Finally dancing freely, Y/N let loose a little bit because of Rosalinda's encouraging words. She was singing songs along with Y/N and dancing silly around her, like Miguel would do. The other girls around them were doing the same thing, taking turns dancing with the troubled young woman.

Her quirk didn't affect them, since they took a suppressant drug that countered Y/N's quirk. It was fabricated after taking Y/N's blood, and many tests were done on the girls to make sure it worked. Test subjects to make sure everyone else who wasn't a slave could take it.

"Me & My Girls" by Selena Gomez was playing and Y/N began to start dancing more taking herself out of her depressant state. She unintentionally made the smoke around her more intense. Noticing how some people started to roll their heads back in ecstasy when she let her quirk do its thing.

This is what Mama wanted, she wanted people to be intoxicated to the point where they blacked out. However, this worried Y/N. She was dancing and letting loose, but knew it was at the expense of everyone else. Rosalinda took Y/N's hand and made her do a slow turn and all the other girls started cheering her on. Distracting her and encouraging her again, to let loose and forget about her surroundings.

Y/N was laughing and having fun until she saw one of guards who was keeping a watch on them go up to her with a drink in his hand. Her carefree smile slowly turned into a nasty snarl.

She instantly felt rage boil in the center of her chest. Goosebumps rising on her arms and up her spine. Without meaning to show weakness she took a small step back and met the guard's eyes.

"Get that away from me." She gritted angrily.

Without a second thought Katsuki got up from his chair, startling his comrades. He didn't know why he was the first one to move, but he knew it in his gut that if the h/c haired girl took that drink they would all be in trouble. He could see it with the fear in her eyes.

He felt a rush of anger go through him, one he did not understand and decided not to pry on.

Katsuki abruptly left Shouto and Izuku, who whisper-yelled at him to stop. Katsuki ignoring them both, walked down the stairs to get to the girl in trouble. Not caring about the smoke that would surely consume him.

Y/N in the middle of the dance floor, almost slapped the drink out of the guard's hands.

"Did I not make myself clear the last time you tried to give me this? I was serious when I told Mama I would never drink that again." Y/N was angry, this was the famous club's drink.

It was made by extracting some of her essence when she was forced into the medical room. This drink was toxic to others if not taken lightly, but euphoric if taken responsibly. To Y/N it made her a puppet, a puppet that Mama could control.

"I don't make the rules, Mama says you've been too stiff all night. She needs you to drink this." The guard handed her the drink without another word and walked away.

Y/N's hand shook. Holding the poison, her own blood created made her want to vomit. She was angry, and anxious. Tears of feeling powerless threatening to spill from her eyes.

When Y/N looked to where Mama was seating, she saw the women with a twisted smirk. It was only a glance, but Y/N knew it was a warning.

If she didn't drink this, who knows when she would see her brother again or if he wouldn't be fed to punish them both. Y/N looked over to Rosalinda with scared big eyes, her eyes flashing back and forth from scarlet to her natural once as she fought her emotions to stay in control.

Rosalinda giving her a gentle smile took the drink from her. "Y/N I need you to make your quirk more intense and make everyone here think I'm you... I'll take it." She finished with determination.

Y/N looked over to the closed off balcony again and noticed Mama was occupied, talking with a man in a pink suit and black mask covering his whole face.

Rosalinda grabbed one of Y/N's hands to get her attention again. "Don't look at her, look at me. I'll be okay, just do it quickly. Please listen to me."

Y/Ns eyes glided to Rosalinda's again, with tears threatening to spill. She quickly wiped her eyes before those tears could escape and nodded to her big sister.

Concentrating, she hummed. Intensifying her quirk. The purple smoke she was letting roll of her lips twisted with the pink smoke that rolled of her body, while simultaneously using her telepathic trick.

Instantly the smoke rose and overpowered the club's mist.

When everyone was momentarily consumed by the smoke, she made everyone in the club think Rosalinda was her, by using the telepathic aspect of her quirk. Forcing her mind to make this work and praying this would go in their favor. Then quickly slipping through the crowd and heading towards the bathroom where no one would find her.

Rosalinda took the drink after she saw Mama looking at her and instantly felt the power of Y/N's quirk. Whatever suppressant she took earlier was clearly not strong enough for this drink. Her shoulders relaxed, and her pupils dilated to the point where the black overshadowed her brown eyes.

No one in the club knew it was her. They all still thought Y/N was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing her life away. Mama looked over with a satisfied smile, clearly believing it was Y/N as well.

She didn't know Y/N used her quirk on everyone to make them see an illusion of herself. It was only a mind trick, she didn't have the power to turn herself into someone else, but she was powerful enough to make everyone in the room believe Rosalinda was her.

Y/N learned when she mixed her purple and pink smoke with the telepathic aspect of her quirk, she could make anyone see whatever she wanted. It took a while to perfect it, but slowly with a lot of practice she was able to fool those around her when she wanted to.

When Y/N ran to the bathroom, she closed herself in one of the stalls and silently sobbed. Hugging her knees closer to her body and becoming a small ball on the floor.

She knew.

She knew Rosalinda was doing this for her because she loves her. But what about her, who was going to be there for Rosalinda?

All the friends she made in the club always risked their lives somehow to help her out. She was their ticket out of the hell they were in. Still, it was too much responsibility for an eighteen-year-old to have.

She wasn't a leader?

All she was trying to do, was keep Miguel alive. The only reason why she hadn't done anything to escape was because he was captive in a cell. With constant guards who would take suppressants against Y/N's quirk. When it came to physical strength, she was powerless. She was trapped, she would never leave him or Rosalinda behind.

She couldn't go back to the dance floor now. If someone she tricked saw her, the spell would instantly come off. They would realize Rosalinda took her place. She couldn't risk that. She couldn't get them in trouble, she would have to wait in the bathroom until she came in to switch with her.

Y/N tried rubbing the tears that were rolling down her face and saw black streaks staining her fingers. "Fuck... can tonight get any worse..." She angrily slammed her hand on side wall of the bathroom stall. "I can't... dammit not now..."

Y/N knew what was coming.

An anxiety attack was coming with a vengeance. She felt the walls of the stall caging her in, she tried to breathe, but couldn't. She felt like she was choking on the air she was desperately trying to get into her lungs.

"What if? What if I end it, right now?" Y/N thought out loud. Her demons getting a hold of her again. "I'm tired..." Her vision was blurry with unshed tears.

She felt numbness instantly fill her mind, Miguel would be fine right? He had Rosalinda... and Rosalinda, well she wouldn't have to sacrifice herself anymore for her.

But if she left, who would protect them?

Still, she was causing a lot of harm so wouldn't it be better if she was no longer here?

"The world would be a better place without... without me..."

Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by loud banging on the outside of the bathroom stall. She didn't even hear the bathroom door open.

How could she be so careless? Did someone see her rush in here?

If Mama or any other guard was outside the stall, she was so screwed... Mama would not take this defiance lightly.

Her heart froze with dread, well fuck...