"Katsumi, I apologise it's a bit late notice but would you like to come to my house after school? We have a home gym and I wanted to take you up on your offer to train with you."

"Totally! Well actually-" Katsumi paused to put a bite of her lunch into her mouth and swallow it down. She supposed she did have plenty of time in between going home and heading to the bar for going round Momo's but…

"My driver can pick us up and drop us back home when we're done."

"You have a driver?!" Kirishima gasped, leaning across the table, almost knocking Katsumi's bowl, "Awesome!"

"Ah well-" Momo blushed.

"Watch it!" Katsumi playfully hit Kirishima's arm, she grinned and sat back. Turning back to the dark-haired girl in front of her she asked, "Would it be okay if we did it tomorrow?"

"Oh of course, that is no problem!"

At least then she could tell Tomura she wasn't coming. Every day he without fail would be there at the bar despite his injury as if waiting for her. That was the sole fact that even though she was barely getting more than a two-word answer from any of the questions she asked him she hadn't lost hope. If he really didn't want to see her, he wouldn't be there even while injured.

"You two are gonna be training together? Makes sense your quirks are pretty similar." Jiro, the serious girl with dark purple hair commented. Katsumi liked her, she was nice but didn't take any stupid activity from the guys, especially Kaminari who seemed to follow her around.

"Woah, that's dumb, you should be trying to sabotage the competition not help them!" Kaminari shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Maybe you need to do that, but I think Miss All Might will be okay."

"Nah it's not even that, Momo wants to learn how to throw a punch and I want her to teach my chemistry."

"Oh, so it's a trade! It makes sense you're teaching the fighting," Kirishima laughed, "You're scary in a fight!"

"Eh, I think against me she'd have some trouble," Kaminari smirked, shrugging. Jiro gave him a look.

"Say's the one trick pony."

Kaminari turned around quickly, saying some sort of retort to try and defend himself only to be kicked down again by Jiro. Katsumi laughed along with Kirishima and Momo (though the latter girl was doing her best to seem unamused by her classmates's antics). Katsumi's gaze drifted, however, over to a nearby table where a certain green-haired boy sat. He was talking animatedly to Iida and Uraraka, he really got on with those two. Good.

"Did you hear?" A voice from the other side of the table asked loud enough for probably everyone in the near vicinity to hear clearly. "One of the 1-A students is All Might's kid!"

"Yeah I saw that in the news! I wonder who!"

"We should totally stake out their classroom later."

Katsumi felt very plainly the eyes of every 1-A student sitting at the nearby tables fall on her. Katsumi stared blankly, continuing her meal unbothered. No, she wasn't going to say anything, she wasn't sure why people expected her to. It really wasn't that interesting to be a kid of a hero, there was enough of them. Actually…

"Hey!" Katsumi called to the student on the other side of the table, "Did you know Endervours son's in 1-A too?"

"Really?" The guy's eyes widened, "Both the number one and two hero?" He turned to his friend, "That's gotta be some crazy tension."

"Why'd you do that for?" Kaminari whispered, leaning into the table, creating a wall with his body from the others on their table.

Katsumi just smirked.

"Do we really have Endevours son in our class?" The blonde boy continued.

"You didn't know?" Jiro shook her head, Todoroki, you really are dumb."

"In fairness, I didn't know either," Kirishima admitted, a little sheepishly.

"Wow, he kept that quiet- though it makes sense why he's so strong!"

"That was a smart way to draw attention away," Momo noted, "a bit dirty," she added, raising her brow at Katsumi, "but smart."

"Thing is Endeavour and All Might aren't really the same, no villains attacked UA to try kill Endeavour did they?" Kaminari said, sitting back properly.

Jiro sighed, "Well no he doesn't work here."

"No- Well yeah! But you get what I mean, Katsumi's dad's is the symbol of peace." He clarified, "There's a gap between that and any other high-ranking hero."

"Those villains," Momo hummed, the mention of the attack obviously making the cogs in her head turn, "I wonder what they're up to now."

"You think they're planning something?" Jiro asked quickly.

"Well if they are the teachers will just crush them again like they did last time!" Kirishima grinned, clenching a fist.

Momo thought for a moment before sighing, "Poor Aizawa sensei…"

"I'm glad he's recovering well," Jiro said, the memory of his battered body making her wince "though he really should still be in hospital."

