The Dragon & The Kitsune.

Chapter 72 - Rhyki.

The rest of the week, school was closed due to the attempted kidnapping at the camp and Nezu had once again dealt with the media, the annoying hero commission, and on top that, he had dorms being rapidly built, turning UA into a boarding school, more for protection, considering how far some had to actually travel every day to attend the institute, so it made sense. It was now Saturday, and no one had seen or heard from Izuku since he had locked himself in his Creator lab to work on some private stuff with Nezu, except they had received goodnight and good morning messages but nothing else. Rhyki grumbled, still half asleep, and rubbed her hands over her face as she headed into the kitchen, snagging the coffee that was passed over from her dad. She took a sip of the piping hot liquid and sighed contentedly as it burned down her throat. She settled at the kitchen table, gaze on the clock on the counter and saw it was 8.30am, and then a plate full of delicious food was slid in front of her. Her gaze shifted upwards to lock with black orbs.

"Thank you." She uttered.
"No worries. You got any plans for today?" More plates and hot drinks were quickly dished up, and just in time, as the Ragtags tumbled in, wiping sleep from their eyes. Everyone had slept over last night, piling in her room, all squished together in both beds. The girls in one, the guys in the other. Kirishima had made the most of pretty much curling himself around Izuku's main pillow, and everyone wore a t-shirt of his, as they missed the man, paired with slightly baggy shorts made by Momo. Izuku hadn't even slept at home, which fucking sucked. Sure, they understood as to why, but didn't mean they liked it.

"I'm not sure yet. Have you heard anything from Izuku?" She asked, as everyone sat down. She asked as none of them had gotten a good morning text this morning. Either he was asleep, or already working hard and wasn't even realising the time - knowing her brother, it was the latter.
"Thanks for the food." The group mumbled as they saw their breakfasts. It was only a simple English fry-up taken clearly from Izuku's worldwide breakfast recipe book, but not the damn point. She fucking loved this. Her dad grabbed a stool and perched on the end, his own food and drink in hand. Another plate was beside him, taking up the last seat of the large table, opposite her, which was usually Izuku's space, when they heard the front door open and close. Who could that be?

"In answer to your question, no, I haven't heard from Izuku, but I have already heard briefly from Nezu this morning." He answered.
"Oh?" Everyone was listening, but quietly eating. Her aunt Nemuri walked in, dressed in simple leggings, a cream coloured t-shirt with a light pink jumper that was unzipped. She settled at the table, after giving a kiss to the top of her head and bumping her shoulder softly with Aizawa's.
"Morning everyone." She smiled at the group.
"Morning aunt Nem." They returned, smiling too. When out of her hero persona, she was just Aunt Nem to them. They were literally a tight knit family group.
"As you were saying, dad?" Rhyki glanced at her dad as she shoved a strip of bacon into her mouth with some toast. Fuck, that was good. More so after putting some of Izuku's homemade BBQ sauce on to it as well, after she'd snagged the bottle of it away from Kaminari, who smiled sheepishly at her. Their electric baby was obsessed and quite addicted with the stuff.

"Right, well like I said, I've heard from Nezu, who had returned to UA for a bit to check on everything going on there. He's had Izuku working on some things to help protect the school more apparently, but won't say what exactly, as the less people who know what it is, the better. All I know is that he should be finished sometime today." He replied, before finishing the last of his food.
"Will he be back in time for dinner?"
"Not sure. You know what Izuku is like once he truly gets stuck into something. But I was thinking of paying him a visit." Nemuri uttered as she had also finished her meal.
"Can we come with you too please, auntie?" Mina requested.
"I wouldn't expect anything less darling. Sho, are you coming too?"

"Not today. Just tell that giant problem nephew of mine to get bloody home and not overwork himself like he does at times." They chuckled at his answer. Once they'd all nearly finished, they just relaxed against the padded bench seating, sipping the last of their drinks, while enjoying the contently peaceful atmosphere. Well, almost. As Pyro decide that was a perfect time to slam into her head, grumbling about wanting out, and she grunted from the sudden spike of pain, making them peer at her in worry. She waved her hand in dismissal, before letting the beast out, making them understand why. Within seconds, a tiny dragon appeared, eagerly curling herself around Katsuki's shoulders and rubbing her head into his cheek lovingly with pretty much hearts in her orange orbs. Katsuki chuckled and patted the side of her scalp, careful of her horns, before handing her the last bite of his breakfast, being bacon, egg and toast, which was gobbled quickly and got a dragon kiss to the cheek in return.