Notes: Hey, back again! Sorry about the delay. While I tried getting this done last weekend, the mix of work and trying to do this was beginning to burn me out so took a little longer for this one. But glad to say i'm back and ready for season 2! enjoy!

The sky was glowing red.. The light breeze rustled the trees around Katara. She looked around as the leaves blew through the air, seeing she was now in what seemed like a large forest.

"What is this place?"

She looked down at her water tribe robes, her mind reeling why she was here. She walked through the trees until she came to an open field, noticing a single person standing there alone. His dark hair rustled in the wind, but when her eyes met a certain person standing there, it felt as though her heart stopped beating.

"Zuko?"

There he was, one of her friends that she had not seen in so long. His golden eyes stared at her like they always had, along with the trademark scar that covered his face was something she had missed seeing so much. Her stomach swelled with excitement as he smiled towards her, his hand outstretched for her to grab.

"Hello Katara." he quietly said to her.

"Zuko…" her own smile spread across her face as she ran out from the tree line. "I can't believe it's you! How did you get here? Is everyone else with-

Before she got to him, Zuko suddenly screamed out in agony. Katara froze mid step as she watched in shock to him thrashing about, then to a hand gripping the back of his neck. "Zuko, there's someone behind you! Get away!"

Her words were useless as she watched his skin crumbling away, crawling down his body and up his neck towards his face. Katara stared in horror as her friend slowly dissolved away, the firebender's body crackling and breaking up in a sickening pattern. She wanted to run and help him, but for some reason her feet were stuck to the ground, unable to take a step forward. She was only able to see his face laced with fear, calling out for her to come. Her eyes watered as the helpless feeling crept over her heart, watching him slowly fade into nothing more than a pile of dust blowing in the wind.

"Zuko…" she cried out, her hand reaching towards the pieces of him floating away. As the remains of her friend blew through the air, she was then mortified to see the culprit of his demise standing there, his sickly face covered by a severed hand. "N-no…"

Shigaraki laughed as he watched her cry before him, brushing off the dust that stuck to his shirt. "Oh, it seems you were unable to save your friend, girl. So much of a hero you are. Now, I will kill you this time, and no one is here to stop me now!"

Katara's body was frozen as Shigaraki ran towards her, his grotesque hand reaching straight towards her face. All she could do was scream.

"Katara! Wake up!"

"Get away!" Katara thrashed at the sudden presence she sensed, throwing her arms out to keep them back. As she did however she felt a set of hands grabbing her wrists, her body reacting on instinct and pulling back. She grunted as she tried breaking free, her eyes shooting open fearing to be the worst, but she was instead met with the familiar face she had grown close to. She looked around and found herself in her room, realizing what she had just experienced. Her resistance faded, the grip holding her also letting off as she looked up to the mans worried face.

"I-Iida, I'm sorry." she stuttered out as her breathing slowed. She sat up and rubbed her head, grimacing at the sweat collecting on her hand.

"Katara, what happened? I heard you screaming out just now." Tensei said, his eyes filled with worry.

She looked away in shame, afraid she had woken him up. "I'm sorry, it's just… I had a strange dream just now."

"You mean a nightmare…" he grunted, "...You were thrashing and yelling out. What happened?"

She kept her eyes away from him as she subconsciously touched the side of her previous injury, the action catching Tensei's eyes. He looked down as she rubbed her side then back up to her avoiding eyes. "Was it about the attack?"

She sighed and rolled to the side of the bed, looking up to the wall as she tried to avoid eye contact. "Somewhat. I saw the one who led the attack. And... I saw… someone from my past."

Tensei could see the uneasiness in her posture, not wanting to press too hard but not ready to drop the topic. "Your friend… Zuko?"

Katara's eyes shot open at the mention of his name. She turned towards Tensei as he solemnly looked at her, his eyes filled with sorrow for the troubled girl. She took a deep breath and rubbed her arm. "So I was talking out loud."

"Katara, if you don't want to talk about it you don't-

"It felt so real.…" her fists clenched as the images of the fake reunion played in her mind. "… I really thought he was there. He was one of my best friends back where I came from. Someone I thought I had lost was now standing there before me. I felt happy… but then he was killed right in front of me, and I didn't do anything."