"Crazy," Kaminari said, eyes wide, "he could have had his arm turned to dust just from that guy's touch! What an OP quirk!"

Katsumi nodded, "Yeah."

"Kurogiri. Get rid of this shit already."

Katsumi winced as she stared down at her arm- or what was left of it. A pile of grey dust gathered on the bar table where her forearm was just a few moments ago. She moved her arm back from the bar as Kurogiri took a dustpan and brush and began to sweep it up.

By now she thought she would have gotten used to it, but even after the good few days she had been visiting the bar and having Tomura destroy her arms she still hadn't gotten accustomed to the feeling. Even back then when she was almost always missing one limb or another she never adapted properly. The fact it was always growing back, never giving her a moment to get used to it, probably had something to do with that.

Staring down at where she had rolled up her hoodie to, right where the decay had halted, she watched as the cracks slowly retreated. The bone began to stretch forward, veins following it, reclaiming its destroyed shape. Her stomach lurched at the sight. She looked away. At least there was no blood, the veins closing up seemed like the first thing her body did before it began to regrow itself.

Kurogiri gently knocked the dustpan against the bin, the ashes of what was once her arm falling in. His movements and speech were so robotic that it made Katsumi wonder if he was really human. It was easily possible he was some sort of Nomu or human-robot that man had created for the sole purpose of babysitting Tomura. Disgusting, surely he used to be a person, with his own hopes and dreams, now resigned to a life of servitude. Is that what he planned for her too? To be a servant to do Tomura's dirty work? Too bad for him, Tomura didn't seem all that bothered with that idea. He still hadn't given her any orders, much to her relief. That did mean however that the only reason she appeared through the warp gate each night was to 'exercise her quirk for the festival'. He was best at helping with that specific exercise after all. It hurt the least when it was him.

But it did still hurt, it really hurt. The first time she had asked Tomura, when he had wrapped his hand around her wrist she screamed. It was out of surprise from just how painful it was. She pulled away from his grasp after only a few brief seconds, her wrist only half disintegrated. It earned an annoyed huff from Tomura- at least she thought that's what the noise was. She was a little busy crying in pain on the floor to care.

With memory of the amount of pain she would be experiencing fresh in her mind she was able to prepare herself properly. She found despite the initial searing of pain as her flesh and bone cracked and decayed it wasn't all that painful. Once the destroyed part fell off and as her body regenerated itself it only became increasingly bearable, for her at least, anyone else… they might struggle a little more.

It had taken thirty minutes for her arm to regrow the first night. During those thirty minutes, she had pushed through the pain and asked a multitude of different questions or comments to try to coax a conversation out of Tomura. To no surprise, he was cold and curt. His replies, that was if he did reply, were short and closed making it hard for her to keep a conversation. Katsumi couldn't get anything easy, could she?

Once the skin of the tips of her fingers had finally closed over the red muscle her time was up. The thought to get him to destroy her arm again crossed her mind but she really didn't feel like going through that twice in one night. Her pain tolerance was high, even if it was painful she could deal with it, but the process of regeneration was uncomfortable and she wasn't getting the best conversation to distract her from it.

She wondered if Kurogiri knew what the hell she was doing. Coming in just to get Tomura to destroy her arms, she must look crazy, even if it was to 'get stronger' or whatever. Or maybe he knew about their history, this wasn't a new arrangement after all.

One's quirk is like a muscle. The more you exercise it the stronger it becomes. That's why since deciding to become a hero she practised with it every day, the more you use it the easier it gets. With her quirk, she exercised it by seeing how far she could stretch her limbs out, how quickly she could change the material of her body, how many different materials she could create in a minute etcetera. That was fine, tiring of course, but the rush of adrenaline and the way she'd lay on the floor catching her breath after the long hard workout was quite satisfying. That to say, she enjoyed it.

Exercising a regeneration quirk, on the other hand, is just fucking horrific.

It wasn't really a quirk in of itself, more a mutation of her original quirk from that man's meddling. It was nowhere near as strong as that Nomu's, guess he perfected it after all. Either way, it was still something that if she wanted to improve she'd have to exercise. She had a lot in the past. The memory of what it was like when her training was under that man's control washed over her and her insides shivered.

