the crowd that is until…

"Hey guys what's all how about you all chill and let us do our job yeah!" Kane hollers calling out to the crowd.

"Kane is it true that…!" One of the crowd people ask.

"How about I give you an autograph come on!" Cheering, he hollers making the crowd cheer eager to have his autograph making Katsumi sigh, slumping her shoulders placing her hand on her temple too tired, too done to deal with it all.

"Right I'll see you back at the agency." Aloofly, she waves Kane off only then to falter when seeing him almost dance for the crowd making her groan.

"Wanna see something hilarious?" Smirking, Kane asks the crowd as he approaches one of the trees in the city put on display almost as he grabs a stick from the floor.

"Wha…what are you doing?" Lost, Katsumi questions concern clear on her facial features.

"Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?" Heckling, Kane beats the tree as the crowd cheer for him.

"…What is happening with my life right now?" She hears the police officer approach Bombarda simply staring stunned at the sight before him.

"That is a question I ask myself everyday." Drained, Katsumi confesses.

"Why are you hitting you-ARGHHH! Boss! Boss!" Boisterously, Kane shows off to the crowd only then to gasp when a bright buzzing blur of yellow comes crashing down, hitting his head as she screams, screeching, shouting to the high heavens but his cry is muffled by the hive around his head.

"…I'm just…change of plan I'm going to handle the police you…you do you sir." Swiftly, Bombarda dismisses herself.

"BOSSS!" Wailing, Kane screams, his tears being muffled by his pained cries making Katsumi sigh bowing her head as she approaches the wailing wreck, moving up and down, running around as the other members merrily drink it up, cackling mocking the hero some taking out their phones. Katsumi sighs swiftly snatching him by his arm stopping his flailing flimsy body before blasting him in the face, blasting the bees screaming. They come crashing down, dead, leaving nothing but murky mustard mucus of sorts that was honey splattered all over the place, shards of said hive scattered splattered on the floor below.

"Thanks boss…" Drained, Kane groans as Katsumi grimaces at the battered, bloodied, beaten sight of Kane.

"You're lucky you're not allergic. Come on let's get you treated." Tiredly, Katsumi sighs placing her hands on his shoulders, gently guiding the groaning mess over to the nearby ambulance to be treated…

"Kaaaat!" Loudly, Hawks voice echoes throughout the apartment alarming the brunette shooting out of bed, groaning at the bright beam of sun sneakily peering in, eager to hear the reason for the distressed cry of a certain bird boy, wearing nothing but boxers, his back bare for the world.

"Hawks are you alright?" Alarmed, Katsumi questions was it an enemy attack? Swiftly, she reaches out for her prosthetic swiftly putting it on only then to falter from the sight of the pacing blonde before her eyes, looking fine, panicked sure but fine. No bruises, no hassle, no…

"What do I do? What do I do?" Delusional, Hawks questions his hands combing through his lazy locks of blonde.

"Maybe not be so loud." Bitterly, Katsumi sneers swiftly slamming her face into the plump pillow before her, holding in the urge to break bird boy's neck for waking her up at such an ungodly time.

"This is serious!" Sternly, he turns towards the bed seeing the pillow over her face.

"What's serious?" Scowling, she demands from him after he swiftly snatches said pillow of her, gold glaring into a pair of roaring red, challenging him.

"Don't freak out." Sternly, he tells her as Katsumi furrows her brow noting the hand over his face making Katsumi sigh at his grim grave facial features.

"This better be good Hawks." Huffing, Katsumi grumbles, using the back of her hand to wipe away the sleepy dust in her ruby reds before focusing on the blonde before her.

"…" Silently, she stares at the boy sitting back down on the bed looking stern severe as slowly but surely he lowers his hand revealing…

"…The hell am I staring at?" Lost, Katsumi deadpans, her raw reds narrowing.

"Look!" Huffing, Hawks gestures to his cheek where…

"…I got nothing." Frowning, Katsumi takes Hawks face by his cheeks peering at him before removing her hand from his head giving up.

"It's hideous." Hawks groans bowing his head, his head in his hands.

"Hawks it's your face." Frowning, Katsumi argues.

"It's not just my face look!" He gestures to his face once more.

"...A spot?" Scowling, Katsumi leans in noting the shy spot.

"Yeah see I'm a model, models can't have…whatever this is." Incensed, Hawks seethes panicking as Katsumi simply stares at the blonde before her, trying to process it all.

"Hawks you did go through puberty right?" Sceptical, Katsumi questions Hawks, a part of her doubting how a man child like him went through it.

"Of course." Hawks furrows his brow at her.

"And you never got a spot?" Stunned, she blinks baffled, sure she didn't but she had an excuse.

"What do you think?" Offended, he gawks at the thought.

"Huh. Guess that time taking takeout finally caught up to you." Teasingly, Katsumi smirks smugly leaning back against the headboard

"You said you wouldn't laugh." Hawks huffs at her pouting turning his back to her making her chuckle noting his feathers lowering as he slumps making Katsumi sigh.

"I'm ain't laughing dumbass. It's too early to be bloody laughing." Sighing, she leans over wrapping her arms around his huddled form, making him hum leaning into the crook of her neck as she gently rocks him back and forth into a side hug of sorts.

"I can't go out like this." Hawks groans craning his neck back dramatically.

"Hawks it's a spot everyone has them." Tiredly, Katsumi deadpans.

"Not models." Meekly, Hawks grumbles.

"Of course they do they just learn how to deal with it. Look no one will notice." Calmly, Katsumi assures him.

"No one normal but the media will be all over this, my modelling career will be over." Deflated, Hawks bows his head.

"You do make a fair point about the media but what's it to them? You're protecting people Hawks you barely have time for yourself as it is they shouldn't expect you to be perfect at everything." Exasperated, Katsumi argues her fingertips combing through his blonde roots.

"…" Silently, Hawks curls closer in on himself only making Katsumi's grip tighten on him, drawing patterns into his hair as he leans into the crook of her neck further feeling his stubble brush against her neck, trying to comfort him in her own little way, a small shy smile upon her lips when hearing the low purrs or chirps of approval from her touch.

"Look it'll be fine we can fix this." Confidently, she promises him.

"Wait…you'll help me?" Hopeful, Hawks asks her.

"I'll do what I can though I'll admit I've never been through this." Truthfully, Katsumi confesses to Hawks, she knew a bit from Kane and Haneul but she was no expert.

"Wait…what do you mean?! You said this was natural!?" Hawks freaks out furrowing his brow at her.

"And it is." Unfazed, she shrugs.

"But you didn't go through it!" Irritated, Hawks furrows his brow.

"Hawks I sweat glycerine." Sighing, Katsumi answers as a brief still silence enters the air hanging heavily between both of them.

"…So?" Unsure, Hawks whistles oblivious.

"It's a moisturizer." Katsumi tells him.

"Wait…it is?" Stunned, Hawks blinks baffled.

"Yes." Katsumi confirms.

"You lucky son of a…no wonder your skin's so flawless!" Fascinated, Hawks gasps gently taking her head in his hands as her raw red twitch.

