Katrina fixed Eri's scarf around her neck, "Make sure to keep this on, Eri. It'll keep you warm. It said it was going to snow."

Eri's face was hidden around a scarf Shouta bought her as a gift. It was a light gold mixed with grey. It brought out the shade of her eyes. Hizashi had each twin's carrier in his hands. Katrina peered into the twins' carriers to see if they were keeping their blankets, mittens and beanies on. Once she was satisfied with all of the children safely being warm, she stood up from her place. She asked the only other adult, "You ready, Hizashi?"

The blond smiled big and gave a wink to his adoptive sister, "As ever. It'll be nice to see them again."

A young Hizashi jumped on his newly adopted sister's bed, "Sooo mom, dad and I thought it would be pretty radical for you to be able to go visit your parents."

The auburn haired teen turned around from her desk to see the spiked hair blond lounging on her bed. She shook her head, " I am good. Thank you for the thought."

Hizashi whined, "But why, little listener?"

Katrina turned her attention back to her design and details of her hero outfit. She was recently accepted into the hero course and was transferred into the opposite of each other duo's class. Katrina replied, "My parents are gone. Why would I go visit the dead, Hizashi?"

Hizashi's lips went into a firm line. His brows furrowed into worry. He sat up on her bed. Hizashi asked, "In America, do they really disregard the dead?"

Katrina scoffed, "What is gone is gone. My parents fought furiously with the villain. They cannot talk with me. They cannot hold and comfort me. They do not exist anymore. I like to keep it that way."

Katrina did not hear him get up and knelt next to her chair. He startled her when she felt his thumb wipe away a tear. She started, "Wha-?"

Hizashi spoke in a worried but serious tone, "You can let your guard down here. Your parents fought well and hard to make the world a better place for their daughter. I am not sure what kind of traditions with the deceased Americans have but in Japan, we give our respects to them. We speak to them about our present lives and thank them for watching over us. Listen, Katrina, your parents would want you to come visit. You told me you were a close knit family. Being away hurts, doesn't it?"

Katrina looked away from her adopted brother. She hugged her arms close. Hizashi stood up pulling out his phone. His fingers worked quickly sending a message to their mutual. Slowly, Katrina went back to what she was doing once she knew her brother left the topic. It was hard for her to think of going to see her parents' grave site. After they passed away, she was sent over the pond to Japan to her grandmother who died a month later due to a health complication. That was what started her many, many foster home adventures. If one can call them adventures. Hizashi laid back down on the bed thumbing through some record disks on his lap. A light knock was made at Katrina's window. Katrina's brows furrowed, "Hizashi..."

Hizashi bounced up with newfound energy heading to her window. He opened it seeing a perched black haired teen on the thick window sill. Shouta climbed through the window. Katrina quickly wiped away any trace of tears hoping her boyfriend wouldn't see. She didn't want to worry the black haired teen. Shouta moved in his girlfriend's room and took Hizashi's previous spot. Hizashi kept his visual attention onto the records but his ears were open. Shouta tapped his girlfriend's knee to get her attention, "Hey."

Katrina glanced at the short black haired teen out of the corner of her eye, "What?"

Shouta squinted at his girlfriend then at the artwork of her hero outfit. He turned back to her, "Get up. We are going out."

He plucked her pen out of her hand and replaced it with his hand. Katrina felt defeated allowing him drag to the window. Shouta turned to Hizashi, "We will be back."

Hizashi gave a fake salute, "Ya got it!"

Katrina saw her adoptive brother head to her desk and tried to get him to stop, "Do not touch my design, Hizashi!"

Hizashi's lips turned into a wide smile. Shouta kept his hand laced with his girlfriend's as he took her to an empty park nearby. Shouta didn't speak. He allowed his girlfriend to take her time. Shouta's dark eyes turned to her when she decided to stop. Katrina looked away rubbing one arm with her free hand, "I do not understand, Shouta. Why would someone want to go visit their dead ones? What difference can it make?"

Shouta answered truthfully, "To some people it doesn't make any difference. To others, it helps them. However, I believe it would help you to go visit at least once. If you do not like the experience, then don't go. If you do, then we will find a way to keep going."

Katrina blinked at her boyfriend's words, "I do not know about that, Shouta."

He fully turned to her and placed his hands lightly on her biceps. His thumbs lightly rubbed against her chilled skin. He nearly cursed out loud for forgetting to grab her coat. Shouta asked, "Do you want me to come with you with Hizashi and his family?"

He released his light grip on her to remove his black hoodie. Katrina protested, "You don't need to go and you don't need to give me that. It's cold so you should keep it on."

