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Mei became lost in a sea of old memories, back when she used to be apart of a happy family. She found herself looking at an old family picture from when she was younger.

Her mother had put her hair up in a twisted ponytail and had her wear a silly summer dress that she absolutely hated. Maybe if she knew it would be one of the last times she would see her, maybe she would have made a better effort into taking a nice family picture instead of displaying a massive pouty face.

The young inventor wondered how her mother was doing, she hadn't spoken to her since she moved out. Her mom traveled the world as an artist and that's probably where Mei got her creative side from.

Mei set the photo down to make her way over to her old bedroom, it was still the way she left it, an absolute utter mess. Bits of scrap metal littered the floor, the walls were lined with blueprints of past babies, and her desk was an unorganized jumble of papers.

She approached her desk to open one of its drawers, inside was a little tab revealing a hidden compartment. Inside was a little jar which contained some sort of green glowing fluid that glimmered just like the battery, Mei figured that it would come in handy later on. She then turned her attention to scour the room for blueprints that might be useful.

Mei looked under her bed to find a massive black case that she dragged it out with a huff, the thing was heavy. She peered at the colossal container with disgust. She knew very well what the contents were, and if she had her way she would rather have forgotten about its existence for as long as she lived.

But she made a promise to protect Izuku no matter what, even if meant reliving bad memories.

Inside was everything her father had made her prepare for the Hero course, books and items meant to help her become one. But she rejected them as she didn't want to be a hero, she wanted to make babies, it was what brought her joy in life. Seeing something that she had made with her own two hands come to life.

But her father never understood that. He only saw them as distractions, if it wasn't for her mother, Mei would have never have had the means to continue to work on her babies.

When it came time to pick a high school Mei had looked to study somewhere where her talents could truly shine, like I-island, but her father ultimately rejected the idea, stating that he was going to send her to U.A. and the decision was final.

Working with her mother, they had finally been able to coax her father into letting her at least join the support course. It had taken some time, but Mei just wanted one chance to prove to him that she could be a hero in a way, using her gadgets to do so.

He reluctantly agreed, on the condition that if she were to fail he would pull her out and send her through the hero course. It didn't take long however for the young inventor to start experiencing screw up after screw up, and before long her father sent in a request to have her transferred.

But Mei was persistent as well, she was going to keep trying for as long as she could.

Nevertheless, her home life grew worse, she would constantly come home to disapproving glances from her father and lectures on how every Hatsume before her was a hero in one form or another and that Hatsumes could only be heroes.

Mei took that as an ultimatum, prompting her to leave the comfort of her family's home, hoping to leave it all behind.

Mei stared at the container and began to unlatch the case to peak at it's contents, suddenly every door and window clicked and was followed by a loud shutter slam, the home's security was in full effect and it had trapped Mei inside.

"Oh, crap."

The pinkette rushed at the nearest window to try and pry it open, but it wouldn't budge. Mei had to think of an exit strategy or else her father would find her and it was going to be the last she would ever see of Izuku because, after recent events, there would be no way on earth he was ever going to let her out of his sight again.

The young inventor looked around trying to find some tool to escape, then an idea hit her. She bolted to the garage, which lucky for her wasn't locked. Inside she found her heavy duty tools she used to make her big babies, unfortunately, they were kept away under padlock, but wasn't going to stop her. With a spark in her eye, she ran back to her room and frantically rummaged through her desk drawer to find a can of compressed air. With that and the biggest hammer she could find, she rushed to the garage.

Holding the can upside down she sprayed the lock until it began to frost over, once empty she lifted up the hammer and battered the lock until it gave way, shattering it open. Mei swung the door wide open and gave out a smile.

Deku has his share of dangerous fights, more than he would be willing to admit. He's faced foes with dangerous quirks, villains with a strong sense of bloodlust, from the most ruthless to the most cunning, and in all those fights he had never felt fear like this before.

There was something about Stain that made him come off more as demonic than human.

Stain reeked of dried blood, like a walking carcass, it was clear that he had just killed someone and was already looking for new prey, and he had found it in Deku.

"Another fake…" Stain growled with a deep raspy voice, eyes gleaming with a hell-born aura.

The Hero Killer slowly reached for a blade on his back and Deku got ready for a swing from it, but it was a feint. Deku was only barely able to react to the three knives Stain threw, managing to roll out of the way.