Katara stood up from the bed and walked over to the window as her emotions began building. She stared out to the slowly rising sun as her mind spun over itself in a mix of anger and frustration. Tensei was surprised to hear something of her home world brought up again. During the first two months, they both had searched over countless times to things that could have any connection to her world, yet after many nights of failed searches, she had nearly lost hope and began to give up on the search. Several sleepless nights tormented the misplaced bender as her mind began to slowly take in the fact she may not find a way home as soon as she thought. Then, everything changed once she chose to enroll at UA.

Following in what was the regular life in this world, Katara began to seemingly accept where she was and what this place had to offer. And since she was used to helping others and needed a license to do that (Something that still truly annoyed her) she chose to join the school with her new friend. The first week had already been so interesting for her, meeting new friends and learning so many new things about this world she was in now. When the villains came however, the feeling had changed.

After the USJ attack the school had decided to close the next day to give the students some time to rest after the ordeal and to go over the campus security. To many of the students it was a way to collect themselves and to sleep off the anxiety they felt from a real attack. For Katara, it was different. Far different from the others. She had been through a real war where she came from, battled against benders that would have laughed at the sight of most of those "villains" that tried attacking her and Tokoyami. What bothered her was what happened in the end. The Nomu brought back memories of the time she was surrounded in Ba Sing Se, outnumbered and outmatched with no place to go. The fear of being defeated was not even what was bothering her. Hell, the fear of death isn't what was eating away at the waterbender. It was the fact she couldn't do anything to stop it from hurting those around her.

She was helpless, just like when she watched two different friends struck by lightning right in front of her.

She had already voiced her frustration with her host yesterday, so he knew exactly what was bothering her. He huffed out and walked towards the door. "Even though they are opening back up today, I can call the school and tell them you need another day to rest."

"No…" she called out making him stop. She inhaled deeply and turned to face him. "… If I just sit around and sulk I won't feel any better. It will be good to go back. I can clear my head there."

"Are you sure?" Tensei asked, receiving a nod from the waterbender. He sighed and gave a small smile. "Alright, since we are both up I'll make some breakfast."

Before he walked out, Katara called out one more time. "Iida?"

He paused and looked back at her. "Yes?"

She gave a small smile up towards him. "Thank you… for everything."

He smiled back. "You're welcome."

After the door shut, Katara sighed and walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Stripping out of her clothes, she stepped into the water and relished the warm feeling pouring down on her. She sat for a few minutes not moving, letting the streaming water rain down on her face as her mind began stirring awake. Letting out a satisfied moan as she washed her hair, Katara did the best she could to move on and forget what happened. But while she tried, it was pretty hard to ignore what she saw. The dream felt so real compared to the others she had experienced, and it was the first time she had had a dream mixed between her old home and this new place. She took several breaths and rinsed out her hair, scratching her scalp for the pleasure and to distract her mind.

After shutting off the water, she waved her hands several times in front of her body and bended the thousands of drops that covered her body. she wasn't in the mood to use the normal comforting feeling of a towel this morning, preferring just to be finished quick and be done with it. before she sent the water down the shower drain however, she held it in the air and stared intently at the dancing liquid. While she and Tensei had looked for connections to her world and came up with nothing, there was one thing that had began to eat at her sometime before. The one thing that she could never figure out to how it was possible and yet she was doing it everyday that she had lived here in this new and foreign place.

Her waterbending was still active.

Waterbenders drew their power from the moon, which in itself is controlled by the life of the moon spirit. Back when she was at the north pole in her world, she remembered when the original moon spirit was killed, she and everyone else lost their ability to waterbend. It wasn't until her friend and brother's first crush Yue gave her life to become the new moon spirit did their powers become restored. And yet... that was not the case of this world. This place did not have a moon spirit. In fact she had learned people had actually gone and walked on the moon! So her bending should have vanished the moment she arrived here. Instead, she still could, and at night she felt the similar feeling of the moon increasing her bending.

"So why can I still do this?" she whispered to herself, annoyed she didn't have an answer.

