Hello!

So this time I managed to write another chapter a little faster, huh? An improvement? Maybe... Aaanyway I don't know when I'll have time to write next one, so just to let you know that there is a possibility of another month-long pause.

And Wild cannon character appears! (hah...that was so bad...) Can you recognize who it is?

Quote: Be simple in words, manners, and gestures. Amuse as well as instruct. If you can make a man laugh, you can make him think and make him like and believe you - Al Smith

I felt someone poke my side. I frowned slightly and batted the hand away, happy to submerge into the land of dreams again. I had such a nice dream for once, too.

In that dream Izuku was number one hero who was loved by everyone - I was right beside him, his loyal sidekick that always got his back. Katsuki was a hero number two, who sometimes helped us if villains were too much to handle. After another good day of saving the day, all three of us went home where both of our moms prepared our favorite dishes for dinner.

It was nice dream; happy and peaceful (except fights with villains, but they were enjoyable so I wasn't complaining) and I wanted to hold onto it for as long as I could...

"Nee-chan. Neeeee-chan. Wake up. We will soon arrive. And mom gave me candies."

I pouted when I heard those words. That was not a fair play. Not at all.

With a pout still on my face I woke up and blinked few times to get my eyes used to the brightness of the sun and looked up from my lying position to gaze into an amused face of my twin. I stuck my tongue out and still lying in his lap I reached with my hand for a candy that I was promised.

His expression turned sheepish and he rubbed his neck with his empty hand. My stare turned blank as I processed the situation then it turned thunderous when I realized that I was tricked. He started to sweat with alarmed look and before he could try to squirm away I jumped on him and pinned him down on a seat under me. He tried to wiggle out of my grasp but as I was more experienced one in 'fighting' and stronger (my training was progressing well and I would probably need to start limit myself in fights soon or risking danger of seriously harming Katsuki... or I could recommend him to start training with me... hmm), anyway so because of this factors his efforts were futile.

He soon realized that too and looked up at his doom with resigned expression. I cackled my infamous evil laugh and started to tickle him. Tears of laughter gathered at his eyes and he started to laugh loudly

"I am sorry! I am sorry! Nee-chan! Pleaaaaaase!" he squeaked in high-pitched voice between the bouts of laughter. I hummed and raised one eyebrow at him.

"Oh? You are sorry?" I asked teasingly.

His answer was instantaneous.

"Yeeees!"

I smiled slightly at his desperate expression and still sitting on him I looked around to decide my next course of action. We - the two of us and mom - were in a train compartment. Luckily we were the only ones as our ruckus would certainly cause some problems for other passengers. Mom was reading magazine across of us and when she felt my gaze she lifted her head to smile at me. I returned it with a smile of my own.

"How long till our stop?"

She tilted her head in thought and then looked at a watch on her arm.

"I'd say around ten minutes?"

I hummed again. That was still enough time for a little revenge. I looked down at heavily breathing Izuku, put on a sinister smile and cackled evilly. After hearing my evil laugh, he gulped in fear.

I commenced my tickling.

My brother's high-pitched laughter filled the compartment.

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Mother of the two fondly smiled at the 'fighting duo' and continued to read. She still had some time to learn a secret of how to hang a laundry properly so that it doesn't crease.

xXxXxXx

I hummed happily as I braided my long green hair (well as long as three years old could have). My mother didn't trim my hair like she did with Izuku's (probably for me to look more 'girly' as I refused to wear those frilly 'cute' clothes that she wanted to buy me) so my hair continued to freely grow and now they reached past my shoulders. I didn't mind, I actually quite liked them like that as thanks to the length, my curls weren't that noticeable and I didn't look like a poodle anymore. They were still pretty curly at the ends, but because I braided it regularly, it wasn't really noticeable. Also another reason for my braiding was that when it was windy outside, my hair would be everywhere.

I looked to the side at the boy sitting next to me and grumpily looking outside of the bus window, doing his best to ignore me. I fought down a smile that threatened to appear on my face, not wanting to offend him more.

