After talking to Nejire for half an hour, she left, as she still had to go to school, unlike the first years, who had their time off.
Haru stayed in the hospital until late in the afternoon, before somebody else came looking for him.
The man who came to visit Haru attracted attention.
Tall. Calm posture. Snow-White hair. Blue eyes hidden by sunglasses. He looked like he was in his 20s.
He looked like a celebrity, secretly coming to meet him.
Mina stared at him for three full seconds.
"…Wait," she said. "Are you his brother? Can I get your number?"
Haru, who had opened his mouth to correct her, stiffened. He then covered his face with both of his hands. He looked like he wanted to dig up a hole and never show his face again.
Mina glanced at him. Part of her wanted to just see Haru's reaction when she asked his brother for his phone number. The other half just couldn't resist trying her luck.
Kiyomasa blinked once. "…Sure." He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to her.
'Wait, for real?' Mina hadn't expected that she would actually get his number as she stared at the card in her hand.
'Did I use all my life's luck on this?'
"Also," He said, causing her to look up. "I am not his brother. I am his father."
Mina blinked.
She blinked again.
"WHAT?"
***
They left shortly after. Not home—yet—but toward the police branch attached to the hospital. Procedure. Statements. Paperwork. The boring aftermath of getting 'rescued' after being kidnapped.
On the way, Haru glanced sideways.
"…You were the one who told them to keep hospital staff on standby on the roof, weren't you?" When he was rushing Toru to the hospital along with Katsuki, on reaching the hospital, he noticed this abnormality.
Kiyomasa's smile widened just a little. "Yes."
"…Figures."
The car was quiet for a few minutes.
Then Haru spoke again.
"Hey," he said. "How did mom even… You know."
Kiyomasa hummed. "What?"
"…Rizz you up," Haru finished.
Kiyomasa actually laughed.
"I'm the lucky one," he said. "Not her."
Haru frowned. "That's objectively wrong. In fact, from any angle I see, Mom was the one who lucked out."
"It might look like that." Kiyomasa agreed. "But, I feel blessed she is my partner."
Haru clicked his tongue, changing the subject. "Still jealous of your white hair. Neither me nor nee-chan got it."
Kiyomasa glanced at him. "Periwinkle suits you better."
"…What."
"It's softer," Kiyomasa said quietly. "The kind of colour that makes people lower their guard without realising it. I think that's why it fits you better than white ever could."
Haru felt his ears heat up. "…Stop." His dad saying such things with a straight face and sincere words was too much for him to handle.
Kiyomasa chuckled. "Just like your mother," he said. "Way too easy to tease."
***
Home smelled like instant noodles and a familiar feeling that made Haru feel at ease.
Sayaka was sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV.
"Done with OPM?" Haru asked, dropping his bag. "You were on Season Three."
She nodded without looking away. "Peak. You should watch it," she added. "One of the best of the last few years."
Haru narrowed his eyes. Something about her tone felt off—but he let it go.
"On another note, don't you think I am more like Saitama. I could things end with one punch, too."
"You're more like Megumi," Haru shot back. "Always ready to be the suicide bomber."
Sayaka finally looked at him. "…Rude. I am not like that bum."
"Anyway, what are we having for dinner? Dad said that he has some work to do, so he won't make dinner."
"Well, I will leave that decision to you. Nejire would be back by 9, and she wants dinner as soon as she comes, because she needs to leave early tomorrow." Sayaka said without looking back.
Haru blinked. "Hold up. I ain't gonna make dinner."
Sayaka turned back. "Why?"
"I... I just came back home for the first time, after the summer camp and then getting kidnapped, you want me to make dinner!?"
"Did you suffer some psychological damage during your time?" Her mother suddenly asked.
"...No?" Haru was confused why she asked that.
"So, no physical or mental damage. Then, you seem alright to make dinner."
"..." Haru was truly dumbfounded.
"Make sure to take a bath properly before making dinner."
"Wait, why don't you make dinner?"
Sayaka scratched her hair. "I don't want to leave the couch. It's so comfortable."