After dodging the attack, Deku looked back to find Stain had disappeared from sight. Then suddenly Stain was right behind him, sword drawn and ready to swing. Deku used his right arm to block the swing, he was lucky Mei made the suit strong enough to block most bladed weapons. Yet it was still able to piece through the suit enough to give Deku a deep cut.

Stain tried to pull his sword free but was unable to do so. He swapped tactics and quickly retrieved a second sword, ready to plunge it straight into Deku's heart.

The Raiju was ready to live up to his name and shot a strong bolt of lightning from his palm, knocking the villain clear down the alleyway.

Deku yanked the sword out of his arm, wincing at the pain it caused him. Before Deku was able to properly recover, Stain was already charging at him once more. Deku used the sword to defend himself, clashing their blades together. Sparks rained in the air as Deku was doing his best to block each swipe, but Stain was way too skilled for him to effectively do anything.

Stain jumped in the air and plunged the blade right for Deku's head. Deku was able to block the sword from cutting into his face but was ill-prepared for the spikes on Stain's boot. Which hit him with a swift kick right to Deku's side.

In retaliation, he grabbed the hero killer by his arm and electrocuted him with a thousand volts, and once the shock subsided Deku pushed the villain off of him and began back stepping to a safe distance. The vigilante observed the killer's steaming body, sure that he wouldn't get back up. The killer slowly raised his hand and revealed a small pocket knife, the blade came out with a small click. Deku stayed his ground ready for Stain to pop up and make a lunge for him.

Deku still proved to be the unluckiest person as the blade was ejected from the hilt and drilled deep into Deku's shoulder.

"AHHHHHH!" The young boy screamed in agony as he tried to remove the blade that bore deep into his shoulder blade, but it was in deep..

He tried to lift his arm but doing so cause an immense amount of pain, there was no way he could continue fighting Stain in this condition.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

Deku's attention snapped over to Stain, who was slowly getting up.

"I was trying to go for your neck, I guess that shock affected my aim a bit. Don't worry though, I'll make sure to end your suffering as soon as possible."

Stain retrieved one of his swords and leisurely approach the wounded wolf, trying to limp away.

"That's right Hero Killer, get em! But make him suffer first!" One of the gang members had regained consciousness and had been watching the Raiju get eviscerated, and in a flash, the Hero Killer sliced through the cluster of goons with a clean cut.

Deku watched in horror as he the defenseless crooks were killed in an instant.

"All forms of scum must be purged…," Stain uttered under his breath.

Deku tossed a gel bomb in front of the ruthless murderer and upon its explosion, the vigilante made his escape. Stain has also taken cover from the explosion and as the dust settled the Hero Killer looked down to see blood droplets had fallen onto the ground.

A wicked smile sprouted on his bloodstained face.

The last of the U.A. students stood waiting for the final event. Many were standing proud, thrilled to have made it this far, while others remained just as nervous as when they first started.

Ms. Midnight appeared to present the last event, a one-on-one mock battle, a true test of their strength and abilities.

Uraraka sunk a bit, looking at the rest of her classmates that all had incredible quirks that would be well suited for battle, unlike hers. But she was determined not to let that fact bring her down after she made it this far.

The holographic billboard started to turn into a tournament bracket, names shuffled around until they revealed the matchups.

The young heroine's heart sank at the last match, where she would go up against Bakugo. After spending the whole festival getting on his bad side, she was not looking forward to this.

Uraraka looked over to see the blonde staring back, eager to start his match with her.

"How unfortunate Uraraka-san, I wish you the best of luck," Iida comforted the poor gravity user.

Her eventual suffering would be on hold, the first matchup of the event was Neito Monoma vs. Shoto Todoroki.

Monoma's face was covered with a snarky smile. 'Finally a quirk worthy of showing off my talents' he thought to himself.

Todoroki, on the other hand, didn't seem to give an iota of care, he merely searched for his father, only to find him staring right back at him. It was clear his father was evaluating everything his prodigal son had accomplished thus far, and he was clearly unimpressed.

The students were told to clear the arena, as the battlefield needed to be made. As Uraraka pondered about her upcoming battle she couldn't help but think about what her classmates must be going through. Sero and Yaoyorozu were clearly nervous, with Yaoyorozu trying to overthink every step of her strategy. Ashido, Aoyama and Kaminari, tried to play it cool acting like they were going to take down anybody who got in their way. But anyone who was paying attention could clearly see through their facade.

