Maybe she wasn't cut out for Hero work.
That's what Hitomi thought to herself as she laid in the grass, exhausted and panting. But she almost immediately shut that thought down.
Three years had passed since she obtained her Quirk. Three years of rigorous training from her parents.
"You want to be a Hero?" They'd ask. "Then work for it."
This would always be punctuated with an attack at the end.
Though, they did have their limits. If Hitomi was sick, or too sore from the previous day's training, they would take a break. And if Hitomi couldn't keep her form up after awhile, they would stop for the day. They wanted to help her achieve her goal, but were still careful about pushing her, not wanting to negatively affect the girl.
Early on, it became clear Hitomi needed two things to be able to properly transform. A full stomach, and at least eight hours of sleep. If she didn't have those two things, she could never hold her form for longer than fifteen minutes at the maximum, before she would fall unconscious for the rest of the day.
"Come on Hitomi, we're not finished yet."
The Akita-girl nodded, shakily standing up on all fours.
Riku grinned, him being the one in charge of training her for the day. "Good. Now let's work on your speed and accuracy."
Hitomi watched as an army of red ballons appeared, all floating several feet above her now six and a half foot height.
"Pop as many as you can." Riku told her, holding up a stopwatch. "You've got one minute."
Hitomi nodded, unable to answer him vocally.
As soon as the 'click' was heard, she was jumping up into the air, snapping at, and "popping" the balloons.
This form of training always felt odd to her. Her father's illusions had no mass, so anytime she touched one, it felt like nothing. So while it looked and sounded like she was popping balloons with her razor sharp teeth, to her it felt like biting air.
"Aaand... Time!"
Hitomi had managed to pop one last balloon before it was too late. Time running out before her paws even touched the ground.
"Forty-six. Better than last time." Riku praised.
Hitomi's tail involuntarily wagged.
"You guys done yet?"
The father and daughter turned, met with the sight of Nori, who was impatiently tapping his foot.
Riku grinned. "I think so, unless Tomi wants to keep it up?"
Her tail stilled.
The man chuckled, gesturing for the Akita-girl to go inside.
Nori stepped aside, letting his massive sister through the door. The thirteen year old sighed, walking further into their enormous backyard.
Riku raised a brow. "Planning to train?"
Nori gave a noncommittal grunt.
Riku smirked. "It wouldn't happen to be because you want to impress your teacher, would it?"
Nori froze, face turning a deep red.
Riku chuckled, still finding his son's crush to be highly humorous.
Not long after Hitomi started her training, Nori took a surprising interest in honing his own Quirk. Naomi and Riku were hit with an idea, and reached out to a friend of their's. A certain friend who happened to share a similar Quirk to Nori's.
To the couple's glee, she had readily agreed.
Now, every Sunday, Nori would be tutored by Nemuri Kayama. Also known as the R rated Hero, Midnight. Despite the title, the woman always kept herself strictly PG when in the presence of the Saito children, revealing herself to be great with kids over the many hours training Nori.
Inside the house, Hitomi carefully walked up the stairs, entering her room before changing back to her human form. After she was done putting back on her clothes, she raced downstairs, and darted into the kitchen.
"Can I go to Momo's now?!" Hitomi pleaded, energetically bouncing on her heels.
Naomi and Ayami shared an amused look over the dishes they were hand-washing.
"Did you finish training?"
"Yes!"
Naomi shrugged. "Well okay than. But we'll need to be back in a few hours to get the party ready."
While her daughter cheered, the woman grabbed her keys.
The party Naomi was referring to, was the annual Pro Hero get-together, hosted every December by the Saito family. It was a good chance for new and old Heroes to connect and swap stories, and there had even been a few deals between agencies stricken up years passed. It was an equal opportunity for Pros and up-and-comers alike, so it had grown to be a rather important fixture for the local Hero community.
...
Ever since the water incident, and Hitomi's discovery of her Quirk, Momo and the pinkette had grown inseparable.
After her revenge on the blue haired boy, everyone was too fearful of her to talk to Hitomi, let alone be friends with her. All except Momo. And with Momo's self-conscious attitude, nobody wanted to be friends with her, either. All except Hitomi. So in the end, the two were ignored by the majority of their classmates. All of those factors took the two's unlikely friendship, and made it as strong as steel. They were more like sisters than anything else now, really.
