While the teachers and police rounded up the criminals, the three of them were taken to see Recovery Girl. Despite her reassurance that she was not injured, Katsumi's dad insisted that she come with them, obviously shaken by seeing his daughter's arms practically soaked in blood. It wasn't like Katsumi didn't want to stay with them either, so she awkwardly trailed behind them as they were taken off on stretchers.

During the entire ride in the ambulance, Katsumi was bombarded with questions from Izuku: where she had been, what had happened, whether she had to fight anyone. Katsumi didn't feel like talking, which her dad thankfully noticed, reminding Izuku that everyone was worn out and that they should discuss it later.

Well now this 'League of Villians' crap was out there, no doubt it would be on the news. That man hadn't been present, though she supposed she expected that, he couldn't let her father know he was alive just yet. It seemed he was building Tomura up from the shadows, and revealing himself would let them know just how dangerous of a threat the League really is. A gun masquerading itself as a child toy, all it needed was a couple of good bullets and it would be deadly… They'd taken a shot with the Nomu but one bullet wasn't enough, not yet at least.

Speaking of that thing, Katsumi's blood ran cold just thinking about it. He had been successful, she had assumed that once she had escaped they'd given up on engineering a creature to kill her father. She had assumed wrong. Even though the Nomu didn't succeed, it showed that they were close, and who knows what other monsters they had floating in tanks in a warehouse somewhere? At the very least Katsumi could be grateful today it wasn't a Nomu with her face ordered to mindlessly kill her father, she had escaped that fate.

And then there was Tomura… fuck. She had almost tried to not think about him too much before this, keeping him as a guiltless victim in her mind. But as she sat quietly listening to Izuku as he recalled what he had gone through during the attack, as she heard about how her old friend had tried to kill Tsu… How he had injured Aizawa-Sensei… and he really was trying to kill her dad…

When she had seen him, the way he spoke, so consumed with an untargeted hatred and loathing… Convincing him to give himself up seemed impossible, but she owed him to try.

"The situation being what it was, I suppose I can't scold you both this time."

Recovery Girl was a short elderly woman who wore a neat grey bun atop her head. She had ordered Toshinori and Izuku into the bed before she gave them both a comical smooch, how her quirk worked Katsumi was told.

"You, young lady, don't seem hurt at all, just very bloody." She had noted as she examined the blonde teen's arms, blood now crusted to her skin.

"Yeah," Katsumi smiled awkwardly as the short woman turned over her arms, her grip uncharacteristically strong, "I used my quirk to heal myself."

"Very good, that's a very useful skill. Suppose I won't be seeing you in here quite as much as your freckled friend over there!" She smiled, "Go in the other room and take a shower dear, all that blood must feel quite gross. I'll bring you a PE outfit to wear. There's towels in there don't you worry."

She did feel disgusting, and even after she scrubbed the dried dark blood off her skin she was still feeling dirty. The feeling had seeped deep into her skin, corrupting her bones and entering her very DNA, or maybe that's where it was all truly stemming from. Standing under the warm water, head pressed on the cold white wall, she tried to relax. It wasn't working.

She should probably rinse out her costume, she thought as she stood up straight. As she did, holding it up to the water and scrubbing it with her fingernails, she frowned down at it. She really hadn't liked being in that around villains, so exposed. The hole in the middle of the chest had made her feel almost whorish now she thought about it. Memories of the looks and comments she had gotten throughout her life because of her clothing and her natural body made her wince, it did affect her after all, even if she didn't want to admit it.

She kinda needed her arms and legs as free as possible, but the cut-out really was unnecessary. Could she get that covered? There was a costume department at the school that could probably cover it easily, yeah she'd do that when she got the chance. Maybe have the back cover more too. As soon as possible.

"I can't be sure yet. But I think I shortened my time limit again with that fight. I'm hoping I can at least still hold the form for an hour."

Katsumi had her head down, staring at the bed she had perched on after getting changed. An hour. Just an hour. Her hair was still damp, and it was making her feel a little cold, she pulled on the towel around her neck.