Monoma was acting full of himself as always, gloating that he was going to out perform all of us by showing of our quirks better than we could.

Kirishima didn't hide the fact that he was a bit nervous, but he was still very confident and kept up his optimism up. It was actually inspiring for others to see. Tokoyami was standing in the corner as he tended to do.

Now as for the last three, Iida, Todoroki and Bakugo. All three raidated this aura as sort of fighting spirit. Iida had to give it his all if he were to live up to his family's name more importantly he wanted to show his older brother just how far he's progressed.

Bakugo was ready to announce to the world who he was, and more importantly, what he was capable of. As for Todoroki well Uraraka wasn't quite sure what his resolve was, Uraraka was always wanted to ask but he was never on for conversation.

The door to their breakroom, had open with a staff member coming in asking for Todoroki and Monoma to come with him.

As they left it had occurred to Uraraka that for as long as they've known Todoroki, not once has he used the other half of his quirk before, like there was something about it that was holding back from doing so.

The battlefield was set, both combatants had arrived on opposite ends of the stadium. The rules were clear, win by either knocking out their opponents or knocking them out of the arena.

As soon a the battle had commenced Todoroki had decided he wanted it to end as quickly as possible. He coated the whole battle arena floor in a thick layer of ice, hoping to freeze Monoma in place and rendering him unable to fight.

Much to his surprise, the phantom thief was rather quick on his feet, springing in the air at the last second and charging at for Todoroki like a lunatic. Todoroki whipped out a flurry of ice-cold winds at Monoma, hoping to slow him down for a direct frost blast.

With Monoma still fast approaching, Todoroki summoned a pillar of ice to block his access, but Monoma came wrapping around the ice pillar surprising him and lunged at Todoroki. The half-&-half backed off as quickly as he could, but within a fraction of a second the copycat grazed the tips of Todoroki's fingertips, and it was all that he needed.

Sensing he could be in trouble, Todoroki didn't bother to hesitate. A giant wall of thick frozen ice that spanned the entire half of the stadium appeared, the was no possible way that Monoma could have dodged that, not at that size.

Deku was in a deep state of frenzy, he had lost a lot of blood trying to get away from Stain, at least until he had devised a better strategy to beat him. For now, having found sanctuary in what seems to be some sort of round down factory, he used the time to tend to the blade embedded in his shoulder.

"Man I hope Hatsume can forgive me for this." Deku said to himself as looked over the condition of his suit and injuries, he looked like he was tossed into a blender.

The vigilante retrieved some first aid supplies from one of his pouches, needed for his operation.

Feeling a bit constricted Deku removed his helmet only enough to expose his mouth, he grabbed some tweezers and a roll of bandages to begin the removal of the blade. He did his best to not think about the excruciating pain he was feeling.

Attempting to distract himself with pleasant memories, he recalled a time in which he and his family watched All-Might take down a massive villain, the joy he felt watching his number one hero come out victorious. Deku wondered if he would be that great of a hero. Right now there was only so much he could really do, even with Mei's 'babies', he was always afraid that he would find that one villain that he could never beat.

Today might just be the day.

Deku had finally removed the blade, he looked it over. It was coated in his blood, one side had deep jagged ridges meant to saw and tear through bone and sinew. Deku tossed it across the floor and began wrapping up his wound, he felt a sharp pain around his shoulder.

The pain allowed for worry to start lingering in his mind, what if he couldn't do it… what if Aizawa was right all along, what if he was way over in his head?

"Don't tell me you're going to just give up now, after all that special training you went through?"

Deku was staggering, his vision was blurring and he didn't see anyone around him. So who was talking to him? He felt a light tap on his shoulder and looked above him, it was his father, Hisashi Midoriya.

"I thought you wanted to become the number one hero or was that all just stuff you said as a kid?"

Deku was speechless, how was it that his father was right in front of him? His dad looked back at him with confusion drawn on his face.

"What's the matter, you look like you've seen a ghost? Don't I get a 'Hi dad' or anything?" He looked exactly the same as on the day that he passed. Deku tried to scratch the delusion away but it was still in front of him.

"What's gotten into you? Stop playing around son, don't you know you've got a killer out there trying to hunt you down?" Hisashi pointed to the ground. Deku looked and saw that he was trailing drops of blood, and with someone like Stain hunting him, he would be found in no time.