Okay I could have left him off the hook sooner... buuut... he lied to me about a candy, I think that is enough of a reason for ten minutes long tickling. Okay I can admit that my sweet tooth evolved into a slight obsession with sweets and that it may be a little problem if I continued to eat them so much in the future as I did now, but hey my training will be enough for me to not become fat, right?...right?

My brother suddenly turned to me, probably to see if I was looking at him. I didn't expect him to look at me at that moment and as I was partly lost in images of my plump adult self and only partly aware of my surroundings. I was surprised by the sudden attention and when I tried to send him a... I don't know what I tried to send him, now that I thought about it... send him a smile maybe?, it came our more like a constipated grimace.

We sat in a silence as a bus continued its trek across the big city. Then Izuku's face twitched and he hid his mouth behind his hands as his whole body started to tremble. Muffled giggled escaped the shaking boy as I turned my face away from him with beet red ears.

'That was fucking embarrassing. Why is our grandparent's house so far away?!'

xXxXxXx

Izuku's happy laughter assaulted my ears as I entered the big house. I rubbed my ear and looked up at the boy spun by the widely smiling old man. I observed two males as I thought about how the older man didn't change one bit, except that he now wore more informal clothing than the one he wore two years ago. And woa, was that really that long? These two years sure fled by quickly. Not at all like that first year where days flew so slowly that I thought I would kill myself out of boredom.

Speaking of our first year I was surprised that Izuku remembered our grandparents at all - he was year old when they visited afterall.

I was distracted from my musing thoughts when somebody put a hand on my head. Already knowing who it was from how petite the hand was I turned around to look up at grandma.

"Yo, granny," I greeted with a smirk, already knowing how irritated she will get because of my laid-back greeting. And sure enough her neutral expression turned into irked one, though her eyes betrayed her slight amusement at my try.

"She didn't teach her any manners at all! One day she will need to be an accomplished and dignified lady. Seriously Inko…" she grumped under her breath but seeing as her husband chuckled and our mother blushed slightly it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Grandpa then put Izuku down and walked over to us to pick me up this time. I shot him a look that clearly expressed how un-amused I would be if he started to spin me around too. He started to laugh loudly and with me still in his arms he turned to address his wife.

"Haha. Don't be so uptight Aihi. She is still very young and I am sure she is just itching to learn proper lady manners from you."

I froze at his words and slowly I raised my head to look at his smiling face that had slight mischievous edge. I… please somebody tell me that I heard wrong. I redirected my gaze to land on the face of granny and I am not embarrassed to say that I paled in fright at her positively gleeful expression.

I wildly looked around to find my mother and when I did I sent her a plea for help through my eyes. When she saw my plea she lowered her head solemnly and started to silently whisper under hear breath. Was she… was she chanting a prayer for me?

Izuku, who stood right next to mom, looked ahead with a grave expression on his face, his posture expressing his mourning for me.

And I… I didn't know if I should cry or laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but with how my grandma was slowly approaching me I decided for a third option.

I squirmed out of my grandpa's grasps and ran away like my life depended on it.

And seeing as grandma was hot on my heels, cackling in delight in a way that put my evil laugh into shame... I resolutely decided that indeed, my life depended on it.

xXxXxXx

"Straighten up. In your age I managed to stay in this position for three hours. And look at you! Already so strained after sitting in seiza for only five minutes. Good grief, this will be hard," lamented granny as she walked back and forth in the room.

In the end my frantic run was stopped after only ten minutes. Grandma was scarily fast and relentless in her pursuit, but that wasn't my undoing in the end. Nope, it was grandma's quirk. Seriously how was I supposed to know that she could attract people?! I thought it could be used only on inanimate object! And now I had to endure this good for nothing exercise or what the hell it was … seriously it was more torture that anything as my legs hurts like bitch. After only five minutes! And what do you mean three hours?! You are telling me I will sit like this for three hours?!

'Nooooooooooo,' I thought dejectedly. Despairing tears gathered in my eyes.

Seeing my pitiful state, granny sighed loudly and waved her hand. Taking it as a permission to stop this painful sitting I fell into ungraceful heap on the ground of the room. This was crazy; I've never was so tired and devastated, not even after my first day of self-appointed training and I was pretty exhausted that day.

