Having received word that his special order had finally been delivered, Hisashi was quick to suggest a trip to the Kiyashi Ward mall to his dear family. Amusingly enough, Tenko was the one who proved the most reluctant to come along. Still, considering his past and current fame as a Pro Hero, as well as the young Shimura's general disinterest in social matters, Hisashi could rather understand his feelings on the matter. Of course, considering how excited his little Izuku had proven to be at the prospect, Tenko had still ended up agreeing eventually.

And so, the four of them made their way into the mall, Hisashi took the chance to inform his little Bombalurina that he had something for her.

~MHA~

After Dad and Bambaa-chan had left to pick up whatever it was that Dad had gotten for her, Izuku found himself alone with Tenko-nii. Tenko-nii, who'd wrapped himself in a slightly oversized black hoodie in an obvious effort to keep any of his fans from finding out where he was. Izuku found it kind of funny, but he also found himself wondering if this kind of thing would start happening to him, once he'd started becoming famous as a Pro Hero. Under whatever kind of name he ended up choosing…

"Zu-chan, I thought you said you were going to keep those fangirls off my back," Tenko-nii chided him, smacking him lightly on the head with the manga he'd been reading.

"Right, Tenko-nii," he said, chuckling softly as Tenko-nii adjusted his position in front of the shelf where he was browsing. "I will."

"I'll hold you to that, Zu-chan," Tenko-nii playfully grumbled. "I swear I can hear them squeeing from all the way over here."

"Don't worry, Tenko-nii," he said, voice wobbling with suppressed laughter that he was sure that Tenko-nii could hear perfectly well. "I'll protect you."

"I'll hold you to that too, Zu-chan," Tenko-nii responded, swatting him lightly upside the head with what felt like the same manga he'd been using before.

~MHA~

Once the both of them had finished looking at books, though he'd kind of expected Izuku to want to stay longer considering how thoroughly obsessed he was with all things related to Heroes, Quirks, and everything, he and Izuku made their way out to the food court. Following the scent of cinnamon buns, Tenko chuckled as he saw the crowds already gathered around the shop. Turning to look over at Izuku, he found his little brother grinning back at him.

"Looks like you're stuck here, Tenko-nii," his little brother said, grinning down at him as he stood up. "Don't worry, I won't lead them back to you."

"I'm definitely going to hold you to that, Zu-chan," he said, grinning as he pulled up his hood, making sure that no one would be able to spot him where he was sitting.

Izuku laughed, waving back to him as he made his way into the shop, Tenko settling back on the bench as he watched Izuku make his way through the crowds of people. Sure, his little brother was semi-famous, considering Uncle Sashi's governmental position, but as a Pro Hero he was basically walking fangirl bait. It was more than a little annoying, but as long as he kept his hood up and stayed out of sight, he'd probably be all right.

As long as no one else did something stupid, at least.

~MHA~

Watching Papa as he made his way to the large bookstore that Bombalurina had found herself more than a little tempted to spend a handful of hours – at the very least – browsing the various shelves, she forced herself to keep up with Papa's long-legged stride.

"I suppose this answers the question of if you'd like me to bring you back here or not," Papa said, chuckling softly as he brought her in for a quick, gentle hug. "At the moment, however, there's still the matter of your gift to sort out, my dear."

Purring softly, Bombalurina hugged Papa back. /Ah, right; the mysterious, belated birthday present. You know, if I actually knew what it was, I'd probably be more excited./

"My dear, that would be entirely beside the point," Papa said, and the pair of them shared a laugh; or as close as she could get to a laugh, anyway.

Watching as one of the workers handed Papa a large, rectangular package – one that seemed more than a little familiar to her, from back before the Fire; thoughts that would have been a lot happier if she could somehow avoid remembering where they all ultimately led – Bombalurina saw Papa's wide smile as he turned to look back at her, and found herself wishing all over again that she could have smiled back.

But her face didn't work like that, so she purred.

"Now, do you think you can wait until we get home to open your gift, or would you prefer to open it in the car?" Papa asked, and Bombalurina had the feeling that he was the one who was actually the most eager to watch her open it.

Pretty fitting, really, since he was the one who actually knew what it even was.

~MHA~

When he and Izuku had found a nice, secluded table to eat their cinnamon buns, Tenko turned to his little brother as he sat down in the chair next to him, smiling slightly.

"You remembered the two frostings, right Zu-chan?" he asked, smiling slightly.

"Yes, Tenko-nii, I remembered your two frosting cups," his little brother said, grinning in a slightly amused, slightly chiding fashion.

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around," he said, reaching out to ruffle his little brother's hair.

