kat is a sad nerd

Keigo kept his attention focused on (Y/N). She remained in her diamond form, he had only seen her out of it when she was in her office. Not that he was complaining, the diamond look was a good one for her. The light reflected off her skin and glowed in rainbow hue. She looked as beautiful and delicate as crystal, but he knew if she punched him it would go right through him. Which for some reason, only served to make her more attractive to him.

(Y/N) stared at him, awaiting some sort of response. No, she was too observant, she knew exactly when he was thinking while he was checking her out. And now she was annoyed. “Or maybe I should leave you with the booking. It’d be nice for your sidekicks to see you do some work for once.”

He chuckled at that. “Strong, sexy, and funny. What can’t she do?”

She glared, “that’s entirely unprofessional, Hawks.”

“Sorry, it’s just the way I am,” Keigo shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to her. “I promise I would have said the same thing to any other hero.”

She queried her eyebrow, “even Endeavor?”

“Especially Endeavor.” For a moment, he saw the corner of her mouth lift up as if to smile, and she forced herself to turn from him. Keigo grinned wider, “it’s probably why he gets as annoyed being around me as you do.”

“Have you considered that you’re just annoying?” she retorted, having composed herself once more as the very serious pro-hero that she was.

“It has been suggested.” He kept his eyes on her, wondering if there was more truth to her witty retorts that he assumed. “Juries still out on most of the top ten since the billboard announcements, and I think I’ve grown on the Number One. So, I suppose I am an acquired taste for most.”

“I doubt it,” she countered.

“We’ll see.”

(Y/N) turned to face him once more, her face had its usual all-business, no-pleasure expression. “One of us should head back on patrol. We’re not off the clock yet,” she concluded, walking away.

He lifted himself off the ground, his wings lightly rising and falling to keep him floating just a foot or two off the ground, as he followed her. “Does that mean you would be interested in continuing this conversation once we clock out? I know this great place to get drinks, very private. They even have a kitchen with pretty good appetizers. You would love it.”

The two of them had known each other since they debuted in the same year, and in the same city. Some would claim a city the size of Fukuoka could not support the egos of two heroes as high-ranked as them. But, (Y/N) was nothing if not professional. She never minded when Hawks handled more situations on his daily patrol, so long as crime decreased and civilians were safe, she was content. And Keigo loved it when the two of them were partnered up on a case by the hero commission. (Y/N) was a great hero but was significantly more pleasant to be around than most other heroes, she didn’t have an inflated sense of self or any hints of self-righteousness.

She approached him. He continued to hover above her and even when she stood directly in front of him, she only reached his chest. (Y/N) smirked and tapped her diamond fingers to his chest. A little more pressure and she could crack every single one of his ribs and puncture his heart. Why was that so attractive to him? What the hell was wrong with him? She was even more lovely up close, though he would prefer if she was in her normal form, so that he could look into her real eyes, that beautiful shade of (e/c). It all felt very promising. “Do you promise that if I agree, that it would be purely platonic?”

He swallowed hard. She was standing so close to him, waiting to catch his bluff the moment it slipped through his lip. (Y/N) was perceptive, but no one needed to be a genius to know his intentions were not pure. Hell, he hardly ever pretended they were. “I mean,” he nervously scratched the back of his head, “are two people ever capable of being purely platonic?”

“Speaking from experience with Endeavor?” She mocked.

He smirked, “I can promise that I won’t be spending the whole time trying to put the moves on you. But, if you still find yourself falling for my natural charisma and animal-like magnetism, then that’s a you problem.”

(Y/N) suppressed a giggle once more, the corners of her mouth loosening slightly once more and a sharp exhale of air from her nose. That was disappointing, he had really hoped to get a real laugh out of her with that one. Nonetheless, she turned to the tied up villain and then to their approaching sidekicks, before she faced him once more. 

“Okay. I get off tonight at 10. Meet me outside my office then, and we get drinks. But, only for an hour.”

It took a lot of strength to fight the urge to respond with it’s a date. He had been completely shocked that she had finally agreed to see him outside of a professional setting, he wasn’t quite sure what to do next. Perhaps he should have thought of a smooth exiting line that would leave her wanting? Instead, he thinks he gave her finger-guns before he took off into the blue sky, before she could take back her invitation due to his dorkiness. Keigo was gonna need to get a grip before tonight or else he was screwed.

She knew it was a mistake the moment she got back to her office.

(Y/N) had met the Winged Hero very early in her career. The two of them were the same age and were working in the same city. (Y/N) had a very clear vision of how she wanted her career to go, even back then. 

She spent her entire time in school working hard to have the best debut possible as a pro-hero. She had done her internships and work studies at top agencies and made connections, she had performed well at the sport’s festivals to broadcast her talent on a global level, and scored well on her provisional license exam. (Y/N) had remained focused on her goal to be a great hero and help as many people as possible at all times, each of her moves were planned and executed without flaw. 

Once she finally made her debut, her meticulous planning did not cease. She had clear goals for herself. If she did not score within the top thirty heroes in her first year, she was practically doomed to be a niche hero for the rest of her career. Known in certain areas, with limited options for team ups. If she could make it into the lower top ten before she was twenty-one, that was ideal. It would make it all the easier to open her own hero agency before she was twenty-two years old. That was the plan at least. And she had done all of that. She was Number Nine in her third year after her debut, and opened her own agency. That was when she was properly introduced to Hawks.

He was the Number Three at the time, but he was virtually identical to the person he was now. Which was utterly unprofessional.

Their introduction had been done by the hero commission, when they decided to station her agency in Fukuoka. (Y/N) had been interested in familiarizing herself with the Number Three Hero, who was the same age as her but managed to climb the ranks from seemingly nowhere. However, he did not appear to have the same attitude as she did.

(Y/N) remembered the way he looked at her. 

It was shameless the way his eyes scanned her with that lazy smirk on his lips, the way he held her gaze afterwards. They were on the clock, in front of their head of the commission, and he was so shamelessly checking her out.

What was worse was the way his gaze made her whole body shiver and radiate with a bashful warmth. She wondered if this was the way her female classmates felt back in high school when boys would give them attention. (Y/N) tried to hide instinctual flustered response with a front of professionalism. That she was unaffected by his low-effort charm. If anything, she may have overcompensated and acted as though she disliked him.

Not that it seemed to bother the Winged Hero for a moment. (Y/N) was unsure if he was either observant enough to see through her facade, or that he believed her front and instead viewed it as a challenge to break her wall of ice (or diamond, as would be more fitting with her quirk) and win her over. Not that she would ever let him do something like that. (Y/N) resolved to keep things as professional as possible between the two of them very quickly. Any feelings she might have felt for Hawks, she suppressed as best she could.

Which, despite her confidence in her ability to keep him at arm's length, she now found herself getting ready for a night out with the one person she had sworn she would never go out with. 

Or perhaps this would be a good opportunity to firmly establish a platonic relationship, making it very clear that she only sees him as a work colleague. 

At least, that’s what she tried to tell herself.

(Y/N) walked out to the front of her agency at exactly ten o’clock. She kept messing around with her hair, smoothing it into place, before reaching down and adjusting her skirt. She looked at herself in the window of her agency. She was the Number Eight Hero, a respected pillar of society, acting like a fool, nervously pampering herself for what was evidently going to be a date with the Number Two Hero. She decided then and there that she needed to go home immediately, pretend as though a work emergency happened and spend the rest of the night scolding herself for her shamefulness.

As (Y/N) prepared to make her escape to the parking lot, the Winged Hero made his descent, those golden eyes sending shivers down her spine.

“Wow, just wow.”

She stopped in her tracks, turning around with a glare of annoyance, “watch it!” she warned, “platonic, remember? Or else, I’m gone.”

Hawks moved down, never resting his feet on the ground, only close enough to hover directly in front of her. “Just stating the obvious. You look incredible. Though, it’s not what I would have expected you to wear.”

His eyes trail almost sinfully over the length of her body, examining every inch of fabric on her. Or more accurately, the shocking lack of fabric. He had expected her to dress professionally, even in your downtime, maybe he assumed she was the type to wear a pantsuit to a bar. Her blouse was silk and chic, so perfectly her. It would have even matched her whole demeanor, if not for the fact that it was two buttons two short for someone so uptight, showing off some cleavage. She was even wearing a miniskirt that showed off the vast expanse of her legs all the way up to her mid thigh. Keigo had only seen her outside of her diamond form a handful of times, but he had never seen this much of her. It was honestly throwing him off.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “You said we were going to a bar, I’m dressed appropriately for that setting. And if you leer at me again, I will report you.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed it off, “let’s go.”

The vein on (Y/N)’s forehead finally stopped popping, the tension falling from her shoulders as she asked him if they were taking her car or if he had his own parked somewhere. However, Keigo had other ideas, hovering slightly closer to wrap his arms around her waist. (Y/N)’s entire body stiffened, almost as though she had entered her diamond form, except Keigo could feel the softness of her body and its warmth. As she tried to process his proximity, both flustered at the feeling of his hands on her and furious at his audacity, Keigo lifted her off the ground, red wings flapping with more haste now.

(Y/N) gasped as she felt her feet leave the ground, instinctively wrapping her arms around Keigo’s neck, her knees locking around his. She watched as the plaza of her agency became smaller and smaller, until she could see the roof of her agency. She stared at him, bewildered, “what the hell are you doing?”

“This is how I get around,” he explained, as though he was completely oblivious to the fact that not everyone traveled eight blocks via air travel. “Come on, (L/N), you’re off the clock, try and have some fun.”

(Y/N) felt the urge to scold him again, if for no other reason than to resist the subconscious reaction her body was having to being this close to the Winged Hero. But, he was right. She was off the clock, for once in her life. The overly professional, workaholic was convinced to go out for once. And now, when she looked down at the skyline of Fukuoka, the shining lights from office and apartment buildings and the quiet city noise, she relaxed. She loved her city, devoted everything she had into protecting it and its people. She never imagined how beautiful it would look from this distance.

“Fine,” she gave in.

