It's one of those days when Julie just knows something is off. It's not something that always makes itself known right away; sometimes it's hours later when she gets the feeling, like finding something Megumi had broken, but sometimes it's so, so much worse.

She remembers once, years ago, when Dabi had first gotten his stables and torn them not a week later.

(God, there was so much blood.)

The second Julie woke up that morning, she knew it was on a darker scale than usual, and immediately set about the house, looking for the cause (it didn't take her long, considering how small the house was—she should really consider moving, huh). She nearly tripped over Jiji several times searching the place, almost kicking her across the room when she fucking melted from the shadows.

Fucking shit, she has a Quirk, Julie groaned to herself, giving the cat the most accusing glare she could at fucking- fuck, what time was it?

5am. That's nice.

"Fuck it, that's a problem for future-me," she muttered, shooing Megumi away when he started whimpering for pets. She knew it would come biting her in the ass later, but dammit, she didn't have time.

Poking her head into the girls' room, she saw Himiko curled up in bed, Eri at her side, Eri's smaller bed abandoned on the other side of the room. Julie knew the elder liked the company, and Eri had grown so fond of her sister, she couldn't help but smile. Shutting the door quietly, she headed to the boys' room.

In hindsight, she probably could've guessed what the problem was, but God if she wasn't a morning person in any sense of the word.

Tenko was curled up under his blanket, body tensed with silent tremors. She could just barely hear soft whimpers coming from him every so often, and she knew exactly what was causing it. Casting a quick glance to Dabi, she stepped into the room, keeping her feet light as she crept over to the younger's bed. There was no doubt in her mind that Dabi was wind awake and aware of what was happening to his brother, but he had never been very good at expressing his emotions the same way she could. A probable side effect of her Quirk, Izuku had told her once.

Julie placed a gentle hand on Tenko's shoulder, feeling his muscles tense in alarm before his body relaxed, ruby eyes blinking open in the gloom.

"Let's go," she murmured, allowing him a few seconds to grab a blanket, and as an afterthought, a Waluigi plush.

Now in the living room, newly repaired heater going, the two sat on the couch with Tenko's blanket over them. Megumi had pranced in at one point, sensible enough to keep the noise minimal; now he was snuggled close in the boy's arms.

The two simply sat in relative silence for a good few minutes, listening to the humming of the heater and rumbling of Megumi's near-snores. Head rested on her shoulder, Julie ran a soothing hand through his hair, letting him take his time. They had done this enough times for both of them to follow a routine, though it hadn't occurred in years, ever since they got Megumi. He had really sprung up in that time, coming a long way from that tiny malnourished boy she had found. Almost eighteen years old, yet he showed no signs of wanting to move out (not that she wanted him to, she'd hold on as long as she could).

Finally, when Tenko was more aware, he started, voice stilted.

"There was…a man," he said, voice cracky and a little hoarse. "He was…he was covered in shadows…and I couldn't see his face. There was something about him I didn't like…something that made me scared." Tenko paused, like he was trying to remember a detail his mind had deemed unimportant from a long time ago. He frowned. "…he kept trying to tell me something. He was—I think he was reaching for me too, but he couldn't get me…but I couldn't move away either." A shudder passed through him, so Julie held him closer, all the while, she said nothing, letting him say what he wanted to. "But then—but then he grabbed me and it hurt so much, like he was r- ripping me apart—apart."

He looked up at her with big eyes, something fearful lurking in them. "I didn't like it," he whispered, tremor returning as he burrowed harder into her shoulder. "I don't like it—I don't want to see him again, Julie, he was awful."

"You won't have to, Koko," Julie assured him gently, hugging him close, Megumi licking his fingers. She was glad that him putting on his gloves was sheer muscle memory at this point.

"Can we—can I get a new game, still?" he asked after a minute quietly, like she would say no. It was tradition at this point, no reason to break it now. She gave him her brightest smile, making sure her freckles glowed that yellow color she knew he loved.

"Of course, Tenko."

—

Hours later, when the sun was supposed to have come up, Julie sat with Himiko in her room, frowning at the materials in hand. It was the beginning of January, and the sky was heavy with clouds and raining heavily too, not that far off from snow—then again, she'd leave the predictions to the professionals.

"…maybe we should've thought this through a bit more," Julie amended, eyeing the thick fabric with some contempt like it had personally wronged her.