"Crap… I have to get out of here." Deku tried to make a stride for the door but flinched at the pain of his shoulder.

"Woah take it easy there Small Might, there's no way you're going to run very far with your injuries."

"Even so I'm in no condition to fight him, I'm outclassed, almost out of gear, exhausted, and heavily injured, I-I don't know what to do."

The young hero fell to the ground, defeated. What was there to do? The best he could hope for was to injure Stain in a way where he would be unable to continue killing other heroes or at least make it easier for future heroes to take down Stain.

Hisashi smacked his son upside his head. "Now your just making excuses Izuku, I thought we raised you better than this."

Deku placed his hand on the back of his head, that hit had felt so real.

The older Midoriya looked up and down the alleyway where his son took refuge in, observing how to use this location to their advantage. "There, why don't you put some explosives over by those two dumpsters, you can set some sort of trap for him."

Deku nodded slowly and went straight to work placing the last two gel bombs he had left in position. Once that was done, he began waiting for Stain to find him.

Todoroki panted and shivered from the freezing sensation in his arm and surveyed his handy work. The ice was massive, poking out of the stadium roof, there was no way that Monoma could recover from that. Until…

A huge beam of flames tore through the center of the ice barrier, Todoroki was quick to leap out of the way.

"HOLY CRAP, IT'S COLD! Thank goodness I was able to copy your quirk in time before you made it a winter wonderland over here," the smart mouth blonde yelled as he nonchalantly walked out of the tunnel of melted ice he created. Todoroki felt very uneasy, seeing his classmate's right side set ablaze.

"I gotta say, this is a hell of a quirk. It would have easily ended this match a lot sooner if you went ahead and used it…. Why didn't you? You don't think I'm worthy? Do you think your quirk to too good to use it on us simply because your dad is a hotshot?"

Todoroki didn't respond to the boy's callus tone.

Monoma whipped his hand out and unleashed a huge blast of fire aimed right at the prodigal son. Todoroki responded by putting up a wall of ice to shield himself from the blast, but the fire was way more powerful than he thought, breaking through his frost wall like caddy glass and sending him flying. He had definitely underestimated Monoma's ability to adjust to his quirk.

The ice user quickly created some ice to prevent himself from going over the ring and wrapped himself around it. Todoroki thought if he could somehow grab hold of Monoma, without actually touching him and freeze him over he might be able to beat him. Right now all Todoroki could do was wait out the clock until Monoma's quirk wore off.

But for the Todoroki, five minutes felt like five years. Blast after searing blast bombarded him, each time the youngest Todoroki did his best to outmaneuver his own quirk, no doubt that it wasn't his quirk, it was his father's.

Each flame that scorched him felt like he was getting burned by his own father. The memories of being forced to learn how to use his father's flame and the punishment he would receive if he didn't do it properly had been burned into his mind.

"Please father, I don't wanna do this anymore..."

A young Shoto fell to the ground as he hurled up what had been his morning breakfast, the young boy's right arm was covered with burn marks.

"How do you plan on surpassing that smiling fool if you constantly whine every single time I tell you to push yourself a little bit harder?"

"But Daddy… it hurts.." Shoto begged for his father to show him a little leniency, but he would receive none. Endeavor grabbed his youngest by his peppermint hair and forced him to stand back up straight.

"NOW DO IT AGAIN! Somebody used blue flames to destroy one of the family shrines, now I don't care if it was an accident or on purpose, all I care about is the fact that you were able to produce them already at such a young age. So we're going to keep at it until you do it again!" Endeavor's voice was harsh as he continued to yell at his son.

The sniffling Shoto extended his arm once more to try and light a fire but was unable to keep it going for very long. Endeavor's patience had finally worn out, and he gave his son a strong backhand across his poor son's face.

A door slid open with a slam, and out came Toya, Shoto's oldest brother, to stand between him and Endeavor.

"Leave him alone, can't you see he doesn't want to put up with your stupid training any longer!" Toya yelled, his brave efforts to stand up to his brother only reward him with a stronger smack across his face.

"If you want his training to stop then why don't you take his place."

Toya attempted to get up.

"O-o-okay f-fine, I'll do it, only if you leave Shoto alone..." Toya hesitated to say and Endeavor only laughed at the boy's attempt at self-sacrifice.

