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𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

(𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Kira's beginning and All For One's plan...

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

A Teenage Rebellion... In which Kira needs some "time" to get used to being All For One's follower.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

A Lovely Stroll in the Park... In which Kira finds a stranger willing to listen to her ramble about her tragic backstory.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

An Extraordinary Inconvenience... In which Todoroki Shoto finds himself worrying about someone other than himself. A stranger, no less.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

The Punishment of a Lifetime?... In which All For One decides what would be a most deserving punishment for Kira's small taste of freedom.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

An Unexpected Meeting... In which, after a year, Kira is having a relatively peaceful day until she (again) meets the boy from the park.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

An Unexpected Meeting (Pt. 2)... In which, after a year, Shoto is having a peaceful day with his older sister, only to (again) run into the girl from the park.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

Betrayal and a Day Off... In which Shigaraki Tomura expresses his feelings about Kira's one desire, and Kira suddenly receives a day off from training (after sleeping all day).

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Shoto Todoroki x Kira (OC)

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes, villains

A/n: This is intended to be a series, so I hope you all enjoy! I was inspired by a Midoriya x reader fanfic and I will be forever grateful for how inspired I was from that awesome fanfic! I can't tag the creator because my phone is being stupid and not letting me on the author's account, but I'll find a way!

Word Count: 1.6k (1,610)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

All For One was a strange man. He was weighed down by his years of living, all the quirks he obtained, and he couldn't do anything about it. Sure, he could use one of his many quirks to project a villainous idea in many of the civilians' heads and make them commit crimes. He could lure a poor, powerful soul to rule under him and commit heinous crimes in his name. But that was just too boring.

It was too predictable.

He wanted excitement in his life, even if he could see what his future would be with another dozen of his quirks. He wanted to turn his mind off — he wanted a purpose. All For One wanted to control someone, not because he lured them into his schemes, but because he could create them.

Despite what many might think, he did not have the capability to create another person. Even if there was a quirk like that, it'd probably be a useless quirk that would create yet another mindless follower; a person who would complete any tasks with no mind of their own. No… he wanted someone who could fight back with him. He wanted someone who could make their own choices and decide whether they'd follow All For One blindly, or choose to go against him for a greater evil purpose.

However, he could help create a life — A life that could comprehend words and make their own conclusions on what he ordered from them. He had at least dozens of those creation quirks. He could lure a powerful person to his resting area, use a quirk to prepare them to hold his lifeform, and then he could take his creation back and start anew.

Yes… this would work. Even if it couldn't work the first time, he'd try again and again and again until he had his desired result.

All he wanted was to defeat the heroes once more. All For One’s only plausible goal was to torment anyone who possessed the power of One For All…

He could… no… he would get whatever he wanted. At any cost…

—

The plan was in motion. All For One had lured a strong, powerful young woman to his lair. He didn't need anyone with a quirk to be a part of his plan, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity of having a child with a powerful quirk, and then he could inject them with other powerful quirks. He wanted the child to be as powerful as he could get them.

The woman blindly walked in and slowly walked towards All For One. He touched her stomach, putting enough of his power towards this so it would work. As his power flowed through the woman's whole body, All For One could tell that the pain didn't even affect her. This was way easier than he thought.

Once the power had successfully formed the child in the woman, All For One immediately sent her off and let the mind control fade away as she integrated back into society.

The moment was coming closer and closer. He just needed to be patient. Sure, he could've sped up the pregnancy process, but frankly, he did not want to deliver a baby in his lair. He'd rather let a hospital deal with that.

This led to the next step of his plan.

—

He immediately knew that the time had come. As soon as he woke up from his deep slumber, he knew that the child was headed to him. All For One was going to lure the woman back to the lair to give him the child, but the woman came back on her own, demanding answers from the usually frightening man.

She didn't wait for any more answers as she shoved the baby in All For One's arms and left the hideout, never looking back.

That was rather easy…

The child looked nothing like him except for his eyes. His were a faded red that showed no emotion. The only difference was the light that shone in this child's eyes.

He did not wish to control the child's gender, but he was given a girl. From what he could tell, the child was rather beautiful, probably because she resembled her mother. That did not matter though. Not anymore.

Nothing mattered now with what he was going to do next.

—

In order not to kill the young girl, All For One would wait for the young one to gain her quirks. He was going to give her a multitude of his quirks. He planned to give her invisibility, teleportation, creation, and a mind projection quirk, which would allow the girl to project a voice or a message into anyone's head at any time, as long as they were in her radius. Any other quirks he planned to give her would wait until she could control her given quirks, and her natural quirk.

He had not given her a name, but she would respond to anything. She was already very smart for a creation. She could walk almost a year after being born, and she talked up a storm about whatever came to her mind. All For One found it all too much to deal with, but he didn't want to ruin his hard work. Not now. Not when he was getting somewhere.

She was four years old when everything outside of his original plan was taking place. Soon after the girl turned four, All For One could sense a child in the alleyway next to his lair.

A disturbed, traumatized child. Shimura Nana’s grandchild…

All For One went to the alley, and long story short, he invited the young boy to come in. The little girl was the first to see the young boy, who was about nine years old, and she wanted to meet him immediately. All For One stopped her as the young boy went in to see The Doctor. The girl waited patiently, asking All For One what he knew about the child.

“You need to stay away from him. He is capable of hurting you with a single touch.”

And even though the young girl knew he was right, she still wanted to meet the boy. He was the first person close to her age that she could interact with, and that's what she wanted the most.

When the boy was finished in the room, the young girl grabbed the young boy's attention.

“What's your name?”

The boy looked hesitantly between All For One and The Doctor, but he responded almost immediately.

“...Shimura Tenko…”

“That's a cool name! I don't have a name…”

The young boy tried to not speak to her after that, but she wouldn't stop asking him questions, trying to learn more about him. Even when All For One told the girl to be quiet, she would whisper the questions to the boy, hoping to get a response from him. He finally gave in, playing into her game.

“I don't really remember what happened. I just know that my quirk is dangerous… You shouldn't come near me.” The boy's voice shook as he tried to calm himself down. The young girl asked him one more question before he retired for the night.

“Da Da won't give me a name, so will you name me?” Shimura nodded excitedly, already having something in mind.

“Maybe Kira!”

“Why Kira?”

“Sensei said that you're supposed to be his ‘killer’, so Kira suits you best.”

And everyone knew the girl as Kira from then on.

—

As Kira grew older, she was able to control both her given quirks and her birth given quirks. She was born with a photographic memory quirk, which allowed her to memorize anything she saw, read, or felt and save it deep in her brain and she could write and remake anything she had stored in her memory.

All For One trained her strictly alongside the young boy, who's name was changed to Shigaraki Tomura. Kira’s original quirk was already powerful, but her “father” gave her four more powerful quirks to learn and master. Tomura was carefully mastering his quirk while the young girl was still managing to learn two of her given ones. They both took their lessons very seriously, but they still had more to improve on.

The quirk that Kira learned rather quickly was her creation one. As soon as she could, she designed and made special wearing gloves that would prevent Tomura from destroying everything he touched. She presented her invention to him as soon as she could.

“Tomu, I made you a gift!” She showed the ten year old excitedly as he looked at the gloves with a slight fear. The girl bravely held a glove open for him to slip a hand into, trying to ease him into wearing them. He sighed, slowly putting his hand in to avoid touching Kira on accident.

He closed his eyes, prepared but unwilling to see another thing he destroyed. When he opened his eyes, he saw a glove, slightly loose, on his hand. Undamaged. Beyond thrilled, he put on the other glove and patted the young girl on the head. Running around to touch anything he could, he left Kira behind with an emotionless All For One, who still has more to teach the girl.

“Get ready. I'm taking you outside to train your powers.”

Kira readied herself swiftly, preparing herself at a great speed before the two walked outside in an open field.

As time went by, Kira and Tomura grew stronger and stronger, but they were bound to the base, never to be seen by the outside world…

Or so they thought…

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: I stayed up until 12 a.m. to write this chapter, and I do not regret it. Lots of love <3

Word Count: 2.6k (2,606)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

~Kira~

I thought that I'd be living a crazy life that involved going on intense adventures and being undercover. Instead, I'm being forcibly confined in my Da Da's villain base with a doctor, a man capable of creating portals, and the only psychopath that's close to my age. All I want to do is be able to roam the streets and interact with any random person that's willing to listen to me. Y’know if I were All For One, I'd think a bit more logically by allowing my daughter to go out more that way she doesn't decide to turn on me later for a sliver of freedom, but that's just me.

Even when Da Da does allow me to go out, I have to be supervised by one or more of his less recognizable villain followers so I don't run off. I wish that everyone in the base could understand why I'm frustrated, but they're all either fully grown adults who have chosen to make bad choices, or they're (Tomura) traumatized and brainwashed to follow whatever Da Da says. The only way that I can vent my frustration is to violently practice my quirks until I pass out…

Or I talk to Tomura.

I walk into the room, ignoring the “Do Not Enter!!” sign sloppily taped to his bedroom door, and sat next to the 19 year old as he click-clacks away on his video game. I lean my head on his shoulder and watch him play a little bit before speaking.

“Tomu… you ever wanna leave the base for hours on end sometimes? Y'know, just for fun?” Tomura shakes his head, not bothering to pause his game to look at my expression.

“I used to when I was younger, but I've gotten used to it here. I like not being forced outside all the time.” He responded, using his head to nudge my head in acknowledgement. I pursed my lips in disagreement, muttering, “At least you get to leave.”

The boy finally paused his game to give a pointed look in my direction. He dropped his controller carelessly on the floor, propping himself on his bed. Tomura patted a spot that allowed us to lay in the bed comfortably. Sighing, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and spoke quietly to avoid anyone eavesdropping.

“I get what you're feeling, but ya kinda have to accept that Sensei's not gonna let you leave.”

“Do you think Da Da would let me leave if there was a fire?” Tomura tapped a gloved finger against his chin as if he were actually thinking about it. Finally coming to an answer, he smiled at me.

“Even if a tsunami came through and hit your room, he probably wouldn't even let you call for help.” I slapped Tomura’s arm as he laughed uncontrollably. I tried to calm him down as he coughed up a lung.

In a way, his statement felt as genuine as his laughter. I laughed a little to keep from ruining the mood, but he could tell that I was hurt. He shook his head to deny his response, trying to ease me.

“I'm sure he'll eventually let you run around out in the real world. I'm sure he's just doing this to protect you…” He said as he rubbed my arm reassuringly.

I did not feel reassured.

But I smiled regardless, thankful for the encouragement. Tomura wasn't usually an encouraging person because he had no use for it, but he always knew what would cheer me up. I leaned against the headboard, closing my eyes to come up with what I wanted to really say. I allowed my quirk to dig through the boy’s head and projected a message.

‘Thanks. You always know how to cheer me up, don't you?’