The friendship was definitely unlikely, the two being total opposites. Hitomi was loud, excitable, brash, and outgoing. Momo was poised, calm, intelligent, and self-conscious. The two were nothing alike, but they worked well with each other.
It was a good balance, and a great friendship, one that was sure to last a lifetime.
"What are you gonna wear?" Hitomi asked, head hanging upside-down over Momo's bed.
The ravenette hummed thoughtfully. "Well, I have plenty of dresses. I suppose we'll see what my mother picks later."
Hitomi righted herself, crossing her arms and resting her head on them. "Your mom's picking for you? Again?"
Momo nodded, focusing on practicing her Quirk. She was currently pulling a seemingly endless rope out of her left bicep.
"But I thought you wanted to pick your dress?"
Momo nodded again, reaching up and wiping the sweat accumulating on her brow. "I did, but Mother didn't like the one I picked."
Hitomi frowned, pushing herself up off of the bed. "Do you have it?"
Momo finally looked up. "Have what?"
"The dress." Hitomi said in an 'obviously' tone.
Momo paused pulling on the rope. "Uh—Yes, It's in my closet."
Hitomi nodded, immediately walking over and opening the door, entering her friend's walk-in closet.
"Ah, what are you doing?" Momo asked in concern.
Instead of answering her question, Hitomi stuck her head out of the door. "Point it out to me."
Momo hesitantly got to her feet, the last of the rope falling out of her arm. She walked in behind the pinkette, before taking a hanger off of the wall, and holding it out for her friend to see.
The dress was a plain sky blue, no glitter, sequence, and no unnecessary layers, either. And as she took a closer look, Hitomi spotted pockets. It was a miracle Missus Yaoyorozu even bought the dress.
The shorter girl's eyes were practically sparkling.
"I chose comfort over appearance." Momo said sheepishly, as if it were something to be embarrassed about.
Suddenly, Hitomi looked up into the slightly taller girl's eyes. A determined gleam shining within the sea of pink.
"You are wearing this dress." Hitomi sternly declared.
Momo sputtered, quickly putting a hand over her mouth to mask the unladylike reaction. "W-what? Why?"
"Because it looks comfortable and will be adorable on you." The pinkette said with a straight face.
Momo flushed, looking down at the dress in her hands.
"My mother won't—"
"Missus Yaoyorozu can suck an egg!" Hitomi shouted fearlessly, arms pumping up into the air, getting a scandalized look from Momo.
"Wear the dress that you want to! You look pretty in everything!" The girl continued heatedly.
Momo's eyes softened, suddenly understanding why her friend was so adamant on this.
Something that had changed in Hitomi with the emergence of her Quirk, was a sudden and ferocious appetite. Now, to keep up with her body's new metabolism, she had to eat, a lot.
And while the training helped, the change in her diet had left Hitomi... a little plump. Not to mention, ever since she transformed for the first time, she had slowly been becoming stronger. Dense muscle packed on steel-like bones, on her legs especially. Despite all of this, the girl wasn't over-weight by any means, but she was definitely bigger than Momo herself. And as a result, often couldn't wear things the ravenette could fit into.
Hitomi had at first handled it as she normally would. Her confidence unwavering. But, after overhearing so many whispers, and seeing so many contemptuous smirks from the petite girls in their class, the pinkette slowly but surely lost her confidence in her physical appearance.
Momo hated it. What kind of children make fun of each other's weight? The ravenette found it deplorable, both of the children, and the parents, who had undoubtedly instilled the behavior into the kids from the power of example.
The combination of not wanting to upset her friend, and wanting to decide something for herself, had Momo gripping the dress tightly. She stormed out of her closet, then her room, leaving Hitomi stunned and confused.
Not two minutes later, Momo came back. Face flushed, she set the dress down on her bed.
"I told my mother that I was going to wear this dress. Not the one that she decided." Momo explained, still catching her breath from sprinting back up to her room.
Hitomi beamed. "That's great! What'd she say?"
Momo paused. "Uh, she said "go to your room"."
The girls were silent, until Hitomi began giggling hysterically.
"I-it's not funny! I think I'm in trouble." Momo lamented.
Hitomi reined in her giggling, pointing at Momo dramatically. "Good! It's not normal for a kid to be as professional as you!"
