"Twin… sister?" Inko whispered softly. Toshinori knew that she was staring at him, he could feel her stare at him burning a hole through him. "Why didn't you ever mention…?"

"I couldn't, because I had… forgotten about her." Toshinori whispered softly. Opening his eyes, he flipped through the photos. Indeed, they were all of him and his sister together. Or even some of the pictures of just his sister that made his heart twist like it never had before. The more he looked at the pictures, the more of his forgotten memories started to flood his mind. Seeming to flash before his eyes in an instant. It almost made him dizzy at the thought of it.

"Toshi? You okay? You're kind of pale." Inko whispered. She grabbed a hold of his hand, he hadn't even noticed that she had moved really. Seeming to walk with him to the couch and sat him down before leaving him alone to his thoughts. Whatever it was that she was doing, Toshinori didn't know but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the pictures. Just seeming to flip through them as he stared at all of the pictures.

There were even a few with him, Miyoko and their parents. All of them had smiles on their faces… so happy and carefree.

'I know why I forgot you, but I wished I hadn't. I could have found the man responsible for your choice.' he thought to himself before he felt more tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Here, this should help you." Inko whispered, he teared his gaze away from the photo and looked up at Inko and saw that she held a steaming cup of tea. He just looked from the tea back up at her. "It should help you calm down, your mind must be going over some kind of… um…" Inko paused as she tried to think of the right words before shaking her head. "No, your mind and heart are going through an overload, your mind with memories and your heart with emotions. This should help you relax until you can sort it out…"

Toshinori sighed softly before accepting the tea and slowly sipped away at the tea. Inko was right, his heart was surrounded by emotions. He felt joy, happiness, sadness, fear, loss, and many other emotions that he just couldn't fathom.

Yet, he knew that he should at least try to talk to Inko about his emotions. Everything was going through him so fast that it was like emotional whiplash.

"Toshi? Are you going to be okay?" Inko whispered.

He went to speak, yet when his lips parted no words escaped from him. Toshinori just sighed softly before looking down at his steaming cup of tea. It was as if his mind was about to explode from all of this information that just seem to keep flooding him. Rubbing his forehead, the young man turned to Inko and saw her concern green eyes as he whispered "I don't really know. How can I when I remembered my sister, my own twin when I had for years forgotten her because it was too painful?"

"What happened?" Inko whispered, scooting closer as she placed a gentle hand on his arm.

"She… she died. About six years ago." He whispered as he took a deep shuddering breath, hoping to calm his nerves.

They both sat in silence for a moment. If he was honest with himself, he didn't know that he even had a twin until the memories flooded back. Yet, it did explain a few things as he was growing up so to speak. In his memories, he had blank spots, more so when his aunt would mention some of the things that he would do with his parents or her when he was growing up but he had no memory of the event itself. Not to mention, the strange empty feeling that he had deep within him.

It wasn't the kind of connection you'd feel with your family, friends or in his case, the love he has for Inko. No, it was the loss of the connection one would have should they have a twin. He lost his twin, and that was the loss of connection that made him feel a bit empty yet could never truly explain to himself.

Closing his eyes, he knew now why his dreams where the way they had been. The way she died, the way she had been treated… he knew that deep down it wasn't his fault but damn it all he could have done something to help her. To have prevented her from ding such a thing and yet he couldn't save her.

"Toshi? You're crying…" Inko whispered, causing him to open his eyes and reached up and touched his cheek. Damn, he was.

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, no, you have no reason to be sorry. You never have a reason to be sorry just for crying. Why don't you tell me what happened? Talk to me Toshi, we agreed remember?"

Right, they had agreed. He'd tell her his story and she would tell him hers. It was only fair after all. All the things that they have been through thus far, he wondered though if it would make them stronger for it, or would it destroy the other? He had no idea, though he knew that he had to speak his mind about his sister or else it would just haunt him forever or worse, he may forget her again because of how painful the memory was.

He took a deep breath, his breath a little shaky and uneven as he tried to collect his wits about himself so he could go on with his story, though he figured he may as well start from the beginning. The time he and his sister had lost his parents and the vow he had made to his sister, himself and his aunt that day. After all, it was that day that he wanted to be a hero.