His cheeks grew red as he turned away from me, trying not to show me his expressions. I huffed, sliding off of his messy bed and back into the floor. He slid into the floor as well, pressing ‘continue’ on his game, playing it once more. He lost himself in his fictional world, allowing me to leave his room to enter my own fictional world.

—

To my dismay, I had read my small collection of books I hid under my bed, which meant I couldn't lose track of time until I was supposed to train again. This was the only thing I had to keep me from losing my mind, even if some of the books were about how sleeping can heal your body, or how plants survive. Some of my stories were about love, loss, and happiness, and I'd do anything to get that back…

I have to at least ask so I have a chance to gather more books. If I can't have complete freedom, I'd gladly take a whole library of books in exchange.

I hid my books back under my bed and walked out of my room. I made a small lock and key and attached it to my door, locking it to the best of my ability. I didn't want anyone to look through my room without my knowledge, but it would probably happen regardless of what I did.

I sauntered towards Kurogiri, the only person in the room, putting on my most nonchalant face. If Da Da was sleeping or busy with The Doctor, then I'd be good to leave on Kurogiri’s permission. It'd be a lot less trouble to go through him if I could.

I took a calm breath, giving a small smile to the man who could create portals. I can do this… the worst he can say is that I can't leave and I'll never be able to leave as long as I'm under All For One's rule…

I definitely don't want that response.

“Kurogiri.”

“What is it, Kira?” I couldn't help but start sweating as I was confronted with this actual conversation. I thought I'd be smooth about it, and this would already be over with.

But this is actually terrifying. Asking if I can leave is always terrifying.

“Is it okay if I leave to go to a store. I just want to buy a book.” Kurogiri gave me a blank expression (at least what I assumed was a blank expression), thinking about what to say. He looked straight into my eyes, causing sweat to roll down the side of my face. As nervous as I was to receive an answer, I was still on the edge of my seat, ready for anything to happen.

Kurogiri stared at me for what felt like an eternity before he went back to polishing liquor glasses.

“All For One says you should be back before your training starts. He sent for Victor to escort you on your outing.” I nodded, ready to head towards the door before Kurogiri spoke again.

“He states that you are only allowed to roam in the shopping center close to the base. You should have enough time to see or buy something and be back before training.” I stopped in my tracks, allowing myself to inhale deeply, focusing all of my energy into my creation quirk.

I thought carefully about every little detail on the coins and bills I would be using to buy my items, and I felt a part of me drain into making these pieces of money. I created thousands of yen’s worth of money, and stuffed it in my short’s pockets. I thanked the portal man and waited for Victor outside of the building.

I could hear heavy breathing as Victor ran to my side, hunching over as soon as he made it to me. He eventually slowed his breathing to be less unstable, but he was still out of his element. We nodded to each other – his being less coordinated than mine – and we both began to walk to the shopping center.

—

I would never get over the sight of actual people walking around and going into their desired stores to buy everyday items. I especially wouldn't get tired of seeing all of the glowing store signs and the colorful displays outside the shops. I always dreamed of walking outside whenever I wanted and just looking inside the stores just to look. I wouldn't have a reason for going in, but it'd be nice to be able to do so.

Victor led the way after I told him what I was intending on buying, leaving me no chance to sight see if I wanted to catch up to him. He slipped by random passers-by effortlessly while I kept bumping into people, apologizing left and right for the intrusion. He flowed smoothly through the large crowds while I struggled to keep up with the amount of people. If only I was allowed out more, I'd be able to handle this, easy peasy.

We eventually met in front of an unfamiliar store. It must be a new store. I bravely walk in – back and shoulders straight – as I walk to where I see the wall of books.

This store had more than books it seemed. There was only a big shelf of books, and everything I saw ranged from tiny clothes to glow in the dark pens. I had never seen such a diverse room before. It filled me up with adrenaline, causing me to pick up a random book and scan through it almost immediately. I couldn't stop myself. I was just too excited.

In my excitement, I came up with a master plan to keep my book trips from being too frequent: I was going to scan all of the books and store them in my photographic memory. I wouldn't even have to flip through every page of the books in order to gain the full story. I could just commit the titles to memory and I'd have the full book. Victor couldn't be less bothered, standing with a foot propped against the wall. He tapped to an infrequent beat as I expertly studied all of the titles.

I finished faster than I thought, ensuring that I wouldn't be caught. I pick up a random book, glancing at the first page, finding it interesting enough to purchase. I found another book alongside it, choosing to buy them both to avoid leaving empty handed. I looked back at Victor to find him glaring at the other side of the room. I tried to find the cause of his irritation, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the front of the store.

I found myself in front of a small woman with long tiger claws and sabertooth teeth, gently tapping away at the cashier’s device. She looked up at me and gave me a beautiful smile, muttering a small, “Welcome to Everything Palace, how are you doing today?” I froze, only moving to give her the books and to pull out my money. I wasn't used to talking to someone so… nice. Even Tomura had his moments of teenage angst and disrespect towards me.

I nodded my head and gave a small, “I'm fine,” with my best attempt at a smile. The woman gave Victor a side glance, making me worried that he was coming off weird toward the store staff. I attempted to excuse his standoffish behavior.

“That's my brother. He doesn't like shopping at all, so he's not in the best mood.” The woman nodded in understanding, giving me another beautiful smile as she gave me the price for my books. I gave her the exact change and she handed me my bag. As we walked off, I heard the cashier say, “Have a nice day.” I turned around and gave her a small head bow.

We pushed through the glass doors, springing into the calm yet bustling sidewalks of the shopping center, Victor already taking off to head to the base. I pulled him back, receiving a questioning look from the unrecognizable villain. I spoke loud enough for him to hear me through the chatter of more passers-by.

“Can we go to a store that has a hair brush or something? I have extra money…” Victor nodded, warning me that we only had an hour left before I was needed for training. I acknowledged his message and we walked through more busy crowds towards another unfamiliar store.

—

The wind picked up quickly as we hurried out of the store back to the quieter walkways. I exhaled, wanting nothing more than to wander to more shops or areas to release my stress levels. I seriously did not want to leave. Even with all of the discomfort of bumping into different people and such, I would rather remain here than in another place.

I was gonna go crazy if I went back to the base. I was gonna do something crazy…

I let myself fall behind as Victor continued to stride back to the lair. I couldn't move away from the front of the store. I couldn't even push myself to move back into the store. I just continued to stand there, waiting for something to happen – for someone to take me away to a better place than where I was living.

But as I continued to stand here, I realized that my “bodyguard” hadn't moved at all. He was staring at me from a distance, urging me to come with him, but I wasn't thinking straight.

And because I wasn't thinking straight, I started running.

Oh my God, I was running!

Running away from Victor.

I could hear his feat pounding harshly against the sidewalk as I kept on running. He was already tired, despite the fact that we only walked to every place we went to, but it didn't seem to stop him from running… just like me. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, making me feel absolutely invincible to the world. I didn't know where I would run to, but I knew that I wouldn't stop.

And I knew Victor wouldn't stop either. I kept my pace, even when he started using his energy to run faster. My brain turned off the moment I started moving, so I turned myself invisible and sprinted into an alleyway opening. I searched my body for anything that would give me away, and I found a small tracker pressed firmly to my shirt. I managed to peel it off and stomp on it before throwing it as far down the open street as I could.

Before I could catch my breath, Victor was right in my path. I held my breath as the villain stopped in the alleyway, trying to sense where I was. I couldn't give up this easily – it would be a waste. If he found me right now, I would be dragged home and tied to a chair and probably tortured to death. Or until I became obedient.

He walked slowly down the small area, getting closer and closer to where I was hiding beside a dumpster. I prepared for my end long before I started my chase, but before the man could get any closer, I felt my mind connect to his, projecting an out of breath voice in his brain.

‘I ran into a dead-end! I need to go deeper…’

The villain's legs twitched, pulling away from my hiding spot as he decided to run deeper into the alleyway. Far away from me…

He dropped my bags of things before rushing to my assumed destination. I wasted no time in gathering my items and pushing myself in the crowds of people as I turned off my invisibility. I had no idea where I would go, but I would find out once I got there.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: I spent most of my free time during classes writing this chapter, and I once again do not regret it. (This is becoming a pattern...)

Word Count: 1.9k (1,922)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

~Kira~

I tried not to panic, but I had no idea where I was going. The streets felt neverending, and the people didn't stop coming. I inhaled deeply to calm myself, but it wasn't enough. I felt overwhelmed and scared, but also excited and rebellious.

I felt like I could fly…

And if I could fly, I'd crash right back down and smash my face into the ground.

I was free to go wherever I wanted as long as my “bodyguard” couldn't find me, and that would probably be for a while. He seemed to take my subconscious bait and ran to find me at the end of the alleyway. I couldn't tell if my projection quirk activated out of fear or survival.

It definitely wasn't that serious. Even if he had caught me back in the alley, the worst Da Da could've done was forbid me from having anything or going anywhere with someone constantly watching me.

But thinking about the consequences wouldn't get me to a safer place. I had to actually look around and find somewhere to hide, but also some place to enjoy the city. It seemed impossible to find a place exactly like that, but my luck was turning around today, because I found the perfect place:

A park.

I had only seen them in magazines or picture books, but they could not compare to the actual thing. I was in awe at how nice and beautiful the scenery was. It also had lots of trees. Absolutely perfect for hiding.

I sauntered onto the park’s pathway, appearing as nonchalant as I could to avoid suspicion. I was just another regular, non-villain citizen enjoying a stroll in the park, as one does. My outfit made me fit in with the crowds, the only abnormality being my faded red eyes. Other than my unchangeable facial features, I wore a simple pair of black shorts, and a tight black tank top, with combat boots that fit a little too snug.

I found a park bench nearby, and I approached it with ease. I sat down quietly, choosing to tap my foot to the same infrequent beat that Victor had tapped to in the Everything Palace.

If that place really did have everything, I would have to come back and get more stuff.

A gentle wind passed by as I dropped my chin into my hand, not as calm as I'd like to be. I shivered, not being used to the sudden temperature change, even if it was a simple breeze. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath in, then out, then in, then out.

I opened my eyes to see a boy who actually looked my age (sorry Tomura) sitting next to me on the bench. He distanced himself, but was still close enough that I could feel his presence. I wondered how long he was here…

I stared at him for a couple of seconds, but when I went to turn away, I felt him shift in his seat. I intended not to keep looking at him, but as my eyes wandered to where he was, I saw him staring back at me intensively. I met his intensity with my own, sitting up and turning my full body towards him.

We continued to stare at each other until I spoke up.

“Why are we just staring at each other?” the boy's red and white hair shook as he looked back down at the book in his hands. I looked down as well, immediately recognizing the book's title. I smiled at him.

“I’ve read that book before,” I stated enthusiastically, but the boy continued to look down at it, twiddling his fingers. I tried again.

“I won't spoil it for you, but I found it really good.” The boy finally looked up from his hands, giving me a curt nod. We continued to awkwardly stare at one another. We tried to break the silence.

