My Hero Academia rightfully belongs to Kōhei Horikoshi. The only thing that belongs to me is my character.

I'm currently writing the next chapter of Reborn Moonlight and inspiration struck for this.

Although it's also because because I binge watched all of MHA and I'm currently all catched up with the manga and waiting for Season 5. So, really, it's my own doing this time. Not quarentine or some other crap. Just me having multiple ideas at the same time.

Slight warning/heads up?: Because there's almost to no information about Tōya himself and what happened to him and Natsuo and Fuyumi's Quirks (if they even have them) and like backstory and all that, most of the things in the childhood portion of the story is gonna have a lot of things that are most likely not canon. Shōto's life except for the flashbacks that show how he got his scar and Endeavor's training so there's gonna be ton of things that are from the head of me myself and I. Also, there'll be a bit of description of abusive behavior because with this family it's like it's an automatic thing and also what could be considered non consensual intimate contact (it's like a sentence and not graphic at all but the way I wrote it made me feel like I should give a heads up about it) so please, if you're affected by that, don't force yourself to read it, okay? It's not really, really graphic but it's there and I felt like I should warn you.

Headcanons (theories) that I'm gonna use that are not confirmed to be true in canon: Tōya and Fuyumi are twins and the other one I'm gonna use is that you know who is you know who because I love that theory and even if it doesn't end up being true, it's gonna be in this story. When his actual backstory and the reveal of who he is happens, I'll tag this story as AU, if I don't don't it sooner.

So when the twins are born, Tōya and Fuyumi are eight and Natsuo is four.

Bear with me as I get this idea out of my head and written and if there are any misinformation or errors in terms of backstory, I'm apologizing beforehand because I'm awful in keeping track with specific details and all that.

I'M ADDING THIS ON NOV 13, 2020: As of recent chapters of the manga (beware of SPOILERS AHEAD if you don't want to know), we now know officially that Dabi is indeed Tōya and that he's the eldest of the Todosibs. As I like the idea of him and Fuyumi being twins, I will NOT change it so this story is a slightly AU, where Tōya and Fuyumi are twins.

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IT took me an absurd amount of time to fully realize what exactly had happened to me.

It was like I couldn't comprehend what was happening to me. My brain didn't understand. I didn't understand. It was all so confusing. I know that I wasn't this person that I am now. I know I had a different name, a different family, a different life. I knew it but my brain couldn't understand how I went from being that person to being this one. There was never a full explanation about reincarnation; whether it was really and if it did, how would it even work. There were no facts, no evidence and to be quite honest I was never bothered to think about it. I wasn't part of any religion, of any faith. It was just the way I was raised.

So I can kind of understand my brain's confusion when I fully realized that I had, in fact, been reincarnated.

And what makes it worse? I was reborn in a world that wasn't even supposed to exist.

A world that's fictional, an anime.

Yeah, I do completely understand my brain's difficulty in understanding any of this.

I don't remember dying. I don't really remember living or my parents' faces, if I had any siblings or friends. Everything is slipping away. Even though I know that this world I'm living currently in is fictional because I used to watch it, I don't remember everything from it. Plot points, some characters, Quirks.

My previous life is disappearing and the only thing I can think now is that I hope my family was able to move on without me.

In this world, I was born as Todoroki Yuna, twin sister to Shōto and younger sister to Tōya, Fuyumi and Natsuo.

The first face I saw when I came into this world was my mother's and even with my blurry, undeveloped vision, I fell in love instantly. Her soft slightly cold touch, her warm voice in my ears and her beautiful eyes that, as I found out later, I inherited. The second was Shōto's as he was held by Mother's other arm and I found myself melting when I realized that he was already looking my way. And the third was actually my older brother's, Tōya. He was the face I saw above me when he climbed onto Mother's hospital bed and was also the first person bar Mother that held me in his arms. His arms were shaking, I realized as he did it with Mother's soft instructions but he managed to do it and was looking down at me with wide, amazed turquoise eyes.

"Hello," he said quietly in Japanese and although I didn't know the language completely, I knew that he was saying hello from my small knowledge of it, "I'm your Tōya-nii."

I don't remember much about him. I knew he was the oldest child, the one we didn't know nearly anything about. It didn't matter either way. Right here and now, he was no longer a fictional character. He was my brother, my oldest brother and I found my lips tugging upwards making his eyes go even wider, if it was possible.

"Mother," he whispered, not taking his eyes away, "She smiled!"

Mother's response was a soft, tired sounding laugh.

