Izuku was exhausted, it had been 2 weeks since he met All Might and began training under his tutelage. He didn't care much about the birthday party his mother had set up for him and his brother, after all, it wasn't really about them. So, he had stayed out training on the beach until the very last minute, then began his trek home to get cleaned up before the party started. He walked down his street replaying the crazy events that led to All Might training him several times a week. It had been Izuku and Katsuki's first time ever been attacked by a villain, and while Izuku got to meet his role model, it seemed Katsuki had just gotten a viler temperament. Even though his brother was no longer physical towards him, every word he said to Izuku was full of venom. As if his musing had come to life, he could hear his brother's voice as he slunk into the front yard.

"Slaking off?" The voice was coming from the open garage. Izuku wasn't in the mood to deal with his brother's attitude. He turned to leave when he heard Hiromi apologize. He could handle being bullied by his brother, but he wouldn't tolerate him bullying Hiromi. Turning around again, he slunk over to the garage. The scene that he walked in on was confusing at best. He watched his brother get mad about a dress and pin their servant against a car.

Neither seemed to notice him watching from the sidelines. Gloom pressed in on Izuku from all sides. How could someone stand out in the open and not be seen. Izuku snapped back to reality when he heard Katsuki yell for their mother.

He was about to yell at Katsuki when the sparks started going off and Hiromi's dress lit on fire. The two quickly patted out the flames before Izuku had to interfere, which was good because now anger had him rooted in place. He had noticed his brother becoming more distant and often malicious toward their secret childhood friend, but he had never seen him be outright abusive to her. He had always looked up to his stronger sibling, but now he was finding himself feeling the same disappointment for him that he felt for his parents after seeing the depth of their callousness.

Izuku felt lost, before he could decide how to handle the situation his mother came storming into the garage. He ducked outside and listened in as his brother gave a flimsy excuse as to why Hiromi's dress was ruined.'So'he thought'Kacchandid allthat just to just to mock her and make her day worse.'

With nobody left to look up to in his own home, Izuku started the trek back to the beach. Training may help clear his mind. His mother would just have to forgive him for being a couple hours late to the party.

The Homestead Market was a quick walk and even quicker drive from their estate, so Katsuki couldn't come up with a reason why his mother and Hiromi would be gone so long. He wished they would hurry back. He wanted to apologize to Hiromi for going too far.

He paced his bedroom in frustration. Why was he so upset? He had seen Hiromi in short dresses before. They were becoming the norm as of late, but usually, they just annoyed him because he knew Hiromi was uncomfortable in them. Sure, this latest dress was the most ridiculous by far. They dressed her up like a Lolita doll covered in more ruffles and ribbons than a child's anime cartoon. Still, when she bowed down and Katsuki suddenly had a full view of her legs and panties, he couldn't deny how enraged he was.

Where was the anger coming from? At first, he thought it was anger at his mother for showing of the poor girl's body, but there was another emotion bubbling its way to the surface. Jealousy. As much as he wasn't ready to admit it, the thought of the adults looking at her body or worse, his brother, infuriated Katsuki. He had always been jealous that because of Izuku's laxed upbringing, he had more free time to spend with Hiromi, but this time, it felt more raw, more intense.

Maybe because something had changed in their dynamic lately. Ever since their shared encounter with the sludge villain, Izuku had been avoiding him as much as possible, which was good because Katsuki wanted nothing to do with him. Izuku was out every night and all day on the weekends doing who knows what, probably stalking some local hero to try and involve himself again. This meant that Katsuki had more alone time with their Homestead Servant.

He had trouble seeing her as a servant. She certainly didn't act like one when it was just the two of them. She was clever to never openly insult her master's but knew exactly when to give a wink or smirk at Katsuki to show she could never truly be owned. He loved that even after being a slave for 14 years, she refused to let her inner fire die. No matter if she was punished, overworked, or insulted, she stood tall and proud like a mountain in a blizzard. Nothing could take the shine and hope from her eyes. He respected the strength she showed, like the heroes he idolized. He often times wondered if he could keep his identity if their places were swapped.

With the two of them spending so much alone time together, he got to really see how adventurous she truly was. With the entrance exam for UA only a few months away, Katsuki was easily able to steal Hiromi away using his training as an excuse. His parents were so desperate for him to be a big shot hero someday they didn't fight him monopolizing her time.

They would take the train to the ends of their city of Musutafu where the forests were. There, they would spend the summer practicing together. Katsuki found an excellent sparring partner in Hiromi. She had no real power or skills to land any hits, but she would dance and twirl away from him with a pro level of agility. Years of her dance training, mixed with the strenuous activities of her household chores, made her harder to hit than any of his partners at his extracurricular hero training programs. They had played their game of keep away since childhood, but alone in the woods, the intensity was heightened. They moved together fluidly and often without words for hours. She would bravely get within inches of a blast, tap his cheek and dance away before he could connect. It was a rush for both of the teens.

Her Homestead outfits weren't meant for rigorous training sessions, so Katsuki would pack an old set of gym clothes that fit her well enough. His bulky muscular body was much larger than her tall, thin frame, causing the sweats to hang loosely around her curves. It was a sight that the young man couldn't help but notice, even while he tried to mask his stares.

One night, as they returned home, Katsuki noticed two older men ogling at Hiromi in her Homestead clothing. It was clear from lecherous stares what kinds of thoughts they were having. Katsuki was glad then they had not seen her in his gym clothes, but it also made him realize there was a version of her that had only been for his eyes. On the way out of the train, both men mysteriously found themselves with broken toes and Katsuki found himself wrestling with new feelings he hadn't had before.

