The healing hero's fingers pressed underneath her eyes on the apples of her cheeks. The palm of her hand covered her mouth. Sharp pain emerged behind her eyes as tears threaten to fall. She took a deep breath to control that feeling. It's always one thing or the other with this pregnancy. The older healer didn't want to waste any time and urged her to go to the hospital immediately. The words from the doctor kept echoing through her head, "You're suffering from partial placental abruption. It can happen to patients with multiples and have preeclampsia. The sharp pain you felt may have been your child moving but considering the pain did not leave... You're among the 1% who is suffering from this."

Shouta doesn't know. He doesn't know where she is. She couldn't interrupt his class. Her grey eyes glanced at her cell phone sitting on the tray table next to her bed. Katrina swallowed hard. She removed her hand from her face reaching for her phone. Her thumb touched the screen going to her contacts. Her thumb hovered above his contact name. Katrina bit her bottom lip hard. The thought to even have to contact her husband to tell him what is going on breaks her heart. They would think after being diagnosed with preeclampsia that she would be okay. She shook her head feeling some droplets fall from her eyes. The doctor did say the babies and her are healthy and are doing fine. Katrina just has to be admitted now instead of in two weeks. Her thumb swiped right to create a message. By now, her lip would have cracked underneath the pressure she was putting on them. She was nervous, scared and feels defeated. She typed up one word: Erase.

Her head leaned back as she stared at the ceiling. She knew he would see it when classes were over. He's not one to look at his phone during class. Despite his complaining, he loves teaching. He helps the students understand what it is like to be a hero. A light knock was made at her hospital room door, "May I come in?"

Katrina mumbled, "Sure."

A nurse, who looked to be in her 20's, entered. She was pushing a cart with doors on the side. The nurse stopped it by her bed before opening the side doors. Katrina didn't have to know what she was pulling out. The doctor explained to her what would be needed to be done to ensure the babies are well. The nurse glanced at the mother to be as she put the blood bag on the hook next to her IV. The nurse piped up, "Have you picked out any names yet?"

Katrina's grey eyes moved from the ceiling tile to look at the young nurse. The nurse had her blue hair in a pony tail. Katrina nodded, "Yes, we do."

The nurse's lips went into a firm line. If the nurse could see the shiny trails of tears on the mother to be's cheeks, she didn't say anything. The nurse adjusted the dial for the drip. She tried again, "What did you and the father to be choose?"

Katrina placed her hands around her stomach. She rubbed it gingerly. The nurse didn't think the woman would answer her. The bluette pushed the cart for the other blood bags to a corner of the room. As the nurse turned to head to the door, she heard the pregnant woman spoke, "We were thinking Kyou and Julieanna if they're girls and Youta and Hayate if they're boys."

The nurse glanced behind her and gave the woman a soft smile, "They're beautiful. Name's Aiko. I'm going to be your attending nurse for your stay."

Katrina didn't feel the need to introduce herself. She was 100% sure the nurse looked at her medical file before entering. Every medical practitioner does that. Katrina thanked the woman, "Thank you."

The smile widened on the younger woman's face. She gave a curt nod to show she heard the mother to be. The nurse left her alone to her own devices. Katrina reached for the television remote to turn on the television. She skipped the news channels before she landed on a game show. It's something to keep her mind off of what is going on currently.

Once the bell signaled school was over, Eraserhead pulled out his phone to see a notification on his screen. He nearly dropped his phone but he knew that word. It's the word the couple would use when she needed him to take her away from a situation when they were younger. Her foster parents were not the best then. Now they transferred the word to their current life if something were to happen to her or in this case her and the babies. Aizawa walked past his students to exit before all of them left the classroom. He needed to get to the hospital now. Last time the couple talked was about her seeing Recovery Girl and if it's something bad then she would go to the hospital. He has to find Mic to have him drive to the hospital. A cab would take too long. The black haired man could see the top of his friend's pointy blond hair in the crowd. Aizawa could feel the panic rise in him slowly. He didn't want to show it in front of the students or his co-workers. Only two people seen him lose his shit and that's the blond hero he is trying to get to and the mother of his children. Aizawa called out to the blond, "Mic!"

