We sat in silence for a few moments while Shota allowed me to collect my thoughts.

"Just start from the beginning, no rush. Take your time, alright kid?"

He'd asked me that a few minutes ago and I hadn't figured out were to start yet.

The beginning, huh? So much had happened to me in these short fifteen years, all my memories were hazy and jumbled, I wasn't sure how reliable any of them were.

"Well-"

His eyes widened as I began uncertainly, alit with cool patience.

"I suppose- well the beginning-" I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands for a moment. He sat patiently, eyes never leaving my face.

"I remember my parents." I spoke quietly. Shotas brows rose. "I do. I try not to, but I guess we don't really have as much control over our own minds as we'd like to think."

"Mm, wise for a child." Shota smiled lightly.

"They were kind, I think. All I can remember from the beginning was smiling, I don't think I ever saw either of them cry. I don't think I ever cried. We did normal family things, or at least the kinds of things that I've been told are normal for parents and their kids. They would take me to parks on their days off or pick me up from daycare early with ice cream. They had to pry me off them if they ever wanted any time to themselves, but they never seemed to. They loved to bake too, would always pick me up and set me on the counter and told me to try and sound out words on the recipe while they laughed or danced along to the radio." A ghost of a smile graced my face as I recovered the old memories, dusted them off, and spoke them aloud. Then my smile faltered as I recalled what came next.

"(y/n).."

"It happened when I got my quirk, Unicorn. The first noticeable change was the appearance of my horn," I pointed to the poky stump on the center of my forehead, "That's where my quirk is stored, the one that lets me gage other people's power. It was really strong at first. There's not much left of it now." I brought my hand back down to my lap, "However, as I'm sure the doctors told you, because my quirk means that my body retains the properties and powers of the mythical creature the Unicorn, other things besides just my quirk began to change. First was my hair, it turned silver and began growing immeasurably fast. My parents tried to cut it when it started to get in my way, but the scissors only broke as it was too strong. Then my eyes changed, my pupils became enlarged, and my irises began reflecting any colors around me."

"Finally, the properties of my blood morphed into the dangerous substance it is now. I don't know how much you know about it, but essentially if it's exposed to oxygen it becomes a deadly poison that is released the moment it comes into contact with anything other than my skin. I'm immune to it, but anyone who touches my blood after it's left my skin will die, anyone close enough who breaths in the infected air could also die, people further away or exposed to less of it typically pass out, and others have symptoms like headaches or trouble breathing. Everything changed after we became aware of the tedious situation, I began to scare my parents, scare a lot of people. Hurt a lot of people. They knew that I didn't do any of it on purpose, and that I couldn't control it, but they didn't have many options. So they locked me up in the house. In my room. I remember they instructed me to stuff pillows against the gap at the bottom of my door so that if I somehow managed to cut myself, it wouldn't infect the air outside of my room."

Shota's face softened, I could almost make out pity in his eyes when I rose my head to look. I didn't much like that, but I couldn't be angry at him for it, after all, I was pretty pitiful. I decided to continue,

"They never let me outside, never let me see anyone. I think.. I think they told everyone that their daughter had died. I guess... In some way I had. I wasn't happy anymore. Wasn't the same."

"To do that to such a young child.." Shota spoke quietly, angrily. I went on,

"I'd sit on my bed all day, waiting for them to slide food through the little hatch they'd installed in my door. At night I'd hear their voices just outside, apologizing, telling me they still loved me through audible tears. I never moved, was afraid that if I did I would cut myself on something, and that if that happened something bad would happen to my parents. I didn't understand what it was that would happen, all I'd been told was that because of my quirk my blood would hurt people. I never wanted to hurt people." I choked out the last sentence, my eyes beginning to water. I took a shaky breath,

"Their names were... (p/n) and (p/n)." I hadn't heard those names spoken aloud in what felt like forever. I could tell Shota was about to say something but I cut him off, "If you're thinking we can use that information to find them, that's not what they go by anymore, wherever they are. When Chisaki took me he told me that they'd left me behind and gotten new identities all together. I didn't believe him at first, but, well, I checked as soon as you and the other heroes saved me. They're either different people now or they're dead. One way or another, (p/n) and (p/n) no longer exist."

Shota remained silent.

