The door to our change room slammed open. I froze, turning to see the girls in our class rushing in. Yaoyorozu sighed in relief, "oh good. We were trying to find you Satoshi. Aizawa said that all the girls must participate in the cheer battle. What size do you wear? I'm working on creating our uniforms."

I started to shake my head. "There's no way I'll participate." I closed my locker to hide my bento.

Uraraka frowned, "please! I bet you could make everyone so happy with your quirk." Right. Happy. I would probably scare them all.

Ashido jumped in front of me, grasping onto my hands. "Please Satoshi! It'll only be fun if we do this together." She pouted up at me and batted her lashes.

I sighed, letting my head drop. "Large top and medium bottoms." Everyone but Jiro clapped – she must not want to be doing this either. Yaoyorozu was quick to make the skimpy, bright orange, cheer outfits. A white stripe with a green UA across the bust. Present Mic started to call everyone back to the arena from the lunch break. We left the change room and headed down the hall to the open field. I held the yellow pom-poms in front of my exposed mid-drift. This was going to be unbearable.

"Hold up. Looks like class 1-A is going full-on fan service!" Present Mic boomed over the speakers.

Yaoyorozu lifted her arms and shouted at Mineta and Kaminari, "you're going to regret this!" I frowned. Of course, this was a pervert's plan. She fell to her knees, Uraraka comforting her. "Why is it that I always fall for that little pervert's stupid schemes. I even used my quirk to make these outfits."

"I hate those guys," Jiro threw down the pom-poms and crossed her arms under her chest.

Hagakure swung her set around, "we still have some time before the finals start and I do kind of like these uniforms so why don't we just roll with it?"

"Are you crazy," Jiro snapped at her as her face flushed.

"Wow Tohru," Tsu smiled at the two, "you've got skills."

"I'm sorry Satoshi," Yaoyorozu looked up at me front the ground. "I fell for it. Though, I am surprised that you stuck around instead of rushing off."

I bit my lip. "I'm not in my hero costume so I'm not able to use my quirk, and I would like to avoid using it in front of all these people." She groaned louder.

"Come on, let's all get in line." Uraraka patted her back before helping Yaoyorozu stand. We rejoined everyone on the dirt in front of Midnight. Everyone was excitedly discussing what the one on one competition would be this year.

"Welcome everyone! The top sixteen students will go head to head in a one on one fighting style competition," Present Mic boomed as the screens showcased an elimination bracket. It would be fine – I could forfeit the moment I was in the arena.

"Come closer and draw lots to see who you're up against." Midnight held up a yellow box with an opening on top just big enough for a hand. "Then enjoy the pleasure of the recreational games before we start. The sixteen finalists have the option of participating in the activities or sitting out to prepare for battle. I'm sure you all want to conserve your stamina. I'll start with the first-place team."

Ojiro shot his hand up. "Excuse me. Sorry, but I'm withdrawing. It just won't be right. I barely remember anything from the calvary battle." His voice lowered as the boys in our class surrounded him.

A short boy with blue hair stepped forward, "Uhm, Nirengeki Shoda from class 1-B. I think I should withdraw for the exact same reason. Regardless of how strong I am, this is not how I wanted to get here – it would go against the values of the festival to advance without earning my spot."

"This sort of talk is incredible naïve my boys. It turns me on!" Midnight cracked her whip. "Shoda, Ojiro – you're withdrawn! Now, let's see, we'll have to move up two students from the fifth place calvary team, so we have enough contenders." I moved to raise my hand as well but froze when my gaze caught Akari's. I slowly lowered my hand. Her glare stared through me as if she was ready to snap my neck in a second.

The girl with long orange hair spoke for her team, "we were frozen most of the time. Honestly, we barely did anything in the cavalry battle. Girls, you should choose from the group that kept fighting the whole time – team Tetsutetsu."

"Kendo!" The silver-haired boy looked at her in shock. Akari was on his team.

