It was something Kirishima had noticed a thousand times before. The little picture that sat on Fat Gum's desk. It was there since he started his first internship, the picture that managed to be out of place but so at home at the same time. It was simple really, a young woman with long black hair that turned ruby red at the tips. It was loose, falling over her thin frame until it reached her waist. Cupid bow lips where turned upward just the slightest as if she where perfectly content with being right where she was.

Her eyes where a molten gold color that stood out against pale skin. She was dressed a bit strangely, her blouse obviously reminiscent of a kimono, if not more modern. A light pink decorated with white water colored flower petals and a simple flowing white skirt that went to rest against pink slippers. What made it strange was the pink gloves on her hands and the several white and pink cherry blossoms pinned into her hair.

She was turned to the camera just slightly, like they had been walking when someone had taken the picture. He had always wondered who she was and why she held such a high place in Fat Gums life but it wasn't until his second internship when he finally got the courage to ask him. The answer surprised him to say the least.

They had just finished a patrol when he had asked the older man, Tamaki sitting beside Fat Gum went quiet and with gentle hands he picked up the picture as if it where made of the most delicate of glass. "This..." he began with a mix of emotions far to complicated for Kirishima to work out. "This is Kurosami Sayuri. She was my best friend from the time I was just a boy, then about five years ago she became my wife."

Tamaki blushed softly as Kirishima laughed "I didn't know you had a wife! She must be amazing!" He cheered. There was a pause where the room got heavy. "She was." This time it was Tamaki that spoke. His voice hesitant "What happened?" He asked. Fat Gum took a deep breath then set the picture down and looked over at the two. "She is, in every sense of the word, my hero." He settled farther in his chair and began his story.

"We met when we where seven years old. She was transferred to my school after her father got a new job. She was this little thing, looked closed to five then seven where as I was pretty big. She was wrapped in so many layers of clothes that she looked like an eskimo." His laugh was bittersweet at best. "I was being bullied for my size when she appeared out of nowhere. She was this red shield in front of her as she stood in front of me. Her quirk was called Cursed Blood. She could manipulate the mettle in her blood and make it almost as hard as steel. She could even control what she did with it technicality. Then when she released her quirk, whatever she had made dissolved into the air harmlessly."

Kirishima wowed softly "Yeah it was absolutely amazing. Kids in our town thought differently. She was called a villain. Suddenly no one cared if I was fat, she could control blood, so she had to be evil right? We protected each other for years. When I started training to be a hero I asked her to join me, but she had these scars that stopped her from being able to move sometimes right." Kiri couldn't stop the question that bubbled to the surface. "Scars?" He asked softly. "Some from her quirk, but most where burn scars from a house fire when she was six."

"She turned her passion for helping people into teaching. Kids loved her." He said softly his smile turning a bit happier. "I purposed to her the night she finished schooling for her degree and a year later she was my wife. God I loved her, still do." He handed them the picture and Kiri found himself holding it just as his mentor did. "She loved differently though. She was what's called Asexual. which means she never wanted the more intent things. I never even kissed her on the mouth." The two teens looked up confused "She did want to even date me at first. She was scared that she would fall in love and that she wouldn't be enough, and I would leave."

"I spent days trying to convince her that wouldn't happen." Tamaki swallowed nervously "How did you convince her?" Fat gum hummed lowly "She got mad. She swung around one day when we where fifth teen and screamed at me. She said that she was broken. That something was wrong with her and that she couldn't give someone her heart when she knew they would only get hurt. She asked me how I could love someone without making love to them." Both boys blushed softly "I told her that love isn't lust. That if she said she was broken then so was I. That out broken edges matched together. I told her that I didn't know her body but I knew her heart more then I knew my own."

He paused and looked up at the two, when he had looked away they didn't know. He had tears in his eyes. "I never needed that stuff when I was with her and I hope with all my heart you two know that feeling one day. Sayuri loved deeper and more passionately then anyone I have ever met. She was just afraid of showing someone. In that way she's the bravest person I have ever known and when after hours of crying and desperately trying to get me to give up. She finally gave in and gave me a try. I have never felt more special in my life. She gave me her heart."

For weeks, she tried to be the perfect girlfriend but I knew she was still hiding. Slowly, as I showed her I knew how to love her without crossing boundaries, she showed be every crack and break in her soul. I worshiped them all. Kissing her cheeks, making her dinner, carrying her to bed when she fell asleep grading papers. She was perfect. Then in a flash, it was over."

Kiri felt his heart in his throat "What happened?" he asked Fat Gum sighed "She was teaching a class when a villain attacked the school. The lower floors got out but the top floor where trapped by a fire. The hero's on scene where fighting, and they had to get out so Sayuri to a letter opener from her desk and slit her wrists in the bathroom and hid the blood from the kids until she had enough to make a slide. She rescued four teachers and 89 children by holding up the slide with her quirk long enough to get them to the ground safely."

Neither boy breathed as they waited. "She was found four hours later after they put out the fire. She died of blood loss but there was a lot of burns too. She has a statue in her honor at the school, modeled after that picture even. I moved away shortly after. I couldn't stand walking by her likeness everyday but... I could never forget her. I don't think I would still be a hero if she wasn't watching over me." Fat gum didn't bother wiping his tears away. Neither did the Kiri or Tamaki. "I can only hope to be half the hero she was, and when I meet her again I hope she'll be proud of the man I've become." Kiri set the picture down carefully before throwing himself at the bigger man, Tamaki resting his head against his stomach. "She would be. I know she would." The three cried together.

Weeks later Kiri went back to the agency with two small boxes and when Fat Gum ask he gave them to him. In one was a delicate angel made of crystal, special only because it looked exactly like the picture on his desk, and the stress fractures that ran through it. The surface smooth while the inside looked like it had been shattered. In the other was a Hero License. The color scene was white and pink with small gold highlights. The Loving Hero: Guardian Angel was named a hero two years after she showed the world what hero's should be