"Let me start from around the time my parents died, and… from when Miyoko and I started to live with our aunt." Toshinori whispered.

Toshinori sat in the hospital with a little girl, around the same age as him. Her hair was put up in pigtails, and her brown eyes filled with tears. "Mommy, daddy… Nori are they okay?" The little girl asked with a sniffle. He turned to stare at her and frowned a little before getting off of his seat and joined his sister and hugged her. The little girl just cried a little harder.

"I don't know Yoko, but… I'll be here. I'll keep you safe while mom and dad aren't here." Toshinori promised, patting his sister hoping that his promise would calm her down.

"But… where will we go if they're gone?" asked the little girl.

"We still have Aunt Nicole." He pointed out, which was true. Their mother's sister was on her way to see them. It was a long flight since their father had no family to tend to them, he was orphaned himself and had no one growing up. That much Toshinori remembered about his father's tales.

"Hello little ones." Said an elderly woman with a small smile on her face. Both children looked up and frowned a little as they saw the sadness on her face. "I'm sorry but… they didn't make it. Our quirks weren't enough to save them." It was then that Toshinori heard his sister sobbing more and clung to him like her life depended on it. OF course it made sense, they were mere children, both living in a world full of quirks and yet they didn't have one that could have saved their parents.

Toshinori frowned as he held his sister, his own tears lost in his sister's hair as he tried to keep them both together. He would do all he can to make sure that he protect his sister from all the dangers of the world. He would do all that he could even without a quirk, to keep her safe at all costs.

After that day, arrangements had been made for the twins to stay with their aunt. Of course, it was hard to adjust them at first as their aunt was a dead ringer for their mother. Made sense, since their mom and aunt were identical twins. Miyoko would cry almost every time they saw her though Toshinori would calm her down saying that it's their aunt, not their mother.

Toshinori had trouble adjusted in school because he didn't have a quirk, just like his sister. Though, his sister had a harder time adjusting as unlike him, she looked more like their father, inheriting more of their Japanese-linage. While Toshinori, had inherited more of their American-linage.

Miyoko was always being picked on and pushed around. Toshinori of course would always jump in getting the worst of it. Miyoko would fret over his injuries but he would just ignore it as if it were nothing. Their aunt would always notice the injuries on both twins but she'd wonder why Toshinori was always in worse shape. He would shrug it off as if it was nothing until one day he came home and he was in worse shape than he's ever been in.

"Toshinori!" He winced at the anger that was in her voice. Turning his gaze, he saw his aunts blazing blue eyes glaring down at him. "Why do you keep coming home like this? Miyoko is always crying because she keeps blaming herself for this so what is going on here?!"

"They keep bullying her! I'm just protecting my little sister!"" Toshinori said with a glare of his eyes. "I promised her that I would always protect her. I'll be a hero that everyone can look up too and if I can keep my sister safe then that is my first step to being a great hero!" Toshinori said with a serious glint in his eyes.

His aunt just sighed softly and gave her nephew a small smile before grabbing his hand and walked with him to the bathroom. "You are so much like your mother it's scary. She wanted to be a hero too, until she found her passion for art." She said before setting him on the toilet lid and started to treat his injuries. "Having a dream isn't a bad thing, but you have to make sure you can back up those words as well. Your sister is just going to keep crying when she sees you getting hurt for her sake and a hero is to make people feel safe and smile."

Toshinori nodded his head at those words and tried to do just that. After that, he trained in day in and out, the bullies had stopped bothering his sister since he started to be able to hold his own. Miyoko of course still worried about her brother but he just smiled at her. "You don't have to worry anymore Yoko, I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

"Are you sure Nori? I don't want you hurt anymore." Miyoko said with a frown on her face.

"Of course. I am older than you, it is the older sibling's job to help their younger sibling."

"You're older than me by a few minutes."

"Still older."

"You're such a dork."

"Yeah, but I'm still your brother."