"I'm not doing this as a favour – it's just fair." Kendo shrugged.

"Thank you," he shouted. The team spoke for a moment before choosing who would stay while the rest of us drew our lots.

"Tetsutetsu and Satoshi will advance to the finals. Take a look at the bracket! These are your opponents," Midnight snapped her whip once more. The bracket illuminated the screens across the stadium. I scanned the bottom row until I found my name right next to Akari's. I pressed my tongue against the back of my teeth. Akari was mad at me, that was for sure. How it would affect her in the match was up for debate. Of course, she's been angry before. But she's never been angry at me. I stalked out of the arena back to the change rooms. I changed out of the orange monstrosity and back into my hero suit, spending the rest of my time in the changing cubical with my knees in my chest. The girls came and went within moments since they were excitedly discussing watching the games. A few of the boys entered for a few moments before leaving again. Not one noticed me. I heard the announcement for Kirishima against Tetsutetsu ending as a draw – we would be up next. I exited the cubical and opened my locker to put the case and the cheer outfit away. A small black card was tapped to the inside of the door. This was odd. I gently took it off the door, opening the plain black card. Inside, in white paint read 'good luck'. It was still wet. I pressed the tape against the door again, sticking it back up. It was probably Midoriya who stuck that inside – I would have to thank him later.

I exited the change room and started down the hall towards the entrance of the arena. Akari and I did tons of practise fights when her training time with Grandmother had finished. But, this time was different. That look she gave me earlier looked as if she was ready to kill me then and there. I felt hot. I stopped; Endeavor stood in the middle of the hallway. His flames licked at the walls. "So, the rumours were true."

"I guess they are." I frowned. Of course, that's what all of those watching were thinking. They did not care about what I could do myself – just who I was related to. Though, I was surprised that it had not exploded yet. Everyone would know soon enough.

"There's two of you, huh. Your sister has your mother's, Milky way's, quirk and you ended up with the villains. Do you really intend to turn such a criminal power into a heroic one?" He scoffed and crossed his thick arms. My eye twitched, how much muscle was on this brute?

"What's it matter it you? Our parents killed each other, and both of their kids are working hard to become heroes. What problem do you have with that?" I lifted my head to meet his burning gaze. "From where I stand – you should have nothing to worry about."

He crossed his arms. "My son is in your class. The class that was attacked by villains. I want to know how those villains knew that you would all be there to attack."

I let a smile creep across my face. The number two hero expected that I was working with those villains. "You're delusional. Now, if you'll excuse me – I have a match to get to." I broke down my body and reformed on the other side of him, swiftly exiting the hall and out into the bright light of the stadium as they called for the next match. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu had knocked each other unconscious and had to be taken out on stretchers.

I walked across the grass and up the small set of stairs to the concrete ring Cementoss had constructed. Akari and I stood across from each other in the arena. She was not smiling. Her entire demeanour had switched since her team had lost the cavalry battle. It was a little scary. We were both clad in our matching hero outfits. Her hands were placed strongly on her white-clad hips while mine hung loosely at my sides. Her eyes burrowed into me while I stared at the cement.

"Why are they wearing their hero outfits," Present Mic questioned over the loudspeaker without introducing us.

Aizawa sighed, "as you'll see with how their quirks work – their clothes are left behind. Their hero outfits are tailored for their quirk specifically, so it goes with them."

"What? So, you're saying if it weren't for those suits, they'd be fighting in their birthday suits?" Aizawa sighed before affirming him. "Well, that's a twist. We have Akari Satoshi from Class 1-B and Makoto Satoshi from Class 1-A – both from the hero course! They may be twins but they could not be more opposite than they come!"

Midnight lifted her whip. I raised my hand to forfeit. Akari broke herself down into particles of light and attacked me, forcing me to break myself down as well. "Fight?" Her hand fell as she looked across the empty ring. "How am I supposed to keep things fair if I can't see them?"

