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Gran Torino's silence indicated he was probably staring at his phone, wondering if Nana had finally cracked. "You're saying that your daughter's husband and baby-daddy, is All For One?

"Yes!" She sent him a photo of the two and ran her hand over her face again. "I knew that I, as her mother, was supposed to dislike her choice in boys but this is ridiculous."

"Tell me about it." Gran said. "She has even worse taste than her father did!"

"Exactl-SAY WHAT?"

"Anyway", he said as if he hadn't just insulted his lifelong friend (again), "the question is what are we going to do? For all we know, any moment she's alone with that monster she's in danger. If she ever does something he disapproves of we don't know how he'll react."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that" Nana said, her lips starting to curl upward.

"Why not?"

She scratched her cheek "Well…"

Inko had gone to put Izuku to bed. Leaving Nana alone with the supervillain she had been trading hidden barbs with all night. Oh joy.

"I hope you've enjoyed your stay so far, Nana Shimura. I'm sure it has been filled with several wonderful surprises," he said.

"Well I must say it hasn't been what I was expecting. You must be disappointed to be stuck at the table with me instead of trying to cancel and/or steal Christmas."

"Oh, there'll be other years…"

"Until then I guess you'll have to make do with listening to "You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch"."

"Yes, and enjoying the holidays with my lovely wife and OUR son." He glanced at the clock and looked confused. "Hmmm, Inko usually waits another hour to put him to bed, why" His face morphed into an expression of pure terror. "ExcusemeI'vegottagodosomelastminuteshop-"

His ear was telekinetically pulled into Inko's waiting hand while her other grabbed Nana's. She pulled them both to face her with an expression best summed up as "absolutely terrifying" "Let's have a little 'family discussion,'" she said. All For One whimpered with fear.

Nana shuddered at the memory.

"She scared the Symbol of Evil?" Gran asked.

"Yup. Given that scolding it's easy to see why. I also learned my daughter may have inherited gotten some of my cruelty and penchant for dirty moves," Nana said absently rubbing her arm.

"Please, how bad could she be?"

"If you must know…"

Nana and All for One hung their heads with shame in the face of Inko's scolding. "I mean couldn't you have at least waited a single night before going for each other's throats?!" Inko put a hand to her face. Nana and All For One opened their mouths to speak before snapping them shut when Inko glared at them again. "All right, mother you're going to sit quietly on the couch and think about what you did."

"Wait you're giving me a time-out?" Nana asked.

Inko glared at her. "If you are going to argue like a toddler then you are going to get treated like a toddler."

"But aren't I technically the mothe-"

Inko raised an eyebrow.

"Getting on the couch," she said as she did as her daughter told.

"So, I'm not banished to the couch tonight?" All For One asked.

Inko smiled sweetly, "Of course not Hisashi."

Nana was starting to fume to herself at how unfair it was that he got a free pass.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Inko, just let me know how I can make this up to you."

Inko continued to smile. "Oh, I'm glad you asked Hisashi." Her smile became even sweeter. "You can do that by watching Izuku tonight. All night. And all morning too!"

His smile faded. "What."

"You heard me! Now go watch our son!" she said cheerfully.

"N-now Inko, let's not get too hasty, I'm sure we can come to a compromise…"

She pushed him inside Izuku's bedroom just as they started to hear Izuku start crying. "Nonsense! You asked how you could make it up to me and this is it! Have fun handling him for the night! Be careful when changing the diapers!"

"That's it?" Gran Torino asked.

"Trust me, you cannot comprehend the sheer horror of what Inko put that villain through that night," she said, shuddering at the memories of raising her own children.

"Ok Nana, so how long will you be staying over there?"

"Still planning on staying through New Year. Why?"

"Don't worry. I have a plan."

"You're not telling Toshi are you?"

"No. At least not yet. If I do he'll probably do something rash that will cause more harm than good. I have another plan."

"What is it?"

"You'll see."

"Why not just tell me?"

"Because I'd prefer to see the look on your face when I do it."

"Will it make me want to punch you?"

"Doesn't matter. Even if it did you still can't get away with punching a poor feeble old man."

"We're almost the same age."

"Maybe but to most people it sure wouldn't look it!"

"It's not my fault I look over ten years younger than I am while you look like one of Santa's elves!

"More like Krampus' elves, anyway I'm still going to milk it for all its worth!"

"Ugh, fine. Goodbye Gran. (Old troll)"

"Bye Nana. (Hag)"

She ended the call and jogged toward Inko's home to finish her morning run.

She entered and immediately felt an aura of sheer annoyance at the world pervading the room. Could this be All for One? In their battles he would create an aura of murder intent. She looked around and found the true source: Inko, now awake, was staring at the coffee machine. Looks like she inherited Nana's… preference…for morning coffee.

