It took three years for this man to acknowledge you as an equal. Bakugo Katsuki, or better known as the  pro-hero: Dynamite. During second year of high school, you participated in a program to transfer schools to Japan’s Yueei Academy. With your aptitude, you placed high and transferred into class A. Your quirk was what you called Spatial Apparition, the ability to move from one fixed point to another you only needed to occupy that space or see it within your distance radius.
Right now, it was quiet only the sound of footsteps could be heard as you tried to grasp your location. With a slight tap on your goggles, night vision was activated. It was a warehouse, you were working on a capture and rescue mission with Red Riot, Charge Bolt, Dynamite and Uravity. The area appeared clear, once double checking you mumble.
“Seems clear, except I’m only reading three figures here. Anyone know where the fourth guy is?” You mumble.
You heard the thud as you whipped around. “Be more aware of your surroundings space cadet.”
His term of endearment. “Awe, you care. Now go back to your position. If you get too close the gas will explode.”
He hesitates. “Can’t leave your side then.”
With a huff, you grumble. “Anyone got eyes on the target?”
“They’re gonna move, you need to go now while I handle this,” Red Riot states.
“I’m here too,” Chargebolt grumbles.
Grabbing hold of the tall man you activate your quirk, moving to the desired position you smile. A child was abducted, she has a quirk to replicate medication that she consumes.
“Hi sweetheart,” you crouch down, her pink hair was disheveled and there were signs of previous restraint on her arms and legs.
“You’re not gonna feed me the icky stuff, right?” She whimpers.
Shaking your head, you hold out your hand. “I’m here to take you back home, wanna go home?”
Her small hand reaches for yours. Dynamite was impatient, but you move him a few meters away. The little girl climbs into your hold, she felt like a skeleton in your arms, but you wrap the holds on her.
“I don’t wanna go home, but here is a bad place too,” she whispers.
Patting her head gently you nod. Before you notice the door opens, it wasn’t Red Riot or Chargebolt. You run to Dynamite moving the three of you out of the building where Chargebolt should have been.
“What’s going on?” He grumbles.
“Looks like we have to retrieve Red and Pikachu,” you sigh.
With another tap, you open the digital interface in your goggles. Locking on the locations of Chargebolt and Red Riot you pin them.
“Dynamite, Uravity, I’m going to send you to a location where our teammates should be, once retrieved alert me and head for the rendezvous,” you explain.
“Omniv, I’m already with Red Riot. I’m headed there now,” Uravity states.
Checking on the girl she seemed calmer, still frazzled but you pop to the agreed location. An alley a few hundred meters away.
“Lady, are you a hero?” She asks quietly.
“Mhmm,” you nod.
She nods. “Can you protect me from my Daddy and Mommy?”
You pause. Seeing the orange and green uniform you bring the two figures closer. Dynamite and an unconscious Chargebolt, with a glance up you see the other two team members.
“Dynamite, um would you be able to vouch for me?” You ask.
“Huh?” He looked confused.
The little girl peeks through the bundle that you use to hold civilians that are unable to move on their own. “I want her to protect me from my mommy and daddy.”
His eyes go wide. “Omniv, try not to get into too much trouble.”
“Omniv, we’re coming down,” Uravity calls as she drops down.
It was a moment before you return your team to your headquarters. Instantaneously you were surrounded by medics and others. You kept the bundle close to you.
“Omniv what are you doing?” One asks.
“I don’t remember who filed for the report, can someone enlighten me?” You state.
A hesitant voice. “Her parents.”
You narrow your eyes. “Alright, until we have a permanent quirk limiter placed on her I’m not letting this girl go.”
“Huh? But we can’t just get one right now,” someone groans.
“Well looks like she’ll be staying with me,” you assert.
Two weeks, after rescuing the small girl she started living with you. A temporary solution that was going to change today. From across the room your phone went off, pushing off the couch you pick it up seeing your manager.
“Omniv, after cross-examining and a quick check. You were right, where did you learn about the young girl’s abuse?” She sounded tired.
Leaning against your counter you shake your head. “I didn’t, there were bruises on her from being restrained and they weren’t holding her down or anything when we went to pick her up.”
“Yes, Dynamite informed me,” she sighs. “What are you gonna do now?”
Peeking over the couch you see the toddler asleep. Her quirk has barely manifested, and she was taken, your heart lay with her, but your job left little free time.
“How long would it take for me to get an approval for adoption?” You ask.
“She’d have to stay at the orphanage for a little bit then...” you stopped her.
“No, I mean get a caseworker in here and survey my apartment for acceptable living conditions. I’ve been meaning to take a break,” you chuckle.
Granted you had finally placed in the top thirty for heroes, but you knew that this was just gonna pull you apart.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she grumbles. “Also, Dynamite would like you to contact him.”
You felt your face tense. “I’ll do that as soon as I have time.”
After that call, you look at the phone. On cue, it rings. Picking it up you wait for shouting.
“Hey, Mere,” Usually Bakugo wouldn’t waste time with hellos, he’d get straight to the point.
“Hi, Tsuki.” You mumble.
“How’s the little brat?” He seemed to be having a hard time.
“Well, she’s sleeping now. But I managed to get her to eat food again, that gelatin thing helped,” you sigh.
“Look, I know that we’ve only been at this for what two years, but are you sure?” He asks.
About what? “Nope, no idea what you’re asking mister cryptic man. Please speak in Japanese or English.”
You can practically hear his chest rumble. “Don’t fuck with me, are you serious about doing less hero work?”
Catching yourself, you try not to fall. “It’s only a small break. What, I can’t take local hero work or being a sidekick a try?” Arguing, you pout.