"Well, isn't that what we're doing now?" Himiko asked, chewing off the end of a pencil like it was a lollipop. Julie sighed, yanking the object out of her hand and replacing it with an actual lollipop. Himiko grinned sheepishly.

She was right, she knew, but it didn't make it any less frustrating. It's not exactly like they can Google how to make a vigilante costume, could they?

Around them, various sewing supplies, thick fabrics, and materials were scattered, each being a (hopefully) vital piece to making Himiko's Vigilante outfit, but Julie honestly had no idea what the fuck she was doing. She'd never met a Vigilante before, no matter what the media accused them of, and she wanted to make sure to get this right. Himiko couldn't technically be charged with Vigilantism if she didn't use her Quirk on anyone (never mind that a big reason for all of this was because of her Quirk), but she was still a runaway with several charges of assault and attempted murder, so it's not like she'd get off scot-free.

"Ooh, maybe we can make it after Deadpool!" Himiko said, suddenly becoming very invested in this.

"Oh goddamnit, I knew I would regret introducing you to Marvel, I just knew it," Julie groaned, stabbing at a piece of scrap fabric too small to be of any use. Himiko tried to smile apologetically, at least she assumed so, but it came out as more a smirk than anything.

"You know," Julie said absently, riffling through her sewing materials, trying to find some thread, "we should really consider getting you acting lessons; you're a pretty shit liar, and it could help you outta some tough spots if you play it right." Because she was looking down, she didn't notice the way Himiko tensed and stilled, eyes dulling and smile thinning.

"Y- yeah," she mumbled, body subconsciously hunching in on itself, "good idea…"

Julie glanced up at her unenthusiastic tone, forehead creasing at the reserved look in her cat-like eyes.

"Is—is something wrong?" she asked softly, setting aside the fabric when she didn't immediately say anything. When she did, it was too rushed, too stilted.

"I'm fine." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

She should've known (why didn't she know?) it was all that she had thought about in the weeks leading up to her thirteenth birthday, and then she had just—forgotten—about it.

How could Himiko be so stupid?

She wasn't normal (never has been never will be), she wasn't the perfect daughter ("Why can't you act like a normal little girl!"), she couldn't control her freakish Quirk or her violent thoughts or how her eyes tracked every drop of spilt blood ("You look like a deviant-"); the look on Julie's face when she found her ("-covered in blood like that!") but she still hoped beyond hope, praying to a god that wasn't listening that Julie wouldn't try to change her—try to fix her like she needed fixing, like she wasn't-

Like she wasn't normal.

And she tried; she tried so fucking hard for so long that it hurt, but it wasn't enough, why couldn't she just be enough?

The look on Julie's face flickered, skin paling and eyes turning an acidic yellow that could melt stone and just made Himiko feel so very, very cold.

"You can't be my daughter," she said, voice so bland she nearly didn't register it. "How could I ever be a mother to a freak like you?"

"I—I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely, desperately, like it could make up for what she had done. Like it could change the past. "I tried so hard, Mommy-"

"And yet you still weren't enough, you will never be enough." NotJuliehermother's face twisted into something ugly, yellow eyes like her own yet so, so cold, so stony, that she couldn't possibly be her daughter—and yet the proof was in her veins and in her hair and the skin that held her together—and something like hate sparked in them, and then Julie's arms were around hers and they were so warm and everything that wasn't her mother but everything that was Julie, her mom, and she was listing all the things that made Himiko who she was, not what she was, and telling her all the ways she loved her.

Julie rocked her body against hers in a way she often saw her do with Tenko after a bad nightmare or Dabi when his useless, pathetic father ambushed the tv and he needed something—their mom—to ground them and fuck did it work.

Despite her hold on her, Himiko remained very still and quiet, trying to get her rapidly increasing breath to calm and reassure herself that she wasn't in that house or with her parents and she was someplace warm, her home, filled with all the people she loved and wanted to be.

Finally, finally, when her breathing had calmed and she had fully relaxed into Julie's hold, did she say anything.

"Himiko, baby, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." Her voice was soft and calming, like what she knew Himiko needed.

"It's—it's nothing," she mumbled pitifully, knowing she wouldn't believe her.

Julie snorted disbelievingly. "You know you can't lie to me, you're too jittery." Maybe she hated that too, just a little bit (no she didn't).

