A/N: Hello! This chapter is a bit of a long one. I had a lot of fun writing this. Lot's of cute Sora. Next chapter will have so much Sora. I'm really excited that I got so much to fit in here. This was almost a compilation of a lot of little moments. Please let me know what your favorite part is. Also… I will happily take some help when it comes to Days of Our Quirk story line. So, if you have some good soap opera cliché's I would love to know.

Chapter 21

Back at best Jeanist's headquarters, Bakugou, Sora, and Kirishima each gave a statement about what had happened. The paper took a while, and after an hour of questioning, Best Jeanist pulled open a directory.

Best Jeanist hummed. "Bakugou, I thought I had your parent's house number saved, but I don't. Would you call one of your parents to come get you?"

"Why the hell do I need to call home? Can't we just leave?" Bakugou growled at the professional hero.

"I can allow Kirishima here to leave on his own because he has his provisional license. You and this small girl are minors and require a guardian to pick you up. Or I must call the police to escort you to them," Best Jeanist explained.

"You got to be kidding me!" Bakugou yelled.

"I Assure you I'm not."

"If he has his license can he take us home?" Bakugou asked pointing to Kirishima.

"No," Best Jeanist states.

"Fine." Bakugou pulled out his phone and aggressively tapped at the screen. A few seconds passed before a pinging noise rang. "There! I texted the old hag. She will be here in twenty."

"Excellent." Best Jeanist turned to the small child. "What is your name, little one? I need to call for someone to come pick you up."

"Sora."

"Sora. Sora what?"

"I don't know."

Best Jeanist was startled. "You don't know your last name?"

Sora shook her head. "It's probably changing but Fumi didn't tell me to what yet."

"Fascinating. Who is this Fumi?" Best Jeanist took notes on a small pad of paper.

"He's my brother."

"Ah. Does he go to school with Bakugou? Is that where you met our ill-tempered friend."

"What did you say about me?" Bakugou yelled.

Sora giggled. "Bakugou is just Bakugou. He helped me find Fumi when I left home."

"I see. And what is Fumi doing right now?" Best Jeanist asked.

"He's at court with Hawks."

"Court?"

"Yeah. Fumi was trained by Hawks. Now Hawks might be taking care of us instead of Mom and Dad." Sora sighed sadly.

Kirishima didn't miss the sad look. "Oh man, don't be sad Sora. I'm sure everything will be fine."

"But what does that mean?" She asked. "Do I still have a mom and dad? Are they mad at me? I don't want them to be mad at me."

"Hey! What did we talk about?" Bakugou's voice was stern.

Sora looked up a Bakugou and sniffled. "Not to be sad?"

"Not to be sad at what?" Bakugou said.

"Not to be sad over stupid people's choices." Sora answered after a minute of contemplating.

"Your damn right!" Bakugou snapped. "If they are mad then that's their own damn fault. You're a kid! You've done nothing wrong."

"Okay." Sora started to wipe her nose with her sleeves.

"Don't get your shirt dirty! Use a tissue!" Bakugou grabbed a tissue from Best Jeanist's desk and placed it over the girl's beak.

As Bakugou bickered with the young girl and cleaning her face Best Jeanist's eyes smiled. He pulled out his own cell phone and began typing away.

Kirishima stepped closer to the denim hero. "What are you doing now, Best Jeanist?"

"When you are a high enough hero, it's important to have a personal directory of all the other top heroes. I'm texting Hawks To find out more information about Sora." Best Jeanist stared at the screen as an ellipsis appeared. "Oh, good he is typing."

"I didn't think about how good it would be to have everyone's number," Kirishima said.

A buzz came from Best Jeanist's phone. He looked down and nodded his head. "It appears that Hawks will be coming to get Sora."

Sora stopped what she was doing. "Does that mean I live with Hawks now?"

Best Jeanist stared at the child. "It seems that he is in charge of you."

"Oh." Sora looked disheartened. She walked over to her backpack and sat down. "Did he say anything about what happened?"

"I'm sure he will have something to say when he gets here," Best Jeanist reassured.

Sora didn't respond. Instead she pulled out her headphones, her MP3 player, and her coloring supplies. She sat on the ground and began to color. The tiniest beats from the metal music blasting from her head phones.

Bakugou placed his hands on his hips. "Now you've done it," he huffed.