“What's your name-”

“Why are you talking to me-”

Another brief moment of awkward silence before I gestured for him to speak again.

“I don't get why you're talking to me. Why?”

“Why am I talking to you?” He nodded, tilting his head in confusion.

“Well, simply put, you're the first person I've seen since I've been locked away in my own home.” I knew that my answer would spark a few questions, which was what I wanted. I wanted the boy to keep talking to me. I wanted to savor this moment.

But he only nodded, looking away once more. Again, awkward silence.

I hate every moment of this. I have to get him to talk to me.

Well, if he won't talk to me, then I'll do all of the talking.

“You probably just want to read your book in peace, but I'm gonna talk. You don't have to listen.” The boy nodded, opening his book to the very first page. He must be a fast reader because he only glanced at the page for 5 seconds before flipping the next one.

“So I was created by my Da Da, and it wasn't a normal creation,” The boy's hair moved slightly as his eyes met mine in a slight glare. I raised my hands, trying to defend myself.

“I'm not about to say anything weird! I was just going to say that my Da Da used a quirk to make me. He lured a woman to his place and created me.” I stared off, trying not to think about how weird this sounded.

“After the usual 9 months of pregnancy, the woman had me in a hospital. As soon as she could, she came back to my Da Da's home and she dropped me off with him, like he planned for her to.” Again, his different colored eyes looked up from his book and at me, almost in disbelief. It was understandable… a random stranger telling another random stranger about a possibly fake backstory. But I persevered.

“So my Da Da raised me up to 4 before he took in another kid, who is currently 19 years old. He's mean to me sometimes, but he's the only company I have that isn't a full grown adult.” I began to rock back and forth as my anxiety sank in. I was really telling this random stranger my life story. Even if he didn't believe me, I would face far worse serious consequences if Da Da found out.

But I continued.

“After I turned 5, Da Da gave me four of his quirks, and I got my own. He trained me to use all of them, and I wasn't really allowed to leave the house. I'm still not allowed to leave, but sometimes I get permission to go to the shopping center and buy things. I have to take a bodyguard with me though.” The dual haired boy nodded in what I assumed was understanding, because he looked up and stared at me once more.

“That’s why I'm out here now. I asked to go and buy books from the shopping center, and I had to bring one of my Da Da’s follow- I mean bodyguards with me.” The boy's book was closed and disregarded as he paid attention to my story. He only interrupted to ask a question.

“Why are you here now? Aren't you supposed to have a bodyguard with you?” I acknowledged him, giving him an answer.

“Uh, about that… I kinda ran away from him.” I expected the boy to shake his head in disapproval, like everyone else usually did, but he only gave me another curt nod, letting me continue.

“So, now I'm on the run. I'm gonna be in so much trouble when he finds me and drags me home…” The boy gave me a sympathetic look, as if he understood my struggle. He began to speak quietly.

“What kind of quirks do you have?” I peered at the dual eyed boy, wondering if I had given him too much information. But then I realized, I had piqued his curiosity!

I grinned, scooting closer to him as I replied.

“I have 5 right now, but I'm supposed to get more when I turn 15,” I prepared my hands to show him my quirks at play. The boy instinctively backed away, causing a knot to form in my stomach.

Was I already making a new person I met afraid of me?

I couldn't fret; I had to show him what I could do.

“I have a creation quirk,” I felt more of my energy drain as I pulled a copy of his book from under my shirt, allowing him to flip through the pages to see if it was accurate.

“I can also use my creation quirk to create things from my photographic memory quirk,” I gestured for the boy to flip to a random page of the book, show it to me, and then quickly take it away so I could prove my quirk to him.

I read back the whole page, word to word, and he gave me a ghost of a smile. I smiled back and continued.

“I can…” I turned invisible and teleported to the other side of the bench, gently tapping his shoulder. He turned in my direction before I appeared back into his sight. “...turn invisible and teleport,”

His eyes shook as he grabbed the handle bar of the bench. He looked quite startled.

“And last but certainly not least, I have-” As I tried to give a demonstration of my quirk, I was harshly pulled away from the boy's side, hitting the ground. I gazed at the perpetrator, ready to yell, but I was met with a familiar set of fingers…

Finger guns…

As I tried to run away, Victor’s hand pulled me back up in an attempt to make me stand. I thrashed around, attempting to run away from the villain's arms. But it was no use.

I was caught before I could even finish showing off.

The dual haired boy sat as still as he was before, but I could see his eyes move between me and my “bodyguard”. The only movement he attempted was to raise his hand, but he decided not to fully raise it. He only let it hover over the bench.

Puffing out a gust of air, I gave up on freeing myself from Victor as he held my purposely limp body. He glared at the boy around my age before he gave a fake smile.

“Sorry kid, my, uh, sister's gone off the deep end. She's… she's not there in the head,” I glared at him, the man holding me tightly to prevent me from running. He looked down and gave me a pointed look.

The boy looked as though he didn't believe Victor, but he nodded anyways. I glared down at the ground to avoid getting in more trouble, but I could sense that I wouldn't be able to see the light of day again.

Especially after what I had done.

The villain gave a fake smile to the boy before dragging me off. I looked into the boy's heterochromic eyes and used my final quirk.

‘Thanks for the talk. It was nice meeting you!’

He gave me a nod in understanding, watching as I was forced to leave the park with Victor.

Maybe I'd see him again in the future, but it wouldn't be likely. I'd probably be dead by then if All For One had a say in it.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: I was so busy the last couple of days I wrote this chapter, but I managed to finish it!

Word Count: 1k (1,055)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

~Shoto~

The one day that I was able to avoid my old man's training session, I had to be inconvenienced with someone else.

All I wanted was to read at the park. My house always feels too cramped to actually relax.

But I also feel rather guilty.

The girl that talked to me initially annoyed me with her constant attempts to have a conversation, but as I saw her getting dragged away, I couldn't help but feel frustrated with myself. I saw that man approaching her. I could've stopped him if I wanted to.

But I didn't.

It shouldn't even matter to me. I'll never see that girl again. We didn't even share our names. And even if we did, she said that she's not allowed to leave her house without permission.

I should just forget. It's not my fault that she ran away and stayed to talk to me…

I walked back home, trying to forget about what had happened. I have other pressing matters to worry about.

As I walk through the door, I am greeted by my older sister, Fuyumi.

“Welcome back, Shoto! I made you some lunch before you train with dad.” She smiled as I sat at the table, eating the food. She sat across me, flaunting her new glasses.

“You like em’, don't you?” I could not desipher if she meant her glasses or the food she made for me. I took a guess, saying my answer cautiously.

“...Yes?” Fuyumi shook her head in disapproval, probably already knowing what I was thinking.

“Shoto! I mean the glasses! Don't you like them? I got them yesterday after I went to get my prescription renewed.” I nodded, not understanding what was so exciting about the glasses. All I could do was agree.

“Now, Shoto, do you like the food?” I nodded quickly, patiently waiting to answer after I finished my food.

“It's delicious,” My sister looked at me expectingly as she waited for me to finish more of my food. I looked back to her and nodded my head.

“...Thank you.”

She smiled brightly as she came around the table to give me an unexpected hug. My body tensed up as she shook me back and forth.

“You're most certainly welcome!” She picked up my empty plate and put it in the sink, waving a hand when I tried to wash my own plate.

“Go and get ready for training, Sho.” I gave a curt and unamused nod, walking slowly to the training room. I wanted nothing to do with the old man’s traing sessions, but he drilled it into my head that I needed to, “Be the strongest student at U.A.!” I couldn't care less about what the old man said. I could just train on my own.

But as I slid the door open, I noticed that the room looked different. There was more training equipment, and my father sat on a small bench, staring at the wall. When he finally saw me waiting, he rose to stand in front of me. He looked into my eyes, attempting to intimidate me.

“Shoto. I did not say you could skip your training.” He said in his usual voice. The same voice that sounded like he would yell at me any minute. I did not flinch though, because I've been used to this. It is the routine.

“Where were you? Explain to me what you found more interesting than attending your strength training?” I held in an annoyed sigh, knowing that any attempt to calm down would be met with anger. I stared back into his eyes and braced myself.

“I was reading in the park,” the smallest specks of flames threatened to erupt from my father's body, so I shook my head.

“If you want me to be the number 1 hero, you can't work me until I'm dead. I need to rest.”

The old man's face morphed into complete anger – flames erupting. I continued to stand there as if I wasn't bothered, but it did bother me. Unexpectedly, he began to laugh. His laughter turned into louder laughter, then he yelled out in triumph.

“Oh, we're going to work you today!” He laughed once more, causing my head to spin for a moment.

—

I opened my bedroom door before I collapsed onto my bed. I took a deep breath in. I took a deep breath out. I would not let this get one over on me.

As I attempted to breath through the pain, I subconsciously thought about that girl.

That annoying, troubled girl.

I can't say much, because I'm not in the best situation either.

The point is, I started thinking about the girl, and I wondered if she was okay. Was she serious when she said she was going to get in trouble? Is she being punished right now? Why was she so willing to tell a complete stranger about her situation?

All of these questions would remain unanswered, because I would never see her again. I would never hear her talk about how her father locks her in their house, only allowing her to go on with permission and a bodyguard. I was never going to ask her what other quirks she was going to get when she turned 15.

And despite the initial irritation I felt towards her, I could see her side of things. I don't interact with anyone because it's a waste. Nobody wants to know how I actually feel – because I'm Endeavor’s son. That girl only came up to talk to me because she desired freedom. She ran away from her guardian because she wanted to have a choice to leave her house. I can leave whenever I want, although I would likely receive yelling from everyone under this household. But she can't.

And that brings back the guilt.

If I had warned her about the man approaching us, she could've run away. She could've run far, far away and never seen me again.

But she would be free….

I continued to breathe in. And breathe out. And I continued until I fell asleep. I couldn't think about unnecessary things if I wasn't conscious.

I should have this dilemma figured out by morning. It shouldn't be my focus.

So I will erase it from my memory and forget it ever happened.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N:

Word Count: 2.4k (2,409)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

~Kira~

Being dragged home isn't fun. For starters, if you're not actively resisting, your shoes trail across the cement, and then your shoes get all scratched and ruined. Secondly, it hurts to resist being dragged just as much as purposely going limp. My legs and arms – especially my arms – are already incredibly sore because of the grip that Victor has on me. And lastly, it's agonizingly slow. If someone had told me that this was a form of torture back in the ancient days, I'd believe them.

But I deserve this for running away. This would've been the only way to teach me that my actions have consequences. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could stomach the idea of doing this again, especially with Victor again. He'd probably grab me as soon as I walked out of any store just to make sure I wouldn't run again.

But if I had to be dragged all the way home for a millennia vs. receiving whatever punishment All For One gave me, I'd choose to be dragged. Now that I think about it, it's not as bad as the idea of being punished! Yeah, I think I'd prefer to have Victor drag me home instead of facing my actual consequences.

But the universe doesn't give me what I want.