We reappeared on the far side of the ring, Akari on top of me, aiming a punch for my head. I dissipated my body from under her as she hit the cement. I reappeared on the other side, raising my hand to forfeit. Akari turned and rushed at me, "don't even try it!" She looked wild. She dissipated and I felt her fist collide with my stomach a second after. I broke down my body. I reappeared at her feet and pulled on her ankles. She fell forward, dissipating her body before her face could make contact with the cement. I dissipated mine as well. We kept that momentum up – reappearing and disappearing with each attack.

Midnight huffed, "it would be easier if they were naked! This is impossible!" We reappeared. Akari held my arm tightly, her dagger-like acrylic nails dug into my skin. She threw me down on the cement. I hit it hard, but dissipated my body, moving behind her. My arm reappeared and I attempted to shove her the ten feet out of the ring. She turned, grabbed onto my arm – forcing me to reappear - and threw a punch at my face. I heard my nose crack.

"That sounded like it hurt," Present Mic howled.

I grabbed onto her arm. "What the hell are you doing?" Her face remained the same; wild eyes and large sinister smile. You would think I wore her favourite shirt without asking. She moved her free arm back. I crashed my head against hers, dissipating as she held the top of her head in pain.

"Stop trying to dodge everything," Akari snapped, "fight me!" She broke her body down into light, mixing with my atoms. We solidified in the centre of the ring, her body swirling downward as she kicked me to the ground.

"I don't want to fight," I yelled into the cement. Her foot slammed into my face and I fell back onto the cement. I tasted blood streaming from my nose.

She leaned over the top of me; her feet wide on either side of my hips. "How do you expect to be a hero if you won't even fight your sister?" I leaned on my shoulder and swung my legs around, taking Akari out. I flipped us over, her back to the cement with my hands holding her down at the shoulders. The blood from my nose dripped into her hair. Akari sneered, breaking her body into light. Dozens of spears began to form around me in a half-sphere. The crowd gasped. No. If she used that move she'd tear the entire stadium apart. I quickly dissipated my body, twisting and expanding out into my nebula. I covered Akari's spears and shrank my nebula – trying to condense them. Their attack detonated. I was too weak to hold in the explosion. My body solidified. I saw the wall of the arena approaching. Then nothing.

[B&M]

My head was throbbing on the inside and out. I groaned. My entire body hurt. I strained to breathe.

"Koto!" It was my sister. Someone shushed her. "Sorry. I'm such an idiot – I am so sorry." Even her whispering felt like a knife to my head.

"You better be apologizing for months. You could have killed her with that move – Midnight and Cementoss too!" Recovery Girl scolded my sister. I hesitantly opened my eyes. Another bag of AB and nutrients hung above me. I could make out the top edge of a white bandage across the bridge of my nose. "If Makoto had not have stopped that stupid move of yours there'd be a lot more damage!"

"I'm sorry Koto," Akari cried, twirling a piece of bloodstained hair around her finger. Right, my blood. "But, that nose job that I gave you will give you some character."

"Sure," I sighed as I sat myself up. I took my phone from Akari and turned on the camera feature. I did not like my reflection. My nose and the tops of my cheeks below my eyes were bruised black and purple. A large plaster bandage sat over my nose. Pain radiated out from my nose with each breath.

Akari shrugged, tossing her hair behind her, "Recovery Girl can fix you up good as new anyway. Ruin that amazing nose job. Well, I've gotta run for my next match – see you at home!" She left the make-shift infirmary with a slam of the door.

"Your sister is a god-awful menace. Who in their right mind uses the same moves that killed their parents?" Recovery Girl fumed as she handed me an icepack for my face. "You're best to stay and rest. The impact from suppressing her attack and from when you hit the wall is going to make you feel very sore for the next while."

"Thank you," I gingerly placed the icepack over my nose.

