Her ears picked up the detective's words when he answered a student's question about Aizawa. She walked with determination past the group of students. Once she was close enough to the teachers she demanded, "Where is he?"
Some of the teachers were off to the side and some were with the students. Mic wagged his finger in a scolding manner, "You're not supposed to be here."
Katrina snapped with tears starting to threaten, "Well I wouldn't if-."
Her words died down when she caught sight of the blond she was looking for out of the corner of her eye. Mic could see the tears start to fall. The pregnant woman made a beeline to the car he was sneaking into to avoid the children and public knowing his true self. Katrina opened the car door and shoved herself inside startling the hurt blond man. His voice was caught off by the car door, "G-Grace!?"
Katrina grabbed All Might's ripped up shirt before shaking the man lightly despite her anger for the man, "Why did you have to be a hero and try to save those around you!? Why? If you let the pro heroes on duty do their job, this mess would've turned out fine. He would've been not hurt!"
Each word passing her mouth, her hits to his chest became slower and softer. Katrina hiccuped, "You sure know how to play with a pregnant woman's emotions..."
All Might looked everywhere to avoid eye contact. The healing hero gave one last hit to his chest, "Shouta would've helped protect the students no matter the condition he would be in as long as they are safe."
All Might reached out to give her a pat to her shoulder, "Your uh husband is strong."
The emotionally ridden pregnant woman sniffled while giving a glare to the #1 pro hero, "If your reckless fighting puts him or anyone else in danger, I will never forgive you."
All Might flinched at the words, "Y-yes ma'am."
The red head wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm. She moved to open the back door, "I shall allow you head back to Recovery Girl's office with the kid. I heard he broke his legs."
All Might hung his head but nodded nonetheless. Katrina opened the door and scooted out. She slammed the door hard to make her threat on never forgiving him hang over his head. The principal walked over, "You shouldn't be here, Grace."
The mother to be rubbed her neck, "I'm sorry Principal Nezu. I shall be heading off."
She bowed slightly as much as she can in apology. Nezu couldn't be mad much at the woman. He could smell the salt drying up on her cheeks. It's not like there is still a threat on the premises. Nezu waved the woman off, "Go. I am sure he needs you more than ever."
The red head lifted her head and nodded, "Yes, sir."
Mic headed over, "I'll take you."
Present Mic looked over at Nezu for permission which the principal nodded. Mic wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "I got the best tunes to help the growth of these little listeners!"
Katrina knew it was Mic's way of trying to cheer her up. He always did have a good taste in music even when they were younger.
A short blond haired student tilted their head in front of a closed off girl. He knelt down to her height on the swings by the school. For once in the loud mouth's life, he tried to speak softly, "Did Shouta hurt you for something he said?"
The red head shook her short hair. The boy tapped the girl's knees in a rhythm, "Good 'cause if he did, I wouldn't mind asking for a spar during hero training. Want to tell me about it?"
Grey eyes looked up from her lap. The teenage girl sighed, "I'm going to be going to a different foster family. The current family's little boy keeps forcing me to use my quirk to keep him unscathed while he purposely puts himself in danger."
The red head pulled up her hoodie sleeve showing a bandaged arm, "He grabbed a lighter and lit his arm on fire after putting accelerant. He wanted to see how much of my quirk can take. I only have a one degree burn and he still has a second degree burn."
The girl didn't notice her friend was staring at her bandaged arm. His voice came out serious, "Does Shouta know?"
He seen her shake her head. Her voice came out small, "I don't want to know what he'll do if he found out. The kid is only 10 years old. A child."
The newly dubbed hero in training, Present Mic nearly huffed, "We aren't any different. We are teenagers, still children compared to the pro heroes out there."
The healer in training felt her shoulders drop. That doesn't make this situation any better. Present Mic stood up holding out his hand, "I know a great thing to cheer you up."
She looked up at his hand then at him, "Where?"
The blond placed a finger to his lips and winked, "You'll find out. Let's go."
She decided to take her friend's hand. He pulled her up and then wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He pointed to a direction, "Promise this will work well!"
We luckily weren't far from the hospital where Thirteen and Shouta was staying at. Present Mic tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the song. He leaned back, "I want you to know he is in a bad condition and may not be awake. If seeing him cause your stress levels to rise, he will never forgive me if something were to happen. I'll take you out of there and pop you at my apartment till he is released. Got it, rock star?"
Katrina crossed her arms in a pout. She mumbled a yes. All she has to do is make sure her stress levels do not spike. She could do it, can't she? Behind Mic's shades, green eyes trailed over to his best friend's wife. He could see her wring the fabric of her blouse in nervousness. Mic broke the silence, "He's strong. We both know that. I know you don't blame All Might for him not being there. You saw him as a source to get your anger out. I am sure good ole Eraserhead would praise you for having a one v. one against the mighty number one hero."
Katrina looked outside of the car window. She snorted, "Hardly. I shook the man and weakly hit him while I scolded the man."
A jingle of keys and turning off the music caught her attention. She turned to the blond. He pointed to the building in front of them, "We should go and see him. I am sure he would like your company even if he isn't awake. Maybe we can draw on his face."
A big smile played on the man's lips. Katrina laughed a little, "If he knew what you were planning, he would suspend you with the capture scarf."