"I'm so sorry," Izuku looked down guiltily. Katsumi felt her stomach twist.

"Well, it's no use worrying. These things happen," her dad sighed before turning to Katsumi. "By the way, your mother called me. It seems news about the attacks has already broken out. Give her a call later, will you?"

Katsumi groaned, "Fine. Later."

Just then the door began to open revealing a tall clean-shaven man with dark short hair wearing a long coat. He smiled absent-mindedly.

"Excuse me," he bowed slightly as he entered, shutting the door behind him. "Hi, All Might. Been a while."

"What the hell?" Her dad laughed, "I didn't know that you were investigating."

"Whoa, All Might!" Izuku sat up, looking between the two men, "It's okay he's seeing you like this?"

"Oh, yeah, it's fine. This guy's all right. Naomasa Tsukauchi, my best friend on the police force. He's legit, I trust him."

"That's quite an introduction," Tsukauchi chuckled. "Sorry to cut to the chase, but we could really use any information you might have."

She hadn't even thought about a police investigation, how? Why on earth didn't she think of that? Obviously, obviously, there would be one! Her mind raced as she tried to think of what crimes she'd committed, she hadn't given over information, only known about an incoming attack… what law was that breaking?

"Hold on," Toshinori interrupted, sitting up. "Before all that. Tell me all the students are okay. And Aizawa- er, Eraser Head, And Thirteen."

"Not counting this boy, the only student injuries were scrapes. And both of the teachers are in stable condition right now. You can relax."

Whatever crime she committed didn't matter as long as she didn't get caught, she looked over this nice detective, he seemed too young to be in charge of an investigation, but maybe that was just his shaven face and rounded eyes giving him an air of youthfulness that made him seem less experienced than he was. A worrying thought came to Katsumi. She had quite an expressive face, sure her classmates and even those close to her could misinterpret her expressions but a trained professional? He might just see her for what she truly is simply from her face, reading the guilt from her expression as if it were a letter of confession.

"That's good to hear," A small smile graced her father's face as he let out a breath.

"If you heroes hadn't risked your lives, the students would never have made it. You three saved that entire class of kids today.

"You're not seein' the whole picture, Tsukauchi," Toshinori shook his head. "Those students also risked their lives. They fought as hard as us. I don't think there's ever been a group of first‐years who experienced a real fight like this."

"That's not a good thing…" Katsumi mumbled, bringing her legs up to her chest, staying quiet was unlike her, and she needed to seem normal.

The detective turned to her though she didn't look up at him, "True, it's concerning that this attack even occurred, I'm sure UA will be increasing its security drastically in the coming days."

"Oh." Toshinori blinked, "Tsukauchi, I haven't introduced you, this is my daughter, Katsumi."

"Haha, I could have guessed," he smiled, "you have the same eyes."

Her dad smiled at that before his face became sombre, "Actually Tsukauchi, you know the villain's goal was to kill me right, well they knew about Katsumi too. That wouldn't be too surprising except for the fact there are no public records of our relation."

The detective nodded, "I'll keep it in mind, is it possible they tailed you when you were out and saw you two together?"

"Doubt it, I'm always in this form when out," her father paused for a moment, "unless they know about my weakened form."

Katsumi wasn't actually sure if they did- actually, he must at least if they were following her all this time…

"Yagi," Tsukauchi turned to Katsumi who looked up, trying to keep her face as inconspicuous as possible. "Have you noticed anyone following you lately, or even had the feeling of being stalked?"

"No, I haven't." She replied, consciously making sure she didn't answer too quickly, taking a moment to pretend she was thinking about it.

"Hm, okay," he hummed, seemingly believing her. "Keep an eye out whenever you go out, try to only go out with other people and make sure your dad knows where you are."

"...Great."

"Was it the other villains who knew who you were?" Izuku asked.

Katsumi frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Well, that hand-guy, uh Shigaraki? He knew your name and about how you got…" he glanced to All Might.

"Oh yeah, he knew about Katsumi getting arrested too."

