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I did that to my friend the other day and it was, in fact, amusing

Dabi *on the phone with Hawks*: turn around.

Dabi: no, the other way.

Dabi: God dammit birdy, the other way.

Dabi: turn around again.

Hawks: Dabi where the fuck are you!?

Dabi: oh, I'm not there yet, but the thought of you aimlessly turning around in circles amuses me.

Shinyyy ✨

read the entire thing is actually so cute… I LOVE dabihawks/hotwings and now no one can talk me out of it

constantly thinking about how birds see color more vividly than humans do, and not only do they see color more vividly, they see colors that humans can’t due to having extra color cones in their retina.

so when keigo looks at dabi, he can’t imagine how anyone wouldn’t find him beautiful. not only is he covered in shiny jewelry (which in and of itself is enough to captivate his instincts) but his whole body is a mesmerizing mosaic of alluring colors and shades and sometimes when he looks at him, it’s hard for him to ever look away.

and then you have dabi. dabi who has spent the past decade being sneered at and scorned for his scars. based off the ridicule he’s heard a million times now for his appearance, he’s unable to take keigo seriously when he confesses how absolutely stunning dabi looks to him. his first instinct is to assume he’s just buttering him up to gain trust or making a joke of his scars. dabi scoffs and dismisses his feelings because he doesn’t believe that the hero is serious — because how could he be? outside the league, everyone who had taken a single glance at him labelled him a monster, a walking nightmare. no, the hero was just playing him. that had to be all.

until one day, the league is gathered in the PLF mansion’s common room. the rest of the league members are scattered about, playing video games, watching the movie playing on the tv, so on. dabi is seated on the sofa right in front of the window, absently watching the screen as the movie plays. the soft orange-golden glow of the setting sun flutters in through the window, shining onto the villain just right. his piercings and staples glint irresistibly and the colors, the dazzling array of colors dancing across his body set keigo’s instincts into overdrive.

it’s only when dabi’s voice begins to snap him back to reality (“birdie? birdie, what the hell?”) that keigo realizes that he’s been staring straight at dabi for a full ten minutes, pupils as wide as they can go, completely hypnotized by the pure art that dabi is.

dabi himself just cannot believe that a person exists who could look at him for hours when almost everyone else he’s ever encountered over the past ten years couldn’t stand to for even a moment.

Shigaraki Is Stressed (Shigadabi Ship)

.-hi, second fic. Sorry it came out late, was busy yesterday. Hope you follow for more, maybe like? Read on!-

Shigaraki just came back from a long day at work. He had an increase of hero’s in an area, and it was driving him crazy. They were getting closer and closer to the villain hideout, but moving was still underway. ‘I have a lot of work to do…’ Shigaraki thought sadly.

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The League was actually worried about Shigaraki. He was working a lot more than usual, and his working hours tuned into working days really fast. He rarely ever came out of that room. The only time he did come out was to pee, get food, or get more energy drinks. Finally, the lov decided it was time for someone to check on him. “So, who’s going to check on Shigaraki?” Misty man asked. “I’ll do it, I guess.” Dabi replied.

Dabi walked up the stairs to Shigaraki’s room. The door was closed, and he could hear mumbling inside. He knocked. “Hello?” A raspy voice asked as he opened the door. “What are you doing here, Dabi?” As Dabi explained that the league was worried about him, Shigaraki became less and less engaged with his work, until Dabi convinced him to come down for the day. They spent the rest of the night talking and coming up with plans; Together.

First time meeting the League like—

*Shigaraki, scratching*

Dabi: Out of the pure kindness of my heart, I won’t hesitate to drown you in bleach if you have fleas.

*stops scratching*

*starts scratching again*

I love how we all express artistic free will via tormenting Dabi (#bald dabi)

yeah

As his lawyer, I’ve submitted this image on my client’s behalf

him

WE’RE BACK BABYYYY — ♚ 𝕶𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖊 ♚ pt.II

(Pt.I here)

Summary: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗, 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚘, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝— 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 —𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜?

Last chapter introduced Emiko, as well as a bit of her past to better understand her current state of mind. This chapter is shorter than the rest and is the continuation of expressing the conflict Emiko’s facing, as well as making one path visible to her.

The teacher's coffee nearly jumps out of its container at the sudden drop of Emiko’s textbook. 

“You finished a month's worth of material,” She looked him dead in his dumbfounded eyes, nodding along as he spoke. “In a night?”

She confirms with a firm nod. 

“A single night?”

“Yes sir.”

His eyes narrow, and he leans forward on his desk. “You have a month to do it. Are you sure you don’t just want to go over it before you turn it in?”

“Nope, thanks though.” She takes a few steps away, before backtracking for that morning’s assignment and continuing her path. A deep sigh fell from his lips as he hung his head.

Someone had grabbed Emiko’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. She looks back to see Shoto. Her face lights up, before she notices his untamed hair and distraught look.

“Where were you? You can’t just disappear like that.”

“I didn’t feel like fighting yesterday.” she shrugs, but he yanks at her arm trying to pull any bit of seriousness out of her. 

“Then don’t fight. The old man was pissed, and we were all worried. Natsuo said you never stayed at his in the first place.” 

She pulls her arm out of his grip, furrowing her brows. “What is this, an interrogation? I thought you’d have my back. You hate him just as much as I do. I offered for you to come with, y’know.” 

“What do you mean ‘come with’? Come with where, Emiko?”

“Nevermind, just forget it.” she sighs, turning towards the direction of her desk.

“Hey, wait.” He grabs her again, but she doesn’t turn around. “Just- come home after school, alright? We can walk together. You could talk to me too, if you want…” he offers for any sort of support. “I know this week’s rough for you, and I think you might’ve felt like I’m siding with Dad over you.. But last night was horrifying. I don’t care what his motives are, I only want to know that you’re safe, wherever you go.”

She swallows back the lump in her throat, nodding. They stood there for a moment as the last few students flowed in before the bell rang.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Lunch had finally come. Everyone started packing once the bell rang, but she’d been packed for the past half-hour. She’d gotten home late enough to miss dinner and left early enough to avoid confrontation. She’s hungry, to say the least. She was the first out the door, blending in with the hundreds of students. 

“Emi,” Shoto called. “Wait up.”

She turns back to see her brother amongst his group of friends trying to catch up with her. In truth, everyone had wanted to introduce themselves earlier, but she’d been so cold and closed off that they figured she wouldn’t appreciate being bothered too much.

But Yaoyorozu had asked Shoto if they were really related, which made so much more sense to everyone. Who knew he had a sister? No wonder she’s so reclusive and abrasive. Shoto was intimidating at first, they thought. Maybe she’s warmer in person.

“Hey,” she mutters, at a loss for what else to really say. 

“I was wondering if you’d like to join us for lunch.” 

She looked amongst the group. She opened her mouth, but was quickly shut down. 

“Before you say no, I think you’d really like them.” 

She sighs, but nods. 

After some introductions in line, she sat down more familiar with Shoto’s friends. They were nice people, really. They just didn’t seem like her kind of crowd. She’s proud of him though, proud of him for finding a bunch of people to hang out with.

They were both homeschooled ever since they had basic book smarts, probably averaging them to have been pulled out of school around first or second grade. Neither of the two remember. It was so far off and insignificant. She was more or less self educated. She had her own books and resources, but her father just didn’t put as much time or effort into her schooling as he did Shoto’s. 

She’s still smart, though. At most lacking in one or two areas which she wasn’t disciplined enough to endure. The hero ethics textbook was long, and she was convinced that most of those words were made up. But it’d all gotten done and the bit of self-validation it gave her felt nice. 

“I just can’t believe you have a sister,” Uraraka smiled, stuffing her cheeks with curry.

“He didn’t tell you about us?” Emiko’s expression was softer, relaxing into the casual chatter as she poked at her tempura. 

“‘Us’? Todoroki, you have more siblings and never told us?” Yaoyorozu put a hand over her mouth, feigning shock.

“It didn’t seem important.” he shrugs.

“Unimportant?” Emiko quirked a brow. “I’m sure your other three siblings would just love to hear that.”

“Two,” he corrects.

“Huh?”

“Two other siblings.” he clarifies.

She presses a napkin to her lips. “Right.” She squeaks. “My bad.” 

Fortunately, the others didn’t seem to catch onto the tension, carrying on with their conversation.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Class drug on for what felt like an eternity. This time, she was more sluggish getting packed. Her second-to-last class was quirk training, which completely drained her by the time English class came around. 

Shoto stopped by her desk with his bag already slung over his shoulder. 

“What about your friends?” She asks, looking up at him after she shoves her books in her bag.

“They’re going a different direction,” he explains. “I thought it would be a good time to talk.”

She hums in response, standing up and throwing on her bag. 

“Hey, what’s on your bag?” He asks as they make their way to the door, pointing out the sticky brown stain.

“This? Oh, I just sat my bag down. Didn’t realize the soda on the ground, I guess.” Her eyes fixate on the wall’s seam as they walk. A small white lie, she thought. He didn’t have to know that she was on a roof. It would only make him ask questions, and the answers would just warrant more questions. Short and sweet, it’s for the best.

They finally break free from campus walls, the crowd of people eventually thinning. When they reach a less populated portion of the street, Shoto takes a sharp breath in, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“I won’t tell Dad, you have my word, you know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Where you went yesterday. I won’t say anything, I just wanna know.”

“Selling drugs.”

He nudges her, looking her in the face. “I’m serious.” She kept her eyes on the road ahead, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

“I just needed a break, what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, an address? People?”

“Bold of you to assume I have people.” She scoffs. Silence falls between them. Shoto stops on the sidewalk, Emiko only doing the same a few steps ahead.

“…You know, I didn’t invite you to lunch out of pity.” He starts, waiting for her to say anything at all. 

“Dad robbed us from being friends. But we’re not rivals anymore, and I really do want to be friends with you. I want to be your brother, it’s just—“

“‘It’s just’ what? I know I’m a piece of shit, alright? I’m a disappointment to dad, I piss off Yumi, I pushed away Natsuo, I’ll never be able to give mom a home to come back to..” her voice strains and cracks, her shoulders pulling close to her neck. 

Shoto puts a hand on her shoulder, but gives her the autonomy to hide her flushed face and teary eyes in her arm. “Fuyumi’s not mad at you. She’s never mad at you. You were best friends growing up, you were practically at the same level as her.”

She grimaced at his words, wiping the fresh tears with the base of her palm and sniffling.

“She’s not mad. She’s worried. We all are. Natsuo is too. He said you didn’t come by the other night. That he told you it wouldn’t work and to just stay in your room. He feels bad, you know. He was worried about you getting hurt. I was worried about you getting hurt,” He escalates. “Where the hell did you go??” He spits, only to hear soft sniffling entangled in the dead silence.

“Emiko, I’m—“ He pauses, his hand falling off of her like his attacks at the wall she’s put up. He lets out a sigh. 

“I should’ve come with you when you asked for back up. I don’t know what it was for, but if I didn’t brush you off then I would. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t…” she wipes the snot from her face and readjusts her bag on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. It was stupid, anyway.” She turns her head in his direction, but her eyes remain downcast. Wet strands of white hair stick to her bright red cheeks, no matter how hard her sleeve battles it. “Can we just go home?”

He watches her fallen and defeated figure for a moment, before silently nodding.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“It’s not fair.” each hit Touya landed was an emphasis, a point that he could never get across to anyone. “He won’t even watch me practice. Why won’t he just look at me?” The sack barely budged, but getting some pent-up hurt out felt better. He sighs, catching his breath. “And Yumi..” Tears prick at the corner of his eyes before he goes back to abusing the punching bag. “She doesn’t think I’m good enough either. Why doesn’t anyone think I’m strong? I was before. So what if I get a little hurt? Heroes get hurt all the time!”