“What could be so important that you become a sidekick instead?” He scoffs.
“Adopting a kid,” you mumble.
“When did it change to that?” He was quiet.
“I dunno. It wasn’t on a whim either I thought about it. With any luck I can enroll her in daycare and start back up again,” you explain.
He was quiet, something unusual for Bakugo. “I’m coming over.”
“When?”
“Right now, I’m at your complex,” he grumbles.
From room to room you ran about grabbing the little girl a blanket, she had adapted your routine and would be sleeping for two hours. Once sure everything was in its place you heard the knock, it was rough but not loud. Walking to the living room to the door you open it to see the tall man.
“Come in,” you mutter.
Putting his shoes in the box you watch as he makes his way to the couch.
“Pretty defenseless,” he huffs.
“She’s three, what did you expect?” You sigh.
“What made you change your mind?” Bakugo sits on the open couch.
You look at the sleeping child. “Reminds me of a friend I lost. I’m not doing this out of pity or sympathy, I want to adopt her. She was fighting it, she didn’t understand what she was fighting, but she fought until she didn’t have a way to fight. Apparently, her parents sold her for money, my friend Ikumi helped me find that out.”
“I know who you're talking about, Sightseer, what else did you find out?” You slide into the seat next to him.
“She’s not the only one, with Sighseer’s help I found out that she’s just the youngest. And that they send requests to have the child found under kidnapping,” you utter, hands wringing around your wrists a nervous habit.
Bakugo nods. “Alright, I’ll report this. But I’d rather blow their ass’s sky high.”
“Thank you.” Smiling you lean against him.
Bakugo didn’t move, for a moment then you felt his hand on your lower back.
“I’m gonna have enough soon when you get back in the field come to my company,” he grumbles.
Peeking up through heavy bangs you chuckle. “You're not gonna let me get away from you that easily, will you?”
“Speaking of that, is the room still available?” He asks.
“You’re the only one I’ve told about it, why do you ask?”
Bakugo was like an explosion much like his quirk, somehow you carried feelings for this man for three years. Even now you found more ways to love him, it wasn’t like a slow fall in love either. Back at Yueei you were practicing with him as your sparring partner, somehow you were just a half-second off from moving out of his blast but ended up pinned by him. The explosion a few centimeters from your face took a large section of your long hair at the time, but you saw how much he accepted his mistake after.
“Where do you keep your replacements?” He calls.
“The closet in the bathroom hallway,” you mumble.
Small hands pull at your apron. “Ma, ma! Look I finished!” Boasts the little girl.
The girl in question had a new name now five months after the incident you got custody of the little girl that was now named Misyu.
“Oh, look at how pretty. Go show, Tsuki,” you chuckle.
She was holding a small clay family, watching her carefully walk away. You wait for Bakugo’s usually indifferent replies.
“You're getting better kid,” he states.
“Lunch is ready by the way, I gotta go to the office,” you yawn.
Putting the apron back in its hook you watch as the two walk back into the main sitting room. After talking to your landlord, you made changes to your lease since Misyu was a permanent addition and Bakugo was helping with finances.
“Ma,” you pause at the whine.
She calls you Ma for some reason you didn’t argue. “Yes, Misyu?”
“When are you and Tsuki gonna get married?” She asks.
Blinking you look to the man for a reply. He smirks.
“Misyu, we’re getting married in a few months,” Bakugo informs her.
This was news to you. The wait was the ground always this close. Looking around you, you realize that your legs gave out. Suddenly you wanted to hide in a hole because your ears felt warm and pulling the hood over your face you curl into a ball.
“Tsuki, I think you broke Mama,” she points out.
“It’s alright, she’ll get over it in a moment,” he laughs.
“Fuck you,” you grumble.
A laugh. “Maybe later.”
Bolting you grab your keys and walk to the door. “I’m going to work; I’ll be back soon. Please behave. And we will have words when I return, don’t give Misyu too much cake.”
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This quirk gives the user intensely warm biology. Their body temperature is higher than average, which grants them resistance to fire and heat. To contain this heat, their skin- while appearing and feeling normal - acts as the outer crust to the magma within. Therefore the user seems to crack when injured rather than gash, tear or bruise, but they still bleed from those injuries if it wasn't an area currently in use for the quirk. From this biology, the user can create weapons from their magma essence after their skin cracks to reveal this essence. But the user has to know the make of their weapon well. To explain; when Hikaru first shows signs of her quirk, she could only make magma sticks because that was the only 'weapon' she knew of. Such weapons only last for a short while before just losing their form in her hands and dissipating before it can hit the ground.
Artist Notes: So after (what feels like) a long time of having Hikaru as an OC, I have now finally drawn her entire hero outfit. She's based on a Ronan as well as Japanese demons. The point of her hero persona is to strike fear into the hearts of villains she fights. This is why she is definitely on the list of 'Heroes that look like a villain' like Gang Orca. You do not want to escape into a dark room, only be surprised to find her hannya mask grinning at you, and a lava dagger forming her hand.
Adults make mistakes. While working in a certain field I got close to a particular co-worker. As a transfer intern from America, I wanted to keep a low profile. Everyone assumed that just because I was from America that I wanted to be in the spotlight.
Whiplash was not a spotlight kind of hero.
“Oh, hey Whiplash, are you doing alright?” Present mic is a close friend of mine and Eraser head.
“I’ve been feeling queasy, maybe I forgot to clean my fridge again,” I laugh anxiously.
I knew what was wrong. But I was going to wait for two more weeks before stopping. It’s hard to be a hero and have a child, and Eraser was doing such a good job I didn’t want to mess it up. So instead of telling him the real reason I reluctantly admitted that heroism wasn’t my calling, especially with the money and tailcoats chasers.