"She smiled?" a new voice reached my years and from the feminine tone of it, I could guess it was my older sister. I knew I was right when someone else climbed the bed with a smaller boy and Fuyumi looked at me and Shōto with identical wide, amazed orbs to Tōya's, "They're so cute!"

"I wanna see them!" the smaller child was saying and I'm pretty sure this is Natsuo.

I noticed that our father wasn't present and to be quite frank, I'm happy with it. I basked on the warmth of my new family, letting myself relax and fall asleep with their kind and soft whispers of love in my ears.

Shōto and I didn't get to meet our not so lovely father until Mother was sent home and it was about two days later.

Mother was humming a random song as she finished changing our diapers (for fuck's sake, being a baby is the worst. I can't wait to stop pooping and peeing myself in this damn thing) and putting on our clothes when there was a large sound of a door closing. Scared out of my fucking mind, what the hell was that?, I reached out for my brother as he started crying immediately. Forcing my limbs to work, I took his little hand in mine and in his cocoon of blankets, he curled up to me still terrified.

And that's when he showed up in the nursery's door. Surprisingly, there was no fire on him, probably because he's inside his house, but there was this stoic look on him that made my stomach curl unpleasantly. I hate this man, I thought to myself, even though he hasn't quite do anything that made me dislike him but I know. It was one of the things that I'm quite fortunate to remember.

"Enji," Mother's voice reached my years and if I wasn't an human soul reborn in a baby, I wouldn't have caught the scared tone in her voice.

Father all but ignored his wife and moved towards where Shōto and I were curled into one another. My brother's face was buried in my hold and I tightened it as best as I could before staring right into our father's eyes.

I won't let you touch him, I wanted to tell him so bad, glare at him. Do something but I couldn't.

Our father just stared at us with narrowed eyes as if he was examining us to see if it was finally what he wanted before he just walked away.

I could hear Mother's body slump in relief and the tension in the room evaporate the moment the guy stepped out of the room, his thundering footsteps fading away into the house.

"Shōto, Yuna," Mother took us in each of her arms and held us close to her, her arms trembling. I looked up and caught a falling tear on my forehead, "I love you so, so much. I promise I'll protect you both. I'll protect all of you. I know you won't turn out like him. You'll chose your own paths, with the Quirks he wants or not."

I promise too, Mother. I promise I'm gonna do right by you and my siblings.

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YUNA had nightmares.

Fuyumi learned it when she was eight years old and her younger sister was all but a week old. She and Tōya had been sleeping in their shared room when screams (that were definitely not the ones that indicated hunger or change of diaper) broke them away from the dreams they were lost and in unison like the twins they were, the duo were out of bed before they could even think and rushed into the younger twins' bedroom because they had to calm their little sister before their father woke up and started throwing punches. Literally.

They rushed inside the identical room to theirs with the exception of the baby bed that the youngest twins shared and immediately moved to the little baby that was skrieking, her chubby face a dark red as tears fell from her shut eyes. Shōto luckily remained asleep for the most part which the older girl was grateful for, although she wasn't sure how, because she wouldn't know what to do if both of them started crying.

Fuyumi hadn't exactly known what to do - Natsuo never had the trouble of nightmares as a baby - but instinct made her take little screaming Yuna into her arms, shushing her.

"Shh, it's okay, Yuna," she whispered to her baby sister, holding her to her chest with all her eight year old strength where the baby was hitting with her small fists as she thrashed and continued to cry, "It's okay. Shh."

"'Yumi, we need to calm her down," Tōya said, eyes moving towards the door as if he was already expecting their father to barge in and create chaos.

Which, knowing exactly what kind of a person their father is, isn't far from the truth at all.

"Hey, hey," Fuyumi let her finger run softly on her sister's chubby cheek, "Yuna, it was just a bad dream."

She began to hum the song that she heard her mother singing to Natsuo when he was younger. The lyrics were lost to her memories but the melody she knew. She'd never forget it. And she continued to hum the song softly, Yuna's crying slowly but surely began to lessen until her baby sister was just focused on her face with wide eyes.

Normally Fuyumi would find it weird that the baby was just full on staring at her like she could understand what was happening but the relief she felt that the crying had finally stopped overcame that. The older girl smiled down at the bundle in her arms, looking to her twin who was looking down at their baby sister with a soft, relieved smile.

"There you go," she said softly, warmly.

Yuna's eyes remained fixed on her face as a little, chubby hand reached out and Fuyumi couldn't resist the small giggle that left her when the small hand couldn't reach her cheek and a pout formed in her sister's lips.

