A phone call is what it takes to get Dad to leave his office with me tailing him, having heard part of the conversation and seeing the concern in his eyes. Something happened at the camp, something bad.

I didn't even properly put my shoes on as I followed him out the door, just left the slippers behind and grabbed my shoes. "Dad, what happened?" I ask him in a more commanding tone than usual as soon as we started driving off.

"The camp was attacked." he tells me, keeping his eyes on the road "I don't have much information, but Toya is at the hospital at his insistence, and Shoto wasn't allowed to go with him and is at the school."

An attack, again. "Was it the League again?" If it was, Imma have a nice talking to with Shigaraki.

"I'm assuming so, they didn't give me much information." Dad huffs.

Okay, they're alive. But Toya's baby- God I hope it's unharmed.

The drive is antagonizing, not knowing if Toya is alright or if there's something wrong with the baby. I mean, I'm sure Keigo is either on his way there or is there now.

Almost as soon as we get to the school, I fly out of the car. Dad yelled at me to wait, not that I needed to. I carry my student ID in my phone case so that I always have it and to keep prying eyes out of my backpack.

"Shoto." is my only word, after I practically slammed the classroom door open, probably startling those that were there. I don't give a fuck.

He gets up from his desk and walks over, giving me a hug "I'm okay Sis, I'm okay." he says softly as I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his shoulder.

"I know, just-" breath Azula, he's fine, he's safe.

"Azula, Shoto. Let's go." Dad states behind me "Your stuff is already in the car."

"Alright." Shoto states before he hoists me up, carrying me out to the car.

"Any word on Toya?" Shoto asks. Both of us in the back because I am being a bit of a wuss and need to hold his hand to make sure he's still here.

"Not yet. All I got is the address." Dad answers, causing Shoto to squeeze my hand. Toya, please be okay.

"Toya!" Shoto says as we get to his room, Keigo is sitting on the bed with his husband, who is sitting up and holding the other's hand.

"Azula, Shoto. Who did you get here so fast?" Toya asks before stating "You better not have driven him here Azula."

"I didn't! Dad did." I huff, going over to give Toya a tight hug.

"Hey, I'm fine Azula." he says "Come here Shoto."

I feel Shoto come over, arms around both of us before feeling Toya place a kiss on the top of my head.

Someone clears their throat behind us, myself half expecting it to be a doctor or nurse when I turn around. But no.

"How the hell did you get here first Azula?" Natsuo asks, his arms folded while Fuyumi gives both Shoto and Toya tight hugs and makes sure they're okay.

"Uh Dad. I was in his office when he got the call." I shrug.

"Fuyumi, I'm fine." I hear Toya insist "Believe me, I'm unharmed."

His wording, I look over at Keigo. Did something happen to the baby? "Says the one sitting on a hospital bed." our sister counters.

"I promise, I just needed to check something."

"Which I got the results for." a woman with electric pink hair and a lab coat "I understand you four are his siblings, but for legal reasons I would like to speak with Mr. and Mr. Takami first."

"Sure thing." Natsuo replies, his arm around my shoulder leading me towards the door.

"I hope it's nothing too bad." Fuyumi rubs her hand over her biceps in worry.

"I'm sure he's fine. It's Onii-chan after all." Natsuo assures her, putting an arm around her shoulder. I feel my twin's hand take mine and give it a squeeze.

The door opens and the doctor steps out "You can go back in." she smiles.

"What did you need to check?" Shoto asks, tilting his head a little. Both Keigo and Toya look a little relieved with an manila envelope on the nightstand.

"It's nothing bad, just that, er-" Keigo glances at Toya who gives a sigh.

"I'm pregnant." Toya announces.

Cue Fuyumi and Shoto going into shock. "Oh my god! How far along are you?" Fuyumi immediately asks.

"Almost four months now. The reason why I insisted on coming to the hospital." he answers.

"And you didn't tell us sooner." Shoto remarks.

Toya rubs his neck as his husband answers "We wanted to, but it kinda kept getting pushed aside and we wanted those ultrasound pictures too which finding a doctor that'll see us and not spill to the media is a whole 'nother animal."

"I started a list." I admit "Would be easier if I was using a computer to compare them all, but I got a list that has worked with Pro Heroes and the like. Just need to check to their stance with the LGBTQ+ community then better compare reviews and such."

"When the hell did you start that?" Toya asks.

"After dinner." I shrug. I had to do something while trying to out-stubborn Dad into eating. "I could send what I got to ya if you want so that you two can take a look." I offer.

—

"You sure you got the okay to hang out? I mean, I know it was your brothers that were attacked and you can whoop ass, but." Hitoshi asks, holding my hand. All the news has been talking about how UA's Hero Course was attacked yet again, this time the winner of the Sports Festival, Bakugo Katsuki, was kidnapped. Of course causing the public uproar, especially since Erasurehead gave the students permission to fight back using their quirks.

"Relax, I got the okay. Besides, you're wanting to do training and I know the best place to do it."

"And you sure they'll let me in? I've been rejected before." he states.

"Definitely, without a doubt." I smile. After all, they let a very stubborn six year-old start her training here.

"Hi, are you two hoping to registar?" the guy at the front desk.

"He might, I'm needing to renew." I smile, handing him the six year old card.

"Let's see then." he types up the information into the computer before muttering "Jesus, that's a lot of hours."

"Energetic child." I reason though that wasn't the exact reason.

