I've been listening to my sister explain BNHA to me and this little idea ended up popping up. And since I've got nothing better to do when suffering from Iritis I decided to share it with everyone else.

I only own my characters. Nothing else. Enjoy~

Naraka Nozomi was 6 when she lost her father. She couldn't do anything to help him, not even with her quirk Selfish Regen. It allowed her to take on the wounds and pain of others through skin contact and then heal herself. Problem was she couldn't take on others diseases. She watched as her father Kiba lost his pale blond hair, only a shade darker than her own, and his weight.

She watched as he closed his eyes one last time. Held her mothers hand as his coffin was lowered into the ground. Watched her mother lose herself to alcohol. Listened as she was blamed for not saving her father.

"You have the healing quirk, how could you let him die?!"

She was 10 when her mother stopped being her mother and became just Naraka Haru. Because that was the day she was kicked out.

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It wasn't even that shocking, all things considered. She had come home to find a note on the front door and her key no longer working. Nozomi hadn't been too concerned, maybe they were due for new locks and her mother just didn't tell her. People exchanged their locks all the time right? Opening the note told her otherwise.

Your things are in the back. I don't need a failure to keep reminding me why I'm alone. Don't come back, you're not welcome.

Tears welled in her eyes. She knew her mother didn't care much about her but she had hoped there was enough residual love to at least give her shelter. She wasn't going to cry though, her tears had run out a long time ago. She had nothing to cry for.

(Even if her eyes gave away her real thoughts.)

She found her things in a box thrown against the brick wall where their trash cans were kept. It seemed as though her moth- Haru just grabbed everything and threw it out without a care, which was good because she had hidden a couple of things of her fathers in her old bags. She took a moment to decide what she'd take with her and what she might be able to come back for.

She put a few outfits and a blanket in a duffel bag from the garage and slipped her father's old pocket watch into her pocket and separated some of her winter clothes into a couple other backpacks she would come back for.

It only took an hour of walking to make it to the local trash dump otherwise known as Dagobah Beach. She'd found a lot of interesting things here over the years, from a working microwave that had a few scratches to cell phones of all makes and models to an rv that was missing its roof. Electricity would be hard to get but she'd figure it out. Otherwise she might die trying for real.

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For the last four years Musutafu has seen the rise of a new Vigilante the public named Miracle. The only known facts about them is they take on villains and are able to heal people of their injuries, almost like they reversed their time to just before they were injured. Every injury that was said to be given to Miracle seemed to disappear within hours if not minutes. The police force was stumped. And whenever they're stumped they call in Pro's.

Aizawa Shouta was not the first hero to be called in, but he was going to be the last. He has never failed in his arrests since graduating UA.

(Any failures happened while at UA not after.)

And it seemed like tonight would be the night, because just across from him hidden in the shadows was Miracle themselves. He was about to release his capture weapon as they tensed up when he heard the pleading from below.

"P-please! I've g-got the m-m-money!" a small woman in her thirties with green scales all over her was holding out a large wad of money to a man and woman semi hidden from his view. When they stepped further into the alley below he could make out the bald head and muscles of the man as well as the almost amazonian looks of the other woman who started speaking.

"The heroes have been more active lately, which is bad for business. Meaning we need to up payments. You understand don't you?" she sighed as the woman sobbed. "It's nothing personal, but unless you want your son to go missing I suggest-" Aizawa blinked as one moment he was about to spring out and the next Miracle was in front of the smaller woman.

"Forgive me for intruding but I don't believe that would be completely legal."

The voice was distorted as though they were using a faulty voice changer. The amazon tried to hide her shock at the sudden interference.

"Well there goes being nice. Kiba, be a dear and dispose of the trash." The man, Kiba apparently, started to bulk up- only for Aizawa to use his quirk to stop it. Just as the man was going to charge anyway, Aizawa jumped down to join the fight.

"Extortion and blackmail are illegal." He said in his deadpan voice. The amazon let out a tch before a smirk came over her face.

"Is that so? What'll happen to me if I'm arrested?" her voice took on a slightly breathy tone.

"You-" as soon as he looked in her eyes he seemed to lose control of his body. 'What the hell?!'

"Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Allure. As you can feel my quirk lets me take control of any man when they look in my eyes," her face morphed into a smirk, "be a dear Eraserhead and get rid of the unwanted guest."

To his horror he couldn't stop himself, couldn't even activate his quirk on anyone but Miracle it seemed. Thank goodness Miracle can fight otherwise he'd feel too guilty to properly arrest them. Maybe. It also seemed as though his movements were stilted a bit.

Kiba was also fighting Miracle in his powered up form. The scaled woman had been backed into a space between dumpsters away from the fighting. This moment of concern cost him a kick to the head, and as he stumbled back he felt himself regain control. It was a little hard to concentrate, he might have a concussion.

"What the-? My quirk couldn't have failed unless," there was an enraged squeak, "You're a GIRL?!"