Tōya leaned in and watched with wide eyes as the baby turned her eyes to him and also tried to reach for his face. Knowing his baby sister wouldn't be able to reach for it, he held out his index finger and immediately an whole small hand wrapped around it and Yuna giggled.

And the older twins just proceeded to melt at the sound and continued to whisper and mumble things to the little girl, who wouldn't understand a thing they were saying but was giggling cutely, playing with her older brother's finger.

Small moments later, Shōto finally realized that his twin wasn't beside him and scared his older siblings with his shrill cries that wouldn't stop until Yuna was beside him and he could curl up to her.

And it was then that when their mother appeared on the doorway, alone fortunately, her eyes half closed with sleep but by then, the problem was already solved. Even so, both mother and her two oldest children stayed for a couple more moments, watching the youngest twins sleep.

Calming Yuna down from her nightmares without their father waking up or finding out was easier said than done though. There was one night when Fuyumi was ten and Yuna two that she nor Tōya had been able to reach the twins' room first after hearing the wailing.

When they burst inside the room, they found their father standing above the shared crib, with a not so nice expression on his face.

"Quiet," he was telling her, above the crying like she was a pet or something that wouldn't obey him. He didn't touch her. He didn't do anything. He just stood there, glaring down at her.

Was he like this with all of them? Fuyumi had wondered to herself, the answer leaning towards the yes, yes he probably was. She rooted on the spot in fear but Tōya hadn't even wasted a second.

He had rushed in and brushed past their father's six feet tall figure, taking his baby sister in his arms, shushing her and beginning to calm her down in the way that they both learned with the experience. It wasn't long until Yuna was giggling and wrapping her hands around his finger.

"She's a baby," Fuyumi's twin had snapped at their father, turquoise eyes glaring and she immediately reached his side, not sure of what the man would do at the disrespect, "You can't just shut her up by ordering her. You have to actually touch her and make an effort. Not that you'd know that."

It wasn't something their father enjoyed as he narrowed his eyes, "What did you say to me, boy?"

And there was that familiar thing in his tone that made Fuyumi freeze, hand tightly closed around Tōya's sleeve and tugged sharply.

Her brother had the good sense of not saying anything else, Yuna still cradled safely in his arms but she wasn't giggling anymore as she held his finger. No, she was focused on their father's form and just staring at him with her gray eyes. Tōya continued glaring at the man that was the cause of their existence with as much contempt as possible.

Their father took a step forward, his height and the flickering flames that were appearing making it as threatening as possible and the older twins took a step back in unison, the boy holding Yuna even tighter to him. A moment of silence passed and their father spared them another glare before he was out of the room.

And they released equal sighs of relief and Yuna was giggling again the moment the door was shut behind the man.

"Tōya-nii?"

The eleven year old lifted his head from the story he was reading to his three year old siblings, who were lying on each side of him. Shōto was already cuddled up with the older brother, sleeping away. His twin on the other hand was awake and had her eyes fixed on him, "What is it, shrimp?"

Yuna wrinkled her little nose at the name, something she'd always done whenever he called her that, "Papa hurts you?"

Tōya frowned at the question, ignoring the immediate answer of yes, focusing instead on his baby sister, "What do you mean, Yuna?"

She reached out for his left arm, the one holding the book and lightly began to trace the slightly fading scars and the still visible burn marks, identical to ones that are on his legs and face, from a few years ago. Ah, that's what she meant, "This. This hurts?"

"Not anymore," he found himself saying, closing the object in his hands and putting it on the side table.

"Papa did?"

Did Papa do them? is what he knew she meant and it made him pause.

What could he possibly say? Lie and say that he did them while being clumsy or something or tell her the truth, tell his three year old sister that their father, Papa, was the one who did this while beating him mercilessly when he was training Tōya? Most of the burns he still had scattered over his body were caused by the flames of his Quirk themselves, scarred beyond treatment. His body wasn't built the way it should for such powerful flames, it was instead made to resist ice, but the rest of them, the scars and bruises that would color his back and arms and legs the first few weeks after he developed his Quirk were all him; it was all their damn old man's fault.

But he couldn't possibly tell her. He wished he could tell someone, anyone outside this house that not only has nightmares for him but it has his siblings, but they wouldn't believe that the prized Number Two Hero would do something like that. Why would they? Even if to his family he was a monster, to them, to everyone else, he was hero.

And God, how Tōya hates him.

He'll get what's coming to him, he thought to himself darkly, I'm sure of it.

"Tōya-nii?"

