Black hair laid against her side. Katrina absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. On top of her stomach was an open book filled with baby names. Zashi curled himself on Shouta's lap. His arms stayed in its slings against his chest. His breathing became shallow but not enough to indicate he is asleep. Katrina scanned over the names, "What about Haru and Akane?"

A grunt came from her husband's lips. Katrina moved to a different set of names, "Okay maybe not those. Now what about Hayate and Julieanne?"

No sound came from her husband. A smile graced her lips, "Okay then we will go for those two as well as Youta and Kyou."

She closed the book and glanced down seeing his breathing slowed enough to indicate he was asleep. Her hand continued to massage his scalp. He's going to need all the rest he can get especially if the Sports Festival will be held next week. Hizashi, no surprise, is going to be the announcer for the festival and he invited Shouta to be his co-announcer. At first Shouta immediately declined saying he should be at home asleep but after a few nudges from his wife and friend he eventually agreed. Recovery Girl told her that she will not be helping the woman with any injuries and it was best if she were to watch from the stands. Maybe she will see someone who is worthy for her agency or her time. Perhaps she can help give an opinion to her husband about who he could mentor if he was willing to take someone in. A yawn escaped from her lips. Maybe she should close her eyes for a bit. Everyone around her is falling asleep so she should too, right? That's how it normally works.

Shouta Aizawa ruffled his hair walking to the library where he was meeting up with his girlfriend and best friend. The two boys offered to help the girl with her Japanese and math. For someone who was born and raised in America in a Japanese household, her Japanese was not that great. Her parents were both born in Japan but immigrated to America for a different lifestyle for their future family. Aizawa looked through the rows of shelves to try to find them at a table. He slowed his walk to a table occupied by the two. Aizawa's face soften when he saw the girl asleep. He looked at his best friend who put a finger to his lips. Shouta raised an eyebrow. Hizashi felt the need to answer his unspoken question. He whispered which was a feat for the loud mouth, "Her new foster parents kept her up all night to watch their kid. She was fine till we had to wait for you to help with math. I let her sleep."

Dark eyes turned to his girlfriend. He quietly pulled a chair beside her. He rested his head on top of his folded arms. He let out a yawn. He mumbled to Hizashi, "I'm going to sleep as well."

Hizashi tried to hide his knowing smirk, " 'Course you will. You don't want to do any school work when she is sleeping."

Aizawa turned his head to give a soft glare at his friend. Aizawa mumbled, "I don't want to wake her and when one sleeps the another joins."

Hizashi tried to hold back his snicker. Shouta turned his head to face his girlfriend. Her red hair was starting to get long again. He reached out to tangle his fingers with hers softly. Yamada stretched, "Now you two are making me want to sleep."

Shouta smirked. His body started to relax and soon he fell asleep. Not very long after the erasure hero fell asleep, his friend joined the duo. He couldn't help it.

Katrina was the last one to wake earlier. She saw Hizashi and Shouta sitting at the dining room table. Katrina rubbed her eyes before stretching as much as she could.

"Watch it, Katrina you'll pop them out if you do that too hard."

Katrina stuck her tongue out at the loud mouth hero, "Shut it. What are you doing over anyways? It's the weekend."

Yamada leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. His blond hair was pulled up into a bun and he was wearing normal glasses. He suggested, "I thought to give you two some help since you cannot do much with heavy lifting and Aizawa here is out of commission with getting more baby stuff. You only have one of everything, right?"

The only monotone voice spoke, "You don't need to do that. They won't be here till after I'm healed and she would be in bed rest next month."

The blond leaned forward quickly snapping his fingers, "You said it yourself, Shouta they can come at any time and would you rather scramble at last minute or be ready?"

Katrina got off of the couch. She moved her arms in the opposite direction to stretch the muscles. She looked at her husband while holding her right arm to the left, "He does have a point, Shou."

The homeroom teacher sighed, "I won't win, will I?"

Katrina and Hizashi smiled. She waddled to her husband. She placed a kiss on the side of his temple, " 'Course not."

The blond shot his finger guns towards his best friend, "I'll take good care of your lady and little listeners. You rest up."

Shouta stood up, "I took a nap already. I'm good."

Katrina placed a hand on her husband's shoulder, "Hizashi is right, Shou. I don't want to delay your healing by making you walk around the department store. I made some of my healing shakes in the fridge. Please drink some since you still cannot feed yourself that well."

The loud blond's arm wrapped around the woman's shoulders hooking around to her neck, "She will not be giving birth if that's what you are thinking. I'll make this trip 100% stress free."

Hizashi moved his free arm and gave it a tiny flex, "I'll be able to carry the stuff by myself. Not like you can help currently."

Shouta mumbled, "If I didn't know any better, I'd feel you are trying to steal my wife."

Hizashi winked to his best friend, "No doubt."

Katrina chuckled, "Alright. Shou, we will be back. Promise no babies will be arriving anytime soon. Let me change and get ready, Hizashi then we can leave."

The blond gave a thumbs up to the retreating woman. The dark haired man's shoulders slumped. With everything having to do with their newest addition, he was involved. Everyone in the home understands the situation. Hizashi glanced at his best friend. His face and tone became serious, "I promise to keep her safe, Shouta. You really should get some rest. We both know you being hurt hurts and stresses her out."

The husband of the healer turned his head slightly to where their bedroom is. He spoke, "I was involved with everything. I never missed an appointment nor anything having to do with the kid..."

