Welcome to my first story! (Well, not really, but I didn't want to clog my main up with all the side stories this fic is going to spawn so, uh, yeah, welcome back if y'all follow the user OMsRandomWriter.) Anyways, I've been working on the Emi-s and their stories for a while now, and I figured now would be a good time to post this :)

Warning: This chapter contains Major Character Death (drowning x2)

Edit: Special thanks to Xxser3ndipityxX for pointing out the lack of line break between Aizawa's and Emica's POVs!

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia

No one is born evil.

It's something everyone debates: was someone born evil, or were they simply made into a shadow of what could have been?

I learned this when I was 8. My eldest siblings, twins, Jade and Jake, were kidnapped, tortured and killed. It broke my brother, Danny, and I had to watch as he went from one of the sweetests kids to a psychopath, unable to stop him until it was almost too late.

"Hey, look, isn't that the youngest Jones girl?"

"Yeah, I heard she had to stab her brother cause he was trying to kill her and some kid."

I wasn't charged because it was self-defence, but it didn't matter to our small town.

All they saw were freaks who disturbed their peace.

Sidestepping the leg that had been thrown in front of her, the woman continued walking down the sidewalk, moving towards the small bookstore that was her destination. There, behind the counter, was her small collection of manga books that she had bought for the slow(er) days. My Hero Academia stood out, the red text clashing with the white spine proudly. The woman looked at the volumes carefully before going to the very end and gently tugging out a worn looking volume.

No. #1 - Izuku Midoriya Origin was shown for a brief second as she flipped towards the first page, frowning at what she saw.

People…

"Stop it Kacchan! Y'already made him cry… stop it! He said he was sorry already!"A girl and boy were trying to pry a blonde boy away from another child, crying as he was pinned from the tree due to another boy's Quirk, the ability to grow random parts of his body bigger.

"He called you Quirkless Emi-bō! He shouldn't play villain if he can't take justice."

… are not born equal.

The scene changed and a family of four were seen, the father in front of the mother and their son and daughter as a villain faced them with glowing yellow eyes. The father is seen with flames coming out of his mouth as the mother runs with the children in hopes of getting back to where Heroes were trying to reach them.

She didn't made it.

The little girl is seen being thrown off the bridge they had been trapped on while the boy watched in horror.

That's the hard truth I learned at the age of 4.

With a confused noise, the woman flicked through a few more pages, humming slightly as she saw that the pages were back to normal and the new girl was nowhere to be seen while Katsuki and Izuku frenemies again. The door jingled and she looked up sharply, eyes immediately spotting an emancipated man who looked a pound away from flying off in the Colorado wind. Concern immediately filled her, but at the same time, she felt like she knew him.

Realizing that she was both staring and still had a personal item in hand, she cleared her throat, setting the volume down with a smile. "What can I help you with today, sir?"

"I was looking for something; one of the kids I teach, she likes this… anime, I think she calls it? But she said that the book version of it was better and she wants to share it with the class." he started, causing her to let out a noise of interest.

"Your students are lucky to have you as a teacher," she said, perhaps a bit too wistfully. "I'd honestly ki…" she trailed off, grimacing. "You're new in town, right? I'm Emili Jones." she held out her hand with baited breath, wondering if he'd already been warned.

"Yagi Toshinori," he replied, making her mind screech to a halt as he took her hand. "Your name is quite similar to the student I'm doing this for."

"Might I ask what anime and manga she's looking for?" Emili asked instead, picking up her book to move it back to where it belonged and moving out from behind the counter.

"She said two names; Boku no Hero Academia was one of them," she couldn't stop herself from laughing at this, a grin stretched across her face, causing her nose to scrunch a little.

"Ah, I can see why she wants to share this" she waved the first volume a little. "Your name is identical to one of the main characters in here. I think I have a couple of collection sets around here somewhere," she set the manga back down and walked towards the backroom, where she was able to find most, but not all, of the volumes. Picking the box up, she frowned at the weight. Would this be too heavy for that poor teacher? Also, what was with him buying stuff for one of his female students?

"Excuse me, sir, I have copies here, but I have a few questions," she saw him jump, her copy of the manga hitting the counter as he put a hand to his mouth and coughed. A second later, she could see the blood running down his hand. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," he said, waving her off. "What do you wish to know?"

"Why aren't the girl's parents buying her this? Y'know, like a christmas gift or something?" She asked, immediately spotting how the man tensed up.

"She's an orphan. All of us, her teachers that is, we've practically adopted her. She… She's been through a lot, and the guy who just murdered her parents and brother just tried to go after her again." he explained quietly, voice too emotional to be lying.

"Oh, that poor kid!" She breathed quietly, blinking back tears. "Now I feel like an ass for asking. It sounds like she's really lucky to have all of you looking after her." The man smiled at this, and she smiled back before remembering why he had came in here and put the box on the counter with a resonating thud. "So how much do you know about this anime?" She asked idly.

