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I could hear the worried footsteps pacing back and forth through the door. I already knew he was worried. I couldn't help myself from running yesterday. My body moved on its own and I couldn't stop it.

"She's okay, Toshinori is bringing her back over right now. We had her stay at the Midoriya's just to be safe last night." Aizawa's tired voice echoed through the door. The heavy footsteps stopped and the started marching away from the door.

"You mean to tell me that, while I've been stressing out the entire night and half the day yesterday, you knew she was okay and didn't bother to tell me?!" I flinched back away from the door, every time I heard yelling or arguing I was always in the middle of it and got hit. A annoyed sigh rang out before Toshinori decided to open the door. Both men turned their heads lighting fast towards us the moment the door open. Fatgum's face went from pissed to happy then worried. He immediately rushed over and picked me up.

"You had me so worried! I didn't hear from you or anyone about where you were! I thought the worst had happened!" He spoke so fast his words were almost jumbled up. He set me down in a chair and sat down in a identical one beside me.

"What happened?" His voice was scratchy from strain.

"I couldn't stop myself. I needed to get away from them. My body moved on its own. I kept running till I tripped and fell. Izuku, Katsuki, and Kirishima helped me. And Aizawa Sensei told me to stay with the Midoriya's for the night." I explained, my gaze stayed on my hands in my lap. My fingers twisted around themselves as I waited for his response. I felt anxious.

"I'm not mad at you. I understand that fight or flight instinct. I was just very, very worried." He replied, his strained voice softened as he sighed. I looked up and saw his face. He was crying. I caused this, I should've stayed there beside him.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run off!" my mouth spat out. My body instantly cringed into the seat.

"No-no! Its my fault. I should've gone after you instead of chasing the villains. I-" he started to blubber, his face was a mess as he tried to clear it up.

"I was just so worried that they had gotten you. I looked all night- No one told me you were okay! I kept looking, and I tried asking some people for help." He sighed. He wiped his face with his arm and grabbed me. He crushed me in an almost bone-breaking hug. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck and relaxed into his comforting warmth.

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The familiar walls of Principal Nezu's office walls comforted me with the neutral colors. He started going over everything with us. All of us were on edge.

"Now that everything has been cleared up. Due to the sighing of some members of the League of villains, we need to put you under better protection. You have to have someone with you at all times." He stood up in his chair to reach for his tea cup.

"Now I would suggest you stay at UA for the foreseeable future, but you can choose whether you stay here or get passed between the pro heroes. I won't force you to make a decision at this moment, but you need to have an answer for me by tomorrow." He explained. He sipped on his tea a little loudly and set the cup down gently.

I hugged myself and took calming breaths. I need to make my decision now, or I won't make one at all.

"I- I'll stay in the dorms!" I announced. Fatgum looked slightly disappointed, but I can't have him keep tabs on me 24/7 its just not fair to him. Nezu nodded and snapped his fingers.

"I'll let the students and teachers know. Aizawa, she will be under your care. I trust you will keep an eye on her and protect her." Nezu announced. Fatgum hugged me and let me go.

"I'll visit when I can. With how they do things, I know you won't be able to leave the campus without a pro hero attached to your hip." He sounded like he was joking, but his face was serious. I nodded and hugged him.

"I'll be okay. Be careful." I replied, he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

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Two weeks later

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Friday.. finally. I can relax. I thought, I slouched on the couch in the living room. Everyone was still at the school. They're in the hero course for a reason. They are probably doing training. Not that I can do anything anyway... My mind continued on the dark train till someone walked in.

"M-Miss L/n?" A nervous voice called out. I sat up slowly and looked to them.

"Tamaki. I didn't know they would allow you in here." I answered, my mind cleared as I saw the Indigo haired male.

"Yeah, I asked Nezu if I could. Are you done with school-work for the day?" He asked, he sat down beside me and turned his attention to the stack of paper and books on the coffee table. My pencils and pens were scattered around the room. I had thrown them in frustration.

"Kinda.. Math is a bit difficult, but I'm passing, so I'm happy with it." I answered. He picked up one of the papers and looked it over. He chuckled, a rare occurrence for the shy man.

"I remember this. I struggled with it too. I basically did extra credit to keep my grades up during this lesson. They only go over it for a week or two and never bring it up again. Not even in final exams. So if you can get through the next week of this you'll be good to go." He explained, he put the paper back and relaxed.

"I heard what happened a couple weeks ago. I wanted to come check in on you. Make sure you're okay." He told me, his tone was off, like he wanted to say something else.

"I'm fine. School-work is difficult, but its manageable. Honestly I don't understand why Nezu put me with class 1A. They are going to be the next heroes. I'm Quirkless. I can't do anything. All I'm doing is regular schoolwork, I can't be a hero like them." My emotions got the better of me and I started to rant. Years of pent up emotions released like a rubber band snap.

"I don't understand.. Why me? I am quirkless! Those bastards stole me away from my mother and killed her. They- They did all these experiments to me and I am still quirkless. I can't do anything! I just want to know why and make them feel their karma. I-I don't know what's wrong with me-" I choked out. I had gotten up and started pacing around and I finally stopped and stood still.