"I—no I'm not!" Himiko whined quietly, burying further into the woman. Julie just laughed softly against her.

"You sure?" she asked teasingly. "I can see your eye twitching from here. Just tell me what's wrong and I can fix it." Himiko stilled again in her hold, face going slack as she thought.

"…I don't think you can," she said after a while.

"Why not? I've always been able to help you, haven't I? Remember the reason we're doing this at all Himiko, I want to help you. You…you're my daughter, and I just want to make sure you're happy, okay?" Julie said, brushing the bangs from her eyes. Himiko could see the sincerity in her eyes and the way her freckles glowed a soft rose-gold.

"…okay," she said quietly. She turned to rest her head against Julie's shoulder so she wouldn't have to look her in the eyes anymore. It made her feel weak; vulnerable. "…after m- my Quirk developed, and they took me to see a Q- Quirk Counselor, they made me get…acting lessons. Etiquette too, sometimes, when the acting didn't look like it was working." She paused, taking a shaky breath as the memories unfolded in her mind's eye. Julie waited patiently for her to gather her strength, like she always did. "They—they tried to m- make me into the perfect, normal daughter. An- and I guess it worked, for a while. It…it felt awful, though. Sometimes I had to sit for hours on end, and it hurt, Julie, it fucking hurt. They kn- knew I couldn't sit still that long…but they made me do it anyways. I learned all the ways to—to set the table and look pretty and even how to fucking smile… I guess they were trying to train me to be the perfect wife too…" She laughed, but there was nothing funny about it.

It was quiet for a long time as tears slipped past Himiko's lashes. Julie didn't say anything for a long time, just silently braiding her hair. She readily leaned into the contact, savoring the feeling of her fingers rubbing her scalp.

"I'm sorry they put you through that. It wasn't fair of them to do that to you."

Despite having heard something like this so many times before, she couldn't help but frown. "…but—my Quirk-"

"No, Himiko, listen to me—what your parents did was wrong, okay?" Julie said, firm but soft. "They should have tried to help you and understand you, not stifle your development. That position they put you in was dangerous and could have resulted in you seriously hurting yourself or others. If it had continued any longer, you likely would have killed someone."

"I-… O- Okay…"

She paused, her fingers tugging gently at the ends of her hair. "Are you doing okay?"

"…I guess so."

Despite not wanting to accept the answer, Julie seemed to deal with it for now. "…okay… Listen, I won't force you into anything, okay? If you ever don't want to do something, I need you to tell me so we can avoid something like this, understand?"

She didn't say anything.

"Himiko, I need you to answer me." Julie tugged again, a little more insistent.

"A- Alright," she mumbled.

"This isn't me trying to bully you, 'kay? The same rules go for your siblings; I've always just wanted the best for my kids, and that includes you and Eri now."

"…thanks, Mom," Himik whispered, not realizing what she said until Julie's fingers stilled in her hair, fingers caught on a knot. She froze up, hoping she wouldn't-

"No problem, Himiko," Julie- Mom replied, voice just as soft and the rose-gold of her freckles the brightest she's ever seen. "If you really don't want to, would you at least consider improv? It could help you lie or come up with something on the spot in case anyone ever questioned you."

"Why?"

Mom kinda gave her a deadpanned look, eyes flashing in what might have been annoyance, or something else she couldn't quite catch. "Himiko, sweetie, being a Vigilante isn't exactly legal, you know? Though, technically, what classifies as a Vigilante is 'a person who uses their Quirk against a Hero, Villain, or civilian. Officially, as you can't really use your Quirk to subdue someone or take them out, you wouldn't be a Vigilante, and Inko could probably argue your way out of court, but best to be prepared, right?"

"…I'll think about it," was all she said.

Mom grinned. "Thanks, kiddo. Also, just- promise you me you won't kill anyone if you can help it, alright? Don't want to add a body count to your list of crimes."

Himiko giggled tiredly, finally leaning fully against her. "Heh, yeah, I'll try."

Mom looked like she very much wanted to say something, but just then the doorbell rang. Mom's head shot up in surprise, before her expression turned into annoyance.

"Oh lord, I forgot I invited Mei over…" Julie groaned, running a distressed hand through her hair. Himiko tilted her head to the side, curious, though the name sounded familiar.

"Who's Mei?"