After Inko had finished brewing her coffee and filled it with enough sugar to create a high that would last until dusk (for normal people anyway, if she was like Nana it wouldn't even last the whole morning), she finally drank it and finally seemed ready to tolerate the rest of existence.

Inko glanced at her and held out the pitcher, "Good morning Mom. How are you? Did you need any?"

"No, I had some an hour ago. If I hadn't you'd know. Trust me," Nana said. In fact, Toshi insisted that All For One had attacked in the evening because Nana would surely have defeated him if she'd not had her sweet dark nectar yet. She had no idea what he was talking about. That time she sparred with him and he begged to be allowed to do it with Gran Torino again had nothing to do with him waking her up and not letting her have her coffee first. Honest.

"Oh yes, these last few mornings have shown that you before your coffee are quite a difficult beast to be near," said All for One, sneaking up behind them like the felonious feline he was. "Almost feral."

He seemed to have finally run out of suits over the last few days and was now dressed in pajamas. She could see why he preferred the suits. Seeing the All for One wearing PJs with a cartoon bunny on them made him look less like a legendary crime lord and more like he'd have to get to his frat house in the next week or so for classes. She would have to send a picture of him dressed like this to Gran. He'd love it.

Inko shot him an annoyed look. "Oh not to worry Inko, she is still not as intimidating as you are. You could make a hardened villain nervous with a mere look when you hadn't had your coffee yet." He said in a love-struck tone.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," she said with a smile.

"By the way," he said, "I checked the mail. It was just a bunch of advertisers asking for our money and a card from the rest of your family. In other words, absolutely nothing of value."

"That reminds me," Nana said. "Inko, how is Kotaro doing?

"Oh FUUUUUUUdge. Musn't swear. Even in my thoughts. Otherwise I might yell something in front of the baby and he'll go on to become a delinquent and he might have a telepathy Quirk to hear those words in my head and WHY DID SHE HAVE TO ASK ABOUT HIM?" Inko thought. "I mean is it too much to ask that she not ask about her only other child to the daughter who managed to track her down after thirty years and ok maybe it was but still."

Kotaro had been that elephant in the room she hoped would go away if she didn't mention it. The sensible solution. Obviously, it hadn't worked.

"Well, Kotaro is…fine. I found and reconnected with him a few years ago. He has a family and is a successful entrepreneur. We exchange cards for special occasions." Inko said, trying desperately to hide her distaste for the topic.

"That sounds good. So why do you say that like you wish you were having your teeth pulled?"

Unfortunately, Inko was one of the world's worst liars.

"W-well, you see me and him aren't on the friendliest terms. We have had some disagreements and…personal issues and-"

"Ms. Shimura," Hisashi said in an imitation of how a doctor would give a diagnosis, "it is my sincerest regret to inform you that in your absence your son has become a degenerate." Mother looked confused. "More commonly known as a 'total asshole'."

"What?" Mom asked.

"Hisashi," Inko hissed, "not the time for your jokes at Kotaro's expense!" She understood why he loved doing that, but seriously? She knew he and Mom didn't get along but still!

"Can you blame me? After all I notice you did not try to refute my claims…"

"While I wish he was a bit more sensitive about it, he's not exactly wrong. Kotaro has become a very hard man over the years. No-nonsense and overly obsessed with the rules. He seems to want everything to fall into order and do what he wants. He never seems to enjoy anything. And he hates heroes. A lot. Heck, Hisashi respects heroes more than he does." Inko said.

Mom stared at her, "Oh."

"Yes, to say I am not fond of the heroes is…an understatement, but even I think that man's a bit harsh to them. And I'm fairly certain there are villains that are more pleasant companions then he is. He lives a completely joyless existence as tyrant of his own little house," Hisashi said.

"Me and him had a fight a while back. We haven't really spoken to each other since. It's a shame because his family seemed nice, his kids were really sweet. The rest were a bit too approving of his rules but they seemed nice enough. As I said before, we exchange cards. But they're really just holiday and birthday cards." Inko said.

"Even those are more out of obligation then anything. I also believe those have developed into a way for us to insult each other. He sends cards with photos showing us what a perfectly orderly and respectable family he has while ours show how happy we are and that we actually enjoy our lives." Hisashi said.

"Hisashi, That's not-", Inko started. Her husband gave her a look. "Ok maybe it kind of is?"

"That day I did ask if you'd like to take his children for yourself…"

"Still not funny Hisashi!"

Mother looked disheartened. "I'm sorry. This is my fault if I had-" Inko hugged her mother, nipping her "It's all my fault" speech at the bud.