Emiko sits crosslegged at the corner of the tatami mat, picking at loose threads. “Hey,” his arms drop heavy with exhaustion, only swaying with each pant. “Are you listening?” 

She pouts at the floor. Lip out, eyebrows knitted together, and shoulders high. She lets out a huff, shooting up and running to the center of the mat. A soft thump comes from the punching bag. His head fell to the side watching her. She seemed so… determined. Hitting the bag as hard as her little five-year-old arms could as if she were hammering something. Slowly, Touya breaks into snorts and giggles. 

“And why are you upset?” He plops down on the mat right where he stands while he watches her work herself out. “Because everyone thinks I’m stupid. I’m smart all the time! You all think I don’t understand, but I do!”

He watches up until she tires herself out. When she’s done, she throws herself down and pulls her knees to her chest. Did he make her feel that way? After giving her a few minutes to breathe, a few moments of silence to really feel, he gets up and holds out his hand to her. When she stands up, he closes her hand into a fist and repositions her thumb. “Don’t punch with your thumb in your hand, and..” He moves her arm to her side. “Start from here, not above your head.” 

Being wrong gave her a headache. Like if she couldn’t do something simple like this, then maybe she really was stupid. For someone to point out that she was wrong, her brother of all people, she got that sharp feeling in her throat. 

He eventually had her completely repositioned, before giving her the go-ahead to hit again. They’re still weak, the stillness of the sack proving this. Regardless, she spills everything she has into each punch. A tear slid down her plump cheek. She felt so small. She was painfully aware of how weak she was. 

“See? It feels better to get it out, right?” with each hit, they slowly packed less power. She nods, catching her breath.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“Oh, you’re  so mature for your age!”

 Those words were repeated over and over growing up.

Any time she shared a toy, or ate a vegetable, or said something just slightly intellectual, it was always met with the word “mature”. 

That’s a lie. It wasn’t that simple. She was a people pleaser, just like her sister. She made sure the house stayed clean, food stayed hot, and grades stayed high. Even after Touya’s passing, she knew it was her father's fault. It was his fault that Shoto got hurt and mom went away. It’s his fault that Yumi’s “as-needed” anxiety meds run empty all too often. His fault that Natsuo moved away.

She held her head high, though. Fuyumi wanted her to. She told her that it was all alright, and that she had things handled. Emiko’s small hands rested in hers growing up, trying to believe she was honest. Now she was fifteen and seethed every time her sister washed a dish or moved the old man's shoes where they went.

Now, she sat at the kitchen table. Dinners had been silent for years. Really, what was the point in doing these things anymore? Because Fuyumi wants to. Dad was here this time. The odds are always mixed on whether he “gets home in time” or not. Emiko knows he always stays out just a bit later than he has to. Between Shoto’s glares, Nastuo’s backhanded comments, Fuyumi’s over-the-top anxiety, and Emiko’s fragile patience, she wishes he would know better and stay gone. 

“So?” He starts. 

Fuyumi’s shoulders tense. “Dad, not right now, please?” She pleads

Emiko’s eye twitched, sharply side-eyeing him from across the table. She would only hold together for so long. For Yumi’s sake, but for hers as well. It wasn’t fair to herself to hold her tongue, to simply take the abuse.

“I have a right to know,” he persisted in a demanding tone.

“I don’t want anyone fighting at the table,” she retorted firmly.

“Then don’t fight with me.” He directed toward Emiko, cutting out Fuyumi as the messenger. 

“Dad—“ 

“I’m not speaking to you.” He reiterates, cutting Fuyumi off. She rests her head in her palms,  before grabbing her only half-eaten plate and excusing herself. Natsuo silently pleads for her to stay, but she waves him off and tells him to sit back down. 

Enji keeps his eyes fixed on Emiko, expecting an answer.

Moments pass before she scoffs, breaking eye contact and shoving tempura in her mouth. 

“She was with one of my friends.” Shoto confesses in a stale tone just as Enji opens his mouth to tell Emiko off. 

“She was mad, and I didn’t want her doing something stupid. So I sent her to a friends house to cool off. I’m looking out for her, like you tol—“ Shoto’s cut off by the blunt sound of his fathers fist to the table. 

“I’m not playing telephone, she’s capable of speaking for herself.”

She glances at Shoto, the slight rise of her shoulder saying ‘Thanks for trying’. Silence falls amongst the table. An uncomfortable silence. 

“I uhm,” her already low tone cracked, breaking under the pressure in the dining room. She stabbed through a piece of tofu. Keeping her eyes down like a vice, only briefly meeting her fathers to gauge his expression. “I just needed a break, that’s all.”

“That’s not an answer to my question.” his tone was softer than usual. Not by definition soft, but softer. 

“You’re question was?” her brows raise and she shakes her head defensively.

“Where were you.” he demands, becoming irritated once again.

“I went for a walk.” she retorts, finally meeting his eyes. “What else do you want from me? I can’t tell you more than I have.” 

“That’s bullshit.” He snaps. His gaze harshens, but she doesn’t back down. Not like he wants her to. She won’t tell him the truth, she wont hold her tongue, he’s losing control of her and it’s driving him to the brink of insanity.

“Prove it.” She dares. Natsuo presses his lips together, keeping his eyes firmly on his plate. Shoto kept his gaze directly on Enji. He never condones picking fights with their father, but for something so out of his control, he might as well watch the old man crumble. He can see defeat rising in him, the fact that he’s losing Emiko.

“Lose the disrespectful tone.” he starts, before his own tone drops. “I’m worried about you. You’re acting recklessly. And I feel.. Partially to blame.” 

Her jaw nearly drops. Everyone’s did. Her heart almost wouldn't start beating again. He was worried about her? That felt.. Like for the first time she wasn’t on the back burner. Maybe she’d taken too long to answer. He looks back at the table and starts stacking plates. What is this man doing, he hasnt washed a single dish in his entire life?

“And I’d like to nip your poor behavior in the bud. You’re going to UA under my name. When you bring shame on yourself, you bring shame on the rest of us too.”

Just as quickly as he made her feel acknowledged, he ruined it. He belittled her and chalked up years of battling her mental health for merely keeping his house liveable to “poor behavior”. She was so, so close to an actual resolution. 

Plates clinked against each other as he left, like his words hadn’t just split her chest wide open.

Kerosene, part 1

Summary: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗, 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚘, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢’𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝— 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 —𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜?

Warnings: strong language, mentions of abuse and neglect, not a lot actually 🤷

"Touya," Emiko tugged at his shirt, stopping him in his tracks down the hall. Her bright turquoise eyes bore into his as she tilted her head. "Please don't be sad."

Emiko spoke those pleading words like a mantra. The constant tension in the household formed a knot in her throat. It caused a brain fog of mustard gas and stole the air from her lungs. She would say or do anything, all just to make the gnawing ache come to an end.

He forced his scowl in another direction, anywhere out of her sight. Touya pulled her off of him and stumbled into the wall.

"Go play or something, " he huffed. "or go bother Yumi. Anything, I don't care. Just leave me alone." He stormed to his room, fighting the tears that nipped at the corners of his eyes.

The five-year-old girl stood at the end of the hall dumbfounded, with a pained expression, and her arms hung to her side in resignation.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The dead summer sun beat down on the children as the sound of cicadas calls filled the air in the distance.

"Why's Dad always so mean to Touya? All he wants is ta' be a hero too." Her unkempt snow-white hair hid her narrowed eyebrows from view as she sat on the dirt patch poking at a cicada shell with a stick.

Fuyumi watched her with a worried expression. She wanted nothing more than to shield the youngest Todoroki from their harsh reality, to give her just a few years of a normal childhood that she and Natsuo had. But she was smarter than that. Fuyumi had already tried feeding her white lies, as well as telling her things were 'normal' or 'going to be alright', but Emiko saw through it.

In the end, she's still young. Whilst she knows these dark truths exist, how they make her feel, it grants no understanding unto what she can do to fix this cruel helyzet she was born into. What could she do? She had no standing within these walls. She was merely at the bottom of the food chain.

"Dad's just.. like that. Y'know? There's nothing we can do." She dismissed. What else could she say? Emiko always had questions beyond what anyone could answer.

She sighed. She could tell by the way Emiko drove the stick into the dirt that she wasn't pleased with her answer. She picked up the brittle shell and held it out in the palm of her hand to her sister.

"You see how the shell's empty? How the cicada crawled out and flew away a long time ago? The shell's kinda like Dad." She explained with hesitation.

Emiko looked up at her sister. Her thumbs danced with one another on the surface of where her shins met.

"But how?"

"Well.." Fuyumi felt the need to backtrack, but she knew that once something had piqued the child's interest she would chase it with persistence. She lowered her voice and continued with caution. "Dad’s missing something inside of him."

She picks up a pebble and attempts to drop it within the casing without success. "So he's looking for things that'll feel like it gave him something he didn't have."

"But- Dad's the number two hero!" Emiko blurts, her elbows stiffening into a narrow path. Her expression was desperate, as if she were telling her father himself her thoughts. "What more could he want?"

Fuyumi had expected anything but for her to take such a great understanding, causing her to stutter back. She puts her hands up in a silencing manner. "Hey, hey, not so loud, alright?"

She slumps down but nods.

Fuyumi reluctantly continued. "Dad’s wants more. So, he- uhm.." her gaze averted as if looking into an invisible dictionary. "Well.. he had kids. Us. And some of us,"

"Like Touya and Shoto?"

"Like Touya and Shoto," she acknowledges, "he trains to become strong heroes. Ones even stronger than him."

Emiko pouts. "Then why did Dad say Touya couldn't be a hero anymore? He's sad. No.. he's mad. Really mad."

"well.. Touya's quirk hurts him, you know? It's not safe."

She looks back to the dirt. "I guess.."

Fuyumi puts on a smile and pats Emiko's matted, unkempt hair. "There you go. Let's go wash up for dinner, alright?"

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

A thousand footsteps rang through the train station. The monotone voice of a woman named off the departing and approaching transits, while Emiko zones out on the ground below two men sharing a pack of cigarettes.

She'd wanted to take the day off to grieve, begged even. Father had told her that it was almost a decade ago, and she needed to get over it. "Hell week," she called it. Seven consecutive days at the age of four where her world began to crumble.

She steps onto the train, herded like animals bunched together with the rest of those getting off of school or work. She grabbed a handle overhead, burying her face deep in her outstretched arm. Her throat burned more than anything. She woke up early, sat through 8 hours of school, though she skipped her after-school training course. She had an hour-- no, less -- before she got home. All she had to do was hold it in just a little longer. Just a little longer...

The house was empty. Natsuo had completely moved out last week, into an apartment not too far. It was far enough though. Far enough that he no longer had to endure the strain in the household. Fuyumi had convinced him to leave, believe it or not. She was out late grading papers, or maybe it was a cover for staying out longer. But thats not Emiko's sister. She puts everyone over herself, and always has. That's why she thought it'd be best if Natsuo considered moving to a healthier environment to start his life. Yumi didn't mind staying behind in the family home until Shoto and Emiko aged out. "It's more time for me to get my savings in order," she swears. It doesn't make her age any faster, but it sure does help that Emiko is a grade ahead. At least in her mind, it helps.

She fumbles the key until the door opens. Hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

Though her status is impressive by word of mouth, it's not to say that she isn't drowning in the assignments she refuses to do and the classes she skips. While she'd originally applied for the general studies course, word had gotten out to her father that she was accepted into U.A. The man swore up and down that she wouldn't amount to anything more than Fuyumi, but when Aizawa mentioned Endeavor having two children participating in U.A, he couldn't admit that she had been neglected up until that point.