Julie grumbled something Himiko couldn't hear, glaring off at the wall like it had personally wronged her. Worry creased her brows, a frown pulling at her lips like she was mentally debating something. Shaking her head, she said, "Hatsume Mei, current heir to Hatsume Studios. She doesn't actually want the title, she's more interested in the business side than actual marketing- anyway, it's a well-known fact in the Vigilante community that Hatsume Studios will make all their gear and shit for free, 'long as they're able to provide the materials. They gotta be real careful though, considering all their Support Items are relatively recognizable, so they gotta make a whole new brand to keep undetected. Trade secret, and all. Mei's been getting a bit more involved in that side of the company, since she wants to get her tech out. Since you're both about the same age, I thought it would go over better than meeting her parents. They can be…a bit much." Julie grinned like she was remembering something scandalous, Himiko nodding all the while.

"So…" she said, playing with the hem of her shirt sleeve, "she's gonna help me make Vigilante gear?"

"And your costume."

"Right, but where're we supposed to get all the materials for it?"

Julie scratched at her head, eyes narrowed in thought. "Izuku told me about this beach near his house or something; said there was a lot of junk there from people illegally dumping. Pretty sure we can scrounge something up to use; if not, we can just go to a hardware store or something." The doorbell rang again, this time more insistent and didn't stop.

Julie groaned loudly. "Oh for the love of- Jesus, I'm coming, just hang on a minute!" She sent Himiko a quick look before racing off into the hall to get the door.

Today is not the day for this, she thought tiredly, yanking the door open and being greeted by one Hatsume Mei. She had grown a bit since she had last seen her, coming up to Julie's chin now, with toned arms and steampunk goggles keeping her hair from falling into her eyes.

"Hi, Mei-"

"Auntie! How ya been?" Mei rushed past her, already in the hall before she could turn around and pulling on Megumi's ears just a tad too rough, but the little dog didn't seem to mind the attention. Mei didn't even bother looking up as Julie sighed and shut the door, making her way over and gently pulling Megumi away.

"I've been fine, Mei, thanks for asking-"

"So where's my cousin at?" Mei asked, rather loudly, totally not caring that she just interrupted her auntie a second time. She didn't even notice the annoyed glare she got in return.

"She's in my room-" Aaaand she's already down the hall. Puffing irritably, Julie just barely managed to catch her arm outside the door, tugging her to a halt. Making sure her crosshaired eyes were focused on her, she said, "She's a bit twitchy right now, Mei, so try to tone it down, alright?"

"No can do!"

Her eye twitched. "…fine. Just don't be as loud, deal?"

"Sure!" she said, just as loud and not even trying to tone it down. Lord, it's too early for this.

"…Mei-"

"Yeah yeah. Hey Auntie, Mom's been asking about your newest baby, you should really visit more!" Mei said, waving off her concerns.

"I know I know, I've just been busy-" Julie said, but Mei had already flung the door open and was shaking hands with Himiko.

"Hey there, my name's Mei, heir to Hatsume Studios!"

Himiko blinked, eyes sparking a bit in interest at Mei's energy. "…hello, Hats-"

"Nope, none of that! My name's Mei and you'll call me as such!"

Her natural blush started to return, grin not quite reaching her eyes but she was getting there. "Alright, then, call me Himiko."

The two got along rather well, which is what Julie was afraid of, but her sanity was worth the sacrifice to see the sharp gleam in her daughter's eyes as she listened to Mei talk. She only understood half of it, thanks to Chika, who was more of the inventor between Mei's moms.

"We'll need supplies first, more than what you have here, and a basic idea of what you want out of your costume. Plus, I'll need to know as much about your Quirk as possible so your outfit can do anything and everything you need, and so I can get started on possible Support Gear and Items. Auntie, why aren't you writing this down-"

"Because I can't hear half of what you're saying, kid, slow down!" Julie exclaimed, feeling a headache coming on. It just got worse as Himiko started to contribute her own ideas, seeing as it was, y'know, her costume. She didn't seem as self-conscious about talking about her Quirk now, but that might have to do with her getting caught up in Mei's word vomit to really care. Not like Mei cares either way at any rate. Actually, now that she thought about it, she might want to talk Quirk theory and mechanics if the two ever met… Her eyes widened in remembrance.

"Ah shit, I gotta take Eri in for her appointment," Julie cursed, scrambling up and dusting off the stray threads clinging to her. She turned a suspicious glare to Mei and Himiko, making sure they were both looking at her. "Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone, alright?"