The bar that Keigo invited her to was, of course, roof-top. It was the nicest hotel in Fukuoka, also known for their discretion for VIP visitors, such as two pro-heroes who did not desire for their little outing to be exposed to the media, where it would surely become the headline of the month. There were few places they could go with total privacy, and (Y/N) actually appreciated his effort to maintain her low profile, as he never seemed to care about being spotted in public. That, and it was a pretty nice bar.

The drinks were especially good. 

(Y/N) hadn’t ever been the type to go clubbing or bar-hopping, the last time she had gone to a bar, it was more high class and she drank only a glass or two of wine. This bar was more like a nightclub. There was low-lighting with the few exceptions of neon lighting, that gave the whole bar a glow to it. There was loud music, and dancing. As pro-heroes, they were secluded in a VIP section, the staff more than happy to bring them whatever they desired.

She felt so deeply out of place, she could only look across the bar at the various different women. There were girls chatting lively, dancing with no shame, and dressed not too differently from her. And yet, she felt like an imposter. Maybe someone in their early twenties should be a little more comfortable in such a setting, but (Y/N) felt like she was eighty compared to them. She hadn’t even noticed Keigo speaking with her, trying to break the ice by suggesting they order drinks and appetizers.

“Yeah, whatever,” she muttered, dismissively.

Keigo had known (Y/N) to be cold to him, but he had really hoped she would have loosened up if they weren’t in hero mode for once. But, now she appeared to be a thousand miles away, unable to tear her eyes away from the crowd of people, really looking anywhere but at him.

And in her mind, she wondered if she had completely wasted her youth. (Y/N) had sacrificed thousands of nights she could have gone out dancing with friends, canceled a dozen dates with the handful of guys she had tried dating, and even left family functions early for work. She had no life outside of it. She was proud of the career she had built, and she knew she would never give it up for anything. But, now she wondered “what-if”? She could have been more flexible. Had a better work-life balance, had a little more fun. Now, she wasn’t even sure how to cut loose. It scared her.

“Hey, (L/N),” Keigo raised his voice, finally catching her attention. She turned to face him. He had taken his sunglasses off now that they were indoors. She felt a familiar warmth spread across her face as she really looked at him for the first time that night. He is very handsome. He held up two tiny glasses, and extended one out to her. “I thought we could start with a few shots?”

A part of her was already beginning to overanalyze the potential consequences of saying “yes” to his request, and contemplating excuses to leave. But, she had never done shots before. And the other part of her brain whispered that she might never get another chance, knowing her. And he looked really good, him merely gazing into her eyes was impairing her decision making more than alcohol ever could. “Yeah.”

And so she took the shot. 

And for once, (Y/N) allowed herself to have a good time.

He was right, they did have really good appetizers. Predictably, and honestly it was her fault for not listening when he was talking about ordering food, he ordered his favorite. Teriyaki chicken wings. (Y/N) asked if his fondness for eating birds was an attempt at a pun, or a genuine love for cannibalism. Keigo laughed and urged her to just try them. And they were absolutely mouthwatering. So good that she was licking her fingers clean just to get every last drop of sauce. Keigo watched intently as placed her thumb into her mouth, slowly licking it as she almost moaned in satisfaction. His whole body felt like he had been lit on fire watching her perfect lips.

They took a few more shots after they devoured their plate of wings, conversation flowing more easily with alcohol entering her system. There was an uncomfortable, flushed feeling in her face and neck, but an interesting buzz in the pit of her stomach. (Y/N) felt like she was a bore, she didn’t have much to say. She didn’t really want him to know that she didn’t have a life, even if he already knew how uptight she was. Instead, she listened to him yap about the many things that seemed to constantly be on his mind. She wasn’t really listening though, her thoughts and eyes instead watched his lips, and wondered if there were better ways he could put them to use than yapping.

Like how those lips would fit against hers, or how his teeth would feel on the pulse of her neck, or the feel of his breath against the insides of her thighs… She rolled her head back, trying desperately to remind herself to stop thinking about her colleague in such a salacious and unbecoming manner.

He had moved closer to her, they were now sitting knee to knee, she could lean close enough and smell his cologne and he could see the glow of intoxication on her face. “Are you drunk from two shots?” he asked.

She blinked, “is that too many or too few?”

He laughed, “you’re a total lightweight.”

“Is that something I should be ashamed of?” She questioned, surprisingly genuinely. Keigo smiled, endeared by her insecurity about her ability to hold her liquor, he couldn’t imagine (Y/N) being insecure about anything.

Keigo leaned a little closer, their shoulders brushing against each other, his hand moving to caress her knee, “you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

They were very close. Maybe they shouldn’t be. Keigo felt a little tipsy, but (Y/N) was acting so out of character with no chiding about his proximity, him touching her so personally, or staring too familiarly. Instead, she allowed it, leaning closer to him and gazing directly into his eyes. God, she had pretty eyes. And lips. And thighs, he wanted so desperately to be able to slide his hand up from her knee to go under her skirt, but he withheld the urge.

But that was the only one he could contain. Without much thought, Keigo reached out and grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. He pressed his lips against hers roughly, tasting vodka on her lips and her cherry lip gloss. He never would have guessed, and he had spent a great deal of time imagining. Keigo pulled away, when he noticed how her body had stiffened at his kiss, chiding himself for his behavior. Mistaking tipsiness for signs.

He pulled his lips away from hers, “sorry.”

Before he could pull away too far, (Y/N) grabbed his shirt and bawled it into her fist, bringing his lips back to hers. She kissed him just as roughly, if not more so, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. She slid her tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste him unabashedly. He surrendered to her, his hand gently tracing down from the back of her head, down her spine, to grab her waist. 

They only parted when all the air was gone from both their lungs, (Y/N) reluctantly loosened her grip on his shirt. She kept her forehead against his, their mouths breathing heavily against one another, their eyes locked on the other, both hazy with lust. She leaned forward again, but Keigo turned his cheek, and her lips landed on his jaw. She growled against his stubble.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“You’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Of course you are,” he sighed, it was so hard to resist her while she was breathing heavily against his skin, her mouth hot against his skin. But it was the right thing to do. He could never take advantage. “ Why else would you be acting like this? You hate me, remember?” he teased.

She pouted, pulling his shirt tighter in frustration. “I don’t hate you. I never hated you. I just hated the way you made me feel.”

He felt a pit form in his stomach. 

“The way you would stare at me without shame, barely able to conceal your lewd thoughts. And your constant flirtation.”

His hands retracted from her body. It was guilt pooling in his stomach. Keigo had always imagined it to be harmless, a part of their banter. Their charm as a duo, the whole will-they-won’t-they thing. Now, hearing aloud how much she hated it, he felt terrible. He opened his mouth to apologize, but (Y/N) spoke first, or maybe she had never finished speaking.

“Do you know how many times I’ve had to fight the urge to fuck you on every roof and every alleyway in Fukuoka when you do that shit?”

That caught him off guard. The guilt completely dissipating, his eyes shooting wide open in disbelief. But, he had fantastic hearing, even with loud music he could hear perfectly clearly. He pulled away a bit more so he could look at her face. (Y/N) looked a bit embarrassed at her confession, and more sober.

“You’ve been testing my self control and it drives me crazy,” she admitted, her lips trailed across his jaw to his neck, “I try so hard, it’s just too hard.”

Keigo’s hands returned to her waist, grasping at the fabric with urgency at her confession, his confidence returning to him with her affirmations that she wanted him as bad as he had wanted her all this time. Keigo was convinced he would have to spend months of non-dates and non-subtle flirting before she would let him touch her. He wanted to be patient, to win her over. She would be worth it, he knew it. But she already wanted him.

He looked into her eyes once more, her (e/c) eyes held a vulnerability in them. The walls had finally come crumbling down with just some liquid courage and one hell of a kiss. And hell, she was so pretty right now, he fought the urge to just kiss her immediately. (Y/N) was waiting for little more than a kiss from the looks of it. She looked almost scared. She didn’t put herself out like this, ever. His next words had to be very careful.

“So, about you fucking me on every roof and every alleyway in Fukuoka, you wanna get started on that now or?”

“Bullshit!” (Y/N) screamed, unable to keep her rage within herself. She looked at him with her eyes glazed over, tears threatening to fall if she even blinked too hard, her hands balled into fists as she gripped her shirt. Katsuki didn’t even need to look at her to feel the anger of those (e/c) eyes.

“I’m falling behind that shitty Deku and even that fucking half and half bastard, I can’t waste my time with you anymore,” he explained.

She couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, not her usual joyous laughter that came easily to her, but an almost hysterical and dark laughter as she grabbed her face. She couldn’t believe what he had said. It was the most cliche Katsuki reasoning he could have said when breaking up with her. Another shame on her for not realizing that he was willing to sacrifice anything for his goals, and she was just another expendable extra in his path to be number one.

“It’s really sad, Katsuki,” she spoke.

Her laughter died out as she looked over at him with a sad smile tugged at the side of her mouth and silent tears rolling down her face. This time he looked at her, and despite the smile that was on her face to keep her from sobbing in front of him, he could see all her pain. His eyes widened in surprise.

“I hope you do become number one someday, so when you reach that stupid rank, you realize just how hollow it is when you’re all alone after all the bridges you’ve burnt down- the friendships you ruined or refused to even have, or wherever the hell this could have gone. I hope you never regret this because there is no turning back if it’s over,” (Y/N) spewed venom in every word.

Katsuki’s mind went completely blank, not able to think of a single word to say in response, but his eyes couldn’t look away from her. That would be the image of her that would always be embedded in his mind when he thought of her.

There was a silence between the two. She couldn’t decide if she wanted him to say anything or if she preferred the silence. Eventually she couldn’t stand the sight of him and stared at the ground, wanting to scream at each tear that kept running down her cheeks as tried to stop them from falling in the first place.

Eventually he stood up after what felt like forever, he was still once he was on his feet. He didn’t look at her as he stood there, knowing his presence was no longer appreciated. This had been the room their haven when they first started dating, where they could freely kiss and hold each other without having to worry who saw. Where they shared their thoughts with one another. Katsuki couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t happy being in here with her. It was just a luxury he could no longer afford. And he simply had to accept it.

