Heather shouted as she felt herself colliding with the harsh wooden floor. It wasn't the first time her father had knocked her down, but it still surprised her every time it happened.

" You're still weak! I expect much better of you, it seems like this was a waste of my time!" Endeavor roared.

Heather felt a pang in her chest at his words, eyes filling with tears. She never understood how a man could treat his children the way Endeavor did.

" I-I'm sorry, I'll be better next time," Heather mumbled.

" Who said there would be a next time? I have Shoto to worry about. Besides, I can't keep paying the hospital bills for you and Touya," Endeavor spat.

" We're in the hospital so often because of you!"

Heather froze at her words. None of the siblings ever had the courage to speak up to their father, Enji was never against hurting his kids.

The second his hand met her face he skin started burning, a scorching handprint left in its place. The force of the blow sent her further to the ground, her elbows the only thing keeping her head from hitting the ground.

" Don't ever speak back to me! Remember who created you!" Endeavor roared.

" S-sorry, father, it w-won't happen again," Heather stuttered.

" Leave my sight,"

Heather scrambled to her feet, practically running to her room. Shutting the door behind her, she slumped against the wall. She felt the tears running down her face, quickly turning to ice. The room gradually got colder as Heather lost control of her emotions.

Screaming in emotional pain, Heather let out a blast of ice, destroying the posters of heroes that littered her walls. How could she trust the others weren't exactly like her father?

She looked up at the click of the doorknob, her brother Touya walking in. She was quickly tackled into a hug, surrounded by his natural warmth.

Touya's POV-

Touya walked into his sister's room to find it a complete mess. The walls were torn and covered in ice, and Heather was slumped against one of them.

He quickly rushed over, pulling her into a hug. Her body was cold and frostbitten, a sign of her quirk being used. What pissed him off the most was the handprint, bright red and slightly steaming from the heat meeting cold.

He hated it when Enji did this to her. He liked to think he could handle it, but Heather couldn't. He had heard the nurses warning their father about nerve damage, how she could lose all use of her limbs if she kept pushing herself.

Touya was surprised when Heather pushed herself out of his grip, walking to her closet. He felt his heart drop at the bag in her hand, knowing what she was thinking.

" Heather, why-" Touya started.

" Touya, I can't stay here anymore. I'm sick of this, of never being enough for that bastard! I can't stay in this house anymore! Please Touya, come with me, I don't want to do this alone," Heather pleaded.

It hurt him to see the look in her eyes, the same one their mother often had when she comforted them after training. It was a look he wished he could erase from his mind, one of desperation and pain.

" Heather, I can't. I really want to, but I have to show dad I can be a great hero," Touya responded.

" He won't, Touya! Our father will never see us as anything. Come on, we're all we need. We can give ourselves a better life if we just leave," Heather cried.

Touya couldn't help but think about her words. Could they really have a better life? They wouldn't have jobs or a place to live. They'd be runaways, something that bothered him. He couldn't go with her.

Instead, he took in her appearance one last time. The same eyes he looked at in the mirror full of sadness and pain. Her long platinum hair looked exactly like their mothers, and she seemed fragile. He was always afraid she'd crumple like paper at the slightest touch.

He watched as she finished grabbing things, a sigh escaping her mouth.

" I'm sorry, Touya, but I just can't do this anymore," Heather cried.

Touya watched as she climbed on the windowsill, quickly jumping from it. His knees buckled, sending him to the ground. He couldn't tell which emotion he felt more, anger or sadness.

He silently promised her he would get their father to recognize them as his children, he would make it so she would want to come home again.