Tsukauchi furrowed his brows, "Really? I thought they scrubbed that from the records."

"Wait," Katsumi blinked, "why does Tsukauchi-san know about that?"

"Ah," her dad glanced at her, "I'm not an expert on arrests so I thought I'd-"

"Yeah okay, that doesn't really matter I guess," Katsumi sighed, seemed like everyone was going to find out about that eventually. "Izuku you were saying?"

Izuku smiled sheepishly, he was worried for a moment the conversation was steering too off course for him to finish talking. "Well, uh, I know the portal guy Kacchan captured knew you're name but did the weaker ones they put across the different USJ places say your name or seem like they knew who you were?"

Katsumi felt the eyes of the detective on her, she paused for a moment, "Uh, no." She decided to tell the truth, she didn't have enough time to think it over so she just hoped it wouldn't come back to bite her. "Ojiro and I avoided them mostly but the ones we did fight didn't seem to know who I was."

"That's strange," the tall man rubbed his chin and Katsumi felt her chest tighten slightly, had she made a mistake? "If their goal was to kill All Might, surely capturing his daughter would be something they'd tell their men to do, for bait or to throw him off his game."

"I was worried about that," Toshinori admitted, "I really thought Shigaraki would try to kill Katsumi," he turned to her, "You were only a couple feet behind him after all."

"He probably didn't want to risk you attacking him." Katsumi answered quicker than she would have liked to, "I guess, I don't know." She mumbled as she looked away.

"It was weird how he turned to you and then just turned back around," Izuku added.

"He had his back to you?" The detective raised an eyebrow, "Was he not worried you'd attack him?"
"I-"

"Katsumi looked terrified, to be honest," her dad chuckled half-heartedly, "not that I blame you, kid. You probably worked out I was already past my time limit didn't you?"

"Yeah… I didn't know what to do, to be honest…" the best lies were truths, she didn't know what to do, but for different reasons than everyone thought. "Besides I didn't want to get close to him in case he decayed me."

"Scary quirk," the detective nodded, "really did a number to Aizawa's arm."

Aizawa's arm? Oh yeah, she vaguely remembered seeing Aizawa-sensei passed out being hauled away by Tsu and Mineta, though she had been much too focused on the fight to care too much. Poor man. She didn't realise Tomura had done that…

Fuck.

Katsumi felt her heart drop.

Had she actually seen Tomura use his quirk today?

…No. She hadn't.

…

So why would she be scared of him decaying her?

Her head snapped up, and quickly her eyes found the faces of the detective and her father. The detective continued talking with her father as normally as they could seeing the subject matter. Had that really gone over their heads?

"So it was only Shigaraki who was really talking about Miss Yagi?" Tsukauchi asked Izuku.

"Uh yeah."

"Miss Yagi," she sucked in a sharp breath as the detective turned to speak to her, "I'd be lying if I said the knowledge they have on you is not worrying. We need more time to investigate but like I said before, stay vigilant, I may come to speak with you and your father sometime again soon."

"Okay." Katsumi breathed out, how on earth had she survived that? "Thank you, sir," she nodded gratefully.

With Recovery Girls blessing Izuku got ready to go home, Katsumi offered to walk him to the exit while her dad finished his conversation with Detective Tsukauchi. She should try to listen in to their conversation as much as possible, but she felt so sick with anxiety and she needed some fresh air.

"I'm so glad you're okay Izuku, well at least you are now," Katsumi mumbled, laughing a little bitterly as she remembered the sight of his broken legs.

Izuku winced, "Yeah, thanks for saving me."

"Hm?" Katsumi glanced at him, "Oh, pushing him away?"

"Yeah… God, I saw his hand coming at me but I didn't even get to process it before you pushed him away," he sighed, the memory sending a little shiver down his spine, "and the teachers came thank goodness. I'm pretty sure that the bullets were from the hero Snipe!" He grinned.

Katsumi snorted, "Did you see him getting shot?" The image replayed in her head, "I feel bad for him but it was kinda funny how he fell to the floor like that."