"Tch dumbass." Grumbling, she huffs, her arms crossed over her chest having adjusted to the touchy nature of Hawks, trying to suppress the heavy heat to her cheeks at the man child staring at her in awe as she bows her head, grumbling.

"Look at it, urgh I hate you." Pouting, Hawks huffs.

"I can't really look at my skin dumbass." Bluntly, Katsumi reminds said boy draping himself over her lap, stretching his wings and arms out as she cranes her body back having adjusted to his morning mannerisms.

"Hate you, hate you so much…" Mumbling, Hawks grumbles, leaning into her lap.

"I'm sure you do. Tell you what I'll go get you some moisturizer crap. I know a place that can give me a discount." Tiredly, Katsumi sighs as she simply pats the bird boy's head, feeling him nuzzle into the side of her lap, closing his eyes unaware of the small shy smile upon her lips at the man-child happily slumbering upon her lap.

"You'd do that?" Hawks gasps, staring up at her, his gold glistening gleaming.

"If you let me go." Jokingly, Katsumi smirks.

"Yeah no." Childishly, Hawks wraps his arms around the amused Katsumi shaking her head at the dork, puffing his cheeks out earning a small chuckle from Katsumi shaking her head at the dork that was Hawks.

"Come back here!" Hollering, Bombarda roars as she and Firefly fly upon the cosy cushiony cloud flying high in the sky chasing after the flying figure high in the sky, only then to descend down hopping up and down cracked craters forming beneath the rather rough road below, where people scream, lunging from one side to the other as a trail of sludge forms behind.

"Look it's Bombarda and firefly!" Fanboying, one of the members of the crowd cheer.

"How high is this guy!?" Gawking, Bombarda ponders, her raw reds narrowing at the figure fling high in the sky before descending down to the ground below.

"Well considering he is a bull frog I'd say 1.3 meters. Cuban tree frogs, on the other hand, can leap up to 1.7 meters. Scientists have previously explained this variation in maximum jump ability between different frogs as an evolutionary trade-off: Bullfrogs can swim better." Unfazed, Haneul answers making Bombarda raise a brow at the rather specific statement.

"…How do you know this?" Confused, Bombarda's raw reds narrow at firefly.

"I…I had a frog as a pet when I was a child." Coyly, Haneul reveals to Bombarda.

"You…had a frog as a pet?" Perplexed, Bombarda furrows her brow at Haneul.

"Hey if people can have dogs as pets why not frogs?" Firefly shrugs defensively.

"No I mean well…a frog?" Frowning, Bombarda tries to understand.

"Mother was allergic to cats and I didn't want to walk my pet." Honestly, Haneul informs Katsumi.

"Isn't a pet about taking responsibility?" Bombarda points ou.t.

"There's more to having a pet than responsibility." Haneul scoffs shaking her head.

"I'm sure any facts you have that we could use against the frogs?" Hopeful, Bombarda asks.

"There is evidence that frogs have roamed the Earth for more than 200 million years, at least as long as the dinosaurs." Determined, Haneul offers from the top of her head.

"Well good to know want us to get a guy with a dinosaur quirk to talk to him?" Jokingly, Bombarda brushes her off, glaring, glowering down at the said frog leaping up and down, a crown proudly presented on his head as he flees, jewels and beads of all sorts all over his frantic form fleeing from the cops trying to chase after him however the cop cars chasing after him begin spiralling, swerving courtesy of the sludge streak thanks to the male below cackling at the chaos caused by him.

"Well…no I don't think that would work." Innocently, Haneul exclaims.

"Anymore useless facts you got?" Tiredly, Bombarda sighs slumping her shoulders.

"Frogs have excellent night vision and are very sensitive to movement. The bulging eyes of most frogs allow them to see in front, to the sides, and partially behind them. When a frog swallows food, it pulls its eyes down into the roof of its mouth, to help push the food down its throat." Tactfully, Firefly offers only making Bombarda grimaces.

"…That is…disgusting." Bombarda winces.

"Frogs were the first land animals with vocal cords. Male frogs have vocal sacs—pouches of skin that fill with air. These balloons resonate sounds like a megaphone, and some frog sounds can be heard from a mile away." Haneul offers as just then the frog stops in his tracks.

"NOW MY CHILDREN FIGHT!" Furiously, the frog king proclaims proudly as his throat grows heavily before spewing out a geyser of tadpole like kids.

"Well I can see that." Bombarda ignores the sharp sting of her throat from the geyser of chunks crawling up her throat.

"Now my children fight for me!" Madly, the frog king orders his children as an furious firefly glares, glowering down at the children below causing chaos even more for the cops conflicted over the sheer sight of kids being thrown into the fight ahead.

"Um….well…let me see…a group of frogs is called an army." Anxiously, Haneul offers staring down at the children below bouncing around, clearly confusing, having no clue what was going on.

"Which is what we're dealing with now." Bitterly, Bombarda huffs.

"Should we though?" Unsure, Haneul furrows her brow befuddled by the sight.

"What?" Bombarda turns to Haneul.

"I mean they're kids…" Haneul gestures to the kids below.

"What do you suggest then?" Tiredly, Bombarda sighs at Firefly.

"Lowering the temperature." Firefly offers.

"Hm?" Bombarda arches a brow befuddled.

"Just trust me on this think you can distract them?" Hopeful, Firefly asks.

"Sure, I guess…" Bombarda shrugs as she then leaps down from the high heavens courtesy of the perky platform of the cloud.

"You dare try to fight me?" Mad, the frog king snarls spitting out his tongue towards Bombarda.

"You dare try to steal on my turf you fucking extra!" Enraged, Bombarda counters back, Bombarda then grabs hold of said tongue, tossing him far from the kids for the others to then focus on rather than the meat shield of scapegoats that were the tadpole like creatures.

"YOU DARE CALL THE FROG KING AN EXTRA!?" Enraged, the frog king snarls spitting out slathers of sludge of some sort, sliding across the trial created before, managing to steady himself.

"DAMN RIGHT I DO NOW DIEEE! " Bombarda roars, using said sludge to glide across, to deliver a devasting blast but soon falters when hearing his hefty yawn when freeing from her spot when taking note of the sudden drop in temperature.

"So…tired….no…my reign…mustn't…" Miserably, the frog king whimpers, before falling flat to the ground below, the heavy snore swiftly answering the lingering question.

"Alright boys roll in." Bombarda hollers calling out to the police on standby waving her arm at them signalling them to rush in which they happily comply to, rushing in, arresting the so called frog kind even his kids too.

"What do you think they'll do with the kids?" Worriedly, Haneul furrows her brow, her greens softening sadly at the children before her, brushing a stray strand of black behind her ear.

"Probably put them in care." Coldly, Bombarda shrugs her shoulders.

"I hope they'll be alright." Sighing, Firefly sighs sadly at the children.

"They'll be fine." Aloofly, Katsumi dismisses brushing Haneul off that is until she feels the sharp sludge of some sort stain her form below. Horrified, Katsumi simply stares shocked, glaring glowering at the heavy coat draped, dripping over her shaking, shivering, quaking form as the camera happily eat up the sheer sight of the brunette being coated in sludge. Scowling, she blinks baffled as the crowd chuckle at the fuming furious blonde.