Recovery Girl stood at the end of my bed as the speakers announced Midoriya against Todoroki. "Your sister. I would watch her a little more closely from here on out." She left the infirmary, muttering something about Midoriya and All Might. I did not catch it. I laid back down on the bed, finding a spot to rest my ice on my face.

[B&M]

I groaned again, slowly opening my eyes. It was dark in here thankfully. "Good – you're awake." A deep voice whispered beside me.

I tried to see them out of my periphery vision, but they must have been sitting down, "who is it?" He let out a groan and stood up, annoyed. It was Bakugo. "How did the rest of your matches go?" Why was he here?

He frowned, "I won, unfortunately." He looked past me. Bakugo had told everyone the moment the festival began that he would win. Now that he had, he did not look pleased with the result.

"Hey – what time is it?

"Four fifty."

"How long have you been here?"

"None of your business!"

I gave him a small smile. "Aren't your parents worried about you? You should be getting home."

"Naw. They're picking me up at five-thirty. Aren't your folks coming? Your sister was in here for all of ten minutes before she left."

"No – I'll be fine getting home myself."

"No, you're not. My folks won't have a problem driving you home." Bakugo shot me a glare. I sighed and nodded. "Didn't the hag heal your face?"

I looked up at the IV stand above the bed, both the bags had been removed with the needle in my forearm. I slowly sat up, rolling the covers to the side. "It's not that bad." I picked up my phone from the table and slipped it into a pocket on the outer leg of my suit. I let my legs hang over the side of the bed before slowly applying my weight. I repeated don't fall in my head as both feet touched the floor, took my weight, and I stood up right away from the bed. I took a step forward and my leg buckled. Bakugo caught me, one hand on my hip the other on my back.

"Are you always this much of a klutz?" I rubbed my face with my hands and shook my head. He huffed, taking his hand off my hip. We walked side by side, his hand still on the small of my back, to the changeroom for our class. No one spoke. His hand was large and warm, taking up most of my back. We stopped in front of the change room for 1-A. Bakugo stepped back, leaning against the wall to wait.

"Um, would you mind unzipping me?" I held onto my elbow and looked at the floor. This was awkward.

Bakugo grumbled as he pushed himself off the wall and took hold of my zipper, "why the hell can't you do it yourself? Don't you do it –" He pulled my zipper down to my coccyx. "How the fuck did this happen?"

I could not see what he was seeing, but I knew what had caused it. "It's from Akari's final move. I used my nebula to suppress it from injuring others. But, I'm not strong enough for that yet."

"Oh – the move you did that everyone started freaking out about," Bakugo mused as his hands explored my back. I could feel the painful bumps and scratches as his fingers moved over them.

I did not want to ask, but I had to know. "What are they saying?"

He scoffed, "just some shit about your parents killing themselves using that same move."

Everyone knew now. "Aren't you scared to be near me?"

"Why the hell would I be scared of you?" He leaned around me to stare at me with lowered eyes.

"B-but I'm the daughter of a villain with the same quirk," I pressed as his face remained unchanged. Did he really not care? Some of the teachers at my previous school had referred to me as the next villain of the century.

"Like I give a shit. As long as you stay out of my way from becoming the number one hero, I don't care who the hell your parents are." He rolled his head back and smiled with gritted teeth. "Go get changed!"

I felt a small smile creep onto my face, giving him a nod. I entered the change room and opened my locker. I painfully rolled my suit off my body. My limbs and torso were covered in large dark bruises and scrapes from Akari. Her acrylic nails had even dug into the skin on my forearm that they had broken through the suit and left small crescent-shaped cuts in me. Akari just wanted to win, right? She did not want to actually hurt me, right? I clipped my light pink bra in place before shrugging on my white button-up. I buttoned it from the bottom up, leaving an extra unbuttoned to help my breathing. I slowly worked the skirt up my legs – it hurt to bend – and buttoned it on my hips with my shirt tucked in. I sat on the bench and rolled on my socks, slipping my shoes on as well. I stood again, tying the red tie before trying to slip on my blazer. It was too constricting on my back and pained me, so I folded it in half and kept it to the side. I picked up my school bag, leaving the case in the locker as Aizawa had requested, and took the note from the inside of the door – putting it inside my bag. I folded my blazer over my arm and left the change room.