Miyoko just giggled and it made Toshinori smile at that. To see his sister sad, it made his heart hurt though that was due to their connection. He could feel what she felt most of the time unless she hid it from him. It bothered him a great deal when she would hide what she felt from him and he knew that he would always be there to help her. No matter what he has to do, he would always protect her. "Yoko? Just know that if there is ever anything that you are upset about, or hurting about you know you can talk to me right?"

"Of course I do Nori, I'll always go to you the moment I need help. You are my own personal hero after all." Miyoko said with a bright and cheerful smile on her face.

Yet, that was back when times were happier. When they were teens, Toshinori and Miyoko decided they wanted to go to school in Japan. Their aunt, of course wanted to refuse since it was the place her sister died in but knew, that if they were anything like their mother then their minds were already set.

It had been months since they had gone to Japan and thanks to the connections they still had with their father's company, it paid for most of their schooling and boarding while the rest was paid for by their aunt. Miyoko and Toshinori of course had their own dorms for the time being and it had felt rather odd for the two of them to be in separate wings of the building but that was how it was meant to be.

After Toshinori had made his way to Japan, he had met a woman that saw potential for him in being a hero and started to take him on as a student. The training had been hard, Miyoko had fussed over him seeing the bruises on him and he just told her that it was part of being a hero and that he would do all it took to be a hero.

His quirk finally came to him and it was powerful yes. His sister had been rather confused as to why it awakened so late in his life instead coming around when they were children. But, they both had suspected that with both of their parents being quirkless that they themselves would never get one.

"Miyoko, just remember, I'm going to be a hero that everyone can depend on. You don't have to worry anymore. I'll make sure that you find happiness and can live a happy life instead of one of sadness." Toshinori had promised her, a small smile on his face.

Miyoko just smiled at him, happy to hear that he was doing all he could to be a hero. On their free time, when he wasn't training trying to get into UA, and Miyoko working on art, they would spend time together. It was on one day, that Miyoko revealed something to Toshinori.

"So, I met a guy. His name is Takahashi-san." Miyoko said with a small smile on her face. Toshinori just blinked as he stared at his sister. Over the years she had grown into a beautiful woman, a man would kill to be with. Her hair was long and pulled back in a high ponytail with two locks framing her face. Her brown eyes shining with happiness and joy at finding someone. "I think he's the one Nori, I hope he is."

"I hope so. Because remember, if he ever hurts you I'll kick his ass." Toshinori said with a chuckle.

Miyoko laughed as she slapped his shoulder. "Nori, you can't go around beating up my boyfriends. I need to make sure you are kept in line though too. You need a woman in your life." Miyoko said with a giggle before Toshinori just rolled his eyes at his sister. This was something that had been going on a year or two now. Toshinori never showed interest in anyone and had always avoided dating. He was far too busy trying to be a great hero.

Though, he knew that maybe one day he'll find someone. For now though he was happy being single. "I'll be happy one day Yoko, you just focus on your happiness alright?" He said with a smile on his face.

Yet, over the course of a year, he had noticed a great change in his sister. Her smiles were few, she almost never spoke to him and when she did, she always wore long sweaters or long sleeved shirts. One time, he even confronted her when he felt a pain going through their twins bond.

"Yoko, you need to leave him." Toshinori said with a glare.

"I can change him though Nori."

"No, you can't! Look at yourself damn it!" Toshinori seethed his anger as he rolled up his sister's sleeves and saw the scars. Some still healing while others had healed long ago. He noticed the burns and cuts on her skin and narrowed his eyes over the scars. "He's hurting you Yoko, I'll talk to him. I'll tell him to fuck off before he hurts you ever again."

"Nori, you don't have to worry about me. He can change, I'm sure he will. He just… loses his temper sometimes."

"Sometimes?! Yoko, look at yourself, really look at yourself. You have scars, he doesn't want you to talk to me anymore. He does all he can to make sure you have been separate from me… I don't want to lose you." Toshinori said with fear in his voice. The only time he's ever really been afraid of losing anyone other than their parents.