“Are you sure about leaving?” Eraser asks on my last day of patrol.
“Yeah, I gotta help my family back in America anyway,” I flick my vine whip and sigh. “Thank you for being my friend while I was here though.”
He frowns. “I guess you could call it that. Will you be okay over there?”
“Why do you think I have a full body suit, face mask, and I get my hair done. I’m practically unrecognizable in civilian form,” smirking I look at him with a sad smile. “I know I’m the one who decided to leave but try to keep in touch, alright?”
“I can only try.”
After returning to America I had everything set up. A place to live, and a job for after. You could take me out of heroism, but you can’t take the hero out of me. My twin bundles of joy are like heaven on earth. I got an email from Eraserhead just after they were born. Keep safe. And I did.
“Bea? You have kids, right?” My superior asks.
“Yes, I have twins why do you ask?”
“Would you be interested in going back to Japan?”
I blink. No one would recognize me so I should be fine. “Sure. Sounds great. My boys are due for a scene change.”
The twins are both boys. I felt like I had no right asking Eraser to pick a name for them and giving them Japanese names could be taken the wrong way. Luckily, I felt better giving them names from my family.
Dayo and Ejiro. Both my sons had black hair like their father and Dayo had his standoffish demeanor. Ejiro was more like me with his bubbly actions always clutching to his brother. They had combination quirks. My quirk is the ability to use plants as I please, so Dayo could look at a plant and make it grow using it as he saw fit. Ejiro could erase the plants that he would touch only if he activated them.
“Mom? You said our dad lives in Japan; you think you’ll run into him again?” Ejiro asks as we pack our things.
“No, your daddy doesn’t like to get a lot of attention. And I’m sure by now he’s got a different job,” I sigh.
During my time with Eraser, we never exchanged our civilian names. And I felt bad not even being able to give them that. But Dayo and Ejiro were more than okay with having the same last name as their mom. Free.
They were only four. Everything was supposed to be cleared away. It was for the most part. By proxy, I got a three-bedroom apartment. I wasn’t going to force the twins to share a room, they would probably be at each other’s throats. And considering the length of my work here it could be extended at any time.
They would be starting school in Japan. Luckily, they only really knew Japanese. I couldn’t get rid of the habit of speaking in Japanese at home. Once we were all moved in, I met my employer.
“Ah, so you’re the new employee. Our promotional manager,” the man states.
“Publicity, yes pleased to meet you,” I state with a bow.
“I didn’t expect a woman with your name Kirabo,”
“That’s my given name, I’d prefer if you used my surname: Free,” asserting this, I wait for a second.
“Alright.”
It was a bumpy start. A lot of people didn’t want to listen to me, but eventually, I was able to do my job. And my boys started school. I felt like I was riding on a roller coaster, but five years already went by.
Dayo and Ejiro were getting ready for middle school. I wasn’t going to pressure them they could pick where they wanted to go. But I got a call.
“Oh, hey Whip.”
I blink, it had been ten years since anyone referred to me that way. “Hello? Who may I ask is calling?”
“You don’t recognize me? I’ll be the best talk show host ever, it’s Mic.”
“Sorry for the skepticism, but it’s dangerous to even consider revealing that to you.”
“Slow down, I got in touch with your agency and they told me that you came back to Japan a few years ago. I wanted to see if you wanted to catch up a bit?” He laughs.
“Oh.” I look at the lights on in the rooms and shake my head. “I’m sorry Mic, I can’t leave my kids alone for too long.”
“YOU HAVE KIDS!?”
I retract the phone. “Yeah, I have twin boys. Sorry, I never told you.”
“No, it’s fine. But I never expected you to settle down and get married?”
“I didn’t though.”
“They how to do you have kids?”
“We’re both adults, do I need to give you the talk?”
“Wait, you didn’t leave Japan because someone hurt you right?”
“No,” looking down I sigh. “I left Japan because I didn’t know how to tell their father I was pregnant.”
“Really? Have you talked to the guy?”
“Yeah like once just after they were born.”
“That must have been rough on you.”
“Look, I don’t mind catching up with you or Eraser, just come by the apartment when you’re free. My boys are just trying to figure out what middle school they might want to go to,” I offer.
Giving him the address, I felt a bit better. They did drop by on a Saturday. I was thinking about what to buy for dinner and they were at the door.
“Hey, how’s it been?” Mic grins.
I smile. “Come in, also call me Bea. My given name often confuses others.”
Arms engulf me and I chuckle. “Nice to see you too.”
“Kayama,” she answers.
“Yamada,” mic grins.
“Aizawa,” Eraser nods.
I smile “I would change it to calling me by my surname, but I’m sure the boys will jump out of their rooms for something.”
Kayama smiles as she looks at me again. “You’ve changed so much.”
“They have taken my energy. But I still have people asking me if I’m in my twenties. I feel like they say it to be nice,” I laugh a bit.
“How come you never told me you had kids?” Aizawa looks at the picture I had on the wall.
“Didn’t think you’d be interested.”
Yamada groans. “How long has it been since we spent any time together.”
“Eleven years.” Kayama points out. “You got anything to drink?”
“I was just about to pick up some things for dinner if you three wanna stay that long?” I state.
“Sure, Nemuri and I can pick it up for you,” Yamada offers.
“I don’t want to put you out,” I frown looking at the agenda for today.
“What are you making?” Aizawa asks.
“Yakiniku, Dayo likes it. Tomorrow is Ejiro’s favorite though. I wanted to treat them since they’ve been studying so hard,” I explain.
“We can buy the stuff then,” Kayama smirks.