Sighing, she allowed the water to fall into the tub and leaned onto the counter. She stared at herself for a few more seconds before she shook her head, clearing her thoughts of that question. She would figure it out sometime, but now, she just wanted to get back to her new friends.

being dropped off to the school by Madoka (Tenya's mother was adamant on taking them at least for the day) Katara and Tenya had made it to their class door, but not without noticing the strange amount of stares they were receiving from the other students inside the building.

"Did we do something wrong?" Katara questioned as she looked around seeing the many eyes locked on the two of them.

"I believe its the fact word spread of the fact we were attacked by real villains the other day." Tenya answered, "They aren't sure as what to say about the matter since it has never happened here before."

Katara sighed and turned to the door, "It's not like we asked for it to happen."

She pulled at the handle and slid it open, revealing most of the others were already inside. Mina immediately lit up as she looked over. "Oh hey! Look who's back. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thanks." Katara said with a smile. Her hand subconsciously went to her side, glad the pain was gone now.

"It's awesome that you are back already. Its crazy how they can heal so fast here at this school." Toru commented.

"I think it's part of you being so bad ass why you are fine. Seems like nothing can stop you." Kirishima chuckled, earning a giggle from Katara.

"Thanks, but It's not like I just walked out without a scratch." She said with a small sigh in the end.

"Oh don't get down on yourself, I heard from Tsu you were amazing back there." Jiro added with a grin.

Smiling, Katara made her way towards her seat in the back, receiving a nod from Tokoyami as she passed. "I'm glad you are alright, Katara. That was quite the day for us." he quietly said while she was by him.

She huffed out and rubbed her head. "Yeah, you can say that again." Reaching her seat, she set her bag to the side and sat back in the chair. She looked over at Uraraka next to her and laughed. "Talk about a crazy week here, huh?"

"I know, this is not what I expected…" Uraraka laughed sheepishly and scratched her head. "… We did much more than I ever thought we would do."

"We did both fake battles and real ones. I don't think anyone really planned that." Katara leaned back in her chair and sighed. 'I wasn't planning it for sure.' she moaned internally.

Uraraka just smiled at her. "Well hopefully it's all over now. We can now just- Deku!"

Caught off guard by the sudden yell from the burnette, Katara followed where she was looking and smiled as well to who just walked in. "Midoriya, glad to see you are all good."

"Uhh y-yeah, all good now!" Midoriya happily stuttered out as he walked towards his seat. Even though they did see him the night of the attack, it still was refreshing to know he was back to normal since he was injured the worst.

Glad to see him okay, Katara turned to look as the door opened to the final student to arrive. To her surprise it was Todoroki, since she had noticed he was always here before she was everyday. His blank face stared forward as it always did as he made his way through the row and to his seat next to hers. He glanced over for only a moment towards her before diverting his eyes away again. "So it seems you are fully recovered now." he quietly stated.

She raised her eyebrow curiously at his statement, but somewhat happy he was showing some concern. "Yes I am. thanks for asking."

He didn't even turn to look at her as he responded. "I wasn't asking. I was stating what I saw. There is a difference."

Katara's eye twitched at the snarky remark. "Okay, do you simply have no social skills or are you just always this much of a-

"Alright everyone, quiet and get in your seats."

Katara puffed her cheeks out in annoyance of being cut off, turning away from the cold teen next to her and to the front to see Aizawa walk into the classroom, his forehead bandaged up and his right arm still in a sling. Other than that he seemed to be back to normal, nothing else too serious.

"Good morning, sir." the class said in unison.

"I'm glad to see you are out of the hospital, sensei." Tsu croaked out.

"Yeah, I heard you got pretty banged up the other day." Kaminari chimed in, earning a grunt from their teacher.

"I am fine, don't be concerned about me…" Aizawa mumbled as he walked to his desk in the front of the class. "… what you should know is that your fight isn't over yet."

Katara tensed up at his words. 'What? Are the attacks not over?' she heard the other students whispering out loud in shock as well, all of them fearing the same as her.

…

…

...

"The UA sports festival is about to start."

