The silence the darkness bring. It holds too many secrets… Yet, it carries the many truths that many don't see what it knows.

"Why do you want to become a hero?"

She opens her eyes, seeing nobody... Until she looked down, and saw... A child-version of herself, staring at the darkness.

The little girl, smiling so bright, eyes flashing with pure innocence, answered the voice.

"My Daddy was a hero and died saving people. So, I want to be a hero and become like him!"

The fourteen year-old frowned at the little girl, watching the child fading away... Replacing the little girl, an eight year-old version of herself came forth.

"I want to be a hero, because I want to help others in need! That's what Izuku and I want to do: To help, and protect the innocent!"

She narrowed her eyes at the girl.

…She can hear secrets behind her words… Lies, by not admitting the whole truth.

"You hear the half-lie, because you knew the whole truth you kept from others... Sierra Arashi."

…Sierra… Arashi…?

Oh! That's right! That's her…! That's her name.

The veil pulled itself from her eyes… Again, the darkness greets her… However, this time, there's a presence with her.

"Why do you want to become a hero?"

She stared up at the darkness.

Why do I want to become a hero?

…She didn't have the slightest idea.

"Did you not here what you answered, in the Past? Aren't they the truth to the question?"

The girl simply stared off into space.

…I don't know...

…Something warm encircled her, but saw nothing that embraced her.

"Why do you want to become a hero?"

She stared down at her feet.

…'To help others'...

…It's a lie... And she knew it.

The warmth went cold... Tears ran down her face...

…Because… I'm broken...

…A truth... One of the many she kept...

"Why do you want to become a hero?"

The voice believes her... It wants to know more.

…Because... I suffered...

She fell to her knees.

…Because… It's my fault…!

Her ears picked up the sound of a heavy beating… Slowing down in its rhythm...

…Because...

The pace went slower...

…I want...

It went silent...

…To die...

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"SIS!"


Izuku stood at the entrance of the door... Emerald-green eyes, bloodshot and glossy, stared down at the small-figure on the bed...

…She can't be her, but he can't refuse to deny the person in bed is. Who lay still on the white-mattress, covered by an aluminum foil blanket, that hid hot water-bottles, wirings and bandages around her damaged form. A breathing mask, covering the bottom-half of her face, over her pale-lips that still had some blue.

…The one who helped him protect their classmates from villains... Who could slip away at any moment, dying from saving Asui, Mineta, Eraser Head and himself from being killed by Nomu and Shigaraki...

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…Who suffered, by their actions from the past.

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Sierra Arashi.

Tears filled his eyes... Tears he thought to have shed all away with his mother, three days ago.

He took his spot to the right-side of the bed, reaching underneath the aluminum blanket to grab for her hand.

The moment the hand was pulled away by one of the water-bottles it laid over, it went cold. Not freezing cold as it was when she was first brought to Recovery Girl, but still cold enough to see the color of her nails purple. They showed the sign of poor circulation going on through her body.

A disappointed sigh left his lungs, but he didn't released her smaller-hand from his, hoping the heat from his own hand would help keep it warm.

Across from where he sat, on the other side of the room, Shōta Aizawa laid in his own hospital bed, wrapped in bandages and both his arms cast up.

He woken up the next day later, after Recovery Girl treated him for his injuries. When he gained some recollection on what just happened, he demanded to know what happened to Sierra... He didn't take the news about her condition not going well, despite not showing much of a reaction or any expression behind his bandages.

None of the other Pro Heroes, who went to the U.S.J. to save All Might and the students on time from the villains, felt any joy of stopping the bad guys when learning one of their students is in critical state... Present Mic nearly had a breakdown when he found out she flatlined, twice, during treatment.

Since he woke up, Aizawa made certain to watch over Sierra and absolutely refused to be moved to another room. Some of the teachers thought he's doing it out of guilt... Most, however, speculated that he does care for one of his own students and wants to make sure she pulls through.

Inko Midoriya, having to learn from Izuku and some of the other teachers about the incident, was absolutely livid when hearing what happened to both her son and god-daughter. She may tend to get very emotional, but when either of the two teenagers get hurt, she practically becomes a full blown Mama Bear.

As soon as she's been told of Sierra's condition, Inko immediately contacted her siblings and told them about the villain attack towards her class... She held off about the state of her injuries, let alone flatlining. She knew that they wouldn't be able to handle hearing that their sister basically died two times, while they were away, over the phone. They're still hurting from the loss of their mother, even after nearly ten years since her passing.

So, she decided to not tell them.

It took a lot of convincing, but Inko was able to talk the siblings to stay at their business trips and she'll be able to take care of their injured sister until they get back from their trips. Though, there's no guarantee they'll stay away as scheduled and could end up popping back at any moment. So far, it's been three days since she called them and there's been no word or sign of the older-siblings returning. So, there's some good news.

While waiting for her to wake up, Izuku couldn't help but blame himself.