As he walked towards the door he stopped for a moment. Despite his conviction to stand by his decision, he still cared about her. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

When he closed the door behind him, she allowed herself to begin sobbing. The noises she made were horrible as she cried out into the night until she couldn’t stand the sound of herself and tried to bury it in a pillow. When she was done crying, her eyes were puffy and red, her face felt wet but dried over, her entire body was exhausted but her mind was racing too much to sleep. She began to feel physically ill even thinking about the break up.

She had been a fool. Anyone would have told her it was a matter of time before Katsuki would have broken up with her for that exact reason. Why did she believe she was special to him in any way? Clearly she wasn’t considering the half assed break up he gave her. After being each other’s first kisses, first dates, first serious relationship, and even meeting each other’s parents, he was even one of the few who knew she was a Yagi, and yet he still couldn’t talk with her before shattering her heart. That’s how little she meant to him.

But her anger rose with her sadness, particularly at the last thing he said to her. How he was sorry. Katsuki had never apologized to her for anything, and it felt like a slap in the face that he would break her heart and then apologize like that. Making it seemed like he still cared, but clearly not enough. It was infuriating. 

She couldn’t even sleep with how conflicted she was feeling.

By the time she tired herself out, she only got two hours of rest before Ashido and Hagakure came happily knocking at her door for morning showers. 

When she opened the door and they saw her red eyes and fatigued body, worried questions began as they started inspecting her. (Y/N) forced a smile and lied that she had been sick the previous night. They believed her, but she doubted anyone else would believe her.

(Y/N) had dreaded every moment she had spent getting ready for class. Every moment was another moment until she had to see him again- a prospect that used to excite her to see his ash blonde hair at the front of the class with a bored look or already enraged with someone. Now she dreaded it. She tried her best to force a smile as Mina grabbed her arm and pulled her excitedly to the building. Her energy had always been infectious, but she wasn’t feeling particularly happy and even faking it was limiting.

When they finally reached the classroom, the first thing she noticed was Katsuki sitting at his desk ready for class early as always. Despite his delinquent-like appearance, he was a model student in many regards. His eyes found hers immediately and she felt completely paralyzed under his gaze. It was so unlike when they first met and his gaze captivated her in a way that made her heart pound, now it felt like he was rubbing salt in her wound.

She couldn’t even hear Kirishima wave her over, she barely noticed how he and Kaminari were standing beside Katsuki talking. The idea of being near him and having to act like nothing happened because none of them knew they had been dating. Would she have to avoid the friends she had made all year because of him? Just when she imagined the worst had happened, she had failed to notice the fallout of everything else. The ill feeling returned as it racked through her body and she subconsciously grabbed her body.

“(L/N) are you okay?” Sero asked, looking at her with a worried expression. Mina looked at her with surprised eyes as she tried to reach out.

“She said she wasn’t feeling too good,” Mina explained to her friends, before turning to her, “I thought you said you were feeling better?”

“Yeah, I thought I was,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to take you to the nurse?” he questioned.

She shook her head, unable to speak as she felt eyes starting to look at her. She knew that Kaminari and Kirishima were trying to rush over, worried about her current state as the thoughtful friends she knew they were. Midoriya was also looking at her with a shocked expression, but he was always slower to react. Everyone else seemed worried about her except for Katsuki. He looked unbothered, completely quiet and not even looking at her anymore.

Without a thought she ran out of the classroom despite them calling out for her to stop or questioning her. She wasn’t even sure where she was running to, just that she needed to leave. She could stand there anymore with everyone looking at her, trying to figure out what was wrong but she couldn’t even begin to explain. Kirishima was the only one who knew, judging by how he was acting, Katsuki hadn’t told him. She didn’t want him to know either, at least not when she was a sobbing mess. He was too good of a guy, he’d probably fight Katsuki for her honor, and she didn’t want to be the reason their friendship dissolved.

She found herself at the farthest girl’s bathroom from her classroom and hoped that no one had followed her as she locked herself in one of the stalls and began weeping. Unashamed at the horrible noises she was making, her neck felt so tight and heavy she could barely breathe. She didn’t care about class or what trouble she would get in. She didn’t care if she caused a panic with her disappearance or whatever grief this would cause her class. Instead she thought about was the one person she wanted to find who she wouldn’t even look at.

“(Y/N)?” 

“Papa?” she weakly croaked, surprised by the voice that she felt compelled to speak regardless of her current state. She began rubbing her eyes and trying her best to stop the crying as she pulled her knees to her chest.

He closed the door behind him, feeling ashamed to be in the young women’s room as a grown man, but his paternal instinct to find his daughter when she was obviously crying outweighed his bashfulness. Toshinori walked in and tried his best to follow the noise to a locked stall and pressed against the plastic.

“How’d you find me?” she asked, a hiccup between her sad words.

“I’d like to say that my fatherly senses activate when you get sad,” he began, even though there was obvious worry in his voice, he tried to have a jovial sound to his voice, hoping it would cheer her up a bit. Instead there was only the sound of sniffling from his end. “But the truth is that Young Midoriya texted me before homeroom started that you had run off, Kirishima-shounen and Sero-shounen wanted to chase after you but Aizawa showed up and stopped them,” he explained.

She clicked her tongue, unsurprised the two of them would have tried to run after her. She almost cracked a smile. (Y/N) was also not surprised that it was Midoriya who texted her father, the two had become close over the last year because she was the only one who knew about One For All and how he was the current holder. She rubbed her eyes and rested her head on the stall wall.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked, worry laced into every word. She knew he was resting his hand on the door, as if he was trying to reach in and hold her hand. “This isn’t like you, did something happen?”

She wanted to bite her tongue.

She wanted to be able to wipe her face clean and leave the stall with a bright smile and some excuse that she was feeling better.

She wanted to go to class and act like nothing happened.

But she had promised him she would be honest with him. He was the only one she could be honest with anymore. He was the only one she wasn’t hiding something from and who hadn’t hurt her. She couldn’t lie to her father anymore about anything. Not when thoughts that if she had been honest with him in the beginning maybe she would have known she had been making a big mistake.

“Katsuki and I broke up.”

She could barely get the words out before she was sobbing again, trying her best to keep her eyes shut as tears continued to stream down her face in vicious sobs. She felt so pathetic crying with her father on the other side of the stall, even if he couldn’t see her. Like she was some little girl crying over her broken doll or ripped stuffed toy.

This was the first time she had told anyone, all the words seemed foreign and hurt to even say. The worst part was saying his name aloud. Did she even have the right to call him by his name? He left her when they first started dating because of how close they were, but she could never imagine being that close to him with how she was feeling now.

All Might was shocked, unable to find words as he listened to her quiet sobs, feeling his own heart breaking at the horrid sound. He was shocked that the two had broken up when not too long ago he was first learning they were together. That first night when he saw them together, he never saw his daughter so happy and carefree or Katsuki so calm and composed. Despite his own overprotective instincts, they seemed happy and good together. He had even given his blessing despite his reservations about it.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he spoke. 

“Don’t be sorry,” she hiccuped, “you didn’t do anything.”

“No, but I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything,” he responded. “I wish there was something I could do or say that would make it better, but I know I can’t.”

“I don’t want you to feel bad too,” she squeaked, tears continuing to fall down her face no matter how aggressively she tried to wipe her face.

“How can I not? My little girl just got her heart broken?” he croaked.

“Oh, papa,” she sighed, placing her hand on the door alongside his. 

Even though there was a fair amount of plastic between their hands, she could feel his hand against hers in some phantom memory from all the times he would hold her hand when she was a little girl. There was some comfort to be found from the action, a comfort she had needed but was too ashamed to ask for.

He carefully asked, “can I ask what happened?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, her throat closing up with a knot in her stomach as her mind relieved that moment for what felt like the thousandth time that day. “He told me I was too much of a distraction to becoming number one.”

Toshinori didn’t even know how to respond. He had been encouraged by Katsuki’s goal to become the number one hero someday, but he never imagined he would hurt his daughter in the name of that goal. Although he knew he had probably hurt people before even unintentionally while being the symbol of peace. But he never would have told someone they were a “distraction” as if they weren’t a person whose feelings mattered.

“I’m sorry he would say something like that to you,” he began, before she cut him off with a hoarse and tear-filled voice.

“Please can people stop apologizing, you haven’t done anything wrong, you have nothing to be sorry about,” she snapped burying her face in her hands, and Katsuki wouldn’t have broken up with me if he knew it was wrong. 

“I don’t know what else I can say,” Toshinori explained, trying to peep between the stall door and the other stall, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, only being able to imagine the state she was in. It was killing him to not be able to just wrap his arms around her and hope it would communicate all the words that were failing him now. “You didn’t deserve to be broken up with because of things out of your control. Young Bakugou shouldn’t have made you feel like it was your fault. I know I’m your father and that no man is ever going to be good enough for you by my standards, but you deserve better than him.”

“B-but I don’t want better,” she stuttered, “I want him.”

(Y/N) had been lying to herself when she acted as if she hadn’t woken up this morning hoping that the previous night had been some horrible dream and that when she saw Katsuki they would still be together. There was a part of herself that hated how she still wanted to be with him, how she would get back with him if he asked because he always made her weak for him like that. 

“That’s okay to feel like that,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his mouth, “you’re young, he’s the first person you ever had those feelings for. The first time they’re always the strongest and they make you foolish. But I promise you that eventually you’re going to find someone else who makes you feel that amazing feeling but will never let you feel like this.”

“But why couldn’t it have been him?” 

“I don’t know what is going on in Young Bakugou’s heart, he makes rash and emotional decisions sometimes. He pushes others away and refuses help. Maybe this had to happen for something better,” he shrugged, “or maybe it’s just a stop in the road before you get back together when you’re older and more mature. Or maybe you’re just teenagers and one day this will all seem silly.”

