Alright now smile there we go perfect now…" Loudly, the director calls out as both Hawks and Miriko pose for the camera while the other models on standby, ogle the two, heavy hues of ruby red upon their respective cheeks as the shoot continues. The fierce flash of the camera flashes both pros remaining unfazed by it that is until the two perk up at the sound of a phone going off alarming most as a skittish Masara gasp at the phone. Panicked, Masara takes the phone startled even as it smoothly slips out of his sweaty hands from the sudden spotlight shining down upon him, already feeling sweat slither down his tense temple from the scrutinising stares on him.

Loudly, the phone continues going off much to the annoyance of the people watching on as Mitsuki's ruby reds narrow at her husband, feeling her hue twitch tiredly at her husband's frantic fretful attempt at catching the phone smoothly sliding out of his sweaty hands.

"Masaru!" Mitsuki snaps sharply at her husband bringing him back to reality snapping out of his feverish frantic state shakily snatching the bar of soap that was his phone.

"R-Right s-sorry! S-Sorry everyone!" Meekly, Masura apologises bowing his head frantically to the people around the shoot. Mitsuki sighs softly at her husband, shaking her head at her husband's rather endearing nervous antics as the director decides for everyone to have a break as Masaru goes to leave, to answer said call privately.

"So…haven't heard about Bombarda in a while…" Miriko remarks as she and Hawks are taking a break near the table, Miriko sipping the bottled water offered as she sees Hawks flinch from the namedrop.

"What's that got to do with me?" Hawks huffs, his feathers fluttering briefly by the name drop as Miriko simply arches a brow bemused by Hawk's huff.

"Well you are obsessed with her." Honestly, Miriko deadpans.

"I am not obsessed." Hawks scoffs shaking his head at the thought.

"You're shitting me right?" Miriko snickers smirking slightly amused almost.

"Look what happened was my instincts that's all nothing more." Aloofly, Hawks brushes Miriko off as she eyes Hawks' feathers fluttering from it.

"Nothing more?" Miriko smirks slightly almost amused at it.

"Nothing more." Hawk's hues narrow at Miriko, his tone tense as Miriko couldn't help but shy shaking her head at the fool before her.

"Hello?" Masura furrows his brow as he answers the call brow furrowed.

"Mr Bakugo…" Masara's hues widen when hearing the familiar voice.

"Doctor Sachiko? What's going on?" Alarmed, Masara's hues narrow adjusting his lenses.

"It's Katsumi she…" Kazz begins as next thing Masara knew, his horrified hues dilated, feeling his heart drop, his blood turning as cold as ice as he heard the news.

"Are you sure about that?" Sternly, Masura demands from him, his tone cold curt soft sighing, he knew he couldn't make a scene even if he could feel the panic pumping through him, he knew his wife wouldn't be happy to say the least at the news, not wishing to make a scene from the news…

"Would you stop asking me about her? I have a life outside her you know?" Huffing, Hawks grumbles glaring to the side adjusting his visor lenses.

"Oh do you now? I haven't seen you update a single thing for quite sometime…" Smirking, Miriko continues pressing playfully.

"I update when I update." Simply, Hawks states the fact frankly firmly.

"I haven't seen a single shot of Bombarda on your feed either." Mischievously, Miriko throws in recalling a fair few past phots on her feed as she ran about the city, recalling one of the two during a podcast or at the least post podcast with the caption brought the dove her daily dose of slush showing said screen of the slurping Katsumi with Hawks by her side sipping his own slushie, his wing stretched out behind her as they sat shoulder to shoulder, Katsumi on her phone sipping said drink while Hawks posed.

"Because I have a life outside her and maybe they are no more good pictures of her." Hawks offers aloofly as Miriko smirks slightly seeing him shyly hide his mouth with his jacket collar.

"Or there are pictures you don't want anyone but you to see?" Smirking, she asks as a glistening gleams in her cheeky crimsons seeing Hawk's feathers flinch from her words, noting him tensing up, coughing briefly by her words while he could lie to others. He couldn't lie to her, she could see right through him just as Bombarda could. Coughing, Hawks tries to compose himself from the thought just as he hears the director announce breaktime to be over as the two go to get ready for the next shoot.

"Alright now listen up it's summer, you two are hanging out casual and all that when…" Surprised, the two jolt up at the director's words as Mitsuki watches on from afar, arms crossed over her chest hearing the soft sound of footsteps approaching.

"Mitsuki…" Masaru calls out to the blonde brow furrowed.

"Masaru? What now?" Mitsuki sighs softly tiredly turning to her husband.

"It's Katsumi." Masaru whispers lowly as Mitsuki's ruby reds dilate from her words.

"...What? What's going on?" Anxiously, Mitsuki furrows her brow befuddled alarmed almost at the namedrop, she was sort of used to Katsuki getting into trouble but Katsumi…? There was only one time they were called for her and that…was NOT a good memory.

"Alright you have to stay calm when I tell you…" Gently, Masaru places his hands over his wife's shoulders seeing said woman shake anxiously almost alarmed as she holds herself panicked, perturbed plastered all over her frightened facial features from it.

