It was Katsuki's and Izuku 17th birthday party, and their parents had spared no expense. In fact, they had used quite a bit of money they didn't have to flaunt their supposed wealth. The truth was that the last several years had not been as good to wallets as they would have liked to admit. Some of the family friends had started to notice they were not partaking in the rich lifestyle that they were previously known for, and so, an elaborate birthday party for show.

Luckily for the Midoriya's, one of the best status symbols to show off with was a homestead servant with a talent in entertainment, which they were in possession of. While the upper-class community had originally laughed at them for buying a child slave instead of a fully trained servant, they now found themselves green with envy. The child was becoming a woman, a beautiful one at that who was trained to dance as gracefully as a ballerina and had a decent voice to compliment it. Her small round eyebrows and sharp eyes matched her pitch-black hair but contrasted her pale skin. Her legs were long, shapely, and drew in the gaze of the older men who visited the estate, and so her dresses were kept short so the Midoriya's could further make their friends jealous. There had been many offers to buy Hiromi and despite their financial worries, she brought the family the status they craved, and so she was not for sale.

Perhaps the most useful talent the poor girl had was her quirk which had been fully fleshed out by the Homestead Registry Agency, for safety purposes. While Hiromi's quirk allowed her suck in energy from others to use for herself, in time they had discovered that the quirk worked both ways and she could push her energy into those she touched. So anytime someone in the household was tired or hurt, they had a convenient store of energy to help them heal or give them a second wind.

Inko Midoriya intended to show off her slave as often as possible and her boy's final childhood birthday party was an ideal setting. All of the mothers in her inner circle threw elaborate parties for their children that doubled as showcases for their newest acquisitions and riches. This was her time to shine as her long-term investment of an untrained house servant that she could barely afford at the time was finally paying dividends. At first, she was embarrassed by her purchase, then worried by it when it seemed her boys were a little too fond of the help, but after the broken arm incident years before, everything started to turn around. Hiromi worked 3 times as hard to serve the family, and the boys had distanced themselves from her almost completely unless they were using her properly as a servant. Hiromi had only a few short weeks left of her training, which was more a formality than actual training, as she had excelled in all of classes and had become a homestead slave that would have been worth a king's fortune had she been purchased later in life.

"HIROMI" Inko shrieked from the courtyard.

The girl came rushing outside "Yes Mistress" she said bending into a low bow where she stayed while she awaited her orders. Inko took stock of the girl standing in front of her. Her black dress was covered in frills and bows. Her husband said the dress looked like it was made for a child, and he wasn't completely wrong, but the saleswoman had sworn that they would not find a more decorated maid-style dress anywhere in the city. Inko had chosen it just for this night so that Hiromi would stand out, the girl was very careful about her keeping her clothes spotless while cleaning, so Inko wasn't worried about piling some last-minute chores on the girl before the party started.

"Rewash the cars, I want them to shine. The yard is fine, but the main hall and sitting areas inside, I don't know, make them look nicer. We only have another hour or so before guests begin to arrive, and I will not tolerate failure." Inko smiled smugly as her servant ran off with her head down. Oh, how good it felt to be in control of someone beneath you she thought to herself.

Hiromi made her way to the garage to check the shine on the cars. They sparkled in the sun, as she had just washed them a few hours prior. 'I'll just say I rewashed the cars, they wouldn't know either way' she muttered to herself.

"Slacking off?" A deep voice said from the doorway.

Hiromi gasped and whipped around to see who caught her misbehaving. Katsuki stood leaning in on the door frame with his arms crossed, an angry sneer plastered across his face.

Hiromi stared at the young man's face taking in the look without complaint. He seemed so different than his parent's, who could scowl at Hiromi and make her feel so small, whereas when Katsuki wore the same look, she felt the need to pinch his cheeks. She felt the same whenever she got the chance to see a cat, although in both cases she could only look and not touch.

A moment of silence passed between the two teenagers before Hiromi bowed deeply. "I apologize for my indiscretions Master Katsuki."

"Well," Katsuki closed the door behind him, closing them both into the garage. "I suppose I'll let you off the hook this once, but don't let it happen again." He said turning his sneer into a devilish smirk.

A small smile found its way onto Hiromi's face, but she stayed in her bow. "I apologize again Master Katsuki, you are more kind than I deserve."

Anyone listening in on the two would hear a normal interaction between a homestead servant and their owner, but the two had come up with their own way of speaking to each other after the incident years ago when Hiromi broke her arm. In front of others, they had to keep up the illusion that there were no friendly feelings between the two. In essence they had just greeted each other with some light teasing at their roles in the household.