I hand her my wallet and thank them as they leave. Aizawa sits at the table with a coffee I clean the dishes a bit. Dayo walks out holding his travel-sized greenhouse.
“Mom, Fi isn’t looking alright. Can you check her for me?” He thrusts the container my way.
“Sure, let me dry off my hands.” I peek at the container and pout.
Focusing on the plant I didn’t notice that he grabbed his juice and sat on the other side of Aizawa.
“Hi.” I hear Dayo say.
“Learning how to grow plants from your mom?” Aizawa wasn’t a talker so this struck me as odd.
“Sort of. I’ve always been able to grow things if I stare long enough,” Dayo replies.
“Dayo, where did you go?” Ejiro calls as he runs out. “Oh, there you are.”
“They look so similar,” Aizawa comments.
“They’re twins.” I place the greenhouse back. “I don’t think the chocolate vine is taking very well. I’ll see if I can find a space for us to grow our plants.”
Ejiro runs toward me. Grabbing my shirt, I raise a brow.
“Did you two know that your mom used to be a hero?”
Ejiro nods. “Mom said that she met our dad while she was a hero.”
Dayo pouts. “She also said that she stopped being a hero so she could raise us.”
“Hey, are you both sad that I’m not a hero anymore?” I look at them.
Dayo pouts. “But if you didn’t have us, you would still be a hero and be with dad.”
I pat him gently to avoid messing up his braids. “Did someone say something?”
“Our classmate said that if we weren’t born, you’d be with someone else,” Ejiro admits.
“I’m sorry Aizawa. I didn’t think this would come up at a time like this,” I pat Ejiro gently.
“Your names are Dayo and Ejiro right?” Aizawa asks.
They nod.
“Who named you?”
“Mom did.” Dayo states.
“Who has taken care of you this whole time?”
“Mom.”
“Is she any less of a hero since she’s taking care of you two?”
Dayo pouts. “Mom is our hero.”
“That’s all you need to understand then.” Aizawa nods.
Ejiro realizes something and frowns. “Dayo, have you been feeling that weird feeling too?”
I watch them for a moment, and they walk over to Aizawa. I tilt my head a bit confused. But Aizawa moves a bit as they look at him and inspect him further.
“You look exactly like how our mom said our dad looked,” Dayo finally states.
Ejiro asks looking at him with a smile. “What is your quirk?”
“I stop other people’s quirks,” Aizawa states.
Both in unison ask. “Are you our dad?”
“Boys stop bothering him. I told you both before I’ll tell you who your dad is when you’re older,” I knead at my temple.
The door opens and Yamada is back with Kayama and the food. I busy myself with cooking and talking. By the time it’s time to go. Aizawa looks at me.
“We need to talk.”
“What if I said no?”
“Bea.”
“Fine, let me know when.”
“Next Saturday”
I felt like I was watching my own death sentence. They left and things returned to normal until the next Saturday. Babysitter for the boys and I went to go see Aizawa.
“Are they my kids?” He asks.
I roll my eyes. “Wow skip the pot and straight into the fire Huh?”
“I’m being serious.”
“I am too.”
“You went back to America because of your family?”
Holding my cup, I frown. “My parents have been dead for years now. I went back to America because I was pregnant.”
“So, are they mine?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“The truth Bea.”
“Yes, are you happy now? Dayo and Ejiro are your sons.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to trap you. Like you said hero society is full of shallow people that aren’t doing it for the right reasons.”
“You were a hero for the right reasons.”
“Yeah, and nothing would have stopped you from thinking I used you. Or that I would publicize it and paint you the bad guy,” I roll my eyes. “Look if you want to, we can do a test. But I don’t want to ruin your life. That is the exact reason I left Japan eleven years ago.”
Getting up I smile at him.
“You don’t have to see them or me if you don’t want. I wasn’t even planning on telling them until they became adults,” shaking my head I fix my clothes.
“Bea.”
Bowing to him I flash a weak smile. “Thank you for listening to me.”
“No.” Slamming the folder on to the desk I could already feel the ropes of vine twisting around my body.
“What? But Free we have to—“
“If we have to, please find someone else willing to. But when I used to be a hero, I had the displeasure of working with that man for a very short period and I doubt I’d want to do it again.”
“You worked with Endeavor before?”
“Not by choice.”
“What was it like?”
“I was told from a young age to only speak for what I can pay for. And speaking about my experience with this particular man is stories above my pay grade.”
Despite my wishes I was the only one qualified to work on this, more so because I worked with Endeavor personally.
“You’re alive.” He puffs out.
“So are you.” Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms.
“Free!”
Endeavor raises a brow. “I’ve worked with her before, nothing particularly nasty has come out yet.”
Turning away I huff. “I can’t afford to pay for the damages otherwise, and I have kids to care for, old man.”
Oh, do I hate his arrogant attitude. Walking home I didn’t expect to see Aizawa standing at my door when I walked up the stairs.
“What are you doing here?” I reach to unlock the door.
But it opens. “Mom you’re back, Oh, hi Mr. Aizawa.”
“Come in.” I wave as I walk into the door.
Ejiro looks at the man and pouts. “Mom, you said you’d help me with my homework today.”
“I know, bring it to the living room so we can work on it,” taking off my shoes I release a sigh.
Aizawa takes off his shoes and I look at him with a sigh. “Please make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll get you something to drink as soon as I get back from changing.”
“Mom, I don’t feel—“ Dayo pokes his head from his room door and I have barely a second to catch him with my quirk.
Moving slowly toward him I frown. “Ejiro, come here.”
He walks over and looks at me. I place my hand on his forehead and frown. They were both running fevers.