"Boss?" Worriedly, Haneul question concern clear upon her furrowed facial features.

"I trust I can leave this to you." Seething, Katsumi shakes, quivers, quakes tremors coursing through her body as she shakily scurries off, making her way back home, needing a shower now more than ever, ignoring the fierce flashes of light blasted her way as she heads home, wanting nothing more than a clean coat of clothes upon her.

Steam spews heavily hanging in the air as Katsumi resides in the shower, washing the sludge off her. Combing her hand through her hair, her prosthetic casted to the side as she takes hold of her bottle of shampoo arching a brow when noting how low the volume of shampoo is in the bottle. She swore she got this a week ago? She normally had one bottle last for three weeks for it to run out this fast…Katsumi furrows her brow at the thought. She shakes her head at the thought, deciding it best to focus on cleaning the sludge off her that is until…next thing she knew, she took a step forward and next thing she saw was nothing but a blur of motion as she came crashing down screeching as she hits the firm floor below.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Seething, Katsumi curses groaning, feeling a strange sense of deva vu hating every single second of it, hating this sense of helplessness, of pain, of weakness. Again!? Again!? How could she slip like that again?! Angrily, she seethes grimacing at the sharp searing sensation flowing through her veins.

"You okay Kat?" Katsuki jolts up at the soft sound of knocking.

"I-I'm fine! Dammit!" Shakily, Katsumi shyly reaches out to the sleek silver railing attached to the wall only to curse as she is about to stand shakily before falling flat to the floor, her knees buckling as she comes crashing down once more making her hiss, groaning, cradling her head at the sharp sting from the crash below.

"Kat! I'm coming in!" Urgently, Hawks calls out concern clear in his tone as she scowls, jolting up at the sharp slam of the door.

"I said I'm…dammit!" Katsuki curses as she tries to reach out again but falters from it, feeling a sharp sting to her arm as she comes crashing down once more.

"Hey, hey it's okay." Gently, she feels a towel drape over her form picking up her hissing frowning form.

"N-No I can…I can…I…I don't need your pity!" Scowling, she stammers, stuttering, grimacing as he holds her, steadying her as she sharply snaps at him, her voice cracking, breaking before Hawks, his features faltering from her words.

"When did I ever say this was pity?" Pointedly, Hawks snaps sharply back at her brow furrowed firmly frowning at her.

"It's how you all see me, I see you eyeing my arm it's what everyone thinks when they see me, oh it's that girl who lost her arm, she shouldn't be a hero, she 's…" Seething, Katsumi begins brow furrowed fury flowing through her veins dripping down her tense tone.

"…And you think that's what I think?" Hurt, Hawks furrows his brow at her.

"It's what everyone thinks…" Katsumi sighs solemnly.

"…I would beg to differ." Hawks furrows his brow.

Stop lying…" Katsumi snaps sharply.

I'm not you want to know what I see when I see you?" Hawks furrows his brow at her.

"…What?" Katsumi scowls at him.

"I see someone strong, someone who doesn't care about anyone's view, someone who even after being beaten black and blue came right back." Hawks tells her, holding her.

"Do you know how patronising that sounds?" Sharply, she demands from Hawks.

"I just…I don't think you realize how amazing of a person you are. Eve when most heroes would laze about you work diligently to make sure you're no left behind. You're surprisingly patient for someone who people fear for having quite the temple but you give people chances, you're not scared to do so. You just…you work so hard and I just…I mean even when we first met…I never looked down at you for your arm. Do you think I don't see what you do to do your job, the pills you take, the exercises you take, you work so hard to do your job. It's admirable it really is, I can't get over how hard you work to do your job right, you work your butt off. You think I don't see that, I don't see how many people pin you as rude, how many people don't know you and just assume. If they knew what you did…" Honestly, Hawks explains to Katsumi

"Hawks?" Katsumi furrows his brow befuddled by Hawks words.

"I've seen you struggle, I've seen you falter and sure I may not understand people seeing you as weak but I don't see you as weak Kat I don't. But you don't have to do this to prove yourself, I don't want to make you think you're alone I want to help you Kat I do." Hawks elaborates his points.

"…" Silent scarlets stare into glistening gold, the two furrowing their brow having no clue what to make of any of this.

I" care about you with everything I am. Never in my life have I met someone who wants to know me, for me. Even after everything I did you still wanted to get to know me, you still gave me that chance of us to be friends. I want to help you like you're helping me. I've always been grateful for you Mal so please…let me help you." Earnestly, Hawks confesses to Katsumi simply staring at him, her shaking scarlet staring into his firm glistening gold, no words coming to mind mystification clearly crowning her furrowed facial features from his words before after a sill silence hanging heavily in the air, does she bow her head, shakily exhaling.

"…You can help me by hoisting me up." Meekly, Katsumi whispers making Hawk's hues widen when hearing her shaky exhale.

"O-Oh right! Right!" Eagerly, Hawks smiles as he happily helps the woman up, helping her towards the sofa, ignoring the faint dampness staining the sofa below. Hawks uses his feathers to drape a blanket over the tired Katsumi sighing shakily.

"Katsumi fastens the blanket draped over her form before leaning forward exhaustion etched into her fatigued facial features, just glad to no longer have the heavyweight of sludge smeared upon her.

"There's still some sludge in your hair." Hawks smiles softly at Katsumi as he makes his way on the sofa next to her, draping another towel but this time draped over her head making her ruby red hues widen when feeling his hands on either side of her head. She raises a brow when Hawks ruffles up her hair trying to dry her hair.

"Hawks." Katsumi sighs after another still silence between both heroes hang heavily between the two.

"Hm? Hawks hums arching a brow at her as the chatterbox of the two simply smiles, almost enjoying the still silence, no words needing to be shed between both pros, finding them at ease at the sill silence.

"Thanks." Katsumi sighs bowing her head, slumping her shoulders, leaning in, her temple touches his chest bringing a bright broad smile to his lips.

"Anytime Kat, anytime." Hawks smiles softly at Katsumi, wrapping his arms around her, his wings gently hovering over it, almost trying to protect her almost as the two simply hold one another, finding themselves at peace, at ease in one another's arms finding an odd sense of comfort within one another's arms…

"You have an Endeavour cup?" Amused, Katsumi smirks softly as she and Hawks sit down in the kitchen, the two sat down opposite one another, where the two sip the drinks, enjoying the morning day, both of them in their slacks. Katsumi wears a pair of loose jogging bottoms matching Hawks however while he is shirtless she's wearing a familiar jacket, bringing a small smile to his lips at the sight.

"…No?" Hawks smiles uneasily, sweat sliding down his temple.

"Hawks I can see his flaming beard." Chuckling, Katsumi points to his cup making him bring the cup to his chest clutching it.

"…Jealous?" Slyly, he smirks wiggling brow bemused.

"I'm really not." Flatly, Katsumi deadpans sipping her mug with the word DIE in bold on the snow white basis, she should thank Haneul again for the custom job.