Once she gets the door open, she slams it and throws the keys down on the entry table. She forces her fingers through her tied hair and pushes herself into the wall. She was too fragile to argue today. If it weren't for her previous absences, or maybe if it were any other day, she wouldn't have gone. She hadn't noticed the entry light being on, otherwise she would've expected Shoto to turn the corner. He'd already changed into more comfortable clothes, it seems. She faces back towards the door, wiping her cheeks with her sleeves. It didn't take much to drench them. Or maybe she just had a lot pent up.

"You're home early," She mutters, trying to hide how congested she sounded. "What happened to after-school classes?"

"You didn't go." He states, pressing something icy against the back of her arm. She jumps, turning around to an outstretched gallon of ice cream and two spoons. "I thought today was a good day for a break." he offers.

She had been forced to try for the hero course, faced with her fathers raging fury and his harsh training. She couldn't remember the last time she interacted with Shoto before her father paired them to train together. After Touya had passed, Their mother hurt Shoto only a few days later. A "psychotic break," the doctors called it. Nobody talked much after that. The house was eerily quiet for weeks. She sometimes wonders if the two week rule applies to that. That maybe they just fell out of the habit of talking. It's not like there was ever a lot of time to talk. Their father secluded Shoto from the rest of the family a lot growing up. But there was always a silent understanding to never mention Emiko's quirk to their father. A silent promise of protection from her big brother.

"You shouldn't... risk getting in trouble with father for skipping class.." she mumbles as she looks over her shoulder at the tub.

"I don't care what the old man thinks. Mr. Aizawa said it was alright and it won't be counted against me." He argues, a underlying desperate tone laced into the fabric of his words.

Fuyumi and Emiko were never taken seriously. They were born of the cursed sex, Endeavor believed they had no place in the heroes world. That's not where they belonged. Emiko wasn't like the rest anyway. Endeavor already had his golden child, he had no use for her. So when she crawled into bed with Touya claiming she felt sick with a faint blue glow and delicate ice crystals crackling like fine porcelain on the surface of her skin, it became a silent agreement amongst the children to let it fly under the radar.

That night, she sat on her bed scrolling through her grades: geometry, B+; literature, A+; history, B. English, B. Science, A. Hero Course 1-B, D.

"If you can't get that F up to an A, how do I know you're not going to disgrace the family name once you're in the spotlight?" Father's words echo in her head. "You're humiliating me in front of my colleagues. I know you can do better, your quirk is more than exceptional.”

“Damn it…” she hisses. “Not good enough.”

“Just come talk to Mr. Aizawa. Maybe he can help you transfer back into general studies without him knowing.” Shoto suggests, sitting stiffly on the foot of her bed.

“No good. He watches our grade books like a hawk. Not to mention he’s in touch with Mr. Vlad.. that would just make a bunch of other issues when that plan fails. Vlad’ll wonder why I didn’t go to him, and why I’d wanna leave the hero course in the first place. That’d only get Dad in trouble unless I lied..”

“No, you’re right..” He rubbed his chin, pulling the rest of himself onto the bed in a similar cross-legged position as Emiko. “It’s not good enough to risk it.”

“What if…” She paused. Her eyes lost focus of the screen before she attracted Shoto’s gaze. “What if I dropped out altogether?” The words fell out before she considered the consequences. She broke contact, looking back at the computer. “Just a thought, y’know.” She swallowed.

“No.. No, you shouldn’t even be considering that. Transferring back to general studies is better than that. Or- Transferring to 1-A, with me.” He stands to face her fully, but she keeps her eyes down. “Emiko if you’re struggling I can help you. I’m ahead, I can-”

“Shoto quit!” she snaps, meeting his gaze once again. “I don’t want to be in the hero course.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” he retorts.

“I- well, I don’t know yet..” She stumbles over her words, “But I don’t wanna be a hero!”

Shoto keeps his eyes on hers, his features slowly softening from their panicked state. He sits back down, tracing the fabric that stretches across his knees. “Of course, you don’t wanna be a hero..” he mumbles. “I’m doing it to prove a point. I don’t expect you to do the same. But…” He turns to her, closing the laptop. She looks up at him. “You can’t drop out. Whether you pass or fail your main course, or if you tell someone about Dad, just don’t drop out, alright?”

She sits with his words for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah.. okay.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“I miss you, ya’ deadbeat,” she whispers off into the cold air.

“How long’s it been?” She readjusts herself as she leans against a burnt-down wooden post. The exact place where her brother was last alive. “Ten, eleven years?” She speaks again, without response.

“I always thought you were so old. A cool teenager, or whatever. But now I’m sixteen, and you’re still thirteen.”

Another moment of silence passes.

“I’m failing my classes, y’know. My teacher said I need to ‘apply myself’. Hate to bring down the average, but I just-...” she sighs. “I can’t care.”

“...I unenrolled, today.” She admitted. The remains of the planks that used to make a house creaked and groaned, but she was used to it. It was all old and broken, and with the weather changing and the wind blowing it was to be expected.

“I’m not really sure what to do from here. I just feel.. Broken, I guess. And every time this time of year hits.. I can’t help but miss you more than anything.” She sits for another minute or so, before standing.

“I’ll.. be back tomorrow, maybe.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Emiko tossed and turned in her bed. She swore she was coming down with a cold. She sat up in her bed. She was excruciatingly hot, but couldn't control how her body viciously shivered.

"Mama" she called out in a tired and sick tone, despite knowing her mother wouldn’t answer. She looked over at her sister in the bed over. It was obvious by the dark spots under her eyes that she had been up far later than anyone else so she could comfort Shoto. He had a rough day training and was littered in bandages.

She shivered, the motion causing a bead of sweat to fall from her face. She hesitantly tip-toed to the last person she knew to help her. She slid the paper door open and snuck to her eldest sibling's bed, wooden panels murmuring under her feet as she stepped.

A small blue glow pulled him from his sleep. She stood silently beside his bed, her arms wrapped around herself as she shook. Small blue flames created an aura around her figure, while intricate sheets of decorated ice patches clung to her skin.

"Touya, I'm sick.." she sniffled.

He rubbed and squinted his eyes, a tired expression the only thing acting as a backdrop.

"Emi?" He confirmed, not completely sure if he was actually awake.

She acted to crawl into bed, but the scent of burnt fabric immediately filled the air. He gasps, jumping to his feet and holding her in his arms. "Hey! Y're gonna start a fire!"

Natsuo shot up at Touya's exclamation, but Touya had already run out of the room.

As he ran down the hallway the small blue flames spread onto the surface of his skin, though it didn't burn. He dropped her into the tub and ran the bath. Touya hastily filled a cup with water and poured it over her head and shoulders. She rubbed her blue eyes and looked up at him.

He took a breath, meeting her gaze. "One hell of a fever, huh?" He laughed nervously, warranting a tired hum from his sister. She wiped the pouring water from her eyes. It had successfully extinguished the flames, but the icy crystals continued to climb her skin. Each crack sounded like porcelain. A gentle hiss when the fire went out.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“When were you going to tell me that you unenrolled yourself?” Enji paced back and forth as she sat at the kitchen table with her head down. “Where did you learn to forge my signature? Do you know how many strings I had to pull to get you in that class? Just for you to what, act like a delinquent? I knew you should’ve been in 1-A. It was those second-rate hero students in B, wasn’t it? If you were in A, Shoto would’ve kept you in line.” She winced as he berated her.

“Are you even listening to me?” He turned to face her. You need to understand that you’ve never been in more trouble in your life.”

“Does that mean you’re finally deciding to be a parent?”

“…”

“…”

“…call your brother.”

“Because he blocked you?”

“Because you’re staying with him until you get your shit together. I’m re-enrolling you first thing tomorrow. Until then, I don’t want to see you until you find your gratitude. Do you understand?”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Her sneakers struck the concrete with a steady cadence, blending seamlessly into the city's bustling symphony.

A drop of oil in a cup of water.

Why did everyone keep just a bit extra distance away from her?

Emiko grips the bag that hung over her shoulder, swaying back and forth. She lets out a sharp hiss.

“Look– I can’t get involved in family drama right now.” She recalled Natsuo’s words verbatim. “I have a girlfriend now, and well- It’s too early in the relationship to have to explain why my sister absolutely has to stay over.”

She grips the metal rung, pulling back in disgust and wiping away the wet rusty substance on her pant leg.

“He won’t actually kick you out. You two just need to back away from each other. Hold up in your room for a while, alright? It’ll blow over.”

She tosses her bag onto the roof and throws her legs over the pony wall with a huff.

“Blow over.” She growls. “Yeah, whatever.” She throws herself down and leans over the city, mindlessly trying to zero in on a person or two. A snowflake melts on the surface of her hand. Her eyebrows pinch together before she ignites the small drop of water with a large, quick flame. A burnt smell stung her nose afterward. It.. it wasn’t her fire. No.. it wasn’t fire at all. Smoke. Cigarette smoke?

“This isn’t where you said you’d be, now was it?”

She jolted, but not much more. She looks over her shoulder a bit at the silhouette.

“What, ‘re you one of my dad’s sidekicks or something?”

“As if.” The man scoffs. He tilts his head back, his teeth just barely reflecting the light of the city. “Hey, let's make a game out of it. Guess again.”

Her eyes fall back on the city with a roll and a snarl. “Guess? Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” He pushes himself off the wall and slides down a few feet away from her. He wears a casual black pair of tattered pants, boots, and a hoodie hiding his side profile. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

She sighs and looks back down at the people below. She just wants to be left alone to hash out her feelings, but a distraction would be nice..

“Well? Can I have a hint?” She looks over to him. She can only really see the tip of his nose and his fingers from under the hoodie. Two are outstretched, letting a lone cigarette burn.

“Tch. no. It’d be too easy.” Silence falls between the strangers. “So.. What’s someone like you doing hanging out on rooftops? It’s snowing, y’know. You’ll catch a cold.”

She pulls her knees close to her chest, watching closely as the cigarette briefly disappears behind the shield of his hood.

“You share?” She squeaked out, less confident than she anticipated.

She was immediately met with bright, scornful eyes and dark scars. Jeez, what happened to this guy?

“This?” Ash fell to the wind as he raised his hand. “What, aren’t you like twelve? ‘Do I share’, not with a kid.”

Her shoulders met her ears. More scolding. Nice. “I dunno. I figured you were… y’know.” She trails off.

“A criminal?” he grins, leaning in a bit as he presses the palm of his hand against the cold brick below.

She pauses a moment, sheepishly shrugging and looking back down. “Something like that.”

“So that means I deal Drugs n’ Crap ™ out to kids, huh? This isn't a school PSA. These things are expensive, y’know.”

“So..”

“So? No. Unless you’re payin’ f-” He’s interrupted by the sound of crinkling as she digs through her bag, then proceeds to hand him multiple wadded-up ¥5,000 bills. He stares down with awestruck eyes, before recomposing himself.

“Of course. Rich brats..” he scoffs.

“So? I can pay, I-”

He grabs the wad of cash, pieces and corners poking through the gaps of his fingers. He flips through the bills with wide eyes until his brows furrow. He looks back to her, shoving the bills in his pocket and standing. Her face drains pale.

“Wait, wait, what are you doing?” She steadies herself upright.

“I’m doing you a favor.” He readjusts his hoodie and stuffs both his hands in his pockets, checking over his shoulder. “Consider it a savings account.”

She throws herself into him, clawing at his wrist and the fabric of his hoodie.

“You can’t do that man, that’s all I’ve got!”

“Hey, hey! You said it yourself, you have a death wish or something? I’m the bad guy. Don’t give your money to strangers.” He pushes her down onto the roof off the pony wall. “Especially not guys like me.”

She glares up at him, catching her breath through gritted teeth. With slow, confident steps he makes his way to the ladder.

“Smoking’s bad for you anyway. Smarten up, yeah?”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

She lets out a long, exaggerated sigh as she mindlessly rolls a pencil around her new desk. Her head rests downcast as students gradually enter the classroom.