"All I did was state the facts," Best Jeanist stated. "Although, I'm sure this little girl has been through a lot if Hawks is a better guardian for her."

"Yeah her folks were real shits," Bakugou mumbled.

"Language," Best Jeanist chastised.

"Tsc. This kid has heard worse." Bakugou stated.

Best Jeanist raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Really. What sort of things."

Bakugou explained Sora's plight to Best Jeanist to the best of his ability. Though he didn't know every detail, he explained everything he had seen and witnessed. Sora continued to color, oblivious to Bakugou's talk. When he was finished, the blonde sat down on the ground, picked up a crayon, and began to color with Sora

Kirishima's jaw dropped once Bakugou finished. "I didn't know it was that bad."

"This is indeed a disturbing case," Best Jeanist commented. "She does seem to trust you, Bakugou.

"That's cuz she's smart," Bakugou mumbled.

At that moment the door to the facility opened. In walked a tall, blonde woman, Mitsuki Bakugou. "All right, let's go Katsuki!" Mitsuki walked into the agency and paused. The first thing she saw was her son sitting on the ground, coloring with a small girl. "Katsuki! Did you hit your head?"

"Shut up!" Bakugou shouted.

His shout alerted Sora that someone was nearby. She looked up while removing her head phones. Her yellow eyes widened with fear when she saw the tall, angry woman. "Don't hurt me!" She dove behind Bakugou and began to quiver.

"God damn it! You're scaring Pipsqueak your old hag!" Bakugou shouted.

"I didn't know there would be a kid here!" Mitsuki shouted.

Best Jeanist's eyes widened. "I'm starting to understand more about her Bakugou's attitude comes from," he mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean!" Both Bakugou's shouted.

Kirishima laughed. "Hey Mrs. B!"

"Hi Kirishima," Mitsuki said sweetly.

"She's scary. Bakugou, make her go," Sora whimpered behind him.

"Tsc, I wish," Bakugou grumbled.

"What's that's supposed to mean, Katsuki?" Mitsuki snapped. Her face changed to a sweet smile and she crouched down. "I'm his mother, sweetie. Who are you?" She reached out a hand to Sora.

"No!" Sora hopped up and sprinted to the other side of the room. She dove into a shelf of fabric.

Mitsuki's expression fell. "What the-?"

"Pipsqueak doesn't trust women," Bakugou stated. "Especially not older ones."

"But she trusts you?" Mitsuki questioned.

Bakugou growled. He picked up the small girl's belonging and placed them in her backpack. "She's my mom, Pipsqueak. She won't hurt you."

"But she's scary," Sora argued, her voice muffled by fabric.

"She won't do anything to you. She doesn't drink and she won't touch you. She's a good mom. She's not like any of your folks." Bakugou stood up with the backpack flung over his shoulder.

"But she came in yelling at you," Sora said.

"Yeah, she came to get me. I didn't even need to call. I just sent her a text and she was here."

The room was silent as Sora thought on that statement. She crawled out of the fabric. "She won't touch me?" She asked.

"She won't," Bakugou reassured.

"I will not," Mitsuki said. She stood up and lifted her hands by her head and took a step back towards the door. "I'm just going to stand right here."

Sora cautiously walked towards Bakugou. The explosive teen took a few steps towards her. She latched onto his leg and looked around. Bakugou placed his hand on her head and stroked her long red feathers.

Mitsuki rested her hands on her hips. "I can't believe there is actually a kid that trusts you."

Best Jeanist chuckled. "I too am shocked by this."

"Bakugou's great with kids. Especially this one," Kirishima said.

Mitsuki laughed. "That's why I like you, Kirishima. You always see the best in Katsuki."

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. "Someone has to."

"What I don't understand is why the two of you brought a kid with you on your date?"

"Date!" Kirishima choked on his words. "It wasn't a date. I was helping Bakugou with a character reference!"

"You?" Best Jeanist asked shocked.

"Pipsqueak did all the work," Bakugou said.

"You brought her as a character reference?" Mitsuki said.

"No!" yelled Bakugou. "She didn't want to go with that fucking loser Mirio. She couldn't go to court, so I just told her come with us."

"Oh." Both adults shared a look.

"So, was that before the date?" Mitsuki asked with a teasing grin. Bakugou rolled his eyes while Kirishima began to sweat in panic.