Shouta placed the hoodie over her head and shoulders, "I'll be fine. Well, I want to go now. I want to meet your parents and give them my respects. Shouldn't a boyfriend meet his girlfriend's parents?"

Katrina huffed after she threaded her arms through the sleeves, "Yes, but I do not have parents for you to meet."

Shouta nearly rolled his eyes. Shouta pressed his lips onto his unsuspecting girlfriend's lips. He could feel the warmth radiate from her face as he started to pull away. He breathed out, "I still want to meet them. We can go on our next break."

Katrina smacked her boyfriend's side with his hoodie sleeve, "Do not use that against me."

Shouta raised an eyebrow, "Use what?"

He gave her another peck to the lips. Katrina pointed a finger towards him when he pulled away, "That!"

Shouta's lips went into a smirk, "Oh, that. I didn't know it was a secret weapon I could use."

His tone and face went serious, "On a serious note, I do want to meet your parents. Please."

Katrina bit her lip. The usual seriousness of his face didn't budge. Katrina looked away with a sigh, "Alright. If I don't want to continue it, I do not want to go again."

Shouta gave a curt nod, " 'Course."

Katrina poured the wooden bucket of water over the grave stone. Eri asked, "What are you doing?"

Hizashi took hold of the brush, "We are cleaning the grave stone before we pay our respects with some food and incense."

Eri's brows raised up. She sat on the balls of her feet in between the twins. The twins were oddly quiet watching the two adults clean the grave stone. Katrina took her eyes off of the engraving of her family name 'Ayano' to look at the three children. All three were watching curiously. Eri hugged the bouquet of flowers to her little torso. Eri asked, "Are the flowers for your mommy, mama?"

Katrina nodded, "Yeah, she loved those when she was here. They are called Carnations."

Eri's red eyes looked down at the colors, "And these are her favorite colors?"

Katrina's lips curled into a smile, "Yes, red and green brought out her hair. Dad would buy her stuff in those colors to bring out her hair. He loved her hair color. He was grateful I was able to inherit her hair versus his black hair."

Eri blinked then asked, "Does daddy buy you red and green things too?"

Hizashi peered over his glasses towards Katrina. His lips held a small smirk. Katrina chuckled as she grabbed the bucket once more to fill it up, "He does but he throws in some browns when he wants to."

Katrina asked the little girl, "Want to help me get water?"

Eri perked up and stood up quickly, "Yes, please!'

Eri leaned the bouquet against the diaper bag and quickly rushed over to put her little hand into Katrina's. The two headed off. Hizashi glanced at the twins, "Ya two are oddly quiet today. What gives?"

Julieanne blew a raspberry and threw her arms up and down. The movement made her carrier rock back and forth. Youta stayed quiet. His eyes were studying the area. A voice piped up a few rows down in English, "Oh, you must be the Ayano family, am I right?"

Hizashi looked around for the owner of the voice. It was an elderly voice. Hizashi switched to English, "Oh, yeah. My sister is their daughter."

The elder slowly but surely walked towards him. Katrina and Eri was walking back from the water well. Katrina was caught off guard when an elderly voice piped up in English, "Oh you look just like your mother."

Eri started to hide behind Katrina's legs. Katrina spoke in English, "Who may you be and how do you know my mother?"

The elderly woman chuckled, "I helped to deliver you at the hospital. My name is Reiko Momoshiro. My husband was your mother's mentor. They had medical type quirks. He had emphatic healing whereas your mother had-."

Katrina finished for her, "Wound transferal."

The elderly woman's face crinkled from her smile then it slowly faded, "Yes. Unfortunately, your mother didn't have any regeneration to take away the wounds she would take."

Katrina placed her free hand ontop of Eri's beanie. She lightly reassured the little girl who stayed hidden. Katrina asked, "Would you like to pay your respects with us?"

Reiko's eyes brightened, "If I could, thank you."

Katrina gave a light nod and started to guide the little girl. Katrina asked Hizashi, "Done?"

Hizashi nodded, "Yeah. I'll wash it off."

Katrina switched to Japanese once she handed the bucket to Hizashi, "Eri, that old lady won't harm you. I will never let anything harm you. She knew my parents."

Reiko looked between the two then noticed two baby carriers. Reiko couldn't help but ask in English, "Are these your children?"

Eri's curious but wary eyes watched the older woman. Katrina tore her eyes away from the white haired child and smiled answering in English, "Yes. My husband, unfortunately, couldn't make it."

Reiko moved so she was in front of the twins. She wouldn't try to go near Eri as the little girl seemed frightened of her. Reiko waved her wrinkled hand, "Hello there."