Miyoko just smiled as she said "Just you wait Nori, I'm sure he'll change. After all, he is the one for me and I'm the one for him. I'm sure of it, one day he'll change and we'll be happy. Maybe you'll even be an uncle and you can play with my children." She just giggled at that, though even though she tried to sound so happy and cheery, Toshinori knew that it was all forced. How she couldn't seem to smile anymore and just couldn't seem to get away.

Toshinori sighed softly as he watched his sister walk away. The chat would pop up now and again… and it would always be the same. He would plead with her to leave the man, plead for her to leave him and find someone else to love. For someone else to make her happy but she would always say the same thing. That he was only angry, that he's had a rough life and sometimes took it out on her instead of getting help.

Toshinori would never forgive that man though. He knew that if he could find him, he would have beaten some sense into him long ago but… then one day that all changed.

It had been a couple days since he last heard from his sister. What bothered him was that he didn't even feel anything from his twin's connection. Sure, he knew when she would block him, it was an ability they had mastered long ago but for some reason he felt like she was lost or something at this point.

Making his way to her apartment that was paid for, thanks for her art work, he knocked on the door. There was no answer. "Yoko? You home?" He called out, not sure if he would get any kind of answer. There was something wrong, even when she would try to avoid him she would always answer the door. It was part of a compulsion that she had.

Even Shouta and Hizashi knew that much from what he had told them in UA.

Crossing his arms a little, Toshinori tried again. Knocking on the door thinking that maybe his sister was sound asleep. Though it seemed that the same would just happen again. No answer. "Miyoko? Come on, I'm not in the mood for silly games here." He tried to sound serious, though really he was scared. He was frightened thinking that something happened to her.

Looking around for the spare key that she would leave out should the case arrive if she lost her main set, he found it under the mat and unlocked the door before walking in. Toshinori wriggled his nose at the scent that hit him hard. "God Yoko, what have you been doing in here?" He called out, wondering if he would get any kind of answer from his twin.

Still nothing.

"Okay, Miyoko, I don't know what you are playing here but seriously, answer me. I'm not in the mood to play games. I've just had the shit beaten out of me during combat training." Toshinori called out, hoping and praying that his sister was home. Or at the very least had just gone out before he had arrived. 'Please let that be the case here. Please god I beg of you…' He thought to himself as he made his way through the apartment.

Looking around he saw that the couch was barren, the cushions were slashed open so it made him wonder if there was a break in. Though then again no one knew about the spare key but himself and Miyoko. The door wasn't forced open and he saw no broken glass of any kind nor, a sign of a struggle.

Frowning a little, the young man tilted his head before making his way over to the couch and checked the slash marks. It seemed that these were careful cuts as they were cut down in a perfectly straight line. Rushed ones would have at least been a little jagged on fabric.

"Yoko?" He called out before making his way to the kitchen and frowned as he saw most of the drawers opened and the utensils scattered around as if the person who did it was looking for something in a rush. Tilting his head, Toshinori sighed softly as he opened the fridge, nothing in there. Odd, she always kept up with her groceries.

"Miyoko, please be alright. I am begging you here." He whispered, turning his head to the second hallway, which lead to her bedroom. Frowning a little, he made his way over to the bedroom door and slowly pushed it open. "Are you in here Miyoko?" Called Toshinori, hoping that he would finally get the answer that he's wanted since he arrived here.

Yet what he saw made his blood run cold.

There was his sister, a discarded chair laying on the floor and blood staining the wood beneath her. His sister, dangling from the ceiling by a noose hanging around her neck. Toshinori could only stare, his eyes wide and pupils shrinking to the size of needle tips. "Yoko." He whispered, her skin was deathly pale, her skin having been slashed at and he noticed the discarded knife by her bedside table.

Miyoko had slashed her wrists, reopening up some of her old scars and making herself new ones by cutting her arms and legs. Blood pooling under her as she allowed herself to hang. Toshinori felt himself fall to his knees, his body just going through the motions and words whispered in his head.

'You failed her. You were her brother and you promised to protect her and you failed.'

'You are never meant to be a hero. You couldn't protect your own sister, how are you to protect the world?'

'You should die, a crime fitting for your failure, failure to protect your sister, your twin, your best friend!'