The loud mouth hero turned at the calling of his hero name. Present Mic shot his best friend finger guns, "Hey, there Aizawa! Getting Katrina?"

Aizawa finally caught up to the blond. Aizawa shook his head. His voice was low, "Hospital. You need to drive, now."

Present Mic's blond brows raised up into his hairline. Mic tilted his head down to look at his friend without his glasses in the way, "Is she okay?"

Aizawa shook his head. Present Mic nodded. The two males headed to the parking lot where Mic's car would be. Mic offered to drive the couple when Aizawa refused his wife to drive and he couldn't drive particularly.

A female voice argued with the television, "How is that right? I should know cause that is about me!"

Her voice could be heard through the door the closer the two males got to it. The best friends looked at each other. Present Mic rubbed the back of his head, "It sounds like she is fine."

Aizawa used his shoulder to push the door open. It was slightly ajar for the attending nurses and doctors. Present Mic shoved his hands in his leather pants, "I'm be out here, Aizawa."

The father to be didn't answer but he gave his friend a nod. He moved to close the door with his back. His wife's voice sounded sheepishly, "Oh I'm sorry for being so loud..."

Her husband moved into her vision. His voice took her attention away from the television, "What's going on?"

Just like a switch being turned on, her eyes started to water. Her voice sounded defeated, "Oh Shou..."

The man shuffled closer to his wife. He gave a nudge to her side. She took the hint and scooted enough for him to join her on the bed. Once the man got comfortable, Katrina placed her head on his shoulder. He could feel her shake due to her crying. Her hand reached for his black pant leg since she cannot grab his hands. Her grip tightened on the fabric. Shouta waited for his wife to calm down to speak. While he was waiting, he looked to see his wife was hooked up to an IV and a blood bag. His lips turned into a frown. A good 10 minutes passed before she started to hiccup. She sniffled, "One of the twins has partial placental abruption."

She wiped away any tears from her face with the heel of her palm. She continued knowing her husband wouldn't know what it would mean for them, "I'm on constant watch and have to be given blood transfusions to help the child and myself. They said the children are fine and healthy but it's best to admit me earlier than planned. Once they are given the green light of how long they've been in, they'll induce me."

His voice came out like a whisper, "So it wasn't a stretch."

Katrina didn't want to meet her husband's eyes. Her voice came out small, "We keep getting smacked in the face with one thing or another."

She felt him tilt his head so it rested on top of hers. She felt his voice vibrate against herself, "We always come out strong, don't we? Our children will not be any different. They're strong. They have to be for having you as their mother."

A few stray tears slid down onto his shoulder. Katrina sniffled once more, "You don't give yourself enough credit. You were the one who stopped one of my foster fathers."

Aizawa knew exactly who she was talking about. He clenched his fists underneath his bandages. He turned his head so his lips touched the top of her head. He mumbled against it, "I thought we weren't going to talk about that anymore."

He didn't hear his wife reply. She stayed silent. He knew why she would bring it up but they also talked about it to never speak about it again. It was a painful memory.

A young Aizawa held an older man's wrist. The young Aizawa stood between his girlfriend and her current foster father. Her foster father was about to slap the girl if Shouta didn't have a say in it. He also knew her foster father's quirk was strength. Katrina looked up from her flinch to see her boyfriend's hair was standing up. He's canceling out her foster father's quirk. Shouta's voice came out deadly, "You were going to use your quirk against her. It wouldn't have been a mere slap but it would've break her bones. How dare you lay a hand on her?"

The older man grunted, "You're the reason why she doesn't have anything on her."

The man looked around Shouta to the girl, "You're giving your shit to him, aren't you?"