Momo sagged. "...No offense, but as someone who gets in a slew of trouble regularly, I don't think I should take your advice."
Hitomi gasped dramatically, pretending to be hurt by her words. "But anyway," She dropped the act. "You're still wearing that dress."
Momo sighed in exasperation, but couldn't convincingly hide her smile.
...
Hitomi always hated these things, especially because they were always hosted at their own house. And she knew Nori felt the same way.
"Hey, you think you can use your Quirk and then bite my head off. I think that might be more fun." Nori whined.
Hitomi grimaced. "Ew."
"Alright, fine. How about you step on and crush me instead?"
Hitomi pondered this for a second.
"That's enough you two." Naomi warned, finishing putting Hitomi's hair in a bun.
The woman stepped back, checking her work.
The older pinkette was dressed in an expensive black gown. Her own hair done up in a fancier version of her daughter's. And she used the advantage of the floor-length dress to wear flats instead of heels.
"Well don't they look dapper!" Riku cheerily exclaimed as he walked into the room. He was dressed in a simple tuxedo with a gold silk bowtie.
Nori was wearing basically a smaller version of his father's tux, with his dreadlocks pulled back and out of his face in a ponytail.
Hitomi was wearing a lilac dress, customized to have a small hole to let her tail out. Her hair was done in a simple and small bun at the base of her head, as well as her bangs being held back with a lilac headband.
Naomi gave them all one last once over, before nodding in approval.
"I think we're ready."
Nori raised his hand. "My mental stability isn't ready."
Naomi ignored her son, walking out to confirm Ayami was ready too. If she was, then it was time to start.
By the time it was dark, the Saito household was holding more people than they had ever entertained before, the recent boost in Heroes making it actually feel crowded for once. Leaving the hosts with their hands full trying to keep up enough pleasantries and small talk for everyone.
Luckily for Nori and Hitomi, they didn't have to deal with any of the adults, as all of the Heroes that came who had kids, had been encouraged (read: threatened) to bring them.
Hitomi easily found Momo, grinning like a maniac when she saw the ravenette wearing her chosen dress.
Nori on the other hand, found and gained the attention of two of the older Todoroki siblings. Hitomi was surprised they were even there, as it was usually only the youngest Todoroki brought to these things.
Hitomi stayed away from them, though. She always got a bad feeling from Enji Todoroki.
Well, that was her plan. It didn't last long.
The pinkette was humming along to the paino music Ayami was playing. In her hands she held two cupcakes meant for Momo and herself, but while she was walking back to her friend, she spotted something.
She immediately identified him as a Todoroki, due to his mix of snow white, and maroon hair. But what made her stop, was the painful looking bruise marring his cheek, as if he had recently been struck, and definitely not lightly. Not just that, but there was a sort of deadened look in his eyes.
Hitomi's brows furrowed in concern, and she found herself moving towards the lone boy.
She walked up behind him without his notice.
"These things aren't very fun, are they?"
He flinched, spinning around and looking at her warily.
Hitomi ignored the standoffish feeling coming from him, and instead offered a large smile.
"I'm Hitomi Saito!" She declared proudly, transferring the second cupcake to her left hand before holding her right one out for him to shake. "It's nice to meet you…?"
The boy blinked, staring at her like she was insane.
"Shouto Todoroki." The boy monotonously replied, reluctantly shaking her hand.
Hitomi beamed, having feared she wouldn't get a response.
"Why aren't you over by your siblings?" She inquired, tipping her head over to where Nori could be seen having a contest on who could drink the most punch the fastest with a boy with a head of pure white hair.
Shouto's eyes narrowed. "Why do you care?"
Hitomi frowned softly. "'Cause you look lonely."
Shouto froze, once again staring at her strangely. But still found himself talking to her.
"I wanted to be alone." He said lowly, and part of him even believed what he was saying.
Hitomi looked at him skeptically. "You don't sound very convincing." She stated bluntly.
Shouto blinked, wrong-footed, before glowering at her. "It's the truth."
Hitomi gave him a shrug, relenting. "If you say so. But, if at some point you wanna not be alone, you can come find me!"
With that, she put her cupcake in his hands, turning on her heel and marching away.
Shouto watched her as she weaved between the mass of costumed bodies, disappearing and leaving him to wonder why on her earth she had bothered to come and talk to him in the first place.
