Daichi walked inside of the grandeur home of his family. The spacious central room the middle ground for people working for this event to go back and forth to different rooms per his grandmother's request.

Great-Grandmother, he shall clarify. He knows that some acquaintances of his will forever be confused and appalled at the idea that his great-grandmother was at the ripe age of 58- Yeah. You read that correctly. 58 years of age. While your great-grandmother most likely lived during The Great Depression, Daichi's lived and thrived during The Age Of Disco.

"Ah, Mister Sato!" Daichi jumped out of his skin, snapping out of his small daze. He pulled his gaze to the young man who was currently carrying a porcelain vase with a large plant inside that extended up a few feet above both of their heads.

"Uh, hey?" Daichi awkwardly replied, unable to fully see the young man's face amid the greenery. "Lady Sato is in the kitchen if you are looking for her!"

"Oh okay, thanks!" He hurriedly thanked him as the young man quickly, with long strides, disappeared with the large plant into a different room.

His green eyes blinked a few times, eyelashes fluttering. It looked like none of the helpers- Well workers, have any time to chat with him like they usually would when he had lived here.

He walked down the hallways, having memorized the location of the kitchen that his grandmother liked the most. Because that is where the most sweets were created, leaving the room in a permanent state of amazing smells like cakes, pastries, gelatin, cotton candy, moon cakes- And so much more. If the woman had a choice, she would easily just move into the kitchen and just live out the rest of her days there.

Speaking of the demon, there she stood, speaking to one of the social media managers that Daichi failed to remember the name of.

"G-Ma. Your favorite is here!" The woman turned around, seeing her great-grandmother heading towards her with a kind smile on his face despite his ego-ridden words.

"ChiChi! Look at that horrible mop on that head of yours! Are you ever going to get it cut!" Immediately her attention was drawn to his unruly dark hair that seemed to frame his face to look more appealing. Daichi chuckled at the nickname he has gained from her.

"ChiChi? You are still on about that?"

"Yes now hush, let me call your father's stylist so you can look very nice for the event." A low groan escaped from the bottom of his throat. The nearby female worker (not the social media manager) could feel her cheeks grow hot after hearing the sound.

"I don't need a haircut-"

"If you aren't going to take care of it, then it needs to be snipped snipped!" She retorted quickly. Daichi could only roll his eyes at her, a small chuckle escaping him.

"I mean I showered, so it is being taken care of."

"I'm glad to know that you didn't arrive here without proper hygiene- However that is far from the point. You are beginning to look like a hick singer instead of a pop singer." Daichi furrowed his brows at her in confusion. 'Hick... Singer...?' He thought.

"I'm not even categorized in pop, G-Ma." He defended, ignoring her earlier comment about this 'Hick' thing. He didn't know what it was.

"You sound like pop to me." Ow, right in the musical heart!

"Lady Sato, may we please continue?" G-Ma blinked as she turned back to the manager, who was going slightly more annoyed at the older woman.

"Oh, my apologies. Daichi dear- Your father will be arriving soon so please be sure to get that ring from him so you can wear it tonight!"

"The topaz one?"

"Yes!" She agreed instantly. "Now go!" Not wanting to be caught up in- Whatever she and her manager were speaking about, or to be at the blunt end of his grandmother's burning remarks. Daichi left the kitchen, deciding to walk through the halls to occupy himself until his father arrived.

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"Look at this one Sho! This looks nice!" Fuyumi told her brother as she held out another suit she had pulled from his closet. Honestly, Shoto didn't even know he had that one in his possession. Or the ones before that.

"A suit is a suit, black and white, nothing fancy or different."

"This one has stripes though!" He cringed at the thought of him wearing the striped pattern with the uncomfortable suit. Yeah, no thanks. His disproving look was a dead giveaway to his older sister as she turned back around and continued to surf through his closet.

Fuyumi was already ready for her own plans for New Years, wearing a simple dark navy blue dress with black short pumps as shoes, a white overcoat over the long dress that flared out at the bottom of her ankles. She looked like their mother at that moment.

"Maybe Natsu will have something?" He heard her mutter as she defeatedly continued to look. Shoto sighed, getting up from his spot on his bed to take her place in the closet.

"Go finish getting yourself ready. I got this."

"A-Are you sure? Cause I don't mind-" He smiled at her with a small nod. "Yeah. Plus if you continue like this I will be arriving at the party when the clock strikes twelve." Fuyumi hummed softly in agreement, knowing that was bound to happen if the two kept up with this.

"Okay, fine. I will try and call you to wish you Happy New Years!" Fuyumi told him before she left his room. Shoto sighed in relief, a soft smile playing on his lips as he turned to survey the options Fuyumi had left on his bed.