Once he'd scooped out the two frosting containers onto the top of his cinnamon bun, Tenko waited for Izuku to use his fire breathing Quirk to melt the frosting so that it dripped down the sides of his bun, then once Izuku had finished melting his own single container of extra frosting, the pair of them started eating. As he savored the slightly spicy sweetness filling his mouth, Tenko continued people-watching; while he did enjoy spending time with his family, and there were times when he could enjoy spending time outside the walls of Sensei's estate, one thing he absolutely hated was being mobbed.

And, as a Pro Hero, that was always something he had to keep an eye out for.

~MHA~

As he and Bombalurina made their way back to the parking lot, Hisashi found that he was far from the only one who suspected that there was something untoward going on. Closing ranks with his sweet daughter, even as he activated his Panoception Quirk and she began determinedly searching for… whatever it was that seemed to be coming with those fantastically flexible ears of hers, Hisashi guided the pair of them to walk faster. For a moment, even as he immersed himself in the nigh-overwhelming rush of perceptual data that Panoception granted him, Hisashi had a brief thought to ask Izuku if he could make a copy of Bombalurina's Quirk for his own use.

Before he could consider that rather interesting idea for anything more than a handful of seconds, Hisashi found himself forced away from Bombalurina by what felt like someone who possessed some kind of full-body enhancement Quirk. Narrowing his eyes as he heard his sweet daughter's scream – a terrible, pained sound, combining a cat's yowl and the shriek of the young girl Bombalurina truly was – Hisashi focused on his daughter as she crouched on the ground. The sight of blood, welling up from four, large slashes that had been carved into her back, prompted Hisashi to yank her sharply away from the man – it looked male, but the distended, hypertrophied musculature and the blank, rolling eyes suggested it was something other than human, at this point in time – attacking her.

Holding Telekinesis and an enhancement Quirk together allowed him to deflect the next charge, and while he was leaping out of the way with the aid of a subtle speed Quirk, Hisashi reached telekinetically for his phone so that he could call for aid; after all, Councilman Midoriya was only known to have a powerful telekinesis Quirk to the public at large.

~MHA~

He and Tenko-nii had settled down together on a planter to people-watch, though that kind of thing was really more something he was interested in; Tenko-nii was always more interested in avoiding people whenever he could, so Izuku was always thankful when Tenko-nii would come out somewhere public with him.

"Oh, Deku, hi!"

"Ochako-san!" he exclaimed, suddenly aware of the nice girl standing in front of him, and the way Tenko-nii was looking at him from under the hood he was wearing; his big brother was smirking at him, Izuku just knew it. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Well, sometimes I like to go window-shopping," Ochako-san said, a shy look on her face as the pair of them continued taking; well, it was there for a few moments, before turning into an expression of surprise. "Oh, wow!"

The sight of Tenko-nii pulling his hood off made it plain why she was looking like that, of course.

"Hey," Tenko-nii said, leaning back on the planter they were sitting on, and when Izuku looked over he could see the self-amused smile spreading across his older brother's face. "Nice to meet you, Ochako-chan," Tenko-nii continued, and Izuku narrowed his eyes as he heard the way his older brother leaned into the honorific. "Now, about your relationship with my little brother-"

Cutting Tenko-nii off by picking his older brother up and throwing him over his left shoulder, Izuku apologized to Ochako-san and used his Blink Quirk to get far enough out of the area that she couldn't hear Tenko-nii starting to laugh.

"Well, so much for not having anything to hide, Zu-chan," Tenko-nii said, grinning as he slithered down from Izuku's back, landing neatly on his feet.

Before either of them could say one more word, or even do anything else, the sound of an alert coming through on both their phones pulled Izuku up short. Looking at the text that he'd been sent, Izuku stiffened in surprise.

"We've been cleared for provisional Quirk use," he muttered, feeling himself tensing involuntarily as he realized what that meant.

Ever since the Rosaru Massacre, Dad's reforms to Quirk-restrictions had become a bit more palatable to the public in general; not all of them, since there were still more than a few people who didn't see the benefit of people being able to use their Quirks outside of the Pro Hero system even when an emergency did come up, but enough that Dad had been able to reform the laws enough to allow for emergency Quirk use. Strictly under extraordinary circumstances, of course, which was all the more reason to worry that such an alert had come up now.

~MHA~

The sight of Toshinori, leaping down from the roof of a nearby shop to bury Bombalurina's attacker – a man who looked to have a rather odd combination of feline traits and hypertrophied muscles – in the concrete of the courtyard beneath them brought at least some peace to Hisashi's mind. Very little, considering the way that Bombalurina's temperature was climbing, and the fact that his Analysis Quirk was informing him of just how dangerously close to a fever she was coming.

Only just keeping himself from stalking through the crowds that were beginning to gather in the wake of Toshinori's battle with the creature attacking them, Hisashi searched the thronging crowds for someone who would actually be of some use to him. He knew that the alerts would have gone out just as soon as one of the mall security officers had called in about the battle, and so anyone with a useful Quirk would be able to assist him without running into the kind of patently idiotic restrictions that Quirks had been placed under in Japan.