The clock on the far left wall ticked loudly in the silent room- quarter to eleven. She'd be home before midnight, great. She hadn't exercised her regeneration enough for any real improvement, she still had about half an hour to try and crack Tomura's icy shell.

"Kinda hot in here huh?"

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Katsumi glanced over to Tomura. He didn't even glance back.

"Would you like me to open a window, Katsumi Yagi?"

"Don't," Tomura said almost immediately.

"Ah yeah no, it's okay." She smiled.

It wasn't really that hot, but it was actually warm, finally. The spring air finally decided to be well, spring-like. But Katsumi was sitting in sweatpants with a hoodie. She sighed and unzipped her hoodie open with her untouched hand. If she was gonna be sat here probably doing nothing again for half an hour she might as well be comfortable. She ran through her list of conversation starters in her head before settling on one and turning around to look at Tomura.

"So…" Katsumi began, her left arm resting on the bar as she looked to Tomura, "what do you do other than well, sitting at the bar and not drinking?"

Yeah, she wasn't being the most polite, but she had been at this for a couple days now with little progress and she was getting a little frustrated at this point.

Tomura turned his head to look at her and suddenly made what could only be described as a choking sound. Katsumi's brow furrowed as he froze, and stared at her for a long moment. The stupid hand on his face covered any hint of expression she could have used to decipher the meaning of his actions. Katsumi's mouth fell open as she went to say something only to be closed again when Tomura turned back away from her.

With a long exhale Katsumi too turned back, staring down at the edge of the bar table. This might be useless. If she couldn't even get a normal conversation out of him how was she supposed to convince him to abandon the one man who had raised him? No doubt he had manipulated him in such ways that he would defend him against any criticism Katsumi had against him. She was hoping to rely on any lasting affection Tomura had for her, he used to care for her, enough to disobey his master. Now? Nothing seemed to remain.

"...Video games mostly. Sometimes cards."

Katsumi's head snapped back around. Tomura's head was tilted slightly towards her, the angle and position of the light blue locks that came down his face were in just the right position for her to catch a brief glance at his burning red eyes as they bore into her. A bolt of shock shot through Katsumi's body, her heart swelled in her chest and began to pound uncomfortably as she processed the words that had broken through the seemingly endless silence.

"Oh-" she forced out, her voice breathless. She felt so unprepared, all this time waiting for some interest and now she had it she was at a loss for words. No, she could do this, she just needed to refocus. When she got talking she'd be able to drown out the thudding in her ears.

Squirming a little in her seat she turned around to face him again. As she did so, Tomura's shoulders tensed again, but he didn't freeze, Katsumi's eyes drawn to the hand he had resting on the table as he rubbed his thumb against the side of his forefinger.

"What sort of-" Katsumi stopped as her mind cleared enough for a moment to remember something. Her eyebrows rose as her stiff and tense expression melted away, her eyes sparkling.

"Aw," she smirked, "video games?"

"What?" She could almost hear the crease of his eyebrow as he responded, his confusion laced with annoyance. Oh well, he was going to be annoyed with her either way.

"Well," cocking her head she rested an arm on the bar and looked up at Tomura, "it's just wouldn't I the reason you got into video games?"

"Huh?" He pulled back, "Fuck- no."

Katsumi's grin grew and she leaned closer, "So is! You were obsessed with my DS! Hey, have you beat that Pokemon game yourself yet?"

"That's not the reason." His voice was almost a snarl as he turned away. It didn't last long as he almost immediately turned his head slightly to peek at her. Katsumi's brow furrowed again as she smirked, what was his problem?

"Huh, sure." She shrugged, "I'm guessing you didn't then?"

"Didn't want to," he huffed, a childish tinge to his tone. "It's a dumb kid's game."

"Dumb kids game?" Katsumi shook her head. "It might be for kids but it isn't dumb, those games are awesome."

Tomura shook his head with a sharp snort, "You look like you'd say that."

"Oh really?" Katsumi said raising her eyebrows, a slight smirk still on her lips, "Okay, what games do you play then?"

"...League."

"League…" Katsumi hummed, "Oh you mean League of Legends? I didn't know that was big here too."

"You know it?"

Yes she did, it was the stinky incel gamer bro game. She shouldn't be really surprised honestly.

"Yeah!" she nodded, "I watched the show based on it- it was so good."

"Oh." Tomura's hand moved to his neck and he began to scratch. "Nah I haven't watched that."