Shoto hasn’t said a word to her since she got back. Maybe he just didn’t know what to say. Or maybe it was to avoid a fight. To keep the peace, or what little’s left of it.

Emiko sat in a brand new table in the far back corner. Talk had gone around the grownups about a dunce seat at the front of the class besides the homeroom teacher, but it was a short-lived idea. The man was outraged by such a thought, claiming he didn’t get paid to babysit troubled youth. Mr. Aizawa was against the idea of an extra student anyway. She had to be on her best behavior, the best in the class if she wanted to stay. She didn’t want to, but Enji did. The threat of being out of the house for good hangs over her head. “If you can’t handle staying in school,” she recounted his words. “You’ll have to learn how to live out in the world on your own.”

As the number of people in the room increases, chatter breaks out about the new student. How the amount will be uneven, or what a new student is doing joining in the middle of the year, or what to expect.

She groans, rolling the pencil more vigorously until it flies off onto the floor. She sighs, pressing her forehead to the icy surface of her desk.

Her seat was off center. Just kind of thrown in the nearest clearing. Her nearest desk neighbor being a rather tall girl with a tight black ponytail. Emiko pulled herself back up when the girl offered the fallen pencil and a formal smile.

“Momo Yaoyorozu.” She introduces.

She takes the pencil. “Thanks.” the mumbles coldly.

Emiko looks up at her with a rather tired expression, not returning her warmth. “Emiko. Emiko uhm.. Todoroki. You can just call me Emi, though.”

Shoto’s shoulders stiffen. He’s been only a few feet away from her for the past half hour and hasn’t said a word. I mean, he hasn’t seen her in days—

She’s pulled from her thought, her eyes fall back on the girl standing beside her desk with an awestruck expression.

“You’re from the Todoroki family? And you’re seated so close to you’re brother, how lucky!”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“It makes sense now, why you’re here. Why so late getting in? I can help you catch up from the past month if you’d-”

“No.” Emiko interrupts. “ I mean, no thank you. I’ll be fine.” She corrects herself.

“O-oh. well, alright. But- if you change you’re mind later on the offer’s still open.” She clasps her hands together, looking to the side before sitting down at her desk.

A group of people fly through the door right before the bell rings, taking their seats as the teacher prepares himself at the front of the class.

She liked him. So far, at least. He only spoke to her when necessary. There wasn’t a class introduction either. He had said something about pros having to make allies on their own time, and if she wanted to survive his class it would be in her best interest to put in her all. Maybe she shouldn't have been so cold with Youyorozu. She’s at the top of the class, she could have been useful.

Oh well. This class was the least of her worries. She just had to pass, not excel. She could if she wanted to of course. If she survived her fathers harsh grading growing up while she was homeschooled, she’d be just fine here. Hell, she was in the top five in general studies, and she didn’t even try.

“Todoroki.” Aizawa had been calling on her at least four times. She snapped out of her thoughts, looking up at him pinching the bridge of his nose. “Did you pick up a textbook? You have a month to catch up on, I suggest you have it readily at hand.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, and your paper?’

“Huh?”

“You need to pick up whatever papers I have set out at the beginning of class.”

“Oh. Right.”

(Leaving out the awkward walk of shame up to the front of the class bc its too brutal 😔)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

She slings her bag over her shoulder, which she swears tripled in weight since the class began. A chill ran down her spine as she walked down the crowded hall. The thought of going home was less than ideal. She was welcome back already. But for what, passive aggressive comments and more scolding?

Maybe she’d visit mom.

No, she’d just drag unnecessary stress to her mother.

Stay and knock out some chapters in this damn textbook?

She readjusts the bag into a slightly more comfortable position. Pass.

She readjusts the bag into a slightly more comfortable position. Pass.

A cafe? Get some coffee and a pastry—oh, right, no cash. Thanks for that, random mugger. Real classy.

Her steps slowed. She could try and get her money back. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Some guy trying to mug her again? She’d like to see him try. She had her quirk… kind of. Okay, maybe she hadn’t practiced much, but even a little fire could scare someone off, right? People usually weren’t stupid enough to mess with a Todoroki. Or so she hoped

Ahead, she sees the distinct color of her brothers hair. She pushes through people, throwing in a few ‘excuse me’s and ‘sorry’ before grabbing his shoulder.

“Shoto! Hey,”

“Oh, uhm.. Hey.”

“Hey, so you actually haven’t talked to me all day, how’ve you been?”

“I’m well. But.. maybe lay low at home.”

“Tch. I’m not going home. Not right now, anyways. Hey, you wanna help me out with something? I could use some backup.”

“Uhm, actually I should get going.. I’m not going home either. I’m studying with some friends. If… you’re not busy, i think it’d be a good idea for you to come along. We could help you catch up.”

“Nah. but thanks though. Maybe next time.”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Cars honked and sped by from her right as she walked down the sidewalk. It was just a bit earlier than it was the other night, but it couldn’t hurt to be early. Who knows how long he was up their before she arrived, or if he visits that roof often. What if it was just a one time occurrence? Just, a random crossing of paths maybe.

She hoisted herself up the ladder. The bag’s a no-go, it weighs as much as she does. She drops it on the first step with a heavy thud, before proceeding the rest of the way up.

She threw herself over the pony wall and took a few steps in, looking around. She didn’t smell burning cigarettes, but the night was still young.

Until it wasn't. Hours passed, just her alone on the edge of a rooftop. She played with a controlled cobalt flame at the tip of her thumb, before standing up with a huff. Three hours passed since the time they originally met. During that time she eventually brought her bag up and went through a few pages. The intro, and half of chapter two. Something about hero ethics.. Maybe she shouldn't have skimmed ahead a few extra pages. Maybe she just didn’t understand it yet. But it didn’t sit right with her. She couldn’t understand its values, much less relate to them.

She packed up her stuff and threw her bag off the roof, before climbing down after it.

Where did that— did someone spill their soda down here since she’s been up there? Eugh!

She walks down the street, bitter and defeated with a sopping, sticky bag. Great.

Her shiny new penny loafers were scuffed and scraped up all to hell on her first day back at school. Oh well. Old high-tops it is.

Of course, her blazer’s stained, too. Guess that’s why U.A sells sweater vests. Maybe not directly the reason, but it’ll work for school tomorrow.

She shoves the blazer deep into her bag. Both will be cleaned, eventually.

She sighs walking down the street. It’s cold and humid, and the guy wasn’t there. She loosens her tie as she waits at the train station.

The train hisses as it comes to a stop. She enters, grabbing a pole with the least people hanging off.

A hand nudges hers as it reaches for the bar.

Those same markings. Huh..

Really, she wants to be surprised, but she’s just not feeling it. Without looking up, she murmurs at him tiredly.

“I want my money.”

“I already told you, I’m saving it. Saving you from throwing around that much cash. Ever heard of ‘thank you’?”

“Tch, tough luck. I’m not thanking you for stealing.”

“Fine, don’t.” He rolls his eyes, extending away from the bar a bit to take note of the other passengers before leaning back in. “You don’t really believe in being a pro, right?”

Her eyes dart up to him, making him retract. He looks the other direction.

“Just saying. The face you were making while you were reading, it was—”

“You were watching me?” she furrows her brows, finally meeting his gaze.

“Shh, y’re gonna draw too much attention.”

She huffs and looks away.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I saw you. You didn’t like what you saw, did you?”

“..I dunno. I didn’t read it in the right order. I was just confused. If you saw me why didn’t you say something? You did last time. How long were you there?”

“Long enough to witness you pick your nose.”

“oh.”

“So? What had you so confused? Hero work should be clear as day, right? If it were so noble or good or whatever.”

“What are you talking about? You don’t…”

“Don’t what? Question the system? Hate heroes?” He leans in slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Come on, throw me a bone here.”

“...what’s.. The point? In following me, I mean.”

“Bold of you to assume I give a shit enough to follow you. Right place, right time, nothing more.”

She pauses. “So..”

“So?”

“So how do we keep meeting? It doesn’t fell as random as you say it is.”

“Pfft.” Everyone sways forward as the train comes to a stop. “It’s not my problem that you don’t get it yet.”

She looks back in his previous direction, but he’d already disappeared. He threw up a lazy wave before getting lost in the ocean of people.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

I’m no fan of authors notes, but I wanted to further explain the cicada scene with Fuyumi. In Japanese folklore it’s said that on account of some sin the buddhists believe that a soul can enter the minute form of a cicada or cricket as punishment. I felt like it was a good representation of Endeavor, but it wouldn’t have been as well understood as the shell of a cicada.

Probably focusing on the wrong thing rn, but if you really think about it everyone needs a badass coat. Literally all the best villains have one.

Twice and Spinner don’t have one yet 😔 (they will dw)

thinking about toga's relationship with the LoV. like. these adult men who kill people took better care of toga than her own parents. that 17 yo girl was safer with them, the "villains", than with her OWN PARENTS.

as soon as they got money they got her a cute coat that she liked for winter. they kept her fed and safe. they made sure she had fun and could be herself and they trusted her with tasks and told her to live the way she wants while also telling her to come back to them, making sure she felt both free and wanted.

Toga is the only kid in the LoV. and when they lost magne she became the only girl. and they always made her feel safe and nurtured and included. RAAAAAH

part of it I think is the guys being keenly aware of how young she is. they all went through something terrible when they were kids, or in their past. but for toga it's right now. she is that kid. and they won't let her be abandoned and neglected like they were

NO ONE TOUCH ME THEY ARE HER FAMILY THEY TOOK HER IN I'M UNWELL ABOUT THEM

I feel like I’m slowly eroding. Oh wait. I am.

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RAW AND ROUGH NEXT QUESTION

Dabi!

Dabi [My Hero Academia] by TsuyaNoUchi

https://tsuyanouchi.etsy.com

Just a friendly reminder that Horikoshi always intended for Tomura and Touya to be the closest thing to soulmates/eachother’s identical parallel. Their thoughts and the reasonings? Practically the same. They’ll tear themselves apart just for a shred of validation; a plea for someone to see them, even as they destroy the others around them. Who cares is innocents get hurt, right? In the end, the result will be far more valuable than a couple of stranger’s lives.

Dabi’s entire philosophy is quite literally to burn everything around him into ash, including himself and Endeavour, all to liberate himself and others from the false shackles of hero society. This ideology *perfectly* coincides with Tomura, who not only wants to carve out a place in this dejected world for all of his followers, but to also liberate and destroy. Even as children their ideologies would have agreed with one another, which is, “Why should my father’s limitations on me restrict who I am? I just want to be free.”

The meaning behind their names. Tenko ( 転弧) & Touya ( 燈矢); Tenko’s name has the kanji with the meaning “bow” in it. and Touya’s name has the kanji with the meaning “arrow” in it. Hand in hand. Another interesting fact of their names is that 燈(Tō) means "lamp", or "light”, and 転 (Ten) means "turn", or "revolve”, which could signify the instinctive nature of humans (or Tenko himself?) to ‘revolve’ around light (or Touya’s fire/heat in a metaphorical sense).

If we also want to talk metaphorical, ‘light’ could be used to describe the lightheartedness of Touya’s character before Enji destroyed him at the seams, and we know that as a child, Tenko was a loving, empathetic child, attracted to ‘light’ (the softness and kindness of others). He played games with rejected children, defended them, and acted as a ‘hero’ in his own way. This parallel of Touya needing a savior and Tenko readily taking in others who need it, is very interesting to see, especially when we literally see this acted out later on in the LOV!

One more theory I have…now hear me out…also alludes to their name meanings. 矢 (Ya) means "arrow”…but 弧 (Ko) means "arc," indicating a curved path or trajectory. Now, arrows typically travel in a straight line or path when shot. Except for when they’re deemed, “defective.” You know where I’m going with this. It’s almost a completed story with those two characters. A defective arrow that lead a curved path, all because of a manufacturing/crafting issue. Sorry if that hit you hard, me too.