“God, I feel so stupid,” she muttered, her tears had slowed down, able to keep them in her eyes instead of continuous streams down her now stained cheeks. She pulled toilet paper to clean her face and blow her nose, as she silently hiccuped. “How am I going to go back there?” (Y/N) whined.

“It might be an abuse of power, but maybe we’ll just say you needed an hour of rest after being ill to recuperate. You can come take a nap in the counseling office with me,” he offered, hopeful that she would open the door finally. 

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, “you’d do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you, sweetheart,” he assured.

Collecting herself, she leaned over and unlocked the door. (Y/N) knew there shouldn’t be any shame in letting her father see her. She also wanted to stop crying in a bathroom stall, it was getting to be almost as upsetting as the breakup. He stepped back as she gently swung the door open.

He looked at her tear soaked face and her red eyes, he swore she was three years old again when she used to come running to him, needing his protection or love when she was feeling sad or scared. Toshinori had spent so much time coming to terms with how much his daughter had grown up and was a young lady and not his baby anymore, it was a complete shock.

Wrapping his arms around her, towering over her as his paper thin arms wrapped around her as tightly as he could and rested his head on top of hers. (Y/N) seemed hesitant to react at first, but soon he felt her wrap her arms around him, digging her finger into his back as she held on tightly as if he was going to let go at some point. Toshinori never wanted to let go of her.

If he still had One For All, he probably would have wanted to brutalize the young hero-in-training for how he hurt his daughter, but he tried to remind himself that Katsuki must have had his reasons. You don’t hurt people you care that much about unless you have a good reason to do so. One he hoped was better than what he had told (Y/N) anyways.

He pulled back and started wiping her face, putting a large smile on his face as he had always been known for. “Now let’s clean you up so I can see your cute face? Then you can take a nap while I get you some snacks.”

So she argued, why not share that happiness with her father? He was such a loving person, he was so happy his daughter was in such a great and serious relationship. That she was becoming a woman.

Except, she knew in fact that wasn’t true. 

Part of (Y/N) was sure her father was going to die of shock and horror when she told him. Despite the fact that she was sixteen years old and it was normal for her to take an interest in boys, and the fact that she was a hero-in-training and had fought villains already, he still thought of her as his little girl.

This was an image she had done very little to undo. In truth, she loved being his little girl. The best part of her week had always been standing in the kitchen with her father and putting together just a meal for the two of them. Some people might have thought it would be lonely, especially after her mother passed and Sir Nighteye stopped coming, but they enjoyed spending time together. She didn’t want their relationship to change.

But she knew this was too serious to keep hiding from her father. If she was serious about this relationship she owed the truth. Also when mentioning how she wouldn’t be free because of a family dinner, she may have blurted out that he could come too. Now she was caught between a rock and a hard place, which meant she was forced to have to tell her father.

She stood outside the teacher’s office and tried to hype herself up enough to go inside, before being forced to go inside to hide from Jirou and Yaoyorozu who were coming down the hallway and could potentially catch her. Once inside all the teachers turned to her and she let out a nervous smile and wave.

The faculty were the only people in UA that knew she was the daughter of the Number One hero, hell she was his freaking screensaver. So they eventually turned away from her and went back to work while she walked over to her father’s desk. Suddenly she wished she had texted him instead. Goddamn him for raising her to be direct and responsible. 

“Oh, (Y/N), what do I owe the pleasure?!” He excitedly responded, bending down to pick her up into a tight embrace with all the strength he had left before having to quickly place her back down because of his weakened state.

“Hi papa,” she greeted, meekly.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, sitting down on his chair but still smiling up at her, “you usually don’t come to see me during the school day. Not that I’m complaining, I love it when you visit me.”

A pang of guilt straight through her heart. Another secret for another time.

She started twiddling her thumbs, feeling even more guilty with how sweet and loving her father was and how she was about to completely betray all the trust that had between them. She felt her heart pound in her ears and tried hard to keep her breathing still. “I just need to talk to you about something.”

He became concerned. He thought his daughter was more confident and direct than this, on top of that it was unusual for her to be contacting him at school. Toshinori became overwhelmed with worry. He started to examine her, was there something wrong with her. “What is it? What can I do? Did someone say something? Do something?”

“No, papa, calm down,” she raised her hands out reassuringly. She knew his mind would immediately overreact. “I’m okay, really. It’s just I’ve gotta share some news with you that you aren’t going to be happy about. In fact, I’m worried it’s going to affect our relationship, and the way you see me.”

“(Y/N), nothing is going to change the way I feel about you or our relationship, I love you,” he assured her, which she could hear Midnight and Present Mic awe at quietly behind their desks, pretending like they weren’t listening. She looked at them and rolled her eyes before turning back to the endless adoration of her father.

“I love you too, papa,” she replied, before whispering under her breath, “please remember that after what I say next…”

Looking at him, he looked like a puppy. So happy and eager. Now she felt like she was going to be kicking a puppy. But she tried to power through.

“I’vebeenseeingthisboyfromclassforaboutthreemonthsanditwascasualnolabelsatfirstbutnowwe’rekindofofficalwhichmeansIwanthimtomeetyoubecausethisrelationshipisthatimportanttomesohe’llbejoiningusforourfamilydinner,” she mumbled before leaning down and swiftly kissing his cheek, “love you, bye,” she said more clearly, then turned on her heels quickly and storming out of the office.

To say that Toshinori was stunned by this would have been an understatement.

She had a boyfriend.

Correction, his precious little girl, his baby angel, had been in a relationship that was supposedly serious for the past three months with some boy in her class. Some boy who had been living in the same dorm as her. A relationship that he didn’t have the slightest clue about. The first secret she had kept from him.

How could he have not noticed before? Had he been blinded before, not seeing her as a young woman interacting with teenage boys, not noticing the hints of attraction? 

She’s always with Young Kirishima, always talking and laughing excitedly. They seemed like good friends, or maybe there was more there than he thought…

She sat next to Young Todoroki during class and talked to him often. But he is Endeavor’s son. Which was no. Just no.

But the one she was closest to had to be Young Midoriya. He was a good young man, and she knew he was the current carrier of one for all. It wouldn’t be the worst option. Of course, he would still have to beat Young Midoriya for getting involved with his daughter behind his back. But then he would happily welcome him into the family.

He sighed and rubbed his temples, pretending like he couldn’t hear Midnight and Present Mic giggling amongst each other. This was a day he had ignored for so many years, so now he just hoped it was someone who was kind and treated her gently with patience.

“Where the hell are we going?” Katsuki groaned, hands in his pockets as he was following her, barely even twenty feet out of the dorm and he was already bored and annoyed. “We’re not even out of UA.”

“You’ll see~” she muttered, trying to evade it as long as possible.

Her relationship with Katsuki was complicated. For a long time she thought he hated her, but it became clear he just didn’t know how to express himself properly. During the first few weeks after they started their “relationship” she was still in shock that he was even interested in her. Katsuki was the one who suggested that their relationship should be a secret because he didn’t want anyone else to get involved with their opinions and annoying attitudes. 

They had managed to keep it a secret for a long time, longer than they thought. Katsuki mainly acted the same in class and around the common areas of the dorm, but when they were alone in one of their rooms, he was different in a lot of ways she noticed. More thoughtful. 

In fact, it was while in Katsuki’s room, sharing a kiss they were caught by Kirishima because he didn’t understand boundaries and knocking. After (Y/N) got Katsuki off him, he swore to secrecy, but they both knew it was only a matter of time before other people in their class would catch on. On top of that, it was a serious relationship, he was her boyfriend now. Just saying it made her heart soar. Which meant it couldn’t be a secret anymore.

She suggested that they should meet each other’s parents before letting everyone in their class know. Katsuki was less than thrilled at the prospect of (Y/N) meeting his parents, but she watched him call his mother to make arrangements for them to come over for lunch. But first, she had nervously accidentally invited him to have dinner with her father.

However, Katsuki didn’t know she was the daughter of All Might. It wasn’t a secret she was keeping on purpose, she had decided to enroll under her mother’s surname to earn her place as a hero rather than riding off the success of her father. She had just never bothered to tell him the truth. Oh well, he was going to know after tonight.

Even though she knew that they had already met, she wanted him to make a good impression as her boyfriend, not just another student. She reached out and held his hand. “Katsuki, I want you to promise me that you’ll be on your best behavior tonight,” she pleaded, in her sweetest tone.

“Eh?” He responded, looking at her confused but also kind of pissed off.

She raised up a hand defensively, “I mean obviously I appreciate everything about you, I mean you are my boyfriend after all, but you are an acquired taste, Katsuki. And I just want everything to go smoothly because my dad is really overprotective. So if you could dial it down like ten percent, I would be really grateful,” she smiled widely, interlocking their fingers. 

He looked really annoyed. Katsuki didn’t change himself for anyone and was almost unapologetic about every action he did and every word that he said, regardless of how it made others think about him. But he did want her father to like him because he could see how important it was to her. So he reluctantly nodded, while grinding his teeth in annoyance.

She grinned, “okay, let’s go then.” 

Without giving him a moment to think, she ran forward, tightly gripping his hand to lead him to the faculty building. Katsuki was screaming at her to slow down and stop dragging him, but she ignored him, it would be easier to jump into things head first. Once they were inside the building, she opened the door with her spare keys and quickly ushered him into her father’s house on campus.

“Papa, we’re here!” She announced, quickly taking off her shoes and neatly leaving them at the door. Katsuki was still confused, looking around, wondering which member of the faculty was her father. At least it wasn’t Aizawa, that would have been a nightmare. 

“(Y/N)!” A voice called back, walking down the hallway. Katsuki froze when he heard the voice, it was incredibly recognizable and he knew he couldn’t be confusing it with another. But it was impossible, the two of you looked nothing alike, there was no way the girl he fell for could be related to…

“ALL MIGHT?!”

“Young Bakugou?!”

They both screamed in unison, with (Y/N) crouching over and covering her ears to avoid the sound. The two actually reacted more than she first anticipated they would. At least Katsuki hadn’t blown anything up and her father wasn’t threatening to lock her in a closet until she was thirty. She took the opportunity during their shock to start moving away towards the kitchen.