We eventually made it home. Victor dropped my arms and I landed roughly on the ground. I was a splattered pancake of anxiety. If I could've curled up into a ball and hid under my bed until I died, then that would be better than the upcoming punishment. I did not want to think about what Da Da could do to me with a snap of his finger.

And because of my reluctance to move into the house on my own, Victor had to lift me up by my sore arms once more, and drag me inside.

To say I was scared would be an understatement. I was terrified. I cannot emphasize how much I don't want to be in this situation, but here I was.

I was immediately greeted by a usually expressionless Kurogiri, alongside Tomura. I was dropped onto the floor again, landing with a huge thud sound. Tomura looked at me with curiosity, tilting his head to question why I was on the floor. I looked up at him only to shake my head to him as I dug into his mind.

‘I’m in serious trouble now…’

My housemate looked around cautiously before staring back down at me. He let me read his thoughts for a splinter of a moment.

‘What did you do?!?’ Tomura thought as he had begun to move towards my direction. Kurogiri stopped him, holding him back by his shoulder.

More confusion was spread across his features. I had to respond.

‘I… kinda ran away from Victor and went to a park.’

The 19 year old’s eyes were laced with concern as he shook his head in disapproval. Kurogiri's hand tightened around Tomura’s shoulder.

Before any more could be said – or thought between us – I was lifted up into a standing position. My legs hurt too much to even think about standing, but I walked to the back of the building with the support of the villains.

They led me to where All For One was resting.

I forced the anxiety and fear down my throat, hoping to stomach whatever was threatening to come out.

At last, I stood before my father as his villain followers continued to hold me. I lifted my head up, and was greeted by the expression my Da Da made. He had no eyes, no nose, not even a mouth. I always wondered how no one was afraid to look at him, but in truth, everyone was afraid to look at him.

Except for Tomura and I. We were so used to seeing his terribly inhuman face, we could not seem to fear it. But looking into where his eyes should be would often lead to a rabbit hole of possibilities in my mind. How was I supposed to know what he was thinking without the sudden quirk of his lips, or the twitch in his eye? So we stood there for what felt like an eternity until Da Da finally spoke up.

“Is Kira here?” He asked in a suspiciously calm tone. I tapped my foot the infrequent beat I heard from Victor before, waiting for anyone but me to say something.

“Yes, she is right here!” Victor dropped me to the floor again, and I fell with a loud thud once again. The two villains left me there before All For One’s voice rang out in the room.

“Leave. I wish to speak to the girl. Alone.” The two men left the room, closing the door behind them. I feared for the worst, but I believe the anticipation was the scariest part. My father did not move, like he could anyway. He sat there with no sudden movements. I kneeled on the ground before him, hoping to spare myself anymore embarrassment.

“I have heard of what you've done,” He started as I continued to kneel, head lowered completely. He continued.

“And I can hear the worries in your mind. You fear the worst, don't you?” I nodded, trying to pull myself together until I could shut myself in my room forever. I could not handle anymore of this anticipation.

“Well, you worry for no reason. There's nothing to fear about.” I looked up, tears threatening to run down my face, but I wiped them away. Confused, I moved closer to All For One to see if I could hear him correctly.

“What do you mean?” I said as my voice trembled. “I did something wrong… don't I receive a punishment?” I gulped whatever anxiety I felt and stayed still for the longest time before Da Da responded.

“Punishment?” He laughed to himself as I stared up at him in disbelief.

“There will be no punishment. Who gave you that idea?” I felt a sort of anger mixed with relief that I wasn't going to ever leave the house again, but I also felt lied to. The whole point of forcing me to never run away would be to give me a punishment, right?

But I kept my mouth shut, even if he could read my thoughts.

“Child, there is no reason to punish you. Teenagers rebel all the time. The only lesson you should learn is to never run away again.” He gestures towards the door to the room.

“Preferably for my followers’ sake.” I nodded, wondering if this was it. I wondered if I got off scott free.

“So… what do I do now?” I asked in a cautious tone. Da Da tilted his head in my direction, waving me off as soon as he was done with me.

“You’ll go to your room and resume the rest of your days as normal. And don't bother your other authority figures again.” I nodded once more, standing up and bowing to my father.

“Yes, Da Da.”

“I'm not your father, girl.” I shook my head before limping out of the room. I let the door gently close behind me with a click. As I walked down the hall back to the main room, there was no one to be seen. They had all vanished.

I couldn't care less. I was ready to use the rest of my energy to create the books from my memory, hoping that it would keep me occupied. I felt more and more of my skin go numb as I created more and more books, stacking them under my bed in alphabetical order.

I was about finished until I heard a knock at my door. By this time, I had no patience or energy to deal with whoever was there, but I called out to them.

“You can come in.”

Strolling in came a wild haired Tomura with newly made gloves, and cleaner clothes than before. My eyes were blurry and I was not in a good conscience, but I patted a spot on my bed regardless. Tomura sat calmly on the bed, probably afraid to ruin whatever was on my bed. I finished creating my books and slid them under the bed as gently as I could.

Tomura's voice was quiet as he spoke.

“What did he say?” I stared at him with confusion written all over my features, trying my best to comprehend who he was talking about. He shook his head, repeating what he said.

“What did Sensei say? Y'know, All For One?” I finally registered who he was referring to, and I pulled the memories of exactly what he said to me.

“He told me that he wasn't going to punish me.” His eyes were wide as he gawked at me. I continued.

“As long as I don't do anything else wrong, I won't receive a punishment. Da Da didn't give me anything specific.” Tomura nodded as he placed his hands behind him, leaning back on his arms. I kicked off my boots as I fell back into my bed. I was dozing off until the older boy spoke once more.

“Tell me what's on your mind before you go to bed.” I wanted nothing more than to sleep. But it's not like I had to do anything important tomorrow, other than training. So I gave into his curiosity.

“I met a boy at the park I ran off to. He didn't say much to me, but I talked enough for the both of us.” I sighed as my fingers ran through my tangled hair. “He only asked me why I was talking to him and what kind of quirks I had.” I could feel Tomura's eyes on me as I turned away from him.

“It was fun.” I whispered as if I was telling someone a secret. It did feel like a secret. The boy beside me didn't say anything, but I knew he was thinking something. I couldn't just ask him, because he's not that type of guy. He wouldn't just tell me his feelings if he was being held at gunpoint.

He spoke up.

“What was so fun about it?” His voice was quiet, but not soft. It was rough. He must've felt some way about my emotion because he only started acting like this when I said how I felt.

“Well, I'm not used to going out. It was nice to talk to someone new for a change, even if he didn't say much. I could say whatever I wanted and we'd never see each other again.” I felt the bed shift as I kept my eyes closed. I rolled back to where Tomura was sitting, opening my eyes to see him staring back at me. I closed my eyes again. He took in a deep breath and spoke once more.

“I just don't understand. It doesn't sound all that fun.” I shook my head and looked him in the eyes.

“When you've been completely sheltered all of your life and never allowed to leave your house outside of shopping runs and having a bodyguard, any sort of freedom is considered fun.” The boy in front me stared back at me, still not seeing the appeal. I turned back over and made myself cozy, only for Tomura to roll me over again. I rolled my eyes.

“I'm so tired, you have no idea!” He laughed quietly as he poked me all over my arm.

“I heard that being tired is the best time to talk. Just let it all out!” I rolled back over and pulled my blankets over me. I kicked him off the bed, making him land on the floor. He let out a small “ow” before crawling over to where my head was. He stared as I tried to fall asleep. But he was really starting to annoy me.

“Fine. I'll tell you something that'll shut you up!” Tomura grinned as I huffed, spilling my guts.

“Because I've been reading a lot of different books, I kind of have an understanding of how the outside world works,” I started, catching the boy's curiosity. I sighed, continuing.

“And I've read many love stories.” I could feel him roll his eyes before I could finish. My goal was to shut him up, and that was what I was going to do.

“And I've been thinking a lot about us. I know we've got a problematic age gap, but I think I am, in some way, in love with you.” Tomura's eyes shot up, going from amused to panicked. He put his hands in front of him, trying to stop whatever I was going to say next. But I was going to keep annoying him.

“I mean, I know it's not actual love because you're the only guy in my life that isn't a 30+ year old villain, but it just kinda happened.” I tried to stop myself from laughing in my sleepy haze, but I was already at the point of giggling.

“And you need to stop messing with me so much, or else-” I felt his glove pressed against my mouth to keep me from spewing more nonsense, but I was laughing like crazy by the time he pulled away. I looked up to see Tomura's face shift to disgust as he saw how much I was laughing. I calmed myself down as Tomura gave me a pointed look. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“I was just kidding! I wanted to annoy you.” He scowled as I began to laugh again, pointing a finger in my face.

“You better be! I'm not into you like that, and the last thing I need is some teenage girl thinking I'm the hottest guy around!” I rocked from side to side as I calmed down again.

“Yeah, says the guy who's a literal man child!”

“That has nothing to do with this conversation!” Tomura pushed me farther in my bed as he got up to leave. After shutting the door as quietly as he could, I was finally able to sleep in peace.

Despite the promise of no punishment, there was no guarantee for anything else in my future. I would probably experience the scenarios that I had been trained for in the future, and I don't think I'd be able to deal with it.

So I dismissed the thought and dozed off peacefully.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: It took me forever just to write this chapter, but I'll try to get back some motivation to finish the next one in a couple of days!

Word Count: 1.5k (1,580)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

~Kira~

One year later…

Despite the fact that I wasn't punished for running away, I still feel the urge to not try what I did again. Da Da did tell me not to cause anymore trouble with his followers, but they probably don't want to deal with a teenage girl any time of the day anyways. I've been trying my best to stay out of trouble, and I only ever go out to get more books or actual food, but even then, I try to keep close to the villains. I don't want any of the villains, or my father, to have an excuse to keep me locked away at home.

I've been training more, and I recently gained two new quirks: Telekinesis and super strength. They were pretty hard to learn, but with my father's guidance, he showed me how to tune into them. I'm supposed to receive more in a couple of weeks, but I'm content with the ones I have now. It feels like I'm juggling way too much at once.

Despite my consistency of not getting in trouble, Tomura has been distancing himself from me. When I do talk to him, he's always talking about how Da Da has given him some responsibilities to deal with, but that's as much as I'll get out of him. He's either gaming or with my father. I don't know how to feel…

But since I've had nothing to do but training and occasionally going out, I've been living in a fantasy world thanks to my books. If I didn't have these books, I probably wouldn't have any understanding of the outside world. I know it's not all happy-go-lucky like it is with most of my stories, but reading them gives me a greater insight on how actual people operate, and how everyone has different personalities.

I'm, unfortunately, running low on my book supply once again, so I ask Kurogiri if I can go to the bookstore.

“I need to go get more books from the city again. Am I allowed to leave with a villain?” Kurogiri gives me the same blank expression as he ponders on my request. Before, I would've nervously played with my fingers and shift my feet until I was confirmed to leave, but now I just sit patiently in front of the portal man until I receive a response. Eventually, Kurogiri gives me a nod.