I’m so delusional about them. It’s totally okay.

i know this is talked about a lot but i’m rewatching mha and i’m thinking about it again💀

what exactly went on between their first meeting and the training camp attack that made shigaraki give dabi his own personal nomu😭

like what exactly happened between them…

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It’s a bit unorganized right now, but I just started, so I’ll work on that as time goes by!!

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Charters are a little OOC but hey, it’s my version sooo yeah! Hope you enjoy!!!

"it means... we have some time.." She mutters, glancing back to the TV before continuing... "He doesn't want to frame his boy as a criminal... specifically his perfect creation," gesturing to the duel-haired boy... "And none of us are particularly sneaky... we need... someone skilled at this," She muttered, Knowing full well that at most they had 7 days... but realistically only about 2 days until the media and the school started looking into the sudden disappearance of the Todoroki boy... not to mention the USJ preparations where still necessary... and getting Izuku his quirk...  'so much... this had to go perfectly' she was planning... but she knew nobody in this room was far skilled enough to pull this off. "If we wanna pull this off without triggering the media... then we need a pro," Fazed into the background... the news reports of a mysterious killer, rumored to have burned over 100 people in a week, with video of a mysterious man walking into blue flames... unknown, unseen... a complete mystery... Looking at the TV... she smiled... 'perfect' as the blue flames illuminated the room, it gave her this sick and twisted aura.... turning to the others, the color perfectly reflecting off her form... she smirked... "And I think I know just.. the Guy,"

(Alright, trying to keep it going!! LETS CONTIUNE.)

"No... You don't mean..." 

"Yep! The mysterious blue fire villain!" She smirked at them, "Who's better than someone the media can't even get a look at?!" She nodded as if agreeing with herself, 

"Dabi..." Everyone let out a soft huh as Izuku spoke up, "his name is Touya…. Or Dabi now.” He muttered softly, “He's unstable, but he’s wanting revenge on Endeavor," hand on his chin, weighing the risks.

"babe? how do you..." She was so confused, where did he pull this information out?

"medical records show that the Todoroki family had an eldest son... he was reported dead but no body was found, or even remains" He stood, flipping through a notebook, titled 'Threats' "And based on his past history of attacks, everyone has either been an Endeavor side kick or the property belonged to the pro," 

“When did he steal medical records??” Shigiraki whispered to Y/n, who could only shrug, also unaware of her boyfriend's intel. Both waiting for him to continue…

"Touya..." Shoto muttered, staring at the flames on the screen, eyes reflecting the deep color, like an ocean on land. "I... yes... I remember him," Y/n frowned, watching as his face dropped ever so slightly, eyes brimming with tears at the realization of what his brother had become. "A murder..." but… he was still a little relieved he was alive.

"He... He can be quite useful to us, his skill, quirk, and goals align with ours decently close," Izuku was hesitant to continue, fearful of potentially triggering Shoto. "But... if we need someone with that caliber of skill... it has to be him,"

Shoto only nodded, "I agree, if that's what we need... then we have to find him," he muttered, looking between Y/n and Izuku. “Plus... it'll be nice to rejoin with my big bro... I hope." There was an autoable gulp that followed the statement. Shoto was heavily aware of the effect his birth had on his older brother. 

"Okay, YES! I love the ideas, guys," Shigirakis's voice was overly enthusiastic. "HOW THE HELL DO WE FIND HIM!? " he screamed, dramatically throwing his arms in the air, enhancing his statement. Feeling like he was the only one with an ounce of comen sense at that moment.

"Chill the fuck out!" Y/n huffed, hands on her hips while she thought... 'Can't leave our lair unattended...' She huffed, 'And Shoto has to stay hidden...' Now pacing around the room, she was glancing from one person to another, the plan calculating while she did so, each piece finding its position. "Okay, here's the plan," Clapping her hands as everything fell into place, "Shigiraki, you will stay here with Shoto and protect our home, just in case the heroes suddenly get smart," She watched as Shoto nodded in agreement and Shigi only shrugged in response. "Good enough, then I and Izuku will go Dabi hunting, with the help of Kurogiris portals of course," 

"Alright!"

"Good Enough,"

"Consider it Done Y/n,"

"We have to ensure we're cautious, we can start with the least populated areas and move inward towards the city as night falls," Izuku spoke, a completely different notebook in hand, this one having a sketch of the city already drawn. "I... drew this... a while ago... just in case something happened to you," He muttered, looking up at Y/n's confused face as to why the hell he already had a map drawn. 

"God, you're so smart... it's literally unfair," Huffing she gently took his face into her hands, squeezing his cheeks causing his lips to pucker. She stared into his green eyes for a moment, just admiring the beautiful color... Knowing full well that she was interrupting such an important point of planning but…' God... this boy' Gently moving to kiss his lips, she giggled when his notebook fell to the floor, plummeting and making a clattering sound, which was soon followed by his pen. His hands frozen at his sides…

"T-Thanks Love," His face was flushed as she pulled away, his eyes following her, "But... we're a team, r-remember? We have our strengths and weaknesses... it just happens that you're both of mine," He was love-struck indeed, anyone knew how to bring out the best in him... and the worst, and the ticket stood right there with her beautiful y/s/t. He practically had hearts floating around his head, simply admiring her... 'Lovesick'

(Mini Time skip)

“Okay, you two please be careful, I’d hate to… lose a loved one,” Kurogiri, sighed, opening up to a dark and dingy alley. Still unsure if he was truly using the terminology properly. He watched as Y/n took the lead, using her magic to light the alley. 

"Damn... It's dark even in the day," She muttered, reaching for Izuku's hand as he soon followed through the portal. With a quick and subtle goodbye, Kurogiri left, waiting for them nearby. 

"Okay... Let's hope we actually find him... or we're fucked," As quietly as they could... they took slow and cautious steps into the alley, unsure of any potential hidden dangers. 

"DABI?" The abandoned building echoed with the silence of their footsteps... going room to room, each darker and duster than the one before. They continued searching, calling periodically after getting more comfortable with their surroundings. Each call was only responded to with the soft, repetitive drip of a leaky water pipe or the creak of an old wood plank. 

"I don't think he's here," Y/n groaned softly, pulling her head back out of the room she was just in. Izuku who was just down the hall nodded in agreement, before realizing she couldn't see him.

"Yeah, looks like this place was a bust," He huffed in disappointment, linking hands with her once again before calling Kurogiri. 

(mini skip) 

Time and time went by, and they had moved to 5 different locations, each more recent to a crime he had committed. Izuku was so methodical with his research... He was almost certain that he'd be able to track him... but currently... nothing. 

"This... is the last place I have a record of him being at," Izuku whimpered, his notebook being crumbled in his hand from his harsh grip. "Damn it... I was so certain..."

"Hey! babe, it's fine... the media doesn't even know his name! so we're already better," She could see the frustration growing in his mind... “PLUS! They have no idea he’s a Todoroki! so maybe Shoto would be fine if we can't get to Endeavor!” …but he had one track….the need to be helpful...

How long was he going to be a quickless boy? How long was he gonna be worthless? How long till this found family got tired of him... realized he wasn't useful... realized he was better off in the grave, *SLAP* "I-I"

"I'M SORRY! But... you were thinking bad about..." He had a sizable handprint on his cheek, his freckles red and small tears titering on the need to fall... it stung... but man did it help... he was shocked, she had never…. done that, "You were thinking bad about my boyfriend... and I can't allow that," She huffed, staring at his surprised face... and red cheek... "Izuku, I swear to god if you fall down that damn rabbit hole again," He watched as her fist clenched tightly at her sides, her hair floating with the soft waves of magic she released...She had thought they were passed this… that he could live with only being needed for his existence… nothing else… “I'll drag you out by the tip of your dick!" He wanted to laugh... but she wasn't joking... not one bit... she was dead serious... and that made him straighten up the slightest bit. 

“I’m… sorry, I just want to be,”

“SHUT IT! You are helpful! You are needed! Where do these thoughts keep coming from love?” She gently cupped his face, using her magic to soothe the burn of her earlier slap. “We need you… And even if the others didn’t…. I need you,” She watched as his eyes teared again, the look of realization washing over him. It’s the same look his mother had when she got the news of his dad’s death… it was the same look he imagined when he saw her again as he fell to his death… It was the look of want, need, helpless…

“Y-Y/N, I’m sorry… I won’t leave you, I’ll stop with the useless talk,” He was so stupid… so many years together… and he’s just now promising this to her. “I promise,” He muttered, holding her hand softly and simply staring into her eyes. “I happy being alive,”

“How… Romantic,”

“DABI!” Both jumped at the sudden voice, interrupting their soft moment. 

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account…. I was just waiting for the show to start,” He chuckled, his hands resting on his thighs as he leaned against the ruble. They watched as his turquoise eyes narrowed the slightest bit, trying to gauge why exactly they were there. He looked unkempt and tired… the true look of a man on the run. 

“Look, we need to talk!” Y/N released Izukus's face and moved so she was facing the scared man straight on, her tone soft and enduring. 

“Talk?” He lit his hand up in the signature blue flame…. “Who the hell are you?” His voice was raspy and dangerous… telling the two that he was in no mood to play…

“L-Look! I’m Izuku Midoriya and this is,”

“My name is Grace, now cool the fire because we have a proposition for you,” Her friendly tone was gone, matching Dabi’s hostile vibe. She watched as his eyebrow arched in question.

“Yeah? And what might that be sweet cheeks?” Oh, she wanted to choke him… but she needed him alive…

“Watch the nicknames… but, We know you have a thing for Endeavor…” She giggled at her own word phrasing.

“If by thing, you mean death sentence then sure,” He huffed, not playing into her rage bait…. “What do you want with Endeavor?”

“See, we have a family forming, and… he knows a little too much about one of our members for comfort,” She hummed, watching as his fire gently moved in the breeze… deciding it was too little light, “Here,” She huffed, snapping her fingers and engulfing the area in a soft blue light. “Better?” He was now completely visible… Izuku almost giggled at the soft squint of Dabi’s eyes from the sudden light change.

“How the Fuck?” He flinched at the sudden brightness, having been sat in the dark for so long. The sudden power display did not go unnoticed by him… He recognized her strength. “Okay… You have my attention,” He hummed, adjusting his position to a more relaxed seat. 

“Great! We need to get close to number 2… and we think you’d be able to help,” Y/N hummed, moving closer to the villain… Dabi studied them for a moment longer, weighing his chances of beating the both of them in a fight. He knew she was strong, and the knowledge of the boy's quirk left him hesitant. 

“What do you have to offer?” He questioned, making a move to stand so he was at no more of a disadvantage…. They knew too much about him to be simply nobody… not even the media knew his name, but they came in calling it.

“Another, better, loyal family,” Y/N smirked as his eyes widened slightly, happy he was smart enough to get what she was hinting at. “so, what do you say? Two Todorokis could be useful,”

“Two? Who else?” He was now down to her level, standing a looking down at her, “Who the fuck else did that old man drive mad?”

“Hehe, the perfect creation,” Izuku chuckled nervously, knowing Dabi would know exactly who he was referring to. 

“HAHA NO?!” Dabi cackled, “That bitch ass drove his perfect creation to villainy….” Oh the irony he saw in it, to think that the very thing that drove himself away, ran away itself. 

“Yes, Shoto has joined us,” Y/N sighed, “your old man’s a real dick,” Dabi was surprised at the casual way she spoke his name. Shoto, his brother who he assumed was very sheltered, could actually get a girlfriend or get his dick wet. 

“Oh, a first named base? What a girlfriend? Or sneaky link?” Izuku couldn’t help the narrowing of his eyes, he had been slightly jealous of Shoto from back at U.A.… hearing someone say such a thing didn’t exactly sit right with him. 