"What a troll, Sensei! You can't scare us like that!" Mineta cried out from his seat.

The other students sighed in relief seeing it wasn't another attack, their excitement building up as they realized what was coming.

"Ah man, I can't wait for this!" Kirishima clenched his fists and grinned. "I've always wanted to compete in these games!"

"Wow, I have watched these every year, and now I'm actually going to be in them!?" Mina cheered in glee.

While many in the class were displaying their enthusiasm, Katara was left with a confused look on her face. "The sports festival?" she whispered to herself.

"While some of you may question this after having the attack two days ago, the administration here believes this is the best way to show that the threat to the school has been handled. In addition to that, they are increasing the security compared to previous years to guarantee the safety of everyone here. This is not something to cancel on short notice."

Aizawa noticed the lost look on Katara's face in the back of the room, sighing internally as he continued. 'She really doesn't know about this either. What a pain... guess I'll help her understand.'

"As you all know, the sports festival is the competition held every year here at UA. All students compete against others in several events. You are not just competing against your classmates, but all of the other classes in your year. You will be challenged in two different preliminary events and whoever makes it passed that will compete in the final event. This is the chance for all of you to show what you have to impress the pros across the country. This is when you can get the opportunity to be offered internships to any agency that takes interest in you."

Katara could only sit silent in surprise from the perfect timed explanation to her confusion, catching a quick glance from her teacher before he continued. 'Wow, nice save there.' she thanked him internally.

"The UA sports festival is one of the most viewed events in the world, the best chance for any person to showcase their talent to the rest of Japan. For all of you aspiring heroes, this is not an event to be missed."

Now that she got an idea of what was they were talking about, Katara sat back and looked over as everyone now had a new look of determination in their gaze. She could tell this competition was something they took very seriously and used as the chance to get further towards their goal of being heroes. And the fact of being in a competition against her other classmates brought a smile to the waterbender's face. This was the perfect chance for her to blow off some steam and clear that cloud of doubt over her head. Not to mention she wasn't the only one thinking of the same thing.

Todoroki glanced out of the corner of his eye to the girl to his right, memories of those nights his father yelling out in anger from down the hall. He clenched his fist in frustration, thinking back to a white haired woman crying night after night. He closed his eyes to go back in his mind, remembering the few times she wasn't and holding him close, and a smile on her face.

'I'll win this thing to get back at him. I'll do it with just her power.'

"Wait, are you serious!?"

Izuku Midoriya sat in shock across from All Might in the private teachers lounge. When he was asked to join him for lunch, he assumed it was to ask how he was doing after the attack. What he didn't expect was the horrible news he was just given.

The top hero sat in his deflated state and nodded solemnly. "Yes. It seems my time has been reduced that I can hold my form now. The fight with that Nomu took quite a bit out of me."

The new One for All inheritor felt a lump in his throat from the revelation. He knew All Might was down to his last few minutes during that battle, and forcing himself in such a harsh fight obviously made it worse. "H-How much time are you down to?" he asked.

All Might sighed as he grabbed his side. "Right now? It seems my limit has been cut in half. The time in my hero form is down to around an hour and twenty minutes."

Izuku gasped at that. "But All Might, if t-there's a way to build your strength back and-

"Come on, I appreciate it but don't start getting ideas in your head now…" All Might huffed out and sat back in the sofa. "… My body is already being strained from the damage I have sustained in the years since my injury. On top of that, when I passed on-

All Might stopped himself from finishing that statement, glad to see his apprentice had been staring at the ground in disappointment and hadn't really paid attention to his last few words. He exhaled in frustration to the truth he always knew was going to happen eventually, the truth he didn't want to tell yet.

'If he knows my power will completely disappear soon, it will eat away at his mind too much for his training. I can't tell him that yet.'

Wanting to brighten the mood, the hero put on a smile and patted his knee. "I actually should be thanking you all, Midoriya."

Izuku looked up in surprise to the statement. "Really?"

"Of course. If you hadn't jumped in at the end, I would have had to engage them once again. In my condition I may have been exposed if I moved. And if Aizawa hadn't used his quirk on that Nomu, it would have been a lot worse for me too." All Might then thought back to that glowing water around the teachers head, and the one controlling that water.