Now, here he was again, wrestling with the same thoughts as that night. He had seen parts of HIromi that didn't feel right to share with anyone else. Maybe he didn't have the right to see her body either, but he couldn't stand by let his parents show off what little privacy Hiromi was afforded. He heard the roar of his mother's favorite car coming down the street and pushed the thoughts away. For now, he needed to apologize and make sure the new dress his mother picked out didn't show off as much skin as the last.

He rushed down the stairs and met his mother first as she came inside. "I expect you to not ruin this dress like you did the last, we had to go through so much to get it, and I'm simply exhausted."

"Yeah, sorry, I'll be more careful this time." Katsuki said, attempting to look genuinely apologetic.

His mother stared at him, too long for comfort. She looked suspicious. "Hmm" is all she said as she swept past him. Something was not right in the way he looked at him and he worried she knew more about what happened than she was letting on.

Katsuki was about to follow his mother to explain further, but the words stuck in his throat. Hiromi had walked through the door. Her long hair was up in intricate braids set flowing circles inlaid with golden ribbons. Her dress was a green kimono style gown, trimmed with same gold as her hair. Jewels were carefully woven into the patterns, which caught the light and gave the illusion of movement even when Hiromi's body was still. She looked like a painting of a princess, no, he thought, maybe even a goddess.

For all her beauty, Katsuki couldn't look away from her eyes. Once wide with pride and mischief, they looked almost dead now. A sadness had found its way onto her delicate features, a sadness that seemed so inescapable that it had knocked the wind out of the boy.

"Master Katsuki" she said, bowing and lowering her lifeless eyes to floor. She waited for him to respond before rising, something she only did if there were others watching them.

Katsuki wasn't sure what to say. He had practiced his apology before they came back, but the words left him. "Are you okay?" He felt silly asking, he had never seen anyone look that depressed in his life, but awkwardness was slowing settling between them and that was all he could think to ask.

Hiromi slowly rose back up, her voice robotically answered, "Yes Master, please excuse me, I must prepare for tonight".

Maybe it was his imagination, but it felt like she looked through him, refusing to make actual eye contact. She went to shuffle around him, but he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. Again, her eyes unfocused, staring into nothing rather than looking at him.

"Did my mother say something to you?" He asked.

"No Master."

That was it, no other words. Katsuki felt like if he let her go, he would be letting go forever, like something would break between them and he would never get it back.

In barely more than a whisper he uttered "Talk to me, please." He was unused to begging, it didn't come naturally to him, but dread was starting to build up in him.

Hiromi could hear the fear in his voice, and it hurt her. Of course he could tell she wasn't the same, he knew her better than anyone. But, she thought, what was there to know about her? She had no hobbies, barely had her own personality, not that she was even allowed to show it. She was little more than a blank slate, only the object the Midoriya's had purchased to serve and entertain them. Her biggest accomplishment was the level of disillusionment she had allowed herself in thinking she could be friends with her Masters.

She couldn't bring herself to tell Katsuki what happened, no matter how earnestly he asked. She had let her inner innocence die that day but would not drag him down with her. He was not her friend after all, he was her owner, a fact she wouldn't let herself forget ever again. Her mouth was dry, and the words tasted bitter on her tongue, but they needed to be said.

"It is not my place to talk to you." His grip loosened, just for a second and Hiromi pulled out of his grasp. She wouldn't look at his face, she didn't want to see any pain she was causing to one of the only people in the world she actually cared about. She wasn't the same girl she was before, just the broken leftovers, a darker version on his childhood friend. He would not know her, but this sadness had always been part of her waiting for the day she could lie to her no longer.

She had almost made it out of the foyer when Katsuki reached out one more time. This time he grabbed at the sleeve of her dress, accidentally pulling it down some revealing her neck. Hiromi grabbed the garment and pulled it back up, but the blood soaked bandaged had been revealed. Hiromi was flung into the wall almost violently. She didn't have to process what was happening before Katsuki pinned her with one arm and ripping on the gauze with the other.

She looked at his face for the first time and dared not speak. There was a rage she had never seen on him. Despite how Izuku spoke about him, she had always thought of Katsuki as a gentle soul, as he always been so kind to her and soft spoken. The man in front of her was a stranger. Eyes wide and wild, teeth bared, and jaw clenched. She was sure this version of Katsuki could kill with looks alone.

Through those clenched teeth he growled out "These are teeth marks". Hiromi couldn't decide if the words were meant as a statement or a question, but she did know they were not meant for her. He shook with anger and pushed her harder with each heaved breath. He stared at the bite on her neck for an impossibly long time before turning his gaze to her eyes. She looked at him then, and she knew true ferocity then. "Who?" was all he asked, and that one word was filled with so much venom she blurted out the answer before she could think of the consequences.

"K-Kato, Master Kato."

He let her go and she dropped a few inches to the floor, she hadn't even been aware he had lifted her off the ground. Who was this monster standing before her? Did Katsuki always have this side of him and she had missed it? Was he like this because of her? She had no time to ruminate on her thoughts though. Katsuki turned and stomped towards the front door. She was sure he would spill blood if he left, and she couldn't let him ruin his future because of her. She replaced the bandage on her neck and ran after him.

When Katsuki ripped the door open, a male Homestead slave fell back in surprise. His arm was raised up ready to knock on the door. He quickly bowed down to Katsuki and introduced his Mistress and Master behind him.

The bluster was stolen from Katsuki and Hiromi used the moment to quickly duck under his arms and in front of him. She bowed as low as the young man on the doorstep welcoming the guests to the estate. She led them inside carefully closing the door behind her.

"Master Katsuki, guests have started arriving, I must attend to them, will you be okay here on your own?" She asked hoping he was calm enough to stay in the house.

He did not answer her back, just walked back into the house. She couldn't read his expression, but she felt that he was looking at her with a new expression. Contempt.