Izuku frowned for a second, "I wouldn't feel bad, he was trying to kill your dad."

"Oh yeah," Katsumi stared plainly at him for a moment before she grimaced. Why would she say that? She needed to think before she spoke! "I mean I feel bad just for thinking someone getting shot is funny."

Izuku paused for a moment before he let out a laugh.

"What?" She asked.

"I just thought that that's kinda unlike you to feel bad for laughing at someone getting hurt, but then I realised how if I said that you'd get offended."

Katsumi's mouth dropped open, she went to speak but stopped herself, sucking a sharp breath in.

"I'm too tired to be offended." She exclaimed finally, slouching forward, arms swinging below as they walked through the empty halls.

"Me too, I still have to take the train home and I don't think I'll get a seat," Izuku sighed before he winced slightly. "And when I get home my mum's gonna be so worried and bombard me with so many questions, she's already blown up my phone but she'll ask me it all again when I get home."

"Taste of your own medicine." Katsumi shrugged, a little smirk on her face. Izuku turned to her, face flushing in embarrassment at the memory of All Might telling him to stop bothering her with his own questions.

"Sorry, I was just worried," He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the side of his neck. "You ended up with Ojiro right?"

Katsumi nodded, "Yeah in the fire dome thing," she continued, recounting their escape to Izuku.

"Gosh… must have been scary."

"You had to do the same," she shrugged, the tightening in her chest she got every time she began to feel guilty was getting increasingly bearable.

They had gotten to the main doors of the building now, Izuku stopped in front of them, turning to face Katsumi.

"I was… really worried about you," he said, his green eyes adverted.

"Oh," her chest tightened again, this time for a different reason. "Yeah, so was I," she mumbled slightly, her cheeks growing warm.

The silence was thick, both of them standing avoiding each other's gaze in front of the overly large school doors.

"Well, I better get going-"

Izuku yelped in surprise as Katsumi wrapped him into a tight hug. At this point, the hug wasn't uncommon, but the almost desperate way his friend pulled him towards her made it feel just as electrifying as the first. Her head buried itself in the crook of his neck, her breath warm as it tickled the small hairs on his skin. Her hands clutched onto his clothes firmly, as if he was about to float away from her.

"Sorry," she spoke quietly, Izuku flinched as he felt her breath on his neck, "I wanted to stay with you, but I got distracted by Ashido. I should have put you first."

"No way!" He exclaimed and Katsumi pulled away, hands landing on his arms as she stared at him bewildered.

"I mean-" he backtracked, embarrassment from the outburst creeping onto his cheeks. "Don't be sorry! You saved Ashido from being warped, you put yourself in danger to save someone else! That's exactly what a hero should do."

Katsumi blinked, her hands moving from him. Izuku's face had settled into a firm look of resolve as he stared at her, one fist clenched in front of him, Katsumi cracked a smile.

"Hero, I've been very heroic recently, haven't I?" She laughed, it was a bitter, self-loathing laugh really, but it came out sounding like any other friendly giggle.

Izuku smiled, "Of course, y'know, it's in your blood."

Katsumi returned the smile. She was an absolute failure of a daughter.

"But also, Katsumi," Izuku said, rubbing the side of his neck where her lips had been only centimetres away moments ago, "you don't have to keep looking out for me y'know? Like with the battle training too… I gotta get stronger myself."

Face growing hot as he brought up the other day when she had gotten riled up over his fight with Bakugou, Katsumi coughed.

"Uh, well, c'mon this was different, right? A villain attack during the first week of school is something you should be working together for."

"Yeah, you're right." He nodded, "I'm glad you weren't alone."

"I would have rather been with you." Katsumi snorted, she didn't care that much about these people she had known for merely days compared to him.

"Don't you want to expand your circle though?" He asked, she had been getting on well with Yaoyorozu and some of the others in the class, though she didn't seem to like the friends he had made so far all that much.

"Well, yes, I guess," she shrugged, her head down and hands held close in front of her she confessed. "But you're number one on my list."