I heard as an older woman clicked her tongue at my current state, and then moved to sit in front of a low table that was positioned in a middle of the room. And she sat in that sitting position from hell. She gestured for me to sit opposite of her. I blanched at her gesture. Was I supposed to sit in that… seiza too? Fortunately she snorted and shook her head.

"Don't worry. For now you can sit in a way you are comfortable in."

I sighed in relief and moved to sit at the table too. Though it wasn't without grunts as my stiff legs refused to cooperate.

"Now from what I observed and from what your mother told me; your understating of a Japanese language is quite passable for a child your age. However… your speaking is in desperate need to be corrected to sound more formal and polite. Today we will address that and depending on how you will fare in this lesson, we may or may not continue with it throughout your whole stay here."

I narrowed my eyes. My pronunciation may be sometimes off, but my words were always understood by all. And what was with this 'formal' thing? I didn't want to sound formal, thank you very much.

"My speaking is good! And more importantly, why I am the only one learning this? Why there isn't Izuku too…"

"Ah, that's because you are female of course," she answered lightly.

"What?!"

I glared at her with furious expression. Was this some Japanese sexist shit? If yes, I refused to-

"You are female, thus you are taught by me. Izuku is male and therefore he is learning under my husband."

Ah… that…. makes sense I guess.

My ears turned red as my fury was replaced by embarrassment. Smug look on the older woman's face didn't help one bit.

"Now about how you should speak properly…"

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I crawled over the table where dinner was being served. Grandma made me do that 'seiza shit' again and again with breaks between. I still didn't get why should I sit like that, I mean wasn't sitting normal way good enough?

I left pondering about evil sitting positions on another time as a plate of food was placed before me. Swiftly I grappled utensils and started to eat with gusto. Half way to my third bite I heard that dreaded sniffling that signalized that Granny was displeased with something. I slowly moved fork (no way in hell would I use those horrendous chopsticks) away from my mouth as I turned around to look at the oldest woman. She smiled serenely at me. I gulped… what the hell did I do this time?

"Say Inko… why is Kou-chan using fork and knife instead of chopsticks?"

"Ah… well she hates chopsticks so…"

"I see… Looks like I will need to rectify this as well," she declared and then without adding anything else she continued to eat.

Oh shit.

I looked down at my bellowed fork, internally saying goodbye to it with grief-stricken expression.

xXxXxXx

Now just to be fair, not all lessons from grandma were horrible… on the five day we were here she led me to the room on the second floor. In that room, there was everything an artist would want. There were wooden stands of various sizes and shapes and in most of them were unfinished paintings that were left to dry or their completion was postponed. Watercolors, crayons, pastels, acryl colors,… there was anything you could draw with.

The biggest eye-catching thing though was the balcony that was as long as an entire wall and from which you could overlook a whole city (grandparent's house was at the outskirts of the city).

I furrowed my forehead as I looked around the room. Why were we here? I turned my questioning look at grandma.

"You clearly hate our lessons and complain at every turn, but you never slack off and you are quite diligent when you do things I order you to do even if they bore you… I can appreciate that. So as I don't want you to have only bad memories of this visit I just thought… I mean… Inko said that you like to draw, and…" she stopped speaking, coughed awkwardly and sent me a look that was saying that I should know what was she trying to say.

I kind of knew and that in turn made me awkward, because it wasn't like I hated the lessons… just… did I really make her feel like I hated them?

I shuffled in place and looked around room one more time. The place looked like it was used regularly as some things looked more worn out that others (like brushes), but even if they were worn out they weren't disposed of or placed aside, no they were carefully placed next to the newer ones.

I slowly walked over to the small stand that was without painting on it. Next to it was a wooden table that has a mug with brushes on it. I chose a random brush and with it in hand I turned around to face the older woman that was observing me with curiosity.

I smiled up at her and stretched a hand with the brush to her.

"So are you going to teach me how is this supposed to be held? Properly I mean?" I asked with a smirk. Well she was trying to shape me into a proper lady, right? I would need to know how to hold a brush like one, right?

The woman in front of me blinked few times but in the end smirked in return and walked over to me to correct my hold.

"Of course, I wouldn't be satisfied with anything less."