Katrina moved Eri towards the diaper bag. She pulled out melon buns and placed them into Eri's arms. The small party didn't notice the blond man left and came back with and without the bucket. Hizashi clapped his hands and rubbed them together and piped up in Japanese, "Is it Melon time?"

Eri's face brightened and ran towards the blond with the buns in her arms, "I got them!"

Reiko asked, "Does the children not know English?"

Katrina shook her head as she watched the duo get the melon bread ready, "No, we live in Japan. We do plan to teach them English when we can."

Katrina pulled out the incense and placed them in the holders. The woman dug into her jean back pocket and pulled out a lighter. In a quick movement, she lit the incense. Smoke plumes floated through the air. Katrina closed her eyes and breathed in the incense. It was her parents' favorite smells. Her mother would have something in their home smelling like those incense. It felt like home. Eri rushed over to Katrina and tugged on her coat, "Can we call daddy?"

In the sidelines while Katrina went to grab her phone, Reiko held her hands together and gave her respects. Hizashi was already digging into his melon bun after he gave his respects. Katrina felt the young child try to pull her arm down to get a good look at the phone. It should be 0700 in the morning over in Japan. Lucky for the United States visitors, 6 at night is still daylight in winter. A monotoned voice answered, "Hello?"

Eri jumped up and down trying to see the tired black haired man on the screen, "Daddy! Daddy!"

Katrina nearly chided Eri in Japanese, "Hold on Eri. Let me come down to you, please."

Eri stopped bouncing up and down as Katrina knelt down to her height. A yawn escaped Katrina's husband's lips, "You're at the cemetery, I see."

Reiko turned to the blond man who finished up his melon bun, "Are you pro heroes?"

Katrina noticed her husband wake up at the sound of a new voice. He asked, "Who was that?"

Katrina answered, "An elderly woman who knew my parents. She helped deliver me when I was born. Are you waiting for school to start?"

A haggard sigh left his lips. Katrina chuckled. Eri showed Shouta her melon bun, "Daddy, look I got a melon bun. Mommy said when we got them that we are going to share it with grandpa. I do not know how seeing he isn't here to enjoy it..."

Katrina placed a hand ontop of Eri's head, "He will enjoy it, I promise. As long you enjoy it, he would too."

Eri's face brightened, "Really?"

Shouta held his phone with one hand and cradled his chin in the other. A small smile graced his lips while he watched the love of his life and apparently now his oldest child interact. He remembered he told the same thing to his wife when they first visited the grave.

Katrina mumbled, "I feel this is stupid."

Hizashi bumped into her shoulder, "Oh come on, it'll be fine."

The black haired teen had his hands in his pockets. The Yamada's thought it would be okay for the teens to go on their own during their first visit. They would join in later. Katrina wiggled the wrapped melon bun towards the blond's face, "My dad cannot eat this. He's dead, Hizashi. It's a waste of money for us to even buy this."

Shouta stopped at a grave marker when he saw the family name. Shouta piped up, "Katrina."

His girlfriend turned to him. He gestured to the grave marker. She didn't notice they made it to her parents' grave. He watched her as her shoulders start to drop. Katrina started to walk off, "Alright I am leaving."

Hizashi grabbed his sister's shoulders and pulled her back, "Woah there, little listener. Ya just got here. You got to give your respects."

Katrina tried to get out of her brother's grip. He didn't want to hurt her so he released her. Shouta watched as she threw the bun at the grave in erupted frustration. His dark eyes followed his girlfriend as she ran away. Shouta stopped his best friend's movements, "Don't. Let her calm down. This is the first time she came here since the funeral. She won't go far."

Hizashi shoved his hands into his leather jacket with a huff, "If she gets hurt, I'm going to beat your ass."

Shouta raised an eyebrow at Hizashi's choice of words. Shouta gave a nod, "Okay. Fair."

Hizashi let out a loud breath grabbing the wooden bucket with frustration, "I'll start cleaning."

Shouta watched his friend head to the water fountain. He tore his attention away to the direction she went. He mentally counted the time his girlfriend left. When she didn't looked to be returning anytime soon, Shouta started his search for her. It didn't take long to find the auburn haired girl. She was sitting at a tree trunk at the edge of the cemetery. Her face was buried into her arms and her legs were pulled to her chest. His face softened at the sight of her. He slowly walked towards her and sat next to her. He didn't say anything, once again. He could hear her sniffle and choke out light sobs. Shouta leaned his head back against the bark. His dark eyes watched birds chirp at each other and fly through the trees. Katrina's voice sounded rough, "You didn't have to find me. I was fine."

Shouta's voice was monotone, "What kind of boyfriend would I be to leave my girlfriend alone crying?"