"Maybe I should get you some hawk merch." Mischievously, Hawks smirks eyeing the jacket draped over her baggy shirt.

"I think I have enough of you as it is." Tiredly, she sighs brow furrowing at him.

"You could never get enough of me." Hawks winks.

"I'm sure…" Dryly, she rolls her eyes exasperated.

"You know what I'd love…" Smirking, Hawks leans back in his seat.

"An endeavour beanbag." Bluntly, Katsumi shrugs.

"…You think they'd make those?" Excited, Hawks gold gleam glisten.

"You worry me sometimes besides wouldn't those be bad for your wings?" Worried, Katsumi furrows her brow eyeing said wings poofing up briefly as she feels the teasing touch of one of Hawks' feathers flutter by her side.

"Oh…right." Hawks deflates at the thought, his wings lowering slightly.

"So what would make you happy?" Sighing, Katsumi tries to change the topic.

"Bombarda merch." Merrily, Hawks smiles softly at Katsumi making her furrow her brow.

"No." Swiftly, she shuts the idea down, she didn't like her face as it was for her to see it all over…there was a reason why she never watched the podcasts.

"Come on I'd love to have a Bombarda mug." Hawks whines.

"Just have one of those crappy knock offs sleazebags make them." Lazily, Katsumi dismisses him.

"Do you know the mount of money you'd get from that sort of stuff?" Stunned, Hawks points out.

"And do you know I care about that kinda crap?" Coldly, Katsumi deadpans.

"Fair point. Maybe I should get you some hawk merch?" Hawks smirks slyly at the thought.

"I think I have enough around the flat." Firmly, Katsumi remarks eyeing the feathers littered about the place, her brow furrowed, he seemed to be littering more recently.

"Think of me as adding my charm to this little nest of ours." Fondly, Hawks smiles as Katsumi coughs, spurting out her coffee from his words.

"You're never letting that go are you?" Tiredly, she sighs slumping her shoulders, after recovering, coughing feeling familiar feathers lift up, gently pat her back.

"I'm getting through those defences of yours you love it secretly." Smirking, Hawks winks.

"What I know is that I deal with you." Blushing, Katsumi grumbles glaring to the side.

"You love dealing with me." Hawks smirks smugly.

"Moron…" Mumbling, Katsumi grumbles glaring to the side.

"Love you too baby bird." Cheekily, Hawks leans back in his seat, winking once more making her groan.

"Could you not call me what you call your fans?" Frowning, Katsumi huffs in disapproval.

"Oh so you prefer something personal?" Playfully, Hawks wiggles a brow making her groan.

"I prefer my name." Annoyed, she huffs at him.

"Oh come on I saw you blush when I called you dove." Hawks chuckles smirking when seeing her raw red features.

"...DIE." Sharply, she snaps.

"You're so cute when you blush." Happily, Hawks leans into his hand.

"I'll kill you." Scowling, she tells him, her grip tightening around his mug.

"I'm know you could but you won't." Victorious, Hawks exclaims.

"And why's that?" Katsumi challenges.

"Cause you like me." Hawks smiles in a singsong tone.

"Motherfucker…" Grumbling, Katsumi curses sipping his drink.

"Hey if you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would spend the money on?" Curious, Hawks asks craning his neck back.

"Well I don't know I'd most likely put it in the bank." Bluntly, Katsumi sips her tea.

"Oh come on that's not fun." Hawks pouts.

"That's what a sane person does let me guess what you'd do…" Dubiously, Katsumi smirks slyly.

"Go ahead." Hawks lean back placing his mug down, eager to hear this.

"You'd buy all the chicken takeout's around and have them cook you stuff on hand and foot." Firmly, Katsumi smirks leaning back in her seat.

"Actually…you're wrong." Cockily, Hawks declares proudly, his feathers fluttering.

"Oh really?" Katsumi arches a brow bemused.

"I'd buy a Endeavor beanbag I'd have someone make one and then buy it, I'd but you one too." Hawks smirks leaning forward.

"I rather not sit on a beanbag that looks like my boss." Uncomfortable, Katsumi deadpans.

"And then I'd take you all over the world." Hawks proudly proclaims stretching his wings out bringing a small smile to Katsumi's lips.

"All over the world?" Smirking, she arches a brow bemused.

"Yep. I'd spend all my money on it, making it the best of the best, candle lit dinners, violins in the background…" Hawks describes in awe.

"You dumbass." Blushing, Katsumi places her head in her hands groaning.

"What?" Hawks arches a brow befuddled by the steam spewing out of her.

"I don't need that. That's very sweet of you." Endearingly, she nods her head at him.

"Then…what do you need?" Curious, Hawks asks her staring softly down at his mug.

"All I need huh…I think I have it." Honestly, Katsumi confesses looking around her kitchen.

"You…do?" Hopeful, Hawks shyly stares at her as she looks around her home interior.

"A sofa and TV with some bowls of popcorn." Casually, she shrugs.

"Maybe a blanket." Hawks offers raising his mug slightly.

"Eh your wings are enough." Unfazed, Katsumi smirks smugly unaware of the ruby red tint to Hawk's cheeks, his gold dilating from her words, his feathers fluttering from her words.

"Really now so you do enjoy movie nights." Pleased, Hawks exclaims.

"All I'm saying is this I don't need riches, I don't need any of that crap so long as I got good company. I'm happy." Honestly, Katsumi confesses staring softly down at her mug.

"And I'm good company?" Coyly, he asks.

"You know the answer to that dumbass." Scoffing, she rolls her eyes at him.

"Doesn't mean I don't want to hear it. Oh yeah I was wondering since it's movie night tomorrow want me to get the snacks and such?" Curious, Hawks asks her.

"Sure. You picked the movie yet?" Intrigued, she asks him.

"Yep." He nods his head.

"You're not going to tell me are you?" Tiredly, she sighs furrowing her brow at him.

"And ruin the surprise you know me dove…" Dubiously, he teases.

"Whatever I''ve got work to do. Don't talk to me unless it's important'." Katsumi sighs standing up.

"I'll see you tonight." He stands up as she removes her jacket passing it over to him.

"Yeah, don't do anything stupid alright?" Attentively, she warns him.

"Me stupid?" Hawks wiggles a brow.

"Hawks you bashed into the window when you tried to get in here yesterday." Tiredly, she reminds him.

"Yes well…I have a shoot today for mutant month with Mirio alright? They won't be happy if…" Awkwardly, Hawks trails off.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Just be careful alright I ain't dealing with your model agency having a go at me for your nose." Sighing, she reminds him.

"Love you too dove." Smirking, he winks at her.

"Tch…whatever…" Scowling, Katsumi glares to the side, a bright broad blush of ruby red heavily dusted upon her cheeks only making Hawks' eyes wider when seeing her unable to look him in the eye as she sips her drink, the two happily chirpily conversing, enjoying breakfast with one another, preparing for the day ahead one filled with flashes of the camera and the other fighting for the justice of society.