"Took you long enough," Bakugo huffed from beside the door. "Let's go." He pushed himself off the wall with his foot and continued down the main hall.

"O-okay," I said as I followed him. We walked in silence to the main entrance of UA, changing our shoes. I let my outdoor shoes drop to the ground and was able to slip out of my black Toms and into a pair of black and white sneakers. I held onto the wall of cubbies to bend down and pick up my shoes. But, Bakugo swept up my shoes and put them inside of my cubby for me. "Thanks."

He shrugged. We exited the building and waited just inside the school's gate. It was five minutes to five-thirty. "It's annoying calling both of you Satoshi."

I turned towards him. His gaze was fixated on the other side of the road. "You could call me Makoto – if you want."

"There's my old man," Bakugo said as he walked out of the gate and onto the sidewalk. A small light blue, four-door sedan pulled up beside him. "Hey – we're giving my friend a ride home." Bakugo adjusted his bag as he approached the driver side door. The window rolled down. A man with brown eyes, glasses, and spikey brown hair look at his son and then past him to me. I must have looked like a mess with the bruising and bandage on my face. Wait – he called me a friend. Was he just calling me that in front of his parents, or did he actually think of me as a friend?

The man smiled, "does she want to join us for dinner as well? After the matches you both had dinner might be a good idea."

Bakugo nodded, opening the rear door, "get in."

"Uh – I can't impose on you that much. I'm grateful for the ride as it is." I tried to decline.

"Shut the hell up and get in the car," Bakugo yelled. I bit my lip and slunk past him to sit in the small car. He slammed the door shut and got in on the other side of the vehicle. I buckled myself in, resting my bag on my lap. Bakugo shoved his in the empty space between us.

"It's Makoto – right? Feel free to call me Masaru." He pulled away from the curb.

"Nice to meet you," I bowed my head as far as I could. Everything still hurt.

"Oh, we have tomorrow off," Bakugo said, resting his feet on the back of the passenger seat. That was a relief. I would be able to spend most of tomorrow relaxing and healing my muscles – at least until I had to go to work.

"Oh," Masaru spoke as we headed down the mountain. "What are you going to do?" His son shrugged. The two fell silent as we drove through the side streets of Musutafu until we pulled up to a larger modern home. A dark brown gate surrounded the house with evenly spaced trees in front. The house itself was a light brown with green roofing and large hexagonal windows inside a square frame. I unbuckled myself as Masaru turned the car off. Bakugo quickly undid his own and kicked the door open. He stalked around the car and pulled my door open. Masaru eyed his son as he locked the car and headed around the front to the door. I got out of the car, shrugging my bag onto my shoulder as Bakugo closed the door. I walked a few steps behind him up to his door as his father opened it. We stepped inside, taking our shoes off in the entryway. I swallowed hard. This was the first time I have ever been over to a classmate's home. The first time I had been over to someone else's home in fact.

A blonde woman came stalking out of a doorway and towards us. She had to be his mom. "Congratulations on winning!" She caught Bakugo in a headlock the moment we had our shoes off. "But did you have to act like such a jerk on national television?"

"Shut it you old hag!" He struggled to get out of her grasp, "don't embarrass me."

"Oh – you must be Makoto, right? We saw your match as well. It was against your sister, Akari, right? Are you alright, all of the teachers were really worried?" She let go of her son and approached me. "Katsuki go set the table." She snapped back at him before smiling down at me again. She switched between emotions quickly.

"Do it yourself you old hag!" He shot back while walking into the kitchen. They reminded me of chihuahuas.