I rolled my eyes but didn't comment on it.

Yes, I already know granny.

xXxXxXx

I hummed some random melody under my breath as I continued my regular morning run around the city. My mornings consisted of stretching, doing some exercises that helped my balance and then running (I would do more, but this body of mine was still pretty fragile)

It was already two weeks after our arrival heres, into this large town and every day I gradually increased my running track as I have become more acquainted with the city. It was big city, no way in hell I would ever map it whole, but at the end of our stay (we were here for a month) here I would like to get to know a neighborhood at least three kilometers around grandparent's house (that's the limit my small body can take at the moment as I had to get back as well and by the end of six kilometers I was prone to become huffing mess).

I still had around ten minutes till I got to my self-proclaimed 'milestone' that I set to myself as a place where I stop for today, so I let my mind wander.

I thought back to previous fourteen days. If I didn't count the 'proper lady lessons' that I had to take from grandma in the mornings, after my regular runs (that were surprisingly encouraged by my grandparents) and sometimes even in the evenings, then the days here were pretty entertaining.

We played random games, starting from boring chess (that surprisingly was most enjoyed by mom), through weird card games (this was Izuku's forte… especially the ones in which you had to strategize in order to win) to various ball games (aaaw yes, these games were best).

Then there were times we came to sightsee around city or take a stroll in a forest that was just a five minute walk from the house.

There was always something to do and as a day of departure neared I came to realize that I would really miss this place and my grandparents. But on the other side… I… aaw shit this is so embarrassing, I kind of missed Bakugou too? Surprisingly that short brat really grew on me… and by how Izuku looked at his All Might plushie at night he was missing him too. And it's only two weeks for Pete's sake!

I stumbled a little as I stepped on a small rock in my inattention. I glared back at the damn rock as I stopped running to wipe my forehead by my T-shirt. Damn it's only morning and it's already so hot!

I looked around if there was some shop nearby where I could buy some sweet drink with my allowance money however in that moment I realized something…

…

I was lost.

…

Shit

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. . .Shit indeed.

This… didn't go as planned. When the hell did I get lost? Was I lost in thoughts for so long?! One thought: Shit.

No wait. Calm down. Just go back the same way you run here. In time you will get to the surroundings you know and then it will be a child's play to go back! Yes… just turn around and -

Shit. No... this needs a stronger word: Fuck.

Why was there a fucking crossroad?!

Okey… maybe somebody saw me running and I could ask him which road should I take?

I looked around hopefully.

Wind blew and picked up particles of dust as I gazed around the empty street.

"Hahahahaha… ha... ha…," I started to laugh hysterically with a panic rising in my chest.

After few minutes I calmed down to think rationally again.

I could't be so far away from my landmark… I just had to choose the right road. Yes, that was it. Don't panic. Just, keep calm and hum some random song!

I commenced my humming and started to walk over to the crossroad with confident steps. However before I could choose one, my confidence abandoned me in favor of despair that started to surface. What if I chose the wrong one?! I will just be even more lost!

Okay, change of plans. If I chose a bad road I will find somebody and ask him for directions. Surely they will know which way the outskirts are?

Yes that was a good plan.

I glared at the crossroad, hoping that if I glared enough it will help me in my choosing. No such luck, though and in the end I chose one using 'Eeny, meeny, miny, moe'.

Then I walked. And walked. And walked. And for a change - I walked. Pretty awesome, right? Not…

Okay this was bad idea. I probably should've just stayed where I was, but seriously, where was everybody? I know it's still pretty early and Saturday, but not a single soul? Somebody hates me up there, its clear now. This is Japan for Pete's sake... It's not possible for nobody to be out. Maybe I should try to ring a bell on some of these houses? Nah… I rather not.

Just as I was about to break into hysterical laughter again I heard a noise. Finally!

I quickly broke into run. As I got nearer and nearer I realized that it was a sound of laughter and yells. I frowned. What was going on there? I turned around the corner and stopped to lok around.

I was in a park.

Small park with a fountain in the middle and around it were benches and trees in a circle formation. Just next to a mountain was a table - obviously transported here by somebody for some special reason and seeing as all around the table were papers in various states (ripped, soaked, dirtied,…) I reckoned it was some kind of petition against something? Or something similar…

My gaze finally travelled to the source of a sound I heard before. I frowned in disgust at the sight.