"Only what Young Emica has told me," he replied. "A world like this one, but almost everyone has a type of superpower. It focuses on schoolchildren attempting to learn how to be a hero."

"That's… a really simple way of putting it," she agreed, head tilting slightly. "It's less on them learning how to be a hero and more of them learning what it means."

"And what is that, if I may ask?"

She peered at him with a raised eyebrow. "It's a long winded answer."

"I have the time, Miss Jones."

"Being a hero... It's… standing up for what is right, even if it's tough. Even if no one wants to. When you're a hero, you can't think of self-gain; that'll only corrupt you. It's takes a brave heart and true selflessness to be able to stand up against a villain." The blonde man was nodding at her words, but stopped as she paused. "But, I think, most of all… you need a kind soul. When you're a hero, you're not just saving yourself, but citizens as well. You need bravery to fight back, but kindness to keep those in danger out of harm's way."

When she looked up, she saw a small, but very happy smile. "Thank you, for confirming something for this old man," he said, making her blink and furrowed her brows.

"Confirm what?" She echoed.

"That you were always like this, before the accident."

As he handed her the money and walked away with the box, she shook herself out of her stupor and ran outside. "Sir, what did you mean? What acci-?"

But the man had disappeared as if he was never there, the only proof being the missing box in her backroom and the Japanese yen in her hand.

When 8 pm came and there were no other customers in her small shop, she closed up and jogged back to where she had parked her rusty old truck. Ever since the incident with her brother, she moved out of town and more towards the country where they had to be looking for trouble to find her. As she drove away, she swore she saw a flash of orange, but when she looked in her rear-view mirror, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Shrugging, the woman continued to drive out of the city and into the country, tensing up as she started to slow down at one particularly bad turn, doing her best not to look to the right as she approached a blind intersection.

Suddenly, her ears were ringing and then she was going in circles until she finally stopped, feeling dazed as she stayed there before the panic slowly began to trickle in.

She had just been t-boned.

She had gone off a cliff.

She was upside-down.

She was in the river.

Her truck was starting to fill up with water.

She distantly felt her hands going to the pocketknife she kept on her before cutting the seatbelt, her arm painfully breaking her fall before she could hit her head (possibly again judging by how fuzzy everything looked and sounded). There was about an inch of water now, and she remembered that stupid it could happen to you show on the Weather Channel, and how it was vital that she try to open the windows before they fried if they weren't manual.

When she tried the controls, they let out a little spark that had her yelping. The water was three inches now, and she could see that her back window, the one that slid open, was leaking water… but she was too big to fit through.

If you can't open the windows before the first fifteen seconds, don't try to force the doors open. The pressure will be too much to even try. You have to wait for the cab to fill up with water or at least have the same pressure as the outside before the doors will open.

And here is when I make a decision, she thought, still looking at the too-small window she could still open. Have the car fill up quicker or suffocate due to lack of fresh air…

The thought of suffocating made her shiver… or maybe it was the water that was starting to cover her folded legs. I have to do something, she decided, reaching over and slowly prying the back window open before going to the passenger door, as she took one good look at it and knew it wouldn't open.

What she didn't know was that the passenger side door mechanism for the handle was completely shattered.

As the last inch finally disappeared, Emili tried pulling on the handle, eyes widening as the handle suddenly broke off and floated down with a clunk. Her chest started to burn a little as she moved towards the drivers door, frustration filling her right along with panic as she couldn't even begin to budge it. Eyes darting around as her eyes started to burn, she finally tried the window, all but weeping as she was able to squeeze through.

Just as she was about to get her right leg out, she felt something lock and jerk her left leg back. Unintentionally, she tried to let out a startled noise, only to choke on water.

I can't breathe! Ican'tbreatheIcan'tbreatheIcan'tbreathe!

I can't…

I can't…

I…

The MPD was in panic when Aizawa Shouta, Hero name Eraserhead, finally arrived on the scene, having captured some of the lesser villains who had tried to slip away with the crowd in the beginning of what was turning out to be a hostage situation. "There's a family caught between Present Mic and the one we've identified as the leader of the attack," the officer in charge began. "A mother, father and two children, a boy and a girl, twins by the looks of it."

"Are the children old enough to have quirks or are at risk of their quirk showing?" he asked.

"They appear to be around the age of four, Eraserhead. We were able to identify the father, Midoriya Hisashi, Quirk: Fire Breath. The woman is his wife, Midoriya Inko, Quirk: Small Telekinesis."

"The children might have a hybrid Quirk of those two," Aizawa noted. "If they're going to show, it would be in a high stress situation."

"And the villain might take it as a hostile act," The officer finished. "We were hoping you might be able to get them away while All Might distracts the boss." He internally scowled at the mention of the Number One Hero, but in a situation like this, where the villain was looking for civilians, it would be best for someone with an enhancement Quick to take care of him.

"Let's just hope that he gets here on time."

Midoriya Emica was scared.

To-san had told her, Izu and Ka-san to hide behind cars while he distracted the bad guy that was after them, but why was a bad guy wanting to hurt them?

