Bakugo followed Tobi to the door of his apartment. They had been training this morning with Kirishima and Deku. To be honest, the grown heroes were impressed with how strong the young boys quirk was becoming. They also admired his drive to become stronger. Tobi's excuse: to be strong for when his sister gets here.

Hallie was sitting on the couch, working on her laptop when the door opened. She was finalizing her selection for the foundation recipient this year, among other tasks. Her face lit up when Tobi ran over and gave her a tight hug.

"Did you have fun," she pet his head.

"Yeah, I learned a new trick," he sighed, "but I can only do it in the arena."

"Next time I'll come watch you," she ruffled his hair.

His blue eyes looked his mother over, "Are you feeling okay?"

She couldn't help but smile. He had such a big heart, "I'm fine, just tired."

Bakugo nudged his son, "Go shower." His red eyes watched his son scurry to his room before sitting next to Hallie, "He's getting quick."

"Good," she smiled and closed her computer, "He needs to be quick, if he chooses to follow your footsteps."

"How are you actually feeling," he leaned back and looked at her.

"I'm so uncomfortable it's insane," she reached out and ran her hands through his hair, "but you're here now so it's better."

He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, "It's crazy..."

"What is?"

"I would've never thought to be here, like this," he looked at her, "Before the war I just wanted to be number one." He relaxed once more, "Now I am number one, with my own agency...and a dad."

"A hot dad," Hallie teased, earning a glare. She chuckled, "Do you regret any of it?"

He shook his head, "No. The only thing I sometimes regret is not being there for you with Tobi...but," he paused, "maybe that was a good thing...I was a punk ass during that time."

Hallie reached out and took his hand, "Are they bothering you?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "I stretched them, but the cold air hurts."

She gently worked his tense muscles, "These are tools you need to take care of, love."

He blushed and looked away, "I know...it feels better when you do it." He furrowed his brows when he felt his phone go off, reading the name, "What?" He blinked, "I'll be right there."

Hallie tilted her head as he got up, "What's wrong?"

Bakugo grabbed his jacket, "Aizawa thought it'd be a good idea to tell Hawks about what happened with Mika and Sting..."

"Fuck..."

"He's currently busting through the jail," he kissed her head.

"Be safe," she sighed when he closed the door, "Dammit Aizawa..."

Hawks was on a mission: to rip that filth to literal shreds. They were lucky Lena was already dead. He had half a mind to dig her up. Anyone that tried to stop him, he immediately subdued them. Nothing lethal, just getting them out of his way.

Sting sat back in his cell, watching the winged hero coming for him. It was slightly intimidating, it would be even more so if the thick bars weren't between them.

Hawks was closing in when Bakugo casually stepped in front of the cell and sighed, "I really don't wanna do this today."

"Then move," he narrowed his golden eyes dangerously.

"Hawks you can't kill him," he looked at the hero.

"The hell I can't," he got inches from his face, "Move."

"Listen to me," Bakugo's voice was quiet, "killing him would be an easy way out...Mika wouldn't want you to get yourself put in here either. She needs you."

"If this was Hallie..."

"Our roles would be reversed in this moment," Bakugo carefully placed a hand on his shoulder, "I need you to cool off, and leave before you get in trouble."

Hawks and Bakugo stood for a long moment in silence. It was eerie how similar they really were when it came down to the grey line of their beliefs. He could see that the other man was just as bothered by the situation, his red eyes blazing. Hawks looked at a waiting Sting, "You better hope you rot in here..."

Bakugo let out a sigh of relief when Hawks turned and walked away. Sting chuckled and leaned on the bars. The explosive hero spun around and grabbed his shirt, yanking him to the metal, smirking when his face made hard contact, "Laugh again..."

Sting stumbled backwards and covered his busted nose, looking away quietly. The blonde scoffed, "That's what the fuck I thought."

"Don't take this the wrong way," Aizawa sat next to his cousin, "maybe you should go to therapy. Just to see if that helps you sleep at night."

Mika sighed, "I know...I just don't think I'd be able to open up to them."

Before Aizawa could respond, a flustered Hawks walked through the door without a word. Aizawa cleared his throat, "I should go." He ruffled Mika's hair, "I'll message you later."

Hawks took of his jacket quietly, Mika tilted her head, "What's eating at you?"

A long breath left him, "I just needed to cool off is all."

"Cool off?"

"Yeah," he sat down on the adjacent love seat.

"What has you so upset," Mika frowned and furrowed her brows.

"Mika...they told me what happened," his eyes flicked to her briefly, "With Lena and fuckhead."

Mika's entire demeanor changed as she shrunk back into the couch, "Why would they tell you that?"

"What do you mean why?"

She glared, "It's not their fucking business to talk about it."

"But it's mine," he glared back, "I need to know what I'm dealing with."

"What you're dealing with," she scoffed and stood leaving the room towards the shower, "What happened to me telling you things when I'm ready?"

He opened his mouth to snap back, but the door slammed behind her. His golden eyes closed as he took a deep breath, leaning back. She was right, he knew that, but, he also wanted to know things. He wanted to help her, and to do so, he needed to understand.

Mika wiped her eyes as she stood in the hot water, disassociating. She was removing her emotions as her mind wandered back to that night, making her feel disgusting all over again. Part of her felt betrayed. Why did they have to know everything? What did it matter? She was here, what else did they want? Her mind reeled as she tried to settle her anger.

Wrapping a towel around her form, she walked back through the door to see Hawks silently sitting, his eyes staring off at the floor, a blank expression on his features. She walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Don't go there."

He blinked, "I needed to for a minute."

"It's been an hour," she sighed and pet his head, "I'm sorry I got angry with you. I just felt like my privacy was violated."

"I know," he looked up at her, "I'm just trying to keep up...I have a disappear for a short time soon...I just wanna make sure you're okay before I do."

"Why do you have to disappear," she leaned on the couch and looked at him.

His cheeks flushed, "It'll be spring..."

"I don't follow."

"I just don't have the best...self control if that makes sense."

"Oh," she blinked when it hit her, "but why does that mean you have to leave?"

"Mika it's not just the act of it," he rubbed his temple, "It means a lot more. If I couldn't keep my head on straight, every spring, no matter where you were or what happens with us," he looked at her, "I would hunt you down."

Mika could tell he was uncomfortable with the conversation. She smiled slightly and stood, going to her closet, "It's okay. I understand."

She reached for a shirt when warm arms wrapped around her, pulling her against the form that wielded them, "Don't be upset with me."

She leaned back against him, "I'm not, I promise."