"JUST TELL ME MASARU!" Mad, Mitsuki snaps sharply at her husband, panicked as Hawks and Mirko perk up at her harsh hiss, his feathers fluttering, her ears twitching from her harsh hiss as Masara tries to keep his wife calm.

"She's been attacked…" Anguished, Masaru bows his head pained.

"…And?" Anxiously, Mitsuki clutches at her chest concern clear on her furrowed frightened features.

"She got hurt. Badly." Bluntly, Masaru answers straight-faced surprising Hawks to see someone so meek, so shy, so submissive act so calm, so composed for his wife.

"How bad?" Worriedly, Mitsuki's grip tightens on the bundles cloth of her shirt.

"…" Silently, Masaru bows his head adjusting his lenses.

"Masaru!" Sharply, she snaps at her husband.

"She's in hospital." Honestly, Masaru responds.

"No, no, no, no, no…" Mitsuki combs her fingertips through her hair tugging at her blonde roots.

"Mitsuki…!" Worriedly, Masaru begins seeing said woman storm off fury flowing through her.

"Um Miss Bakugo where are you going?" The director asks perking up at the blonde storming off.

"None of your damn business." Briskly, she snaps sharply at the director fearfully flinching again.

"Mitsuki!" Masaru calls out worriedly, brow furrowed fretfully following after his wife's swift strides.

"S-Sorry everyone continue this without us!" Apologetically, he tells the people on set swiftly following behind her.

"I'm going to kill her!" Mad, Mitsuki seethes scowls swearing it with her teeth gritted grinding down upon each other as her shimmering scarlet stare ahead, like a man on a mission as everyone flees from her, not wishing to face her wrath...

"I did a thorough examination but other than your arm there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary…" Frowning, Akihiko looks over at the report seeing said notes from Kazz from Deku's prior visit as he reports his findings to the young boy sat across from him.

"Good to hear thanks a lot." Thankful, Midoriya bows his head to him.

"That's an odd injury though mind telling me how it happened…." Hopeful, Akihiko asks but…

"Please doctor Akihiko tell me how is everyone else? How's Bombarda?" Worriedly, Midoriya questions fretfully furrowing his brow, concern clear on his frightened face.

"I can fill you in Midoriya…" Surprised, said boy jolts up at the soft sound of the curtain being pulled to the side.

"Oh good you're okay!" Relieved, Midoriya jolts up from his seat turning to Aizawa.

"Just needed some stitches now come with me…" Aizawa turns his back to the boy following after him, ready to fill Midoriya in as Midoriya couldn't help but think back to a certain brunette worry flowing through him at the thought of her…

The soft sound of weeping echoes throughout the forest as the boy beow the log whimper weakly all on his lonesome. The green haired boy curls in on himself crying his heart out as the stream shyly sparkles, shines, shimmers even as the sun slowly sets.

"Izuku! Izuku!" Loudly, the voice calls out alerting the bruised boy looking up.

"There you are!" Relieved, the young Katsumi swiftly slides down to the boy's side, her brow furrowing from the bruises and soot stains upon his bruised body.

"Hey Midoriya what are you doing out here? Your mother's been worried sick!" She asks the young boy brow furrowed when noting the blue bruises littered about him.

"…K-Kacchan won't let me play with him." Meekly, Midoriya whimpers weakly.

"What?" Katsumi kneels down gently joining his side.

"H-He said a quirkless loser like me wouldn't be able to catch up and he left me here…" Wailing, Midoriya bursts into tears lunging into her arms as she awkwardly freezes from said touch.

"Midoriya come here." Sighing, she softly sets him down.

"I…I didn't want to be quirkless why? Why don't I have a quirk? I-It's not fair it's not!" Upset, the boy cries out the tears freely falling from him.

"I know Izuku…" Softly, she holds him cradling him back and forth.

"How would you, you have a super cool quirk?" Midoriya crosses his arms over his chest pouting.

"And you think this cool is great? Katsuki may act like its cool but it's also a burden Izuku." Gently, Katsumi attempts to explain.

"It is?" Izuku does a double-take.

"Yes, this explosion right here before when I was a kid would have dislodged my socket, would have burnt my hand, would have done a lot worse if I didn't practice, people may call quirklessness weak but I envy them." Truthfully, the young Katsumi confesses to the boy shuffling in her lap.

"You…you do?" Surprised, the boy looks up at her.

"They can live happy normal lives not have the burden of quirks get to them nor the pressures." Smoothly, she continues to explain.

"B-But I can't be a hero." Saddened, Midoriya bows his head.

"Now who says that?" Smiling, Katsumi arches a brow.

"M-Mom and Kaachan." Sniffling, Midoriya uses the back of his hand to wipe the tears aside.

"Well…do you still want to be a hero?" Katsumi asks him.

"Yeah I-I want to be like All Might!" Merrily, Midoriya raises his fist up in the air.

