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First post... kinda nervous....

(Yukikos mother was purposefully left ambiguous because I want everyone to have fun whether thats interpretating her as a canon character, an oc or even yourself.)

Will be doing the other boys too so stay tuned!

Yukiko was always a studious child. Always did her homework on time. Scoring the highest in every test she took. Oftentimes adding excessive details in trying to push herself and her answers.

Walking down the street with her small group of friends whilst lost in her own mind she couldn't help but become flushed in embarrassment as her friends pointed out a huge billboard as they often did, with yes, you guessed it! Her fathers face on it.

Don't get Yukiko wrong, she loved her father more than anyone. However having grown up with him, him having been the one to teach her how to walk… she couldn't help but feel the love the public had for him was… excessive.

It was so hard having strangers hear about her parentage and having people audaciously assume and dare even correct her about her own father. The man who she last saw the night before, before he set off on a mission that was supposedly top secret. Yukiko had to laugh at that, it it was so top secret, why was he telling his teenage daughter?

She knew it was the price of being the greatest hero's daughter and she knew her father had to deal with so much worse in his time but still… Yukiko was a teenager as much as she was the famed Izuku Midoriya's daughter. She was allowed to mope all she damn well pleased!

If Yukiko was being honest, it was both a blessing and a curse to have Izuku Midoriya a parent. There wasn't a person in Japan who didn't know who pro hero Deku was. Do not get her wrong, it was a huge honour to have him as a father. However it oftentimes left her wondering where her mothers praise was for doing the same as her father and saving Japan over and over again a copious amount of times. Yukiko didn't know why it bothered her so much, she loved her father and had always considered him her favourite parent, albeit by a very slim margin. Even Yukiko couldn't deny that it was refreshing hanging out with her mother because nowhere near as many people recognised her in the street. Deep down she knows her mother was okay with that, liked it even.

The street in Tokyo they were walking down was packed, filled to the brim with locals and tourists alike. Her friends all around her continuing to point at any and every damn thing related to her father. If it was green it would be seen. Much to the genuine annoyance of Yukiko.

That was the start of how she ended up in this disastrous situation.

Yes, in all her 15 years of life she had never messed up quite this bad.

One second she was walking with her friends through downtown Tokyo whilst they tormented her by pointing out every picture of her father they could spot within an eye lines radius, and the next?

A huge flash of incandescent blinding light and… she was gone. As if she was never there in the first place.

A feeling of falling through the air. You know when you have those very hyper specific nightmares? That was what she was feeling but only now it was happening in real time. The wind restricts her breathing on the way down, her lungs burning s she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes begin to rapidly dry out as the fresh air whipped around her free falling form. She would have screamed if her mind had caught up with what was happening at that exact moment, but it wasn't exactly clicking for her even as she cascaded through the warm Tokyo air.

Well if anything at least she could be grateful for the slight reprieve of having her skin cooled significantly by the wind rushing past her.

The need to close her eyes against the resistance of the wind won. When she opened them she was yet again blinded by a flash of bright colour that didn't belong in the sky.

Only this time it was green.

Yukiko had experienced a lot of weird things in her short 15 years of life and yet… those things didn't seem like they could ever compete to the sheer absurdity of the situation she had just literally fallen into.

Deciding now wasn't the time, she closed her eyes as she is caught mid air. She kept her eyes closed as tightly as she could as she felt herself and her her mystery saviour slowly start descending back down to the ground.

Feeling her feet touch the concrete sidewalk again was such a huge relief. She had momentarily had the thought cross her mind that she would never experience walking on it again. Which is a weird thought, until you find yourself falling through the air at the speed of light.

She immediately gave thanks to the person who had saved her. Not yet fully opening her eyes to behold the wild sight in front of her.

"Are you okay maam? How did you end up falling so far? Problem with your quirk?"

Yukiko froze.

That voice…

"Da-" she started to exclaim, cutting herself off when she finally got a look at the man standing in front of her.

The man standing in front of her looked just like her father, but it couldn't be him. No the man in front of her looked about 25 years younger than her old man.

Her sudden exclamation had taken out of his mumbling it seemed. "I'm so sorry… you just look like someone i know"

He laughs, her fathers laugh.

What the hell was happening?!