The two gave too-innocent grins back. Julie was fully prepared to see the house dismantled when she came back.

After Julie left, Himiko turned to Mei.

"So. What now?"

Mei's answering grin was feral.

—

"Remember, Eri, if they bother you just say the word and we'll leave."

Eri nodded, a little uncertain at Mama's serious tone. She didn't really know what she meant by that, but now she was feeling nervous. "Okay…"

She didn't really know what they were doing, just what Mama said: they were getting her Quirk reg-ist-ed. Eri didn't understand why, just that it was impor- important and would make her happy.

They were at the hospital and there were a lot of people there, some as big as Mama or even bigger; Eri didn't know people could be that tall! The air smelled weird though, like there was something icky people didn't know they were supposed to throw away, and everything was as white as the snow outside, but it wasn't cold! Well, it was a little cold, but not a hurting cold.

Mama patted her head gently, getting her atten- attention back, and she took her over to a really tall table with a nice-looking lady sitting at it. The two said some words Eri didn't know, then the lady was pointing them down a hallway full of doors and benches. Grabbing her hand, Mama took them down the hallway. There weren't as many people here and the air was getting colder. Eri shivered, huddling closer to Mama's leg, then she scooped her up and then she was a lot taller!

Eri giggled, Mama's pretty hair tickling her nose. Mama stopped at a wide brown door with numbers on it counting too high for Eri to read, but Mama seemed to know it was the right one. She knocked, and then someone old-sounding told them to come in.

There was a man there sitting next to odd things Eri didn't know. He was really old and had funny-looking glasses that covered his eyes and even a bushy mustache Eri felt the urge to tug on.

"Chiba-san, I didn't expect you to be coming in so early," he said, turning in his chair to look at them better. The way he talked was weird, like he knew something Mama and her didn't know and that Mama didn't seem to notice.

Mama shrugged and the movement bumped Eri around, but she was used to it. She took the seat offered when the man flapped his hand around, setting Eri in her lap while she played with her hair.

"Sorry if it's a bother, I've just been eager to find out what her Quirk is. I forgot about getting it registered," that was the word! "when I first got her, and since all my other kids had already manifested their Quirks, it didn't really come to mind." Mama rubbed her neck like Toshi did, looking nervous. Eri put a hand on top of the one on her leg, patting it until Mama looked at her and smiled. Mama smiled back, her other hand coming down to rub her head.

The man looked interested in something Mama said, sitting up in his chair a bit more to really look at her. "Oh? Your other children- they're adopted?"

Mama nodded, hand going stiff beneath hers. "…yes. I have four kids, they're all adopted."

The man nodded along, flapping his hand in Eri's direction. "I see. And her Quirk—from your phrasing, it sounds like it's bothersome?"

Mama looked uncertain, rubbing her neck again as she shifted in her seat. "Well…that's the thing, we don't really know. Izuku theorized it has something to do with the horn on her head-" Mama tapped her horn like the man couldn't see it, "-but we don't know what it does."

"…Momma said it's a curse…" Eri murmured suddenly, leaning further back into Mama. Mama began playing with her hair in a way of comfort, something she had seen her doing with Ten too. "It hurts people. I don't want to hurt people."

The man sat upright in his chair even further now, taking a clipboard and paper and writing something down. He looked almost like Zuku did when he wrote in his notebooks, but now it just made Eri want to hide. "Your mother said that?" he asked.

"Not me, her biological mom," Mama said, looking annoyed as the man smiled at her. "Far as I know, her dad's Quirk had nothing to do with light, and Asuka's dealt with changing the density of air. Eri's Quirk makes the horn on her head get bigger and glow yellow, but so far it hasn't done anything else. I assume it's a Mutation Type."

"I see," the man said, writing something else down in his notes. Eri didn't like him. "Your other children—you adopted them, I presume, because they had dangerous Quirks, yes?"

Mama was mad now.

"That wasn't the only reason," she said, voice sounding close to yelling. "Those kids had horrible home lives before they came into my care. I don't know what Eri's was like, but I'm here to learn what her Quirk is, Tsubasa, so I suggest you do your job."

The man was grinning now, smile wide and teeth showing.

"Of course, Miss Julie."