I saw five adolescents, no more than twenty years old certainly, standing in a ring around another teenager (I'd say he was around eighteen) who was bound by some bubble-gum-like substance. They were laughing their ass of as they kicked the younger looking boy on the ground. Some of them even used their quirks.

I was too far to hear what were they talking about and honestly I wasn't too set on an idea to go near them to hear… If they decided to beat me up to silence me, I would be an easy target. Sure, I fought almost every day in the past six months or so with Bakugou, so I am not exactly a one to shy away from fights. But. These guys were two times bigger than me, from the looks of it; all of them had quirks and knew how to use them and there was five of them - not exactly a favorable situation for me.

I gnawed at my bottom lip. I hated bullies with passion but I wasn't stupid (well I guess sometimes I was...). I wouldn't be any help if I rushed into this fight, especially when this fight wasn't mine in the first place. I should just turn around and pretend I didn't see anything - he would survive, surely they wouldn't want to have a blood on their hands.

Gah. What is this? Why do I feel so bad? Stupid conscience, from where the hell you came?! It isn't like I didn't to worse things before and in my first life I usually overlooked this shit (or destroyed the fuckers, it depended in what kind of mood I was at that moment) so why do I feel so bad now? He wasn't even somebody I knew! Damn it… I became soft…

I was about to reluctantly turn around - this isn't my problem, don't involve yourself, you are already in big trouble with all this 'lost' shit - but then one of the standing boys shouted something. The content of his yell caught my attention.

"Revival of Heroics? What the hell? Hahahaha! What do you think you can change by doing this?"

Revival of heroic? Interesting. So it was some kind of propaganda or something. I looked back onto the ground and at scattered bits of papers.

I stealthily (as stealthily as a three years old could) moved a little closer to look at the shredded paper nearest to me. There was a lot of those 'funny' characters that Japanese use to write with (I was so not looking forward to learning them) so I didn't understand what was written there, however there were small illustrations here and there that depicted heroes.

'Hmm so there are people, who see heroes differently and don't follow the popular public opinions.'

I looked back from the paper to look at the bound... unmoving body.

Did he... Did he faint?

Cold dread encompassed my whole being. Don't tell me he died?!

Those five bastards stopped an onslaught and looked at the unmoving body too, the bubble-gum-like substance sliding away from the boy and into the hand of one boy.

Then they pushed the said boy forward, probably sending him to check if the guy on the ground is alive.

The chosen one crouched down and hesitantly reached his hand towards the person on the ground. I held my breath as I waited for the reaction.

One second everything was silent and nobody moved.

Then the next one something unexpected happened.

~Change of POV~

If someone were to describe Fujiwara Aihi in a few words they would say: beautiful, prideful and cold.

Certainly not a family material.

Alas she was pressured into looking for a husband little after starting her second year of high school - of course one of a fine pedigree, just like her.

In the end she chose the lesser of the evils and decided to marry a man she knew had a crush on her for quite some time (reason for that crush was forever a mystery for everyone)

He was easy-going if a little weak-willed man whose family wasn't the richest but was passable enough for her parents. She was afterall only spare heir and woman at that.

Of course others were trying to persuade her husband-to-be saying things like:

Do you really want to marry her? Think about your future!

You will totally regret this. She has a feelings of a brick.

Buddy, you could do so much better! Why don't you think about it some more?

She didn't do anything to stop them, instead she waited in silence and wondered if he will broke under their words and terminate their agreement or if he would prevail.

In the end he did broke, but not in the way she expected.

He rose up from his sitting position and took advantage of his height to loom over his 'friends'. Green eyes lost their happy shine and turned cold, colder than hers could ever be. Almost permanent smile was wiped out and replaced by an angry scowl.

As he loomed over the speakers who now shook in fear at his glare. He started speaking. His soft baritone lowered an octave as he silently told them to 'shut up' and 'don't you dare badmouth my future wife ever again'.

It was so out of character for him that nobody dare to speak up anything bad about her after that, afraid of awakening that side again.

