Shouta placed his laced fingers to his lips. His elbows dug into his thighs. Katrina glanced up from their baby girl. Katrina looked back down at the finished eating baby. She moved the baby to her shoulder and gave the girl a few light taps to her back. Katrina piped up, "Shou... are you doing alright? It seems you are thinking pretty heavily while staring intently at your daughter."

Shouta released a sigh moving in his chair to lean back. He stretched out his long legs in front of him. He replied, "I'm going to take a student under my wing."

Katrina moved their daughter to rest in her arms. Katrina raised her brows, "So staring at our daughter made you come up with that conclusion?"

Shouta pushed himself off of the chair. He walked over with a hand in a pocket. His free hand touched their daughter's head. Black peach fuzz nestled on top of her head. Shouta answered his wife, "No it was after the Sports Festival that I came to that conclusion. I was staring at our daughter and you because I admire your strength. You've been thrown into a hell pit and came back stronger bringing our children into the world."

A soft smile graced Katrina's lips. Katrina held up their daughter, "Mind holding your daughter?"

Shouta scoffed taking their daughter into his arms. He mumbled, "I'd take either of them, no matter what."

His wife moved in her bed to stand up. The black haired man held their daughter in one arm as he helped his wife up. He watched his wife head to the bathroom. He took the time to look down at his daughter. His voice came out soft, "Julieanne, your brother is fighting to keep going. I think he is as strong as you and your mother. The doctors suggest you and your brother to stay in the NICU for a bit. After that, you two will be able to come home with us."

He moved with his daughter to the window. His dark eyes looked outside seeing birds chasing each other. Unknown to him, his wife stayed by the bathroom watching his interaction with their daughter. Shouta continued speaking softly, "You two have a crazy loud uncle. His name is Present Mic, I mean Hizashi Yamada. He's okay, I guess. Hizashi will be a part of your lives, unfortunately."

Katrina interrupted Shouta, "We both know Hizashi would be a great uncle to the two. He was a good brotherly figure to me."

The erasure hero stiffened. He drawled out his voice, "He's annoying."

Katrina walked to her husband with a laugh. She placed her hands on each side of him. Reaching up on her tippy toes, she placed her chin on his shoulder. She spoke softly, "You love him. He's a great man."

Shouta knew his wife was right. Hizashi would never leave a friend behind and help anyone who is in trouble. A knock was made at the door. The couple turned to the door seeing Aiko. Aiko gave a smile, "I'm here to take Miss Julieanne. We have some more testing to do to check her condition."

Shouta moved to the nurse. He transferred the sleeping child into her arms to place the child in the traveling bassinet. Katrina lightly touch their daughter's cheek. Aiko smiled reassuringly, "From previous tests, it looks like she is doing well. She is still underweight. We want her to be at a healthy weight before allowing her to come home with you two. Your son is adding more pounds than his sister but his lungs still need to be more developed before being released."

Katrina pulled her hand away. She piped up, "I am glad they're doing well considering the circumstances."

Aiko moved around the traveling bassinet to push the sleeping child out. She reached the door before stopping, "You're still set to go home tomorrow, Katrina."

Shouta's eyes looked between the two women before landing on his wife. Since she is on medical leave from hero duties, he knows his wife would come visit their children every day. Aiko added, "I'll see you two later when you come by to see Youta."

Shouta nodded to the nurse as she headed out. Katrina turned to her husband, "That's good news, right?"

His voice drawled out, "Yes. It is."

Katrina moved to her bed sitting on the edge. Katrina smiled like a child getting a piece of cake, "Let's go back to the topic of you wanting to take on a student."

Shouta rolled his head to the side. His black hair was in a half up-do. The bun was messy but it suited him. He grumbled, "His name is Hitoshi Shinso. He's in 1-C."

Katrina raised her brows, "A general studies student? That's different. What made you choose him?"

Her husband shoved his hands in his pockets. He answered, "His quirk is like mine and yours. Useless against robots but great against people."

Katrina gestured for him to continue. It could be anything. He added, "It seems to be a mental quirk. From my observation, if someone were to speak with him he can control him."

His wife nodded her head in understanding, "I see. So like a brainwash quirk?"

Shouta moved to his chair he occupied earlier. He nodded, "More or less."

She bobbed her head side to side. Katrina piped up, "I can see why you want to train him. He reminds you of yourself. See potential in him to be transferred into heroics course?"