'I should've known what was going on,' he thought. 'All the time she would flinch whenever I would pat her on the back, or the time she would ask if she could stay one more day with us... She knew the instant he takes her away, he'll beat her and take her to-... The Dark Room... To killersFUCKING VILLAINS! How did Mom and I not notice any of the injuries, let alone the fear whenever he comes to pick her up?! Why didn't anybody notice what was going on, until she was dying in the hospital?! Why the hell didn't I figured out that her fire, was actually her own body heat and was going through the stages of Hypothermia?!'

"Don't beat yourself up, Midoriya." Aizawa told his student, knowing very well what the look on the teenager's face was telling him. "You didn't have any idea what was going on and because you, also, just learnt of this new ability she has, you couldn't figure out that her fire ability was her own body heat."

He glared up at his teacher, his eyes showing the anger he has towards the villains that attacked them at U.S.J., towards Shigaraki's confession to torturing his god-sister... And at himself, for never realizing what she had to live through at the age of three.

"I should've known," he replied. "My mom, myself, even her own siblings or at least some of the neighbors, should've noticed something was off. She would cry and beg for my mom to stay with us longer, whenever he would come over to pick her up. She would always arrive early and immediately grab for her backpack and start running for home, every day at school. I would even find her quivering underneath my bed every morning, on the day she would have to go back home."

His hand shook a bit, as tears ran down his cheeks.

"In the end, when we finally found out who he really was and got him arrested for attempted murder of a minor, it was all in vain: Her mother ended up dying from terminal cancer, thinking it was all her fault that Sis almost died, and her siblings were forced to live with their dad, leaving her alone and almost sent to Foster Care, if her mom hadn't appointed my mother as her god-mother."

Underneath his bandages, Aizawa's eyes zeroed down at the unresponsive girl.

"She didn't go with her siblings, to live with their dad?"

Izuku shook his head.

"She's their half-sister," he answered. "They have different fathers, and her dad died when she was only a week old. And because the family from her mother's side of the family lives far away and refuse to take any of them in, along with not knowing any relatives from her father's side of the family, she didn't have any family to go to except my mom and I. Her siblings were forced to go live with their dad and his family, most of the week away, while their mother was sick and staying at the hospital to get treated, until she passed away and were forced to leave Sis behind to live with their father."

His grey-eyes widened from the news.

"Her father died... When she was just a week old?"

The fifteen year-old nodded his head.

"Yeah. From what Mom told me, he died fighting a villain who was going to sink the city with some powerful Earth Quirk. -He gave him a sad smile, before looking down at his sister.- He became her inspiration on becoming a hero."

Shōta Aizawa stared at the girl, his heart going out for the hardship and difficult changes she had to endure in her childhood.

"After being put through Hell for so long, at such a young age, it's no wonder she wants to be a hero."

Izuku nodded his head.

"I know. But, honestly, she's already been a hero, long before she got out of there... She was the first and only person to support me on my dreams, during our childhood... To me, she's my hero... For saving me."


"Why do you want to become a hero?"

She found herself on a rooftop… School!

…Middle School... July Fourth… 9:57 P.M...

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A boy...

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A ledge...

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Tears...

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...Izu…

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"IZU!"

Hands grabbed the boy's arm...

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...They held scars... And blood...

...They don't pull him away... They don't let him go...

…Sad eyes stared into empty eyes… Defeated eyes… Death Eyes of Freedom...

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…Tears sent out message to fight. Pleads for Precious Brother to fight...

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…Eyes, that knows pain... Begged to not be left behind...

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Pleads to join... For Death Eyes of Freedom, for self...

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He takes a step forward...

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To her...


The hand he held make a slight movement.

Izuku jerked his head up, fast enough to make his neck pop, and immediately stood out of his seat.

"Sis?!" He cried out, startling his teacher to sit up from his own bed and see what was going on when hearing the chair falling to the ground.

"..."

The hand in his own slightly moved again... This time, the fingers slightly curled a bit to grasp back.

His eyes grew.

"Sis, it's me!" He called out, resting his left-hand on top of her head,. "Can you hear me? It's Izu!"

The hand slowly started to loosen its grip on his right-hand, making Izuku scared and now desperate to getting her to respond to his voice.

"No!" He yelled, glaring down at the injured teenager. "Don't you dare stop, Sis! You never once gave up on anything in your entire life. You were always there for me and never once gave up on me, especially when I was going to end it all and give up on existing, like Kacchan would keep telling me to do since we were in third grade."

Aizawa was completely taken back from what the fifteen year-old just said. Out of all the students that he would probably have guessed would have some sort of problems in there personal life, while he did read about him and Bakugo growing up together and the older teen picking on him, he never expected Izuku to actually consider committing suicide.