"Luckily you weren't deactivated so there's no fee to renew your card and I can set your friend up with a visitor pass for today."

"Awesome, thank you." I smile taking my boyfriend over to the actual dojo area.

"Woah." there's quite a few here today, but I don't see her.

"Alright, the locker room is over there, get changed and meet me back over here, 'kay?" I state, handing him a lock for his stuff before I go into the women's changing room.

"Alright, what's first?" Hitoshi asks, coming out of the changing room in a muscle shirt and basketball shorts.

"First some stretches and then warm-ups before I figure out what your current limits are." I tell him.

"Limit how many punches I can take?"

"Nah; more of flexibility, how much you can lift and that sort."

I lead him over to a less crowded corner to get the stretches done, myself taking note of the men in the middle platform talking and glancing in our direction.

"Okay," we're now over by the dumbells "grab a pair that you can lift with minimal resistance." I tell my boyfriend, myself grabbing a pair of 12.5 kilo (27.6 pounds). Normally I'd have to use the adjustable one to get a good weight, but it's been a hot minute, nor do I want Hitoshi to feel too self-conscious. "And be honest, I don't want you to pull a muscle before we can even get started."

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

"Shouldn't you take the same advice, princess." for the love-

"I think I'd know how much I can lift, so why don't you fuck off." I state, not looking at him. The guy scoffs, walking off.

"What's his deal?" Hitoshi is now standing next to me, almost in a protective manner.

"Probably doesn't realize that I can probably lift as much as him." I shrug, I mean I'm more lean muscle wise unlike All Might and Endeavor but I could deadlift 90 kilos (198.4 pounds) just before the Sports Festival.

"Let's get started." I smile.

We start with ten reps of curl ups per arm before swapping to punches with the weights still in hand. Then some push-up that we pull one hand of weight up to our chest before going back down.

"Damn," Hitoshi huffs, "definitely more intense than what I'm used to."

I give a chuckle as I hand him a water bottle "Let's take ten before we do the next set."

We sit down against the wall just as I see a familiar face walk in followed by another one that I didn't expect to see here. Then that guy that was bothering me walks over to them before either of them can go and change. The bastard starts talking to the first person that walked in, a woman with vibrant purple hair. She looks pissed but the guy she walked in with, taller than me with white spike-ish hair, has his arm in front of her to keep her from whooping ass.

I give a sigh before standing up "Watch our stuff real quick." I tell Hitoshi.

"What are ya gonna do?" he asks.

I give him a smirk "Imma make sure that bastard knows he picked the wrong place to be an ass at." before walking over.

"Here I thought your concern of my choice in weights was in good heart aside from calling me a princess." I remark "Clearly you're an idiot."

The bastard is about 15 centimeters (about 5 inches) taller than me, doesn't really mean shit, with more defined muscles that also doesn't mean shit.

Now, the woman gives a slight smirk as the guy with her shakes his head. Not that the idiot noticed because he is looking at me "Sweetheart, why don't ya get back to your boy toy before you get hurt." he smiles like he's doing me a favor.

Ya know, I'm starting to really hate guys calling me sweetheart and such. "I'd say the same to you, but I doubt any guy'd want you as their bottom."

The woman gave a snort while the guy next to her eyes went wide in surprise. But my target doesn't say shit, just frothing at the mouth, so I keep going "I mean, there's nothing wrong with being a bottom. Bet a good size cock bustin' up your insides probably feel great. Not that I'd know." I shrug "I'd have to ask your mom."

"Why you little bitch." the growls before throwing a punch.

"Ooo too slow, and I prefer cold-hearted bitch." I had barely moved out of the way of his fist. I mean, what's he gonna do? Whoop my ass? He just looks tough, doubt he could win in a proper fight. Not against me at least.

After a bit of a stare off and me changing my look to one I learned from Dabi, the guy huffs out of the dojo.

Only to then be tackled in a hug by the woman "Ooo Azula! I didn't think you'd be here!" she squeals, tightening the hug.

"That was stupid, Azula, even for you." the guy, being none other than Natsuo, states, shaking his head.

"Would you rather it been her?" I ask as I notice Hitoshi walking over.

"Debatable."

"It would've been easy." Damatachi smiles.

A hand on my lower back keeps me in the conversation mentally as Hitoshi introduces himself.

"The boy toy right?" Damatachi snorts "Just messin' with ya. Damatachi Kamaitsu, Kamai for short."

"I'm Natsuo, Azula's older brother."

"Geez, how many siblings do you have?" Hitoshi asks.

"Not my fault Dad has a breeding kink or something of that nature." I roll my eyes as Damatachi busts a gut.

"There's only one other that you haven't met yet, our older sister Fuyumi." I then answer Hitoshi's question.

The four of us go back to where Hitoshi and I were to do/finish our work outs. I'm mostly figuring out Hitoshi's stamina levels, seeing how long he can push himself until his body says stop.Ensuring short breaks in between every few sets or when he starts getting fatigue from the reps.

—

"How the fuck are you still standing?" Hitoshi asks, leaning against me as we ride the train back.

"I've done worse. Besides, I'm more used to working out for long periods of time compared to you." I half shrug. I mean I do feel a little tired, but nothing unbearable.

Unless I sit down, then I'll be about as tired as him. But that's mostly from lack of sleep.

"Do you want to come over? Everyone went on a cruise so we won't see Asahi."

"Sure." I need to get some sleep before I go to the League.