“In bed both of you. I’ll make some porridge,” I grumble.
“He looks fine,” Aizawa points out.
I look at him and shake my head. “No, Ejiro seems to be more hyper than usual. I don’t know if it’s because he’s running a fever, but I know the boys.”
Picking up Dayo, I walk toward his bed. We got a corner apartment, so all the bedrooms have windows, and Dayo was so serious about learning how to grow plants that his room looked like a nursery.
“Mommy,” Dayo frowns. “I wanna sleep in your room. I don’t wanna be alone.”
“What’s wrong?” Aizawa appears again.
“Change of plans, can you make the porridge? I shouldn’t ask a guest, but I need to pick up Ejiro to lay them down together.” I sigh.
Aizawa frowns. “They’ll get sicker.”
“Mommy.” Ejiro wines from his room door.
“Come on, we’re gonna have a sleepover in mommy’s room,” I smile.
Dayo and Ejiro are both the same in height, weight, and appearance. But their personalities were always very distant normally, they liked to be independent and do things on their own or together. They got sick together, and it was like having toddlers again.
Laying Dayo on one side of the bed, I help Ejiro climb on the other side. Pulling the cooling patches from the drawer I place one on their foreheads.
Changing the temperature setting, I walk toward the bathroom and quickly change. Tying my hair in a ponytail I walk into the boy’s rooms and take the sheets from their beds. Grabbing their matching plushies. Aizawa seems to watch me as I do my tasks.
The sheets lay in a bundle by my bedroom door. Placing their plushies in their open arms I sigh. Leaving my bedroom door open I start cleaning.
“Need any help?”
“Yeah, just make some coffee. I’m gonna run down the conbini downstairs and buy some sports drinks after I start the clothes.”
“Is this how you usually are with them?”
“Aizawa, are you gonna keep asking questions while I’m trying to make sure they are comfortable?”
He holds up his hands in defense and I roll my eyes. It was maybe ten minutes before I finished getting everything and walking back in. Both of them were sound asleep, but I kept the door open just in case they needed anything.
“So why are you here?” I look at my cup of coffee.
“Because I wanted to talk to you again.”
Rolling my eyes, I frown. “I hope this isn’t some sense of responsibility because they are your kids too?”
“What do you mean?”
“My parents got married because my mom thought she had to marry the man who got her pregnant. She hated him. She hated me, but she loved my little brother. When she died before I came to Japan, she told me that she wished I’d never been born that way she could have gone on about her life.”
“Then did you hate me?”
“No, I never hated you. I mean I don’t hate you, but I was scared that you’d hate me.”
He frowns. “Do you think so little of me?”
“Aizawa, we were twenty. I just barely knew what being an adult meant,” finding that I feel I'm just excusing my behavior I sigh. “What would you have done if I stayed?”
“We would have gotten married.”
I shake my head. “I wouldn’t have been ready, I felt ready to have the twins, but not to get married.”
“Are you still not ready to get married?”
“What?”
“I know it’s been a long time, and we haven’t talked but I want to be there for them.”
“I need time to think about it. Besides I’m not stupid. You think I haven’t seen the news, hell I work in All Might’s publicity department. I’m just—“
Hearing one of them wake up I get up and send him a weak smile. “Aizawa, maybe I would have said yes five years ago. But I need time.”
“I understand. But I can’t just let you go off like that,” he mumbles. “Talking about us and the boys wasn’t the only reason that I came here; I was thinking that the kids needed a kind of guest speaker. Someone who was in from an early age.”
Looking at him I nod. “Just tell me when.”
Dayo and Ejiro recovered from their beginning of summer cold. A car was sent and Aizawa let them sit at his desk while I talked.
Standing awkwardly in my hero costume I fixed my cape a bit. Class 1-A of this year at Yuuei had been on the news more than any other class. They only looked like children to me.
“Today I thought it would be better to get a word from someone who started off at your age as a hero,” Aizawa states and they seem to grow quiet
One boy in the back jumps from his seat excited. “You’re the bondage hero Whiplash.
“I was hoping that name would not stick,” chuckling I rub at the back of my back. “Yes, I am Whiplash, in english the name is actually supposed to be capture hero. But my agent at the time mixed up the translations so when I came to Japan at eighteen, I was known as the bondage hero.”
One girl holds up her hand and I nod for her to ask. “But you stopped hero work almost ten years ago.”
I nod. “Yes, see I started hero work at sixteen and I loved every bit of it. I haven’t exactly stopped working as a hero considering I still have my license for emergencies.” Pulling the clip from my belt under my cape I hold up the small device. “I carry this device everywhere I go in case they need me. It’s only very special cases that I’ve been called. Crowd control, sometimes damage control. I’ve had the pleasure of working with many heroes before I stopped my public actions.”
“Why did you leave?”
Thinking of my kids I smile. “Life happens, my little brother was in a tight spot back in America, and since I was his legal guardian I had to leave. There were other things involved in it too. I um—”
Aizawa raises a brow. “You can tell them.”
I take a deep breath. “The first nail I the coffin that made me leave was a particular partnership. See I was used to working with Aizawa when I went on patrols or for missions. So, imagine my surprise when I had to work with your current number 2. I’m gonna sum it up by saying that was a very unpleasant experience and having to work with him again recently was still the same. If I’m being honest, I wish I could have gone to a hero school like you guys decided to. The second nail was my body was no longer my own if you understand what I mean. I would have to be caring for new life soon. My dad didn’t raise me to be a quitter, so I talked to my agency and I got transferred back to America and into the Publicity department.”
