*it was a good eight years after the war. katuski died in that war or so you thought. you’d ran off as soon you got the new your boyfriend, katuski as he died, not knowing he was revived. dumbass..”

you had just arrived back in Musutafu: japan. as you were a hero in the US but you still had your japanese heritage you’d been asked to go to a hero meeting. there where many japanese pros like charge bolt or shoto. they didn’t recognise you, you didn’t want to start a conversation either so it was whatever. your sat at a round table with many pros, all of them talking but you tuning them out..

the door opens, whose late? it was this japanese hero, dynamite. he had sat next to you but you ignored it, until he said something..

“honey, your familiar.” he says in his normal, snappy tone. it sounded like bakugos, he kinda looked like him too.. wait a damn second-