I was kept in the hospital for an extra day after the boys were discharged. And I was not pleased. Apparently, they were taking "records of my physiology," but the only thing I saw change was the little camera in the corner occasionally flashed red when it turned on. I could have texted the class, but I was just fine with staring blankly out the window. And thinking way too much about the night before. Things I could have done differently. How dangerous I really was. How… scared I had been. The Nomus and the Hero Killer attacking at the same time. Were they both affiliated with the League of Villains, Shigaraki's ragtag group of baddies? After their attack on the USJ, and this one, I found myself wondering how far they were filling to go.

Now, I like to think that I can handle things myself, and that usually gives me a huge confidence boost, but it also can be a pain. I don't work well with others, necessarily, and I'm too powerful for petty combat. Like last night- did I really have to hit the villain with a billion volts just to shut him up? It would definitely ruin my reputation if anyone found out. I needed to get myself under control.

Eventually, I got a freaked-out call from Uraraka demanding to know if I was okay. I responded with, "Duh, nothing fazes the unstoppable Thunderbird!" After she hesitantly hung up, I scrolled through the news to update myself. Oh. My. God. People were talking about the Hero Killer's "true Hero" philosophy. Some of them sounded like they agreed with it. Bullshit. They were obviously looking the other way at the atrocities he'd committed and calling him some kind of 'visionary.' Again: Bull. Shit. The underground villain industry had boomed, a bunch of puny knockoffs claiming the Hero Killer's philosophy and taking on Pros way out of their league. That made me pause. If villains were being this bold, then we were going to have a problem.

The flight to Endeavor's Agency from Hosu was a little harder than I thought it would be. There was some kind of weird ache in my wing, and my Quirk- I'd tried to banish a headwind- was acting up- I'd ended up making it worse. I felt really out of sorts, and kind of like I needed to punch something.

Todoroki was already in Endeavor's training room when I got there. I changed back into the combat gear- black on black with double buns- and met him there. His eyebrows shot up as I walked in, "That's a really bad scar." I started, quickly looking as best I could back at my wing, "Where?!" He stuck his finger at my shoulder. Sure enough, a short (maybe four or five centimeters), jagged scar slashed across my otherwise unblemished skin. "Dammit!" I snapped, running my fingertips over the raised skin, "I'm gonna kill that bastard!" Then with a sigh and a wistful pout, "No more off-shoulder dresses for me." Todoroki rolled his eyes. "This is serious," I whined, "They're the only type of dress that looks good with wings." He shrugged, "It makes you look tough, I guess." I made a whiny noise as Endeavor stomped in.

His flaming eyebrows shot up (the similarities between father and son were so cute!), and he grumbled, "Well. We have much to discuss now that both of you are back." He crossed the room and turned off his flame face, bright red hair replacing the blaze. The room seemed colder almost immediately. "We're going to spar. If either of you two can beat me, you'll have the rest of the day off," he boomed, the rest of his fire flickering away. I blew air through my teeth, "And if we don't?" His icy gaze met mine, "You'll be training till you drop dead with exhaustion." I raised an eyebrow as Todoroki swung his leg over the ring's divider. Endeavor stepped in after him. I folded my arms and paced around to face Todoroki. Something way too deep burned in his eyes. My gaze flicked between them, "I'm not sure who to root for." Endeavor grumbled and Todoroki's mouth twitched, but his eyes didn't leave his dad.

Todoroki moved first, a red and white blur barreling into Endeavor. I jumped out of the way as Endeavor blocked and they slid back through the ropes. The sad, dangling ends caught on their legs as Todoroki tried to sweep Endeavor's legs out from underneath him. His leg slammed into Endeavor's, but the man didn't move at all. I winced as Endeavor practically batted Todoroki aside like a little kid. An involuntary "HEY!" burst out of my mouth as Endeavor's watermelon-sized fist connected with Todoroki's stomach. Todoroki landed hard on his knees, heaving and gasping for breath. Tears ran down his face.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" I fumed, "That's your kid, asshole!" I jerked a hand at Todoroki, who was doing his best to sit up. Endeavor didn't have any kind of expression on his face, "He was weak, so he was punished." I kneeled down next to him and rested a hand on his shoulder, using my other hand and my wing to steady him, glaring at Endeavor, "I don't give a fuck how weak or strong he is, and in my opinion, he's pretty badass. He's literally your legacy, sir! What right do you have to do that to him?" Endeavor crossed his arms, "Don't tell me how to raise a strong son. Your turn."

I left Todoroki on the floor and jumped over the ragged remains of the ropes of the ring. Endeavor cocked his head like an inquisitive puppy (wow, not my best metaphor) as I bounced on my toes. I looked for any kind of opening, but Endeavor was built like a brick wall. Da-a-a-ammit. I was seriously doubting my choice to sass the number two Hero when he took a huge step forward, covering easily half the distance between us. That was when I noticed his hips. He was favoring the right side. Had he just taken a bad step?