'MIYOKO!" Shouted Toshinori as he screamed out so loud and long that his voice went horse from over use.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but from his screams the neighbours had called the cops and the next thing Toshinori knew he woke up in the hospital. He looked around the area around him, wondering how long he had been in here. His body felt exhausted, and tired. His mind felt a little hazy and it confused him.

Everything seemed rather odd to him, strange even.

"Toshi!" shouted Hizashi's voice as he ran into the room. Toshinori blinked his eyes slowly as he looked up at the blonde haired teen before him. Toshinori frowned a little in confusion. "Are you okay? We heard about what happened. Shouta will be here soon… I am so sorry about Miyoko though. She was so nice, I liked her."

"Hizashi… who is Miyoko?"

Hizashi could only stare with wide eyes. During his stay at the hospital, Toshinori had felt that he had been in some sort of haze. The only thing he had recalled was some doctors mumbling something about shock, trauma and repressed the memory and other memories surrounding someone. His aunt even came into the hospital, tears in her eyes as she looked at her nephew and held onto him. Crying and telling him that she was so sorry for Miyoko's death. Yet again, he had no idea who this 'Miyoko' was in the first place.

After he got home, his mind was still in the daze and his body just going through the motions. He remembered Shouta and Hizashi grabbing pictures and removing them from the walls and shelves. At first Toshinori had asked tiredly about what it was that they were doing, but they only said that they were cleaning. The only thing he could recall was that they placed the pictures in a little side table that he had been afraid to open. Knowing that whatever it contains would only hurt him in the end.

"I suspect that the shock itself, finding my own twins body like that had caused my mind to shut down and erase all traces of Miyoko from my mind. Or at least lock them away." Toshinori suspected before sipping the last remains of his tea. "When I had asked Hizashi and Shouta for a change of clothes, I guess they were trying to help me out in their own way and had been stepping on eggshells around me for days."

"What do you mean?" asked Inko.

"I guess they were scared I would react violently or something. As if, just mentioning Miyoko would have caused me to go ballistic or something. I'm not really sure, but either way for the first few weeks, I didn't leave my apartment." Toshinori said with a soft sigh. It seemed that while he was in his daze, his body was trying to adjust to his new mental surroundings. Sighing softly, Toshinori held onto Inko a little more as he whispered "After a month of mental recovering, I returned to school as if nothing had ever happened. It had seemed like Miyoko had never existed, but I knew that something was missing but I couldn't explain it to anyone, not even myself." Toshinori covered his face, a soft sob escaping him. "I still can't believe that I had to forget her in order to live my life."

"It was to protect yourself though right? Your mind only did it as a means of keeping you safe wasn't it?" Inko asked with a frown on her face.

"Yes. At least that's what I believe… Miyoko was the only one that knew when I was sad but that was because of our twins bond. Our link, it isn't like that of a lover per say, I did love her but like any brother would. I wanted her to be happy and live a full life but instead, she couldn't take the abuse of her boyfriend and took her own life." Toshinori said with a sigh before he pulled Inko close to his side, just wanting to hold her. To feel some kind of comfort. "I guess it was a subconscious thought on my part that reached out to you. I wanted to help you and maybe make amends for failing my sister."

"You think your sister think you failed her?"

"Why wouldn't she?"

"Toshi… you know what I think was going through her head?"

"What?"

"I think, maybe she figured she failed you."

"Huh?"

Toshinori blinked as he stared at Inko, his eyes wide and full of confusion as he tilted his head at her. Inko just gave him a sad smile as she told him her answer. "I think, maybe she figured because of how strong you were. You tried your whole life to keep her safe and yet, she couldn't keep herself safe anymore… that she couldn't be as strong as you and had decided to take that way out. She didn't want to burden you. She wouldn't want you to blame yourself for her choice."

"But…"

"No buts Toshinori. Your sister loved you, and would want you to live your life. Make your life wonderful and full of joy and make up for the life that was taken from her by being happy." Inko said softly.

Toshinori sighed softly as he held Inko a little closer to him, just wanting to hold her for comfort. Taking a deep breath, the young man looked down at her as he whispered "Now, Inko it is your turn to tell me your story…"