'It's no wonder she's so overprotective over Midoriya, especially when Bakugo would trash talk about him or picks a fight with him. If he's been torturing him to kill himself-... It's a wonder that he keeps putting up with Bakugo's harassment throughout all these years.'

"You always made sure that I never gave up, and I sure as hell am not going to let you start giving up. We even Special Promised to each other that when we become heroes, we're going to be partners and work side-by-side, to become great heroes. Remember, on why you want to become a hero."


"Why do you want to become a hero?"

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He ties a black-bandana over her eyes. He always covers it with sunglasses... His hands clamps down at her small-hand, pulling her through the darkness...

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She finds herself in an empty bar; alcohol and cigarettes suffocates her lungs and nose...

…She rather choke in the smoke, than breathe in the blood and corpse...

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"You're not the first, and you sure as hell won't be the last."

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…Fire...

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…It scorched her back...


Tears ran down her closed eyes... A choked up sob was the only answer Izuku got from her.

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Then...

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...She screams!


Recovery Girl finished checking over her younger-patient's back. In all her years as a Quirk Healer and Medical Physician, she seen many wounds most normal doctors hope to never bare witness of.

…Only a few of those injuries she would treat, would stay embedded in her mind for the rest of her days.

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…These are one of those injuries, that'll never leave her mind and stick with her, even when she passes on to the next life.

At a far away distance, the third degree burns would be easily spotted, like the changing color of a streetlight.

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…At closer examination, the burns couldn't hide the awful truth they try to hide.

Many rows of scar tissues covered the entire red-area of the burns... Rows upon rows, upon rows of scars, stacking on top of each other. Even with trained, expert eyes, it was very difficult to figure out which one was first, which one started and where it ended. Some looked to be done by nails, a few from a butter-knife or two, a scalpel... Many done by a hunting knife, and butcher knives... She spotted whiplashes within the group.

There are even some findings of cigarette burns at her shoulder-area, next to the deep finger-markings, making some part of the burn area redder and more cracked than the rest of her back… Small puncture marks made by needles, could barely be seen beneath the scars.

…In the center of the massive markings of scars… A single shotgun...

…In those moments, Chiyo Shūzenji wished to having a Quirk ability to find the villains and make them pay for harming a child to such extreme measures.

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…She secretly performed a rape kit test, without anybody's acknowledge... The villains didn't do anything else to traumatize the poor girl any further, besides the torture they put her through, much to her vast relief; physical abuse is much more treatable, than sexual abuse.

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Another test informed the healer, however, of some toxic-like substance lurking inside of her whole back.

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…It's been fully active for years!

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…Now, she wished to having One for All, for herself, and California Smash* them all, all around the Earth and back… Especially, now she figured out why her Healing Quirk wasn't able to heal any of the injuries Sierra sustained from the villainy attack on her back.

'After all she's been through: Every cut they carved into her flesh, The many burns that scorched her back, the blood that's been shed that turns into scars... Every time the poison would force her through pain, that brings her to tears… She's still fighting… -She laid a hand over the girl's forehead, feeling warmth building up to inform the nurse her patient's body is regaining her body heat.- …It's more than a miracle… It's an act from God, himself, that she's still alive. I'm more stunned that after going through such level of torment, judging from the extend of her scars and burns, she didn't sustain any mental problems and is pushing to becoming a hero.'

"How is she, Chiyo?" Aizawa asked, looking to his right and watching the healer finish changing the girl's bandages before pulling a regular blanket over her body. She removed the aluminum blanket this morning, after finding her body no longer at a dangerous level, but kept the warm water-bottles on to keep her warm until tonight.

"Doing better than yesterday," the healer informed. "Though, I wish I can say the same for her back. My powers are having no effect to the injuries she sustained from that Nomu creature that marked her back and the self-infliction from yesterday, and I see the clear signs of scarring to appear. Whatever kind of poison this 'Arsenius' administered into her, it's something I've never encountered before."

Aizawa felt rage boiling in his heart at the mentioning of that name.

Since the police had been investigating the attack at U.S.J., Detective Tsukauchi and the police had been investigating the school to find any leads about the two villains that got away.

…It was during that time, they questioned Izuku about his fight with the villains to give them any details and/or description about the two... It was there, he told the police and the teachers about the terrible discovery that they were his god-sister's abusers... One of which admitting to knowing Arsenius, the one who's the caused to her mother's death and attempted to murdering Sierra.

While the police are in the process of interrogating Arsenius in Tartarus, hoping to find a way to get him to reveal where their hideout is, without giving him a deal to get out of prison or lessening his punishment, all the teachers can do now is improve on their securities to prevent another villain attack amongst their students and school, again.

After making certain that the IV in her arms are still transmitting fluids and nutrients to the unconscious girl, Recovery Girl went over to Aizawa to check on his injuries.

"How are your eyes doing, Shōta?" Chiyo asked, slowly unwrapping the bandages from his face to properly examine his eyes and facial structure before checking on his arms.