I gave her a smile, "I'm sore but I'll be okay. Akari managed to fracture my nose. Thankfully, it was just a small thing. My face looks worse than it is."

She gasped, touching my face in her hands and tilted my head as she examined me. "Is there not a recovery hero at that school? Will it heal alright?"

"It will be okay." I smiled as she gawked at my face.

"Tables done!" Bakugo stalked out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

"Go change into something decent," his mother snapped.

"I'm going!" Bakugo snapped back.

She smiled back at me and dropped her hands, "oh – my name's Mitsuki. Let's get some ice on that face." She led me into the back of their home to the kitchen. I stood in the doorway as she rifled through the freezer. "Masaru go get Katsuki. Dinner's ready." I moved to stand beside the doorway. He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck and left the kitchen.

"Thank you for having me for dinner," I said as she took out an icepack.

She smiled as she slid out a chair from the table, took me by the shoulders and sat me down. She placed the icepack in front of me. "Nonsense! You're welcome for dinner anytime. I hope you like spicy food though."

I picked up the icepack and placed it over my nose. "I do."

She beamed. "Now what is taking that boy so long?" She left me alone in the kitchen. I heard her stomping up the stairs to what must have been Bakugo's room. A door slammed open and the two began arguing. I bit my lip as I waited.

Masaru entered the kitchen first, sighing. "Would you care for some tea?"

"Sure, thank you." I bowed my head slightly. He smiled before turning back to the kettle. He poured the steaming water into two cups and placed one in front of me while he sat across from me.

"It's dinner time," Mitsuki roared as she pulled Katsuki into the kitchen by the back of his chequered shirt.

He snapped at her, "let go of me you old hag!"

"Is that any way to speak to your parent's in front of a guest?" She clapped back, forcing him down into the seat to my right. She quickly took the large pot off the stove and set it in the middle of the table. The plates already had two generous scoops of rice. She glared at her son, not breaking eye contact as she ladled out the mapo tofu onto our plates and topped them generously with green onion.

Masaru took a bite as the two kept their glare and sneers going. They looked like two dogs going after the same bone. "So, Makoto, what type of hero do you want to be?" Bakugo broke the glare he held with his Mother and shoved a spoonful into his mouth.

"Reconnaissance." I answered quickly, "I know people are scared of my quirk and I don't want to harm anyone with it."

Mitsuki frowned, tapping her chopsticks. "There were quite a few people that ran out of the stadium at the end of your match." My shoulders fell. I knew it, most people were terrified of me. "And, the news is being pretty vocal about everything too."

Masaru gave his wife an eye, "there's a lot of pressure on you kids. People put you into the mould of your parents. I think you and Todoroki have the worst in your class. But, I believe that you two will both make great heroes after all." He took a bite of his food.

"But I'll be the number one," Bakugo smirked as he went for another bite. Mitsuki stood up in her chair and hit over the top of the head.

"Show some respect!" She snapped, slapping him again.

"What was that for old hag?" He yelled. I slowly took a bite of the mapo tofu. It was spicy, but the heat was perfect. It was so good. I hurriedly ate another bite. Then another until the plate was gone. "What, are you starving or something?"

I became embarrassed and covered the lower half of my face with my hand. "It's so good. We never have anything like this at home."

Mitsuki stopped mid smack and stared at me with stars in her eyes, "would you like seconds?" I was allowed seconds? Before I could nod my head, she had already dished out another scoop of rice and more mapo tofu. "I can give your parents the recipe! I mean – wait, who do you live with?" She and her husband looked at each other awkwardly while Bakugo just kept eating, his eyes on me.

I gave them a smile. "My Grandmother." They two gave each other another look, Mitsuki bit her lip. "My Grandparents raised us. Grandfather passed away a few years ago though, so it's just been the three of us." I took a sip of the tea Masaru had made.