She smiled while rubbing the back of her head, “now that introductions are out of the way, what are we having tonight? Katsuki’s a great cook.”

“(Y/N), young lady, you get back here this instant!”

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

They both responded, her father with a disciplinary tone and Katsuki was absolutely infuriated. She stopped dead in her tracks, turning to them with a half-smile, knowing that there was no quick escape from the inevitable.

“How could you not tell me that your father was All Might?!”

“How could you not tell me you were dating Young Bakugou?!”

“Stop speaking at the same time as me!” Katsuki barked at the former number one hero, clearly frustrated with the whole situation.

“Well you see,” she began, taking a deep breath because it was going to be an excruciating long time to explain it all correctly. She pointed at Katsuki and spoke quickly, “I didn’t tell you about who my dad was because when I was young I used to be judged all the time by who my father was, none of my merits could be my own. I didn’t want to live in his shadow my entire life, so I decided that I wanted to register in UA using my mother’s name, and I haven’t told anyone because I wanted you guys to like me for me. But I invited you here now because I know I can trust you and your feelings for me regardless of who my father is.” She took another breath and then continued just as quickly, pointing at her father now, “and I didn’t tell you because I’m not a little girl anymore. I know we’ve always been close and I want to stay this close but some things are just mine. I wanted to see where my relationship with Katsuki went before I told you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but as a sixteen year old girl I am entitled to have secrets about who I’m dating until I’m ready to share with you.”

Both of them looked at her in shock, while she bent over and started breathing heavily after all the air she lost speaking so quickly. Katsuki’s anger seemed to simmer down from where it was before. He was mad for no reason before, he just didn’t like surprises. Toshinori started to hold his heart. He looked down at Katsuki, and despite his confusion over where this relationship came from, he was finally starting to see that she was maturing.

“Now can we just have dinner already?!” She asked, cheeks red.

Toshinori smiled his usual bright grin, placing a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, “yes, it’s getting late, we should start preparing the meal. I was thinking maybe a curry. Do you have any food aversions, Young Bakugou?”

Usually Katsuki would have brushed his hand away, but he remembered the promise he made to (Y/N) and so he just started scowling. “No.”

“Katsuki likes spicy food, so we’ll make his plate super spicy!” she beamed, already in the kitchen putting on her apron as the two men started walking down the hall. 

Toshinori noted how they were on a first name basis, which meant it really was as serious as she claimed it was in his office.

“Dad, you can start the rice, while Katsuki and I will cut the vegetables.”

(Y/N) ran over and pulled Katsuki to wash their hands, and he started barking at her to stop telling him what to do, but still watched his hands and followed her to the cutting board. He started with the carrots and she cut the peppers.

“This reminds me of the training camp,” she sighed, leaning into Katsuki with a bright grin. “Remember when we had to make our own food, everyone was so shocked to find out how skilled you were at cooking.”

“It’s not my fault they're so bad at everything,” he replied, “Icyhot’s piss-poor attempt at cutting carrots was pathetic.”

“It took Iida an hour to learn how to peel a potato,” she laughed.

Toshinori watched the two of them for a moment after he got the rice boiling on the stove. For a moment the two looked like a real couple, and for a moment he thought he was staring into the future of a married couple reminiscing about their high school years while they cooked dinner, maybe a child or two would come running in trying to steal some dessert before dinner before getting lightly scolded. While he was the old man they visited once a year. He was not ready to be some sad old grandfather, and was not ready to see her grow up that much.

He moved to break them apart, moving between the two and smiled at his daughter, “(Y/N), Young Bakugou seems to be doing fine cutting the vegetables on his own, so you should come and help me get the chicken ready, it’s already done defrosting in the sink, come help me prepare it?”

She blinked for a few seconds, “okay.”

She moved across the kitchen and started helping her father with slicing the chicken and then seasoning it, while Katsuki quickly finished slicing up the vegetables and placing them neatly to the side. Once she finished with the chicken she turned to her father with a smile.

“All done,” she announced, “how about you finish cooking the chicken and vegetables while Katsuki and I set the table.”

Katsuki put his hands in his pocket and walked out of the room, she smiled at her father one last time and ran into the dining area.

She wrapped her arms around him while he was setting down the placemats for the three of them, he looked at her ticked off. (Y/N) however was unrelenting, keeping her arms around him. “See, this is not so bad,” she said. “He’s just like any other father, trying desperately to keep his little girl away from her bad influence boyfriend.”

““bad influence?”” He asked.

“Um hmm,” she hummed, “with your delinquent attitude.”

“Says the one who can’t keep her hands off me,” he retorted, placing the plates down and refusing to make eye contact with her anymore.

She leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “I’m just proud of how well you’re behaving. Even if you don’t win him over, you’ve won me over for sure.” 

“Like it was hard,” he replied, leaning down to meet her lips.

“Uh hum,” Toshinori faked cleared his throat to get their attention, which got them to separate quickly, with both their faces red with embarrassments, and quickly finishing setting the table as they were supposed to rather than flirting, as he brought the food out and set it down on the table for dinner.

(Y/N) quickly ran back to the kitchen and brought back hot sauce for Katsuki and sat between the two, preparing to have dinner together.

After a dinner where (Y/N) guided the conversation primarily, knowing that Katsuki wasn’t much of a talker, she mostly talked about her day and what Kaminari and Kirishima got into at school and the new dance move Mina had taught her. Once dinner was over, she had to force her father to take it easily and let her and Katsuki clear the table and wash the dishes. He mumbled but went along with her and made sure the dishes were absolutely spotless before they prepared to leave back for the dorms to get some rest.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around her father as best she could, considering his towering stature. He rested his head on hers, taking in some more time with his daughter before he didn’t see her intimately for another week. She pulled away and smiled, “this was great wasn’t it?”

He nodded his head, “it was. Young Bakugou, you were very helpful.” 

“The food was good,” Katsuki replied, starting to walk away towards the dorms slowly, to give her a moment alone with her father.

She looked up at her father breaking their embrace a bit, with a mix of anxiousness, “so what do you think? I know you’ve already known him for a long time, but what do you think about him as my boyfriend?”

“He makes you really happy,” he replied.

“He does,” she nodded.

Toshinori sighed, “then I want nothing more for you two to continue to be happy together. Just don’t hide the special moments in your life from me anymore, (Y/N). I love you.”

She hugged him tighter. “I love you too, papa. I’ll see you later.”

He grinned and rubbed her head, breaking the hug to watch her descend the stairs of the building before he went back inside, actually pleasantly content with how the night had been. Despite Katsuki’s attempts to seem clouded in annoyance or anger, he was always eager to help and engage with (Y/N), treating her with his own type of kindness that he was grateful for.

(Y/N) ran on a mile high after getting her father’s approval, she felt like she was practically floating as she dashed down the pavement. She eventually caught up to Katsuki, but rather than moving to walk by his side and maybe hold his hand a little longer before they got to the dorm, she was feeling particularly playful and decided to jump on his back for an impromptu piggyback ride.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?” he screamed, grabbing the underside of her knees to keep her up while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“He loved you,” she announced.

“Tch, why are you so shocked?!” He retorted, “I got you, didn’t I?!”  

Their entire lives, (Y/N) had done everything first. She had been born five minutes before him. She said her first word before him, took her first steps before him, and was even potty trained before him. It was not surprising his big sister would also manifest her quirk before him. 

He lifted his hands up and tried his hardest to focus. “I can’t, nee-nee.” 

“Don’t give up!” She insisted, the flame in her hands growing ever so slightly as she raised her voice. That startled Shoto, the flame growing almost twice in size, but her words gave him strength and he gave it another try.

Finally, a small flame grew in the palm of his left hand. Not in the center of his hands the way it did for (Y/N). Only on one side.

“You did it, toto!” She was so happy, her smile could barely be contained to her face and she began jumping up and down with excitement. Even Shoto, the more gentle of the twins, was smiling with pride. 

In her excitement, the flame grew once more and flew in the courtyard.

“MAMA!”

Rei dropped the phone from her hands and ran into the courtyard where she had left her youngest children alone. She chastised herself, what a terrible mother she was to leave her babies alone. Rei needed to speak with her mother in private, and this was the only time when she could. When Enji was gone, her eldest children would not be able to hear her. She thought Shoto and (Y/N) would be fine on their own, as they had in the past.

Her mind swirled with worst case scenarios. Had they hurt themselves somehow. (Y/N) often looked at the old tree in the courtyard, had she tried to climb the tree, her fearless little girl? That was her cry, she distinguished. Shoto was too careful and cautious to do something so reckless. But (Y/N)...

When she arrived in the courtyard, (Y/N) was on her knees covering her mouth with her hands and Shoto stood in front of her protectively. He dropped to his knees and held his frightened sister in an embrace. It was odd to witness, usually it was (Y/N) who was comforting her younger brother. Then Rei saw it. A wall of ice in the courtyard. So much like her own.

Shoto and (Y/N) watched as their mother began to cry.

“(Y/N)?”

She hadn’t even realized she had spaced out. (Y/N) took a moment to remember where she was and who was speaking to her. She was getting ready for the UA Sports Festival with her classmates, and the voice belonged to their classroom representative, Itsuka Kendo. Her friend.

“Are you nervous?” the orange-haired girl asked, she nervously laughed and scratched the back of her head. “I hope not. If someone as talented as you are is nervous then the rest of us might as well just go home.”

She shook her head. It was disheartening to hear something like that from a friend, even though she knew that Kendo only said it in jest. (Y/N) knew that many of her classmates had felt disheartened recently, with all of the attention being given to the other first year class, while they were forgotten about entirely. She knew many of them wanted to prove themselves during the Sport’s Festival. She doubted Kendo, even with her optimistic disposition. 

“No, I was just remembering something,” (Y/N) responded. “Let’s go.”

Kendo placed her hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder before they left.

The first round of the Sports Festival was decided. A race.

Before the countdown for the race was completed, (Y/N) looked to find the one face that mattered. She watched the way the right side of his face scrunched a bit in his cheek and his brow, and she knew exactly what he would do. Once the race began, a thick sheet of ice covered the ground and Shoto took first place of the race, leaving everyone behind him.