“Watch it! She’s mine. Not his,” Dabi was slightly taken aback by the greenets sudden possessiveness, 

“Oh, tough guy,” Dabi chuckled, having just wanted to mess with the man. “that makes sense, especially after that little display earlier,” 

“CAN WE FOCUS?” Y/N was getting more and more impatient, “We need your help and you’ll eventually need ours,” She held out her hand for a shake, “So what do you say?” She watched as he glanced down at her hand, then at Izuku, then back to Y/N. “Dabi, please… let’s help each other,” Dabi didn’t know… was it okay to agree? Was he ready to trust again? How serious was this girl about being a family? “Look, we are here to make our voices heard!” She was done waiting for him, she snatched his hand in hers. Holding it close to her chest, “Join us! Together, we can be unstoppable!”

He was so confused… how was this girl so daring? Who the hell was she to touch him like this?… but yet, her hands are so soft… warm… “I can feel?” He didn’t mean to question that out loud, but this was the first time in years his fingertips had ever felt something. He didn't know what to do, what to think… he was revenge-driven, why and how are there two villains requesting him to join a family?

“Dabi, look…” Izuku stepped forward now, lumming over Y/N’s shoulder and looking down at Dabi. “You lost everything… we are offering you something…” Izuku gently set his hands on Y/Ns shoulders… looking down at the two connected hands, “It’s not very villainous, we are aware but…”

“Fine… You’ve convinced me,” He gently pulled his hands away from her, putting them in his coat pockets…to avoid further touching. “I’ll join you… Okay?” He sighed looking at her wide smile and Izukus soft one… ‘No way these two are villains’ He groaned already knowing he would regret this later. “If I’m betrayed I’ll murder everyone apart of this so-called family,” 

Y/N giggled happily, moving to hug Dabi. Catching the man by surprise, he gasped at her touch. Her grip was tight, keeping his arm stuck in his pockets, he struggled for her to release him. Heating his body to try and scorch her off, but she refused to move. “I knew a guy whose quirk was explosion… burns don't hurt me,” 

“Of course…”

“just accept it, you’ll learn to love it,” Izuku had a sweat drop as he watched the scarred man give in to her. 

“I…” He only sighed, knowing full well he was right. 

(mini time skip!)

Y/N was yapping the whole time walking out of the building, holding Izuku's hand while dragging Dabi by his sleeve. “And I make homemade pancakes! And,”

“Does she ever stop?” He whispered to Izuku, who only chuckled softly and shook his head. 

“Nope, and that's the best part,”

“ah! Finally the exit!” Y/N let go of Dabis's sleeve, reaching into her pocket to snag her phone and call Kurogiri.

“Grace? Good news I’m hopping?”

“We got him! And he’s docile!” She giggled, gently swinging her and Izuku's hands.

“ready for me to come get you?” Kurogiri was already preparing,

“Yes Please!”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a second,” He wasn’t lying within seconds of hanging up the Purple mist was already swirling in front of the three. Walking through, proper as ever. “Ah Grace, Midoryia… and Dabi,” He sighed, slightly adjusting his tie. “let’s get going, the others are eager to hear the results of your search,” With a small head tilt, he made his way back through the portal, expecting the others to follow suit. 

“Dabi, after you!” Y/N waved her hand, gesturing for him to walk through.

“This isn’t a trap or?”

“JUST GO!”

“All alright, alright,”. He raised his hands in defeat before cautiously walking through the unknown passage. 

“Quick Kiss for a successful mission?” Izuku offered puppy dog eyes, refusing to let her go just yet, “Please?”

“You don’t have to ask,” She huffed, standing on her toes to gently kiss his lips, giggling at the way he still turned red. “How is it that after all this time, I still make you nervous?”

“I-I’m just that in love with you… Sorry,” He avoided her eyes, cheeks now more resembling strawberries… 

“hm, well I’m glad to know the feeling is mutual,” She hummed, squeezing his hand twice before pulling him through the portal. “Come on love, let’s go,”

“R-right!”

Dabi stood still, taking in every aspect of the unfamiliar surroundings. From the bar and its multiple chairs… to the TV that had multiple controllers lying around… even to the kitchen table that had mismatched chairs, obviously added so everyone could fit. ‘It’s so… cozy’ He subconsciously winced at that… “so homey,” His tone held the slightest tone of disgust…

“Indeed, never believed in the women touch theory till recently myself,” An unfamiliar spoke from the hallway, it was scratchy and pitch… “She got you too huh?”

Dabi looked confused at the sudden appearance of the Ash-blue-haired man, his guard going up to 100% at the unknown being… “Who the hell!?”

“Shigi! It’s not nice to scare the guest!” Dabi never thought he’d be happy to hear her voice… but the somewhat familiar thing in the unknown home… eased him the slightest bit. “and get Shoto! Our newest member has arrived!” She giggled, gently patting Dabi’s back while she walked to the couch, Izuku did the same but instead separated to head to the bar. 

Dabi stood still, watching as each member fell into place… Shigiraki took a seat on the recliner chair, Kurogir remained at the bar but was still engaging with the others… Izuku had returned with a glass of water and took his seat next to Y/N… giggling at his words and Shigirakis complained about how long they took. So lost in watching… trying to figure out what the hell he was looking at. Who were these people? Were they simply going to accept him? Was this… worth protecting? 

“Touya…” His voice was so hesitant, so quiet that Dabi’s burned ears barely picked it up…

“Shoto?” Dabi turned, watching as the dueled-haired man took a single step, halting when Dabi’s shoulders were facing him… hesitant on whether or not he had the strength to continue towards his older brother. He took another step… and Suddenly Dabi was 8 watching Shoto take his first steps again. His mind flashed back and forth… each step getting stronger… more confident… 

“Touya!” Forget the past, forget the pain, in this moment… it was pure siblings….Dabi had hatted him… all his life but seeing him there, no hatred, no rage behind his eyes… just relief to see his older brother alive. Dabi hated himself at that moment.. he blamed him for so many years… when Shoto was tortured just as much if not more… To see his face, another victim of his father's plan… no longer two sides of the same coin, one head and one tail. No winner or loser. No, both now had the same goal, the same drive… the same scars. 

“Shoto,” He wasn’t expecting this, not the tight hold of his arms, not the instinct to protect, care… He was a villain, killed dozens… left his feelings in the past… anything other than rage was forgotten… but these stupid people… this stupid family raising new feelings… or rather… old ones reappearing. He watched as tears fell from Shoto cheeks… “Damn Crybaby…”

“Dabi,” Her voice was soft and cautious, ensuring to maintain the soft environment that had been created. She watched as his teal eyes met her, before glancing around the room, seeing everyone looking at him. Some with smiles, smirks, and girns….

He could feel it… and understood Shigirakis's words from early… ‘She got you two’ the words echoed for a moment… ‘She sure damn did’ 

“Welcome Home!” She smiled brightly, and at that moment… he realized he just met the most dangerous woman in the world… “so happy to have ya!”

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(yello, if you know, SOMEONE REQUESTED ME TO CONTINUE THE HER HEALED HEART STORY!! !! A pt3 so that should be out soon, not sure if it'll be soon: abused, cursing, sex, violence, yonder… LONG FUCKING LONG!! Anyways! ENJOY!!

"Y/L/N…. M-Midoriya" He panted softly, hand pressing against what looked like a barn mark. He heaved, before falling to his knees, leaning his body against the door, just staring at Y/n…"I… I found you…" He smiled… his face contracting into pain pain-stricken smile… "Finally!"

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Y/n quickly used her magic to ensure no one was following him. "He's alone" She spoke, reassuring the others "… Come on Shoto…" She gently took his arm and dragged him to his feet, being cautious of his cradled arm. "come sit on the couch," She ushered him quickly, nodding to the others as she passed them. Once he was sat, wincing from the pain but leaning against the couch with a soft smile. He just stared at her… her hair, her face, her eyes… He had never felt so safe with someone before… so cared for… even when he showed up at her door unannounced, interrupting whatever life she had going on… just to tent to him. They had been gone… just vanished yesterday… And the way Bakugo screamed about a traitor… magic and portal… He knew he had to come hunting for her… them.

"Thank you" He huffed, taking a moment to take in his surroundings, making note of the two new faces and how the one in blue had his arm slung around Izukus's shoulder. A scary but confused expression on his face, relaying his unspoken threats to this unknown man. While Y/n watched his eyes wander, she took the opportunity to truly take in his disheveled appearance. He had blood smeared on his clothing and the burn looked fresh… really fresh… It was shaped like a hand… and a large one at that.

'I'll kill him' Izuku's eyes also zeroed in on the burn mark… knowing a little of Shotos passed… he could guess where it came from.

"A friend of yours?" Shigaraki asked, still hanging off Izuku, being cautious of his fingers. He glanced at the greenet, slightly taken aback by the murder glare he was sending the man being coddled by Y/n… 'oh, jealous?' he silently questioned, before glancing at the new fella… 'No… he glaring at something…' scanning the man, his own eyes widened slightly when he saw the cooked skin on the boy's arm… it was blistering and oozing blood.

"Yes… a good friend of ours…" Izuku muttered, before tapping Shigaraki's arm softly for him to move it. With a soft nod of thanks, he moved towards the couch, where Kurogiri was now standing with a pan of water and a washcloth. "Shoto… what?" Izuku was baffled… how, who, why? Y/n was making quick work… softly healing his other small wounds, but the burn would take the most time… and the pain wouldn't stop.

"Shoto shirt off now," She instructed, getting up to move to the kitchen, the boys were confused by her command. "NOW!" She called the sound of her rummaging through the fridge, soft curses leaving her lips as she struggled to find what she was looking for. 

"Alright… uh. Shigarkai! Can you disintegrate it?" Izuku was trying to find the best source of action to avoid hurting Shoto further.

"I… yeah, easy," Moving forward, he knelt next to the man. "Uh… Names Shigaraki… Imma get rid of your shirt now," He muttered the last part, not wanting the duel-colored man to be confused… or just have some random stranger undressing him. As the shirt slowly disintegrated… the entirety of the burn was revealed… "holy fuck!" It was gruesome… not just the hand-printed burn… but it looked as if an iron had been ran across the upper part of his arm… the skin was a cherry red and steam could still be seen… or maybe it was his ice attempting to soothe the burn.

"Bad… a very bad one," Y/n muttered, finally returning from her hunt in the kitchen… it was far worse than anything she's healed before… yes burns on Izuku from Bakugo… but those were smaller and less severe due to heat expanding due to do the explosion… but this… this looked as if Shoto himself was set on a grill to cook. "Drink… It's Kava tea… will make you sluggish but will help numb the pain," Handing him a hot cup, steam radiating out the top. "It's gross but it's a natural depressant… and I'm not qualified to give you real shit… nor do we have any," 

"Thank you… Y/L/N" With gentle hands he took the cup, using his good hand he took a cautious sip of it… griminess at the flavor…  before going in for another.

"Just Y/n… we're friends Shoto… no need for formality," She had this sad… almost pitiful look on her face. Standing there… staring at a friend who had somehow managed to find them… was severely burned… in the core of a villain institution…. and yet… he looked so relaxed. "Shoto… while the tea kicks in… what happened? Who did this? and Why?"

"My Father," He gritted out, the pain very forward in his voice. "I… wanted to come looking for you… he disagreed," He muttered, simply staring down at the now-empty cup of tea… "It… got out of hand," His eyes wandered to those around him, Y/n who was now kneeling in front of him, Izuku who was standing next to her… Shigarkai was in the chair adjacent to the couch… and Kurogiri was behind him… all eyes were on him. Unknown and dangerous ones… but he's never felt more safe than right there.  "I… didn't know where else to go… I tracked you down… a-and," Y/n smirked as his face seemed to become more lazed… his arm softly falling to his side on the couch, only wincing softly at it…

"it's kicking in… good… and your adrenaline is wearing off," She muttered, standing and glancing at Izuku, silently asking for his assistance. "Here Sho… let us lay you down so you're comfortable," Moving to grasp his good hand, she helped him lay down on the base of the couch, Izuku pulled over a table so his arm could hand off but still rest conformably… "Shhh Sho… Rest now yeah? I'll have yeah fixed by morning," reaching down, still her hand held tightly in his, her free one moving to gently stroke his hair.