Izuku stiffened, face beet red, "O-oh, yeah, you too." He swallowed, regaining some composure.

"Well!" Katsumi clapped her hands together before she grabbed Izuku by the shoulders and spun him around, "I'll see you tomorrow! Or the day after if there's no school!"

"Ah! Yeah okay!" He managed to say as Katsumi swung the door open and rushed him through. He looked back, quite baffled, as Katsumi waved him off, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as the door slammed shut Katsumi slapped her hands onto her cheeks, her cold hands immediately warming up from the pure heat radiating off them. This crush wasn't going away anytime soon.

"Good golly it's a chilly evening."

Katsumi snorted as her dad got into the driver's seat, passing her a brown paper bag as he got seated. The contents of the bag were warm, the feeling was nice on her thighs.

"Okay," he huffed, clicking his seat belt into place, "time to go home… I would say we can stay up late watching a movie seeing as there's no school for you tomorrow but I think we're both too tired for that."

"No school?" She had guessed they would cancel classes, it was good, if she had the day free, she might be able to go see Tomura.

"For you yeah, us teachers are gonna be in a meeting all day probably." He glanced over to her, "Don't go out, will you? Just stay inside, you can have the TV to yourself and play some games."

"Oh yeah yeah," Katsumi nodded, "don't worry, I'll stay indoors."

"Today's top story is of an attack on the UA Hero Academy that occurred this afternoon. A group calling themselves the 'League of Villians' infiltrated an off-campus training facility where the first-year class 1-A was training. Their stated goal was to kill the number one hero All Might who had been reported to be teaching at UA. Despite finding All Might absent from the scene, the attack continued, the villains targeting both UA teachers and students indiscriminately. The signal in the facility known as the 'Unseen Simulation Joint' or 'USJ' had been blocked by what police are saying was most likely the quirk of a member of the League."

"Without backup, the two present teachers had to protect the students alone against the large swaths of villains. The day was saved, however, when All Might arrived at the facility and defeated the main muscle of the attack 'Nomu'. A student who the teachers had sent to go get help returned soon after with the rest of the UA facility. Most League members, including the aforementioned Nomu, were apprehended. The leader, however, a man named Tomura Shigaraki and the man by the name of Kurogiri whose quirk was used to warp the villains into the facility escaped."

"This unprecedented attack against a well-respected hero school has shocked the nation, and questions on how UA will be responding to this attack are being asked, after all, it is likely the League will attempt another attack on the school to take the life of the number one hero. It has also been reported that one of the students in the class present at the USJ facility is in fact All Might's child and despite this information being unknown to the public this 'League of Villains' were aware of this."

Katsumi put her chopsticks down into the bowl.

"What."

"Oh dear." Her dad scratched his neck as he looked at the TV, maybe putting on the news as background noise as they ate wasn't a good idea.

Katsumi turned around to look at her dad, her eyes wide and lips almost quivering, "How on earth did they find that out?!"

"Hey Katsumi, calm down." He placed a hand on her shoulder, "We both knew this would happen eventually."

Yeah sure, but it happening now? When she already had so much on her mind? She couldn't catch a break, could she?

Putting her half-eaten bowl on the coffee table she sighed, "I'm tired."

"God me too," Toshinori chuckled, rubbing an eye, "once you're done go to bed, I'll clear up."

"No Dad," she shook her head. "You deserve a break. I'll clear up, I'm done eating so just put your bowl in the dishwasher when you're done."

He turned to look at her, a taught frown on his face, "Unlike you to not be hungry, especially after such an exciting day."

Katsumi shrugged, "Yeah well… I dunno."

Toshinori looked at her for a long moment. Her eyes were downcast, tired. She had eyebags he was surprised one day could create, though she was still probably affected by that bad illness she had gotten last week. Poor girl had only just recovered, and now this?

"Today must have been scary for you."

Her lips parted to respond, but she stopped herself. Scary, right. It was fucking terrifying, just not for the reasons he thought.