"Still the same as the last time you asked me; completely fine, no pain or any blurred visions." He blankly answered, fighting off the urge to scratch at his face when the bandages came off. "Those eye drops Arashi gave me, they've really did some major improvements to my visions; I was actually able to use my Quirk much longer than I would normally be able to do, and didn't have to blink as often."

With a flashlight in hand and shining the light in his eyes, Recovery Girl's trained eyes can see from the pupils from his eyes reacting normally to the light, that his vision hadn't been badly effected or any seriously damaged from the attack.

"Indeed, your eyes are healing up so nicely." She commented, moving on from the eyes to prodding his face, feeling for any sign of improper bumps or certain wounds from within his face that told her something didn't heal right. "In fact, I'd say your eyes had never been so sharp or strong, since your encounter with Eruption. Whatever is inside of those eye drops, they're really doing a grand job on improving your sights."

"Yeah…" The thirty-one year-old replied, his eyes gazing back at the girl. "From what she told me, her brother and a colleague of his are hoping to finding a way to figure out how the drops are improving a person's eyesight, so it could help their patients that have serious eye problems."

Chiyo smiled at the news, enjoying the conversation they're having, while feeling nothing out of place to make her concern about Aizawa's face recovering wrong.

"I have no doubt, any siblings of Sierra's, would surely be as kind and dedicated to helping others as her. -She moved down to his arms, feeling the breaks and earning some wincing from the adult. That, she's expecting to get a response and is glad to not find no sign of losing any feelings to his limbs.- Though, I must say, for her to know how to set the bones exactly as they should and to wrap your arms up, means this brother of hers surely made certain she knows what to do when dealing with injuries."

After finishing her check up on his arms and giving him a kiss to one of his arms, speeding up the healing process to his injuries, Recovery Girl went to leave the two of them to go check on Thirteen and see how her healing progress is going.

As someone who went through the procedure on being healed by Chiyo Shūzenji, Shōta felt his body feeling a whole lot better... Only to then feel so tired and drowsy, feeling his stamina sapping away the instant his arms and face felt completely better.

He grumbled at the loss of energy, laying his head back down on the pillow.

'It's one thing on having to sleep in a lot during the day, but to be forced to sleep from medical procedure, that's something I can't stand to tolerate… Well, nothing I can do about it right now, except to get on with it; the sooner I fall asleep, the quicker I'll wake up and go back to teaching my students. Hizashi and All Might had better be using their time to educate them and not to do what they want to do that isn't used for educational purposes, or I'll make sure to use them as our decoy targets for next Hero Training Session.'

As he waited for the drowsiness to lure him to sleep, he looked over at his student for a third time.

While Recovery Girl's Quirk did help heal both of her collarbones, left-wrist and the head trauma she sustained in battle, for some reason, the poison is able to prevent the cuts from her back to heal. Whatever the poison is, it's clearly dangerous and must be removed from the girl, ASAP. Until they can figure out what sort of concoction and chemical trait the poison carries, all they can do is monitor the girl's health and hope the blood sample Chiyo sent to some of her colleagues will give them a hint to finding out what kind of poison they're dealing with.

His mind was still processing on witnessing what the poison actually does to the fourteen year-old... It terrifies him to the bone.


Flashback…
Izuku waited to see if Sierra would make any response, after that heartfelt plea he made to her to keep fighting and to finally wake up. So far, there's been no sudden changes. The only thing that seemed to change, is the increased beating from the heart-monitor hooked up to her chest.

Thinking she wasn't going to wake up at any moment, Aizawa laid back down in his bed and closed his eyes, attempting to fall back asleep.

…Until, a whimpering sound interrupted his concentration to sleep, snapping his eyes open and sitting back up. Turning his head, he saw Izuku having a worried look on his face, calling out her name, when he saw tears gliding down his face...

…Then, without warning, her eyes snapped open...

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…And screamed, bloody murder.

Immediately, Izuku's eyes widened in horror and pinned her to the bed.

"Sis!" He yelled, watching the withering girl struggle beneath his hold, as she kept on screaming.

Aizawa struggled to get out of bed, getting to his feet and limping towards the two teenagers.

"Midoriya, what's going on?!" He yelled, which seemed to make the girl fought even harder to get out of bed and break free from Izuku's hold on her.

"It's her back!" The fifteen year-old called out, wincing when the girl sent a kick to his side. Luckily, he's a lot stronger and fully recovered from his injuries, while her body is still trying to regain enough body heat to no longer be at the danger level. "The poison's causing her pain, from her back!"

She screamed, her eyes unable to truly see her god-brother trying to get her to calm down… Eyes, that shows pain and fear... An animal, being tortured.

Without much of a warning, she morphed into a black panther and swiped at Izuku, rolling off the bed in the process and pulling at the wires and IVs that stuck to her body. If not for his quick reflexes, he would've surely been marked by her claws and when she learns what she did, he knew she would keep distance from everyone or even lock herself in her room until she knew she could be trusted.