At that moment the door to the agency opened, and Hawks walked in. "Oh man, this looks like a party."

"Hawks!" Sora sprinted to the winged hero.

"Hey Red! Best Jeanist said you had an eventful afternoon." He scooped the small girl up in his arms.

Sora wrapped her arms around his neck. "A scary guy was chasing after us."

"A scary guy?" Hawks asked.

"He is one of the villains from the League. He is super scarred. Had staples in his face, and has a fire quirk," Bakugou explained.

"But it wasn't really him. He was like a clone," Kirishima added.

Hawks' eyes widened. "Dabi," he thought. He squeezed the girl tightly. "That sounds scary."

"It was! And it ruined the date!" Sora said.

"Date?" Hawks questioned. He looked up and around the room. "Who's date? Best Jeanist and her," he said pointing to Mitsuki, "or those two?" He pointed to Kirishima and Bakugou.

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched with annoyance, and Kirishima's face turned as red as his hair as Sora nodded at them. "Bakugou and Kirishima," she said.

"Running from a villain isn't what makes date, kiddo," Hawks said, sensing the embarrassment from the two teens.

"Then what is a date?" Sora asked.

"A date is when you hang out with someone you really like," Bakugou mumbled.

Sora pondered the definition for a moment. "Kirishima really likes you," she said to Bakugou.

"Wha-" Kirishima couldn't even finish his expression. He was so red that he was lost for words as he watched Bakugou nod his head in agreement.

"Do you really like Kirishima?" Sora asked Bakugou.

"Tsc. Sure, whatever," Bakugou said looking away.

"So, it was a date?" Sora asked confused.

Hawks laughed. "Leave those two alone. You don't want to embarrass Bakugou in front of his mom."

"Hawks, do I have a mom still?" Sora's question was soft, but the whole room stilled when she asked it.

"What do you mean by that, Red?" Hawks asked, nervously pulling at his jacket's collar.

Sora pointed to Best Jeanist. "He made Bakugou call a parent to pick them up. Then he said you were coming to pick me up. Do I not have a mom now because I have you?"

Hawks sighed. He looked at the small girl in the eyes. "You get me, Red. Me and Fumi."

Sora paused for a moment. Her small hand fiddled with the arm of Hawks' jacket. "They didn't want us, did they?"

Hawks shook his head. "No, they didn't."

"Are they mad at me?" Sora asked, a small tear dripping out her eye.

Hawks quickly wiped the tear away from her face. "They are not mad at you. They are mad at themselves."

"Are they mad at Fumi?"

Hawks shook his head again. "They are not mad at either of you."

Sora pauses to think again. "Did they love us?"

Hawks opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say? His eyes wandered the group. Each staring at him for an answer.

"I don't know, Red," he finally admitted. Sora began to lower her chin, but the winged hero placed a hand under her beak. "I do know that I love you. Fumikage and Dark Shadow love you too. Hell, I'm pretty sure Bakugou loves you. The point is don't think about who doesn't love you. Focus on who does love you."

"I love you too, Hawks." Sora wrapped her arms around his neck. They held their hold for a long few moments. Sora motioned to be released and Hawks let her down.

Sora walked over to Bakugou. "Do you love me?" She asked.

Bakugou stared at her for a moment before kneeling and opening his arms. The girl jumped and wrapped herself around his neck. "Yeah."

"I love you too, Bakugou."

"Can we go?" Bakugou yelled holding Sora in his arms. "I'm tired of standing around. It's almost four o'clock!"

Sora gasped. "Quirks of Our Lives is on!"

"Sure. Great let's go. We have a reason to leave now." Bakugou started heading out the door.

"Mrs. B, could I catch a ride with you back to U.A.?" Kirishima asked.

"Of course," Mitsuki smiled. "Get in the car Katsuki!" She yelled at her son.

"I'm going!" Bakugou placed Sora down and left the agency.

"Thanks again, Best Jeanist," Kirishima said. The rest waved goodbye as they exited the agency.

Hawks, Sora, and Best Jeanist remained. Sora grabbed her back pack and made sure it was zipped up right.

"What a sweet child," Best Jeanist commented.

"Yeah, Red's pretty great," Hawks said.

"I hope you realize you need to slow down a bit. You're a parent now," Best Jeanist said to Hawks.