At least, in those areas where the presence where the Meta Liberation Front did not hold an acknowledged majority; though they, naturally, had their own biases and blind-spots.

Holding his unconscious daughter's wound closed and keeping pressure on it with his telekinesis, Hisashi found his gaze almost naturally drawn to a woman with bright, almost acid green hair, even before she began pressing her way through the crowd in his direction.

"Councilman Midoriya," the woman said, as the pair of them made their way through the last of the crowds – Hisashi was tempted to blast more than a few of them aside, not only for the way they kept crowding him, but for the way they were inadvertently keeping him from getting his daughter the aid she so clearly needed – but he held himself back, for the sake of his family and their peaceful lives, if nothing else.

"You received the alert, I take it," he said.

"Yes," she said, nodding as she made her way over to him. "My name is Kagero Hakase."

"Ah, your Quirk is Anti-Venom," he said, recognizing the name from the National Quirk Registry that he had access to as a matter of course. "Good; I think my daughter was poisoned," he said, making himself sound uncertain, in spite of the fact that his Analysis Quirk had determined that such was indeed the case.

"Right," she said, nodding as he allowed Bombalurina's blood to flow once more.

Watching in mild interest as the woman's tongue elongated and reshaped itself into what seemed to be some kind of insectile proboscis, Hisashi pulled up a minor vision-enhancement Quirk so that he could more easily observe how the Quirk of the woman working to save his daughter actually functioned. It seemed that she needed to take a sample of whatever toxin she was attempting to cure, given the way he could see her using the proboscis that had once been her tongue to siphon up the blood welling up in the bottommost of the four deep, oozing wounds on Bombalurina's back.

Wrapping his telekinesis around his daughter's back once Hakase-san had finished her work there, holding her wounds closed in lieu of using the healing abilities that he couldn't display publicly at this point, he allowed Hakase-san to take Bombalurina's face in her hands, watching as Hakase-san opened Bombalurina's mouth, and then her own mouth, and then Hakase-san secreted some kind of milky fluid into his daughter's mouth. He'd been wondering, ever since he'd discovered the way the public in general reacted to Hakase-san and her Quirk, why she'd been unable to gain meaningful employment.

The many and varied advantages of such a Quirk aside, the method of its use would inevitably put more than a few people off, naturally.

Once Hakase-san had assured him that the last of the toxin had been eliminated from Bombalurina's body, Hisashi called up his Analysis Quirk once more. Narrowing his eyes as he assessed the damage that had already been done, he found that his daughter's fever was still climbing. Grinding his teeth, even as he quickly sent off a text to Daruma Ujiko with the information that he'd gathered, and a request to be picked up as soon as possible, Hisashi hissed out a long, furious breath.

The familiar, unpleasant sensation of warping fluid expanding in his mouth and throat prompted Hisashi to hold tighter to Bombalurina, allowing the feel of her body resting in his arms to calm him down.

"Sir, I received your message," Ujiko said, making his way over to the row of tanks that were meant to be used for the long-term treatment of patients in just the kind of precarious conditions that Bombalurina had found herself in.

"I'm glad to hear it, Ujiko," he muttered, carrying his daughter over to one of the tanks that Ujiko was preparing for their use, greeting the doctor's grandson in passing as he cradled Bombalurina's struggling, sickened form in his arms.

Holding his daughter as Ujiko worked a feeding tube into her throat and snapped the attached breathing mask over her face, he removed the last of her clothes as Ujiko affixed the last of the medical monitors. Laying her down on the bottom of the tank, he stepped back as Ujiko snapped it shut and began to fill it with the fluid that would be needed to stabilize her temperature so that she would be able to recover from the fever that had somehow been caused when that creature had attacked her.

"It seems that creature you described to be was equipped with not only some kind of toxin, but also a metabolic destabilizer of some sort," Ujiko reported, eyes narrowing behind the tinted lenses of his goggle-like glasses. "There's too little of the toxin left for me to determine what it was meant to do, but if you hadn't been so quick to call, your kitten would have suffered severe brain-damage."

"Given how her fever was spiking, I'm hardly surprised," he said, narrowing his eyes as the seething, helpless fury of seeing one of the few people he cared about in this world in such a vulnerable position burned slowly through him.

He'd need to find out everything about that creature, up to and including just where it had come from, before he could begin making proper plans to deal with the faction that had created it; he might have been willing to tolerate a bit of latitude from those he cared about, but this was still his world. He was the shepherd that had guided superhuman society into its present form, and he wasn't about to allow anyone else to disrupt the comfortable lives he'd built for his loved ones.

No matter who they happened to be.