Katsuki had intended to continue their coded conversation for a few more minutes while they were alone, but his attention was drawn the girl's dress. Hiromi's bow had caused the back of her dress to raise to high into air revealing her undergarments. "Stand up, put on a different dress; you've outgrown that one."

Hiromi rose a bit and arched an eyebrow. Katsuki's tone had changed, making her unsure if their game was still going on. "You know I have to wear this dress tonight, Mistress picked this out specifically last night. I cannot change without her permission."

Katsuki let out a growl, angry with her even though she was unsure what she had done wrong. He also was unsure exactly why he was angry with her

"I don't - " she started to say when Katsuki suddenly stormed towards slamming his hand onto the car next to Hiromi's head pinning her between the vehicle and his body. "Change" He demanded.

At first, she was frightened, Katsuki was never actually mad at her and the sudden change in demeanor had thrown her off. It hurt her to think that one of the only people on the planet that cared about her at all was suddenly upset with her.

He was breathing so hard that she couldn't focus on figuring out the cause of his outburst, every breath in he took cause his chest to swell and bump into her. They hadn't been this close to each other in years. The last time was when they were 12 and Katsuki had a fever. Hiromi was so concerned she checked on him constantly throughout the night and on one of her visits Katsuki had grabbed her arm and refused to let go until she crawled into his bed with him and let him rest against her. She had stayed with him until dawn when she was forced to sneak back into her own room. It had been one of the few times she got to physically be close to another person and she kept it as one of her most precious memories.

Now they were close again, but the feeling was very different. She was too aware of the feeling of his breath on her face. Too aware of how little space was between them. She couldn't meet his eyes and stared down at his other hand which was balled tightly into a fist. She could feel the heat coming off his body, he was always much warmer than those around him due to his quirk, but now he was so close that she was heating her body up as well. She needed to distract herself from the buzzing in her head "I can't change, Mistress will not allow it." she said hoping he would give her some space.

Katsuki hated how his parents used Hiromi's body lately to show off to their friends. It sickened him to see the older men practically drool on themselves when she was around. They had begun getting handsy with her lately. She would serve them tea and they would thank her and place a hand on her back or legs. With her dress being this short they were sure to take things too far and there was only so much Katsuki could stand before he broke one of their hands.

Hiromi was right though; she couldn't disobey his mother without severe punishment. Frustrated he stepped back from her, but she was looking down and wouldn't look at him for some reason. He would have his way however and concentrated on his fist causing sparks to start erupting. "Mother!" he shouted.

Hiromi looked at him terrified. A moment of guilt flitted through his mind, but he was angry, and didn't want to stop to explain. He grabbed onto the bottom hem of her dressed and caused a small explosion which lit the material on fire. The teens quickly patted out the small flames before they reached her skin. "Why are you doing this?!" Hiromi begged, her voice cracking and full of fear. This particular dress was expensive, and she would get in a load of trouble for destroying it. She could hear the clicking of her Mistress's heels coming closer and held in a sob. Katsuki backed away from her staring coldly at his work.

"Mother!" Katsuki yelled again right before the woman threw open the door to the garage. The woman gasped as she took in the scene in front of her. "What in the world have you done girl?!"

Katsuki stepped in front of the large woman as she stomped over to the cowering servant. "I was practicing trying to fly again and lost balance in the air, I tried to duck into the garage to crash land and almost hit the cars." He sighed dramatically for effect. "She threw herself in front of the car like an idiot and I think I burned her dress. I don't know who has a survival instinct so small that they value a car over their own body, but I guess you get what you pay for."

Inko looked back and forth between the two trying to decide if there was more to the story. Katsuki had been growing colder towards Hiromi in the last several years almost to the point of disdain, but the fact that the girl had grown so beautiful was a constant worry for the mother. She couldn't bear the thought of one of her boys falling for someone so beneath them.

Katsuki knew exactly how to play to his mother's concerns however and added "Listen, I'm sorry about the dress, you can take the money from my allowance, but if you ask me I did you a favor. That thing was 2 sizes too small, and she looked ridiculous, I suggest not letting her pick her own outfits again."

"Katsuki" his mother said, putting her hands on her hips "I picked out that dress, and it was very expensive, plus your party is about to start and now she'll have to change and won't have time to finish readying the house for guests"

"Whatever, it's not my fault, you wanted me to train today so I was. And all I did was burn up an ugly dress which is better than if I had burned up the car." Without waiting for his mother to respond he shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled out of the garage into the driveway and used to quirk to blast into the air.

Hiromi held the tatters of dress in her hands and stared at her Mistress eyes wide and at a loss for words. She dared not speak a word, not that she could think of word to say.

"I can't deal with this today. Everything has to be perfect." Inko stared at the ruined fabric for a moment. "Get my keys, we are going shopping."