The blond leaned on his hand against the table. He looked at his best friend in the eye, "You still are, Shouta. You just need to take it easy for now. If you want I can pull up video chat so you have a say."

The bandaged man tilted his head up to look at his friend. He thanked the man, "Thank you."

Hizashi smiled big giving him thumbs up, "What are friends for?"

The pregnant wife of Eraserhead came back out with her hair in a bun and in a mustard yellow maxi dress. The blond pointed to her hair, "Hey! We match!"

The woman shook her head with a smile on her face, "Oh stop."

She turned to her husband and kissed his temple, "If you're hungry there are the shakes. Don't forget."

Shotua gave a little nod to show he heard her.

The blond and auburn haired duo walked through the showroom of baby cribs, dressers, and other furniture deemed to be essential for raising a baby. Hizashi had his hands shoved in his jean pockets keeping up the pace with the woman. The two decided to speak English while they were out. His green eyes scanned the showroom, "Is this what you two did last time?"

He saw the woman nod her head out of the corner of his eye. It seemed she is looking at a crib and seeing if the gate was easy to pull up and down. Her lips turned into a frown. She whispered to herself, "Guess not this one."

Hizashi looked across the way. It looked familiar to the one the couple had at home. Hizashi pulled out a hand from his pocket and pointed to the crib across the way, "What about this one, Katrina?"

The woman perked up at Hizashi's suggestion. She looked at the destination where his finger pointed. Her face looked to be in thought. Turning to the blond, she tilted her head side to side, "I don't know. I kind of want to go with something different. So I don't make a mistake on who is who, ya know?"

The blond frowned. He put an arm around her shoulders and with his free hand he pointed to her belly. Hizashi tried to make light of the thought, "You won't get them mixed up, Katrina. They'll be two different listeners. Possibly with two separate quirks."

He felt the woman's shoulders slump. She mumbled, "That doesn't help me in the first four years if they are identical... Plus when they're babies, they'll look similar. I'll get them mixed up for sure."

Hizashi laughed at her misfortune way of thinking. He gave her shoulders a squeeze, "You'll have Shouta with you. Plus you're worrying for nothing. Now let's go find a crib and order it to be brought to the first floor."

She shrugged off the radio host's arm, "I thought you were going to carry it. What happened to the I'm strong don't worry, my man talk?"

A smile graced his features, "I still have it but I'll save that when I have to bring it inside. Make sure your husband of yours do not try to put it together till he is all good to go!"

Katrina walked ahead to look at more cribs. She did look at the crib they already have again. She pursed her lips. Tapping her lips with the tips of her fingers, she looked at the order list. Her free hand pointed to a different color that is offered, "Maybe I can get it in a different color."

When she didn't get an answer from her husband's best friend, she turned around seeing him on his phone. A monotone voice came through it, "Just get it in black like the other one, Kat."

Katrina switched to Japanese, "Shou, we will get the two mixed up! I don't want that to happen. Let's just get it in smoked oak brown. It'll be close to the color black but not close enough that we would mix the two."

Her grey eyes glanced behind the phone seeing a wide smile on Hizashi's face. He was the only one seeing the other man through the phone. She figured Hizashi has the camera pointed towards her. She crossed her arms, "It's not much of a price difference. It'll be fine. At least let me do this so I'll keep an easy mind on who is who even if we could tell them apart."

Silence was between the three of them. A haggard sigh was released through the phone. He responded, "Fine, okay. That's it though."

A smile graced her lips. She nearly ran to the phone grabbing it out of Hizashi's hands. She turned the camera so she can see her husband. He had a straw in between his bandages as he drank one of her healing shakes. The smile didn't leave her face, "I'm glad you're eating. And thank you, Shou. I'll give you back to Hizashi. I love you."

He mumbled, "I love you too."

Hizashi appeared behind the auburn haired woman. He pressed his cheek against the woman's grinning. He shouted, "I love you too!"

Shouta rolled his eyes before hanging up. Katrina handed the hero his phone. Immediately the two switch back to English. Katrina looked around for an employee, "I'm going to find someone so I can tell them which one I want so they can bring it down to the pick up bay."

The two walked between stores. Many kids and their parents crowded the area of the mall. Some teenagers were hanging around enjoying their weekend. Unnoticed by the two, a couple students of Class 1-A were taking a break from their training to relax before heading back to their hard schedule. A red head, a blond and a black haired teen sat in the food court drinking some water and having a protein filled meal due to their training. The blond elbowed the black haired boy, "Isn't that... Present Mic?"

The red head squinted seeing familiar features on the far away blond. The black haired boy set his water down, "I don't think so."

The red head clapped the black haired boy's back, "No I think Kaminari is right. He has the same features and that mustache is definitely his."

Denki Kaminari popped a fry into his mouth, "But who is the woman with him? His wife?"

The black haired teen rubbed his shoulder from the clap of the red head, "I'm glad you didn't use your quirk, Kirishima."

Eijiro Kirishima ignored the black haired kid as he studied the auburn haired woman. He snapped his fingers as the memory came to mind, "She's the woman who came to USJ after the villains came."

Kaminari glanced at the black haired teen, "He didn't hear you, Sero."

Hanta Sero looked at the woman seeing the red head was right. Kirishima felt moved when he saw Present Mic was holding some bags of purchased items. Kirishima piped up, "That's so manly of Mic."

Kaminari elbowed Sero, "Now he's going to go over there."

Sero shook his head. The two already see the unnatural red head heading the way of the two.

"Present Mic!"