"I-I won't turn you in…" He muttered, his hooded eyes moving to find her and Izuku… "I promise… I just.." fighting against the tea and his own exhaustion… "I can't go back… what the heroes are doing… isn't right," Shoto chuckled softly at his own words… "You and I both know that first hand," He spoke motioning to him and Izuku. "I just want to feel safe for once… just for once…" Y/n could only watch as sleep consumed the boy…. his eyes falling shut and his breathing evening out.

"Don't worry Sho… I got you," She muttered, kissing his hand before removing her own… Turning to go find a chair, but of course, her lovely boyfriend was already ready. A comfy chair, a snack, and a drink… waiting for the long night he knew was ahead… "Why are you so perfect?" She chuckled, kissing Izukus's lips softly before taking her seat. "You wanted new members… well now you got one…"

(mini time skip)

The night was long and exhausting… she was struggling to get rid of the burn completely… as if it was emotional and not physical any longer. "Babe… you okay?" Izuku asked, yawning softly before setting down another cup of water for her.

"I'm okay… it's just… It won't go away…" She muttered… holding Shotos arm delicately… "It's healed.. shouldn't hurt anymore… but the scar won't shrink…" Huffing, she tried again, allowing the magic to engulf his arm. Typically, she could make it so only a small remembrance was left… but this scar was taking up the entirety of where the wound was. "I… I don't…GAH!" tears fell in frustration… a quiet sob leaving her lips… she was mad… Mad at Endeavor, Mad at Herself for being unable to save another loved one… "I'M SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT THIS!" her voice was broken… desperate for a solution that was hidden from her.

"Relax, Relax… love… It's okay," He gently lifted her from her seat, cradling her in his arms. Quickly moving to replace her in the seat, setting her gently on his lap. "You are good at this love…" gently caressing her hair, "this is just… something you've never done…"

"B-but… UGH!"

"Shh Shh… you're just tired love…" laying gentle kisses on her hairline he tried to calm her, "You have done amazing… His wound is healed… sure it's a scar… it's still there but he not hurting anymore," With gentle hands, he used one to rub up and down his back, soothing her tense form… "He's here… He's safe… and he knows that," Izuku whispered, softly glancing at Shoto's sleeping form he sighed, "We'll make him pay… Right?…. Y/n?" He felt her breath even out on his neck… as her soft snores followed… He only softly smiled at her, knowing she must be exhausted. She had been up since Shoto walked through the door, while the other, although refusing to leave the room. Took naps or just fell asleep right there. "Huff… it's…" He groaned, reaching for his phone, unable to extend his arm enough… fearful of waking his girl on his lap, knowing if he did, she'd be back to work.

"4:00 am," A deep and proper voice softly spoke… followed by the sound of glass being set down. "You two are truly remarkable… You have a pro hero son laying… peacefully on our couch… two villains, one still awake… and the other," He glanced down at Shigaraki who was snoring on the recliner… "the other… who refused to leave… for god knows why… and then there's you two," Kurogiri chuckled softly… "I had brought her a snack… but seems she's getting the rest she deserves…" Moving slowly towards Y/n's sleeping figure in Izuku's arms… "It's reassuring to know such a power… uh Witch… yes, a powerful witch is on our side," He sighed… smiling at the two… seeing the exhaustion behind Izuku's eyes… "Rest… You need to… I'll take care of breakfast in the morning…" With a soft and uncharacteristic hand, he gently rubbed Izukus's head, as if he was a father praising his son.

"Thank you…" Izuku spoke softly, a yawn following shortly after. As he began to slowly nod off, he smiled before the subcommittee to the sandman. "Night.. Kurogiri,"

"Good Night… Midoriya,"

(Time Skip)

The next afternoon, when Y/n finally woke up… there was a much… loser air? In an odd way. Shigaraki was still on the recliner, now scrolling through the channels on the T.V.  "Hm? Bout damn time you woke up," He watched a Y/n slowly sat up. Her hair was wild and her eyes held crust on them. She groaned, running a hand through her hair, before huffing and moving to take out the hair clip she had fallen asleep with. However, when she went searching for it, she found it was gone. Glancing around, from the floor, to the side table, finally finding it safely on the coffee table, letting out the softest sigh, she reached for it. "Lover boy took it out for ya last night… didn't want ya to be uncomfortable,"

"Where's… Where's Shoto?"

"Ah, you mean candy cane?" He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking the name was very clever but the unamused face Y/n offered him had him clearing his throat. "heme sorry, he's in the kitchen, Kurogiri made breakfast.." He nodded towards the kitchen, "He feels no pain… good job nurse," He smiled at her, not an annoying or teasing one but one that showed true sincerity.

"Thank you… I'm gonna go get some food," As if on cue her stomach growled, making both chuckle. "Right…" Y/n shook her head before moving to stand completely. A satisfying ring of pops from her back caused her to sigh, stretching up towards the sky. She held that position for a few moments before dropping down into a squat, her knees cracking at the motion. 

"Sound like a damn old woman"

"Feel like one," Now at a full stand, she slowly made her way to the Kitchen, where she could hear soft conversation. Smiling at the sight of Izuku with a spoon sticking out his mouth mid-bite, Shoto taking a drink of the milk that was chilled with ice, and Kurogiri standing there… in her baby teal apron and a spatula in hand. 'So this is family… been a while since I've had this' She smiled softly to herself, the memories of her own family and Inko running through her mind. 'This is nice… Yeah, this is nice… "Morning guys," She muttered making her presence known to the trio.

"Y/n!" Shoto quickly stood, moving to hug her… "Thank you…" He muttered holding her closely, his face tucked into her shoulder. "I… was so worried when you two had disappeared… and" Pulling away, he looked glancing up at the two, looking from Y/n to Izuku… "And… listening to how quickly… they gave up searching," Shoto gritted his teeth, anger evident on his face… "Called heroes… but.. they never came to save you guys!"

"It's okay… It's okay!" She muttered, gently petting his hair, "We are happy here! right?!" She moved him to face Izuku and Kurogiri. Izuku smiled brightly, while Kurogiri simply nodded. Their look of joy… not forced, not fake, just… happy. He felt relief like a small weight was lifted off his chest… Knowing that they've been okay… not scared, not hurt, not dead… in a short amount of time, they created a whole new life… one that brought a true smile to their face… one that he wanted to be a part of.

"Very…" Izuku sighed… taking a deep breath… "yeah, very in a strange way," Now moving to stand as well, walking towards Shoto and Y/n. "In a strange way… We… I feel safer here with near complete strangers… than I ever did with those kids," He muttered the last bit, "That we called classmates,"

"That's all I needed to hear," Shoto smiled, nodding at the two. "I wish to have that too… so I'm excited to join you… no matter what," He reached his arm out, clasping hands with Izuku…An audible smack rang through the lair, "I'm here for you… all of you," He nodded towards Kurogiri and the newly appeared Shigaraki who was stuffing his face with a cheese stick. 

"YEAHH!" Y/n giggled and cheered, bouncing around, moving from Izuku and Shoto to Shigaraki, "HEAR THAT!! WE'RE GROWING OUR FAMILYY!" She jumped on him, hugging him tightly…Just breathing… basking in the excitement of it all..but she couldn't help the sudden rush of calmness that flooded her body. "We're gonna be okay," Her mood shifted quickly. A somber look on her face, no one quite knew why, not even herself… but they all just smiled at her. 

"Well, with our new member… we gotta get his shit," Shigaraki huffed, gently patting Y/n's back, cautions of his fingers.

"Oh yeah! we can get it easy, with Kurogiris portals and my magic, be done in a jiffy!" She giggled, pulling away from Shigaraki, "Let's go now! Right? It's mid-day?" She asked, looking to Kurogiri for a response, "So Endeavor should be out working!?"

"Yeah, now would be a good time…" Shoto agreed.

Kurogiri nodded, "Indeed, he should be away," Moving away from the kitchen into the living room. The others followed close behind him, ready to make quick work of this move. Shoto gasped softly, watching as the misty vortex began to swirl in the center of the room.

"Okay Y/n," He spoke her name, still getting used to the informal speech. "You're good to go," nodding towards the portal. Y/n softly thanked the man before poking her head through the mist.

"Okay! We're clear, let's get this shit moving!" She stepped back through, waving her hand for them to follow. "Shoto… a lot of your stuff is gonna be… uh sprayed around the living room," She muttered, glancing around the room, engaging what needed to be moved by her and what could be taken by the boys. "Cause we gotta move fast… Really fast," With the two close behind her, they nodded before quickly moving to grab the most basic essentials, Izuku quickly grabbed an arm full of his clothes, while Shoto quickly ran to the family safe. "Sho!?" Y/n watched as he ran quickly out into the main lobby of the home.

"Leave him, let's get the rest!" Izuku insisted, already on another run of clothes.

"Right!" Using her magic, Y/n quickly picked up his bookshelf, being cautious to not spill any of its contents. Chuckling softly she offered a warning before moving through the portal. "… Imma takes everything… fuck Endeavor…" She growled… scrapping the idea of only essential items… "I'll leave him with nothing to mourn over," Now focused on picking up his entire bed.

(on the lair side)

"GOD DAMN IT Y/N CAREFUL!"  Quickly moving to avoid being crushed by the bed that had just sailed through the portal Shigaraki called. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE ONLY GRABBING ESSENTIALS!"

(back in Shotos room)

"Okay… Y/n, it's bare," Izuku muttered wiping his sweat with the back of his hand, slightly out of breath from the constant running back and forth, Y/n also took a deep breath, happy that they could leave.

"Okay… now where's Shoto?"

"GO BACK THROUGH!" The sound of glass shattering and a door slamming was heard, before two sets of footsteps where heads sprinting down the hall… TWO!!?

"SHOTO?" Y/n called, running to his bedroom door, leaning out to see… Shoto… arms full of a duffel bag… and an angry Endeavor… "FUCK!! IZUKU GO THROUGH THE PORTAL!!" She screamed, waving a violent hand to get the greenet moving "NOW!!" She screamed, before moving back into the room completely.

"Why?"

"JUST GO!" Without questioning her again, he was back through the portal. "SHOTO FASTER!!" She screamed, standing on the cusp of the portal, refusing to leave without him. With panted breath, Shoto skidded into the room, not stopping his strides until he was diving through the portal, not even looking back.

"CLOSE IT!" He screamed, still petrified from just having to outrun his father.

"WHERE IS Y/N!??" Shigaraki had no idea what was going on.. but he knew he didn't see Y/n and that was concerning enough. "CLOSE IT!" Y/n screeched, diving into the portal, a smile painted on her face and a wild look in her eyes.

"Consider it done," As a blast of fire was sent through the portal, Kurogiri quickly closed it, cutting off the danger. As the room fell into an eerily silent state, only the pants of Shoto and Y/n heard…

"Holy Shit…" She mumbled, glancing at those around her, her smile never faltering.

"That was… too close," Shoto was pale, his expression was one of fear and relief. His voice was hoarse and broken.

"But… we got all the shit!" Y/n cackled, looking behind at the array of items that were once in Shoto's bedroom now in the living room.