“Yes, you can. You will leave with Oxy-Man. He will be waiting for you by the exit.” I give a grateful nod back, making my way to the door. I am stopped when Kurogiri says one last thing.

“Make sure not to cause trouble for anyone else, please.” I look back and sigh.

“Kurogiri, you say that every time I go out these days. The thought hasn't even crossed my mind!” I receive another expressionless face.

“... Until now…” He turns back to his work as I think about what he said. I did cause a lot of trouble for everyone that day, but I've proven that I won't do it again.

But I also see their perspectives. If I had the guts to run away the first time, there's no doubt that I'd do it again. Even then, they could easily find me and take me back to the base. It's not like I'm completely free to do whatever I want.

I gather the necessary items I need before I leave. I have enough money to buy some more books, but I make more money just in case I need it. I shuffle out the door and give my thanks to Kurogiri.

My villain bodyguard waits for me outside the door as I walk out and we give each other a nod as we head towards the shopping center. I want to go to an actual book store so I'm able to copy more and more books and find more variety.

As we make our way there, I look over to see Oxy-Man right next to me, staring ahead. After I had pulled the “run away” stunt, I've always been worried that the villains would be more aggressive whenever I was around. I didn't want to have to deal with more roadblocks in my life.

But nothing has really changed ever since I tried to leave. The villains treat me the same, except for Victor, who still holds a small grudge against me. In fact, most of them are easier to be around when we're not being constantly watched by my Da Da.

I focus my attention back on the store signs, looking for a bookstore. Oxy-Man hasn't said much of anything to me ever since we left, so I don't expect him to say anything until now.

“There are multiple bookstores in this area. Which one would you prefer to go to?” My body involuntarily shivers as I look back at the villain. When I don't respond immediately, he starts pointing out the stores he sees. I point at the last store he pointed to, and the villain quickly walks across the street, pulling me along. I allow myself to be pulled to the store, hoping that we stay out of the base for longer.

—

We walk into the store and I am overwhelmed by the amount of books there are. On one hand, there are a lot of books. Enough to keep me occupied for months. But on the other hand, there's no way that I could actually copy all of these books without feeling a little guilty.

I grabbed at least 5 books off the bookshelf and cradled them in my arms. I carefully put them down on a nearby table, picking one of the books and pretending to examine it. I glanced at a page and then looked up to the huge bookshelf and let my eyes wander. My mind felt like it was going to explode…

Oxy-Man tapped his foot in a steady beat, unlike Victor did the last time he took me out. I looked back to see the villain scanning the store and everyone around us. I muttered a quick “sorry”, causing him to look back at me with his full attention.

“Sorry? For what?” I shrugged, gesturing to the books around me.

“Sorry for keeping you here for so long. I just don't wanna get in trouble with the staff for memorizing the books.” He shook his head, giving me a serious look.

“You're not bothering. I'm here to keep ya safe. Take as much time as you need.” I gave a grateful smile before continuing at the task at hand. He nods back.

I turn back to the books and continue memorizing the words as quickly as possible. I subconsciously delete uninteresting or useless memories of books I've read before as I add more copies to my brain. I keep all of the info in my memory until I feel like I can't hold anymore. I finally turn away from the books, only to grab the ones I set on the table. I carry the books once more and head off to look at a couple of knick knacks that had caught my eye, only to have my bodyguard pull me back. I turned to him in surprise .

“Let me carry those books, yeah? Don't want you getting tired before you get to go home.” I nod in appreciation, quickly passing the books into his arms before he could protest. I head back to the knick knacks as I feel Oxy-Man following right behind me.

I picked up a small sculpture of a brown bear holding a blue covered book in one paw, while adjusting its glasses with the other. I let out a small laugh as I examine it closer – memorizing every little useless detail. I see that there are words, although tiny, written in the blue covered book. I manage to successfully read the words and repeat them under my breath.

‘Don’t try. Do! You don't need to hesitate if you're making the right decision!’

There are more words underneath, but they only read real life warnings that no one would expect to be in a fake book that a sculpted bear was carrying around. It read, ‘No smoking. No drinking. No drugs. And most importantly, you should stay in school!’

I finally set the bear down and looked around to see Oxy-Man leaning towards me, muttering something under his breath.

“I'm gonna look at some books myself. You know what not to do.” I gave a small smile, watching him walk off from his previous position. I continued to look at the cute library sculptures until I couldn't stand to look at them anymore. I walked off to another area to find magazines and lots of reading and writing supplies. Pencils, pens, reading glasses, and more were propped up on wall hooks not far off from the magazines.

I shuffled over to the bright and colorful paper thin magazines, looking at all of the distracting covers. Things like, ‘All Might saves another round of civilians after a massive assault took place!’ appear in large and bold print, making it almost apparent that I wouldn't be interested in reading the contents. I skim through the pages of different articles and such when all of a sudden, I feel a strong hand on my arm, causing me to drop the magazine back on the rack.

I turn to find the familiar eyes of the stranger I met in the park.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: As usual, I found the inspiration to stay up until 1 a.m. to write and finish this.

Word Count: 2.2k (2,281)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

~Shoto~

My old man begrudgingly told me to take a day off from training, only because he was going to be busy working for the whole day. I still remember him saying, ‘... Don't leave the house for ANY reason. I will be back to train you tomorrow.'

So, with that being said, I convinced Fuyumi to take me with her to the store.

I expected her to say no, considering how much she follows our father's rules, but she was more than thrilled to pull me along to shop with her. Even though I'm not close with any of my siblings, it felt rather nice to have my sister be so willingly compliant to my request. I envy days like this. Days where I have a rushing feeling in my stomach because of how nice I feel. There are embarrassingly hot knots in my stomach that make me feel normal, for once.

My sister makes her way out of the house quickly while I trail behind her. I try to suppress the abnormal feeling of normalcy in my gut, but it's hard to focus when I'm thinking about too many things. I keep my eyes on my sister's feet to feel like I have some sort of control, but I walk like a confused duckling right behind her. Fuyumi finally speaks.

“Hey Sho, are you okay?” She slows herself to a stop and turns to put a cold hand on my forehead. I subconsciously shake under her touch, but her eyes and hand never leave my head.

“You've been acting all weird ever since I said you could come with me. Are you sick all of a sudden? Do I need to take you back home?” She whispers to me as if it's a secret meant to be kept between us. I shake my head, pulling away from her hand and her fiery gaze. I look at her and give a nonchalant shrug, only because my insides have managed to cool down. Fuyumi gives me a shrug back and turns to continue her stride to the store. I walk beside her, trying to determine if her shrug was supposed to be a mockery of me or not.

We continue to walk confidently to the shopping center. I silently gawk at all of the store signs, seeing how bright and colorful most of the designs are. Only a few stand out while the rest appear more modern, but I didn't mind. This felt like a nice change of pace, and I don't feel any guilt at all for asking Fuyumi to go out with her. I can see why that girl must've been so overwhelmed after running to the park.

That girl… Why am I thinking about her? Now of all times?

That strange girl that I met a year ago at the park. I've only thought about her a few times since then, but every time I do, I'm full of guilt. I shouldn't blame myself for what happened, but I could've helped.

It doesn't matter. I should be thinking about what we're going to get from the store. I don't even remember why Fuyumi wanted to go to the store. Was it for groceries? For snacks? Did she just want to get more clothes? Whatever it is, my mind can't seem to remember.

Thankfully, the world answers my questions, because Fuyumi gently pulls me by the wrist and leads us into a bookstore.

I follow along and take a quick look at all of the shelves full of books. Many of the books look plain, while others stand out with their popping book covers. I look back to my sister and find that she's looking through the pages of one of the plain looking books. I stand beside her and steal a glance at the words on the page. I don't get a chance to read it before Fuyumi closes the book and puts it back on the shelf. She pulls the book beside it from the wall and looks at the pages once more. She gets to the third book before she finally glances up at me.

“Oh, Sho, you can go look around if you wanna. I'll come find you when I'm ready to leave.” She smiles before waving a hand at me to leave. I nod, turning towards another section of the bookstore. I don't know what I'm looking for, but it was clear that my sister wanted to find her books in peace, so I will find something to do.

As I wander the store, I hear quiet conversation. I listen in, but I don't pay attention to the voices.

“...For what?”

“Sorry for keeping you here for so long. I just don't wanna get in trouble with the staff for memorizing the books.”

Memorizing the books? Does that person have a memorization quirk? Why would they get in trouble for that?

There are questions in my mind, but I don't hear anything else come from the people previously talking. I continued to wander the store and find myself in a comic book section. I was never really allowed to have books like this, even when my mom was still at home. As soon as I had a quirk, I was forced to train for hours everyday, and nothing was to distract me from it.

I pick up a random comic, flipping through the pages randomly. I land on a page with the recognizable number one hero, All Might, on the page. He stands over a beaten up villain in triumph, fists on his hips as he says, “You're going to jail for a long time!” I shake my head and close the book and slip it back where I found it. I normally would have indulged in an All Might book of any kind, but I did not want to spend all of my time in one place. I wanted to take this all in. Who knows when I'd be able to come back here and just… wander?

Certainly not anytime soon.

I stepped away from the comic books and let my legs lead me to another area. The section I stopped in was quite simple. A singular magazine rack with all sorts of writing supplies hung up on wall racks stood in front of me. I surprisingly found it calming. It was nothing special, but it didn't have to be. I picked up a magazine and bold print reading, ‘All Might saves another round of civilians after a massive assault took place!’

I put the magazine down, glancing around the building, taking it all in. I moved away from the magazines to look at the supplies on the wall racks. I reach for a small and uninteresting item, examining every detail of it. It's just a case of pens. They have a blue cap with a clear body, showing the ink tube inside of it. I put the pen back, attempting to find anything more interesting than this. Suddenly, my body seems to move on its own when I hear a small noise coming from the magazine rack.

I look to see a girl, but she looks familiar. She feels familiar. She has long, black hair that reaches to the back of her knees, black shorts, a black tank top, and black combat boots. Her clothes were all black – too black. I couldn't help but move closer to her, and in doing so, I instinctively reached out to her. I grabbed her arm suddenly and she drops the magazine that she was holding back onto the rack. She looks at me with the same curiosity as me, only for her eyes to flicker with familiarity.

The girl looks shocked before her face appears excited. She smiles at me the exact same as she did when I met her at the park. My lips twitch to make some sort of movement, but I keep my face still, trying to assess the situation. I don't know why I grabbed this girl so suddenly, but she doesn't seem to mind my presence. Before long, she decides to speak first.

“Hello stranger. How've you been?” A smile stays on her face as she looks at me in curiosity. I shrug my shoulders, not feeling up to unload all of the thoughts in my head onto this complete stranger.

A stranger I met a year ago, but a stranger, nonetheless.