"No, Yuna," he lied, reaching out to ruffle the mess that was his little sister's hair. Much like her twin, her hair possessed both colors of their parents but it wasn't split in half. Instead it was a mess of red and white curls all mingled together, "It wasn't Papa that did them. I'm just clumsy."

And then he saw something shift in his baby sister's eyes and she was frowning, her lips in a pout and looking at him in the way that a three year old child shouldn't be, "Liar."

And then she curled up to his side, arms around him, holding tightly, "He's mean."

The eleven year old held his youngest sister that was already slipping to sleep in his arms and thought to himself, Very mean indeed, before he fell asleep as well.

Rei loved her children.

No matter what the reason that led them to be conceived was because she couldn't care less about it, not anymore, not after years of it, Rei absolutely loved her children.

Tōya and Fuyumi were the first ones and she loved them on the spot. The moment that they were delivered into her tired but secure arms, she fell in love right there. And she continued to do so as both of them were growing up. Despite being twins, they ended up being not so similar to each other. They both had white hair like Rei's although Fuyumi had these red streaks all over hers and each of them inherited a different eye color; Tōya had Enji's and Fuyumi had hers. They were both quiet as they grew up, keeping close to their mother's side whenever their father was present and Rei didn't want it any other way. She wanted her children as close to her as possible because she feared the day that their Quirks developed.

And right she was to fear it.

A month after they turned four, the twins ended up developing their Quirks. They had been playing with each other, some game that she can't possibly remember the name of, when suddenly her Tōya's hands were engulfed in blue and around Fuyumi snow seemed to be spawning into existence and Rei's fear spiked when she saw the flames because no, not her baby this can't be happening and was quick to tell her little boy to calm down and not let their father see. Not that it mattered anyways. Children couldn't control their Quirks and soon enough, Enji found out. He casted Fuyumi aside, apparently her Quirk wasn't of any interest to him and focused his greedy eyes on her son and Rei was scared. Because one thing she knew was that Tōya's body wasn't the strongest. Because according to the doctor, his body was supposed to resist ice, not fire.

So she did her best and tried to stop her husband.

"He's four years old!" she had cried, holding her little boy to her chest, his body already bruising all over and he was sobbing, "You can't do this! He's just a little boy!"

Rei was just thrown to the side, her body hitting the floor harshly and she hadn't been able to stop Enji as he carried a screaming Tōya, "Mama!" into the one room in their house that was designed for training. She held Fuyumi close when she started crying and soon, she was joining her daughter.

Enji trained (beat, her brain supplied) her son until the point of exhaustion and everyday, as the moon held high in the sky, her little Tōya would crawl into her embrace, covered in burns and scars and bruises and sobbing that left Rei drowning in her guilt as she used her Quirk to ease her baby's suffering because she was supposed to protect him I'm his mom and I can't even protect him from his father. She would heal her son and try to convince her husband to not be too hard but he'd just scowl at her and push her away, declaring that she didn't know any better and she couldn't do anything except hear her son's screams, unable to do anything.

She'd thought that because of the fact that her son couldn't quite sustain a long time using his Quirk without it starting to hurt him would keep Enji from pushing Tōya too hard. She'd thought that maybe her husband would see that too but instead, he worked her son even harder. Something about the weakness being beaten if he tried long enough. Rei couldn't do anything. She screamed and yelled but her voice wouldn't reach the man's ears. He was full on focused in making Tōya his best creation.

There was a time where her son's Quirk went out of control in a particular hard session and he had be taken to the hospital. He had been exhausted, so, so exhausted and hadn't been able to focus properly which led to the blue flames, that normally her son wouldn't abuse, to burn him and Rei, by the time that she and her son were in the hospital, couldn't get the smell of burning skin off her nose and the sound of her son's horrible screams from her ears.

By the next day, in Enji's words, Tōya was useless to him in the state he was so Rei wasn't surprised when he wanted to try again a few weeks later. She couldn't even say anything. She had just taken it, a tear slipping down her face because in that moment, in a passing thought, she wished she couldn't have anymore children. No more children for Enji to terrorize.

No more children to be linked to this man, to her husband, who would cast them aside if they weren't what he wanted.

Neverthless, Rei loved her children and she loved Natsuo from the moment he was born.

He was all her. Not one similarity to Enji. White hair and gray eyes and a bright smile. She loved him so, so much. She watched him grow up, being close to Tōya and Fuyumi and smiled as her children played together and were happy for a few years. Years later and Natsuo was diagnosed as Quirkless. Rei didn't care for it, she loved her little boy no matter what but Enji had been furious. Her body got more bruises to join the already fading ones because she'd always talk to him in the worst times but her children, luckily, were safe. So much like her twins, Natsuo was cast aside and Enji wanted to try again. She couldn't say no, but she couldn't do anything.