"Well whose stopping you? The only person stopping you is you. If you keep your grades up and be a good boy. I bet you'll get into the hero course." Confidently, Katsumi tells Midoriya making his hues widen at the thought.

"You…you think so?" Hopeful, he asks her, his hues shimmering shining.

"There are more ways to be a hero than beating up the bad guy Izuku." Softly, Katsumi chuckles at him.

"R-Really?" Hopeful, he asks as she removes herself from him.

"Yeah now come on let's go home okay?" Smiling, she stands up, offering her hand out to him.

"O-Okay." Shyly, Midoriya takes her hand as the two head back home…

The soft sound of the heart monitor echoes weakly throughout the room as the body below the bright blaring light above shines down upon the girl grimacing. She contorts, her furrowed features twitching tentatively as she slowly opens her hues, her ruby reds slowly widening when she looks up, her ruby reds looking up into a pair of relieved shimmering shining yellow.

"Y-You're awake!" Relieved, Fatgum grins giddily down at her, his voice breaking briefly making her raise a brow by it.

"Hey Tai…come on what's with the face of a slapped ass?" Amused, Katsumi smirks slightly up at Fatgum, a hushed hoarse hiss escaping his lips.

"I…I'm sorry." Sniffling, Fatgum whimpers weakly wiping away at his ears with his badge sleeve the other in a sling.

"Sorry?" Surprised, Katsumi arches a brow befuddled by the tears freely falling from him.

"…Your arm, you lost it again!" Anguished, Fatgum whimpers weakly while Katsumi simply stares up at him.

"I did?" She furrows her brow eyeing the tear stains freely falling from her cheeks confused.

"Yeah!" Fatgum furrows his brow at her.

"Welp that sucks." Sighing, she shrugs briefly grimacing at the slight sting from said movement.

"I'm sorry I…" Fatgum begins but Katsumi simply furrows her brow up at him.

"Why are you apologising?" Befuddled, Bombarda's ruby reds narrow at Tai.

"Why?! Katsumi if I had been there…!" Fuming, Fatgum begins but Katsumi simply sighs.

"If you had been there redhead would have died…" Drained, Katsumi slowly shuffles upwards, ignoring her bones and aching muscles moaning as she shuffles forward.

"…" Urgently, Tai rushes over, helping her up, placing the pillow up more as he stares wide-eyed at her words.

"We both know you did the best of what you could in that situation." Sighing, she tells him.

"B-But your arm…" Anxiously, he eyes said stump bandaged up.

"Tai it isn't the first time I lost my arm." Amused, Katsumi smiles shyly up at him.

"But you got it back…" Befuddled, Tai argues anxious.

"And it was…interesting to say the least but it's gone. Besides, it wouldn't have done me any favours if it stayed…" Simply, she shrugs.

"What do you mean!? Did you see the blast you made with both hands!?" Flabbergasted, Fatgum asks her.

"Tai…" Tiredly, Katsumi sighs softly at her friend finding it easier to beat himself up.

"If you had kept it…" Pained, Tai begins but…

"If I had kept it I would have had the arm of my teen self not my adult self." Sighing, she tells him.

"What?" Fatgum does a double-take.

"Look the arm I got was the one I had when I was a teen not my adult arm. My arm is gone okay? What happened, happened. There's nothing that could come from that point of view." Sighing, she explains herself to Tai tiredly, she saw the arm, she did, it wasn't the arm she was to have now it was the arm of a teen, a child barely making it into the adulting world, an arm that did not belong.

"But I…it's my fault…" Feebly, Fatgum sniffles softly making Katsumi sigh.

"It isn't your fault. Look why get worried over it?" Tiredly, she asks him.

"Because I failed you…again!" Angrily, Fatgum cries, anger laced in his pained tone.

"Tai listen to me it's fine, it's okay, it's alright I'm fine with this why let myself get so worked up on something that already happened. And what do you mean failed again?" Annoyed, she demands from him baffled.

"You know what I'm talking about…" Agitated, he huffs grumbling glaring to the side.

"Tai…you didn't fail me we were both heroes, both of us were learning and are still learning none of us could have done something. I was the one who went after the villain despite Kazz warning me to stop. I did what I did out of my own choice understand?" Strictly, she snaps sharply taking Tai aback at her sheer seriousness.

"…Yeah. You sure you're okay?" Tentatively, Tai asks her.

"I am how about you?" Katsumi asks eyeing his bandages.

"I'm fine. Though I should probably warn you…" Feebly, Fatgum smiles sadly at Bombarda baffling her.

"Warn me about what?" Baffled, Bombarda queries confusion clear on her furrowed features.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" Screeching, the fierce familiar voice bellows boisterously.

"Oh no…" Katsumi whispers, her ruby reds dilating, dread freely flowing through her…

"WHERE'S MY BABY!?" Boisterously, the voice hollers hellers as immediately dread washes over Katsumi as she turs to see the shy sheepish sympathetic smile of Fatgum as Katsumi groans, dreading what was to come…

"Run while you still can." Seriously, Katsumi warns Tai, her tone stern, serious, scared even from the faint feeble tremor in her tentative tone.