Suddenly, a flickering shadow fell over him from behind.
"Do you know who that was?"
Shouto clenched his teeth, glaring down to the floor.
"That was Silver Shifter and Golden Geist's daughter. I hear she has a promising Quirk." Enji Todoroki continued.
Shouto stiffened, a sick feeling coming over him at what his father was implying.
"...I think I'm going to go find our hosts."
The heat on Shouto's back disappeared. And as he stared down at the cupcake in his hands, he mentally apologized to the pinkette for whatever was about to happen.
...
"You pig!"
The enraged shout was accentuated by a sharp slap ringing out.
Hitomi and Momo immediately looked up, recognizing the voice to be Naomi.
The entire room fell silent, as everyone turned to look at what was happening.
Riku was now holding his wife back, though he himself looked ready to lash out. Naomi panted, clutching her burned palm to her chest. Standing in front of the couple, stood the fuming Endeavor.
"Leave. Now." Naomi growled, sounding like a threatened lioness.
The second place Hero glared at the two, a red mark blooming across his left cheek.
After a few tense seconds, Endeavor turned, fire billowing behind him. Everyone in his way, parted to let him pass. All the Todoroki children followed after him without a word.
As he passed her, Hitomi gave a hesitant wave to Shouto. He ignored her. Studiously staring at the floor.
When the doors slammed shut behind them, everyone simultaneously looked back at their hosts.
Riku gave a sheepish grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I think that was enough excitement for one night. Don't you think?"
Naomi chose to glare at them all instead.
The guests got the message, and began filing out of the house.
Hitomi and Nori got pats on the heads by many leaving. And when the unjustly feared Hero, Gang Orca, gently tussled her hair on his way out, Hitomi's eyes were sparkling.
Nemuri gave a hug to both children. Leaving Hitomi beaming, and Nori a blushing mess.
In the background, a tall man wearing mostly black stopped and shared a few hushed words with Naomi and Riku. His perpetually tired eyes swam with concern. And after the situation was quietly explained to him, his gaze flickered to Hitomi, anger now mixed with the previous worry.
Momo and Hitomi hugged and reluctantly said goodbye. And the pinkette was amused to hear that Momo was still in trouble over putting her foot down about the dress.
Ayami approached the family after everyone was finally gone, all of them staring at the mess around them. For a party of Heroes, the place was typically left in varying states of disarray every time. Though, it was likely caused by Naomi's overzealous recipe for the "grown-up punch" that she prepared every year, always forgetting its effect on the guests until after it was too late.
"We never really remember the fact that we have to clean this up, huh?"
Naomi exhaled through her nose harshly. "We're never doing it here again."
She got murmurs of agreement.
...
Naomi was sweeping the floor, Riku was picking up the loose garbage, Ayami was cleaning the spilled food and drinks, and Nori was tiredly munching on the leftover hors d'oeuvres. As for Hitomi, she was passed out on top of a table. They weren't entirely sure how she fell asleep there.
Nori yawned loudly, jaw popping and eyes watering from the force of it. "Are we done yet?"
Naomi gave him an unamused look. "And you're asking because?"
Nori raised his head off the table. "Oh yeah, good point. G'night."
The older pinkette rolled her eyes fondly, and as Nori stood, she held up a hand.
"Hold it."
Nori groaned. He should have known there was a catch.
"Take your sister to her room." Naomi nodded to the miniature pinkette.
As Nori moved to do as instructed, he slowly paused.
"Hey Mama?"
"Hmm?"
"Why'd you slap Endeavor?"
Naomi and Riku both stiffened, sharing quick looks.
Nori narrowed his eyes at their behavior. "What did he do?"
Naomi couldn't help smile at the defensive tone in her son's voice. "Nothing you need to worry about. I think we made ourselves quite clear."
"Clear about what?"
Naomi looked over at Riku, silently asking him what they should say.
The brunette thought on it, before setting down the half full trash bag and turning to his son.
"Have they taught you about Quirk marriages in school?" Riku asked tensely.
Nori slowly nodded, not sure where that question came from.
Riku crossed his arms. "Endeavor, well, he had a Quirk marriage."
"...Okay, but what does that have to do with—"
"He suggested his son Shouto and Hitomi get betrothed." Naomi cut her son off, glaring intently at the floor.