"Do you really think I would waste my time trying to train a weakling like you again, you had your chance, but you didn't show any potential." Endeavor looked over to see his other two children cowering behind the door.

"Go join the other weaklings." Endeavor picked up his oldest son and tossed him across the room like he was garbage.

Afterward, when his father had called it a day, Shoto snuck out of his care. He had run into his older brother Toya, who had a big bruise on his cheek.

"Niisan! You're really hurt!" Shoto exclaimed, pointing to the bruise on Toya's face.

"Oh, this? Nah, don't worry about that Shoto, it's nothing, it's you that I'm really worried about." Toya grabbed his brother's arm, he saw that Shoto had more burns across it, they ran from the wrist all the way to his shoulder.

Toya gritted his teeth.

"That big asshole, he can't keep doing this to you Shoto..." Toya started to cry on his brothers burned arm. "I promise that when I get old enough, I'm going to be a hero, and I'm going to take you guys away from him."

Shoto looked at his brother in admiration.

"You should do your best to be one too alright, after all, I'll need a sidekick to help me beat all the bad guys!"

Shoto loved his brother very much. Toya always cared for him as much as his mother did, not that he didn't like his other siblings, but Toya would always be there for Shoto, no matter what. He wasn't afraid to stand in front of their father, even if it meant getting another hit, Toya would gladly take it.

Endeavor knew this, and if Shoto was to grow in his eyes, Toya had to leave. Which is why he had Toya taken away to a private school.

It happened one morning without warning, a group of men came in, escorted by Endeavor himself. They grabbed Toya as he frantically struggled to free himself of their grasp, but to no avail.

"SHOTO!" Toya screamed from the top of his lungs, the youngest Todoroki came to see his older brother being dragged away.

"TOYA!" He ran to try and grab his older brother.

"Shoto, remember you have to be a hero. But don't be~"

The last part of Toya's message was inaudible to Shoto, but he held on to the first part, and he made it his life goal to be the number one hero using only his Ice quirk, denying his father's as a way to tell him he didn't need his quirk at all, and destroying his father's satisfaction.

Monoma noticed that Todoroki's mind was placed somewhere else, and it got on Monoma's nerves, he felt more like Bakugo than himself. The copy-cat fired another large blast of flames, this time while still shooting out the flamethrower he ran for Todoroki, creating a small platform of ice to jump off of and pin Todoroki to the ground.

The seconds leading up to the second round between the Raiju Vigilante and the Hero Killer were exhausting for the former, as Deku laid waiting for his plan to spring into action.

The adrenaline was starting to wear off, Deku's surroundings were starting to distort and his eyelids were becoming burdensome.

"I-I-I just need to rest my eyes for a bit…" Deku jumped up, feeling a slight burn on his back where his father had used his quirk on him.

"Alright, I'll stay awake! Did you really have to use your quirk like that?"

"Sorry, I know it was a little bit mean but you have to stay alert at all times, you can't afford to get sloppy and careless just because your foe isn't here, didn't that sensei of yours teach you that?"

"A-Aizawa? Y-yea, he did.." Deku looked down in shame.

"What's the matter?"

"He's kinda disappointed in me, I went against his word the other day and he found out. I got the biggest lecture ever, then I got angry…. I yelled back some things I probably shouldn't have... let's just say I won't be surprised if I end up in an orange jumpsuit by the end of the day." Even though there was a mask censoring his face, Hisashi knew when his own son was down, regret weighed heavily on the green-haired hero.

Hisashi came over the put his arms around Izuku's shoulders.

"You're such a problem child, wanting to prove yourself so badly, I think you forget that you're just a child still, learning the ropes."

Deku felt the sting of his dad's words, it sounded like he didn't faith in him either.

"He wasn't telling you to back off because he doesn't think you can do it Izuku, but because he's the more experienced hero, he knows more about what Giran was capable of. Aizawa isn't too good on showing it but I think he's impressed on how much you've grown, especially for someone like you, why else do you think he's still willing to train you after all this time?"

Izuku started to think of all the early mornings when the sun itself wasn't even awake and Aizawa would drag his young protege out of whatever little slumber he received just to start his training.

Eraser worked the young boy down to the bone, doing daunting task after task, and when he was drained of all energy and nothing was left, Aizawa would ask the quirkless boy if he was done for the day, only to be greeted by a strong sense of determination radiating from Izuku.