Katsumi gasped, "Really? But it's so good- like I don't watch much animation but I totally loved it."

"I don't trust your judgement."

"Why," she giggled, "'cause I like Pokemon you can't trust my judgement?"

"I can't trust you for a lot of reasons."

Katsumi paused, her mouth opening and closing only to open again as she decided on a response.

"You- …You just need to me a chance. But honestly," she took a deep breath in before she leaned closer, her face serious, "I'm really not on board with this 'kill All Might' shit. At all. He's my dad and I was told he wouldn't be killed."

Katsumi was expecting anger, pushback, something. Instead, Tomura stared at her for a long moment.

"Whatever."

Katsumi blinked as Tomura turned away, seemingly done with the conversation.

That was probably the best outcome she could have gotten. Realistically he couldn't expect anything else from her. There was no reason why she would ever be on board with killing her own father. He may seem childish but she was certain Tomura was not stupid. He must have known she would say that or at least was thinking it.

Well, that might just be the end of the conversation. Katsumi stared at the bar table, placing her still regenerating arm onto it. The rapid mitosis as the unnatural amount of stem cells in her body her quirk reproduced worked to repair her arm. Again, she was unable to bear the sight for more than a few moments, her eyes flying away as she drew her arm back to her side. Kurogiri stared at her from his spot as he placed whiskey glasses into some display. She didn't like his yellow gaze, his robotic nature made it feel like the eyes were recording her, processing the information to send right to him.

She sucked in a deep breath.

"As much as I love sitting here staring at Kurogiri trying to look busy, can we do something else? I kinda wanna see League, it's gotta be a good game if they made that show of it."

If she could crack this wall between them by getting him to talk about something he likes… Then she knew she could get him to treat her normally, no more of this stonewalling stuff. But she very well might be being too pushy right now.

As he sat unmoving, Katsumi breathed carefully, attempting to calm her creeping nerves.

"Sure, whatever."

Katsumi's mouth parted in awe as he slid off of his stool.

That actually worked?

Tomura clutched at his stomach with his unbandaged hand for a moment before straightening up and walking to the door. She had almost forgotten his injuries. A pang of guilt for making him get up hit her. She should probably say something about it-

"You coming?"

"Oh-" Tomura stood at the other side of the bar next to the corridor. Katsumi jumped in surprise before she quickly jumped off her stool and hurried over, holding her injured arm against her stomach.

"Sorry."

Tomura stayed still. Katsumi felt his gaze on her for a good few moments before he turned back to Kurogiri. Katsumi followed his gaze. The man stood silently at the bar staring back at the two of them.

"I'm going to my room," Tomura told him before turning to Katsumi. "Go on, you said you wanted to see a real game," he said, pointing to the corridor they stood beside.

"Thats-" Katsumi began to retort but hesitated a moment, looking over to Kurogiri. He looked at her for a long moment before he turned around and began to polish a glass.

"Get a move on." He huffed, and Katsumi quickly nodded.

The corridor was dark, the lights dim and a few burnt out. There were three doors they walked past, Katsumi leading the way. A breath had hitched itself in her throat as she continued walking, assuming his room was none of the doors they had passed. Finally, she stood in front of the last door, one at the end of the corridor. She turned around, looking up at Tomura. The grey hand clutching his face stared back at her as she looked to him for instruction.

"Uh, is this your-"

Katsumi yelped as she was pushed aside by Tomura's arm. He moved to the door, turning his head towards her, snorting in amusement.

"Careful," he almost laughed, but it didn't sound friendly, "I might destroy more than your arms."

Katsumi stared wordlessly as he opened the door, carefully keeping his pinky away from the handle.

"Is that… a threat?"

Tomura shrugged before he walked through the door and down a set of steps.

Despite her better judgement, Katsumi followed him down.

Tomura's room was dark, only the light from the door stopping it from being pitch black. It had a distinctive musty smell, the air stale. It surely couldn't be good for a person to sleep in such a place. Tomura stopped by the door, forcing Katsumi to squeeze past him to enter further in by herself.

A completely reasonable fear began to creep up Katsumi, her stomach twisting uncomfortably as her muscles tensed. Maybe she shouldn't be alone with Tomura.

"Move."

Her fist clenched as Tomura brushed past her. He went straight to his desk on the other side of the room and turned on the computer.