Shouta let out a haggard sigh, "Depends. If he can get stronger and evolve his quirk, sure."

Katrina shook her head with a half smile on her face, "So yes, he has a high chance."

Her husband rolled his eyes.

A pale hand lightly touch Youta's little foot. The baby moved his foot out of the unwanted touch and let out a light whine. A chuckle was made to the right, "It seems he is ticklish, just like his father."

Shouta frowned, "I thought we weren't going to talk about that, Katrina."

Katrina smiled big, "Oh I couldn't help it when I saw Youta's reaction."

The father scoffed. Katrina came up to her husband's side. She was able to wear patient scrubs instead of the open backed medical dress. Her cheek leaned against his bicep. She watched her husband run his fingers lightly against their son's red skin till it stopped on top of his head. The peach fuzz on his head looked more red than black. His thumb gently rubbed their son's forehead to the center of his head. He repeated the action till his son decided to not want the attention anymore. Katrina spoke softly, "I think he will grow strong like his father. I think not because of his lungs being underdeveloped but because he take after you in being reserved."

A light groan came from their child. Shouta stopped his ministrations pulling his hand away and out of the incubator. Katrina added, "Apparently his tolerance level is the same as yours."

Shouta rolled his eyes at his wife. Aiko came into the NICU holding a new IV bag. Aiko surmised, "I see you two noticed your son can be a little cheeky. Not as cheeky as your daughter. She has more sass than the two of them put together."

Shouta mumbled to himself, "Mic has been around too much."

Katrina heard 'Mic' and laughed. Aiko raised an eyebrow as she changed their son's IV bag. She asked, "Am I missing something?"

Katrina shook her head, "Oh no. He's just cursing his best friend."

Since Mic started to host a radio show on Fridays, she had the radio on through the house. Shouta would complain but he wouldn't make a move to turn it off. It was a ritual every Friday to listen to their friend while relaxing after a day's work. Despite people's dislike to Hizashi's quirk, his voice can be calming as he spoke about different music and try to give advice when a caller calls in. Katrina looked away from their son to glance at their daughter in an incubator nearby. Aiko looked at the couple, "Were you able to pump out some breastmilk for your little man?"

Shouta glanced down at his wife who smiled big. Katrina pointed to the direction of the fridge, "Yep! I had another nurse bring the bottles up and place them into the fridge."

Aiko moved to the fridge pulling out a bottle. Aiko pointed the bottle to Katrina's husband, "Would you like to feed him?"

Katrina removed herself from her husband's side who nodded. He moved to the plush chair as he waited for Aiko bring his son to him. The nurse slowly brought the smaller twin into his arms. She adjusted the IV drip so if Shouta were to move it wouldn't move or harm the child. She placed the bottle in his open hand. As if it was second nature, Shouta gave the child the bottle who took to it instantly. Aiko headed to another couple's child. She piped up, "Sooo are you excited to go home tomorrow?"

Katrina rubbed her biceps. She looked between her two children. A sad smile graced her features, "I am but not as much as I can be. I would like to bring them home with us."

Aiko looked up from the child she was attending to. She commented, "You will bring them home. We have to make sure they are alright and healthy."

Katrina's lips pressed her lips together. Shouta's voice broke into the two's conversation, "Kat... They're strong. They will come home with us soon. They're in good hands."

Katrina let out a heavy sigh. Her shoulders relaxed. Aiko finish adjusted the other child's eye mask after she changed the young one's diaper. Aiko was about to leave the room, "I'll come back to put him back."

Katrina turned to the nurse, "It's alright. I can put Youta back in his incubator."

The nurse nodded, "I sometimes forget you are a medical professional hero."

Katrina gave a smile, "Specialty isn't newborns but I can handle all ages."

The nurse shook her head with a smile on her face as she left. Katrina turned to her husband, "You know when we have them at home, I'll be fine by myself."

Shouta's eyes lazily looked up to his wife. Shouta adjusted his hand grip on the bottle. He replied, "When I'm off from the school, I will take over so you can rest."

Katrina puffed out her cheeks, "That's not fair. You'll be working at the school and then come home to take care of the twins. That's hardly seem fair."

Her husband gave one of his crazy looking smiles, "Life's not fair."

She pursed her lips. She knew there was no winning against her husband. She crossed her arms, "Okay, but I'll rest by doing stuff around the house."