"Already on it!" Frightened, Fatgum flees from the room leaving her to the woman's wrath…

"Did you see Mitsuki?" Mystified, one of the models mutter as they stand around the confections cheekily giggling.

"Yeah I mean sure she's mad sometimes but this was…" Worriedly, one of the models exclaims.

"Did you see the tears in her eyes!?" Snickering, one of the models exclaim.

"I bet it's to do with that kid of hers! The troublemaker!" Snippily, one of the models exclaim.

"Which one? You have to be more specific than that, the crazy one or the whore?" Giggling, the model asks.

"You know the one who was all crazy at the sports festival!" The model answers.

"You mean the one who was kidnapped" Another recognises.

"Yeah I bet he's caused trouble again…" The model exclaims.

"I don't know about that I heard her say Katsumi." One of the other models throws in.

"Katsumi!? As in…Bombarda!? But she hasn't been hurt since…" The model whispers looking over at Hawks and Miriko, their hues narrowing, shyly listening in acting as if they were conversing easily fooling them.

"You don't think…" The model spares a glance over at Hawks.

"Maybe…" The other nods her head as they continue gossiping oblivious to the two listening in from afar.

"Ignore them Hawks." Miriko sighs seeing said flustered feathers of Hawks.

"…" Silently, Hawks stares out at nothing.

"Hawks?" Miriko calls out brow furrowed from his vacant stare seeing said boy flinch from her words returning to the real world.

"Why would I care?" Cockily, Hawks scoffs smirking shaking his head at her.

"Why?" Miriko's ruby reds narrow at Hawks.

"She's just some hero…cursing at anyone…screaming and shouting like some toddler, she isn't worth my time." Tauntingly, Hawks smirks sipping his water bottle.

"Is that what you're telling yourself?" Miriko places her hand on her hip.

"She isn't my problem." Pointedly, Hawks snaps sharply scowling.

"You mean she isn't the communism problem meaning not yours." Miriko translates tiredly.

"…" Silently, Hawks hues narrow through the visor.

"Is that the bull you're telling yourself?" Disappointed, Miriko sighs shaking her head at him.

"What are you getting at Mirio?" Tiredly, Hawks sighs.

"What I'm getting at is you're bullshitting me here, you care about her." Fed up, Miriko scowls slamming her foot on the ground.

"Miriko stop…" Sighing, Hawks slumps his shoulders.

"Stop what? Telling you to stop whining? I haven't seen you since…" Scowling, Miriko begins but…

"Since I attacked Katsumi." Curtly, Hawks coldly cuts Miriko off removing his visor sliding it on his head.

"You didn't attack her…." Gently, Mirko says to him brow furrowed at the memory, she too couldn't be at Kamino thanks to her heat, the two of them were going through their own thing, they couldn't help twenty four seven despite how much Miriko wanted to.

"Didn't I? You weren't there…" Tense, Hawks huffs remembering the two meeting up afterwards, him filling Miriko in.

"Maybe not but I know this, if you truly had she would have kicked your ass…" Arrogantly, Miriko cackles smirking smugly at the memory.

"You should have seen her Miriko she looked at me as if I were gum on her shoe." Scowling, Hawks crosses his arms over his chest cross at the memory.

"She was stressed her brother had been kidnapped." Gently, Miriko reminds him.

"And I let myself lose to this stupid side of me." Scowling, Hawks grip tightens around his visor staring sadly down at it.

"Hey you can't control how you feel let alone fight back against instincts you can fight only for so long hiding it away from her…still can't believe you bloody did that let alone get off ya meds without even asking." Annoyed, Miriko tsks shaking her head at the fool, baffled how he could hold it in for so long, how he was able to continue work after that…

"You think I'm proud of that? I still hurt her I could have done worse…" Hawks scowls at the memory, brow furrowing from it feeling nothing but shame and disgust at what he had tried to pull. He hadn't mean for it to happen, the first time he had forgotten due to fatigue from a close call with a villain when he tried to explain to the doctor. The doc telling him he may have forgotten the first few times but perhaps subconsciously, his body was making him do that, saying a fair few mutants had the same thing happen to them.

"But you didn't and she wouldn't have let you. Is that why you've been avoiding her?" Mirko asks wanting to get to the bottom of it.

"…" Silently, Hawks bows his head at the thought of taking advantage of her, he had felt shame for it, having her mother him almost, he just…he never really had that sort of care before and it felt nice, it felt warm, it felt nice to be doted on not as Hawks but as Keigo Takami. But he ruined that, his instincts had him take advantage of that trust, thinking back to how the two would just cuddle whether it would be without his shirt and just cuddling on the sofa or in bed…it wasn't right he took advantage whether it be him stealing her clothes to make a nest or bringing it with him to calm his nerves…the scent alone had helped him a great deal and he had used that trust and took advantage of it.