And in that fraction of a second Deku could swear that he would see Aizawa smile at the boy, amazed at what he could do.

Deku's little trip down memory lane was cut short by the presence of a knife at his feet, Stain had finally found him. Deku grabbed the knife at his feet and took a stance, running every single technique Aizawa had drilled into him.

"Running and hiding is useless, fake. Accept your death."

Stain drew out one of his many blades and stormed at Deku. The young vigilante extended his arm out and pointed the knife at his foe, and in a quick flash lighting shot out of his hands through the knife and in a straight line aimed for the dumpster nearest to Stain, blowing up the gel hidden underneath.

Deku wouldn't let up and fired another shot at the second gel once Stain was near it, with them both blown high Stain watched for fallen debris that would hit him. With his target distracted, Deku thrust his blade at Stain, hoping to catch him off guard. It was too much to ask for however and he parried Deku away with his own blade.

The two were locked in combat, doing their best to strike one another down while avoiding the random junk that fell from the sky. The spectacle was incredible, it was like watching a dance of blades. If Stain made a move, Deku would counter. And if Deku tried to take blood, Stain would counter back, and neither seemed willing to give in to each other's skill.

Deku finally found an opening and he pounced the moment he could, driving the knife right into Stain's thigh and set a steady stream of lighting into him. Deku looked up and jumped out of the way as one of the dumpsters came down right on top of Stain, upside down trapping him inside.

With Stain defeated, Deku began calling in the authorities before feeling a warm sticky sensation on his right arm, somehow the hero killer was able to give Deku a huge cut across his arm. The green haired hero reached for some bandages in one of his pockets until his fingers wouldn't budge. His knees started to shake and he fell to the ground, unable to even catch himself.

"W-w-what's going on? W-why can't I move my b-b-body?" Deku questioned himself when Stain's sword pierced through the metal dumpster container and began sliding down, making a loud screeching noise. The sword retracted back into the box and Deku could see Stain's glowing demon eyes staring at him.

Monoma, with a gleeful smile plastered across his face, looked at Todoroki, who was still pinned down by his classmate.

"This whole time, I feel like you could have beaten me if you had only used your stupid flames, so tell me? Why the hell didn't you? Did daddy not teach how to use your quirk?" Monoma couldn't help but laugh, knowing he was going to beat one of the top students in his class.

The air in the stadium had become suddenly very cold, even outside the stadium people had gotten chills. Todoroki grabbed Monoma by the sides and ice started to form on him, the blonde simply laughed it off figuring he could just use the heat to melt the ice.

But nothing was happening, for whatever reason Todoroki was making it so cold that any hope of making a single ember was useless.

"I reject the heat, all it's done for me is bring me pain and misery, so the only thing left is a cold void, and now you'll know what it's like."

Before Monoma knew it, his whole body was frozen solid from the neck down. Todoroki rolled the frozen block of ice off of him and stood triumphantly.

"AMAZING! THIS ROUNDS FIRST WINNER IS TODOROKI SHOTO! I GOTTA HAND IT TO YOU AIZAWA, I WAS AFRAID THAT HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PULL THIS OFF, AFTER ALL, HE WAS REALLY COMING UNDER A LOT OF HEAT. I'M GLAD THAT HE WAS ABLE TO COOL OFF NEITO MONOMA." Present Mic announced as Aizawa buried his face in embarrassment.

Some of U.A. Staff carried Monoma away as Midnight informed everyone they would take a short break to reset the arena and clear the ice. Todoroki still stood silently as people cheered around him. He was glaring at his father, who was displeased with his performance.

'Because of you Father, I'm going to be a hero, but not for your benefit.' Todoroki thought to himself.

The head of the Hatsume household came storming into his own home.

"Mei!"

He shouted in his deep baritone voice and he began inspecting each and every room for his daughter, but she was nowhere to be found. He was then stopped dead in his tracks when he found the lock to her tools was forced open, and that's when he saw it.

Mei had cut, sawed, drilled, and eventually busted her way out of her old home, and all that was left was a huge hole on the side of the house.

Superintendent Hatsume fell to his knees, feeling defeated knowing that his daughter had slipped away once more and for all he knew, probably for good. Ever since he heard about her being expelled from U.A. he figured that she would just come back home, and she would leave her nonsense behind.