"Thank you, guys… truly," He sighed, moving the duffel bag off his lap to stand… "and… to prove I'm not just… uh a new roommate," He muttered, before heaving the bag onto the couch, allowing the other to surround it, slowly unzipping the bag. Revealing… a lot of Yen… "I cleaned out our safe… so we have some funds…"

"HOLY SHIT!" Shigaraki chuckled, he'd never seen so much Yen before. "Fuck yeah! I was just gonna accept that with these two," He gestured over to Izuku and Y/n. "We'd pick off strays… but this… this is useful!" He nodded, mindfully picking up a bundle of bills… "haha"

"This is Great Shoto!" Izuku smiled, leaning over the Shigaraki's shoulder to count the amount in a single bundle… trying to gauge the amount they had.  Nodding, Kurogiri followed suit, being he was the main guy for financial stuff. 

"I'll let the master know that,"

"Actually… don't," Shigaraki interrupted him… "Let's keep this," He mentally groaned at the word he was about to say… "Our Family's little secret.." With a shiver in his spine, he was about to gag.

"Yes… this is all very… nice and all…" Y/n spoke, she had been frantic in the corner… flipping through the TV channels… "but we have a situation…"

The others looked at her, not quite understanding what was wrong… "Why? We got the money… his shit… and you weren't seen, or at least your face right?" Shigaraki was nonchalant about it all, until her lack of response… caused the realization to flood over them… "fuck… he saw you?" Dragging his hands down his face, he literately felt like dusting the entire span of Japan when she shook her head… "Fuck… Fuck… This can't get out! not before we attack the USJ!" Now pacing and scratching, he was muttering… Izuku was soon to follow him, muttering about all the potential possibilities… which wasn't helping anyone. "We could kill him," "NO!"

"OKAY SORRY!…" With a huff, Y/n knew why they couldn't… not yet at least… "I.. could try and erase his memories…" now muttered to herself, formulating how exactly she'd have to do it. "I'd need to be able to touch his head," She watched as Shigaraki stopped, considering her suggestion… glancing up to Izuku who shrugged.

"I don't like it… making us deal with two pros in like a span of a week," Further frustrated, he reluctantly nodded. "Fine… fine… It's worth a shot," "Shoto where is your dad most of the day?"

"At his agency…" Shoto contemplated the question a moment longer. He's there seven days a week, usually from 7 am to 9am. Then he leaves for patrol. Then he's back again from 6 pm to 8pm. Then he's home after." He tried his best to remember his father's full schedule, not wanting to risk getting them killed or, worse, captured.

"one issue…" Y/n spoke, "I'm sure he'll be on edge for a while… but I don't think he'll report Shoto missing… especially because he stole from him." Kurogiri knew where she was going, but the others… were quite lost,

"What's that go to do with anything love?"

"it means… we have some time.." She mutters, glancing back to the TV before continuing… "He doesn't want to frame his boy as a criminal… specifically his perfect creation," gesturing to the duel-haired boy… "And none of us are particularly sneaky… we need… someone skilled at this," She muttered, Knowing full well that at most they had 7 days… but realistically only about 2 days until the media and the school started looking into the sudden disappearance of the Todoroki boy… not to mention the USJ preparations where still necessary… and getting Izuku his quirk…  'so much… this had to go perfectly' she was planning… but she knew nobody in this room was far skilled enough to pull this off. "If we wanna pull this off without triggering the media… then we need a pro," Fazed into the background… the news reports of a mysterious killer, rumored to have burned over 100 people in a week, with video of a mysterious man walking into blue flames… unknown, unseen… a complete mystery… Looking at the TV… she smiled… 'perfect' as the blue flames illuminated the room, it gave her this sick and twisted aura…. turning to the others, the color perfectly reflecting off her form… she smirked… "And I think I know just.. the Guy,"

(OMG THAT WAS FOREVER!! Kept rewriting how I wanted to introduce our next man!! Anyways… I'm working on another part for the Shooting Star fic!! Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL)

To be a Hero..... Or maybe PT3

To be a Hero PT1 PT2 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT9 PT 10 Master List

This story is heavely based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yander behavior and abuse. Please be warned this is little more graphic compared to my other storys. Also the time line for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in hight school. Please enjoy and note that i do not own any of the named character except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

(A mini training arc!! this will progress from the start of their senior year to the near end/entrance exam)(Mention of a minimize panic attack"

"IZUKU YOU GOTTA RUN FASTER" called to him as he stood at the other end of the beach panting. When she said she would help him train... he didn't think it would be every day. "YYY/nnn please I'm exhausted" He panted before collapsing into the wet sand, allowing the water to run over his legs and lower torso. He sat there for a while, panting and wincing from the tortures training she’s been putting him through. Y/n came rushing back, kicking up sand and splashing water in her way to meet her boyfriend. She gently moved his hair from his face, showing how red and sweaty he was. With her other hand, she placed it on his chest, feeling for any issues with his breathing or heart. "I'm so sorry Izuku... I shouldn't have pushed you so hard" She let out a soft sigh of relief as she found nothing wrong with him. With him being checked and good, she removed her hand from his face, allowing his hair to fall back into place, with a huff she took a seat next to him in the wet sand. With a squishing sound as she settled, she drug her knees up into her chest and started blankly out into the water. The sound of the waves brushing and crashing the shore did little to comfort her but they did help slightly. "Izuku... I'm sorry.... I forget that the levels between us are a little different" He lifted his head slightly, not quite understanding what she was saying, "What I mean is.... I've been training like this since I was little...” She stopped “T-there a lot I have yet to tell you Izuku… And I owe you an explanation” She sighed. Gently taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and left a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “You can tell me anything, my love... I am here to support you, and I’ll love you no matter what” He was now sitting up, hand in hand… they stared out into the vast ocean. “Okay the truth about me, my past, and my reason for coming here to Japan”

(Mini Time skip)

She allowed the tears to flow, as Izuku brought her into his chest, “Y/n I-I have no words to express how… sorry I am for you love” He placed gentel kisses on her head, holding his position for a moment longer to inhale her scented shampoo, trying to ground himself. She nuzzled closer to him as his hands ran gentle circles across her back, trying to soother her after the small break down she had just had. He still allowed his own tears to flow, unable to contain his sadness from her tale. He felt his heart shred as she shared the experiences she’s gone through just to get away from her past… and now to tell him about it all made him feel a small sense of pride? Maybe relief? Because to Izuku, this was Y/n showing just how much she loved and trusted him, to open up and allow herself to be so vulnerable. “I trust you Izuku, I want to spend my life with you… so I know this was something I would have to share” She spoke, her voice slightly broken from the sobs, but non the less held nothing but pure lover for him.  “And I want nothing more than to be here supporting and loving you Y/n” He squeezed her tighter, reassuring her that he meant every word he spoke, and had every intention to stay true to it. She let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into his chest, allowing herself to breath in his scent, feel the skin on his arms, and listen to the rhythmic breaths he was taking. She felt safe and content, as if from this position nothing could harm them, not Kacchan, Not her mother, not her past, not the future…. All that mattered was the present, the gift that the universe handed her in the form that was her lovely boyfriend. Izuku continued to rub soothing circles, allowing the world to fade into the background… he was here, training to be a hero, with the love of his life… what else could he ask for?

(larger time skip)

Months had passed since they began training, and now nearing the final stretch of their senior year, Y/n could truly see the changes that were occurring with Izuku. He was muscular, not too big but definitely toned, not to mention the amount he had grown. He was taller, pushing 6’1, and had grown in confidence. Kacchan also began to leave them alone, he was beginning to focus on his own future. Every day, they trained, and soon He was able to keep up with her on the beach runs and lift a fridge with no help... he was still the same Izuku but yet he still changed.

Panting, hunched over on the beach, Izuku stood. Y/n sat atop the fridge he had just moved with a bright smile. "Izu! you're doing so well!" She cheered, jumping down to hand him a bottle of water. Landing with a soft thump, she dusted her butt off before holding up a semi-cold water to Izuku. "Here love, you need it" With a soft thanks and gentle hands, he took the water bottle from her hold and gulped its liquids down. She could only admire how far he'd come, his hard work, his determination, his everything led him to this weekend "The entrance exam" She whispered under her breather, only shifting her stare to his arms, they were littered with small bruises and scratches from them training. "You ready for this Izuku?" with a sigh, he removed the bottle from his lips, wiping his mouth, he turned his attention to her. "as ready as my amazing girlfriend could get me" He giggled, running a hand through his crazed hair in an attempt to slick it back, even just slightly. She rolled her eyes, "I'm serious Izu.. do you feel ready? are you nervous? scared?" She was scared, she had no idea what the entrance exam was like without a recommendation. What if pure strength wasn't good enough? what if they asked for a demonstration of quirks? What if he could die? Yes of course she was worried, she knew Izuku was strong and resistant, she made sure of that... but to send him off like that, to an environment that neither she nor him was familiar with scared her... terrified her. She was spiraling without even realizing it, her anxiety, her fears, her everything was coming to the surface. "Y/n" muffled for sound... "Y/n" it kept calling her but she continued to ignore it... too lost in her own thoughts. That was until two large arms grabbed her shoulders, forcing her out of her panic mind "Y/N" With bright green eyes, Izuku stood in front of her. "Y/n babe, talk to me.... come on" He tried coaxing her out of her fiddled position. "Tell me something love, what... what color is my hair?" He was hopeful that distracting her would calm her enough.

"Green... your hair is green... and you eyes are the exact color" Her eyes still glossed but she was staring right at him. "A-and your face is red, with freckles... like a strawberry" She gently ran her hand over his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off of it and the continue in the brightening color. "My Zuku" She sighed, finally gaining some sort of grounding "I'm right here" he whispered kissing her palm and holding closer to his face. "I will be fine," He spoke as if he was in her mind, reading it but in reality he could just read her that good. "Trust me, trust yourself!" He spoke, moving slowly to take her other hand, that played with her knee "You are an amazing teacher... so please have confidence in us" He had their hands clasped together, holding her tightly... watching as her eyes became their normal Y/e/c. "There they are.. those gorgeous orbs" He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding... watching as she completely came back to this moment, away from her mind. "I trust you... and I am 100% sure you will pass this exam" She nodded, determined, ready, and confident in both his and her own ability's. "Tomorrow... You will shake the world" She said staring into his eyes... "And after this summer... WE will shake the world" With his bright smile and reassuring eyes, she knew that that statement was 1000% true. "TO BE HEARD NO MATTER WHAT" the screamed their words, ones that represent their silent promise to one and other. "Okay Zuku... lets go get you ready"...

(I AM SO SORRY!!! My classes just started nack up and let me tell you WOW they have taken a lot of my time,But I am getting in the grove again... Based on my routine I'm hoping at least one chapeter a week for this BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUEST!!!) {ALso side note this story is gonna be tranfered over to its own book that way its not to much of the same here<3)

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

Toya: *monologuing about how Endeavor and Hawks are terrible people who do terrible things like killing Best Jeanist, a fellow pro hero*"

Best Jeanist on his cargo plane: "This is gonna go crazy guys watch."

So i've been thinking

We see that Touya's always had that white streak in his hair, kinda like how Fuyumi has little bits of red in hers

And im just wondering

What if his hair didn't change because of stress or because of Marie Antoinette Syndrome (like some people have said)

What if over time his quirk just did it naturally?? Or what if it's like that thing when kids have a certain hair color at birth/when they are really young and it gradually changes to darker or lighter over time??

The only reason I rule out M.A.S is because Touya has the genes for naturally white hair from Rei so his hair going white as he grows from a toddler to a bigger kid wouldn't be impossible and it doesn't have to be from a medical condition

Anyways these were just my thoughts! Feel free to share yours!!

-appleblondie0397

OH.MY.F*CK

I AM SO HURT RIGHT NOW!!

Soooo-

The reason Natsuo cries when he says this...

Is because Touya literally CRIED to him everyday!

Like 😭 see this is why I have beef with endeavor, he abused & made his own child believe he wasn't worth it because he couldn't live up to his crazy ass biological standards!! He neglected his other 2 kids, and abused his smallest child and his wife like all around Enji is a screw up of a man & father 🤢