"Even Young Katara was very brave and helped with her healing quirk. She is quite the young hero as well." All Might said with a smile.

Midoriya blushed slightly and chuckled. "Y-yeah, she's a good friend too. She has been really nice and supportive."

Seeing the young boy smile like that brought a warm feeling to the blonde hero. He had watched the lonely boy he trained getting friends that he was always lacking. He also felt a slight sense of guilt he had to Katara. He had hoped her secrecy to her powers weren't anything serious, but he also had a nagging feeling there was something to be worried for. the fact she risked her life to help everyone that day at the USJ, including his own was enough to prove him wrong.

"I heard from Aizawa she has fully come open about her healing ability with her quirk. That is good she doesn't need to keep secrets anymore from all of you."

Midoriya's face slightly burned as he thought back to the secret he promised to Katara about her night in Hosu. While not happy lying to All Might, he didn't want to break her trust. He faked chuckled and rubbed his arm.

"Yeah it is good she is open to all of us she is very nice and kind and always thinks of others when in school or when we fought the Nomu and to use her powers the way she did is really impressive with both water and ice its quite incredible not to mention how she can heal with it is so amazing that is something along with her offensive abilities will make her very popular with pros who are looking for interns so this festival will be great for her no doubt she will get lots of offers especially with her being a girl since strong female heroes are very popular with fans most pros will know that as well so the demand will for sure go up because of that and-

"BLEH! God kid, the word vomit that comes out of you is crazy!" All Might groaned as he wiped the coughed up blood from his mouth. He sighed seeing the embarrassed look on Midoriya, huffing out at the kids habit of mumbling on. "Anyway, you are right, the sports festival is the time to display to the world who you are and what you can do. It is going to be tough since you can't fully control One for All yet."

"But All Might, I did control it actually! When I hit the Nomu my arm didn't break!" Izuku looked down at his hand and clenched it. "This was the first time that I had ever tried using this power against a person."

"Well that certainly is interesting…" the hero rubbed his chin to the news. "… perhaps you subconsciously held back since you didn't truly want to hurt them. That is very important though, it means progress is being made. With the changing times you will need every bit of that we can get."

"What?" Midoriya questioned as his mentor walked over to the window, the hero staring out to the city in the distance.

"My time as the number one hero and symbol of peace is going to have to end soon. The villains across the country are noticing it as well. With me being more inactive the crime rate has been increasing, not to mention the fact the attack the other day shows how brave they are becoming. But this is where you have to take it to the next level, Midoriya."

All Might turned back to the silent student, the young boy swallowing the lump in his throat as the hero continued.

"You will show the world who you are on this stage. Declare to everyone who you are and to say to every face watching you… I am here!"

After class was over for the day, Class 1-A gathered up there things and prepared to leave back home. Mina picked her bag up and slid the door open, only to stop and look out in confusion.

"Okay… what's happening here?" the pink girl asked out loud.

Katara looked passed her classmates to the large gathering of students standing outside of their classroom. They were all other first years from other classes, and they were all staring into their class intently. She raised an eyebrow to the mix of amazement and glares she and the others were receiving. "What is all this?"

"Excuse me, do you have business with our class?" Tenya sternly asked, confused with all the commotion as well.

"They are scouting out the competition, four eyes." Bakugo grunted as he walked passed the annoyed Iida. "These kids know we survived a real villain attack, and they want to see how we appear."

The explosion user walked up to the kids outside their door and snickered at their expressions. "Just so you losers know, this is what a future pro looks like. So why don't you move out of the way, you extras."

"Bakugo, your behavior is causing tension among the others here!" Tenya scolded as he chopped furiously at the air.

Katara's eye twitched to the arrogance of her classmate, walking up and grabbing his shoulder. "Are you always this much of a jerk, or do you not even realize it?"

Bakugo glared back to the sudden touch, shrugging her off and flipping back to her. "Get your hand off me, hair loops. I don't need your shit today."

"Oh yeah? When does anyone ever need yours?" Katara glared back at him, causing the ash blondes mouth to curl back in anger.