“I’m lucky that I could keep my license. In America we are much more relaxed in certain aspects, if it is an emergency, I could use my quirk to save someone. An emergency can be boiled down to the endangerment of someone’s life. So,” I flicked at the projector and an image came up. “A bus directed for a store, someone walking in the middle of the street when the light is red, faulty construction equipment. Personally, my least favorite because I have to grow and wrap vines together since I use plants and not trees. A tree is a plant, but it’s not one I have a lot of control over.”
“Why’d sensei have you come by?” someone mumbles.
I raise a brow. “Well, I have maybe what two years’ experience ahead of your teacher. While he was learning to use this quirk, I was already working in the field in a country with a rather high reported crime rate. America doesn’t have many specialized hero schools, there’s only two. But they are filled with superficial people who do it for money and fame, when a real emergency comes up, they cannot protect others and barely themselves. So, tell me Mineta, would you prefer that every day you’re left at the mercy of what life usually throws at tenfold?”
“How many real heroes are there in America then?” Iida holds up his hand.
I think. “Quite a few, but not enough for the current population density. Think about it this way if there is a certain hero to civilian ratio, then I’d wanna say we have a one to one hundred—
“That’s not so bad.”
“One hundred thousand. In the city I worked there was two other heroes like me, and as the child everyone kind of didn’t trust me at first. That was until the dam incident,” I sigh. “I’ve never seen so many people change their tune so quickly. But I was never a hero for recognition, so as soon as I was able, I came to Japan to learn from the heroes here. I planned to be a hero for at least well into my thirties. While I technically still am, they don’t often call for a single mom to come patrolling.”
Throwing my hands up I force the net to catch the two falling children. The door opens and Yamada is looking round a little worried. Taking my mask off with the free hand I send both my children the look.
“On the ground, now. Both of you. Yamada, I’m not mad trust me,” I look to the worried teacher.
Dayo and Ejiro climb down. Placing my mask on the desk I retract the plants and hold my hand toward the kids.
“Who’s that?”
“These are my sons. Dayo and Ejiro, sadly it seems I’ve jumped the gun by trying to help them learn their quirks. They have the same quirk surprisingly, both stare at plants to make them grow and manipulate them. But Ejiro can manipulate them if he’s holding them.” I explain. “The staring factor of their quirks comes from their father’s quirk. Like I was trying to say, being a hero has consequences. All action has consequences, I could have chosen to stay in Japan and handle my little brother’s situation remotely. Or I could have left to handle that situation and come back to Japan. But I decided to return to America. I wouldn’t change my decision for the world. Since I haven’t stopped being a Hero, I could slowly return to hero work, but I find my work as a mom just a little bit more important. If I spend my life regretting an action, I’ll possibly cause a bigger problem by not focusing on the present.”
“Aizawa sensei, they look a lot like you,” one girl says.             Â
I look at Aizawa and then back at my children and I chuckle. “They do look similar, don’t they?”
His eyes go wide as I send him a wink before putting my mask back on.
“It was nice meeting you class 1A. Please remember that just because there were different actions you could have taken does not invalidate your choice. You chose it. Just like how all of you decided to become heroes and continue attending school. Also weighing your value solely based on how the public views you is stupid, and frankly it worked fine for the father of my children to not be a flashy hero.”
It was a quick venture back to our apartment. My frustration died down as I look over Dayo and Ejiro for any kind of injury. Even though I had yet to even utter a syllable of how worried I was, the moment I let go of him Ejiro began sobbing. Dayo looks to his twin brother with a confused look. Instead of scolding them I just let them rest in their rooms.
After making dinner and putting the trays in front of their doors I pick my phone. Aizawa wanted to come over a few days later. Letting him I felt a bit awkward as I fixed my sweater to sit in a comfortable position. It was the moment that I didn’t want to look like a tired workaholic that I did. He sends me a slight nod before taking to the dinner table and letting me make some coffee.
“So, what happened after?”
“Besides making Ejiro cry, nothing. I’m just upset that they thought climbing that high was okay,” I frown. “I can’t train them to be careful of things like that or people might think I’m a terrible mom.”
“Can I talk to them?”
“Yeah, getting scolded by a teacher a few days after the incident is good.”
These kids must have a sixth sense for when their dad comes into the house.
“Mr. Aizawa, do you like our mom?” Ejiro asks as he walks out of his room.
Dayo sighs and shakes his head. “Mom doesn’t think about romantic relationships.”
“I hate that you decided that on your own.”
“Then do you like Mr. Aizawa?”
I sigh. “Of course, I do, but there are a lot of adult details that change how I can approach that.”
Dayo groans. “Why didn’t you just stay with our dad?”
I frown. “Dayo.”
“Dayo’s right, mom why didn’t you stay with our dad?” Ejiro adds.
“I have an idea, why don’t we get some dinner and just watch a movie today?” Aizawa states.
I frown. “Fine.”
This isn’t a bad idea in theory, but I’m sure this man has something up his sleeve. He doesn’t do anything unnecessary. He picked where we got the food from, I went to go pick it up while he stayed with the boys. When I came back it was still fine, no fires or plants creeping from the rooms.
“Mom, your queen ann is looking sad,” Dayo points out.
“I haven’t had time to tend to my plants, remember who wanted me to come and record for your school sports festival?” I shake my head.
Aizawa looks at me and raises a brow. “How athletic are they?”
I chuckle. “Surprisingly Dayo is the more athletic one. Ejiro has his moments. Wanna see their pictures?”
“MOM!”
Putting my food down I lean toward the small bookshelf we have by the entertainment system. Grabbing the album, I place it on my lap and show Aizawa.
“Which pictures you want to see first?”
“How about the beginning?” he suggests.
“Mom no.” Ejiro whines.