She was pleasantly surprised and dare she say... warmed (maybe it was at that moment she started to fall for him?) by his words.

Of course she maintained cool face throughout the whole outburst and only let a small smile grace her features once they were left alone. The sheepish face her fiancé made when he realized what he did was certainly an amusing bonus.

She hummed to herself a little; maybe he wasn't as weak-willed as she first thought (well it was expected, given the type of his quirk, now that she thought about it).

They had wedding few days after they graduated from high school and from that day on she was known as Midoriya Aihi (she never told it a living soul, but a sound of her new name made her a little giddy).

She didn't continue with her studies, instead she stayed at home and took care of the house, as was expected of her from the start. Though if she was being honest, she didn't mind it that much as she had more time for herself and for her hobbies.

Her husband continued in his studies on a prestigious university. Expenses joined with studies (and their everyday needs) were payer by their parents. They continued to sponsor them until the day Manabu found a steady job. Though she certainly didn't agree with his choice, she didn't say anything, because thanks to his work she could finally be free of her family.

They moved away and to the outskirts of the city that was near his work place. The scenery and surrounding was nice, thus she was quite satisfied with the place, especially when she found a lot of good places for painting when she took a stroll through the forest.

Life was certainly better than she imagined when she was first told she will need to marry so young. Her husband was considerate and didn't pressure her into something she didn't want. He always talked with her about possible solutions when problems arose and didn't try to conceal anything - he even told her about his job description even though it was against rules to discuss the work outside of his workplace.

After some time, she herself started to instinctively close the distance that was put forward by her and opened up to him little by little.

In his presence she could let go of the mask that was required of the lady of her status - even if it made her awkward and insecure at times. He didn't make fun of her at those times and instead redirected their attention elsewhere until slowly she started to be comfortable again.

In the end it was on the day she gave a birth to their first daughter that she realized how completely in love she was with her husband.

And she didn't mind that fact. Not even a bit.

Their second daughter was born and then… then things started to get complicated.

Kotone, their first daughter, manifested her quirk. She inherited her husband's quirk and that day after she saw the expression on his face she, for a moment, started to wonder if she knew him at all.

Because at that moment, the expression he had on in his face as he observed their oldest daughter was downright calculating and, again for only a moment of course, she feared for the safety of their children. However as soon as that expression appeared it instantly vanished and instead was replaced with determined frown.

She continued to observe him silently, but stopped when he placed his hand over hers and words resonated through her head.

Don't worry...

I will protect them.

She leaned into him heavily and squeezed his hand. She knew that, however there were things even he couldn't protect their daughters from.

They continued to live in a same way as before, however their daughter's quirk continued to remind her of possibility that one day somebody will come and take away her daughters.

Then Inko manifested her quirk and it was Aihi's, to the relief of both parents.

And after that... well Aihi will be the first one to admit that they started to place their second daughter into background. They were beside themselves with worry about what will happen to the older that they sometimes forgot that they had second (and, in the first place, Aihi really wasn't a good mother material).

They both didn't realize it in that moment; Inko was quiet and sweet child who never begged for attention, because she didn't want to burden her parents. However even a sweetest of children would feel bitter if they were neglected for long enough and she soon started to resent them for their innatention.

Only after older of the sisters left, parents feeling low and dispirited after her departure, turned after so many years their full attention on the younger. However after being left in the background for so long she couldn't find it in herself to let go of her bitter thoughts and gap between them started to increase and increase, until one day Inko moved away without a word.

Few years later, she started to regret her decision of not saying at least goodbye that day. And after meeting her husband, whose encouragement gave her enough courage, she called them.

However it was only after twins were about to celebrate their first year, doubled with a want of some other adult company (being an only parent for most of time made her quite lonely) that she had enough of a an excuse to meet her parents again.

(and in a parallel world where Kou was stillborn, their first meeting after years of not seeing each other, would simultaneously be their last, Izuku being too shy to intervene without the push of his sister)

Aaaand~ cut!

Ho... this chapter was quite fun to write, especially that 'lost' part... It's from personal experience, too, though in my case I at least had a friend with me...

Heh, anyway... actually I don't have anything to say ... thus...