Hawks laughed. "I'll slow down, but not enough for you to catch me, BJ." He picked Sora up and headed out the door. "Thanks for looking after her!" Hawks sprinted out the door, spread his wings, and flew back to U.A.

It had taken a bit of priding from Shoji, but Fumikage was able to admit that he didn't want to return by six. He still needed more time away from everyone to process what had happened that day. It felt weird texting Hawks to ask if it was fun if he stayed out a bit longer, but the pro hero was quick to respond and told Fumikage to take all the time he needed.

The pair grabbed dinner and wandered around. Eventually the two sat down at a bench in the train station to return home.

"What are you most anxious about?" Shoji asked, squeezing the other's hand.

Dark Shadow stuck its head out of Fumikage's back. "It's Sora. He's usually worried about Sora."

"Fumikage?" Shoji nudged.

Fumikage sighed. "I know Hawks said he would talk to her, but I know she will talk to me."

"You don't have to tell her every detail," Shoji said.

"Wouldn't that be lying?" Fumikage asked.

"Withholding information is never a lie. Remember, she's seven. You are sixteen and you are struggling to process it all. Do you think she can completely understand?"

"I suppose you have a point."

"You can also start by finding out what she knows. She doesn't need to know everything. If Hawks did the basics, then let it be. You can always talk to me about every detail."

Fumikage squeezes Shoji's hand. "Thank you."

After a long train ride home the two students arrived back at the dorms. When they walked in, they were shocked at the sight that lay before them. Sora was sobbing on the couch between Kirishima and Bakugou. Kirishima was withholding tears himself. Bakugou was leaning against the arm of the couch. He frowned at the screen. A half-formatted text glowed on the screen of the phone in his hand.

"I can't believe Jem is dead," Sora sobbed out.

"It was such a gruesome death," Kirishima said.

"Kimi was pregnant with his baby too," Sora sniffled. "She never got to tell him."

"He would have been a shit dad," Bakugou commented.

"Dude! How could you say that? The guy just tied."

"He was a bad person. Bad things happen to bad people," said Bakugou.

"How was Jem a bad person?" Kirishima demanded.

Sora wiped her eyes. "He did kill that Taiwanese family last season."

"See? Someone who will kill a whole family won't be a good dad." Bakugou finished his test and scrolled through his screen.

"Awe, darn. Did I miss Jem's death?"

Fumikage and Shoji turned to see Hawks walking in with a few bags of takeout food. The hero smiled at the two male teens. "Hey Fumikage. Hey Shoji."

Sora whipped round on the couch. "Fumi! Jem died."

Fumikage nodded his head. Dark Shadow reached out to the girl and brought her to his host. Fumikage held her tight in his arms. "They have been foreshadowing that for a while."

Sora hugged her brother tightly. "I love you Fumi."

"I love you too, Sora," Fumikage said, a bit surprised.

Sora looked up into her brother's eyes. His red eyes glistened. "You are still sad that mom and dad don't want us."

"I am disheartened," Fumikage sighed.

Sora frowned. "There is more than them not wanting us, huh?"

Fumikage lowered his head. "I'd rather not say."

Sora placed her hands on her brother's face. "I was sad today too. Then Hawks said something good. We have to surround ourselves with people that love us. Is that why you were Shoji?"

Fumikage looked to the multi-limbed male beside him and smiled. "Shoji is certainly comforting."

"But is he loving?" She turned her head to Shoji. "I don't want Fumi to hurt anymore."

"I don't want Fumikage to hurt either," said Shoji.

"So, do you love Fumi?" Sora gave him the most serious look. "I know I love him, but do you?"

"Shoji's face flushed, but he didn't look away from the girl. "I do love him."

Sora smiled and hugged her brother tightly. "Good. Fumi needs more love."

Bakugou grunted. "Oh My God! Can we get back to this stupid shit? I wanna watch this chick die in a plane crash!"

"Uh, spoilers!" Hawks scolded.

"Wait, you've watched this already?" Bakugou said staring at the pro hero.

"Yeah. Red got me hooked on his like a month ago."

Bakugou's eye twitched. "There are like eight hundred episodes."

Hawks shrugged. "What can I say? Crooks aren't up at five in the morning." The group laughed. Fumikage and Shoji joined everyone on the couch. They all had to watch the plane crash in action.