Heather found herself in front of a bar, pondering going in. It had been a few days since she ran away and she hadn't found a place to stay. She hoped she could at least get food and then find someplace abandoned.

She walked in, surprised when she was quickly pinned up against the wall. Glaring at her was a man with terrible skin and messy clothes, a villain.

" Why are you here?" the villain growled.

She noticed she was only being held up by four fingers, his quirk must have to do with touch.

" I-I'm sorry, I was just looking f-for food. I thought t-this place was empty," Heather explained.

" Well, clearly it isn't. Aren't you Endeavor's kid or something? Why do you need to go around looking for food?" the villain questioned.

Heather couldn't stop herself from getting pissed at his words, losing control. She fell to the ground as the man's hand was encased in black ice.

" Endeavor is no father, and I am certainly not his daughter," Heather growled.

She couldn't help but smirk at the man's cry of pain. She had finally stuck up for herself, even if it might end up getting her killed.

However, she soon felt fear as the man glared at her, clutching his wrist with his other hand.

" Why you-" the villain growled.

He went to lunge at her, getting stopped by his companion. Heather had never seen anyone like him before. It was like his body was made out of mist, or at least his head and limbs. His eyes glowed a bright yellow, sending chills down her spine.

" Shigaraki, she could be useful," the man spoke.

Shigaraki seemed to be taking in his words for a moment, the three of them sitting in silence. Heather knew there was probably no way she was getting out of there, whether dead or alive. It was clear what the mist man was talking about, he wanted her to join them.

" You love to ruin my fun, don't you Kurogiri?" Shigaraki sighed," Well, what do you say? A free place, people who'll have your back, sounds pretty great to me."

Heather thought about it for a second, did she really want to be a villain? Of course not, but she didn't have much of a choice right now. She knew if she declined Shigaraki would kill her.

" What's in it for me?" Heather questioned.

" Other than your life? Well, it seems we have something in common, we have a hatred for a popular hero. I have a plan to topple the hero society. If you help me, when the time comes, you'll have first dibs on Endeavor. Do we have a deal?" Shigaraki explained.

Heather couldn't help but smirk at the mention of getting revenge on her father. She didn't want to be a villain, but what choice did she have now? At least she could get some enjoyment out of it.

" Deal," Heather spoke.

" What's your name?" Shigaraki questioned.

" You can call me Arctic,"

As much as she tried to forget about her past, Heather found herself in a tree by Touya's window. She couldn't help but visit every night, making sure her brother was safe.

She froze when she saw a pair of cerulean eyes staring back at her. She never expected Touya to be awake, let alone staring out his window.

Heather quickly jumped down the tree, running back to the bar.

Touya's POV-

Touya sighed, walking over to his window. Today had been extra hard without his twin. He started training himself, ending up covered in bandages and burn marks.

He looked at the old cherry tree, eyes widening when he saw his own eyes staring back at him. Was Heather in the tree?

He saw a figure jump down, recognizing Heather's white hair. He wanted to call out to her, but she was gone before he had a chance.

Touya was pissed. Why did she run? Why did she even come back if she wasn't staying? He felt betrayed but knew it was his own decision to stay.

He just didn't know how much longer he could stay alone.

Heather's POV-

" Where were you?" Shigaraki questioned.

" I had loose ends to tie up. Why does it matter to you anyway?" Arctic spat back.

" It matters because you haven't done anything to prove your loyalty. How do I know you weren't off blabbing to the heroes?"

" Oh please, I don't give a fuck about heroes! Most of them are just two-faced assholes who don't care about anything but fame! I had a few things from my past, I took care of them. I literally have no one else to be loyal to,"

She would never tell him she couldn't bury her past. He would distrust her, and possibly even take it out on her siblings. Besides, she needed to learn how to bury her past if she wanted to move on.

" If that's all, I'm turning in for tonight," Arctic spat.

" Fine, third door to your right," Shigaraki replied.

Arctic grabbed her bag, walking down the hallway. Opening the door, it opened up to an empty room. Setting her stuff in the corner, she passed out on the cold wooden floor.