Nori paled, knowing full-well what that word meant, then flushed in anger.
"That's how your mother felt." Riku said at the look on his son's face.
"When we told that bastard no, he implied it would be in Hitomi's best interest. As if she's ever going to have trouble with finding boys, ha!" She scoffed angrily. "She's precious and adorable and—" Naomi hissed, fists tightening on the broom.
"A-ah, Honey—"
Snap
Naomi blinked, looking down at her polar bear hands, and the broken broom in them.
"Ayami!"
"Yeah?" The white haired woman shouted from the kitchen.
"I broke another broom!"
"Naomi!" Ayami's voice shouted in reprimand.
Riku ran a hand through his hair in fond exasperation. "Anyway, I don't think we'll be seeing any of the Todoroki family again anytime soon."
Nori nodded in agreement, not wanting his sister anywhere near them after tonight.
...
"Happy birthday!"
Hitomi made a sort of squawking noise, rolling away from the origin of the shout, and tangling herself up into her blankets as a result.
Momo giggled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
The night before, the two had had a sleep-over. As they always did the day before one of their birthdays, the tradition holding strong now for years.
A muffled voice came from the pillow Hitomi had smashed her face into.
"Pardon?" Momo leaned closer.
Hitomi turned her head slightly, glaring at Momo with one eye. "What time is it?"
Momo smiled sheepishly. "...Six in the morning."
Hitomi groaned.
"B-but look at it this way, you didn't have to train yesterday, so you're not exhausted!"
Hitomi continued to glare at her friend. But relented only a few moments later.
The day was March twentieth. Hitomi was officially eight years old.
The two girls sleepily walked down to the kitchen, and were immediately greeted enthusiastically by everyone.
"Happy birthday!" Was shouted by Riki, Naomi, Nori, and Ayami in unison.
Now that Hitomi was officially flustered from the attention, the girls sat at the table. Two plates of Belgian waffles sliding in front of them.
"Thanks Ayami." Hitomi yawned out.
The nanny smiled and shook her head. "This wasn't me, it was Nori."
Hitomi and Momo blinked, turning to look at said boy in shock.
Nori buried his head in his arms, flustered quite easily for a fifteen year old. "...Told you not to tell her."
Hitomi grinned, not wasting anymore time, and started digging in. Her heart swelled with pride. They were really good.
"Hitomi, we have to tell you something." Naomi started tensely.
Hitomi paused her eating, fork halfway to her mouth. Momo stopped as well.
"Riku and I, we have to go to an agency today."
Hitomi's furrowed brow softened. "Oh, that's okay."
The two parents blinked.
"Really? You're not upset we'll miss your birthday?" Riku asked, sounding somewhat stung.
Hitomi shrugged. "You're Heroes. Saving people comes first."
The two looked at their daughter in silence, before both of them broke out into matching smiles.
Riku checked his watch, before nudging his wife's shoulder. "The train leaves in twenty."
Ayami's brows pinched together, as she raised a mug to her mouth. "Train? What agency are you going to?"
"The Genius Office." Riku casually said.
Her eyes widened dramatically, she then proceeded to choke on her tea. "Y-you're working with Best Jeanist today?!"
"Who's Best Jeanist?" Nori asked without any serious investment in the answer, not familiar with the name.
"He's a Pro who's recently made it big, getting pretty popular with the female demographic." Riku explained, wagging his eyebrows at Ayami teasingly.
She flushed and ducked her head.
Naomi shrugged, calmly sipping her coffee. "They asked for our help, we said yes."
Riku sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "But we didn't realize they meant they wanted help today."
While the two Heroes seemed forthcoming about everything, there was something they weren't telling the table's occupants. Helping the Genius Office was only one facet of the day's events, though it was arguably the one they were looking forward to more, even though the second job was exceedingly more important.
After the family and Momo finished eating, Naomi and Riku hugged their children goodbye, as was the usual ritual before they left for work.
Naomi smoothed down Hitomi's bed-head, rubbing her ears for a second before pulling her into a hug. "We'll be back before it gets dark. Love you." The older pinkette softly told her daughter.
Hitomi hugged her mother tighter. "Love you, too."
Riku and Naomi switched kids, and Riku was now swinging Hitomi around in his arms. The girl giggled, halfheartedly fighting.
"We'll miss you sooo much!"