Last time she unintentionally injured somebody through her fit, it being her two brothers, she hid herself in her room under the bed for four days straight, until Jeremy threatened to take her to the doctors if she didn't start eating, again... Last time she had a fit that involved the Midoriya Family, her tail smacked Inko to the table and tore at one of Izuku's plain shirts when he got too close to her muzzle... She ended up running away to the park, staring down at her reflection in a pond... Encircled by ducks, sleeping against her.

The heart monitor, no longer attached to her, made the sound of a flatline, irritating the cat's hearing and roaring in anger and pain, while the IVs were ripped away, making her arms bleed… And, right in front of Izuku and Aizawa, she turned her own claws to herself, digging them into her back.

"Sis, no!" Izuku yelled, grabbing at the paw to pull it away from her flesh.

Immediately, Shōta activated his Quirk on her, stopping her from sinking her claws into her ribs and reverting her back to her human-self... Only to find that to be a grave error, when he saw the claw-marks on her back was much larger on her back than it appeared when she was a black panther.

Sierra fought underneath Izuku, who laid himself over her back, ignoring the blood coating his shirt, wrapping his arms over her chest and waist to pin her arms to her side.

"It's okay, Sis!" He yelled, tears gliding down his face while his sister kept screaming her lungs out. "It'll all be over, soon! Just keep fighting it!"

She reared her head up, slamming the back of her head against his jaw, but he held on tight. He has no intention on letting her go, not until she finally calms down and is no longer a danger to herself or to himself and their teacher.

Aizawa kept his Quirk activated, knowing Midoriya would end up getting himself hurt to calm his god-sister down and must make sure the wellbeing of one of his student won't be put in jeopardy from the action of another student. Whether it's intentional, or not.

The door suddenly slid open, bringing Aizawa and Izuku's attention to look up… Standing at the door, is Toshinori and Recovery Girl.

One look on the screaming girl, fighting to break free from Izuku's grasp, and Chiyo came forth, a syringe in hand.

"My, you're causing quite a fuss, Dearie." She stated, pulling part of the fourteen year-old's sleeve away from her left-shoulder to make a spot to inject the needle.

Sierra snarled at her and tried snapping her teeth at the healer, only for Izuku to move the arm that wrapped itself over her chest to get in the way... Biting his arm in Chiyo's place, drawing blood.

He gasped in pain at the feeling of teeth digging into his arm.

"Young Midoriya!" Toshinori called out, coming over to their right and moved to remove her mouth from his successor's arm.

"No!" The fifteen year-old growled out, giving his predecessor a serious look. "She's scared, and in serious pain! She's not aware of her actions! -He turned to Recovery Girl, giving her an urgent plea.- Sedate her! Please!"

Not having to be told twice, Chiyo jabbed the needle into her arm and pushed the clear liquid into her body.

Sierra pulled her teeth from her god-brother's arm, screaming at the feeling of the cold traveling down her arm and up into her neck... In seconds, the struggling slowed down... Barely thirty seconds after the injection, she was out cold.

Once she was completely out, Izuku removed him off his sister, wincing from the claw-marks she inflicted on herself. Aizawa stopped using his Quirk, relieved that it's finally over. Though, as he watches Toshinori lifting the girl off the ground and back on her hospital bed, on her stomach, today's event made him realize how much further her abusers went to putting his student in so much agony and knew, as he observes Recovery Girl treating the claw-marks, that he wants to find the men responsible for what they did to her.
End of Flashback...


His anger boiled towards the man who made her go through this painful process for barely over a decade, wishing to go to Tartarus and give that piece of shit a horrific lesson so badly, it'll leave him in a body cast for years.

'If Chiyo and her friends can't find an antidote for the poison, I'll go with Detective Tsukauchi to Tartarus and see if I can "persuade" him to tell us what he used on her.'

He kept staring at his student, feeling somewhat calm from the peaceful expression on her face. He let out a tiring sigh.

"You sure know how to get everybody wild up," he said to her. "...I'm just glad you pulled through, Arashi... When you wake up and are fully healed, you better not pull a stunt like that, ever again! I already have one problem child in my classroom, which you already should know it being your god-brother, I don't want to have to deal with another one."

He received no sign or response from the girl, just as he expected to gain from her. Another sigh left his lungs. He couldn't be angry with her; she already has enough on her plate to be more concerned about, once she wakes up.

At the top on her list to worry about, having to be prepare for the next encounter with the villains, who want to kidnap her and make her relive her Hell she was barely able to escape from at the age of five.

He closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion starting to seep in.

"Focus on getting better, first, so you can finally wake up and we can help you deal with what you went through... and next time we cross paths with your abusers, we're going to make damn well certain they'll pay for what they did to you."