"Hey guys what's a word that's a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?" Curious, Kane asks out loud as he, Haneul and Bombarda stand in the room below the top. Bombarda sat on top of Haneul's desk, looking over at the paperwork done by Firefly as she herself tends to the computer, looking over at the most recent documented files sent their way to look over, having a paperwork day of sorts.

"Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-" Unfazed, Firefly offers a list of said words while Bombarda brushes the question of, trying to focus on the task at hand that is until…

"Smad." Victorious, Kane beams brightly as he comes to his conclusion confusing both Bombarda and Firefly furrowing their brow at the boy before them, sharing a look with one another as if they needed confirmation for such a word.

"…What?" Firefly furrows her brow both Bombarda and her sharing a look.

"Smad." Simply, Kane shrugs stating said answer once more.

"That…that isn't a word." Honestly, Haneul dismisses.

"Hey if shibboleth can be a word so can smad." Sternly, Kane argues annoyance etched into his tense tone scowling at the two poking his pencil at them.

"Shib-what?" Befuddled, Bombarda does a doubletake.

"Shibboleth." Simply, Haneul shrugs stating the fact firmly.

"That's not a word." Firefly furrows her brow befuddled by the word.

"Is it!" Annoyed, Kane jolts up sharply standing before the two scowling at them.

"Prove it." Bombarda tells him.

"Fine!" Firmly, Kane snaps sharply snatching his phone, to the two where the two peer in staring at the answer.

"Shibboleth a custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people, especially a long-standing one regarded as outmoded or no longer important." Bombarda reads out loud.

"…" Silently, Bombarda and Firefly stare at Kane.

"…" Firmly, Kane stands strong, brow furrowing firmly standing his ground.

"Did you hit your head?" Haneul furrows her brow concern clear upon her frowning facial features.

"Why?" Warily, Kane quirks his head to the side.

"You…no offence Kane but you're not exactly a reader." Fairly, Firefly tries to argue but..

"Yeah I am I read!" Defensively, Kane crosses his arms over his chest cross.

"You read magazines." Firefly points out unamused.

"Hey! Magazines are just as valid as ordinary books!" Scowling, Kane argues annoyed.

"…Are you saying to kill a mockingjay is in the same league as one of your gossip mags?" Mad, Firefly's green narrow insulted almost at the thought.

"Or pride and prejudice is in the same league as some smutty playboy mag of yours." Bombarda joins in equally as lost though surprisingly not as angry as the furious Firefly.

"Hey! At least I'm not psycho who wants to know how to kill a bird!" Scoffing, Kane chuckles shaking his head at the thought as both Bombarda and Firefly exchange looks.

"Do you…do you even know what it's about?" Scowling, Katsumi questions him.

"You trying to kill Hawks?" Casually, Kane shrugs sheepishly.

"Okay one Hawks isn't a mockingjay if you must know he's a red tailed Hawks." Huffing, Katsumi corrects Kane making the two arch a brow by her words noting the faint tinge of defensiveness.

"And I needed that clarification cause?" Sceptical, Kane furrows his brow wary.

"He eats other birds…" Briskly, Katsumi waves the two off sharing a look.

"Oh…explains his thing for chicken." Chirpily, Kane smiles.

"Yeah…" Katsumi trails off brow furrowed.

"That's sort of messed up." Firefly furrows his brow.

"The whole eco system is messed up think about it when a shark is pregnant there are 12 eggs but then a battle royal happens and only two survive that's cause of the stronger babies eating their siblings." Kane explains to the two.

"Isn't that cannibalism?" Confused, Bombarda points out.

"Yep! Messed up right? Not only that but in the animal world is a shark is in season it will be raped by another shark." Kane throws in.

"…Why do you know all this?" Lost, Firefly furrows her brow at him.

"There are many benefits to being a marine biologist." Boastfully, Kane winks cheekily at the two.

"…But you're not one." Bombarda crosses her arms over her chest.

"But I could have been…" Beaming, Kane chuckles leaning back in his seat screeching when said chair buckles beneath him as he comes crashing down, groaning when falling flat into the messy pile below, his arm outstretched having hit the bin by his side causing rubbish to come crashing down, spilling all over his feeble form.

"I just wanted to say it okay?" Muffled, Kane whines feebly waving his arms about.

"He's been saying this for the past week." Frowning, Firefly sighs turning towards Bombarda.

"Right…is this like the up dog phase?" Perplexed, Katsumi ponders out loud.

"It wasn't a phase urgh you guys just don't get humour!" Huffing, Kane crosses his arms over his chest.

"…Right." Katsumi sighs shaking her head at the antics of her sidekick and friend.

"I…I also like documentaries." Dubiously, Kane points out.

"Riiight…." Katsumi draws out, ruby reds narrowing.

"The animal world is a messed up place guys." Kane tuts shaking his head at the two.

"So can the human world." Briskly, Bombarda points out just then the ding of the elevator echoes in the officer, alerting the others as all eyes turn towards the elevator, where the doors slide open announcing…

"Bombarda." Endeavour steps out of the elevator, brow furrowed at the sight of the woman.

"Oh Mr Endeavour g-" Warmly, Firefly tries to be friendly but….

"Patrol now." Endeavour cuts Firefly off.

"Apologize now." Unfazed, Bombarda counters making the other two sidekicks squirm slightly from their boss' brisk blunt nature.

"Excuse you?" Endeavour's icy blue narrow.

"My sidekick was going to greet you util you rudely cut her off." Offended, Bombarda snaps sharply.

"We don't have time for this with Hawks out of-" Enraged, Endeavour begins brow furrowed.

"I ain't leaving till you apologise." Angrily, Bombarda bellows.

"I'll be waiting outside." Aloofly, Endeavour turns his back to her heading into the elevator just as the doors slam shut.

"…You gonna go?" Curious, Kane asks.

"Do I have a choice?" Unfazed, Bombarda counters coolly.

"Have fun!" Kane bellows making Katsumi furrow her brow as she too heads into the now empty elevator.

"You guys know what to do. Firefly don't do anything Kane would do and Kane…don't be you." Tiredly, Katsumi dismisses her sidekicks sweat dropping as they watch the elevator take her down, heading down to the ground level, where Endeavour awaits as the two begin their patrol.

"So where's Hawks?" Huffing, Endeavour questions after the still silence heavenly hanging over the two making their way through the streets scowling. A part of Katsumi had to admit this was much more her sort of patrol, no words needing to be shared. She preferred this, it was nice not having some pesky pecking at her cheek or at the least talking her ears off.

"Why would I know?" Scowling, Katsumi's raw reds narrowing glaring at the flame hero's icy blue simply staring down at the girl below him.

"You two tend to hang around with one another outside hours." Honestly, Endeavour points out.

"Didn't think you'd notice." Bombarda briskly huffs.

"it's either that or him managing to turn every single conversation we have about you." Bitterly, Endeavour sneers scowling at the memory.

"…What?" Bombarda furrows her brow at Endeavour, his icy blue twitching at the memory. He remembers the two simply strolling only to see the golden blur bouncing from one shop to the other. His ruby reds shimmer at the shining gems on the display proudly presenting before him, saying Katsumi would love it, his golds gleaming, glinting at the ruby red gems he would get her as if he were a child in a candy store.