"Ka-san, where's All Might-san?" Izu whimpered from the otherside of Ka-san, making her hold on them tighten a little.

"Shh, he's coming," Ka-san murmured, looking up and spotting something. Emica followed Ka-san's gaze and saw a strange man in all black sitting on top of the bridge. "Izuku, Emica, look, it's a Hero," she breathed, making the two green-haired children blink before glancing back up at the man, whose grey scarf seemed to be levitating?

"Who is he?" she asked in a bit awe just before the bridge shook slightly and a familiar voice called out.

"Fear not, for I am here!"

"All Might-san!" Izu gasped out, his eyes going wide. "Emi, Ka-san, he's here!" The girl kept her gaze on the unknown Hero, who had jumped down and landed in front of them.

"I am Eraserhead, an underground Hero. Tell me, are there any signs of their Quirks emerging?" He asked, making the three flinch. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots. "Quirkless?" At Ka-san's sad nod, Eraserhead made an odd noise. "I can carry one of the children and take you to where Present Mic and Recovery Girl are waiting."

"Emica, go with Eraserhead-san," Ka-san ordered, making the girl nod, unable to stop her small squeal as the man picked her up. "Be careful."

"Yes ka-san," she murmured before hugging the Hero's neck, aware of how he stiffened before relaxing a little. Did he not get many hugs? She got at least one hug a day; she didn't know how she'd survive if she didn't get any. She did her best not to make a sound as the man ran towards the other Heroes, but he stopped suddenly as a car that was on fire landed in front of them and exploded, making them let go of their grip on each other as the two were forcefully launched backwards, the little girl more than the man.

"Emica!" she heard Ka-san and Izu cry out, sounding distant as air rushed past her, making her hair whip her face. As she hit the water, something slammed into the back to her head, causing her to cry out, lungs filling with water as the world went black, something wrapping around her waist a second too late.

Emili woke up to someone cursing and trying to perform CPR on her.

"She's just a kid, damnit! Breathe already!" Who was that? He certainly didn't sound like anyone in her town… "One, two, three, four." Air, fresh air, came to her, causing her to choke and sputter, the man quickly flipping her so she could vomit and cough out as much water as she could between her cries, thankful that someone had found her in time. "You're ok Emica. Breathe with me, ok? In… out…"

Emica…? She felt her arms shake as her hands clench the sand, head attempting to touch the ground. My name is… is… Emili…

"Hey, kid, you need to stay awake." She jerked at the man's order and turned, peering up at him in disbelief.

"Eraserhead?" she asked, voice weak and cracking.

"Short term memory seems ok," his goggles were around his neck, allowing her to see his black eyes, which were… filled with worry? "What's your name kid?"

Kid? She thought in faint amusement. I'm as old as you bucko. "Em… Emi,"

"Emi, wonderful,"

"Emili," She finished, blinking as his face immediately contorted, eyes glowing red. "My name is Emili."

"Shit." she heard him say as she once more blacked out.

Emi woke up in the hospital a few days later, unsure of what to make of this new world as everything was explained to her, and in turn, she explained everything to them.

"So you don't know," Aizawa said from the corner, where a sleeping 4 year old boy was leaning against him, tear tracks covering the kid's freckled face.

"I… don't know what?" She asked, brows furrowing.

"Someone get her a mirror," the police officer murmured to the nurse. A few moments later, upon the 'ok' from the underground Hero, she flipped the mirror over and almost immediately dropped it when she saw not her reflection, but a little, unknown girl's face staring back.

Except she did know this little girl.

"Emi-bō," she mumbled, remembering what Katsuki had called the girl on that one page. Wait… that would mean… "He's Midoriya Izuku. I'm… am I his twin sister? But, when I woke up, you said that 'our' parents had an 'accident', what type of accident was it? Was it really an accident? Where's Ka-san and To-san?!" the last bit slipped out in her hysteria before she could stop it, shocking herself as silent tears fell instead.

"She doesn't know," the dog Officer confirmed sadly. "It seems as if Midoriya Emica and Emili are one in the same."

"Like resurrection?" Aizawa asked.

"Reincarnation," Emi found herself correcting, a bit hesitantly. "Die in one life, get born in the next." She glanced at their slightly disbelieving faces and pulled her own face. "In a world where superpowers randomly cropped up, y'all are just going to call something like remembering a past life impossible?"

"You certainly speak like you're older." The officer was fishing, but she just shrugged. Even as Emili Jones, her parents had always said she spoke like she was older. "Eraserhead, there is the matter of custody to attend to, as well as finding out who was behind this attack."

Villains, she realized with a jolt as the Hero shifted and she scooted to the side automatically as he laid the boy down on the bed beside her. Now that she thought about it, they were the same height… the nurse took the mirror back and she laid down beside her now-brother, taking a good long look at young Izuku's face as the Hero and police officers filed out of the room.

She fell asleep a few moments later.

Thoughts, comments, concerns? I'd really like feedback on how you think Emi is coming along!