"I was ten years old when one day, for the first time in six years, they took me out of the house. I was happy, but I was also underfed, exhausted, and too delirious at the time for me to remember much about it now. All I know was that it was dark outside, and that my parents were there one minute, holding my hands like they had when I was so young, and the next... I was in the clutches of the Shie Hassaikai, standing in a cold hallway, a girl about three staring up at with curiosity and wonder in her large, red eyes. She'd pointed up to my horn, silently, then to her own, smiling and giggling."

I smiled as I glanced back to Eri's and my room, where she'd no doubt be sleeping soundly, dreaming of apples.

"I lived there rather peacefully for a little while, not aware that I was living with the Shie Hassaikai, Yakuza group, criminal underground organization. Me and Eri got along quite well during that time. When she wasn't clinging to her mother or father, she'd be clutching onto me, following me wherever I went. I had a soft spot for her because she reminded me of my own clingy, innocent self when I was little. Then, the whole thing with her father happened. That was the darkest day since I'd been with my parents. Everyone else was so terrified of her, but I knew what it was like. I held her in my arms, far away from all the eyes, while she cried into my shirt for hours, barely aware of what she'd done."

"When her grandfather, who'd always been kind to me, got not-so-mysteriously sick Chisaki took over. He experimented on me and Eri relentlessly, trying to find if he could benefit from our quirks in any way. He sold my bits of my horn and vials of my blood to other criminals, and abused Eri and her power with countless invasive procedures. When I was thirteen I uncovered his plans to use Eri's flesh for quirk-erasing bullets. I was horrified, and told Eri that night that I was going to find a way to get her out of there. I began constructing a plan and gathering materials I needed to help her escape. Unfortunately Chisaki uncovered my little operation shortly and before I could even say goodbye to my sister, sold me off to the LOV, where I've been for the past two years."

I didn't take Shota Aizawa, my new guardian, for a very touchy person. I certainly didn't expect him to hug me. However, humans never cease to surprise me.

His strong arms embraced me loosely, one of his large hands guiding my head to lay it on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." He whispered, shaking his head. I sighed and brought my hands up to his neck. Silent tears slipped down my cheeks, wetting his shirt, but he didn't complain. After a few seconds I pulled back.

"So.. what do you think?" I croaked jokingly as I wiped at my eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I told you everything. Now what?"

"Now... you train it."

"Huh?" I asked incredulously, my eyebrows scrunching together.

"Your quirk. Just like with Eri, you can't change what's happened in the past, but if you learn to control it, you can certainly improve your chances in the future. So, you're going to train it, learn to wield it and use it to your advantage. Every aspect of it."

"No. I don't think you understand-"

"I do. I'm a teacher at UA after all. I have dealt with many troublesome quirks, and none of my students have ever failed in learning to control their powers, no matter how difficult."

"I don't think my quirk is like just any of your students'." I stated, confused.

"It's stronger, more dangerous, but ultimately, no different." He took a deep breath, "The new school term starts in five days, I have a meeting with principal Nezu tomorrow at UA. Eri's coming with me, and you will too."

"What am I supposed to do at-" He cut me off before I finished. Again.

"UA is surrounded by woods. The deadly aspect of your blood depends on a persons' vicinity towards it, right?"

"Y-"

"That was a rhetorical question," I grunted in frustration, but Shota continued, unfazed, "No one will be in the woods at that time. Mess around with the properties of your quirk there. Test your blood and see if you can find a way to keep it contained. I don't care what you do, as long as you've learned or figured out something new by the time I'm done with my meeting."

"I can't! You have no idea how dangerous it is! And you're asking me to 'JUST MESS AROUND' with it?!" I hated yelling, hated loud noises, but he just wasn't getting it.

"You'll bring bandages along with you, and Eri can reverse your body back to it's previous state once we're done so all your injuries and any remaining blood will disappear from sight and mind."

He can't be serious!

"I am serious."

"You can read minds?" I questioned him in an amazed whisper.

"What? No. Go get some sleep, we leave tomorrow at eight a.m."

I opened my mouth to argue, but closed it, sensing that any objection would be futile. I sighed, got up, and began heading to my bedroom.

"Oh and (y/n)?"

"Yes?"

"Things only get better from here."

A smile twitched at the edge of my lips as I climbed under the covers. I was worried about tomorrow, but I couldn't help but let his words comfort me a little bit. I glanced towards the window, noticing the sun just barely peaking over the horizon. I sighed, doubt I'll be getting much sleep tonight. Or to-morning? I giggled at my thoughts. Oh god I'm so tired I'm delirious. Did I really just giggle? Oh well..