The smile wipes away from her face as she has a moment of thought. I wait for her to continue talking, but she remains quiet. I manage to speak through her silence.

“What's your name?” I ask quietly before another question slips through my lips.

“Why are you here?” She glares at me as if I offended her, which I probably did. Despite this, she whispers back.

“Kira. I'm here because I'm getting more books… like the last time we met.” She looks around quickly before leaning in. “I'm with another bodyguard.”

I nod, pulling us into the comic book section I was in before. It isn't exactly the most hidden place in the store, but it also isn't the most obvious spot to be in. I don't know why I'm doing this, or why I'm even wasting my time talking to a girl that I once found annoying. Maybe the guilt is taking over my actions, because I don't think I'd do this in any other timeline of events. The girl, Kira, stares at me with the same confusion I feel, but she doesn't run away. We both relax.

“I never thought that we'd see each other again… especially at the same store.” Kira whispers as she looks through the colorful covers of comic books. I pretend to look at the covers as well, trying not to draw attention to us both. I give her a curt nod, trying not to appear affected by her amused voice. Despite her skittish attitude the last time we met, she doesn't seem too concerned about being caught talking to me. Maybe things got better at home? Maybe she's just really good at controlling her emotions? Does it matter?

I turn to her and lean in to whisper to her.

“I did not expect to see you so carelessly free at a bookstore. Are you not concerned about being dragged home once more?” Kira looks up at me with a blank expression, but I can see a hint of frustration in her eyes.

“Is that meant to be an insult, a threat, or do you not realize the connotation your words carry?” I shake my head in confusion, trying to comprehend if I said something wrong. I realize why she feels frustrated now.

“I didn't mean to insult you. I shouldn't have used those words. My apologies.” She shakes her head, giving me the beaming smile from before.

“You're good. I just didn't think you'd use such… strong language.” She looks up from the comic covers and turns her head to me. “But then again, I don't really know what to expect from you. You're still a stranger.”

“You're a stranger, too.” I say matter of factly. She sighs, correcting herself.

“Fine. We're both strangers. Point is, I'm not used to talking to people I don't know. I'm quite sheltered, if you couldn't figure it out.” I frown at her, trying my best not to fall for her teasing. She smiles back at me before we hear a voice approaching our area.

“Kira, I'm ready to leave if you are.” The voice is not nearby, but we both hear it come closer. We freeze. As the man's voice quiets, we hear another voice from another direction.

“Shoto, we're gonna leave now, unless you wanna get anything from here.” I pause as I hear Fuyumi’s voice, and I see Kira's eyes light up at the mention of my name.

All of a sudden, I drag Kira back to the supplies section and rip a tiny piece of paper from a random notebook paper, grabbing a pen from the wall rack and scribbling something down. I hastily write a message on the paper before shoving it in the girl's hands. She opens her mouth to speak, but I shake my head and pick up the notebook and pen. I quickly mumble a warning to Kira before anything else can happen.

“Put that in your pocket. Don't read it until you get home.” She nods and folds the paper into her pocket.

I walk towards the direction I heard my sister’s voice in, trying to act as if I didn't just make a promise that I probably wouldn't be able to keep. Fuyumi looks up from a small bear sculpting with glasses and a book in its paws, staring me down like I'm guilty of something.

“What took you so long? Were you in another part of the store? I could've sworn I saw you in the comic book section last.” I nodded and pointed her attention to the items in my hands. She stared at me with surprise, but shook it off with a small smile on her face.

“Oh, you got some things? I'll pay for it, don't worry.” She takes my items and we make our way to the checkout. As soon as Fuyumi pays for our things, I grab our stuff and head for the door in a hurry. My sister follows behind, already out of breath.

“Jeez, you're in a hurry to leave. You wanna get out of here ASAP, don't you?” I give her a shrug once more, looking over my shoulder to see her give an exaggerated shrug of her own.

Yes, she was definitely mocking me earlier.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: Let me know how you guys are enjoying the series so far!

Word Count: 2.2k (2,266)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

~Kira~

Oxy-Man takes me back to the base as soon as we're done shopping at the bookstore, and I wasn't the only one that came away with something in my arms. He bought himself two small, cover-less novels, telling me that he'd finally have something interesting to do while he was away from the base. I gave him a small smile, hoping that I didn't give away any of the emotions that were racing through my chest.

We eventually made it home, and I quickly went to my room, avoiding anyone that attempted to make conversation with me. That probably made me look as suspicious as I feel, but I can't wait to read this note any longer. The boy, Shoto, told me to put the note he gave me in my pocket, and I was willing to get caught reading it because of my impatience.

But I didn't. And now I can read it.

I open the once folded paper – it's crumpled now – and read the words slowly.

‘Meet me back at the shopping center in 2 days. Make up an excuse, or something. I need to give you something.’

I read the note again, and again, and a million times more and my mind still managed to feel lost. What is so important that he has to meet me back in two days? Aren't we supposed to be strangers? He didn't even tell me his name. I had to hear another person say his name before he even thought to tell me.

I folded the note and grabbed a small cup of water. I could feel the energy leaving my body as I created a lighter. I hovered the piece of paper over the water and set it on fire, letting it burn between my fingers enough for it to fall into the water. I put my burnt fingers in the cold water, exhaling a pained breath. I saw pieces of the paper float up to the top of the cup as I walked it to the bathroom. I poured the water down the toilet, flushing away any evidence of the paper.

I walked back to my room as if I had done nothing wrong, and I sat uneasily on my bed. I slid onto the floor and just sat there, lost in my mind. A lot has happened today, and I don't know if I can handle going back and experiencing it all again in two days. Maybe I was just stressed in general. Maybe, somewhere inside my brain, I'm telling myself not to do this because it's stupid.

Maybe I shouldn't go.

I hear a hesitant knock on my door, and I look over to see that Tomura is standing there, watching me spiral. I must've left the door open because I don't recall hearing Tomura open the door. He shuts the door and walks into the room, gesturing to the spot beside me. I nod and he slides onto the floor next to me.

We don't say anything for a long time. I hear his breathing and he probably hears mine, but we don't say anything. We just sit in silence until one of us decides to speak.

I move my foot and I subconsciously bump Tomura's foot with it. He finally looks in my direction and bumps my foot back, eventually leaning on his hands against my bed. He speaks into the silence.

“You wanna talk? You look like you're gonna explode… in a bad way.” I hit his arm as he quietly laughs at my reaction.

“Exploding is bad in any way!” He shakes his head and looks back at me with a serious expression. I frown, but he gestures for me to say something.

“It’s nothing, really. I'm just stressed out. Maybe I'm not sleeping enough.” He continues to frown. I don't want to lie to him, but if I told him what I was going to do in two days, I'd be dead meat. He'd most definitely tattle tell on me to Da Da, and I'd rather not get into any more trouble than I have this year.

He sighs. We're back to square one again.

The silence in the room is overbearing, and I don't know how long I can go before I tell all I know. I try not to let the room close in on me, but my body feels the same trapped feeling that it did when I ran away for the first time. I knew how it felt to be locked away once I was free, but this feels ten times worse. And as the room seems to get smaller and smaller, the silence consumes me…

But then Tomura speaks.

“I know that I haven't been talking to you much, but I've been busy with some… stuff.” He says calmly. I know he's referring to the work he's been doing with Da Da for a while, so I just nod my head. He scoots closer to me and continues to speak.

“I can't really tell you what we’re- I mean, what I'm going to do, but it's going to be huge. And before you ask, Sensei doesn't want you to get involved just yet.” He leans closer and whispers into my ear. “He has something big planned for you.”

I scoot away from him as dread fills my gut. Whatever All For One has planned for me, I don't want to be involved in it. It's one thing to be raised as a villain, but it's another thing to actually commit a full scale crime. Making fake money and copying a bunch of books are small things that I've grown numb to doing, but I don't think I could ever… kill anyone.

Tomura's face returns to a frown before I can fix my composure. I can't change anything that’s already been planned for me – and he knows that – but I can certainly change the way I react to the plan. And because of my reaction, I've somehow pushed away the only person I was close to in this stupid, suffocating base.

The older boy’s face goes completely blank as he stands up to leave. He looks to me before opening the door.

“I know you've always had this… strange desire to leave this home behind. But I never thought you'd actually choose that over being here.” Tomura huffs in frustration, looking away from me once again.

“Y'know, the benefit of being here is that you have me. I have you. You're the only person I'm actually close to, and you're kind of killing it right now.” He opens the door and walks out, ignoring my raised hand reaching towards him. When the door clicks shut, I feel my hand ball into a fist and my vision is blurry. Tears land on my legs as I curl up into a ball of nothingness. I can't help but feel bad even if Tomura is screwed up in the head. He feels like I'm betraying him, and in a way, I am.

It doesn't seem to matter that he's been ignoring me for the last couple of months. What matters is that I thought about escaping – that I thought about being free.

I swatted at the tears running down my face and made myself lay across my bed. I feel like I just ran a marathon, but my eyes won't stay closed. Maybe it's the unresolved, one-sided argument that's keeping my mind awake. Or maybe I just can't stop thinking in general.

I sigh, scanning through my memories to find one of my favorite books, The Goldfish Monarchy. This book was one of the very first ones I've read, and I've kept it in my memories ever since. It's a small novel that doesn't seem serious until you actually read it. Still, it is a rather silly book to read.

I close my eyes and flip through every page in my head, rereading the same lines over and over. I am able to breathe again. My hands aren't balled up with fear, and my muscles aren't tense anymore. I feel myself drag a little slower in my reading until I stop completely, and let myself go to sleep.

For the first time in forever, I sleep as if I have nothing to worry about.

All of my worries go away…

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I finally wake up, rubbing my eyes and begrudgingly check the windows to see what time of day it is. Against my will, my eyes widen as I am met with a bright light. I sit up fully, taking in a deep breath and trying to figure out if my mind is playing tricks on me. I glance out the window again and I still see a bright light pouring into my room.

I gasp and immediately jump out of bed, grabbing my boots in a hurry. Once I have them on, I don't even bother to tie them before I'm running out of my bedroom in a panic. I pass by Tomura's room with ease, not even letting my mind process my dilemma with him. I blast through the area as Kurogiri portals himself into the room.

He sees me running towards the door in a panic and somehow stops me in my tracks. I turn to him and see that he stared back at me with the same blank expression he always has. We both don't look away from each other until I remember why I was running. I try to make my way to All For One's room, but my feet stay stuck to the ground. I turn to him once again and he finally accesses the situation.

“What are you running for, Kira? Are you trying to escape again?” I shake my head in a hurry, trying to explain myself. All that comes out of my mouth are incoherent and shaky words that even I don't understand. But somehow, he manages to understand.

“Are you worried that you will receive a punishment for being late to your training?” I nod, giving up on trying to make a coherent sentence. He hums in acknowledgement.

“Well, you have quite the luck streak. All For One has given you a break from your training today.” I tilt my head in confusion. Why would he suddenly do that? Is today opposite day? Am I dreaming? Maybe a nightmare?