—

There was something off about the guy, Julie was sure of it. He kept looking at Eri funny and asking about her history, the questions not entirely medical. He seemed very interested in her other kids too, but she couldn't figure out why. She refused to leave Eri alone with him when he did various tests to make sure Eri was healthy (no diseases, thank God, and she was coming in for check-up shots later), and they did the x-ray exam just in case.

("We're just checking to make sure she doesn't have the extra toe joint; helps further our research, you see."

Whose research, she didn't know, but she didn't ask.)

Finally, it came to the last test.

The doctor hooked her up to an odd-looking machine she didn't recognize, and she immediately went on guard as Garaki stuck a needle deep into her shoulder with a small whimper.

"What the hell is that?" she demanded, voice harsh. "What are you doing?"

The doctor somehow managed to seem amused with his back turned to her, fiddling with dials and taping various codes onto the screen on the side.

"Fret not, dear girl, this is simply a Quirk Assessment Machine, or Q.A.M. for short. It will take a sample of her blood, analyze it as you unfortunately don't have any of her medical records, and deduce what her Quirk is," he said, overly placating almost to the point of insult, still without looking at her. Scowl in place, Julie plopped back down in her chair, foot tapping absently against the chair leg.

"How accurate is it?"

"Mm, about 96%, though you don't need to worry about that." She wasn't convinced.

"It's not going to hurt her, is it?" she asked uncertainly, eyes trained on Eri's scrunched-up face. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead and her shoulders were hunched in around her, but otherwise she was okay. Distantly she thought this might be the first time Eri was pricked with the needle.

"Not at all. It's still fairly new, only being invented around five-to-six years ago, but it's completely safe," the doctor said, humming an odd little tune as he twisted one last knob, glasses turned towards the screen as the machine beeped and made whirring noises. Leery, Julie decided to take his word for it and wait however long it was for it to come to a conclusion. She tried to smile reassuringly when Eri looked over at her, face slowly relaxing as she got used to the sensation, but it probably fell flat.

As she waited, she thought about what Eri's Quirk could be. Considering what her parents' Quirks were, it was most likely a Mutation Quirk. It was a sound assumption to be proven right or wrong in the next few minutes, and it would be pretty cool to have another Mutated Quirk under her roof, as hers was a Mutation too. Mutation Quirks were a rare thing, and often quite powerful (Julie drew the short end of the stick, as hers was rather weak), and Julie was willing to hazard a guess that Eri's Mutation was pretty powerful, assuming what Asuka said was true, of course. It hopefully would have quick or easy remedies like Tenko's gloved hands or Himiko's descent into Vigilantism. Now that she thought about it, Dabi was the only one without a Mutation Quirk.

Pulling herself back to the present, she watched warily as, after waiting in ten minutes of painful silence, the machine dinged. The doctor took a look at the information on the screen, eyebrows raising with every passing second as he read. Finally, after a solid minute of him quietly contemplating something, he gestured to Julie to take a look as well.

She felt her jaw go slack in disbelief.

Eri's Quirk was indeed a Mutation, and a dangerous one at that. The information provided was certainly something to wonder about.

Quirk Name: Unregistered.

Quirk Type: Accumulation/Mutation.

Quirk Class: Rare.

The holder's Quirk allows them to "rewind," in a sense, any organic thing, though it is unknown if it works on inorganic material. If the holder were in enough state of duress, they could possibly "rewind" a person, plant, or animal into a state before it existed, wiping it out from existence. Extremely dangerous. Quirk Counseling and constant observation are recommended, as well as regular doctor check-ups. The Quirk, with enough training, could be activated at will, but can also have force-activation through stress or fear, likely manifesting through a mutated body part. It is recommended to keep an eye on any obvious growth or change in the extra appendage.

Further testing is advised.

"Oh fuck," Julie muttered.

—

I'd just like to say real quick I'm sorry if Himiko's portion of this chapter is shit because I think so. I kinda rushed myself to do it so it's crap. Sorry.

On a side note, I did the math and for how my timeline goes, Miruko would not have known Dabi like it says in chapter ten of Orphan Nanny. Also, again, in like young blood or something it said Himiko killed people - let's fix that to say she didn't? Christ, I'm so bad at timelines it's not even funny

Y'all better pay close attention to Garaki in this story,, it's important later ;)

FOR ANYONE WONDERING yes we will finally be getting to canon in the next chapter. Huzaah