"It's not your fault. I know you did your best raising us. Maybe you could have done better, but the problems and hurts you have as a child can only justify so much. Kotaro is a grown man with a family. He is long past that point. I went through the same thing and didn't end up like him. Nobody is responsible for him but him!" Inko said, ending in a tone that cut off any discussion on the matter.

She turned to her husband. "Hisashi, I need you to watch Izuku for a while."

"What, why?" Hisashi said.

"Because I'm visiting Mitsuki and I'd like to take Mom with me. Unless you'd like to come and see her…"

"Never mind! We'll watch a movie while you're gone."

"That's what I thought you'd say. Come on Mom!" she said pulling her mother toward the door. "I'm going to introduce her to my best friend. I'm sure you'll both get along great!

"So you're Inko's deadbeat mom huh? Thought you'd be taller," Mitsuki Bakugo said as she looked Nana up and down.

Off to the side Inko was face-palming and wondering why she ever thought this was a good idea. Of course, this was going to happen! This was Mitsuki for Pete's sake! She beat her sense of tact until it was permanently comatose when she was in elementary school! Well with any luck that would be the end of the awkwardness and they could move on to-

"By the way I was wondering: Did Inko's brother's asshole gene come from you or her dad? She was never really sure."

"OH COME ON!" Inko thought to herself before saying "Mitsuki! Please don't"

Masaru was also telling Mitsuki "Please be nice dear! She's our guest and Inko wanted her to meet you!"

Luckily Mom didn't look offended. "Given my personality and my choice of friends probably me," she said with a slight smile.

"Oh good", Inko thought they were going to let bygones be bygones and get beyond this rough-

"So, which side did yours come from?" Mom asked. Uh oh. Please don't see that as a challenge please don't see that as a challenge pleasedontseeitasachallenge!

Mitsuki barked out a laugh. "You throw insults pretty good for an old hag!" She saw it as a challenge.

"Old hag?! I still get mistaken for being in my forties!" Oh dear.

"Sorry, my Quirk makes me sweat glycerin so I'm probably comparing you to how I'll look when I'm your age. More importantly you can't fight anymore, so you're an old has been." This will not end well.

"Oh I can fight just fine, able to do hero work or not!

"Yeah? What do you think Katsuki?"

Next to Mitsuki Katsuki made a sound that sounded suspiciously like "DIE!"

"Thanks for the support Katsuki! That's the spirit!" Mitsuku said before turning to Mom. "Just you wait, no matter what he does he'll be the best son of a bitch there is!"

Mother folded her arms. "I can believe that."

"Yeah you bet-" Something seemed to click in Mitsuki. "YOU WANNA TAKE THIS OUTSIDE? Oh dear.

Mother smirked and cracked her knuckles. "You sure you're up for that? My sparring partner gives All Might nightmares." Oh dear, oh dear

"I'M NOT AFRAID TO FIGHT THE ELDERLY! Just remember, you jump in the fight, you accept getting hit!"

Mother rolled her eyes "I got into plenty of fights with boys in grade school. I know the code."

Inko looked to Masaru, "I know them getting along was a bit much, but I didn't think they'd hate each other this bad! We better stop them!"

"I don't think they hate each right now…" He said.

"What do you…ohhh no."

"Yep."

"Please tell me you're not saying Mother's becoming one of those…fighting friends from high school? Whatever even happened to them?"

"I think so. And I think one of them is in prison right now…"

"I don't want my mother going to prison! Or my best friend! Not that I would have been surprised by it in High School!"

"Mitsuki, you shouldn't fist fight with guests…" Masaru said to the two bantering women.

"Mom, please don't beat up my friends…" Inko said.

"OH COME ON IT'S JUST A LITTLE SCRAP!"

"Don't worry so much Inko, it'd be rude to refuse my hostess' offer. Besides I won't be the one getting hurt."

"BRING IT ON! AT LEAST I'D RAISE MY KID TO HAVE DECENT TASTE IN SPOUSES!"

"Mitsuki! Please don't start this now." Inko said.

"Oh don't get me started on him!" Mother said before she trailed off into angry mutters.

"Wait," Mitsuki said. "You don't like him either?"

"Of course not!"

The two then began eagerly chatting about why Hisashi was the worst. Inko was glad the two were finally getting along without fighting through their mutual loathing of her husband! Wait.

"See Inko! Even your mother agrees marrying that jackass was a bad idea! You should listen to her!

Inko face-palmed again. Why did she think this was a good idea?

Notes:

A comic I made of a scene in this: post/624035180975357952/geeze-this-took-a-while-at-least-inking-it-did