Kurogiri gives me an answer almost immediately.

“Young Tomura has begged All For One to let you rest, and he has granted you a day's rest. You are free to go back to your room.” I blink in confusion as Kurogiri says this all with ease. I huff through my nose and shake my head in frustration. Before I walk back to my room, I give the portal man a “thanks”. He gives me a curt nod before taking up another task that'll keep him busy.

I don't know what's wrong with Tomura. He makes me feel like an outlaw one minute, then he's secretly begging my father to be lenient with me the next minute. I really don't know how to feel other than grateful for the chance to sleep more.

I walk into my room and immediately start cleaning everything. I should take advantage of today because I may never get a chance like this again.

I pile my books anywhere that isn't under my bed and I organize them in neat stacks. I clean off my bed and remove the blankets that I’ve kept since I learned how to create things with my quirk. I spend my energy on making new, clean, comfortable blankets and pillows for my bed while I clear out the old ones.

As I finished organizing my entire room, I finally realized how tired I actually was. Despite getting almost 12 hours (or more) of sleep, I still felt the heaviness of my eyelids every time I blinked. I used the last bit of my energy to make myself an appropriate set of nightclothes, which I hadn't done since I was younger, and I changed. Even though my father would constantly send someone to buy new clothes to fit Tomura and his needs, he would often neglect the fact that I needed clothes as well. I always had to make my own things. I was quite content with doing these things by myself, until I found a book sitting next to The Doctor's desk. That's when I realized that the one thing I couldn't create on my own demand… was books.

I found a reason to leave the base. And even though All For One wasn't willing to teach me things like reading or writing, or even how to speak, I was able to learn. With the help of Tomura, I was able to read, write, and create more books. And I was able to convince my father to let me leave the base to read more books. I started understanding how the real world worked, and I created money and learned how to not act weird in public.

But I'm still not the best at that, even.

I crawl into my bed, feeling like a new and fresh teenager. If I could, I would stay in my bed all day until I got bored to death. That's how comfortable I felt. For the first time in years, I fell asleep, not feeling like a horrible and guilty person for wanting something that I couldn't have.

Freedom.

And if that boy from the park could give me any sort of freedom, I was willing to take it.

Anything for freedom.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hellsing oc drop

Finally got him done, named Tom for slightly obvious reasons

Will be drawing ship art of him and Alucard, I have so many angst/fluff ideas

Some lore dump:

September 25th (somewhere in the hellsing ultimate timeline year[?])

27 years old

He is just a normal human with a friendly, introverted personality, so great for working with the Alucard ❤️

Childhood filled with super religious parents/community and ultimately the start to his trauma.

On the side outside of hellsing, he enjoys a bit of singing and puzzles/mystery games.

Birthday gift

Tom and Alucard, of course

Just watched Sky High and my obsession with this man has come back harder than when when I was seven years old

Can't figure out if I'm a Cleo girl or a Nefera Girl

Why is Y/n always either hot or smart and never both?I was reading this fanfic where she was smart but the author made her out to be bland and unattractive then I was reading another fanfic where she was supposed to be very beautiful but was dumb and oblivious, hell most of the time she's both stupid and unattractive I'm gonna have to start writing my own fanfiction smh

Ever since I discovered Character.ai I've completely forgotten about Wattpad, I haven't been on Wattpad in a month and I'm usually on there chronically

"When your legs don't work like they used to before.."

Out of context spoiler for my Azad au. AGAHAGAHAHAHAHHSHAHAHA

Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 1

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Azad's POV

Am I still here?

Why can't I move?.. 

What's going on?..

"Ma'am! I think he is starting to get conscious!"

A voice shouted. Isn't that.. Eeram's voice? Are the others there too?

"Calm down.. and keep an eye on him." Another voice.. Whose is it..?

All I can recall were gunshots. Bullets piercing through me.. as well as the girls surrounding me. Then everything faded within seconds.

I carefully opened my eyes. My sight was blurred. I still couldn't move properly.

"Is he recovering?.. The past few days he wasn't too responsive or is this the same situation again?"  I heard Eeram speak. Even though my hearing wasn't as clear as it was, I noticed her tone was concerned.

"Im sure he is recovering.. Im sure."

I couldn't move a muscle. I just lay there trying to comprehend this situation.

"Eeram, what's his name?.. Im sorry, I forgot."

 She doesn't even know my name. So, she couldn't be someone I've met.

"Azad. Azad Rathore, Ma'am." 

I can hear the woman beside me sigh. Her face.. It's blurred. 

"Mr. Rathore.. can you hear me?"

I tried to speak. My mouth was moving but not a single sound could come out. I decided to answer with a nod instead.

"He has trouble speaking.. alright. Can you see me?"

I couldn't respond to that question. My sight was blurry, I tried to tell her by gesture.

"Alright... everything seems to be fine on the monitor. I know you're worried about your voice and eyesight.. or maybe how weak you feel right now, but that's normal. It is common to experience that after waking up from a coma. Most likely your eyesight will heal earlier," she spoke to me reassuringly.

Coma..? I've been in a coma? For how long?

I need to know who she is. I tried to speak again. Only a voice lower that a whisper came out.

"W-who.. who are.. you?" My hoarse voice tries to come out. I couldn't speak properly and my tone was barely a whisper. But somehow, she managed to understand me.

"I'm Dr. Shourya Chandrasekhar. Mr. Rathore, you've been in a coma for weeks. You have lost a lot of blood due to the shots being in certain areas, but Eeram and the girls brought you here just in time. I'll be helping you through your recovery. We can do a little ice breaking once you're feeling better." I heard her explain everything. Now it makes much more sense.

My eyesight was slightly better. I blinked a couple of times. Her face became.. much clearer that before.

"You don't have to force it, Mr. Rathore," she remarked my actions with a chuckle.

So.. she and Eeram were the doctors who got me out of my critical state? And she will be helping me recover? But.. how long will I recover? I have duties, I have things to take care of I- I cant possibly be off for too long.

"How.. How long will it take-" I couldn't finish my sentence. My throat was getting sore.

"Easy.. easy. You'll need a few months or more to recover. You definitely could not stand up now. But I will help you regain your strength through Physical Therapy," she smiles at me. It was as if she was trying to tell me everything will be alright. I.. hope so.

Shourya's POV

My patient was finally awake from his coma. I admit, he is strong enough to survive such a blood loss. Even I was surprised. 

I took notice that he doesn't seem to accept what is happening and what I just told him. I can tell he's a man who takes his duties seriously. He's probably feeling uneasy having to be off for months.

"Look, Mr. Rathore. I know you're worried about your duties.. but please. Your health is much more important than anything else, isn't that correct? Health comes first. If you aren't healthy, how will you fulfill your duties then?" I told him in a slightly stern tone, but I didn't want to appear harsh either.

He seems defeated by reality, so he just nodded to my words.

I looked over to Eeram.. who is also looking towards my direction.

"Should we let him rest for a bit?" I hesitantly asked Eeram.

"I think.. yeah, we should."

"Mr. Rathore, you may rest for a bit..  We'll be back soon after taking care of everything else. Are you fine with that? And if you need any help or if there is anything bothering you, don't be afraid to tell us or.."

I paused and grabbed a small device. I handed it to him. 

"This will help you. Give it a click and it'll let me know that you're calling."

Azad's POV

What's this device? I suppose it's the same as the old fashioned ones but.. more at reach. I couldn't help but give her a genuine smile. Which.. was quite difficult to do.

"Thank you.. very much." I replied in the same hoarse voice I had earlier.

Soon, both of them left the room.

I stared off to the ceiling. The lights causing my eyes to squint.

I tried to relax. But, I couldn't. There was too much pressure on my shoulders. What about the missions? The girls? The jail? My job?..

My heart began to beat faster as those thoughts rush through my mind. It was too much to think of, especially when I am in this state. Unable to move properly or even speak properly. When.. When will this end?

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Shourya's POV

"So this guy you saved-"

"Rathore?"

"Yes, him. Did you know him before the accident?"

My closest friend, Kavitha, questioned. We were in a café which was at the first floor of the hospital. Whenever I'm not too busy, I often chat with her there.

"No. I might have heard of him but this is my first time seeing him in person," I leaned back on the chair after answering.

"Oh.. So he just woke up. When will he fully recover then?"

I was silent for a moment. Kavitha was waiting for an answer, she was curious of how I would handle all this.

"I can't just predict when he will recover fully, Kavi. This morning he was finally conscious and he'll need to get used to with his surroundings first. But it's best to start the therapy today."

This wasn't my first time treating a coma patient, but.. something just felt different.

"So you'll be taking care of him until he recovers? Just you?" Kavitha takes a sip of her coffee while looking at me.

"Well, Eeram will help me out. She knows him more than I do. I've worked with her before this."

I started to feel weight on my shoulders. I still can't believe everything that happened weeks ago. He is out of his critical state, but I'm still cautious about it. I can't let anything bad happen.

"Rya, something's uh.. beeping in your purse," Kavitha tries to check out what it is.

Ah, the device I gave him. But wait, why would he press it now? Is something troubling him? I grabbed my purse to check. I was correct, it is the beeping from the device.

I took out a few notes from my purse and placed it on the table. Kavitha looks confused when I instantly got up from my chair.

"It's on me, just keep the change."

"But Shour-"

Before Kavitha could finish, I rushed to the nearest elevator and pressed the fourth floor button. I walked out as fast as I could. I took a deep breath and gave the door a light knock before entering.

"You called.. Mr. Rathore?"

He didn't say anything. Instead, he just stared at me. Maybe I should try asking him first? 

"Is there anything you need?.."

"I.. accidentally pressed.. the button.. sorry."

He said in a tone which was difficult for me to detect. I stared at him with a puzzled but relieved look on my face.

"You.. didn't need anything? Nothing's troubling you? All good?"

I asked him again to make sure. Did he really accidentally press that button?

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Azad's POV

I didn't accidentally press it. I pressed it because I needed company. But, it would be stupid for me to say something like that. There was no one in the room and I was all alone. That's why I pressed the device's button.

The girls did promise to stay here tonight as well, but it is still the afternoon.

Dr. Shourya.. she asked me questions and I just nodded to her words. Soon I decided to speak to her.

"When.. will I start my physical therapy?"

My body still felt stiff. Thankfully I can move my arm, though I have to be slow and careful. Im not so sure about standing or walking..

"It's best to start as soon as you're conscious and.. you already are. We can start that now," She smiles at me and went out the room for a moment. She came back with a wheelchair.

She sighs then approached me. I wasn't able to get up on my own and it seems like she will be helping me.

"Just hold onto me and I'll get you on the wheelchair, yeah? I won't drop you, I promise."

She adds in a light joke to brighten the mood, which was nice.. I admit.

I followed her instructions, I was afraid of falling. She lifted me and placed me onto the wheelchair carefully. 

"Good to go?" She asked, making sure I was already comfortable.