"You'll only be gone a day, Papa."
"That's far too long!"
The girl giggled again, squeezing her father tightly.
"Love you."
Riku stopped swinging her, simply holding her to his chest.
"Love you, Tomi."
Over their children's shoulders, the husband and wife shared a tense look.
They had a very bad feeling about today.
...
"This is stupid." Hitomi whined.
Momo looked up from her own work-sheet. "And why is that?"
Hitomi rested her chin on her fist, scowling at the offensive paper on her desk. "I'm gonna be a Hero. I don't need to learn all this."
Momo looked at the pinkette strangely. "You know, to get into UA, you have to take tests."
"Yeah, and that's why I've been training, Mo."
"I mean written tests. As in, what's on your work-sheet."
Hitomi blinked, slowly looking down at her homework again. A look of betrayal emerging, the longer she stared at it.
The bell rang, making the girl jump and wince, hands coming up to cover her sensitive ears. All their classmates packed up their things, rushing out the door. Momo sighed at the terrified look on Hitomi's face.
"You didn't fill out a single question, did you?"
Hitomi groaned.
Outside, the girls spotted both Momo's driver, and Ayami.
A quick side-hug was shared.
"See you tomorrow."
"Bye. Happy birthday, again."
Hitomi hopped into the back of Ayami's car, sharing a smile with Nori, who had been picked up first for once.
The drive was silent, save for Ayami's strange mix of pop, anime openings, and classical music playing.
When they reached the house, Nori and Hitomi were met with a symphony of smells. The pinkette immediately recognized them to be her favorite meal and dessert. Steak and potatoes, with strawberry cake. Food she fell in love with ever since having it when visiting some of Naomi's extended family in America.
Hitomi smiled, but despite her best efforts, it came out weak.
She thought she would be fine without her parents there, but she was only a child after all. And found herself saddened by their absence.
...
She came too slowly. Softly roused by the pitter-patter of rain against her window. Another crack of thunder boomed, proving to be the thing that woke her up in the first place.
Hitomi's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked owlishly to try and get them to adjust to the dark. Sitting up, she kicked her legs off of her bed, slowly standing and trudging out of her room and through the massive house.
As she walked into their large kitchen, her intensions of getting a glass of water were stalled.
11:56 pm.
She blinked, staring at the microwave clock, wondering if it was wrong.
She shook her head, ears flopping around as she tried ignoring the pit that was forming in her stomach.
Her sock clad feet made almost no sound as she wandered into their entertainment room. Quietly, she picked up the television remote, turning on the TV and immediately lowered the volume to avoid waking Ayami or Nori. Her fingers punched in the numbers for the local news channel Naomi and Riku always watched.
A flash of bright colors, and fast movements caused her to blink rapidly, trying to get a handle on what was being covered.
Because she was still slightly dazed from sleep, only a small part of her, somewhere deep in her subconscious, was aware of why she was doing this. Why she felt the need to check the news.
Why it felt like something was missing.
Slowly, the fast movements and muffled rants became clearer, and she started taking it in.
"...found outside...are unsure who..."
Hitomi's brows scrunched together, as she cocked her head to the side.
"...Heroes helping investigate...sincere condolences..."
She didn't understand, not until the next words were spoken.
"The bodies found have since been confirmed to be the Pro Heroes Silver Shifter and Golden Geist."
The remote slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor noisily. But Hitomi didn't register it, ears ringing as all the color drained from her face.
Her mouth filled with blood, and she would later realize it was because she had bitten viciously into her tongue.
"Hitomi? What are you doing up?"
Behind the frozen pinkette, Ayami slowly approached. Having heard the remote hit the floor, she had rushed down to investigate.
As Hitomi remained still, back facing the woman, Ayami looked up at the television, hoping to see what was causing her charge's behavior.
As her red eyes roved over the scroll at the bottom of the screen, she turned nearly as white as her hair.
Breaking news: Pro Heroes Silver Shifter and Golden Geist found dead in an alleyway nearby to "The Genius Office", agency belonging to Pro Hero "Best Jeanist"—
A loud chime echoed from the antique clock in the corner, breaking Ayami out of her shock.
She numbly looked over, stiffening as she saw the time.
12:00 am.
That meant...
Riku and Naomi Saito, were killed on March twentieth.
On their daughter's birthday.