"Don't ask." Angrily, Endeavour growls, the flames feasting upon his skin flaring, blazing brightly, blaring almost as he recalls another memory of him on his phone, talking about her, talking about dome post he made just gushing about her latest fight, having shoved Soundspark page in his face for him to see the sight of the two having taken down another foe.

"Right…anyway something to do something about a shoot for mutant month." Mumbling, Katsumi grumbles grouchily at the murky memory of having breakfast together.

"That's still going on?" Endeavour arches a brow.

"Yep." Katsumi exclaims.

"Load of hogwash if you asked me. Pointless in the end villains still linger in the shadows, whether they be mutant or not I will take them down." Determined, Endeavour proclaims proudly fury flowing through his veins ignoring the fiery flames around him taking Bombarda back, leaping back briefly by the sheer intensity of his flickering flames.

"I don't know enough about mutants to say anything heck I don't even know if we can say that word." Bombarda confesses sighing slumping her shoulders.

"What are you talking about?" Annoyed, Endeavour's eyes narrow.

"The word mutant." Meekly, Katsumi grimaces, glancing to the side.

"What about it?" Irritated, Endeavour's eyes narrow.

"I just…I don't know if we can say it." Katsumi sighs.

"Oh don't be so sensitive it's a word it was created for the purpose of identifying a different category of quirks." Logically, Endeavour points out.

"I know that but…" Katsumi begins but…

"What matters at the end of the day is taking down the villain no matter their quirk." Resolute, Endeavour states the fact firmly.

"True but you have to notice how most people are getting worried since mutants have been on the rise." Katsumi points out furrowing her brow at the memory of her chat with Inko.

"You think that's actually true? The only reason people are worried is because the media pointed that out." Endeavour explains to Katsumi.

"And that's why I'm worried. Mutants already have a hard time as it is standing out." Katsumi sighs furrowing her brow remembering a fair few sidekicks she took in being mutants and then tensing up during conversations when someone would say said word. She didn't know so she'd try to avoid saying the word or really talking about it, her sidekicks were her sidekicks so long as they did their job she was happy.

"You've been spending too much time with that bird." Briskly, Endeavour exclaims brow furrowed.

"That bird is your fan and ally." Annoyed, Katsumi's ruby reds narrow at the flame hero.

"Hmph." Endeavour tsks, glowering, glaring to the side.

"I bet you're invited to tons of parties." Dryly, Katsumi rolls her eyes exasperated.

"I don't need to be." Briskly, Endeavour exclaims.

"Said every loner ever." Katsumi furrows her brow, rolling her eyes annoyed.

"I could burn you to a crisp remember?" Endeavour reminds Katsumi.

"And I could cause this whole district to explode remember?" Smoothly, she reminds him.

"…" Enraged, Endeavour glares down at Bombarda.

"…" Silently, Bombarda stares up at Endeavour.

"You got a new arm." Endeavour arches a brow by her new prosthetic.

"Commission sent it." Aloofly, Katsumi brushes him off.

"I see…have you spoken to Natsuo?" Endeavour asks taking Katsumi aback noting the sudden shy demeanour of sorts from the question.

"What?" Katsumi blinks baffled by the sudden shift of tension.

"I asked you a question girl." Grumpily, he returns to his harsh self.

"And now I'm asking you, what's it to do with you?" Annoyed, Bombarda's raw reds narrow.

"He is my son." Sternly, Endeavour rudely reminds her.

"And he is a acquaintance of mine." Tiredly, Bombarda sighs.

"Therefore I have a higher standing to you!" Sternly, he tells her almost commanding her making her hue twitch.

"Not from what I heard." Haughty, she remarks.

"Regardless as your superior you will tell me everything he told you!" Sternly, Endeavour commands Katsumi whose ruby red twitches from his words.

"Yeah no." Swiftly, she shuts down the command.

"Excuse you!?" Endeavour seethes snarling down at her.

"Is the sizzling of your beard blocking out your hearing I ain't telling you jack!" Fed up, Bombarda sharply snaps at him.

"Excuse you?" Endeavour snarls hissing harshly at Bombarda.

"You heard me." Mad, Bombarda crosses her arms over her chest, happily turning the stare off scowling, glowering, glaring daggers that is until…

"THEIF!" Surprised, both of them jolt up at the voice turning to see some figure with spring like limbs leap up and down descending high into the air, a bag full of loot heaved over their shoulder, shiny trinkets of jewels and bills freely flowing from said bag like a bottomless well almost.

"Shit!" Endeavour curses about to fire a blast of flames but the agile villain easily avoids said blast.

"A mutant type form the looks of things. So much for this mutant month." Muttering, Bombarda huffs as the two try to chase after him, Bombarda blasting her way through the air far from Endeavour, levitating in the air with his flames, a part of Bombarda blinks baffled by the sight at how that was possible but brushes it off having more important things to focus on.

"Nice try suckers!" Surprised both heroes gasp when said spring limb, one of the feet swipe striking at them both throwing them down to the ground below, making them groan as they come crashing down into the cracked crater below.

"Shit we're never going to catch up! Endeavour curses standing up alongside Bombarda as they see the spring figure leap from one building to one on the rooftops as they make it to a more open place, noting the park nearby open to the public, a perfect place to find a hostage…

"Endeavour throw me!" Bombarda calls out urgently surprising Endeavour.

"What?" Endeavour barks at Bombarda unaware of the photo shoot taking place near by the order.

"JUST DO IT! Bombarda bellows, sharply screaming at Endeavour sighing as he grabs hold of the girl before tossing her high into the sky where she releases a huge explosion from her palms propelling herself towards the spring villain.

"You again!?" Angrily, the spring villain tires to whack Bombarda back only to gasp when she swiftly snatches the spring, tossing the villain down to the ground below, into the park ground forming a cracked creator below. Bombarda stands stoically, tall, towering over the groaning villain, having pinned her down to the ground, defeated.

"Damn…that was pretty badass!" Surprised, Bombarda jolts up at the voice turning to look up from the crater, her ruby reds widening when looking into another shade of ruby red from a white haired girl, grinning winking mischievously at the befuddled Bombarda.

"Uh…" Unsure, Bombarda answers unsure.

"So you're Hawk's friend." Merrily, Mirko greets her a hand on her hip.

"…The crew are fine, good work Bombi!" Mischievously, Hawks winks at the furrowed frown of Katsumi.

"…Bombi?" Befuddled, Katsumi furrows her brow at the nickname.

"Thought of it on the fly." Aloofly, Hawks shrugs smirking amused at her furrowed frown.

"You…" Bombarda begins brow furrowed.

"Bombarda has the villain been dealt with?" Endeavour's loud voice calls out making all eyes turn to the flame hero police behind him.

"Yeah…" Bombarda nods her head perking up at the police rushing in just as Hawks offers his hand out to her. She takes said hand, being helped out of the crater. She watches the police take care of the villain supposedly called springer.

