Kiyo exited the station, ignoring an irate Bakugo in the process as he glared after her as they parted ways. Their internship had been uneventful and Bakugo seemed to have learned his lesson and backed off after Kiyo had nearly frozen him to death. She didn't make it far before she heard a car horn blare at her.

Turning her glowing heterochromatic orbs in the direction the sound had come from she let out a loud sigh as she spotted a familiar van. It belonged to one of the nuisances who'd tried to abduct her. Kiyo let out an audible groan and began rubbing her temples. She looked at the van again and was surprised to see an older woman in the passenger seat smiling at her brightly. Her expression softened as she remembered he'd told her before his mother had been diagnosed with cancer.

"Hey Scary Girl!" The driver waved over at her with a grin.

"Hello." Kiyo replied tonelessly.

"Need a lift?" He asked.

"No." She answered bluntly.

His mother rolled her window down and waved over to her, "I heard so much about you, thank you young lady, for setting my boy and his friends on the right path. They're good kids, honestly, they just get lost sometimes."

Kiyo nodded and offered her a polite smile. "No thanks necessary."

"What a sweet girl." The older woman smiled fondly.

Kiyo offered her a polite bow of her head, "have a good day." She bid them farewell and headed for home.

On her way, a window display caught her eye. The display belonged to a cute little shop with all sorts of odds and ends. The front window display had a bunch of My Neighbor Totoro merchandise. There were plushies, bento boxes, chopsticks, stationary and so many other things with Totoro and Catbus. She thought of Pony and how excited she was when they got to watch Totoro at Kendo's house. Glancing around, almost as if she were afraid to be seen, she ducked into the store. There was a shelf with all the merchandise from the window display right at the front of the store.

Kiyo picked up a Totoro bento box, chopsticks and lunch wrap. She thought of bringing Pony lunch and gifting her the Totoro supplies knowing the bubbly girl would be overjoyed. Just thinking of her reaction brought a smile to Kiyo's face. As she was about to head to the counter to pay for her purchases, she spotted a cute squashy Totoro plush and sighed before tucking it under her arm, adding it to her purchases.

The cashier smiled knowingly at the nervous expression on the teen's face, "oh, shopping for a crush?" She asked.

Kiyo felt her cheeks redden. "Uh-..." She stammered uselessly as she fumbled with her wallet and handed the cashier some money. "...I guess..."

"How cute." The cashier smiled and handed her the change before carefully bagging everything up. "I hope they like them. Have a good day dear."

"Th-thank you. You too." Kiyo murmured nervously as she accepted her change and the carefully packaged bag before scurrying out of the store.

As she arrived at the Todoroki estate, she saw her father and her twin seeming to have ended a rather tense discussion. They both turned to look at her as she stepped through the front door. Kiyo inclined one perfectly manicured frosty brow at them in return. Her glowing eyes flicked to her twin, taking note of fresh bandages wrapped around his left forearm and a small bandage beneath his left eye.

"It's fine." Her father remarked in response to her inclined brow thinking she was inquiring about the tense atmosphere.

"I didn't ask." Kiyo shrugged as she kicked off her shoes and headed for the laundry room to wash the clothes she'd brought with her.

"You really should have interned at my agency." Her father halted her.

"Your precious masterpiece definitely wouldn't have gotten hurt if I had." Kiyo quipped back icily, tossing her long frosty hair over her shoulder as she left the room. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a little.

Shoto frowned and followed his twin to the laundry room. He stood in the doorway, giving her space since she seemed more prone to lashing out at others. "How did your internship go?" He asked curiously before glancing at the shopping bag she was very obviously trying to stuff in her backpack once her clothes were out of it so it was out of view. He decided against commenting on it at that exact moment as she seemed very much to want to hide whatever it was.

"Uneventful." Kiyo replied in a bored tone as she finished stuffing her purchase into her backpack and turned to begin a load of laundry, "do you have anything that needs thrown in?" She asked.

"I'll get it later." He replied, though he hadn't done the laundry before, one of his siblings usually took care of it.

Kiyo smirked, "that ought to be amusing."

Shoto frowned.

Kiyo sighed, she was misplacing her aggression again, "go get it, I'll do it."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Shoto's lips, "show me how?"

"As long as it doesn't take all day, hurry up." She waved him away with a huff.

Shoto nodded and went to get his laundry feeling oddly happy that his twin was willing to spend some time with him. Since she'd always been fairly robotic and closed off he'd never really known how much she'd been hurting deep down. Now that he knew, he wanted to try to mend their relationship.

"Did you learn anything useful during your internship?" Her father's voice sounded from the doorway once her twin had left.

Kiyo didn't bother casting a glance in his direction as she got out the detergent and fabric softener. She wanted to throw a snappy retort at him, along the lines of 'more than I would have at your agency' but it wasn't true so she wouldn't say it. "...no..." Was all the response she gave.

"I could have told you that." Her father huffed, "you should have interned with your brother at my agency."

"So I could have gotten hurt instead?" Kiyo pondered stealing a glance in her father's direction, curious to see if he'd wished that were the case.

"If you'd have been there perhaps no one would have gotten injured." He responded, his face revealed nothing, no deceit, no manipulation, he was being sincere.

Kiyo tore her gaze away, ignoring him.

Realizing she was done responding to him, Endeavor let out an aggravated sigh but managed to keep his temper in check. He'd talked to his secretary who had a teenager of her own, and asked for some advice. He didn't remember any of his other children giving him this much trouble, though he'd been absent for most of their upbringing. She told him to try giving Kiyo some space, he knew it was probably the best thing to do as he only seemed to anger her when he was in her presence of late.

He cleared his throat, "I'm glad you're home safe." He grumbled awkwardly before taking his leave. As he walked away a bittersweet memory drifted across his mind's eye of little Kiyo running into his office with a big grin holding a picture she'd drawn in crayon. It had been quite good for a six year old. He could clearly tell what everything was supposed to be in the picture. It was a picture of the two of them fighting a villain. As the memory faded his heart constricted in his chest, he'd let that little girl down, so many times.

Kiyo watched her father as he retreated, looking a little forlorn. She didn't have much time to ponder it as Shoto returned and threw her a curious look. He'd seen their father making his exit and expected Kiyo to be livid, but she seemed oddly pensive.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

Kiyo nodded and reached out to stop him from dumping everything into the washing machine. "You need to separate some things, you can't just throw everything in all at once or you'll end up with pink socks."

They spent about ten minutes going over how to do laundry. Kiyo was oddly thorough in her explanation and included exact measurements for detergent and fabric softener per load depending on how many garments were in each load. Shoto listened to her extremely scientific and mathematical explanation with a small smile and nodded along. Once the lesson was over, Kiyo carefully picked up her backpack and turned to go.

Shoto stopped her, "what's in the bag?"

"What bag?" Kiyo frowned.

"The bag you seemed really desperate to hide in your backpack." Shoto noted.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kiyo grumbled, her cheeks flushing with color before quickly taking her leave.