With a savage grin, I feinted, thankfully eliciting a reaction, and nailed my heel into the joint. I thought I'd gotten him until his hand wrapped around my ankle and yanked me off my feet. Thankfully, after a pretty embarrassing yelp, I was able to twist away and land back on my feet. Ok. Now he was getting on my nerves. I planted my hands on my hips and cracked my neck as Endeavor nursed his hip which I had probably just injured severely.

Todoroki was back on his feet, and he popped up next to me. "So, uh," I muttered, "Will you be mad if I karate-chop your dad?" Todoroki grunted. Well alright then. I darted forward at the same time as Todoroki and we each took a side. I was on the left again, and I targeted Endeavor's hip. Wow was old age convenient. Unfortunately for us, Endeavor's huge hands stopped us in our tracks. His palm went straight into my face, and my head cracked back. Blood ran down my face as I staggered back. I licked my lips and wiped my hands on my shirt. Todoroki's tank top was caught in Endeavor's fist. I took that as an opportunity to wrap my wings around his other arm and yank him off balance. With Todoroki pushing on the other side, we FINALLY managed to knock him over. I sat on his back until he grumbled, "Get off."

I whooped and pumped my fist in the air. Even Todoroki looked semi-pleased with himself. Endeavor turned his flames back on and sent us home with another grumble. "Hey," Todoroki said on the way to change. I looked over my shoulder, dabbing the last of the blood from my nose, "What?" He scowled, "Thank you. I've never been able to best my father in combat before." I stuck out my tongue, "Four fists are better than two. ALSO, my family wants you to come to dinner tonight. My dad made too many okonomiyaki for my family. Don't know how he did that- we have nine people- but he wants you to swing by."

Todoroki looked at me through his white eyelashes, "Sure. Beats cold cereal by myself." I paused, "Dude. That's just sad." So I walked with him to the train station and flew as close as I could to the train as it lanced through the countryside. When we arrived at our apartment building, we were greeted by six pint-sized tuxedos. "The hell are you doing?" I hissed to Taine. "Dad said we had to be fancy 'cuz he made dinner for your-" and I swear he screeched this- "BOYFRIEND!" My face was probably tomato-red, and Todoroki didn't look much better.

I turned around, blocking my fake-kissing brothers with my wings and blushing up a storm, "I am so sorry. I had no idea they would do this-" Todoroki cut me off with, "It's fine. My siblings wouldn't be much better." I tried to cover up my mortification with, "You have siblings?" He held up three on his fingers. My brothers clamped their little hands on my arms and the hem of Todoroki's jean jacket and dragged us into the house. Our house looked completely normal, except for my evening gown-clad mother draped over the back of the loveseat. The shiny golden sequins on her dress caught the light as she stood up, fluttering over to further embarrass me and fawn over Todoroki. My dad soon emerged from the kitchen in full-chef garb, puffy hat included.

It was kind of hard not to melt with embarrassment as my family plunked Todoroki at the head of the table and dug in, asking him awkward questions about school. So when he finished (I hadn't, mind you), I let him say thanks to my family and dragged that boi out of my house. Then I actually bowed to him and apologized seven hundred times for… well, my family. "It's fine," he said contemplatively, staring at the sky, "That was kind of a nice change from my family. I love them, but sometimes there's just that missing… energy, I guess." I nodded, "Sometimes my brothers are a bit much though." I jerked my thumb over my shoulder to the six faces pressed against an upstairs window.

Todoroki chuckled, saluting the boys. I gasped in fake shock, "Did you just laugh?" He shrugged, a smile still on his face, "I've had a good day today. Pretty rare." Cue the several-minute-long awkward silence. "Well," I said, probably a little too loud, "Thanks so much for putting up with me again today. I'll see you tomorrow?" Todoroki smiled and walked off into the night. Something weird and warm and cringey flushed across my face as I made my way back into the house. My mom was passed out on the couch, my dad next to her on the floor. My brothers were in bed, too (they'd changed out of their little suits). I was kind of bummed that they weren't up for me to yell at them.

I went to bed, too, but I kept thinking about the day. And Todoroki. Wow I was being so stupid. To summarize the day, I was pretty sure I'd just made a new best friend. And a tiny voice in the back of my head kept hoping that he was something more, but I dismissed that as hormones. And as I drifted off to sleep, the last thought that came into my head was how hard Bakugo would laugh at me if I told him how ridiculous I was being.

Okay, I know this is short and fluffy, but bear with me, I'm writing the Two Heroes movie for next week (get hyped, it's gonna be fucking awesome!). Also I'm still trying to figure out any shipping information here. I was going to start with Bakugo- but the personalities would clash, I think- and Todoroki is just so damn hard to write for 'cuz sometimes he's an ass and sometimes he's a big brother. Please let me know which you would prefer and I may or may not take that into account!

Sorry again~ The Graceful Egg