Mitsuki was doing chores around her home as her husband read something on his tablet the morning after Izuku and Hana found out about each other, something that she was about to find out. As she worked the broom around their kitchen she wondered how her Izuku and Katsuki were doing on their internships. She was reflecting on how when a year ago the fact that those kids were both going to be heroes was an impossibility, Mitsuki wanted to return to her hometown a short while ago but now, for the last eight years she has been working fucking hard to make things work here, though she has been slowly growing apart from Masaru she had finally found her place in this city. "How do you think Katsuki is doing in his internship? After entering U.A. he seemed like he was going through something, and after what happened at the sports festival it looked like it got worse even though he won the whole thing… I am worried, Mitsuki. Do you think he has figured things out?"

The woman paused her actions in their tracks, pretending to think things over as she looked at her husband while cupping her chin. It appeared she knew their son better than him, despite the fact Masaru was more attentive when it came to raising Katsuki, that boy had always had a superiority complex and an ego to match, and after all this time growing up with a Quirkless kid like Izuku it was only natural the hard head idiot would act like a child going through a temper tantrum. The two of them in her eyes were a lot alike, which is why she originally believed with a short enough leash and time to reflect he would change for the better, but that seemed to be not the case, or it was so far into the future to the point that leaving him like he is does not make any sense. For now, however, they have to play it by ear, it's not like his complex will get worse knowing how eye-opening U.A. might be for him. "No need to worry Masaru, he's a kid, and he is with Best Jeanist if he doesn't listen to a hero like him… Well, a change in a career might be in the cards. And don't you blame our marital issues on his behavior? That boy was taught that he was special from the age of four. It was a matter of time before he found out that he isn't, that there are always things you can't control and wouldn't go your way." A lesson that Mitsuki learned early on in life.

"But still, what if he knows?" Masaru asked in a submissive tone.

Mitsuki has always hated that, Masaru was not exactly her type when it came to mates. Hisashi had always told her that she was too rigid in her choices, but the lives that they lived in their twenties were hard on them, and giving someone a chance because she liked them without knowing their character was not smart. The type of culture they lived in was more or less dangerous and if she let anyone that was not a Midoriya see a weak side to her it was the last side she would ever show anyone. She laughed thinking that she was a tomboy growing up. So, when it came to what Masaru thought she could not help but think that Katsuki would have been more upset about it eight years ago but not now. "He has known what was going on for a while now… So it would be weird that he cared about it now. I had explained this to him when we started talking about this. Kids pick up on these things, you know." She spoke looking at Masaru under narrowed eyes while he sat at the dining room table.

Masaru put down his tablet with a look of hurt on his face, though he had expected it he did not know that Katsuki knew from Mitsuki herself. What started eight years ago was now in the open, and it had been long in the open before he knew. Katsuki had not acted any differently before going to U.A. and he seemed to act as he usually did towards him, not that he could say the same about Katsuki's relationship with Mitsuki. "Why? Why didn't you tell me?" He nearly shouted, this felt like a betrayal after all this time.

"Because I knew this would happen." Mitsuki spoke dismissively.

"What do you mean this would happen?... Mitsuki?" Masaru was about to blow his top at the nonchalant way of speaking that had become the woman's signature.

It was times like this that she regretted that she did not just go back to her hometown after Hisashi's death. She felt that if this was any of the men that she grew up with or for her deepest wish Hisashi she would not have to explain herself as she was now. Mitsuki hated this housewife lifestyle as it was. Why the fuck did she have to explain to her husband that she had told her son that his parents were separating? Why does he feel the need to baby her son all of the time? The bullshit never ends with him. Mitsuki was now seeing red at his anger, and she had stopped caring about what she said to him. "I mean what I mean, Masaru… Why shouldn't we warn our son that he was going to see his parents split, at least I'm not the one that hides things behind the 'he's too young' argument. You are just too proud to accept reality."

"Accept reality? That's rich coming from you." Masaru instantly regretted those words that came out, though she hadn't told him everything about her past he knew enough that he had triggered something that he had seen in her eyes when the news of her best friend's husband's death came, he had confused her estrangement for a sense of deep loss. However, after that news that was there too, he had always thought that the Midoriya family was a replacement for a family long gone, and he was half right in thinking Mitsuki was an orphan who went through hardship growing up. Looking his wife in the eye he could see that the very tough and proud woman that he married was about to cry. "Mitty… I…"

Mitsuki, if she hadn't lost it, was about to. "Don't you ever call me that…" She dropped the broom and bit her lip to fight back the tears, drawing blood. "What the fuck do you know, HUH?..." She asked, wanting to be anywhere else but here.

Masaru got up from his place trying to comfort her, getting closer. "Mitsuki I did not mean that, I just got…"

"Angry?..." Mitsuki finished his sentence. "What you think anger is, is not anger." She pushed him away when he entered her bubble. "Katsuki has seen anger, when he told Izuku that he was better off killing himself than waiting for a Quirk that would never come… When his own mother was 'Quirkless' until her teens. That's anger. Anger is finding out that your son was bullying your best friend's child since he manifested his Quirk. That's anger. Anger is waiting to see the people you love to come for you and knowing that they will never come. What do you know about anger?"