As he fell into the sweet relief of slumber, he didn't notice the small-smile that appeared on Sierra's face.


"Why do you want to become a hero?"

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…Rain, snow and hail, all together, coated her in water and ice.

Her clothes are in tatters, her shirt barely holding on to cover the many cuts and bruises plastered on her skin, with no shoes or socks to cover her bare feet from the harsh ground.

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...There eyes, however, showed deceit... Their smile, a wicked grin...

"I swear, runaways are becoming so ungrateful these days! They should know better than to leave in the pouring rain, worrying their parents to death!"

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She screamed in pain, begging the person to stop pulling at her arm. To hear her when telling the person of the "Bad Man"...

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She gave them the number for her Aunt Amai...

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April Twelfth, the Next Day...
Chiyo finished her examination, a smile telling Aizawa that it's very good news.

"You're almost completely healed, Shōta." She informed, taking the bandages off the bed and putting them in a bin. "You should be able to make a full recovery, at the end of the day. So, you can start teaching again, starting tomorrow."

That was very good news to Aizawa; he was getting cooped up, being stuck in bed all day in the ICU. And that's saying something, considering all the time he would sleep the day away during class time.

In the room with them and Sierra, are Izuku, Nezu, Hizashi and Nemuri Kayama. Class already ended a few minutes ago, so Izuku tends to go see his god-sister and stay with her for about an hour before heading on home. While Nezu came to check up on both his employer and student, with Nemuri offering to help Chiyo as her assistant and Hizashi wanting to check on his friend.

"That is very good to hear." Nezu commented, smiling his usual smile. "I know that the students of Class 1-A would be very ecstatic to have their homeroom teacher back. -He turned his gaze to the fourteen year-old girl, still sleeping while Izuku holds her hand in both of his.- And what of Young Arashi? Is there any good news about our little fighter?"

Everyone in the room are dying to know if she'll be waking up, anytime soon; most of the students of Class 1-A had been asking how she's doing and with Izuku not knowing the answer to their question, they've been instructed to not bother Recovery Girl.

...They saw, from the security camera of the infirmary, her fit from the poison taking it's toll on her and knew they couldn't risk any of them getting hurt like Midoriya... It made them sick to witness what the villains make her go through... Some of the Pro Heroes ended up getting sick, literally, when their stomach couldn't handle the sight of her self-inflicting or the blood pouring out from the wound.

Chiyo sighed a tiring sigh, but her smile remained on her face.

"Despite having a relapse from the poison, she should be waking up anytime soon, probably at around midday tomorrow. She'll be having some serious back aches for the next couple of days, from her self infliction to her back, but will be making a full recovery."

That was a major relief to everyone in the room... However, they knew she's keeping something from them and has yet to inform them if she or her colleagues found a solution to the poison. Which means, there's still no cure and Sierra will still be going through the painful process of the poison causing her pain.

As always, Nezu simply smiled at the situation.

"That is very good news to hear," he replied. "Let us hope, when she's ready, to begin her PTSD Treatment. No doubt, her family will agree to our offer to help her recover from her ordeal with the villains."

Izuku narrowed his eyes from his suggestion. Not out of anger, but from the adults not having to read her files thoroughly.

"She only has her siblings," he informed them. "Besides my mom being appointed as her god-mother, her only relatives that are in her life, are her older half-siblings."

The news he gave them was very puzzling to the adults, with Nezu, Aizawa and Chiyo hearing the clear sign of anger in his voice. While they learned that her mother died when she was five, none of them looked in further to learn about her family from either side of her parents, let alone realized that she doesn't share the same last name as her siblings.

"Don't they have any relatives to help them out?" Hizashi asked, a bit taken back when the fifteen year-old shook his head.

"Her grandmother, her mother's own mom, disowned Aunt Cici after discovering she was pregnant with Sis and made it clear to their family that she didn't want anybody to help her or her children. From what I've been told by her older-brother, Jeremy Mūa, only a few of their relatives would talk to them from time to time and, only a couple of times, would invite them over for the holidays. And because they didn't know any relatives from her father's side of the family, she only has her siblings, my mom and myself as her only relatives."

Midnight folded her arms over her chest, firmly tapping her foot in anger from hearing how cruel Sierra's grandmother was in the past and seems to still refuse to acknowledge any of her grandchildren as her own.

"Did her grandmother ever bother to check up on her daughter, when she was dying from cancer?"

Again, Izuku shook his head, angering the adults.

"Her sister, Sierra's Aunt Susan, and their own aunts and uncles, along with some of their cousins, would come over to see her, but only for a short while. Not once, did her grandmother ever came to see Aunt Cici. Though, she did attend to her funeral... She wasn't as upset like the rest of us were, but she did seem sad. Still, even then, she refused to do anything to help Sis or her siblings out. She didn't even had any second thoughts when she made it clear that she didn't want to take in Sierra, while her siblings were forced to go live with their dad and his family. And because they knew there would be problems within the family if any of them took her in, the rest of her relatives also backed down the offer to care for Sis."

