"You need to take a break!" Ichigo yelled for the third time. Luciana was sitting on her bed with Ichigo yelling at her. Matt was sleeping over at his friend's house so that he wouldn't overhear. "You're overworking your poor body and you're going to get hurt! Then where will Matt be? Do you think Thom would want this for you?" The woman leaped to her feet.

"Stop. I told you you could yell at me, but not to bring my brothers into this. I'm doing this to provide for Matt." The bluenette snarled into her best friend's face. "I give up everything for Matt. And I'm doing it for Thom."

"Thom didn't mean it like that! He wanted you to take care of yourself too!" He retorted.

"I do take care of myself!" She yelled. "But the nightmares get so bad, that I can't sleep!" Ichigo stumbled back as if she had slapped him.

"You… you're still having them…" his voice was soft. "You told me they were gone. Was that a lie?"

"No! They were gone!" She insisted, running a hand through her hair. "But then… I met Mishi. He looks just like him." Her voice cracked.

"I know he looks just like Thom, but he's not. Thom is gone." The pinkette hugged her. "Why didn't you tell me you started having nightmares again?"

"I didn't want to worry you. They're going away with time," she mumbled. "I'm sleeping better now."

"Ok… but if this happens again, you're quitting a job." He held her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Promise me, for Matt, because he was really worried about you."

"I promise. I won't overdo." Her gold eyes flashed with sincerity.

"Thank you." He hugged her again.

"No," Luciana slammed the door and locked it. She stomped over to the couch and dramatically flopped onto it.

"But you need to take a break!" It was Pake yelling on the other side of the door.

"I told Matt not to tell anyone! Who told you anyway?" She called back from the couch.

"Ichigo texted me! He told me what happened."

"Well, leave me alone!"

"No! Not unless you'll let me watch Matt!"

"You're not watching my brother!"

"I watch him at school!"

"This is our personal life!"

"I'm your friend!"

"Exactly!"

"That means I care about you."

"And that's why you're not going to watch Matt."

"Lucy, I stay home alone," Matt interjected from his room.

"See? He doesn't need you, Pake!"

"But he can't cook."

"Leftovers."

"What about strangers? Or other dangers?"

"He's training to be a hero! He doesn't need coddling, so stop!" She stormed over to the door and opened it. "I'm protective, not smothering. I respect his wishes and he doesn't want a babysitter. He doesn't need one."

"But I want to." The hero pouted.

The villain leaned close to him and said, "Fuck what you want. Your opinions can damn well go to bloody hell and die."

"You literally scream at me for cursing…" he muttered.

The woman retreated to the couch again. "That's because this is my home and Matt can't hear."

"Wow, that's unfair." The man stepped into the entryway and closed the door. "What are you even doing tonight?"

"Whatever I want. I haven't had a night off like this in… forever." She flipped the man off. "Matt doesn't have school, I don't have work, and Ichigo does have work. The only problem is you want to bug Matt. He's almost an adult, leave him be."

"Only if you promise to be careful." He was worried about her again.

"I'm always careful." She snarked.

"Then what about when you were walking home from work and got caught up in the fight?" he glowered at her over the couch.

"I was being careful. I just got a bump on the head and a bitten cheek." And a crush.

"...you had a knife held to your throat."

"By a boy who was terrified."

"You were tackled into a wall."

"Because I was accidentally caught up in your stupid work. It's not like I had meant to be there."

"And you just so happened to be assaulted and make Endeavor rescue you!"

"And I would have been fine!" she poked his cheek. "Go bug Ren, he's expecting you. And you are going to keep him from knowing I'm not with Matt." Ren and Pake were middle school friends.

"I swear All Might wouldn't even be able to deal with you!" The man stomped out, oblivious to the woman's reaction.

"All Might wouldn't be able to remember me." She mumbled after him. Never mind going out and bar hopping, she'd rather stay in now. Fighting with someone who was like a brother and a bad memory being brought back spoiled her good mood.

"Well, let's go buy some stuff."

"Come 2 roof"

FlameBoy: "Why?"

"U work tomorrow?"

FlameBoy: "Why?"

"Drunk and want 2 talk"

Luciana sighed. She had texted Todoroki a couple of times, but he generally left her on read. She looked at the texts again. She definitely was drunk if she was using text-speech. "Plz" She and Todoroki had been talking in the past months since she had passed out, so there was a chance he'd come.

She grabbed a bottle and sipped some more. Several empty bottles laid around her along with a couple of unopened ones.

"Why are you getting drunk up here?" Todoroki's voice rumbled from behind her.

She shrieked and jumped. The big man sat down beside her.

"Oh, you came…" she giggled. "I didn't think you would."

"How much alcohol have you had?" His brow furrowed.

"A lot. I have a high tolerance." She stopped herself from reaching up and touching his face by drinking.

"What the heck are you drinking?" His blue eyes were focused on the bottle.

"Something. You want some?" she offered the bottle. He took it and set it aside.

"No. I think you need to stop." He offered her one of the water bottles she had brought up and left sitting.

"You're right, hero boy." Her shoulders drooped. "But if I do, then the memories will come back."

"Memories?"