"..." 'When do you even feel not comfortable on the couch?'
Generally, Sayaka makes lunch and sometimes dinner. Kiyomasa makes other meals, despite working as a pro-hero, unlike his wife.
Cleaning and other chores are mainly done through robots that are kept in the house.
"Mom, I don't want to make either. I am not really in the mood."
"Alright. Then, just order food."
"...Fine."
***
After coming out of the bath, Haru sprawled on another big sofa, watching TV.
"So, what were those tendrils that I saw?"
Haru directly demonstrated his quirk. The tendrils extended from him—bluish-black.
"They are extensions of me, I guess? Anything they touch is equivalent to me touching things."
Sayaka leaned forward, eyes sharp.
"…Those look like tentacles."
"…They're not," Haru said flatly.
She smirked. "First, my boy liked to touch people. Now he's got tentacles."
Haru felt dread.
"He's really walking the path of a hentai protagonist."
"…You're too cultured," Haru muttered.
Sayaka laughed, loud and unashamed.
"Still, I am jealous."
"???" Haru looked at her with a confused gaze. 'She's jealous of me having tentacles?'
"Can't you just create those to connect to T.V remote or other things? You can do most of the things while lying down."
Haru's eyes widened in shock. "...Right. This makes things so much easier." Other than genes, Haru had inherited his mother's laziness, too.
***
2 Days later.
"Mom...you shouldn't be lying down like this." Haru facepalmed.
On the adjacent couch, two people were seated in formal wear.
Shota Aizawa and Toshinori Yagi.
His mother wasn't sitting, but just lying down with her one hand propped up to support her head, as she looked at them.
"Haha. It's alright, Haru-shonen. Your mother has been like this since the beginning." Toshinori said.
"Yeah, I am very familiar with both of them, so it's fine." Sayaka supported his statement.
"Both?" Haru looked at Aizawa. He could understand All Might, but how was his teacher connected to his mom?
"Shota was my student when I taught at U.A. Did I not tell you that?" His mom nonchalantly said.
Haru's eyes widened in shock. It looked like his eye would pop out of his socket.
"This woman...can teach?"
Aizawa didn't feel surprised when Haru asked him that. "Well, it might not look like it when you know her."
"Hey!"
Aizawa continued. "But, she could teach."
Haru didn't look convinced.
"For reference. She is a slightly better teacher than All Might."
All Might felt attacked. However, before he could protest, Haru beat him to it.
"That's not saying much. I guess, it can be true."
'Am I really a bad teacher?' All Might decided that after returning home, the first thing he would do would research some teaching methods to confirm these allegations.
"Did you guys just come to slander me here?" Sayaka butted in on the conversation.
"Well... it was about the kidnapping."
Sayaka waved her hand. "That's alright. Given the situation, you guys couldn't do anything. It's natural for him to face these things when he is going into a dangerous career like this." She calmly said.
'That's not what you said 3 days ago!' Shota wanted to say that, but his rationality won, keeping his mouth shut.
"Moreover," Sayaka bonked Haru on the head. "It's his fault for being so weak. He just lazes around all day. If he had taken his training more seriously, it wouldn't have happened."
Haru held his head. "Mom, you are the one to talk. I was just copying your way of living."
He got another bonk.
"Do you have any shame in saying that you were copying the way of living of a retired middle-aged lady?"
"Kids learn from their parents."
"I don't see any good quality of your father in you. And don't give me the excuse of him working all the time or anything. He is always at home."
Toshinori and Shota stared blankly at the son and mother arguing, their faces expressionless.
Shota cleared his throat. "About the dorms..."
"Right. I agree. Though I wanted to ask if this applies to third-years, too?"
Shota nodded. "Yes, though we plan to send the mail regarding that next week."
"Alright."
After some more small talk, both teachers were prepared to leave.
"I have something to talk about with you two. Let's talk in my office." Kiyomasa took them to the first floor.
Haru also started trailing behind them; however, before he could take a few steps, he got hugged from behind.
"Where are you going, baby? Are you already happy that you are moving out?"