And months later, Shōto and Yuna were brought into the world and Rei's first thought was, please don't be like Fuyumi and Tōya. She couldn't possibly handle it if her newest twins end up like their oldest siblings. But that didn't stop Rei from loving the youngest twins. She loved them so, so much.

And as they developed into toddlers, Rei felt it; the sense of dread and terror that they could possibly be exactly what Enji wanted. She combed their dual colored hair and looked into Shōto's mismatched eyes and couldn't help but feel scared.

But even so, at the end of the day, Rei still loved her children and she'll love them until them the very end.

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BECAUSE Father had stopped training Tōya years ago and he didn't really care much about the rest of us, it meant that he didn't care to be in our lives until our Quirks developed and spent most of his time out of the house on missions and in his hero business.

Not that he cared to be involved much in our lives to begin with but his mere presence was always enough to make us not want to do anything in the house to piss him off. Not play, not have fun. And the knowing that he was in the house was always something that would make us feel down.

So not having him in the house, being in an house completely Father-free was an welcomed feat.

It meant that, other than being in kindergarten and Elementary school, we all had time to spend with each other. Mother and every single one of us. We were able to be a loving family. Mother would help my older siblings with their homework and with Fuyumi's and Tōya's help, they'd teach me and Shōto how to read and write, Natsuo would play with us whenever we'd ask, we'd have dinners as a family with laughter and smiles, instead of silence and we'd have these days when we'd be able to watch movies on TV. I think we managed to watch every single All Might movie that would pass on it due to Shōto's request.

We were watching one of All Might's interviews. He had his signature smile on his face as he answered the lady's every question. Shōto's mismatched eyes were sparkling and he got this beautiful smile on his three year old face, completely focused on the Number One Hero.

"I wanna be a hero like him!" he announced, eyes still glued to the screen where the credits were rolling.

Mother laughed, a kind and warm sound and something we haven't heard in a while. She's been looking more tired and sad, flinching with every sound and sometimes even when she looks at us. I felt my heart ache. I knew I couldn't do anything for her. The abuse, the beatings on her oldest son and the way Father acts when he's at home. She's slowly losing it and I can't do anything other than watch her slowly detoriate and lose herself and soon—

The high pitched sound of a kettle and I can almost hear the screams—

No, stop. Stop thinking about that.

"I wanna be one too!" I also spoke up and I think I scared them because I could feel Mother jump at my voice.

It was the first time I'd ever uttered it out loud. Of course, I'd thought about being a hero before. Being born in this world almost made it an automatic decision but it wasn't an easy one as many made it seem. Yes, most kids want to become heroes in the future. I mean, being given superpowers at a young age made it impossible to them not think about it.

But they never understand the risks of it, until they're in the middle of chaos. And with the few memories I had from this world, I knew that my future was everything but easy, the League of Villains and someone else, their leader I think, being the biggest obstacles that I could remember. I didn't know if I wanted to be in the middle of it.

But then again, I thought, watching Shōto oh so brightly claim that he'll be a hero with a big grin, wherever he goes, I go.

We were twins. We were a packaged deal. Wherever he went, I'd follow and vice versa. Our siblings would tease us frequently for being so clingy with each other but I was never bothered by it. He was the one person that I was most linked with in this life. We shared a womb, we shared more than blood.

I'll never let anything separate us.

Shōto would be a great hero and I'd be one too, if I was lucky to have a Quirk.

And even if I don't get one, I'd still be right beside him through everything.

"You want to become heros, huh?" Mother said softly, holding us close to her. I could feel her arms shaking but looking up at her, there was just a smile on her face, a small one, "That's fine. You're not... bound by his blood. Decide who you want to become. And be all you can be."

Since that day, I kept those words close to my heart and I knew Shōto did too.

Our fourth birthday came and went and the fact that it wouldn't be long until Shōto developed his Quirks and everything would change was getting closer and closer.

I tried not to think about it too much. I pushed that to the side. I focused instead on what was happening. It was sunny day, the sky clear. We had lunch and we were all outside in the courtyard. I was in Fuyumi's as she read on of her books, while Natsuo, myself and Mother watched my oldest brother as he was currently holding Shōto on his back, who was giggling and holding out his arms and legs like he's an airplane.

"Tōya!" Mother called out, "Be careful!"

She had been saying that for the last five minutes but from where I'm currently in Fuyumi's arms, I could just see my brother giving our mother a grin before he continued swinging my giggling twin around.