"Apologies for ruining your shoot." Sighing, Katsumi furrows her brow at the sight of the production crew, all seemed well and besides they most likely had some contingency plan to help recover from this.

"Nah it's fine." Flimsy, Hawks smirks at Katsumi adjusting her limb, flexing her fingertips, she was still adjusting getting used to the new limb.

"Yeah we just wrapped up." Miriko tells Hawks.

"Right see you." Bombarda turns on her heel about to leave when…

"Wait hold on!" Miriko calls out.

"Hm?" Befuddled, Bombarda furrows her brow turning to stare at the two before her, this had better be good, she had a file to report in.

"Let's go get something to eat!" Merrily, Miriko beams brightly grinning at the baffled Bombarda.

"…Excuse you?" Bombarda blinks baffled, taken aback by the thought.

"Come on aren't you hungry?" Hawks asks smirking softly at her.

"I'm fine thanks. I'm also on duty." Dutifully, Katsumi reminds the two.

"Come on Bombarda it's getting close to lunch." Gently, Hawks argues as Bombarda sharply scowls.

"I have a job to do." Sternly, she reminds the two unamused.

"Come on Endeavour's taking care of the details." Miriko gestures to the male tending to the police as they arrest Springer swiftly chaining him up.

"I can't just …" Sharply, she scowls at the two but…

"Oi Endeavour mind if we borrow Bombarda for a minute." Miriko calls out startling Bombardment taking her aback as she simply stares at the nerves of the bunny before her.

"One grunt for yes two grunts for no." Hawks joins in as she simply stares stunned at the two before her.

"He isn't going to res-" Resolute, Bombarda begins brow furrowed however…

"Hmph." Endeavour huffs returning his focus to the police.

"H-How did…!?" Bombarda begins brow furrowed frazzled.

"That's one now come on!" Optimistically, Mirko drapes her arm over Bombarda's.

"O-Oi!" Bombarda scowls as next thing she knew she was being dragged away as the next thing she knew she was in a booth, Hawks talking to the serving sitting in the middle of both Bombarda and Mirko.

"That's what we'll have thanks!" Cheerfully, Hawks passes the menu back to the beaming server, looking lovestruck at both Hawks and Mirko making Bombarda sweat drop as they happily give their autographs to the waiter.

"N-no thank you to have the three top ten heroes in my restaurant thank you so much!" Squealing, the server squeals blushing beaming brightly her hues shifting forming into hearts at the sheer sight of the two.

"And there goes another creepy fan." Frowning, Bombarda mutters under her breath.

"She means well." Hawks shrugs.

If she did she'd give us a discount." Dubiously, Bombarda mutters under her breath furrowing her brow at the money spent, scowling.

"I'll be right back." Hawks smiles standing up.

"Take your time." Miriko tells him as Hawks gets out of the booth courtesy of Mirko standing up allowing passage for him to head to the bathroom. Bored, Bombarda simply scowls at the window, furrowing her brow by the glove gingerly touching her shoulder. She looks up, her ruby red gazing down into a pair of glistening gold, a small wink sent her way making her roll her eyes exasperated as he heads into the toilet, leaving the two women alone.

"She's not doing anyone any harm you know." Mirko smirks slightly at Bombarda brow further furrowing from her words.

"Not now maybe but don't you think feeding them is only going to make this obsession grow, they could demand things from you or make some weird shrines." Scowling, Bombarda warns Mirko.

"And you'd know?" Amused, Mirko chuckles under her breath bemused.

"Kane made a shine about some boy band said it made him have an awakening…" Aloofly, Bombarda dismisses waving her off, grimacing at the memory of Kane's shrine, she still remembered the glued up[ pictures, the black maker pen on the other boys but from one person. She thought it to be odd but left it as it was, not even wanting to go down the hole that she had seen him fall down time and time again.

"Awakening?" Mikio arches a brow bemused.

"Best not to ask. All I'm saying is feeding these fans are only going to give them the mindset that they deserve stuff from you. When you do enough for them by putting yourself on that front line." Bombarda explains to her.

"You act as if they don't." Mirko huffs leaning back in her seat.

"Hm?" Bombarda hums raising a brow.

"Hawks has been asked a number of times for his feathers." Frowning, Mirko informs Katsumi.

"And he hasn't given them away?" Astonished, Katsumi arches a brow.

"Nope, not ever." Resolute, Mirko states the fact firmly.

"I'm surprised with the amount he moults he could make a pretty penny from them. I've seen how he has fans freely touch those feathers of him too." Tiredly, Katsumi grimaces at the memory of the two patrolling, the children about petting his feathers as if it were a petting zoo.

"Some have even bid on having dates with him!" Haughtily, Mirko throws in making Bombarda's blood turn ice cold.

"…What?" Seething, she snaps sharply scowling, feeling her eye twitch, feeling something swiftly snap in her.

"The commission, some celebs would ask some heroes to do what they call bodyguard work when its just to get them in the sheets…" Smirking, Mirko exclaims.

"You're shitting me." Katsumi leans back disgust drenched in her tone.

"Nope I've been on a fair share." Smirking, Mirko exclaims.

"And you're okay with that!? This is…it's practically human trafficking." Fuming, Bombarda argues anger laced in her tone.

"You get used to it it's like when I first became a hero and was offered a deal with some magazine…" Aloofly, Mirko says.

"You mean…." Katsumi's eyes narrow she knew of some smut magazines, she had heard rumours of…from the top of her head she remembered some heroes like Midnight falling into that category.

"Yeah…heh not my fault I'm that attractive don't blame them the bunny aesthetic doesn't help either." Mirko looks over at her nails.

"You shouldn't have to put up with this, either of you." Frustrated, Bombarda despises, furrowing her brow by the sudden still silence resonating echoing in the air as she bows her head to Bombarda.

"…I think I get it." Miriko closes her eyes bowing her head slightly.

"Get what?" Lost, Katsumi furrows her brow sharpy snapping at her she couldn't just drop this topic, this was disgusting, the fact the commission were getting away with this…it made Bombarda's blood boil, bubble, burn.

"Why he likes you so much…you don't want him. Not the way the world wants him. He doesn't have to put up a front with you." Miriko sighs relieved almost at it.

It would be difficult t to want someone when you've seen them flaunt around your home in their Endeavour boxers with a chicken wing in his hand and barbecue sauce smeared all over his face." Frowning, Katsumi mutters at the memory, it was late at night, she had felt the soft shiver of coldness confusing her as she got out of bed only then to see said blonde with the fridge open, a KFC bucket clutched coiled to his chest, munching on the food, chickens sauce smeared all over him wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.

You're shitting me." Mirko snickers smirking chuckling coyly under his breath.

I wish…that memory has been burned into my memory, no matter how much bleach I try to drink it's still there." Traumatized, Bombarda bitterly mutters miserably under her breath at the memory.

"Hahahah!" Heckling, Miriko bursts out laughing alarming Katsumi noting a fair fee eyes on them.

"Sounds to me like Hawks has found himself a good partner." Perkily, Mirko smirks leaning back in her seat stunning the baffled Bombarda.