Yeah, all of the adults within the room were appalled from Izuku's information about Sierra's family. It made their blood boil that even in her time of great need, a five year-old who went through Hell and back, her maternal family would turn their backs and leave her in the care of strangers, if the Midoriyas didn't step in.

Though, from her behavior and interactions with the other students, while she's kind and loyal, apparently shows the clear signs of past actions did its damage to her social-life.

Then, Midoriya's phone vibrated and when pulling it out, found his mother calling him.

"Hello?" He answered, holding the phone with his left-hand and still keeping a firm grip on Sierra's right-hand with his own.

"Izuku, they're coming back!" Inko exclaimed on the other-side of the line.

"Who's coming back?" He asked, confused on who is mother is referring to.

"Her siblings! They're coming back early, and are heading for the school!"

His eyes widened and stood out of his chair, surprising the adults.

"'Now'?!" He replied, staring down at his god-sister. "But they weren't supposed to be back for another week! You assured them we would take care of her, until they get back from their trip!"

"I know, but they changed their minds when they informed me about seeing the news of your classroom being attacked by villains. They want to see her."

Izuku whispered a "Damn it" underneath his breath, forgetting that their experience with villains was aired when some of the cops investigating the U.S.J., against their boss' orders, spilled the beans to the reporters about the event that took place.

"They're heading for the school, right now?" He asked, which his mother confirmed his question with a yes. He grumbled. "I'll let the teachers know. Thanks for telling me, Mom."

"No problem, Izuku. Remember, to give Ra Ra a hug for me before you leave and be careful when heading home."

He smiled at her words.

"I will, Mom. Love you."

"I love you and Sierra, too, Izuku."

He hung up the phone and turned to Nezu.

"Her siblings are coming to the school to see her," he told them. "Will it be all right to let them in? Her older-brother is a doctor and Quirk Healer, himself. They want to make sure she's okay."

Nezu simply smiled at them.

"I see no problem for them to come into the school," he replied. "I'll inform Cementoss of three family members of Arashi coming over, and to help lead them to the Infirmary. -He got out of his chair and walked over to the sleeping girl, laying a paw on the left-side of her head.- I think having her family to come see her, would help her with her recovery. I, also, think now would be a good time to discuss with them about counseling their sister to help her overcome her PTSD."

Izuku smiled at his principal, nodding his head in agreement.

"Thank you, Mr. Principal." He thanked, bowing his head a bit to show his gratitude. "Though, it's probably best to give you a quick heads up: They're very overprotective… And her older-brother, Jeremy, may go "mad doctor" on us if we tell them about-... Her abusers."

The mammal knew what he was asking of them, and he believe that his decision is the right one to make.

"We will only inform them about the villain attack, but not identifying the two leaders to being her past abusers." He informed, his smiling dropping a bit. "And thanks to Recovery Girl's healing, we can avoid telling them of her fight against Nomu and inform her siblings to being one of the few who received some injuries, while fighting alongside her fellow classmates. After all, the school is responsible for all of their students' health and safety. And, as such, we'll take full responsibility."

While it wouldn't be a complete lie, Izuku only hoped neither of the three siblings would figure out the secret they'll be keeping from them.

'Hopefully, they won't be too angry at the school; it was, after all, something they didn't expect to ever happen.' Again, staring down at his sister, he gripped her hand a bit tighter... Earning a weak, grasping grip back to his own. 'This is her dream, after all, and nobody should take away her opportunity to be trained by Pro Heroes. Even, her own siblings.'


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The sound of frantic footsteps could be heard from outside the Infirmary. Izuku, not being trained to recognized feet patterns like Sierra could, knew who those footsteps belonged to.

"Here they come." He warned the adults, getting out of his seat and moving away from the hospital bed. He knows they'll want to stand beside her, and didn't want to get in the way.

A few seconds later, the door was pulled open... Three of the Mūa siblings stood behind the door.

…Their eyes instantly locked on to their sister and, in seconds, they all circled her hospital bed.

Immediately, Jeremy laid a hand on her forehead, feeling out for any information from her body to inform him of any injuries.

…Seconds later, he snapped his eyes open and turned a glare to the adults.

"How the hell did she broke her collarbones, and ended up with Hypothermia?!"

His questioned startled everyone in the room.

Chiyo, stunned that the seventeen year-old was able to detect the past injuries she healed, came forth to the young healer. She gave him a serious look.

"You can sense injuries that already been healed?" She asked, earning surprised glances from the two older-siblings, while the third sibling glared down at the elderly woman.

"When I'm not using it to heal, my Quirk can let me feel out any changes that the body went through in the past and inform me what condition they were in, if it senses certain damage that the body had to push itself to heal." He answered, before glaring at the rest of the Pro Heroes in the room. "You are all Pro Heroes! And yet, none of you thought for a second, a bloody thought, your students could end up being targets by fucking villains?!"