"Oh for…Hawks do you honestly think she cares about your mutant shit?!" Scowling, Mirko snaps at Hawks taking him aback.

"She didn't know anything about it." Hawks answers twiddling his visor, feeling a wave of pain at the memory of it all, their time at Osako, his clinginess, barging into that meeting…he couldn't help but feel second hand embarrassment about it, if he had just talked to her about it even then such talks were rare, taboo to most…

"Did you tell her anything about it?" Mirko asks as Hawks grimaces from her words.

"…" Silently, Hawks stares down at his visor twiddling it in his fingertips.

"Of course you did it, of course you bloody didn't. Idiot! Do you honestly think Katsumi cares about your mutant side? Let alone understand it with the shit info those outside get!?" Mad Miriko snaps at Hawks making Hawks grimace at the valid point the amount of misinformation those outside mutants got was ridiculous…

"Of course she does she left." Hawks assumes as he puts on his visor making Miriko scowl.

"To save her brother, you're just doing it again." Annoyed, she scowls at the visor.

"Again?" Hawks arches a brow befuddled.

"Being there for someone before leaving, your flight behaviour is why you're alone all the time, you never let people get to close to you, avoiding people you can't think by avoiding her she's just going to leave. We both know Katsumi isn't the sort to leave things tense. She'll want answers Hawks." Honestly, Miriko points out as Hawks scowls from her words, struggling with his visor briefly broadly flicking it on and off.

"She was the one who left." Huffing, Hawks grumbles pouting almost childishly.

"And you were the one who left as well Hawks. Look I spoke to Bombarda before and from what I've see she doesn't give a shit that you're a mutant and you know that too…" Truthfully, Miriko points out recalling the sheer shock and alarm Bombarda had when Mirko told her about the fan side of their world. Soemone she was surprisingly blind to, Hawks' hues darken from her words, brow furrowed at the murky memory resurfacing…

"Stop it Hitomi it hurts!" Hawks holding some coffee comes up to see Bombarda, finally catching up to her about to hand her over some coffee as a peace offering when the voice piques his interest. He loiters, turning towards the playground seeing two boys one of which is throwing sand at the three-eyed boy making him furrow his brow at the sight, silently, he looks towards Bombarda surprisingly standing up much to his surprise.

"Not my fault you're a freak!" The boy huffs glaring down at the boy.

"Hey what's going on here?" Frowning, Katsumi furrows her brow as she kneels down to the kids.

"Um…well…" The three eyes child exclaims.

"Hitomi's a mutant!" The boy points at him.

"So?" Bombarda raises a brow.

"Mutants are freaks that's what papa says!" The boy argues.

"And your papa knows everything?" Skeptical, she arches a brow.

"Um well…" The boy bows his head.

"So you have three eyes? Pretty cool." Katsumi smiles at the boy as Hawks hues widen when seeing side smile trying to ignore the brief blister to his crimson cheeks.

"R-Really? I…I can make more on my body." Blushing, the boy smiles staring down at his fidgeting fingers unaware of the sharp scowl from the boy before as Hawks couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"I bet you'd be an amazing scout as a hero." Katsumi tells him.

"You...you think?" Hopeful, Hitomi asks beaming brightly at the thought.

"As someone in the business I promise you." Katsumi winks.

"No way to be a hero you need a powerful quirk like Bombarda she can blow stuff up!" Furious, the boy bellows angrily.

"But that stuff that's blown up can hurt innocent people like your dad without any support she'd struggle." Smoothly, Katsumi points out.

"And what would you know?" Huffing, the boy crosses his arms over his chest.

"Well I know when I'm working I rely on my friend's Soundspark support with his sound quirk and if I need more sweat I have my friend Firefly make the atmosphere hotter to deal deadlier blows." Katsumi explains to the boy.

"Y-You're …those are Bombarda's sidekicks then that means…!" Gasping, the boy exclaims.

"Bingo was his namo." Smirking, she winks at the boy.

"No way!" Excitedly, both boys gasp.

"Can I have your autograph?" The boy asks her.

"I don't know…" Katsumi glances to the side.

"Huh?" Hurt, the boy exclaims.

"I mean you're not a mutant I only give them out to mutants." Katsumi exclaims.

"B-But…that's not fair!" Fuming, the boy barks at her bringing a small smirk to Hawks lips.

"Now tell me how does that feel?" She questions him confusing him as he takes a moment before answering.

"I…I feel sad, hurt." The boy answers.

"Imagine how Hitomi feels when you do that to him then?" She gestures to Hitomi squeaking slightly.

"H-Hitomi I'm…I'm sorry I just…I want my quirk so bad and when you…I feel like you show it off all the time at school." Apoplectic, the boy bows his head.

"It's okay can we play ball?" Hopeful, he asks.

"Y-Yeah." The boy nods his head.

"Pass me that ball for a moment?" Katsumi tells the two.

"Um sure." Hitomi passes the ball as she takes out a marker from one of her pockets.

"Here." Smoothly, she writes on it.

"Wow! Thank you so much." The boys chorus cheerfully.