Except for (Y/N), who had used blasts of fire from both her hands, situated behind her to propel her from the ice on the ground. She had not been the only one to have that exact same idea, and soon they were running for second place side by side. Unfortunately, he was quite unpleasant.

“Where the fuck did you come from, extra?” he screamed, he had spiked ash blonde hair and deep red eyes. (Y/N) glared at him, she was not like her brother who allowed insults and compliments alike to roll off his back as though nothing impacted him. She was more unforgiving than that.

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I have a name.”

They all stopped when they saw the robots from the entrance exam, which both Shoto and (Y/N) had not taken, they both got in through recommendations. Her twin hadn’t even looked at her or anyone before he easily destroyed one of the enormous animatronics in a single ice attack before taking back first place in the race once more.

The angry blonde didn’t take long to use his explosion quirk to handle some robots on his own. (Y/N) knew there was quite a gap of power between herself and Shoto, there was no way she would ever be able to surpass him. That meant the only competition worth competing with was the blonde boy, whose name she just learnt was Katsuki Bakugou from the loud speaker.

Not to be outdone by him, she let her flames burn to their brightest and left the robots a melting mess for those behind her as she continued her pursuit. 

“(Y/N) TODOROKI OF CLASS B IS QUICKLY CATCHING UP TO BAKUGOU OF CLASS A! WHO WOULD HAVE EXPECTED ANY DIFFERENTLY FROM THE DAUGHTER OF THE NUMBER TWO HERO, THE FLAME HERO: ENDEAVOR!”

Behind her, there was a chorus of surprised screams of confusion. All of them belonged to class 1A, who were shocked to discover that their classmate had a twin sister in the other class that they had never known about. (Y/N) wasn’t surprised to learn that Shoto had never mentioned her to his classmates. She didn’t really talk about him to her classmates until recently. However, none of them were as surprised to learn who her twin was until she managed to catch up to Bakugou, who was glaring at her in bewilderment.

They were running side-by-side, from moment to moment they were either overtaking one another to being the one lagging behind by an inch. Bakugou glared at her, with frown consumed his face, “what the fuck?! There’s another one of you bastards?!”

“There’s only one of me,” she took the opportunity, surrounding herself in bright orange flames, her hand clenched around the fire, shooting it at Bakugou as a distraction so she could steal second place. 

His reflexes were good, but he was annoyed she had managed to surpass him for even a second during the race. He violently clenched his jaw before screaming and firing himself into the air to keep up with her. 

The two of them continued to be neck-and-neck when they eventually caught up with Shoto, who had been enjoying lengthy first place for too long. This was the first time his eyes noticed her since they began school, she had never felt him gaze at her once. It actually distracted her, looking at his turquoise eye on his left side, and she was too slow to block Bakugou’s blast, and she was knocked into third place, desperate to get up and keep up.

In the end, she came in fourth, following Midoriya’s astonishing rise from being an unremarkable face in the crowd to being first place. Shoto came in second, she noticed he wasn’t pleased but he hid it with a stoic face. Bakugou on the other hand was making no effort to hide his anger. She had noticed him staring at her, with a vaguely murderous intent. She met his gaze, undaunted. It almost made her want to laugh. Some random who had been lagging behind in the crowd had surpassed two recommendation students and the one who aced the entrance exam. But for the sake of not wanting to trigger Monoma, she acted disappointed in herself.

When the second round was announced, she had many people asking to be a member of her team, clearly after having discovered she was the daughter of the number two hero. The decision was easy, she followed Kendo’s lead when she asked her to join her team. (Y/N) was worth 195 points, as fourth place, and sat atop with Kendo, Kimori, and Setsuna holding her up. Her team played it safe, not nearly as flashy as the other teams who were trying to single in on Midoriya and his team for the most points. Her team would have lost and that would have been the end of competing in the festival for her.

Except two members of a team decided to drop out and they needed to select two members of another team to replace them.

Their team would be next to have won a place. 

“It should be Kendo and (Y/N),” Kosei suggested.

Kendo shook her head, “no, we need to put our best foot forward for the final round. I agree (Y/N) deserves to go to the final round, but I think my spot should go to Tetsutetsu, he deserves the opportunity more than me.”

“(Y/N) TODOROKI AND TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU OF CLASS B WILL ADVANCE TO THE FINAL AROUND AFTER A BRIEF INTERMISSION!”

She felt blindsided, what had just happened? She had spaced out once more. Shoto had won this round. Of course, he had. He would have won the first round as well if Midoriya’s gambit hadn’t worked out for him. He would dominate the next round, she was certain of that. It was a battle tournament, and he had been a fighter much longer than most of the kids in their school. Then, her attention had turned to Bakugou who was seething with rage on the ground. Similar to a petulant child who lost a game. Why couldn’t she stop staring at him, she could care less about his tantrum.

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized that her classmates had basically pushed her into the final round until she heard her voice on the loudspeaker. No, no, no. She had wanted to do her best in the festival as a matter of respect to herself and her classmates, and in hopes to attract a good agency for an internship. But the final round would have been a battle tournament. She wasn’t afraid to fight someone one-on-one, her quirk was perfect for combat. But what if she was matched against Shoto? That was her worst nightmare.

The corner of her eye found a large figure in the crowd. She wondered if he was only focused on Shoto’s victory or if he noticed at all that she had made it to the final round as well. Was he looking at her as well?

Kendo freed her from her thoughts when she hugged her tightly from behind. “Don’t tell Monoma that I said this, but put those Class A kids on their asses.”

She found herself giggling and turned to face her friend.

After winning her first match, which she won of course, she found herself walking down the hallway to return to her classmates. She saw Shoto approaching, preparing for his own first match, and her heart stopped.

Shoto was not someone she could ever forget. How could she? They were twins, and if superstition was to be believed, that meant that they would always be connected even though they no longer shared a womb. It did not feel that way anymore, they no longer lived in the same world. That was their father’s doing. She could not forget him, instead he made her remember.

His left side, the scar on his face. Their mother who was treated so horribly by their father that she grew to resent them for daring to show traits of their own father, half of themselves. That was why she burnt his left side, she saw their father in that part of his face and threw burning water on him. (Y/N) often wondered if she had been the one to go into the kitchen that day to check on their mother, if she would have burnt her entire face. She hadn’t seen her mother in a long time. She tried to not miss her, but Shoto made her remember her as well, they had the same face she realized.

He looked up at her as though she was any other student, a possible opponent should they be matched against one another. Not his twin sister.

She found herself almost involuntarily speaking. She tried to stop herself when her mouth opened, and muttered a soft-spoken, “good luck.”

That caught Shoto’s attention and looked at her as though she was someone of more significance than some pedestrian. He seemed uncomfortable. Was it because she had been staring at his scar, or was it because she spoke to him? (Y/N) tried to remember the last time she spoke to him. Maybe when she bumped into him in the hallway and she muttered ‘sorry’ before he walked off. That was two, maybe three months ago. And never at school.

He continued to walk before uttering, “thanks.”

When she returned to her class, (Y/N) felt dazed. Most of the tournament felt as though it had floated her by until it was time for Shoto’s second match, which was before what would be her second match.

She had been truly amazed to see how far Shoto had come when he fought Midoriya. He had always been amazing. He had a perfect quirk, and even with his refusal to use any flames, Shoto had perfected his use of ice. When he finally did use his left side, unleashing an attack that was even beyond the level she was currently at, she was astounded. Not jealous, never. She could never find it in her heart to be bitter towards Shoto, not when she saw him smile for the first time in so many years. She even found herself cheering. (Y/N) was drowned out by the sound of their father’s egotistical ranting that the crowd somehow twisted into fatherly love. That made her sick.

A part of her wanted to find her brother and congratulate him, swept up in the moment of watching him overcome aversion to using his left side, but she immediately felt awkward towards the thought of talking with Shoto. It was one thing to gather the courage to say two little words to him when she managed to cross paths with him, it would be another thing to actively seek him out and speak with him. (Y/N) was barely his sister since they were three.

Worse than that. They would be made to face one another in the next round. (Y/N) felt like she was going to throw up her rapidly beating heart.

She crossed paths with Bakugou once more. She hadn’t thought about him since the cavalry battle, Shoto had been on her mind for too long.

He glared at her, as he was still pissed about the obstacle race? “It doesn’t matter which of you two bastards win this round, I’d still beat you.”

She hadn’t said anything as she walked right past him. He was going to the finals, that was assured. He had already won his semifinal match. Bakugou was an ass to her in their limited interactions, but she could not deny his talent and skill. She would like to claim that she ignored him because she was too dignified for his pettiness, but the truth was her mind was too focused on the next match. Against her own brother. He would be watching her now for sure, from the stands where he was yet to acknowledge her at all.

“NOW IN THE LAST SEMIFINAL OF THE BATTLE TOURNAMENT WE HAVE SHOTO TODOROKI OF CLASS 1A AND (Y/N) TODOROKI OF CLASS 1B! IT’S TWIN AGAINST TWIN! WHO WILL WIN IN A BATTLE OF ICE AND FIRE?!”

(Y/N) had known since the quirks manifested that Shoto would be better than her for the rest of their lives. Her quirk was powerful, like their father. But she had all the same limits as him, the same weaknesses that he despised. Shoto’s quirk was limitless in its potential, its only limitation was his own refusal to use his left side. (Y/N) would have withdrawn if it was only up to her. But her classmates had given her this opportunity, if she gave up without a fight it would be like spitting in their faces. She would fight for them.

Once the match began, (Y/N) made the first move. He may have been stronger, but she had always been bolder, more impatient.

He only used his right side. That was smart, she supposed. It was the natural opposite of her quirk. For every large blast of flame, there was a wall of ice to block it and create large clouds of mist that covered the arena. It dragged on that way for a while, the two of them standing at a distance, blasting away at each other, perfectly matched to one another. It must have been boring to watch, but she felt as though she was being cleaved through the chest.