"My brother died, I was abused, then I…" Her eyes shot away from his. "Nevermind." She took the water and chugged it.

"You killed your parents?"

"Did your research on me, huh?" her voice was bitter.

"It was termed an accident." He was confused.

"That night," she chuckled hatefully, "that was not an accident." She snatched the open bottle off the ground and started chugging it.

"What the fuck?" He swore. There had been most of the bottle left and she had almost emptied it. He quickly grabbed the other bottles and moved them to his other side.

"What do you mean? What I said, or how much I just drank?" Her words were only slightly slurred.

"Both. Tell me how it wasn't an accident." He took the bottle and finished it so she couldn't, wincing slightly at the burn and taste.

"You're not bad," she commented. She was staring at him. "So I guess I can say. Just, don't tell anyone. Although, you might need a drink."

"Ok?"

She mumbled something, staring off into the distance. Then, she began talking. "So, I was named by my aunt. She loved America, so she gave me and my brothers with American names."

"What does that have to do with your parents?" He shifted uncomfortably, blatantly staring at her profile. She seemed to glow softly in the moonlight. "And I thought you only had one brother."

"It's a looooong story so I'll get to that." She sighed. "So, I was bullied as a child. My name was different, hard to say right, so I went by Ana. My big brother, Thomas, would always help me. He was the best, sweetest brother.

"Matt, Matthew, was born when I was five, and Thom and I loved him to pieces. His quirk has a pretty bad drawback. It affects his speech and social abilities in a bad way as you've seen. He's gotten better though.

"Fast forward about three years. I was nine, Matt was three, and Thom was sixteen. Matt's quirk was revealed to us. It was an enhancer that improved his cognitive and physical abilities. Thom's was like that too, only the physical part though, just like our father's. My quirk came from my mom and aunt. They both had a quirk like mine, but really weak. Mine was super strong. I could create stuff and barriers out of light energy or something. It was white." Her smile fell as tears gathered in her eyes.

"Thom was walking me home from the park on Christmas day when I was nine or ten. We were there so that my parents could wrap our presents. A drunk man attacked me, trying to kidnap me or something. Thom jumped in and stopped him, but he got hurt. He was injured badly by the man's quirk. I screamed and grabbed him, protecting us with a dome. There were a bunch of heroes hanging around.

"I was screaming and crying, covered in my brother's blood as I tried to help him. The heroes just watched and the man got away. My brother's last words before he died in my arms were 'I love you and Matt, so take care of him, ok, Lucy?' An ambulance showed up and took both of us in separate ambulances. They had to pry my hands off of my brother.

"I was traumatized and my quirk changed. It became darker, like… the innocent glow vanished." Luciana sniffled and wiped away some tears. "My parents changed. They became abusive toward me. They blamed me for Thom, their precious star, dying. He was trying to become a hero. My parents were so proud of him." She shuddered and stopped talking for a minute.

"I shielded Matt for the next three years. I hid the injuries and pretended to be really clumsy. I'm not clumsy though. Never was. I was always graceful and as well-balanced as a dancer. At least, that's what Thom said. I tried to get help, but…" she giggled. "Well, I was just a runaway to All Might. Nobody believed me. They all thought my parents were amazing. So, I gave up on that and did it on my own."

She fell silent for a couple of minutes. "My parents broke my arm, a couple of ribs, and gave me a concussion. They were drug addicts." She sniffled again and looked down. "I was screaming in pain from my arm and experienced a dissociative episode. I came back to my senses because of Matt. I was only twelve, and… I had no other choice." Another heavy silence fell as she regulated her breathing.

"I killed them. My quirk turned blood red. The police came, put me in the hospital, and put Matt in foster care. When I was considered well, I was put with Matt. I protected him for the next six years, doing my best for Thom. And then I got a job and brought Matt with me. I live for him and work three jobs to make it so he can go to UA." She turned and met his eyes. "Pretty sucky, huh?"

He couldn't speak, so instead, nodded. She smiled sadly and shivered. It was really cold out. "That's why I hate my last name and hate heroes.

"But, you're… different? You helped me despite me looking like I could be an attacker." She sniffled. "So are Pake and Mishi. Mishi looks like my brother. He's the same age too. But my brother didn't have wings."

"Come here," Todoroki motioned for her to come closer.

"Why?" She wiped her runny nose on the sleeve of her jacket.

"Because you're cold and I produce more heat." He snapped and pulled her closer. He draped an arm across her shoulders as she leaned into his side.

"Thanks," Luciana mumbled shyly. Her cheeks were on fire!

"Tch," he scoffed. "I understand an abusive father. I had one myself."

"C-can I kiss you?" Her voice was quiet. "Just… close your eyes." She was still pretty drunk.

"Ok…?" He closed his eyes and felt her move. Luciana knelt and grabbed his face gently. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss before pulling back.

His eyes opened quickly. After a moment, she opened her eyes. "I told you to close your eyes." Her face was visibly red in the dim light. She covered her face with her hands. "That was my first kiss!"

"So close your eyes and move your hands." His voice rumbled. "I'll give you a real first kiss."

"F-fine." She complied. He carefully leaned in and kissed her firmly.

"That's a real first kiss." He growled.