"He better not let Shōto fall," my sister sighed, shaking her head as she looked towards them as well.

I knew he wouldn't. I knew Tōya would never hurt Shōto or any of us for that matter.

He was the eldest. He was the one would would protect any of us immediately when something that our father didn't like would happen. He'd step up and take the blame. And even though he and Fuyumi were the same age, he wouldn't let his sister try to take any hit. He'd be the one who would always appear like he had a sixth sense or something and say that it was his fault. Like a couple of weeks ago, when I woke up in the middle of the night because I was thirsty. I had managed to find my way into the kitchen and used the stool to reach the glass that was placed on the counter (the only place I could reach with my small height and the counter and it was just barely, mind you) but of course, it just had to slip from my small hand.

I was only been able to watch as if in slow motion as the glass shattered with a loud sound as it made contact with the floor.

The fear that went through me then. I could only imagine what Father was gonna do if he woke up which I was sure he did. My eyes has watered in pure, uncontrollable terror because I was currently a child and Father, Endeavor, was a grown ass adult that could quite literally kill me if he wanted to. And then I heard the rushing loud footsteps and burst into tears.

But it was only Tōya looking like he hadn't even been sleeping if the bags under his eyes were anything to go by but it just made me cry more.

"Easy there, shrimp," he said, immediately rushing to my side and taking my smaller hands in his to pull me away from the mess, "You're gonna get hurt."

"Sorry," I couldn't even control the whimpers. I was so, so scared, "'m so sorry."

"Yuna, it's okay," my brother said sternly but was gentle was he wiped my face, "You're not hurt, are you?"

I just shook my head.

"Okay, that's good," he smiled, taking me towards the doorway, "I need you to go to bed now. Go to bed and I'll clean this up."

"B-but Papa-"

"It'll be okay, Yuna," Tōya assured me, still calm despite the doom that this would be if our father had been the first one to get here or if he decided to show up, "Just go to your room, okay? And-"

"What is going on here?"

I froze. My whole body froze up and went cold like someone had used an ice Quirk on me. I could see that my brother had stiffened up as well and in a second, I was in his arms and holding tightly to his shirt as he held me tightly to his chest.

Father stormed up to us, looking as terrifying as I knew he'd look and I hid my face in Tōya's neck to not look at him anymore, holding even more tightly to my brother.

"It was my fault," Tōya spoke up, the lie slipping easily from his lips like he had rehearsed it, "I was thirsty and wanted some water. I was clumsy. Yuna got scared with the sound and came see what happened. It was my fault. I'll clean it."

But I could feel how his body was shaking and heating up and for a second, I thought that he was gonna attack Father.

"Just clean it up," Father barked, "And watch the noise next time."

And he was gone and we could finally breathe.

That night forward, I always had a water bottle next to my bed so nothing like that never happened again. I decided that I wasn't gonna put Tōya in that position ever again so I refrained from doing anything that would cause trouble for him or would upset Father.

"Tōya!" Mother sounded exasperated and when I looked at my brothers, the older one was now throwing my twin into the air, not really that high, and catching him easily.

From Shōto's happy laughter - something I wanted to cherish dearly - I could see that he was enjoying it a lot.

"Okay, okay," my older brother laughed, respecting Mother's wishes.

"That boy," Fuyumi sighed and in her moment of distraction, I took the glasses that were on top of her nose and slapped them in my face and woah. Unable to help myself, I giggled at the zoom in on my twin's face when I looked at him as our older brother brought him next to us. My sister looked down to me and laughed, "That's gonna ruin your eyes, Yuna!"

"Look cute?" I asked pointing at myself, feeling my temples start to throb in pain but I didn't care.

Mother nodded with a very small smile, the one she'd reserve for us, taking the glasses from my face and bopping my nose, making me go cross-eyed, "Very cute."

"Cuter," Shōto stated pointing at himself and I stuck my tongue out to him, making him do the same.

"No. I'm cuter."

"Nuhuh."

"Huhuh."

I relished in the happy laughter of my siblings and Mother as we argued. We spent the entire day together, eating the food that Mother had made earlier. I wanted to keep this, these moments forever; Mother smiling and laughing happily, not one shred of terror and hurt being shown, Fuyumi and Natsuo enjoying their time with Shōto because the moment that he developed his Quirks it would be over and Tōya being around his family, happy and childish and alive and with us.

I wanted my family to be like this, not the shells they become when Father is around.

"Shō!" I cried out when my twin took my rice ball into his grasp, "Mine!"

But my beloved twin brother just stared at me with an emotionless look that would put his future self to shame and put my rice ball in his mouth, making a mess.