"Don't mention it." She stands up towering over the two smiling accomplished unaware of a curtained winged hero having watched the scene play out, his gold's wide with shock before softening, a small smirk upon his lips at the sight before him.

"You can't keep denying it Hawks you and I both know…" Miriko smirks smugly snapping Hawks out of his thoughts.

"Know what?" Hawks hues narrow.

"You're in love with them dumbass!" Merrily, Miriko cackles seeing said boy spew water from his lips coughing taken aback at Miriko's declaration.

"I am not!" Hawks snaps scowling.

"You are! Before shit hit the fan, you'd talk nonstop about her, how she kicked ass today, how hot her muscles look…" Suggestively, she smirks wiggling a brow bemused by his flustered feathers.

"I-It was a hot day…" Hawks glances to the side shyly.

"I'm sure just as I'm sure from the numerous screenshots of her working out or kicking ass with you checking her out…" Slyly, she continues on ruthlessly.

"I do not check her out!" Harshly, he hisses at her.

"Explain a while back when she had to lift that car I saw that blush on your face." Mischievously, Miriko cackles cheekily at the sharp scowl of Hawks.

"…Picking up a car requires a lot of strength it's an impressive feat!" Defensively, Hawks feathers flutter fuming from Miriko's coy chuckle.

"Okay then how about this then, before you would talk to them every morning, every night, every hour of every day. You sleep in the same bed, you like the same stuff, you hate when they get close to people who could potentially be into them. You make them playlists for Christ's sake!" Scoffing, she shakes her head at him.

"W-We're just good friends that's all and what's wrong with making a playlist for someone working out all the time besides I suggested some she may like that's all!" Annoyed, Hawks shuffles his feathers ruffled by her words.

"I bet you love watching her sweat." Smirking, Mirko wiggles a brow bemused.

"STOP." Sternly, Hawks snaps sharply at her.

"Come on Hawks you two bicker like an old married couple, not to mention you do everything together, you share food, you do everything except some of the physical stuff." Smirking, she wiggles a brow bemused by Hawk's ruby red feathers fluttering briefly by it, ignoring the burning blush upon his crimson cheeks as he glares playfully at her.

"We're done here." Hawks scowls turning to leave.

"Alright we're ready to shoot!" The director calls out announcing it.

"Come on we got a job to do." Hawks huffs turning his back to Miriko returning to the shoot.

"Hey M-" Casually, Katsumi begins attempting to warmly welcome her, trying to fizzle out the fierce flame of her mother's fuse but…

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING FIGHTING LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT!?" Incensed, her mother sharply snaps at her lighting batting her at the back of the head making her grumble glaring playfully at her mad mother.

"…It's my job ma." Monotone, Katsumi deadpans to her mother hands on her hips practically shaking like a volcano about to erupt on the other hand, she sees her father talking to the doctor, trying to get what he could from her state.

"Do you have any idea how scared me and your dad were when we got the news why didn't you even tell us you were going on the raid?" Roaring, Mitsuki demands from her daughter gritting grinding her teeth together yelling earning a fair few eyes from passers-by. Masura smiles apologetically at the nurses staring stunned to see the bedridden woman be beaten by the madwoman.

"Didn't think it was that big of a deal ma it was just part of the job besides its meant to be a secret for the sake of the kid's sake." Sighing, she tries to reason but…

"The kid?" Mystified, Mitsuki furrows her brow befuddled alarmed almost as she spots her father peering in shyly waving at her making her smile shyly back.

"Ma please I'm too tired to explain even then you know I can't tell you too much." Katsumi sighs exhaustion etched into her tired tone leaning back into the plump pillow behind her just as Masaru makes his way inside.

"We know sweetheart…" Softly, Dad joins his daughter's side softly placing his hand on top of her head, combing his fingertips through her brown locks.

"Hey dad…" Shyly, she smiles leaning into her father's timid tender touch.

"But that doesn't mean you can just throw yourself into danger like that you moron!" Mad, Mitsuki huffs softly sighing lightly flicking her forehead.

"Sorry ma…" Meekly, Katsumi smiles shyly at her amused almost at her playful pout.

"So what's going on?" Mitsuki leans forward on the bed a bit brow furrowed.

"Yeah they said you were severely hurt we see the bruises but…" Masaru furrows his brow eyeing his daughter's state seeing said stump.

"That ain't exactly severe." Bluntly, Mitsuki deadpans pointing at it.

"Oh I lost my arm." Casually, she shrugs as both Bakugou's simply stare.

"…Excuse you?" Mitsuki's ruby reds narrow as Masara adjusts his lenses lost.

"I lost m-" Katsumi goes to repeat but….

"We heard that moron what do you mean you lost it? You don't just lose it!" Impatiently, Mitsuki snaps scowling at her daughter.

"Well...technically I lost my prosthetic for a bit." Bluntly, Bombarda gives her that.

"Where was it?" Masaru asks perplexed.

"Underneath a car." Calmly, she answers.

"How was it under a car?" Confused, Masaru presses puzzled.