Katrina wiped away her tears on her sleeve. She sniffled, "I don't think this was a good idea."

Shouta haven't glanced at his girlfriend yet. He would give her at least that for privacy. Shouta piped up, "You know Hizashi is cleaning their grave right now. It's part of tradition of visiting a grave. We clean the grave, place incense and offerings then give our respects. My mother made me go visit my grandparents and I felt them beside me. A chill went up my spine when I spoke with them for the first time. It can happen here too."

Katrina turned to her boyfriend and studied his face. He was staring at the sky and trees. A few animals were chirping in the branches. Shouta continued, "You said melon buns were your dad's favorite. I am sure if you were to talk with him and share the moment with the melon bun with him, you would be able to feel his presence too. He would enjoy it if you enjoy it."

Katrina still felt the idea was ridiculous and stupid. Shouta finally turned to look at her. He held out his hand for her to take, "Are you ready? I'd like to introduce myself to them."

Shouta pulled himself and her up form the ground after she nodded. Their fingers stayed intermingled with each other as they headed back. Hizashi already placed incense in the holder and it was burning. He huffed when he saw the couple, "I cleaned them up and already paid my respects. They've been waiting for you, Katrina."

Katrina felt her boyfriend release her hand and clapped his hands together. He closed his eyes and mentally paid his respects to the spirits. Katrina slowly copied his motions. A light wind blew through blowing leaves around. A shiver ran down Katrina's arms even though she was fully equipped for the winter in the Northern East Coast. Hizashi had his hands shoved in his leather jacket's pockets. A small knowing smile graced his lips.

Shouta saw the view changed to the grave site. It adorned an unwrapped melon bun, a bouquet of green and red carnations and lit incense. The camera was pointed towards his best friend who wave with a stupid smile on his face. Katrina piped up on the other side, "Oh this is Reiko Momoshiro, Shou. She's the one who knew my parents."

The elderly woman had grey to white hair tied into a bun and she walked with a walker. She was by the twins. Shouta could understand the words that came from the woman's mouth, "Would he understand me if I spoke English?"

He heard his wife was about to answer but he answered for her in English, "I understand perfectly thanks to my wife."

In high school, when he taught her math she would exchange the lessons with English despite his best friend could of taught him. He would of chose his girlfriend, at the time, any day over his best friend. It meant more time spent with her. Reiko smiled softly, "You have beautiful children, uh-."

Shouta heard his wife give their surname. Reiko finished up her sentence, "Mr. Aizawa."

His wife turned the view back onto her. Eri was munching on the melon bun with light glee. Shouta asked, "Where are the twins?"

Katrina quickly showed her husband the twins. He piped up his observation, "They are quiet."

Katrina chuckled, "Tell me about it. It's a first since they first were popped out of me. Maybe they can feel mom and dad."

Shouta answered, "It could be possible. Infants do have a sixth sense."

The home room teacher didn't see how much time passed as he spoke with his little family but he was brought back to reality the shuffling of feet was brought to his ears. Shouta glanced up seeing his students curious at the voices coming through the cell phone. Ashido excited asked, "Is that Miss Katrina?"

Shouta narrowed his eyes at his students, "Yes. Now we are going to be training again. Grab your hero outfits and meet back here."

Shouta turned back to his wife who held an amused smile. Katrina spoke, "I guess it is time for school, huh? Well I don't want to keep you away from torturing the kids now. I love you and I'll talk to you later."

Eri popped onto the screen looking into it, "I love you daddy! Drink lots of water and eat good meals that mommy and I made for you!"

Shouta's lips twitched upward, "I love you all as well. I'll talk to you later."

Katrina and Eri waved towards the camera. Katrina made the twins give a little wave. The two made a coo towards their father. They were the last people he saw before the call ended. He stared at his phone's background. It was of his wife holding the twins after she gave birth. With one blink later, he locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket. He looked up and saw his students did not move an inch. He activated his quirk, "Get moving!"

Immediately his students scrambled to get their suitcases to change. Once every student was gone, he let out a haggard sigh and rubbed his tired face. For disobeying his orders, he will make training harder today.

A/N: Alright here is a lengthy chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this! I tried to get a little more flashbacks in there. Also I 100% believe in ghosts so I thought to bring that into this. I researched the hell out of Japanese traditions to grave markers. ALSO to clear things up, the cemetery isn't a normal USA cemetery. It is of Japanese origin but obviously located in USA. It is imaginary, obviously. I do wonder if there are cemeteries like it in the states or anywhere else other than Japan. I wish we do what they do with their deceased. It sounds nice as much nice can be used as a term for deceased ones.