He didn't know for sure himself on which one to wear, this was supposed to be a charity event for something, while also being a thank-you party/end of the year party. Everyone that was invited had previously donated in the past years. Shoto didn't care enough to ask for the name of the organization his father randomly, out of nowhere, unknown to their knowledge, donated to frequently enough to be invited to something like this every year. He just wanted to be in and out, stay there for an hour, and then just leave back home to watch the Ball Drop by himself. This year, was to be one of the first years he wasn't going to in the presence of others to watch it drop. Fuyumi and National had plans, his father was out on a late patrol that won't be done until the early hours of the morning, he couldn't be with his mother or call her...

He could ask Midoriya or Iida if they wanted to come over and watch it with him, but that would take their time out with their own families. He couldn't do that to them. The two had such loving families, he wished for them to be with them during such an amazing moment. He wouldn't be able to bear it if he were to find out he was the cause of a family breaking apart...

Shoto shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket. If he couldn't decide on what to wear, maybe Honey could? They were quite stylish, more into fashion than he was. So the choice of which suit should be easy for them to decide on. Would cut down on the time he had left before the cab arrived for him to take him to the party.

He took a quick wide view picture of his option before sending the photo, adding a little, -which one?- to the text.

While he waited for the reply he scrolled through Twitter, liking and retweeting tweets he would see pop up on his timeline, rarely replying to any. Before he remembered he would reply to any tweet no matter what it was, he thinks it was one of the reasons he managed to get to 20k followers, pretty large for a Stan account, because people just saw him everywhere and decided to follow.

The blue message bar flared at the bottom of his screen, leaving him to tap on it, showing that Honey had replied.

-Mix three, blue tie, dark button-up shirt, grey vest, white trousers, and white overcoat. Wear either black and brown dress shoe loafers.-

He blinked at the reply, eyes flickering to the clothes on his bed in thought. Honey must have really had a knack for this when he could so easily feel the confidence radiate off of Honey's text- Besides that. He shook his head, sending a quick, -thanks honey- in reply.

He dresses himself in what Honey told him too, finishing off his look with the tie, wrapping it around his neck, one end being lightly pulled to be longer than the other before tying.

He grabbed his phone from off of the bed, checking the time before leaving the room. The car should be there soon.

He walked out into the empty halls of the house, Natsuo and Fuyumi seeming to have already left. Enji had left hours prior. He was alone in this big house again for the time being.

He filled up a glass of water, sipping on it as he waited, tapping his foot. 'Only for an hour, talk to the bare minimum of people, then you can leave.' He told himself, eyes glossing across the kitchen. He didn't like being in here too much, and for good reason.

He lightly touched his left cheekbone, feeling the soft roughness of the scar that was inflicted up in him when he was young. At least now he was on good terms with his mother... He made a small mental note to take a picture of himself later to show her the next time he goes and visits. He fondly remembers her always loving to dress him up in stuff like this.

He placed the now empty glass into the sink before heading outside, locking the front door up with the security system, inputting the password before turning around and walking over to the approaching car, waiting until it came to a stop being climbing into the back seat.

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On the other end, Daichi winced, accidentally stabbing himself for the third time as he put his earrings back in, slipping the back onto them to keep them from falling out. Just regular black studs, he wasn't planning on wearing real diamonds or anything- But he did cave into G-Ma's demands when it came to wearing more jewelry than he usually did. About three more chains were hanging from his neck that weighed him down, made him feel like by the end of the night that he was permanently in a slouched position with his neck sore.

He wasn't looking forward to that as he finished putting on his silver Rolex, softly rolling his eyes as he playfully mocked his grandmother, "...Wear an expensive watch! Your wrists are so tiny might as well mask them!" Yeah, thanks G-Ma.

Daichi put on a few more rings and a woven gold bracelet on his right hand, blowing an annoyed raspberry. Okay, he liked jewelry and looking nice, but this was a bit much for him. He was glad that she didn't say anything about putting him into a suit.

A few minutes later he was back out in the open, the first of the guests beginning to arrive. He walked around, searching for his grandmother only to see her having fun with their guests, talking, and laughing with them. About what he hadn't a clue about.

He approached them, softly waving at the group she was speaking to before turning his attention solely on G-Ma. "Is Dad coming?"

"Sadly no. Not tonight. Unfortunately, it was that time again." Daichi frowned, sighing heavily, briefly glancing at the group of people. They weren't paying attention. Good.

"How long?"

"Hasn't had enough time recently. It was getting quite bad so he needed to go tonight before it piled up and made things worse." G-Ma kept it vague, knowing that the group she was speaking to earlier could still be listening in. G-Ma snapped her fingers, remembering something.

"Which reminds me! How have you been doing?" He knew what she hinted at. The snapping of her fingers was a signal.

"Been doing okay. Was planning for next weekend after everything cools down from the press." G-Ma grinned, moving her hand up to Daichi's dark locks, moving some of his bangs back into place how she likes it.

"Good boy. Can you go and greet more of the guests?" Daichi nodded, sending a quick smile to the group of guests next to them with a slight bow of his head before leaving to socially interact.

To Be continued

For whatever reason, this chapter took so much longer to finish. -Golden