"How should I know? All I know was that it was there and it broke oh and it's in repairs as we speak." Bombarda reports to her parents puzzling them.

"Katsumi…if you could just explain…" Gently, Masaru hints as she sighs.

"Alright look I did lose my arm…again." Annoyed, she repeats again astonishing the two.

"Again? How do you lose another arm? It's there!" Mitsuki gestures to her arm.

"No I mean…there was a quirk involved my arm came back." Bombarda exclaims.

"You…you're shitting me right?" Mitsuki furrows her brow baffled.

"'Fraid not." Aloofly, Bombarda answers.

"Are…are you okay?" Worriedly, Masaru leans in looking worriedly at his daughter, rubbing patterns into her hair.

"Well I mean yeah it isn't the first time." Tiredly, Katsumi attempts to joke but…

"She does has a point." Mitsuki gives her that shrugging smirking slightly.

"B-But you lost your arm II-I-I-I-" Anxiously, Masaru whimpers weakly, fearfully fretfully even sputtering, stammering, stuttering getting tongue tired as both mother and daughter share a look, sighing at their worrywart of a father.

"Dad chill." Calmly, Katsumi calls out to her father furrowing her brow at him.

"Chill? How can I chill my baby girl lost her arm…again!?" Anguished, Masaru cries out horrified.

"Look it doesn't matter, what happened, happened all I'm waiting for now is for my prosthetic. I'm fine I promise. Now, does Katsuki know?" Softly, she assures her father before turning to her mother.

"Nope." Mitsuki answers.

"Right…" Katsumi sighs softly relieved, her brother had enough going on with failing the licence exam and going to the provisional lessons, he did not need this on his plate…

"Will you be alright? Should we bring you anything?" Attentively, Masara asks his daughter, softly rubbing patterns into her hair.

"A new phone I guess? Look just don't tell Katsuki okay? He has enough on his plate with the licence exam." Unsure, Katsumi shrugs her shoulders.

"Right if you need anything…" Dad reminds her bringing a small smirk of amusement to her lips, slowly sliding his hand out of her hair.

"I know ma, I know Dad…" Gently, she tells the two-leaning back into her pillow.

"Don't scare us like that again okay?" Mitsuki sighs plopping her head down lightly ruffling her daughter's hair, a small smile of relief on her lips.

"Okay…" Smiling, she promises watching her folks leave, heading back to work while she continues resting…

"Sorry I couldn't be with you at the end when it counted…" Aizawa apologies as his hues narrow noting the fleeting figures of Bakugo's briskly leaving conversing.

"Please tell me how are all the others?!" Midoriya asks worriedly oblivious to the two heading out.

"Kirishima is covered in bruises and lacerations from head to toe but he'll live. Amajiki cracked a bone in his face, and he has some other minor injuries but none should leave a scar. Fatgum has a few fat bones too though he seems frankly fine otherwise with his nagging to see Bombarda." Bluntly, Aizawa reports to Midoriya.

"And how is she?" Midoriya asks.

"Bombarda is fine though she does seem to drift in and out of consciousness maybe from the hits for now the doctor is keeping an eye on her…luckily the blade that stabbed Rocklock didn't hit any vital organs so he should make a full recovery." Aizawa explains to Midoriya.

"I'm so glad…um sir what about Eri?" Meekly, Midoriya queries.

"Still feverish, she's being quarantined for now though the doctors make out her calling out to Bombarda frequently." Aizawa sighs sadly at the thought of the panting girl heaving huffing, a heavy hue of ruby red upon her crimson cheeks.

"Really?" Midoriya raises a brow taken aback at the news.

"It would seem so." Sighing, Aizawa shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Does that mean I won't be able to see her?" Saddened, Midoriya furrows his brow at the thought.

"They made that call based on the description Bombarda gave to you, she seems to be the only one who Eri trusts and wants to see. She has a dangerous quirk with no control over it if something provokes her to activate it again…I'm the only one who can stop her." Honestly, Aizawa confesses as the two stand in front of an elevator.

"What about Bombarda?" Midoriya asks as the door opens.

"The only reason she was able to touch her was because she was destroying her body so she could rewind it." Aizawa answers as the two enter it.

"She…worked that out." Midoriya catches on in awe almost as Aizawa presses the floor number, the elevator taking them down.

"She isn't a top pro for nothing." Aizawa says as the door swiftly opens for the two.

"Bombarda…what about her arm? The one Eri got her back?" Befuddled, Midoriya asks as the two exit out of it.

"It was destroyed, Bombarda made sure of it to keep Eri's quirk at bay." Bluntly, Aizawa responds.

"Bombarda…" Midoriya closes his eyes pained at the thought of her, peering into the room only to see said woman sleeping, resting.

"She seems to be fine mentally from the doctor's notes since this isn't the first time its happen but you probably know that." Aizawa gathers noting his pained look.