But days, turned in to weeks and before he knew it, two months had passed since she was expelled. Worry overtook him, followed by remorse. There were nights where he would lie awake, wondering if it was he who had pushed Mei over the edge by trying to force a dream on her that she wanted no part in. Tears began to form on the hardened officer as the thought that he would never see his little girl ever again loomed over him. That was until he noticed a small folded up piece of paper taped to the side of Mei's escape hole. Officer Hatsume quickly grabbed the note and began to scan its message.

Dear Dad

I'm not quite sure why I'm writing this, maybe it's because it didn't feel right just dropping by unannounced after I left, or maybe because I technically broke in and robbed you and left a giant hole in your house. Either way, I at least want to let you know that I am doing alright, I still have a pulse and I'm currently staying with a friend. That's right, me, having a friend. I have two, in fact, and they're really nice people.

RIght now you're probably thinking why I didn't just come home after I got expelled, and honestly, there were times I was thinking about it. I figured that maybe you could use your big shot connections to get me back in, but something happened.

I met this guy. At first, I was going to use him to get me back in, not my best moment but I was desperate and I wanted a second chance to show you that I could do this on my own…

But in the end, I messed up badly, and it almost cost him his life, and it tore me up inside. I was ready to just give up, but somehow, he wasn't angry at me, he told me if I had let him know ahead of time he would have helped me.

I couldn't believe it, I thought maybe his accident affected his head at first. That wasn't the case however, as we spent more time together he never gave up believing in me, always pushing me forward.

His dream in life is wanting to be a hero, all he wants to do is help people, it was like he was genetically engineered and programmed to protect people.

Which is why I am going to do my absolute best to protect him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid to get himself killed.

That's why I also took your stupid training kit.

You should be happy, I get to be the Hero you always wanted me to be.

Because of you, father, I'll be a hero, and it's going to protect someone I care about.

Anyways, tell mom I said hi and maybe when things settle down, I'll come around and visit, I'll even bring my friend along. I think you might like him (just don't kill him).

Your genius daughter,

Mei

The senor Hatsume didn't know how to take this news. In truth, he now had more questions than answers, but he at least had the comfort of knowing his daughter was alright. He couldn't help himself from feeling morose, if he had shown her the smallest bit of encouragement, would she have stayed at home with her family? Instead of into the arms of someone that he knew nothing about?

His fatherly instincts took over, Mei claimed that this man was a nice guy, but how could she be sure? The superintendent knew he had to find his daughter, now more than ever.

Deku still struggled to get up, trying to lift up a single finger was proving to be impossible. Stain was still cutting through the metal container, but Deku knew he didn't have much time until he fully escaped. The Raiju had to think of something fast, otherwise, it would all be over for him and he wasn't too keen meeting with death once again.

"T-This is your quirk, isn't it? That's why I can't move my body."

Stain continued to cut through the box, now showing off his blood cuddling grin.

"How very perceptive of you, yes it is, but sadly you won't live long enough to find out its weakness." The hero killer finally sliced his way out of his prison and moved forward to Deku.

"Sorry buddy, I guess this is it."

Hisashi walked up next to Stain, looking at his injured son. He kneeled down to meet his son at eye level. "Don't worry, you gave it your best shot."

The young hero grunted, he wasn't going to let it all end like this. Hisashi extended his hand out to his son.

"Come on son, grab my hand and it will all be over. You don't have to keep on fighting anymore, just give in." Deku thought about his dad's offer, he reached out his hand and swatted his father's away.

"No, that's not what you would do, I can't just give up, even when it all seems lost. I'll keep fighting till the very end because that's how you would have done it."

"Because of you Dad, I am a hero, the kind that doesn't give up, no matter what." Hisashi looked at his son with a smile, before seemingly fading away.

Deku then found the ability to stand, albeit he was staggering. He looked at Stain with conviction

Before either Deku or Stain could move, they were interrupted by a flash of blinding light, and suddenly a figure swooped in, hitting Stain and knocking him back.

"I finally caught you, murderer. You're going to pay for all those heroes you killed!"

Deku looked over to see the Turbo Hero, known as Ingenium, had arrived. It looked like his chances at defeating Stain have gone up, Deku checked on his arm, as it was still bleeding pretty badly, he wondered if he was even able to help Ingenium at all, or if he would just be in the way.

Either way, he couldn't just stand on the sidelines.