Masaru was stunned for words, this was the first time he heard any of this. "Mitsuki I didn't…"

"You didn't know anything. When was the last time that you sat down and asked me anything? When was the last time you asked us anything?" Mitsuki said, harshly poking his chest. "You are too busy in your own world for that…" After an awkward moment, Mitsuki started leaving the kitchen, leaving the mess and broom where it was. This is what she hated most about Masaru, he was not a fighter when she fought every day just to survive in the past. Life was too short for this.

"Where are you…" He stopped his question halfway.

"Inko's, we shouldn't see each other for a while." Mitsuki said leaving Masaru alone in the kitchen.

'It was really over,' Masaru thought. Sure the two of them had fought from time to time but… but Mitsuki had never left before. An eighteen-year relationship down the drain, and he could not for the life of him figure out when it had all gone wrong. Is that what she meant? Was his inaction a reason? No… everything was all bad long before then.

Mitsuki found herself in the master bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Before she could put her words into action she slid down leaning on the door, her tears freely falling. She could not help but feel a tightness in her chest, a longing that she thought she had long forgotten. She hummed a lullaby that used to calm her when she was younger that Hana would sing for her. She should have dragged Hisashi with her when she originally planned.

The woman didn't have the luxury to bury herself in sorrows, however, the world has other plans for her. Her cell phone's ringtone filled the air, and after digging out of the back pocket of her jeans she couldn't help the small smile that crossed her face at the caller ID. The Caller read as Akihiko Arashigawa.

(…)

"Hello?"

"…"

"Aki, are you there?"

"Are you ok?"

"What are you talking about, Aki? I should be asking you the same thing?"

"No no no. Something is definitely wrong Mitty. You are crying."

"… Why did you call, Aki?"

"No, I am serious Mitty, you never cry. I can barely count every time you cried since we were kids on one hand. On Lady Hana's and especially Hisashi's name… wait are you laughing? Mitty I know I am not as skilled as you are but that does not mean that would let the guy that hurt you get away with it… Not after everything you have done for me."

"No, it's just a lover's spat, you know that there's no one in this world that can hurt me…"

"Anymore."

"Fine, anymore… Hisashi was… special. So anyway, why did you call me after all this time?"

"Are you sure that's all that it is?"

"Aki, I am not going to repeat myself."

"You know how scary you get sometimes, Sis?"

"I am going to hang up…"

"Okay, ok. I get it, but I reserve the right to punch that idiot in the face."

"Aki…"

"I am getting to it damn… Lady Hana knows about Izuku…"

"She what?... Wait, how do you know?"

"Ever heard the name Kaminari?"

"Shit… I know I should have done background checks on those kids, but I am guessing he wasn't the one that told you."

"Nope, my silly nephew is too much of an idiot to know what I did for a living. But you really should pay attention to the people Hisashi's brat hangs out with."

"What do you mean?"

"In a word, who do you think I got my information from? My donor has a vague interest in All Might."

"Fuck…"

"So how do you want to play this?"

"What did Lady Hana say?"

"In a few words?... She said, 'My daughter, my grandson, my rules…' and she said to bring you in, kicking and screaming if I had to."

"So like Osaka then?"

"I knew this was going to be a mess. Fine, I will give you four hours to say goodbye…"

(…)

As their conversation ended she wiped her tear-stained cheeks with her hands feeling an odd sense of relief at their talk. "Never change, Aki," Mitsuki said softly looking up at the ceiling that she was never going to see again. She was about to prepare herself to re-enter that world again.

Getting up she moved back downstairs in her modest home, she silently moved to the living room, to a case holding a light blue sword still in its equally blue sheath. 'Forgive me Izu,' she thought, examining the deep silver blade. Once she was satisfied she moved back to the kitchen seeing that her husband was upset at the table trying to process what happened in their earlier argument. With his head turned away from the entrance he did not hear Mitsuki approach.

It was only when he felt a tap on his shoulder did he turn to meet her gaze. "Mitsuki, I-" But it was too late, the time for words was over. Once he faced her Masaru felt blood bubble up from his throat, a sharp pain at his neck, then nothing watching the blank and distant look in his wife's eyes as she brought his head to eye level, the couple meeting lips. 'What?' A final thought that was had by him as the world went black, with no life behind his eyes.

"I cared for you once so this is the only final goodbye I could have with you. You were a gentle soul and I know my mother well. You were never going to survive in that world and I am sorry that this is the only thing that I could do for you." She spoke softly at the lifeless eyes of her husband, with a now bloodied katana in her right hand. After a few seconds of staring she dropped the now-dead disembodied head of her husband next to the rest of his body cocking hers at the sight. "I thought that would be much harder than it was." She said thinking back at a time that mirrored this one. "I guess I misjudged their relationship." She smiled thinking of a time when Hisashi gave one of his exes a cocktail of drugs which led to her overdosing, and having to comfort him at the end.