"What's it matter to you? This shit doesn't affect you."

"It makes our class look bad, and as the class rep I don't approve of that." she snapped back at him.

Bakugo scoffed out at the statement. "The hell you going on about now with that? Who cares about that stupid title?"

Rolling her eyes, Katara walked passed the angry bomber and gave a small chuckle. "It seems you care about it more than anyone when you weren't picked."

"THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!?" Bakugo grinded his teeth as he watched the tanned girl pass by him.

The other 1-A students sat back in surprise to the sudden leadership call out from Katara. Momo couldn't help but smile to the stern gaze in her friends eyes and the irritated look on Bakugo's face. 'Damn, Jiro did say she's got a fire inside her.' the creationist whispered internally.

Stopping in front of the herd of students outside their class, Katara smiled and gave a small bow. "Sorry about that from my classmate. We aren't all like him."

"Oh is that so, huh?"

Katara's smile fell when a blonde haired blue eyed boy walked through the group and came face to face with her. The smug look he wore gave her enough to tell he was not here to say hi.

"Some of us from class 1-B next door have heard quite a bit from you students since school started this year. It's not enough you all skipped the entrance ceremony unlike everyone else, you ended up fighting real villains too." the newcomer scoffed towards her. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you were trying to cause trouble already for us others here."

"Excuse me?" Katara glared and crossed her arms. "How is the villains attacking our fault?"

"Oh of course I do not mean that! Ah where are my manners. Neito Monoma, a pleasure to meet you here." Monoma sarcastically bowed and held his hand out for her to grab, smirking when she didn't shake. "You class 1-A people believe that none of us other classes matter compared to you, but we all are equals, won't you agree?"

"I never said that we think our class is better." Katara responded, causing Monoma to suddenly burst out laughing hysterically.

"Oh class 1-A is always the arrogant class of the school! It is tradition the ones who think they are too good for their own britches end up here! I also hear that the sports festival is the perfect time to give you all a slap of reality and-

Whack!

Katara's eyes widened as Monoma suddenly collapsed from the chop to the back of his head. She looked up to the culprit and was met with a red headed girl with a single pony tail on the left side of her head. The teen sighed and smiled up to the waterbender.

"Sorry about him. Like you said about your class, he doesn't represent all of us in class 1-B."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it…" Katara said, suddenly remembering this girls face. "… Wait, I remember you from the entrance exam."

Smiling, the red head nodded. "Itsuka Kendo, And I remember you, too. You were quite the sight back back at the entrance exam."

"Thanks. You did well too back there as I recalled." Katara smiled.

"I appreciate it, although you did steal most of the thunder from most of the other students." Kendo said with a smirk.

Katara perked her eyebrow up from the statement. "And I thought you weren't-

"Oh I'm not mad. I think it's pretty cool what you did back there..." Kendo waved her hands to the look she received. "… in fact I still owe you for the assist back then."

Thinking back, Katara grinned as she remembered the save she did to the other teen. "Yes, I remember now."

"Hey kendo, don't be friendly with the enemy! They all think they are better than us!" a shaggy gray haired teen with strange jagged eyebrows yelled out from the back.

Rolling her eyes, Kendo turned back and frowned at her classmate. "Calm down, TetsuTetsu. We aren't here to fight." She turned back to Katara, a friendly but confident smirk now on her face. "We can save that for the festival."

Grinning back, Katara placed a hand on her hip and leaned back. "Is that so? I guess we will see what happens."

"Yeah! All you Class A punks will see what we have to show at that festival!" Tetsutetsu screamed out once again, his sharp teeth clenched as he pumped his fist in the air. "It's time to show you punks exactly what a real man can do!"

From his seat, Kirishima rubbed his head in annoyance. "That's my line, come on!"

Later after the students left school and went their separate ways, Todoroki walked through the front door of his home and was once again met with his sister in the kitchen. She immediately stopped when she saw him.

"Shoto, there you are!" She happily said as he removed his shoes. "I was hoping to see if you wanted to go and get some take out tonight."

"I'm fine, thank you though…" He blandly responded, "… I'll just make something here."