Finally, she decided to advance. She went on the defensive, blocking each of his ice attacks to keep her at a distance, and forcing her way closer to him.

When they were three, (Y/N) liked to wrap her arms around her brother in a fierce embrace, and she could lift him off the ground to her mother’s grief. She could even spin him around a little. She had always been deceptively strong despite her size. He was holding himself back, despite his earlier breakthrough, he was still hesitant to use his left side. If she could get close enough, she could knock him out and end this match.

She had underestimated herself, she realized. And so had Shoto, she realized when she got close enough to deliver the final blow and knock him out. (Y/N) would progress to the finals, and he would take notice and react. For just a moment, she would be better than him. All it would take is one punch.

He looked up at her in shock, one eye grey and one turquoise. He was a little boy once more, holding out his hands, sadly whimpering  “I can’t, nee-nee.” 

She hesitated, and left herself open. Shoto did not hesitate, he grabbed her and threw her out of bounds. To the spectators, it must have looked anti-climatic compared to their previous matches that ended explosively with walls of fire that required the stadium to be rebuilt twice in one day. They were the children of the number two hero but it appeared as though they were no more than little children throwing each other around.

She thought she would feel disappointed. To have come so far to be defeated in such a lame way. But, there could never be any bitterness in her heart towards Shoto, and he had just won himself a place in the finals.

When she left the stage, she was shocked to discover Endeavor waiting for her. (Y/N) would have thought he would have gone to Shoto, the winner, his perfect creation, and not to her, the loser and spare to his masterpiece. She hadn’t seen him in a while either. He ignored them, most of the time. Even her, the one who inherited his quirk. (Y/N) knew he had trained Touya once, who also inherited his quirk, but he never bothered with her.

He hadn’t taught her a thing.

“Touya-nii, can I come with you today after class to the mountains?”

She was holding his hand tightly. Mother had told him and big sister that they were to always hold her hand on their walk to school. Fuyumi was always eager to hold her hand and be a good older sister. However, today she had wandered ahead with Natsuo and left her to walk with Touya.

Which never bothered her. She loved it when Touya-nii would hold her hand, it was always warm, unlike Fuyumi’s cold hands. And he was her favorite. Touya always acted as though he was annoyed when he was stuck with her, but he held her hand very tightly, protectively like she was precious.

“I wanna make cool flames like Touya-nii!”

He looked down at her and smiled. He had such a sweet face, it was the same as mother, who never looked at her with her sweet face anymore. (Y/N) thought her eldest brother’s smile was the greatest thing in the world. “I guess I could show you something that Dad showed me when I was your age.”

She hugged his side, tightly, “thank you, thank you!”

“That was pathetic.”

(Y/N) snapped out of her memory and glared at him. Endeavor had an intimidating presence that made her hands unsteady and her brow sweat. Memories of Touya-nii always filled her heart with so much hatred for her father, which made her angry. She began to bawl her shaky fists.

“I saw you,” he spat, “you could have defeated Shoto. He fought terribly, he made himself weak in that match, but you lacked the nerve to win.”

He was right, she reminded herself. For how much she may hate him at this moment, he was correct in his assertion. But he was entirely out of line to say this to her face, as though he had ever shown interest before she was made to fight his perfect creation. She would have thrown that in his face, but she was too frustrated to even speak, she could only glare at him.

“If you make mistakes like that because of sentiment, then you are wasting your time at UA in the first place,” he continued, his stare still burning into her, and she couldn’t meet his gaze anymore. Instead, her eyes stayed fixated on the ground, trying to contain her rage as she wished he would return to ignoring her once more. He continued his scolding, “and you’re distracting Shoto aren’t you? Have you been convincing him to hold back too?”

Her jaw dropped with pure, unadulterated rage. She met his gaze, with her new installed wrath, and she spoke with a voice laced with venom, “I haven’t been distracting your precious masterpiece! I’ve been avoiding him since school started and I don’t even talk to him at home! I leave home fifteen minutes earlier than him and wait ten minutes after school so we don’t end up walking together, all because you don’t want a failure like me to ruin him when you’ve already done a hell of a job doing that yourself!”

He was shocked at her outburst, that she would have the nerve to speak to him in such a way. He shouldn’t have been, she got it from him. She moved to quickly pass by him, but he grabbed her by the forearm aggressively, causing (Y/N) to freeze in shock before using her might to try and power forward, but he held her in place with a tight and painful force. She looked at him with threatening eyes as she kept trying to pull her arm free.

“Let go of me!” she barked.

“You insolent child-” he began, she started trying to hit his arm away with her free hand, but his grip only tightened as she let out a cry of pain. 

“Just leave me the fuck alone!” she cried. (Y/N) didn’t recognize her voice anymore, she had always been so soft-spoken that her classmates sometimes had difficulty hearing her. Now, she sounded more like a banshee wailing. She screamed so loud she took deep, exhaustive breaths to fill her lungs with oxygen again. “Just go back to not caring about me and leave me alone! You already took two of my brothers from me, and mom. How much more miserable do I need to be before you’re satisfied?!”

Endeavor seemed horrified as he looked down at her, he had always thought she was frail like her mother. But at this moment, he saw only Touya. He let go of her arm and she fell to her knees on the ground, grasping her arm.

“(Y/N),” he muttered.

She quickly rose to her feet and sprinted down the hall, not sparing a glance backwards to him. She was embarrassed by how much she wanted to cry, consumed by the pain in her forearm and the bruise she was sure would form, and her anger turned to bitterness in her mouth. Her mind was so scattered that she hadn’t even noticed that when she turned the corner, she crashed straight into another person and went flying to the ground.

“WHAT THE HELL?! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, DUMBASS!”

Bakugou instantly yelled, while he rubbed his head after he had hit the ground, hard, from someone running at him with full force. It was only when he sat up he noticed who had run into him. It was (Y/N). His frown lessened and his teeth unclenched. He had heard her speaking with her father as he was heading to prepare for his final match. He didn’t care much about the personal lives of extras, but he was shocked to hear the number two hero speak to his own daughter, and the way she talked about him.

Now, he looked at her lying on the ground, clasping her hand on her arm as she whinged with pain, her hair was sprawled out on the floor, and her eyes were glazed over with tears. Bakugou had been waiting for the chance to get in a good fight with her the entire festival since she threw one of those fire attacks, watching her defeat her opponents, until he saw her clearly hesitate when she could have put that half-and-half bastard on his ass, and got knocked out. Now, he didn’t see an obstacle. Before, she seemed cold and distant like that icyhot bastard. She was someone who was fragile and hurt.

He turned away from her, uncomfortable with the amount of vulnerability that was spelled out all over her face. “Are you okay, flames?” he asked.

Finally, she snapped out of her heart-wrenching pain. Flames? What the fuck? Her eyes slowly fluttered open to see a very uncomfortable Bakugou, sitting on the ground looking away from her as she lay on the ground in front of him. She queried a brow, “flames? I have a name.”

“It’s the same as that icyhot bastard, what the hell am I supposed to call you?!” He asked, quick to get back to that angry tone he always spoke with.

She pulled herself up and held her knees to her chest, “you could try my first name. In grade school everyone called me “(Y/N)” and called Shoto “Todoroki”, so you can call me by my first name if you want.”

“No fucking way,” he retorted, as though she had insulted him with the suggestion. “That’s too personal, I don’t even like you let alone know you!”

“Well, I’m pretty sure you just heard all of that,” she commented, casually, “which means you probably know more about me than most of my friends.”

Bakugou was silent for a moment. He and his mother screamed at each other and called each other every name in the book, but he was never afraid of her and she never hurt him the way Endeavor clearly hurt (Y/N). He didn’t mean most of the insults he hurled at her, he didn’t want her to never speak to him again. But, (Y/N) sounded as though she had meant it. He remembered overhearing Todoroki tell Midoriya all about his childhood and how he was born from a quirk marriage. He looked at her and sighed, “yeah.”

They sat there for ten seconds of pure silence. Well, it would have been pure silence if he couldn’t hear her clearly wheezing in pain.

“You’re hurt,” he simply stated.

“I know,” she replied, an unamused look on her face as she braced her arm and lowered her knees down, extended in front of her. “It’s not that bad.”

“Sounds bad to me,” he continued. “Is there a bruise?”

She raised a brow, “why are you so concerned?”

“I’M FUCKING NOT!” he exploded, literally using his quirk to explode the ground around him in embarrassment, his face turned a hue of red. “I just hate the fucking sound you’re making trying to act like it doesn’t hurt!” 

She slowly unzipped her jacket and took it off to reveal a white shirt and a large purple bruise on her right forearm. It was almost the size of her entire arm and looked like something a person received during a fight, not after. Bakugou almost winced at the sight of it. (Y/N) was shocked but tried her best to swallow it. It actually made his blood boil how unaffected she was, that she was just swallowing her pain and suffering, but a part of him knew his anger wasn’t aimed towards the girl in front of him.

While caught up in his thoughts about the bruise, (Y/N) had been noticing the way Bakugou was quietly observing her. It was the first time she had seen him today this quiet and considerate in any measure. She looked at him and found herself oddly at peace for the first time that day. It was almost ironic the calming effect he had on her, she was so focused on this interaction that her anger and hurt with her father seemed to dissipate for a moment.

He looked up from the bruise and saw how fondly she was looking at him, his face became flushed again and he scowled, “go see the fucking nurse!”

“Yeah,” she nodded, picking up her jacket. “Sorry by the way.”

“You fucking should be,” he responded, getting off the ground quickly and stuffing his hands into his pockets, but waited for her to stand up before thinking about leaving. She placed her jacket on once more.

“And thank you,” she continued, he looked at her with an annoyed and confused expression on his face, but it didn’t daunt her smile. “For distracting me, I really needed that. It’s a shame we won’t get to fight.”

He was quiet, his frown loosened but his expression still serious. “You’ve got a powerful quirk, and you’re pretty strong and fast. But you lack technique,” he explained, causing her to look at him confused as she had prepared to leave to go get healed by Recovery Girl before finding Kendo and Kodai. He turned to look her in the eyes, “I’m going to beat that bastard brother of yours today, make no mistake about it. But, I still wanna fight you. At your best, which you’re nowhere near. So, we could train together some time.”