Knowing he was going to curse and yell, Kyla went to cover her sister's ears. even when unconscious, she'll still react to any negative emotions and yelling. Josh, being the level headed big brother, laid a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Calm down, Moo." He said, staring down at his younger-brother, giving him a stern look. "It's not their fault; they didn't think the villains would go after their students, when they were trying to go after All Might."

"Exactly my point!" Jeremy yelled, yanking his shoulder out of his brother's grasp. "They should have taken higher measure on security, since the Number One Hero would be one of their teachers! Why else would the media be waiting outside of the school entrance, harassing all the students for an interview about All Might, when they never did so in the past before he decided to work at U.A.? Hell, they should have taken countermeasures when their security barrier got destroyed!"

Kyla glared at her younger-brother.

"Even if they did so, Jeremy, the villains would've still made an attack on them! There would also be a chance, that they would've brought in stronger villains to keep the other teachers from getting their students to safety. -She leaned in and nuzzled her head against Sierra's, taking in the comfort that her baby-sister is alive.- Just be glad that she's alive, and thank the teachers for keeping her and the rest of the students safe."

While this was going on, Shōta was taking a short catnap when their yelling woke him up. Annoyed, he looked over to tell them to keep it down, not wanting their yelling to disturb his student to get proper rest and for interrupting his own rest.

...Then, his eyes widened at the three that entered the infirmary.

...He was completely taken back at who he see before him and his fellow colleagues.

'...It... It can't be...'

If their appearances didn't stunned him enough, when hearing the two call the young healer by two separate names, names he knew from long ago... Names his fiancée used in the past for a child he got to know for over a year... He would believe his heart just jumped to his throat.

"J... Jeremy?" He called out, gaining the three siblings their attention, along with the other teachers and Izuku's own attention. "...Moo-Moo?"

Throughout their conversation with each other, none of them bothered to look over and see who else was lying in a hospital bed in the same room with their sister. When hearing somebody else call them by their own nickname that isn't friend of the family or relatives, was very surprising.

...When they saw who called Jeremy by his childhood nickname... Their jaws dropped in complete shock.

The untamed, mop black-hair. The pale skin. The small thin-hair over his lips... Greyish-black eyes, like the color of olives.

Despite there being a scar underneath his right-eye, the three immediately recognized the adult.

Josh, awestruck, was the first to respond.

"...Shō?" He whispered, surprising the adults and shocking Izuku.

The thirty-one year-old stared at the oldest-sibling, staring at the mullet that he recognized from another boy he knew in the past, realizing who he is.

"Josh?"

The moment he called out to his brother by his name, Jeremy came forward... And punched him in the gut.

Nobody expected that to happen, especially Aizawa.

"You bastard!" He yelled, ready to deliver another punch to the face when Hizashi grabbed him from behind and pulled him away from his friend. "You lying, son of a bitch! You mother fucking bastard!"

"I must ask of you to not engage any violent or combat with any of my employers, or I will have to have you escorted off the campus. Failure to comply, will result of you being charged for assault." Nezu told the seventeen year-old, his smile gone and a frown appeared in it's place. "Now, will you please explain to us on why you decide to attack Aizawa, and what sort of relation you have with him, considering you seem to know who he is?"

Jeremy glared at the wincing teacher, hunched over and curling his arm over his stomach. He felt no guilt from hurting the thirty-one year-old. Not one ounce of regret on punching him... Not when he wronged him, his older-siblings... But most of all, to the person who ended up dying and his baby-sister.

And since they don't know the truth, he had no problem answering Nezu's question.

...Nobody was prepared for what he said. Izuku and Aizawa, himself, being the most shocked when they heard what Jeremy said.

"He was our mother's fiancé... Our sister's father... And we were told he was dead!"

TBC


...I figured you were expecting this to happen... Again, I hate adding profanity and find no joy at doing so.

To figure out how and/or why they assumed he was dead, you're just gonna have to wait and see, in the next chapter.

*:…Why is all the names of All Might's Smash attacks, are from North America States? I mean, since he lives in Japan, why not name some of his smash moves from cities or lands in Japan, instead of all of it being names from States in North America? Or, why not just say Smash? Because, it's getting a bit annoying to follow up each of his moves that he calls them by names. Plus, if he just says Smash to all of his attacks, then the villains won't be able to notice a specific pattern or difference of each of his attacks.

…On that note... Why do a lot of shows have people yell out their attacks, loud enough that even villains can hear them call when they're about to attack? I mean, it isn't really necessary to do so; you don't have to call out the name(s) of your attacks, in order to unleash your attacks. You can say it in your head, just not out loud for your enemies to figure out you're going to attack, whether they know what the attack is going to be or not.

You guys got your first hint on which Hero Sierra's referring to.

R&R