"Y-Yeah…" Midoriya grimaces remembering it well…

"Inko you didn't have to come." Mitsuki's voice filled to the brim with exhaustion slips out as the young Midoriya enters the house seeing his mother hand over a basket, a care packet of sorts to the couple.

"Of course we did how is she?" Softly, Inko asks concern clear on her furrowed features as Midoriya watches on seeing the bags hanging heavily on the two, seeing the exhaustion etched into their fatigued features. He looks towards Katsuki, outside throwing fist after fist into the air astonishing Midoriya never having seen the boy train.

"She…isn't here." Honestly, Mitsuki confesses placing the bag on the table nearby.

"Mitsuki…" Masaru furrows his brow at his wife.

"What do you mean she isn't here?" Inquisitive, Inko ponders perplexed.

"She just isn't here Inko she…fuck…" Suddenly, the soft sob breaks through Mitsuki's lips taking Midoriya aback at the sobbing sight of Mitsuki taking him aback at the sharp sob.

"Mitsuki…" Masara and Inko rush over to the blonde's side her hand muffling the tears freely falling.

"I lost my baby girl Inko I lost her!" Upset, Mitsuki holds herself trying to stop the tears from freely falling.

"Mitsuki you only lost a part of her that doesn't mean she isn't your…" Gently, Masaru squeezes her shoulder trying to provide some sense of comfort.

"I know that I just it fucking hurts seeing her like this…" Pained, Mitsuki has her head in her hands, trying to wipe the tears away just as Midoriya perks up at the soft sound of footsteps.

"Katsumi!" Merrily, Midoriya looks up at the sight of the scowling brunette, her once bright blazing ruby red now staring blankly down at the weeping woman below bored staring down. The young Midoriya furrows his brow by the blank look given to him, normally she would give a small smirk or say something but…Midoriya eyes the rolled up tied sleeve of her jacket wearing a stained snow white tank top with stained jogging bottoms and black socks, her hair once short now in a long ponytail with flies swarming around her thin form.

"There's our hero!" Happily, Masara turns to smile strained up at the girl above as Midoriya meekly takes a shaky step back tensing up at the bones protruding out of her thin sickly state.

"Hey sweetie how are you doing?" Gently, Inko smiles shyly stepping forward to greet her while having her hand firmly on Mitsuki's back trying to provide some sense of comfort for the woman whose back remains turned to her daughter.

However all she is met with is silence as said girl steps forward only for her hues to widen when she reaches out with her stump towards the railing as next the group knew…

"Katsumi!" Mitsuki screeches startling Midoriya seeing Katsuki rush in, his hues widening when seeing the falling figure of his sister come crashing down the stairs, bruises littering her form as the heavy sound of a body collapsing echoes. The young Midoriya felt his heart drop at the limp form of Katsumi spasming curling in on herself as she lies at the bottom of the stairs shaking with the adults rushing over to her. Masara takes out her phone, phoning for help. Mitsuki rushes over to her daughter's side.

"Katsumi!" Mitsuki reaches out to her daughter but…

"DON'T TOUCH ME." Wailing, Katsumi screams, screeching at her mother, slapping her hand away as shaking scarlet meet a pair of shimmering scarlet…

"Katsumi…" Inko attempts to help her up but…

"I SAID DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME AND STOP STARING AT ME, DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK! JUST STOP IT!" Incensed, she snaps snarling at the two shakily standing staggering swaying briefly from side to side seething as she clumsily catches herself on the railing, the tears freely falling from the crying girl, falling flat to her knees, her knees buckling as she weeps…

"Inko you should go…" Gently, Mitsuki whispers as Masaru returns to their side, phone forgotten.

"But…" Inko begins but soon falters when seeing Masaru gently hug the crying child crying into her father's shoulder softly shushing her, consoling, comforting the broken mess…

"Please…take Katsuki with you if you would…" Mitsuki asks as Midoriya turns, his hues widening when seeing Katsuki stare at the broken mess of his sister.

"A-Alright…" Shyly, Inko takes Katsuki's hand, his ruby reds never leaving the saddened state of his sorrowful sister crying her heart out…

"Midoriya didn't know what it was that made his stomach so sick to, its stomach flipping from the sheer sight of the disheveled brunet before him, however, he quickly discovered that his friendship with Katsuki would soon grow weary as the bullying began…

"Who's to say how powerful she really is we have no idea what her limits are…" Aizawa's voice snaps Midoriya back to reality.

"If you hadn't been there to make her stop, I'm not sure what would have happened to Bombarda." Bluntly, Midoriya points out.

"Teaching her control will be especially hard. Her quirk only seems to work on people when you're training on live subjects the danger is exceptionally greater her emotional state will be a factor too, Bombarda may be able to help her on that but even then, with so many factors it's safe to put her under quarantine for her sake just as much as ours. In other words, we can't depend on the girl nor her quirk right now…" Solemnly, Aizawa reveals as he bows his head finally making it as the doors open for the two.

"Huh?" Midoriya's hues widen when seeing Bubblegirl and All Might as next Midoriya knew he heard…

"All we can do is accept it now come on, some others have joined us…"