Disclaimer:

I really own Ana, that's about it. BNHA is not mine (although I wish it was).

Special thanks to:

Syntax-N for letting me use her OC, Nuduzo. And for her amazing writing which inspires me to try and write even better :)

BloodyBleedingRose for being an awesome beta

I am still looking for a few more characters to join the story, so if you have any you want to join, send them to me~

Chapters are going to start getting longer from here on out.

Thanks for reading,

-Skye

"Mr. Endeavor, you have a letter," came the voice of Nuduzo, Endeavor's newest sidekick. Her quirk, Syntax, allowed her to temporarily transform people and objects into whatever she wished as long as she described the changes a loud. Her short blonde hair framed her face and a pair of wire framed glasses sat on her nose. After she graduated from U.A. last year as first in her class, she surprised them all when she decided to become a sidekick instead of a hero. While she was dedicated to becoming a hero in the future, she felt that it was necessary and important to gain more experience by doing field work. And what better way to do so by being under the study of none other than the Number 2 hero. While Endeavor was very callous and unbending, Nuduzo's own stubborn personality allowed her to hold her own against his everyday overbearingness.

There was a grumble from the man of flames before he turned away from the window and faced Nuduzo. His arms were crossed, as it often was, and his face sat with a slight scowl.

"Who is it from?" He asked curtly.

"Shizuka Orphanage. They had sent one letter previously, but I believe you burned it."

His eyes narrowed at her last comment, but her unyielding blue eyes blazed back at his in defiance. With a sigh he held out his hand and she set the letter in his large palm.

Endeavor didn't wait to make his way over to his desk before he ripped open the letter. It was a simple handwritten note, but something he couldn't quite place drew his attention to the words on the page. Perhaps it was the shortness, perhaps it was the message; whatever it was, he couldn't pin it down.

'A message to Mr. Endeavor of the Endeavor Hero Agency:

Mr. Endeavor, I know that we have sent you one letter previously and I would like to apology for the repetition in this letter, but we beg you to take our situation into consideration. A child has come into our care that we are unable to continue to take care of. Her name is Yukina Ana and she possesses a quirk that allows her to manipulate some sort of dark fog and a blue fire, not unlike yours. We are unsure of the details of her past, but some kind of trauma has left her unable to to control her quirks and they run rampant at night. I am currently writing to you from the hospital after last night's events. It is no secret that you are a master of your power, and we beg of you to consider training or even fostering Ana until we could find a better place for her to stay.

Please consider helping this girl,

-Fukashi Jirara from the Shizuka Orphanage'

He let the letter fall to meet his oak desk as he leaned back in his chair. The note was of sincere origin; the morning's news broadcasts involving the orphanage had left him in a slight state of awe. A child at her age should be able to control her quirk by herself, after all it seemed that she was the same age as her Shouto. Currently he was not actively involved in any cases as he was letting some of his more experienced sidekicks take on some of their own cases.

A frown grew on his face as he thought back to the past. What he had done years ago was nothing short of abuse. His turquoise eyes drifted to his open hands and his frown deepened. It was with those hands that he had hit, slapped, and separated. It was with his own hands that he had split his open his own family. Of course he would not admit it openly, but he harbored a deep regret for his clouded judgement in his younger years. After all, his children had grown cold to him, and his own wife was driven into seeking asylum from him. Turquoise eyes narrowed as he clenched his fist on top of the desk top.

"Nuduzo, call the orphanage, we are making a visit."

"Y-Yes Mr. Endeavor," came the startled reply. The girl hurried out of the room and pulled out her phone to contact the orphanage. It was an unexpected answer from the seemingly cold hearted man who had burned the previous letter. She smiled slightly as she dialed the number that was written at the bottom of the letter and waited for the dial tone to pick up.

Meanwhile Endeavor had slumped in his chair and rested his arms against the desk. His flames weakly spluttered along as he laid his head on his arms. The screams still rang out in his head. He could still hear the shrill cry of Shouto's voice as he begged his father to stop, the scream of Rei as he towered over her; a literal ball of flames filled with rage.

"Rei.. Shouto, Fuyumi, Natsuo…. Touya.. I'm going to fix this. One day, I will." His voice was soft and broken for just a second before he shook his head and scoffed at his own emotions. With that, he rose to his feet and urged the flames back to a blaze.

"What did they say, Nuduzo?" He called out.

"They are excited and awaiting your arrival Mr. Endeavor."

"Grab our coats, let's get going."

The drive to the orphanage was silent as most of their outings were, however, it was nice that for once the car wasn't filled with tension or angst. Instead, a calm had fallen over Endeavor, or perhaps it was more of a solemnity. Nuduzo had very little knowledge of Endeavor's family or personal life, however she knew that things had not been very peachy. The first time she asked about the bedraggled photo he kept in one of his drawers, she had been reprimanded harshly.

"My personal life is nothing you need to worry about." He had said as he snatched the photo back from her. Since then she had only learned bits and pieces of his history.

Endeavor's hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel as his aquamarine eyes barreled down the road with a seemingly harsh stare. In reality his mind was flooded with thoughts and feelings that he was too scared to admit. His face dropped into a scowl as he slowed down to a red stoplight. If he took in this girl how was he going to take care of her. His house was most definitely large enough, although he had not been home for a matter of days.

The stoplight turned green and he continued on towards the orphanage. Buildings rose to the sky here and there as they sped along. Nuduzo noticed the slight unfocused look in Endeavor's eyes and she smiled softly. As much as he tried to hide his constant flow of emotions under a gruff, harsh mask, she could catch on more than others. Of course it had caught him off guard at the beginning of her internship, but as they began to work together more, both of them had grown more used to her exceptional perception.

"You're not ready to let go of the past, are you," the words were not an accusation, more of a simple statement. Endeavor only replied with silence, however she could tell that she had struck home. His usually drawn back shoulders were slumped forwards and his eyes grew more unfocused.

"You're more than your past, Endeavor." Little did she know how much she was putting into those words.

The man's scowl returned and his eyebrows furrowed. If he was more than his past, then why was he filled with so many regrets. If he was more than his past, why was he still alone. If he was more than his past, then why did everything that he had put his life into never yield him any fruit.

Silence descended once more upon the car. The grandeur of the center of the city had begun to fade and more warehouses and neighborhoods began to dominate the vicinity. They slowed down slightly as they passed by U.A. Academy, but it was only for a few seconds. Nuduzo knew that Endeavor's youngest son attended the school, but that was about it. After only a few more minutes of driving, Endeavor pulled the car over to the side of the street.

The pair were parked in front of a small convenience store in a quaint neighborhood. After paying for the parking meter, they made their way over to the orphanage as it was only a block away.

Nuduzo watched as Endeavor took a large breath and let it out slowly. The woman shook her head and she looked away. He was nervous, but it wasn't her job to expose him. After all, they both had a reputation to keep.

Next chapter should be up in a few days!