She was still confused. Mainly, she was confused why he wanted to spend time with someone not in his class, why wouldn’t he want to train with Shoto instead of her. Her quirk was lesser than his. He was the one who won, and she lost because she hesitated. But, her smile continued, excited about having the chance to have a match against Bakugou, “yeah. But if we’re going to train together, then you’re going to have to call me (Y/N).”

“Never!” he barked.

“Then I’ll see you around, explosion boy,” she waved.

“Fine,” he gritted his teeth. “I’ll call you… (Y/N).”

She turned back to smirk at him as she continued to walk down the hallway, “you know, it’s customary that when someone calls you by your first name, you should return that courtesy, Katsuki.”

“Hey! Don’t fucking call me that!” he screamed into the hallway as (Y/N) ignored anything he said. Soon, her mind was completely away from Endeavor and she was looking forward to training with someone once again.

He was gritting his teeth to the point of sharpening, as he sat on the common area couch surrounded by the other annoying members of his class. Katsuki never spent his free time watching television and the only time he spent personally with his classmates was when Kirishima and Kaminari all but forced him to play video games or participate in a group activity. If he had known that playing the drums in that stupid band would have made all these people think he suddenly wanted to be a proactive member of class activities he never would have done it. He didn’t care about the new rankings.

Kirishima and Kaminari actually weren’t the people who convinced him to watch the new rankings, instead it had been (Y/N) who had come to watch with Shoto. She came knocking on his door and asked him if he wanted to watch with them. If. Which he didn’t. So, he didn’t know exactly how he found himself sitting here watching the television with (Y/N) at his side, her hand in his, and her eyes fixated on the screen. 

Well, he knew why, but Katsuki was still in denial about how easily (Y/N) had him wrapped around her finger since they met.

He moved to kick Kaminari in the back of the head as he laughed with Kirishima about how close Katsuki and (Y/N) were. Both of their classes had been shocked to find out Katsuki and (Y/N) had finally started dating. Kaminari endlessly teased him, while Kirishima was annoyingly supportive. Most of his class was shocked to discover he was dating the twin sister of a person he despised immensely. Todoroki had seemingly no reaction when he found out, Katsuki knew they weren’t close and so he didn’t expect him to act overly protective of her, but it was weird that he had no reaction.

Even now, he was standing in the back of the room watching the screen with no reaction, and (Y/N) didn’t acknowledge the presence of her brother either, the only time she looked away from the screen was to talk to him or respond to a text from her friends. They were weird, those Todoroki twins. He might be dating one of them, but that didn’t change the fact that (Y/N) was weird as hell and had a strange relationship with Shoto. She told him that Todoroki had invited her, but he knew they were still awkward and estranged after so many years of forced distance between the two. Not that he cared.

“Why do you wanna watch this, we already know the top three, that’s all that matters,” Katsuki barked. “And your dad sucks.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “it’s the first time that such high profile heroes are going to be there, I wanna see what they’ve got to say.” Her eyes stayed on the television. He looked at her with a bit of worry, Katsuki knew she hadn’t seen her father since that day on the sport’s festival, even though Katsuki had seen him at his remedial courses. He told Todoroki he was gonna change, but with the image of purple bruised skin and teary (e/c) eyes in his mind, Katsuki didn’t believe it. “Also Hawks is going to be there, he’s cool.”

He groaned, a little bit jealous. She had interned for Hawks after the sport’s festival and did her work studies there after she got her license. 

They watched the new top ten get announced and listened to multiple comments his peers made while Katsuki just wanted it to be over already so he could go back to his own room or do something productive with his day rather than have these asinine conversations. (Y/N) was clearly half-paying attention until they got to the top five, with Miruko grabbing their attention with her bold attitude. But, they were all quietly watching Hawks rant about heroes the moment he uttered the name Stain on live television.

(Y/N) had an amused smirk, clearly having anticipated the winged hero was going to behave this way. But, her smirk only lasted until Hawks handed the microphone to the new number one. Any enjoyment wiped off her face as she saw her father on television, having only seen him at a distance as she avoided him in their home until she moved into the dorm.

“Just watch me.”

The only sound was applause coming from the television, from a very amused Hawks as the ceremony started to come to an end. 

(Y/N) sat back, she traced the inside of Katsuki’s hand mindlessly. Katsuki was silently fuming with how much it tickled him, so he glared at her with his usually annoyed stare, but she just grinned. He hated how immune she was to his glares. Well, he didn’t hate it, not that he would admit it. Teasing him became one of her favorite distractions and she needed one today.

“It’s over, I’m going back to my room,” Katsuki announced, starting to stand up and march away before (Y/N) grasp on his hand tightened and pulled him back to the couch which caused him to growl slowly in frustration.

“Come on Kacchan, if you leave (Y/N)’s gonna leave,” Kaminari teased, using that nickname again to taunt him.

“Shut up, dunce face,” he retorted, kicking him again.

“I wanna hang out here,” she spoke up, and soon Kirishima and Kaminari were at her side with comically begging puppy dog eyes. Katsuki wanted to blow both their faces away before he sulked back down into his chair, grumbling under his breath. She grinned once more, and laid her head on his shoulder in contentment. “Let’s find something else to watch.”

For the next few hours, they swapped between the channels watching bits and pieces of different shows before someone would wanna change the channel. (Y/N) didn’t watch television, except for when Fuyumi used to watch soap operas and she would sit to watch with her. Other times she would watch the food network for ideas to make for dinner after their father let their housekeeper go. She always preferred that over the soap operas. So, she eventually got them to change to a cooking show, and Katsuki was actually interested for the first time since he sat on the couch.

(Y/N) laughed under her breath as she moved closer to Katsuki, amused with how enraptured he was with a cooking show. 

Her eyes wandered to the back of the room where Shoto was still watching, he felt her gaze and turned his attention to her. She was surprised when he asked her to come watch the performance at the cultural festival and then spent the day with her. There were a lot of awkward silences, but there was something nice about spending time with Shoto. He reached out to her again when he asked her to come watch the broadcast with his class. Even now, with him standing across the room, it was a relieving presence.

That’s when the broadcast switched to a news report of an attack in High End between the number one and two heroes against a Nomu. 

At first she thought nothing of it, she remembered how her father took down three nomus in a single night, and now he had the assistance of the fastest hero. However, her initial disregard changed as her assumption of a quick victory instead was several minutes of watching her father attack the nomu with everything he had and getting a brutal beatdown instead.

Suddenly, she found herself sitting up and holding herself with her heart pounding in her throat. She was worried for her father, for the first time in her life. Katsuki looked at her in shock, touching his now cold hand after her warm hand had broken away in her panic, he had thought she hated her father remembering how she screamed at him and how he had hurt her. Hell, Katsuki hated him and they had never even formally met.

Why did she care? (Y/N) was asking herself as she broke into a worried sweat and her eyes burned. She hated her father, she knew she hated him since she was four years old and he separated her from her twin, made her mother so broken that she hated her own daughter too much to look at her, how he was responsible for the death of her oldest brother, how he destroyed her family. She should want him dead, a dark voice in her spoke in the back of her subconscious when she thought about her family tragedy. 

And yet, now that that moment is here, where he might genuinely die before her eyes, she found herself crying out into the room for him to fight. As though somehow her voice would be carried through the television to him. 

She hadn’t even noticed Shoto had done the same, their experiences with him could not have been more different but in the end they felt the same. Several of his friends looked at them worried, with other classmates terrified that the new number one would die. And,(Y/N) Todoroki for the first time in her entire life wanted to see her father again. 

When the fight was over and the heroes somehow emerged victorious, with her father standing completely battered, the left side of his face bloodied. He looked like a standing corpse, but he was still alive. (Y/N) felt an amount of relief wash over her, doubling over to grab her knees as she started to breath heavily. She hadn’t even realized that she had forgotten to breathe. (Y/N) felt an arm wrap around her as she continued to hyperventilate.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” she heard a voice whisper.

The room felt so dark, there had been people in the room before but for a moment she had forgotten that and felt as though she was floating in the darkness by herself. It took her a moment to recognize the voice as her boyfriend, calmly reassuring her as he held her back for support. She knew Katsuki hated public displays of affection and was bad at expressing himself in intimate ways, so it meant the world to her that he was holding her now.

She lunged herself off from her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck. He felt so real, so grounding as she tried to remember to breathe. Once she found herself supported in Bakugou’s arms she let quiet tears stream down her face, her breathing was sporadic, and she felt like she was coming back from wherever her mind had taken her. Katsuki was surprised when she jumped to find solace in his arms. But, held her back reassuring her while she cried, she knew this was all strange for him. 

“You’re going to be okay,” Katsuki muttered quietly. Some of his classmates were looking at them, ones concerned with (Y/N), while the rest tried trying to comfort Shoto, who was having more or less the same reaction to their father’s battle as (Y/N). “Take deep breaths,” he reminded her.

Once her breathing steadied, she started to pull away slowly, “t-thank you, Katsuki,” she whispered, breathily. Her mind was still racing around her, but she focused on Katsuki and his lovely crimson eyes. She had always liked his eyes, though she knew he hated when she complimented them.

He rested his forehead on hers, he stayed there and enjoyed the silence, listening to her breathe, looking her in the eyes the entire time. His face was kind of confusing, she was unsure how he was feeling. He had always made it known that he disliked her father. Which never bothered her. But, he was relieved she was okay, he was even grateful Endeavor lived only because he didn’t want to imagine how (Y/N) would be reacting if he had. 

Her arms moved from around his neck to hold his shoulders as she closed her eyes. Katsuki and her had been friends for months, and she had known she liked him more than just friendship for a large part of that. It was after he failed to get his license and she would be leaving to Kyushu for several weeks for her work study that he basically yelled at her to be his girlfriend. She had been nervous at first, the only relationship she had ever seen was between her parents and that was disastrous. But, despite his tough exterior, it was moments like this she knew Katsuki would never hurt her.