"Y/n- Its okay. Its not your fault. I'm here, just talk to me. I'll listen." Tamaki told me. He patted my shoulder comfortingly.

"I-I just don't understand why- My mother was so powerful. Everything she told me of my father was that he left, and that he had a fire quirk. I don't even know if he's alive. But- I can't even ask her. She never told me his name! And here I am just sitting around being useless because I can't even protect myself from anything!" I cried, Tamaki wasn't one to spread my life around like its a funny story. I can trust him with anything. He would take it to the grave if he had to.

"Its okay. I-I can try to help you find your dad. I know that fire quirks are somewhat common. But we could go around asking some people." He reassured. I sighed and sank to the floor.

"Its useless. If fire is a common quirk, then my father could be anyone with one." I replied, my mind started its dark rabbit hole again.

"Did you just say something about your father having a fire quirk?" A flat almost monotone voice called out. A jolt of shock shot through me as I turned to the voice. Izuku and Todoroki walked in both looking shocked at our private conversation.

"W-we are sorry for intruding into your conversation! Its just, we overheard when we were coming into the room." Izuku apologised.

"Its not your fault.. I shouldn't have said anything. But now its out." I sighed, hating myself and cursing myself internally. Todoroki walked robotically into the room and sat down on the couch beside me.

"Your father has a fire quirk?" He questioned. His blue and gray eyes piercing through me.

"Yes. All my mother told me of him was his quirk. And that he was more than proud of his quirk, almost arrogant with it." I explained, I could tell his interest was piqued by my answer. He was quiet for a few seconds before spitting out a question.

"When's your birthday?" I jolted at the question and thought.

"Its in the spring.. I believe April." I answered. The boy looked at me with confusion. Izuku looked at me and gasped.

"No, she couldn't be relate to you!" He butted in. Todoroki's face went from blank to pissed.

"What are you talked about Izuku?" I asked, Todoroki stood up and immediately grabbed my hand. He started to pull me with him.

"Stop. Where are you taking me?" I asked, I tried to pull my hand away from him. His grasp on my wrist didn't even falter as I started to panic.

"I want you to come with me. I need to take you to my father." His voice darkened at the mention of his dad.

"N-No! I can't leave without one of the pro heros accompanying me!" I tried to reason with the boy. He continued to drag me along with him.

"That's fine then. I can bring him here. Endeavor can come to us." He spat. I've never seen the cold boy get this riled up over something. He dropped my hand and I instantly held it to my chest. He simply pulled his phone out and texted him. I shrank away from him when he turned back to me.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I didn't mean to drag you over here. I just- I have a good reason for this. If anything I'm right and you will have answers." He stated, his voice went back to its cold monotone pitch. We stood outside silently sitting on a bench, both of us kept our gazes away from one another.

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Soon enough an inferno of a man walked towards us. He looked like an ass. His expression was worse than Bakugou's resting bitch face.

"Shoto, what do you want?" The man asked, his tone was cold unlike the flames surrounding his body. His gaze went from his son and inspected me. At first his expression faltered and he appeared surprised then went back to his cold demeanor.

"Who is this?" He questioned the boy beside me.

"I think you can answer that yourself just by looking at her." He replied with the same coldness.

"You're not M/n. Who are you?" He demanded, my body lightly shook with fear.

"I-I'm L/n Y/n. You knew my mother?" I asked. His eyes ever so slightly widened.

"Yes. I didn't expect that she'd keep you." He mumbled, it was just loud enough for me to hear. It pissed me off. But I remained on the bench.

"So you knew about me. And you didn't bother to come looking.." I whispered to myself.

"Your mother foolishly kept you. I know about you now. I assumed you were dead after that fire. Everyone assumed you and M/n perished in the fire." He answered curtly. My eyes teared up at the thought.

"No, I survived.. The League of villains took me away from my mother, and killed her. She barely told me anything about you. Now I know why." I snapped back. I stood up and stepped towards him.

"She was ashamed of you. You left us and didn't even bother- You didn't bother to even send us a letter or call us. She didn't want me to know you since you would just give us the cold shoulder anyway!" I yelled. my emotion got the better of me again. I took a deep breath and held it. I let it go once I felt like I wasn't going to bite his head off.

"You don't have a quirk do you." He bluntly stated. I nodded and glared up at him.

"Yeah even after getting used as a lab rat, I still didn't get shit." I spat. His facade faltered as he tried to regain his composure. I guess he hasn't had someone fight back like this.

"Don't bother talking to me again." He spat back, he turned to Shoto and glared at him.

"And don't ask me to come around her." He stated, his icy tone made me shake. All my confidence was gone. I slumped back onto the bench.

"Well that went better than expected." Shoto said, he turned to me, a small smile hinted at his lips.

"I didn't think that Endeavor would be related to me. I expected some lowlife thug or city boy who cowers behind his money." I answered. Shoto shrugged and turned away.

"I don't know how to feel about having another older sister.." He replied.

"I don't know how to feel about having a brother. Wait you- we have more siblings?" I asked, my body sat back up.

"Yeah, if I can convince Aizawa Sensei to let me take you over, then you can meet them." He answered, his tone was cold but he looked kinda peaceful for once, maybe even amused.

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