"Well that's why I was asking, since we don't have anything. I forgot to grab food after work earlier."

Shoto looked up to his sisters embarrased smile, feeling the slight warmth in his chest rise up as she rubbed her head. "What were you thinking on grabbing tonight?"

"Well, I was thinking something like Soba." the elder Todoroki said with a smirk, seeing her brothers eyes widen just the slightest to his favorite food.

While he didn't show much emotion ever, Shoto couldn't ignore the warm feeling he would feel when his sister spoke to him. Growing up he barely had the chance to truly interact with his siblings all thanks to good old dad, but whenever they did she was always there to try and cheer him up. He gave a small nod to her and slipped his backpack off. "Sure that sounds good."

The door behind him suddenly opened, causing Fuyumi's smile to fade as she looked to the new body walking into the house. The look in her eyes was one Shoto was used to from his childhood, causing his blood to race through his veins to who just joined. He exhaled deeply as he turned up to his father. "You're back home early." he coldly said.

Endeavor scoffed as he shut the door behind him. "Being my agency I can head home when I choose to. I wanted to have a word with you today as well."

Shoto's fist clenched as he glared up to his father, the man who never even spoke to him the night of the attack on the school. Even though he was unhurt, the fact his own family didn't even ask how he was doing simply sent a sharp pain through his chest. Even his older brother at college called to check on his well being. And yet here, this "father" he had never even bothered to check his condition. And yet now he wanted to talk about something.

Looking away, Shoto and took a deep breath. "We were getting food now, so we can talk later."

Fuyumi smiled awkwardly as she tried to stay neutral. "Y-yes, we were going to grab some soba, Dad. If you are hungry I can pick some up for you too so-

"I was talking to him, not to you…" Endeavor's harsh glare silenced his daughter. "… You can go and leave us now."

The frost on Shoto's hand crawled up his arm as he looked to his sister's hurt expression, the elder sibling giving a quick bow and walking out with her eyes hung low. The pained look on Fuyumi's face made Shoto's blood boil, his eyes staring daggers up to his father for speaking to her that way. The hero ignored the glare he received as he crossed his arms and grinned.

"I wanted to speak to you about the festival coming soon. While I am surprised they have not canceled it due to the attack-

'So you did know and didn't bother asking me…' Shoto grunted internally as his father continued.

"This is the perfect opportunity for you to finally live up to the family name. Once you take first place it will show the world just what you are capable of. This is where you show you are above those common kids and why you are different."

Huffing out, Shoto turned to walk away before a large hand gripped his shoulder forcefully. His angry gaze turned back to his father as he shrugged him off. "I am going to go and change. I'm hungry."

"Then you will get to your training once you are finished, understand?" Endeavor sneered down at him. "It would do you good to train both sides."

Shoto's left hand hand clenched at the mention of those words. "I do not need your damn power to win this thing. I'll do it all with hers alone."

The flames on Endeavor's shoulders grew slightly in irritation to his creation's attitude. "You are pulling this shit just to get under my skin, and frankly it may work sometimes. However, this hardheaded way you are trying to go by will just cause you problems. I would hate to find out what would happen if one of your other classmates happened to defeat you, like that rich little brat that beat your assessment score."

At first he was confused to how he found out, Shoto shook his head in annoyance. "So you got the records from the school?"

"Indeed. Being the number two hero has its benefits…" Endeavor sneered. "… I read through your classmates, and you better not embarrass my name by letting those commoners win."

"Are you concerned about all of them, or just one?" Shoto shot back at his father, causing the hero's eyebrow to raise.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I mean to your failure in Hosu with Katara."

Endeavor's flames flared up at the mention of that girls name. He had seen that girls picture among the list of of others that were in his sons class, frustrating him that she was somehow able to get into UA as well. He ground his teeth and clenched his fist as his son continued to stare up at him, the teens eyes never leaving his own. "Did that little bitch come and cry to you about that night?"

Shoto's brow scrunched in anger to the words his father used. He wasn't close to his classmate, but to hear his dad speak that way about her still made him angry. It was different from the random cursing Bakugo would say to everyone that was his way of talking. This… this was from the heart. He took several breaths to keep his nerves level, slipping his hands into his pockets to control his body.