Everyone was quiet for a moment as they ate, that topic was too awkward for them. "So, do either of you two have an explosion quirk as well?" I was terrible at making conversation.

Bakugo grumbled while Mitsuki perked up. "My quirk is glycerine. It's the secret to my youthful appearance and perfect skin."

"I have acid sweat. Our quirks merged into Katsuki's explosion," Masaru eyed his son who glared back at him. The rest of the evening went on with the three conversings and occasionally pulling me into the conversation. They seemed more worried about accidentally mentioning the fact my parents were dead over the fact that I was the daughter of a villain. I thanked Masaru and Mitsuki for having me over and for the great dinner before she drove me home, Bakugo accompanying us.

"Feel free to drop me off at the end of the street – it's a bit of a drive," I said as I gave her directions. I lived about twenty minutes from the Bakugo household – but the street I lived on was so long and windy that it took five minutes to reach the front gate of my home.

She chuckled, "it's already so late – we'll drop you off in style!" We turned onto the long-cobbled road.

"What are you, rich or something," Bakugo asked as we drove by Iida's home and other large and extravagant buildings.

"Katsuki!" Mitsuki snapped, turning the steering wheel harshly.

Bakugo hit his door harshly. "What the hell! Watch where you're driving!"

"It'll be the next one," I interjected as Bakugo glared at the back of his mother's head.

Mitsuki pulled up to the long stone walk in front of my home. "Wow! Your Grandparents own a beautiful home." The large walk was lined with large flower bushes and ended at a large, traditional, wooden door. The home was a single-story, sprawling out across the lush grass.

"It's been in the family for generations," I frowned as I examined the building. Grandmother always kept the main candle lit, but none of the other lights were on. Either they were all asleep or they were deeper into the compound. "Thank you for the ride again. It's greatly appreciated."

"Any time," Mitsuki hollered, "Katsuki – you better bring her around more often!"

Bakugo glowered as he got out of the car and walked around to my side. I unbuckled my seatbelt as he flung the door open. I got out of the car and thanked him as he slammed it shut. He walked me up to the door with me. "Bakugo-"

"Bakugo's too formal," he said, coughing into his first.

"O-okay, Katsuki then?" I said, holding my elbow on my stoop. "Thank you for today."

Katsuki held out his hand. "Where's your phone?" I took it out of the pocket of my bag and handed it to him. He swiped through my phone for a moment before handing it back. I looked at my screen. He had added his number and texted himself.

I looked up at him, very confused, "why?"

"What the hell Makoto? Have you never had a friend before? You're acting like you've been under a rock your whole life," Katsuki gawked, shoving his hands far into her baggy pockets. My face grew hot and my jaw tightened. I turned my head to the ground quickly and tried to open the door. It was locked. "What – trying to run away from the question?"

I kept my back turned to him, my hand tight on the embedded wooden handle. "I thought Akari was my only friend. I never did have any other friends. Once our classmates found out about my quirk or who our parents were, we were ostracised. I've been invited to a birthday party – let alone someone else's home. I've never had someone else's phone number. I've never spent a day with anyone besides Akari." I blinked quickly, my eyes watering.

I felt a hand land on the top of my head. I looked up at his stoic face through my dark bangs. "Get used to it." I nodded, biting my quivering lip. He dropped his hand from my head and tried to open the door. "Did they seriously lock you out? What the fuck!"

I gently placed a hand on his forearm, "it's fine." He opened his mouth to protest, but I broke my body down and travelled through the door. I reformed on the other side. I unlocked the door, sliding it open just enough for my head and an arm to pop out. I gathered my clothes and pulled my bag inside. I looked up at Katsuki, his eyes were fixated on mine. "Thank you."

He turned around, hands deep in his pockets, "see you at school." I closed the door, smiling, and gathered my clothes and bag. I tucked them close to my chest and wandered through the large home naked. I exited the main building, crossed the cement walk, and entered the guest house.