Mic opened the door waving his hand dismissively, "If he can catch up to me!"
Both knew the two male heroes have tricks up their sleeves to keep up with one another. Katrina opened the door and closed it softly, "Let's go see him. When we get up there, can you leave me alone with him?"
Mic looked up from his car keys locking the car. Mic could hear the sudden crack in her voice. The blond threw a pair of thumbs up towards her, " ' Course, how can I deny one of my favorite listener's request?"
Katrina hooked her arm in the offering blond's. Her free hand rubbed her belly in worry. Being heroes came with responsibility as well as the consequences. If you couldn't handle them then hang up your suit. Logically she knew what her husband did was right but emotionally it was ruining her. It may be the fact her emotions are on high since the third month in the pregnancy. She had a feeling this visit would be hard and she would have to prepare for it.
The red head stood outside of the hospital room door. Present Mic said he'll be in the cafe downstairs then he'll visit Thirteen. It was to give her space. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the door handle tightly. A doctor stopped noticing her struggle. Their voice made her release the door, "And you are?"
She turned giving a light bow to the doctor, "I'm... I'm Katrina."
The doctor's brows raised up, "Wife, I'm guessing?"
Katrina nodded lifting her head to meet the doctor. They put their hand out to shake, "I'm Dr. Hamada. I'm the tending doctor for Eraserhead."
Katrina glanced at her husband through the door window before putting her attention back at the doctor. She rubbed her neck, "I thought Recovery Girl will keeping tabs on him."
Dr. Hamada nodded, "She came in to tend to as many wounds she could without taking away his stamina."
The doctor glanced down at the swell of Katrina's belly. She pointed with her hand holding a clipboard, "When are they due?"
Katrina rubbed her belly, "In three months. If you do not mind me asking, patient and doctor confidentiality keep it on the down low that I'm his wife. I know there is certain protocols for visitors with patients depending on how severe."
The doctor raised a brow. She tilted her head to the side slightly, "Uh, sure. I'll be sure to keep it under wraps. I am sure you are itching to go see him now."
The red head nodded. She moved to the door handle opening it slightly, "Thank you for taking care of him."
The doctor nodded while they watched the red head disappear behind the now closed door. Inside, Katrina could see the heart monitor beeping to indicate he is still alive. Her eyes slowly took in the state of her husband. Bandaged arms, bandaged neck and bandaged head. Not just the typical bandaged head but his whole face. She bit her lip trying to fight back the tears. Her feet carried her closer to his bed. The left of him next to the heart monitor laid his capture scarf. Her fingers picked it up. Blood littered throughout the fabric. A stray tear finally fell. Katrina hugged the capture scarf close to her while she looked at her sleeping husband, "You caring man. You sacrificed a lot for those around you. I love you for that but do not lose your life or I swear I'll find a way to bring you back and kill you myself for putting me through this stress."
A rough voice spoke, "I swear if you visiting will make them come early..."
His words died on his tongue. He winced. Katrina went to her husband's bedside. A few tears fell down her cheeks. Her hand went to run through his hair. She felt his hair stick up from using his quirk. Katrina flattened her hand to lightly hit his head. It barely gave him pain by how soft she tapped her flattened hand on his head. She scolded softly, "I am not going to use my quirk if that's what you're worried about. We both know we aren't ready for them to come join us. Now stop and rest."
She felt his hair fall back onto the bed and around his shoulders. The woman continued running her fingers through his hair. The motion always relaxed the man when they're at home and this isn't any different. Seeing his chest slow its breathing, she reached down kissing his forehead. She whispered, "I'll be back."
A light knock caught her attention and luckily didn't wake the man. The door opened slowly revealing a shade wearing blond, "How's it goin'?"
Katrina hugged the capture scarf to herself, "He woke up and used his quirk. By how he was acting, he subconsciously woke up and subtly threatening me if I made the babies come early. I am not sure if he would remember this."
Present Mic stepped in slowly. He pointed to the scarf, "You're going to clean it?"
Katrina nodded, " 'Course. Knowing him and how Recovery Girl healed him a little, he will be back into work once the school reopens."
Mic thrust his thumbs into his pant loops, "You ready to go?"
Katrina stopped her minstrations to Shouta's head. She nodded, "I'd like to stop by the house and pick up a few things. I want to come back so if he actually wakes up..."
The blond rubbed the back of his neck, " I don't know about that, Katrina... You need to be in an actual bed instead of a chair. You'll ruin your back."
She wagged her finger at the blond, "Only if men can get pregnant and find out my back is already hurting. Plus I'm sure there is a second bed in here."
After saying that, she looked around the room pulling a curtain. She pointed to the bed, "See. I'll be fine. I'll feel a lot better if I can stay here, Hizashi."
His shoulders slumped, "Okay, okay. Just don't complain to me if your back hurts more than it should."
A smile graced the healing hero's lips.
A/N : Lemmie know what you guys think! It was just a thought I had since Eraserhead does not like the public eye on him. What else could he hide that he is Eraserhead? Anyways, I'm hoping this is all flowing nicely. I normally do not do third person. I wanted to challenge myself with this story to broaden my writing and try to get better at it.