I nodded and adjusted myself as much as I am able to on the chair. 

Dr. Shourya brought me to another room, which wasn't too far from the room I stayed in.

I look up at her. She was placing my IV fluids to a pole which has wheels underneath, probably to help me move a little freely.

"Okay.. Mr. Rathore."

"Please.., just call me Azad."

"..Noted. Azad, what you're seeing infront of you are parallel bars. These bars are for you to hold onto while you relearn to walk. It.. might take some time until you can walk regularly. But, you're not on your own. I will assist you as well. Always," Dr. Shourya turns towards the parallel bars.

I have to.. relearn how to walk? This could take months. She will assist me but.. I still feel nervous. I could barely move my legs much for now, how will I even balance?

I stared at those parallel bars.

"Are you ready to start, Azad?" Dr. Shourya looks at me over her shoulder.

I sighed and nodded with hesitance.

"Im.. ready."

To Be Continued...

(tags! : @amdone, @my-emo-romance. If you want to be tagged in the next, just let me know! :3)

Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.1

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Azad's POV

Dr. Shourya walks behind me to push the wheelchair a little closer to the bars. I felt nervous. I held onto her for balance as she helps me up. I was struggling to stand but.. I tried. She was very careful and gentle. She understands my condition well. Of course, she's the doctor afterall. 

As I looked up.. I realized. Wait.. she's.. taller than me? I look up at her in confusion. She looks at me, oddly with the same expression.

"Azad? Everything alright? What's with the look," She muttered while placing my hands to either side of the bars.

I simply nodded.

"Yes, Im fine. Just.. didn't expect the height difference."

"Height difference?.. Oh! Well, I'm not that tall."

Her laughter and smiles were comforting. It's strange that I'm already warming up to her. I tried showing her a smile too.

"I know.. but still. You're taller," I replied in a low tone.

At first, I tried to take a few steps. I held on tightly, both on the bars and her hand. My head felt light weighted. It felt like there were heavy weights tied to my legs.

"You don't have to force yourself, Azad. We can stop then continue later," I heard her speak as she guided me.

"Im fine, Dr. Shourya."

She seems concerned but gave me a simple nod. After a few more tries, I started to feel tired. It was a difficult task. But, I'm glad I could atleast try.

Dr. Shourya helped me to sit back on the wheelchair. She knelt beside me as she fixed the IV fluid bag and foot rest of the wheelchair.

"Ah.. I forgot to tell you that your father visited the day before you were conscious. He was worried. He did ask me about your progress a lot of times. I'm sure he might visit today," Dr. Shourya told me.

I do miss Baba. It's been a year since I finally found him. I'm happy to finally be close to him again. I hope we will visit me today.

Dr. Shourya brought me back to my room. The halls were emptier than before, outside the huge window was pretty dark as well.

She placed the IV fluid bag to the place it was before. She gently lifted me up, resting my body on the hospital bed.

"Your father told me that he met you last year? How.. is that so?"

Dr. Shourya asked me after letting go.

"Only if you're comfortable enough to tell me, no pressure," She pushes the wheelchair away to the other side of the room.

"It's fine. I'll tell you. But, it's better to take a seat first."

"Long story, eh? Shall I get snacks too?"

Both of us laughed at the light joke. It's almost impossible to stay serious around her. She then took a seat on the edge of my bed. "Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears."

"He said I met him last year because.. I wasn't able to see him before. He was a soldier, but everyone accused him as a traitor. They all assumed he was deceased. My mother was going to be executed but Kaveri Amma found out that she was pregnant with me. The law said the child must turn 5 years old before she can be executed."

I told her. She was listening attentively. Her eyes softened too. I continued my story.

"During my fifth birthday, she was executed. I still remember calling out for her.. and her lifeless body.. being brought on a bed. The jail I now look after.. is the same jail where my mother was in. Kaveri Amma, a warden there, raised me with care. She was a mother figure to me. Still, I thought my father was deceased. I tried clearing his name, I don't want people thinking that he was traitor.. this was all because of Kalee. Now people know Vikram Rathore as a hero.. My Baba is a hero. Someone found out that he was still alive. He lived in a village, where a healer rescued and treated his unconscious body. He lost his memory. When I first met him, all I wanted to do was hug him. I.. never thought I would finally see him standing in front of me. All this time.. I only saw him in pictures.. stories."

"He does not know me then. I still recall how confused he looked when I hugged and kissed him. He did not like that kiss, definitely."

I paused for a moment to lay back a little.

"The day he got his memory back.. he called me his son. Baba finally knew that I'm his son. I've never felt happier.. that moment was everything I could ask for. Of course, we hugged again. This time both of us were in tears. Sometimes we recall and talk about the memories of my mother. We really do miss her.. I just wish she was here with us. And-"

I stopped mid sentence. I looked at her. Her eyes were welled with tears. She was staring off to somewhere else while she was listening.

She notices my stare and immediately wiped her eyes. She chuckled softly.

"Mh? Go on."

I still stared at her. She must be touched by the story. But, she can't hide her tears from me.

Chapter 2.2 is here.

(tags! : @amdone, @my-emo-romance, @pixlerelish, If you want to be tagged in the next, just let me know! :3)

Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.2

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Shourya's POV

He went through it all. All.. of that. That wasn't the only thing that made me cry. That day when his father visited, I saw the worry in his eyes. Even he was tearing up, to the point he wasn't able to hide it. He told me about his son also being in a similar situation when he hasn't known about him yet. He kept asking questions about when he will heal. I know it must be hard. Before Sir Vikram left, he gave Azad a kiss on his forehead. And after hearing his story.. recalling that moment was more than enough to put me in tears.

I got up and sighed. I sat beside him. I softly caressed his shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Maybe.. I didn't have to ask all that. We're both getting emotional now, aren't we?"

I tried to brighten the mood, like I always do.

"I understand whatever you've been going through. I just have something to say."

I paused. He looks at me as he slowly sat up.

"What is it, Dr. Shourya?"

"I.. Im proud of you, Azad. I'm proud of you.. your hardwork.. your strength. Most importantly.. She's also proud of you, Azad."

I rub his upper arms in a soothing way as I smiled faintly. I looked at him. His eyes were teary as well.

"Hey, don't give me that look. Smile.. please. Or if you need to, you can hug me."

I whispered with a teasing manner then laughed.

"I'm just kiddi-"

Suddenly.. he hugged me.

I could feel his warm tears falling onto my shoulder. His sobs near my ear. I took in a deep breath as I slowly wrap my arms around him. I patted his head carefully.

"It's alright.. everything will be fine.. let it out, Azad.."

I continued to console him. Is he already starting to get comfortable around me? It was quick but.. I'm glad I could comfort him. For now..

Minutes passed, he was still in my arms. I didn't hear any more sobs, he must be fine now. But.. why hug me still?

I tapped his shoulder and whispered.

"Azad?"

"..Mh?"

"All good now?" 

I asked him. He gave me a nod and loosens the hug. Not pulling away yet.

"I think we should.."

Before I could finish, the door creaked open.

Sir Vikram stood there. A frown was seen on his face. He was holding a few things in his arms. His gaze kept shifting from me to Azad, back and forth.. again and again.

He clears his throat and spoke in his usual raspy tone.

"Have I.. interrupted something here?"

Sir Vikram raised an eyebrow at us. I look at Azad. He was looking at me already.

Azad slowly pulls away from me and wipes his own tears. I got up from his bed and stood slightly far from the bed.

"Hello, Baba. I missed you," Azad smiled.

Sir Vikram looks.. even more confused now.

He approaches his son and gave him a brief hug, along with a kiss to his forehead.

"What happened? Why are you crying? Why is she crying? And why were the two of you hugging? Did I miss something?"

Sir Vikram looks at me.

"Care to explain, Doctor?"

"Well.. Sir.. Azad was.."

Chapter 2.3 is here.

Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.3

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Azad's POV

Baba is here. But.. now we have a situation.

I looked at Dr. Shourya, signalling her to cut it out. She looks at me with a reassuring expression, as if she's saying "I'll handle this".

"Azad was overwhelmed. We had physical therapy before and he was just overwhelmed by the pressure. So I brought him back and consoled him," Dr. Shourya covered everything up. Thankfully, Baba was convinced.

"I must've misunderstood then. My apologies."

Baba looks at me then back Dr. Shourya with a smile.

"No problem, Sir. I have some other things to take care of. I'll leave the two of you here. Azad, press the button if you need anything yeah?"

Dr. Shourya points to the device she had gave me. 

"Thank you, Thank you very much for the comfort."

I said in a low tone. I felt embarrassed but relieved. Dr. Shourya left the room. Now I'm here with Baba. I nervously looked at him.

Oh God, not that look..

"You've been hiding things from me now? I see," He smirked at me as he pulls off his shades.

"Baba.. No. She's my Doctor.. just a Doctor," I sighed.

"Mh.. right right. Doctor." Baba chuckled.

I crossed my arms as I lean back on the bed. I looked up at him.

"Where are the girls?.. How's the jail doing? Is everything alright?"

I waited for his answer. Instead, Baba ruffled my hair and laughed.

"Chill out. Everything is under control. The girls couldn't visit today.. So I decided to come here. My son's finally conscious. I must see him, right?"

I felt happy that Baba was here. I gave him a tight hug. He pats my back gently.

"I brought you fruits. There's some.. apples, oranges, pears, grapes, banana-"

"You don't have to mention them all, Baba."

"What if there are ones you don't like? Then you'll start complaining."

He frowns slightly. I frowned as well. "But I never complain??"

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Shourya's POV

Azad finally has his father to take care of him. I finally went home. I opened the door and I immediately dropped my bags.

"Nila?.."

I saw my 5 year old niece crouching behind the couch. I ran towards her to make sure she was okay.

"Hey.. why are you hiding? Where's your father? Don't cry, I'm here. Tell me what happened," I caressed her face gently.

"Atte.. Papa's drinking again.."

My niece sobbed. She hugs me tight. I wrap my arms around her small figure and picked her up in my arms. I kissed the crown of her head.

"I'll talk to him dear.. I will."

There was anger in my tone but I try to mask it, not wanting to worry her much more. 

She is my niece, the daughter of my older brother. Ever since my sister-in-law passed, he became a drunkard. I took them here because I want both my brother and Nila to have a brighter future. He.. doesn't treat Nila badly when he is sober. But, when he's drunk? He does. I tried talking to him to stop drinking, but he won't budge. He always thinks I'm too nosy.

"Nila.. do you want to come with me tomorrow? You can stay with auntie Kavitha, okay? I'll get you snacks too, many many snacks."

Nila's eyes twinkled. She is truly an angel. It hurts to see them like this.. I really must talk to my brother when he comes home. As much as I care for him, he must stop hurting his own daughter like this.

After tucking Nila to bed, I heard the front door creak open. I turn on Nila's night lamp and kissed her cheek. 

I closed the door behind me. There he was, my brother, Sanjay.

Chapter 2.4 is here.