"P-Partner!?" Puzzled, Bombarda blurts out, a heavy hue of ruby red smeared upon her cheeks, taken aback by the bright broad grin from the merry Miriko.

"I'm back!" Beaming, Hawks happily comes back brightly greeting the two as he swiftly slides back in, eager to have this meal between both pros.

"So what have I missed out on?" Curious, Hawks asks as he returns to the middle of his seat, his wings spreading out slightly as he asks the two.

"Just you in your Endeavour undies." Cheekily, Mikio snickers smirking smugly at Hawk's flinch turning to glare playfully pouting at the brunette by his side calmly picking at the salad she choose for herself.

"Kat you weren't meant to teeeell!" Childishly, Hawks whines at her bringing a small smirk to her lips.

"And I'm sure there's a lot of things you've said that you weren't meant to tell." Truthfully, she reminds Hawks smirking when seeing him hide his face in his jacket collar.

"Touché Kat, touché." Playfully, he gives her that only making her smirk widen as she bows her head shaking her head at the man-child before her.

"Oh ho first names, you know I never did know Hawk's name do you know it?" Mischievously, Miriko asks as Hawks flinches from the topic.

"Hey what were you guys-" Hawks tries to change topic but…

"Nope." Smoothly, Katsumi answers as she sips her lemonade.

"Nope?" Mystifed, Miriko blinks baffled.

"Nope." Unfazed, Katsumi answers.

"And you don't care!?" Miriko slams her fist on the table as Hawks sweat drops at the two while Katsumi simply sips her drink, unfazed by the loud bark.

"Not really no." Bored, Bombarda shrugs unaware of the soft shy smile upon Hawks, his facial features softening slightly from her words. He leans into his hand simply staring, watching the oblivious woman continues sipping her drink. Miriko simply stares a small sly smirk upon her lips when seeing the warmth in his yellows, she had never seen Hawks look so soft, so vulnerable so…happy. Sure, he had his smile for his fans but this was…never had she seen him wear such a smile, it wasn't as broad or as broad as his public smile it may be small. But the amount of care, the amount of warmth, the amount of love in that smile was as clear as day. Hawks hues narrow noting the eye on him, noting her raw reds on him.

Well what else were you talking about?" Awkwardly, Hawks coughs changing topic smiling shyly at Mirko.

"Her hatred of fans." Mercifully, Mirko takes pity on the flustered boy before her.

"She's just jealous because I keep telling her if she wants fans she needs to smile more." Mischievously, Hawks winks at the scowling brunette.

"Ah yes because I would be so envious towards having a stranger fantasise about me." Scoffing, Katsumi furrows her brow.

"Pff! She's a riot you were right Hawks!" Hollering, Mirio pats the smooth surface of the tabletop below, cackling.

"Pardon?" Perplexed, Katsumi furrows her brow lost.

"Hawks has bee telling me all about you…" Miriko tells Katsumi.

"Miriko!" Whining, Hawks huffs childishly.

"…Right." Katsumi furrows his brow as Hawks smiles strained, sweat sldiing down the side of his tense temple.

"Heh…you should smell how sweaty Hawks is right now." Bluntly, Miriko calls out geustring to Hawks flinching from her words.

"Miriko!" Harshly, Hawks hisses at her, a faint ruby red smear staining his cheeks.

"…Okay?" Oblivious, Bombarda's brow furrows, having no real clue what to make of it.

"Y-You're not put off?" Mystifed, Miriko raises a brow taken aback.

"…I sweat for a living." Bluntly, Bombarda deadpans.

"…True. Speaking of your quirk is pretty badass." Boisterously, Mirko slams her fist down on the table once again.

"I suppose." Bombarda glances to the side.

"You know you're a lot more calm in person than what people hype you up as, I mean you're all like die, die, die on media." Miriko points out.

"Most likely because the media pissed me off." Katsumi shrugs unapologetic making Mirko smirk.

"Hahahahahaha! Yep she's a keeper Hawks I like her. Now then let's see how strong you are." Eagerly, Miriko suddenly slams her arm down on the table once more.

"Pardon?" Puzzled, Bombarda furrows her brow at the hand offered to her.

"I heard around that people think you're the strongest girl in the heroes society. Now let's see if that's true!" Smirking, Mirko tells Bombarda.

"With a arm wrestle?" Warily, Bombarda's ruby reds narrow at her limb.

"Yeah!" Mirko beams brightly at the thought.

"I rather not arm wrestle in public." Politely, Bombarda refuses.

"Come on you're not getting away this time!" Miriko reasons.

"This time?" Confused, Bombarda furrows her brow at Miriko.

"We've met before." Mirko tells her.

"…Have we?" Bombarda quirks her head to the side.

"…Oh right you're the weird one who got Hawks drunk." Bombarda's eyes expand at the memory.

"Heeeey come on…" Hawks slumps his shoulders at the murky memory.

"I also asked you to fight me! Now let's do this!" Determined, Mirko smirks baring her feral fangs at Bombarda.

"…I rather not make a scene in public." Politely, she refuses however…

"Oh come on it'll be fun." Smirking, Miriko grabs Bombarda's arm.

"H-Hey hold on!" Bombarda calls out panicked only to gasp when she grabs Bombarda's prosthetic as suddenly she is thrown to the floor below.

"Mirko!" Hawks cries out clear concern on both he girl and the table now split shattered.

"I would apologise but she brought this on herself. Excuse me check please!" Politely, Katsumi calls out to the waiter staring stunned at the destruction caused, cradling her fidgeting fist to her chest, seems there were still some squeaks in her new limb.

"O-Oh.." The waiter begins brow furrowed fearful even.

"She'll pay for the table." Unfazed, Katsumi says to the waiter.

"O-Of course mam." The waiter then rushes over fussing over Hawks and the groanning Mirko.

"Mirko you okay?" Hawks asks worry laced in his tone.

"Heh…you…you really are as strong as they say…" Smirking, Mirko moves her head up, shy streams of ruby red descending down the side of her head.

"…Thank you…I suppose?" Unsure, Katsumi nods her head.

"This isn't over got that? Me and you, we're going to have another match and I'll beat you got it!" Madly, Mirko declares determined, gritting her teeth together, grinning giddily at the furrowed frown of Bombarda simply staring down at the woman before her only then for her ruby reds to widen when the ruby reds glaring up at her shift, soften, the woman below her shifting to a certain bombastic blonde, gritting his teeth together declaring…

"I'll be number one…no matter what."

…Heh…" Haughtily, a small smirk crosses Katsumi's lips bowing her head amused.

What's so funny?" Frowning, Mirko demands annoyed almost at the sight.

"That declaration of yours…I'll hold you to it." Katsumi smirks softly at Mirko blinking baffled by the hand offered to her before a familiar glint gleams in her raw reds. She confidently grasps hold of that hand, helping her up as the two forms this pact between both pros.

*So what do you think of this chapter? Of Miriko and Katsumi? Someone asked what it'd be like if the three of them wet to U.A and oh boy I pity Katsumi. Still would love to know your thoughts on Mirikio's conversation with Katsumi about her dynamic with Hawks!*