"I'll be fine," she said finally, evading his gaze as she smiled. "I'm strong," looking back up at him she stretched her lips into a wide grin. "You should have seen how many of those losers I beat up."

Her dad smiled for a moment, a small, pitying smile, it made Katsumi's eyebrow twitch. He sighed, his frown returning.

"I'm not talking about that. I mean that man, how those villains know about you."

"Oh." Katsumi blinked, her chest tightening. "Yeah well, they probably researched all the students..."

"They know your connection to me, that's going to put a target on you, exactly what I didn't want."

"Yeah but like," she said, a little irate, "that's not something you didn't know could happen."

"Yes but… I don't know, I thought," he sighed, staring off into nothing, "I didn't think they'd be quite that strong. And that Shigaraki… so full of hatred… I just wonder how a young man like him managed to organise so many people, or even get inside information on UA."

The TV continued flashing in the background. The house was dark, with only a side lamp and the light from the kitchen illuminating the room. Katsumi was glad for the darkness, she hoped her father couldn't see the exact intricacies of her expressions.

"Like I've said, I'm strong," her dad glanced over at her. "You don't have to worry about me, I can protect myself."

Toshinori smiled at her, the worry still clear in his dark eyes, Katsumi felt her chest ache.

"Alright, but you're still a kid, as your father, don't think I'm going to stop looking out for you." He replied, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I know Dad."

"Go get some sleep then! You don't want to mess up your sleep pattern."

If Katsumi wanted to sleep, she would have to take her pills, but the day wasn't over for her yet, no matter how physically and emotionally exhausted she was. A half an hour or so after her father had gone to bed she crept quietly to peek through a crack in his door. She had to make sure he was asleep. Peering though, she watched him lying still in his bed, straining her ears for the quiet sound of his steady breathing.

The house was dark. Pictures of Katsumi as a child, her mother and her father smiling at her fourth birthday party, the few photos taken with her grandparents were shadowed by the inky darkness. Katsumi used the cold blue light of her phone flashlight to illuminate her way back to her room. She found a dark hoodie to put over her pyjama top before she knelt down next to her bed, put the phone down on the floor and began digging out the old flip phone she had hidden inside a hole she had cut into her mattress. She huffed as she got up and sat on her bed for a moment, turning off her smartphone's light and putting it into her drawer.

"Okay," she mumbled to herself, rubbing at one eye as she stood back up.

Sneaking out wasn't something she had never done before. Plenty of times, she had slipped out into the warm Californian night to meet up with friends, go get fast food or just enjoy the night alone for a while. In her old home, there were cameras positioned at each entrance and exit, but she still found her way around them. It made sneaking out of her father's house childs play, seeing as there was a severe lack of cameras around. She could only hope that after today he wouldn't think to have any installed, though she was sure even if he did she would be able to get around them.

Shutting her bedroom door with a small click Katsumi tip-toed past her father's bedroom once more. As she passed she stopped for a moment, taking a look back. She pursed her lips before turning back around and continuing down the hall.

She walked down the stairs as slowly and quietly as she could, slipped on her trainers and opened the front door gently. The night was cold, still too early in spring for the air to stay warm past the sun setting. Pulling her hood down as far over her head as she could she walked alone on the empty street. A few streets away was a sharp corner that led to a dead end, dark and hidden. Katsumi took the flip phone out of her pocket, opened it and went to the one contact on the phone.

She had interfered with their plan… Kurogiri had literally said to her she should rethink stepping in. But what was she supposed to do? She'd been told her father wouldn't die!

Her shaking fist clenched around the phone and she had to grab her wrist with her other hand to steady herself.

That was exactly why she had to go that night, to assure them she was not betraying them, just that she was overwhelmed with emotion at the time! She hadn't actually broken any agreements, just done something a little annoying.

After a deep couple of breaths, she clicked on the contact, sending a single message.

Here

Barely five seconds passed when a familiar, swirling portal of purple mist appeared beside her. With another long, controlled deep breath, she stepped in.