Katrina couldn't help but flinch at the tone. Shouta and Hizashi let her relieve some of her wounds and pain to them especially since they've seen she was too injured to partake in heroics class. She hated doing it cause it would show on them instead of her. She never want them to be in pain. The two boys argued with her to allow them to do so. Shouta made the man turn his attention back to him, "If I wasn't here, I wouldn't have probable cause for your arrest for abuse."

Shouta moved his hand behind him to grab the girl's hand. She laced her fingers with his. Shouta had to blink which resulted his hair to fall. Shouta threatened, "If you put a hand on her again or me while we are leaving..."

He let his words die on his tongue to give the guy a hint of what he's going to do to protect the two of them. Shouta pulled the girl away, "Let's go, Katrina. You're going to be stay with me now on."

Shouta didn't like seeing his wife hurt when they were younger. None of them understood why her foster parents were horrible people who like to take it out on her. It's not her fault that her parents died in a villain attack. It's not her fault she got the quirk she has. He felt the one foster father wanted to see how much she could take with her quirk especially after he saw her bruises went away the next day. He started to go further than just a hit and started to use his strength quirk. A knock was made on the door and the person slowly walked in, "Mrs. Aizawa, I'm coming in to- Oh, I am guessing your are her husband."

The doctor moved the clipboard to her hip. The doctor was about to hold out her hand to shake but noticed the father to be is bandaged up completely. She blinked, "Aren't you...?"

Aizawa answered, "Yes, I'm him. Now moving on, what are you here for?"

The doctor moved the clipboard in front of her, "Oh I am going to be checking your vitals and everything to make sure you're comfortable."

She glanced towards the door, "I also found someone lurking by the door, do you want me to send him in?"

Katrina moved her head off of Shouta's shoulder, "Hizashi?"

Aizawa nodded then turned to the doctor, "You can bring him in."

The doctor moved to the door. Her voice sounded far away as she called to Present Mic, "You can come in but be quiet."

Katrina felt her lips turn upward at the impossible command the doctor gave the loud hero. Present Mic entered the room giving thumbs up to the mother to be. A smile was slapped onto his face. The blond nearly went to the other side of the mother to be to hop onto the bed but the doctor's voice stopped him, "It's already have two people in it. The bed does not need a third, now if you excuse me while I check her vitals and all."

Present Mic slid away from Katrina's left side. He shoved his hands in his pockets, "Uncool, listener."

If the doctor heard him she ignored him. The loud hero looked between the awaiting parents, "Soooo..."

Shouta released a heavy sigh, "She's admitted to the hospital and will stay here till they're born."

The doctor commented, "If things are going the way they are, we may have to induce you in 2-3 weeks. Depending."

The female doctor scribbled on her chart. She didn't look up as she put the remaining notes of this visit on the paper, "Also it looks to me everything is normal. The blood and IV drip would need to be replaced tomorrow morning. I'll check on you before I leave tonight."

Katrina mumbled, "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor gave a light bow of the head. She headed to the door, "Also visitation hours ends at 7 pm. Just a reminder."

Present Mic's shoulders fell forward. He waited till the door closed before he gestured to the door with his thumb, "I don't think she likes me very much."

Aizawa spoke in monotone, "Maybe it's because you're always loud."

Katrina had to ask, "Were you talking to the nurses at the nurses station?"

Present Mic turned his head away, "No..."

The trio knew the tone he was using which meant yes, yes he very much did. Hizashi changed the subject, "So why the sudden hospitalization?"

Shouta glanced at his wife before turning his attention back to the loud hero. Shouta started to explain, "One of the twins has partial placental abruption."

Hizashi could feel the air thicken. The always smiling hero frowned, "Are they okay?"

He saw the woman nod. Hizashi moved to the left side of the bed. He placed a hand ontop of the woman's head, "It'll be okay, Katrina. It always turned out okay."

He gave a wink to Aizawa's wife. It brought a small smile to her lips. Her hand touched the top of his hand. She gave it a squeeze, "Thanks, Hizashi."