Fuyumi stormed out of the house, scowling in rage. How dare Natsu! It wasn't like she didn't know exactly what Endeavor had done, and she was NOT. How dare he even SUGGEST-Her fuming thoughts paused when she saw a man sitting on top of a vintage car, casually scrolling through his phone. What drew her eye was his neon blond hair that was thrown into a messy bun as hair was strewn all over. It was long, one of the longest lengths of hair she'd ever seen, and she wondered what it would look like if it was down. He had square green glasses over his deep red eyes, and was oddly fashionable. He glanced up and locked eyes with her. Oh, no, had she been staring?! He grinned, waving while giving a hearty,

"Hey!" Fuyumi blinked in surprise. The voice did not match the figure: he was a twig. His voice would better fit a full forest. It was loud, carrying, and just BIG. She walked over and said cautiously,

"Can I help you?" His voice dropped to a normal volume, if a bit quieter than most would be, though his smile was still present as he put his phone away.

"Oh, Aizawa had patrol today, so I'm the watcher."

"Not even Shoto's teacher trusts that Dad is changing." She growled, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"No, he does." The stranger smiled. "If he didn't, there's no way he would drive Todoroki-kun here. You look frustrated. Want to talk about it?" She pulled away, suspicious.

"I don't know anything about you."

"Yeah, you do! You know Aizawa trusts me with his students." Fuyumi went to protest, but he was right. Aizawa didn't trust anyone for anything, so the fact he trusted this man with a student spoke volumes.

"…I feel like…I'm the only one trying to reconnect the family. Shoto doesn't react to anything, and Natsu barely stays more than 10 minutes! And then-then Natsu has the nerve to say I'm forgetting what he did! How could I forget what he did to my siblings?! My brothers…but he's trying to be different. Why can't they see that?" She felt a pat on her back, and saw a gentle smile. She continued. "And Natsu is just being a pain in general! I have to beg him for him to even try family dinners. I don't know what to do, because every time I try to explain why I want this, he scoffs and tells me off without telling me off, and it's so frustrating!" The man gave a hum of agreement.

"Telling someone off without telling them off is a dangerous gift."

"Right?! And Natsu has it down to an art! And Dad's trying so hard to do better and reconnect with us all, but Natsu just isn't trusting that his intentions are real, and Shoto doesn't express anything at all: even his voice is deadpan. I know that it's how he dealt with what Dad did in the past, but I wish he would show some kind of expression so I know what he's thinking. My quirk isn't mind reading! But I don't want to snap at them, so I keep smiling, which is just adding to the issue, and I…I'm stuck." Another back pat, and she collapsed onto the man. He tensed for the briefest second, then fully embraced her, softly rubbing her back in circles as she tried to stop her tears.

"Hey, it's okay. You're doing good. Natsu is still coming to dinners, and I can tell you Shoto is at least trying to express more at school. You're trying so hard, and you're doing well." She pulled away, rubbing her eyes dry. He was still smiling softly.

"S-sorry, I should have ask first."

"I like hugs! Now, what I can tell you is keeping all those feelings bottled up is not going to help. You're going to burst eventually, and that will not be pleasant for anyone. Get Natsu to sit down and have a conversation. Tell him what you told me." He tapped her skull. "You have the words in your head, you're just scared of how he'll respond. He'll understand once you explain."

"But how can I explain this?"

"Natsu will understand. Don't let him walk away while you're talking. Be angry. He needs to see how much you're hurting. And I know you didn't tell me everything: tell him. And after talking to him, go to Shoto. Or do Shoto first! Just talk to them." She sniffled, rubbing her eyes dry again. He hugged her. "This isn't going to be easy. But you're hurting them and yourself by keeping this bottled up."

"Y-you're really good at this." He laughed, and Fuyumi smiled. "I told you all this but I don't even know your name. Do you have siblings, or-?"

"No, I don't have siblings, just a really good friend. My name is-" Shoto came out, looking between Fuyumi and the man with a blank face but he seemed surprised.

"Sensei, why are you talking to Fuyumi?"

"We were just having a talk! I think your family dinner just ended, Fuyumi!" She laughed.

"I should have figured that it wouldn't last very long after I left. Thanks again for the advice, sir." Fuyumi started to walk away when she heard Shoto asked,

"What advice did you give her, Mic-sensei?" She stopped in her tracks, looking back at the man with quiet horror. Oh, no. That was a radio DJ. He would probably blab all of her family issues live! She just ruined everything! Mic smiled cheerfully, full volume that didn't match his body back.

"Oh, nothing really! We should get back to campus: Aizawa will be worried." Shoto didn't argue, and Fuyumi watched them drive away, feeling of dread still there. She listened to Put Your Hands Up Radio in fear, knowing that he would bring up their family at any point. Yet weeks passed, and the only thing he mentioned was, "No matter what your family looks like, be them friends or blood, they're there for you, listeners." After a month, she decided he wasn't going to share, and she felt intense relief. She called Natsu.

"Fuyumi, what's up?"

"Natsu, could we meet at the café in a few minutes? There's a lot I need to say to you."

"Sure, I'll be there in a bit." Fuyumi looked out her window towards UA, silently thanking the stranger who helped.