“Oh, hush up.” I giggle. “Let him see.”
Dayo stops eating. “Let dad see what he missed.”
Aizawa practically chokes on his food.
“Yeah you two are too similar.” I roll my eyes.
After regaining his composure Aizawa takes the album. “So how often did you take pictures?”
“The invention of smart phones has been my saving grace. I’m surprised they even let me twist their hair at this point let alone invite me to sporting events.” I smile. “Finish your food and then you two can tell me how your twin sense told you that he was your dad.”
“That would ruin the surprise,” Dayo shakes his head.
Holding the album in my lap still I leaf through the pages slowly. Aizawa peeks over my shoulder as he looks at the pictures as well, the changes in his expression as I turn the pages makes the time it took to put everything together worth it. Ejiro and Dayo finish their food quickly.
“What is this?”
“Oh, that’s right, you’ve never met my little brother. Kaipo is a bit averse to pictures, but he was holding the boys while we were at the beach,” I sigh. “Surprisingly enough for someone with a water plant quirk he doesn’t like the ocean.”
He takes the album from me and looks at the page then back up at me. “You both look so similar I thought he might be your twin.”
“He’s four years younger than me.” I chuckle.
“Are we allowed to call Mr. Aizawa, dad, now?” Ejiro asks.
Aizawa chuckles. “I don’t mind.”
I nod. “As long as he is okay with it.”
“Dad, do you think we can spend more time with you?” Dayo whispers. “That way mom has more time to spend being a hero too.”
“Wait, Dayo- ”
Aizawa shakes his head. “I don’t think I can do that kiddo. I still got hero work on the side, and honestly my class has most of my hands tied. Maybe your mom will start hero work when she’s ready.”
Fixing my posture, I sigh. “I was gonna start patrolling while you guys were in class once you start middle school. If I could start now I would, but I’m not confident that you guys would be fine without me here after school.”
“What?! We can take care of ourselves.” Ejiro argues
“Five.” I glare.
He shuts his mouth, but this gets Aizawa’s attention.
“Five what?”
Dayo shakes his head furiously. Ejiro covers his ears.
“Five times. Let them be alone, each time I got a call because of the plants,” I explain. “Someone had to wear a quirk limiter while they were sleeping for six months.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Not our best moments.” Dayo grumbles. “But mom is really good at fixing plants, so the neighbors don’t mind.”
Aizawa starts chuckling. “Well if you ever need me to mind them when I’m not working, I don’t mind.”
Watching the plaster crack under his fist I shrink back as the tears fill my eyes.
“Tsuki, you were right.” My broken sobs ring out as I pull my hands away from my hair.
He finally looks at me. I can’t read the emotion in his eyes, swallowing hard I stand up with shaky foundation. My legs were weak, but I needed to say something.
“If I already knew about your anger issues, I shouldn’t have stayed.” Rubbing the tears from my eyes I throw the paper toward his feet. “I’ll see you around Tsuki.”
Grabbing my go-bag, I quickly run to the only place that I can think to go. My mother wasn’t even in japan anymore, so she isn’t even here to tell I told you so. Knocking on the door, I try to straighten myself as I’m greeted by a worried Mitsuki and Masaru. Warm arms wrap around me as I try not to cry again for the second time tonight.
“Yoko, what’s wrong?” Mitsuki’s eyes darken, she is ready for blood.
“It was Katsuki,” I mumble through the tears. “I only came to tell you some important news.”
Masaru helps me inside and Mitsuki forces me to sit while she wipes at my tears.
“What did he do?”
I chuckle. “I angered him by asking to sit still for a minute to talk.”
“That’s no reason to yell at you,” she seethes.
Trying to smooth my hair I nod. “I think it will blow over better if I tell you guys before ever telling him.”
Masaru hands me a cup and I look at both of them with a smile.
“I’m pregnant.”
Mitsuki stands up. “You’re telling him.”
“No, please. I can’t. I don’t think I’ll be able to carry to term if I’m with Katsuki,” I mumble. “I want you two to be a part of the baby’s life. I’ve already given him the ultrasound.”
“He said he’s coming,” Masaru puts his phone down.
Blinking I shake my head. “I gotta go then. I was going to ask Resea to take me to the house.”
Mitsuki sighs. “You’re just as stubborn as him, please call if anything happens. I won’t tell my stupid son anything.”
“Thank you, Mitsuki.”
“Just start calling me Grandma.”
Kirishima looks at me with a sigh. “You gotta tell Bakubro.”
Currently hunched over the toilet, my hair was cut to lessen washing. Resea frowns at her boyfriend.
“I’m not letting that asshole anywhere near these babies. Yoko is going to need a lot of help after she has the babies and I’ve already put in for leave,” she crosses her arms. “If you stress her out by bringing Bakubitch into this she could lose the babies.”
Kirishima frowns. “But I hate lying to my best friend.”
“Then let me have Resea,” I manage between breaths.
Lugging myself up I turn to brush my teeth in the sink.
“Are you sure?”
“Unless you know someone else that needs a lot of down time?”
Ten minutes later two more people were moving into my house. I had the space, so it didn’t bother me. Midoriya and Todoroki, with them came the baby proofing of the entire house. Todoroki brought in enough things that I wasn’t even sure if everything would get used.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I whimper.
A warm hand rubs circles into my back. “Because you would do the same for us.”
“Thank you, Midoriya.”
“This also gives us a much-needed break for a while,” Todoroki adds.
“I’m glad my pregnancy can be an excuse for you to step out,” smirking I get up from the chair. “Want me to make anything for you guys?”
Midoriya places a gentle hand on my shoulder as he makes me sit back down. “You’re not allowed to do anything.”