I did not pout. I did not pout, no matter what my other siblings tell you.

He ended up giggling to himself which made melt but again, I always melt whenever I get to see him happy.

"Here you go, Yuna," Mother gave me one of hers and I gave her the biggest grin, giving my twin a stinky eye.

"Hey, want to see something cool?" Tōya said with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in his eyes that I wasn't sure I liked.

And apparently Mother didn't either because she said, "What are you gonna do?" but I could understand the touch of worry and concern in her voice.

He just gave her a grin, "Don't worry, Mother. It'll be fine," my brother's gaze moved once again to me and Shōto, "Watch."

His hand was stretched out, palm to air and for a couple of seconds, nothing happened. My twin and I shared a look before a flash caught my eyes. I turned back to my older brother and there, in his hand, was small flame. My eyesight was bathed in blue. The flame was a mixture of dark and bright blue and it was so achingly familiar. It hurt me with how familiar it was.

From the memories I could still recall of my past life watching this show, wasn't there a villain with blue flames as his Quirk? And burns turned purple all over his body? I looked up to my older brother, at his happy grin, at his arms that were covered with his black long sleeved shirt but I knew of the burn marks beneath them and they were the same as the ones on his cheeks and chin. I looked him over and without really thinking about it more, I wondered, was it possible that he could end up as that person?

My immediate response would be no. It's impossible that Tōya, kind and loving Tōya, would end up becoming a villain. The brother that would protect all of us, that would play with us and tease Fuyumi and Natsuo on their grades and would laugh and smile whenever he was with us.

It can't be.

I don't want it to be true.

I didn't even realize that I was moving forward to try and touch it and if it wasn't for Tōya pulling my hand away with his other, I probably would've burned.

Shōto's eyes were completely entranced by the flame, "Cool."

"Cool," I couldn't help but agree, eyes on it as well.

Putting what I'd just thought about my older brother possibly becoming a villain in the future into the back of my head for later, I watched the flame move in the wind. I'd never actually seen Mother's ice Quirk in action and Father would never use his inside the house. So I could say that I had been excited to see an actual Quirk.Terrified too, of course. Because it just made everything much more real. Because, I knew it was a matter of time until Shōto would develop his and Father would finally have his prized child.

Not if I can help it.

A part of me wanted to trade places with my twin, have the two Quirks to be developed in me instead of him but I knew that Fire and Ice are an essential part of Shōto that he needed to be, well, who he's supposed to be and I would never be okay with taking it away from him but I want to be there for him. I wanted to save him from Father's endless beatings disguised as training. I wanted to learn how to heal like Mother does and Fuyumi is learning to.

I wanted to do something.

I wanted to help my twin, my older siblings and my mother.

I wanted to help all of them.

"Hey, don't gloat," Fuyumi intercepted, taking our attention to her and in her open hand, small snowflakes were brought to life and they were so tiny.

"You too?" I asked my other brother, turning to face him.

Natsuo's face fell at my question and as he looked at his older siblings and I couldn't understand for a second. Why does he look so sad? Did he not have a Quirk or- Oh. Oh. "I don't, uh, have a Quirk, Yuna."

"Which is totally okay," Fuyumi rushed to say, reaching for Natsuo's hand and squeezing it. She had a small, smile in her face, "Not having Quirk does not make you any less of a person than us, okay? You hear that, Yuna? Shōto?" She turned to face us next, "Being Quirkless does not make someone any less human than others with Quirks. Natsuo is still our brother, no matter what you hear someone say, okay?"

I nodded and I could see my twin doing the same. Of course I wouldn't judge my brother for being Quirkless. No matter what, he's my brother. I love him, Quirk or no Quirk. And I wonder if Father hates him even more because of his status. And what makes it worse is that I think he does. I think Father sees Natsuo as a worse result than any other because of his Quirkless status and it makes me angry to think that.

A father, an actual, real father would love his kids no matter what. No matter if they have a Quirk or don't, no matter they choices in their life because a father's love should be the same as a mother's love: unconditional love.

And I hate this man that I call father because out of everything I said above, he's none. He's a Hero, the Number Two Hero even and still, he's almost like a villain in the eyes of his kids and honestly, what is worse than having your own family thinking of you as villain because of your actions?

I don't think there's worst than that.

"Natsuo-nii is still our brother," I said, letting my lips form a an happy grin, "Just like Fuyumi-nee and Tōya-nii."

"Yeah, yeah!" Tōya was by our brother's side, lightly punching his shoulder, "We're all still siblings, even if some of us have Quirks and you don't. Quirks don't matter for shit."