"Oh er," Katsumi choked out, "uh, do you want me to turn a light on?" She didn't like being in the dark.

"Nah."

"Where should I sit?"

"I don't care." His hands went straight for his keyboard as he logged on, Katsumi watched as he loaded up the game, seemingly deciding to completely ignore her for it. A wave of relief washed over her as Tomura clicked loudly on his mouse.

How crazy the leader of a villain group backed by one of the most powerful villains of all time was led by a League player? She felt almost responsible in a way… if only she left without her DS, the leader of the League of Villians wouldn't be a League of Legends player.

"League of Villains…" Katsumi mumbled, "Legends…"

The aggressive clicking stopped as Katsumi stifled a laugh.

"What?" Tomura's voice was cold as he looked up at her from his chair.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." Katsumi smiled nervously before quickly adverting her gaze.

Looking around there was only really one option for seating, a half-tidy bed positioned parallel to the desk. Katsumi pulled the cover flat before taking a seat on the very edge.

"C'mon," she grinned, forcing herself to sound assured, "lemme see a game!"

"It's loading," Tomura snapped as he turned his head to her side. "When you're done with your masochistic training shit just leave, don't interrupt me," huffing he picked up a pair of headphones from the desk.

"Oh… right."

Sitting in silence watching someone else play a not-very-interesting game was only marginally better than sitting in silence watching a guy pretend to clean glasses. Not just that but now she couldn't even attempt to talk to him, though maybe she should be grateful for that. She didn't really want to in that moment.

She noticed that he did not take off that stupid hand to play, surely it was making it hard to see? He did tell her why he wore it once… she thought. She couldn't really remember. It wasn't like he hadn't taken it off before, she remembered his face, sort of. He had red eyes, she remembered that well.

When did he move here? She was sure this wasn't the place she had been kept in, but then again, the memories were hazy. She knew she had never met Kurogiri before though, when did he join the league?

Questions she couldn't ask continued to swirl in her mind as she half-watched Tomura play. She could barely even see the screen and of course, she couldn't hear anything. Really worth it.

She actually began to feel a little tired, was she really that bored? Now the anxiety had faded she was left in a dark room with a surprisingly comfortable bed she was sitting on. The thought of lying down crossed her mind for a moment… Katsumi wasn't that dumb.

She was quite glad for the darkness in the end, not being able to see the process of regeneration spared him from quite a bit of discomfort. Ignoring the pain was easy, she had lived enough of her life with it to withstand it. But the sight still made her nauseous. If she just stayed in the dark she would have a much easier time with this 'training', but she really wasn't sure she'd be quick to come back into Tomura's room.

When she felt the last bits of skin stretch over her fingertips she was more than ready to get out of there and into her own bed. But she still needed to tell him she wouldn't be coming tomorrow… she couldn't let Momo down. Should she risk pissing him off and interrupt him?

"...Uh, Tomura?"

No response, of course. She thought about tapping him on the shoulder but decided against it. The threat he had made earlier did make her think twice. But really, Katsumi knew he wouldn't hurt her. It would make no sense to, and she was sure he didn't want to. She shouldn't push it though.

Like he told her to earlier she got up silently and walked over to the door, still partially open. As she stepped through the doorway she suddenly froze at the sound of a name.

"Sumi."

Katsumi turned her head slightly, glancing behind her. Tomura was sitting at his desk. He let go of his mouse and carefully removed his headphones before he turned his head to look at her.

"Yes?" She responded almost meekly as she turned around to face him, holding her hands together.

Tomura stared at her for a long moment, the sight of the served hand grasping his face in the dark, lit up by the flashing screen of his computer making Katsumi grasp onto the door a little harder than necessary.

"Nothing."

With that, he put his headset back on and turned away. Katsumi stared at him for only a few seconds before she turned around and quickly climbed the stairs.

"Can I go home?"

Kurogiri stared at her for a long few moments before saying anything. Katsumi stood awkwardly, holding her own hand as she stood before the man.

"Miss Yagi," he said finally, "are you alright?"

"Huh?" She was taken aback by the question.

One of Kurogiri's portals opened up beside her and she looked at it and back at him confused.

"Please do not feel obligated to come here every day," He said in an almost apologetic tone.

"Ah, alright… Thank you."