“Let me do something, if I sit down, I’ll lose my mind,” I remind him with a frown.
That brought on a change, Kirishima and Resea return to Musutafu. Todoroki and Midoriya were going to be my helping hands as I tried to keep my mind busy. The area wasn’t densely populated, and everyone already knew that I had people from my old place helping me out during my pregnancy. Luckily, they weren’t too against the idea, times change and seeing as I wasn’t sure how this would go, I was worried. The twins brought nothing but pain to me, I craved foods that I never ate before and many things that burned any remnant of taste buds. As the day approached the midwife was a bit shocked at my helping hands but didn’t mind, nonetheless. More hands-on deck the better.
“Two healthy babies, one boy and one girl,” She looks at me with and nods. “I’ll leave the papers for you to fill out later.”
“Thank you.”
Shortly after I felt like I couldn’t do anything. But Midoriya and Todoroki were a great help. I called Mitsuki to show her the babies and that warranted a visit. Masaru had to drag her back because they were still on the fence about when I should introduce the twins to Katsuki. Youhei my little ocean warrior already showed signs of having my quirk, he always seemed most calm in the bath and fascinated by it. Kazuki my little hopeful victory, she showed no early signs of either quirk. But nonetheless they were very happy babies.
Midoriya and Todoroki had to return to work, and I stayed at the house. Mitsuki came to visit a few times and I welcome her as the kids start to grow more. I felt like all my time was filled with taking pictures of them even though I used some of my free time to keep myself sane. Time felt like it was speeding by as the time for me to sleep train them came. Truly a nightmare. Not as much as their first birthday sneaking up on me.
“Are you going to tell him?” Resea asks as she holds Kazuki.
“Yeah, I mean. I have to?” Shrugging I run a careful hand through my hair. “Katsuki has a right to know.”
Kirishima winces. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Why? You were practically ready to put me on his doorstep a year and a half ago,” I raise my brow.
“Well…”
“Kirishima.”
“Kacchan hasn’t tried looking for you,” Midoriya frowns.
“Yes, he has,” I sigh. “I just didn’t pay it any mind since the last fight we had. I’ll go and see him myself; I’ll probably give him pictures of the twins. But that’s really all.”
Mitsuki smiles as I look at her. “As long as this is what you want to do.”
Smiling I nod. “Yeah, I do. If he really doesn’t want to see them then—”
Looking at the smiling faces of my children I stand up. “We can erase ourselves from his life. Grandma and Grandpa will be allowed and all their uncles and Aunty.”
The next day Midoriya and Todoroki volunteered to stay in the house with the twins as I rode back to Tokyo. It seemed odd; I could maneuver the city streets, but I grew frustrated at it as I kept going. Showing up at the agency would be rude and unwarranted. Maybe I should call him on my old phone?
I look at the street and mumble. “I wanted to talk to you. If you don’t want to talk, then we don’t have to meet ever again.”
He’s quiet. “Come to the office.”
“How long?”
“Get here as fast as you can dumbass.”
Ending the call, I turn around to start my walk to the agency. My old ID came in handy as I walked to the door and fixed my shirt a bit. I lost many of my old clothes after leaving the apartment that we shared, and I could only manage to wear some thrifted clothes that definitely didn’t fit. Knocking on the door I heard his voice telling me to come in. He looked tired. This might be a quick exchange and I can go back to my angels.
“Wanna tell me what made you think leaving was a good idea?” he scoffs.
Real quick.
“Because, the doctor said if I ever wanted to have children this was my only chance,” I cross my arms.
“Why would you want to have children?”
I raise a brow. “You’re asking quite a few questions right now Bakugo.”
He freezes.
“Look.” Placing the pictures on the table in front of him I smile just a little bit. “These are our brats. Forgive me for wanting to have a child with the man I love. But I would do it again and again if I had the chance. If I stayed with you at that time, I don’t know if my body would have been able to handle the stress.”
“You left me for some snot nose brats.”
“Your mom and dad love them.”
“You let the old hag meet them?”
“Maybe if you had reacted differently, I would have let you meet them, shit we could actually be a family,” I frown. “But you broke a hole into the fucking wall five centimeters away from my skull. I do not want them growing up without you. But if you don’t want to, then you’ll never hear my name again.”
Bakugo is a proud person, and I don’t expect him to change at all. “Who else knows about them?”
Taking a slight step back I cross my arms. “Why does it matter? Is my family not allowed to know about my children? I may not have taken the surname bit I am still Kirishima’s little sister.”
“The why didn’t Shitty hair tell me?”
“Alright let’s think about this logically,” I pose the question holding my hands to distinguish. “If you had a little sister and your best friend dated her, she comes sobbing to you over and over again because your best friend won’t listen. They get angry often, and they won’t bend even a little bit. No one asked them to change completely just work together meet them halfway.”
Bakugo’s eyes seem to lose some light.
“The last time you saw her she’s sobbing because she feared for her life, she wasn’t even worried about her mental health. No, she tells you that she’s pregnant and wants to have her children without fear that she could lose them or her own life.” Clenching my fists, I palm my hair. “Look Katsuki, I love you. You’re the only man I could ever love. I love with my whole heart; you have all of it. Our kids have it too, because they are a part of us.”
He reaches for me, but I flinch back.
“I only came to show you their pictures, I wanted to do you at least that justice. My phone hasn’t changed, just call me if you want to meet them.” Sucking in a breath I look at him. “Or you can ask your mom where we live. Kazuki has your eyes, and Youhei a mini you if I ever saw one.”
I left there. I didn’t get a call.
(I just realized a big part of this is missing but I don't have the patience to find it maybe I'll add it later)