"Tōya!" Mother sounded scandalized and she didn't waste a second before she was hitting him across the head but it didn't look like it hurt because my brother just laughed, "Language!"

But slowly and surely, Natsuo's face began lighting up and the sad atmosphere was gone in a second.

"And your siblings are right," our mother said reaching for my face to touch it gently and doing the same with my twin. Her hand felt slightly cold to the touch but I leaned in regardless, her voice strange when she continued, "All of you are still siblings, sharing more than just blood. Yes, Natsuo doesn't have a Quirk but like Fuyumi said, it doesn't make him any less your brother. You're all my children and I'll love you regardless if you get Quirks or don't."

"Really?" Shōto asked, looking towards our mother.

"It won't matter," she repeated after a couple of seconds, firmly but not unkind. She looked at each one of us, seemingly hesitating when she looked at Tōya and his flame, "Not to me. You'll still be my children. I won't care if you get one or not. You hear me? It doesn't matter. If you get Quirks, I'll be really happy and proud and if you don't, I'll still be happy and proud of you because you're my children."

She looked at each one of us at a time.

"Quirks don't define you. It's your choices and you, my babies, are free to choose who you want to be, Quirk or no Quirk."

"And Father?" Fuyumi spoke up, bringing me into her embrace again and she sounded so sad.

Mother sighed, letting her hands fall onto her lap. To that, she can't seem to be able speak about and I don't blame her. I really don't.

"He doesn't get to say anything in this matter, not anymore," Tōya said in her place. One glance at him and you could see him gritting his teeth in anger, "His opinion means nothing. I've stopped caring about what he thinks and wants for a long time now. He means shit."

This time, Fuyumi was the one who tried to discipline him, "Don't say that. He's still-"

"What? Our dad?" her twin spat the word like it was poisoned, "Does a dad ignore his children when they turn out to not be exactly what he wanted? Does a dad hit his wife whenever she tries to calm him down or stop him from hurting their children? Does a dad beat up his kid into exhaustion and insult them as weak or whiny when they can't take it anymore? I don't think so."

"Tōya-nii is right," Natsuo spoke up next, looking down at his tightly closed fists, "He's not a dad. He shouldn't even be called a hero."

Mother looked like she wanted to intervene but she ended up not doing it. Maybe, deep down, she was agreeing with what she was hearing her children say, things we would never say in our father's presence.

"I hate him," my older brother said and the hatred in his voice would've made me shiver but I agree with him to much because I too hate Father with passion, "And I won't let him hurt Yuna and Shōto if they do end up developing a Quirk that he wants. I won't let him beat them up like he did to me."

And I won't let him hurt you either, I thought to myself, feeling my sister burying her face in my hair, Not anymore. Not Shōto, not you, not me, not Mother.

I'd do whatever it took to keep my family safe.

Months later, an ember sparked to life, rising to become a full flame and ice crystallized to meet it.

This monstrosity is like almost 9k words total and holy shit, I didn't even meant to let it reach that. I did try to find a place to split it but I couldn't find a place I really liked so I'm putting it out like this.

So, first of all: I love this family. You don't even know how happy I was to write this and although I feel like I didn't portray it as well as I should have, I love this family a lot. Rei and the kids, they deserve the world okay? From what I read the manga, Enji has been finding a way to reddem himself and he's trying to make up for what he did but at this point in the story, in the beginning, I can fully express my absolute hatred for him and for his decisions. I really hate him my word. I appreciate the thought of him redeeming himself, of making up for his stupid, absolutely garbage life choices, but still, I can't fully forgive him for what he did to Shōto and how he treated his kids (mainly Tōya and Shōto) and Rei as well.

Yuna means "the wanted", "the desired" (from Breton "iun" = wish). The irony of this lmao; in Japanese "the moon", "the night", although it apparently has a lot of different meanings when written with different symbols so I'm not sure if I'm right on this meaning. I tried to find a meaning and this one was the one that showed up first. I really like the name. It sounds and it is really pretty. I saw it first on Final Fantasy X and I absolutely loved it.

In this I also wanted to show their happy early years before everything goes to shit and her relationships with her siblings and everything. It was more of a introduction chapter of sorts and the next one is where everything is gonna actually start.

Hopefully it was a good read and now, I'm off to complete the chapter of Reborn Moonlight and after it I'll start the seconding this story, because lately my creativity has been for these two. I'll finish my other ones eventually, hopefully so I'm not giving up on any of them.

Until next time. Thank you for taking your time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it.