"She didn't say a word until I confirmed it myself. You made that obvious." he coldly responded to his father.

Grunting, the pro crossed his arms and began tapping his finger in irritation. "That police chief was supposed to hide all of those damn stories that came out after that night. That stupid son of a bitch couldn't even get that right."

Sighing out loud, Endeavor glared down and pointed a finger to his prized creation. "At this point it doesn't matter what happened in the past. What does matter is you better not let that girl beat you at the festival. All of my life's work and effort will be humiliated if you fail. So why don't you finally grow up and knock off this act you are trying to pull with only part of your power!? I made you to be the perfect hero, and you will show that, damn it!"

Hearing enough, Shoto walked away as his arms shook. He ignored the sound of his name being ordered back and entered his room, slamming it hard behind him. His teeth clenched so hard he felt like they were about to crack from the pressure, his breath coming in raspy intakes as he stared at the ground. He felt the ice spreading further up his right arm, the frosty chill floating up into his bedroom. He stopped however when he noticed the smoke rising from the left side of his jacket. He pulled his arm out instantly and widened his eyes when he saw the flickering flames across the top of his hand.

"Damn it…" he cursed himself and deactivated his quirk. He had almost let his emotions out once again, the fire feeding off the anger growing inside of him. He took several deep breaths and laid his head back against the door. His heart rate slowed and he brought his left hand up and stared at his palm. The power that coursed through his veins felt more like a curse than a blessing, a curse that caused more pain than any physical hit he could be dealt. For it was the cause of the one thing that gave any form of comfort as a child to disappear after that fateful night so many years ago.

He reached up and brushed his fingers along the burn that was etched into his face, closing his eyes as he remembered more than just the pain of being disfigured, but to the pain of losing the one person he could turn to for love.

"I'll win this festival for myself, not for him. And I will do it without using that bastards power."

That evening in Hosu, the bright city lights illuminating the streets below as people bustled on with their lives. Everything seemed normal as cars honked in traffic, and the occasional hero was swarmed by the screaming fans asking for pictures and autographs. It was the typical thing that happened not just here, but any place that a hero appeared, the crowds running up and begging pros to take selfies with them, or to shake their hands at the very least. While most watched the heroes standing there in awe, there was one who looked in anger.

High above the street, the cities water tower was occupied by a lone figure hunched down glaring out to the noisy streets below. His bandaged arms hung to his sides as his body armor hugged his torso. Behind his raggedy black hair the blood red scarfs blew in the wind along with his torn white mask wraps. The mans dark eyes looked down to the single hero on the road beneath him, watching in disgust as the man posed with fans and walked down the road acting like they were the top dog on the street.

"Disgusting…" the lone figure sneered as he gripped one of the many weapons littered across his body. "… the fakes that litter the streets are a sickness that must be purged from this world. They are all a disgrace to the title they arrogantly claim for themselves."

He wanted to jump down right then and there, slice the throat of that man and let him bleed out on the street. He wanted the world to see this fake die, to prove the truth he knew was what needed to be done. He knew however, the world was too blind to see what he was trying to do for the better good, their blind love for this twisted society keeping their eyes from seeing the big picture. He let his hand slip off the sword on his back, sighing as he watched the pro walk down the road out of sight. Grunting out, the figure looked out to the horizon, knowing he had to lay low for a week or so from his last few tasks he had completed to give himself time. He needed to let the heat blow over so he could work again. Now that he had moved to a new city, he was itching to continue the journey he was determined to complete.

His long tongue ran out and licked his cheek, a smirk spreading across his face. "Soon this place will be purified of the fakes and people will see the truth they have all forgotten. Everyone will learn the true meaning of being a hero once the posers and the trash that flood these streets are culled. Their blood will be a stain on this lie that controls this world."

Notes: DUN DUN DUN! and here he comes! one of my favorite characters in the entire show! and finally happy to get to this point!

Now we are getting to the point where Todoroki will finally play a bigger role in the story. got some fun things planned soon.

till next time!