Note: I have also posted this story on AO3.

She needed a blanket.

She needed warmth.

She had to focus.

Momo Yaoyorozu blew out a cold breath inside the abandoned warehouse. Her small back rested against the cold steel wall. If she didn't get warmth soon she knew she would die. The thing she had before her mother and father threw her out of everything she had ever known.

She needed to focus.

She must remember what makes up a blanket.

She could do that.

Momo lifted up her tattered shirt partway. From the expose skin shined a pink pixie like light. A heavy black blanket manifested itself out of her and fell to the ground. She took hold of the covering, wrapping it around her shivering body.

Her power had saved her and yet it was the cause for all of her misery. She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself. Could she do this? Could she truly survive on her own? It had been a question she had asked herself a dozen times over the past few months she had been on the streets. Only to see that somehow, someway she had managed to make it through another day.

The rich girl turned orphan's black hair cascaded down her body. Her onyx eyes filled with dejection and fear. She stuffed her pretty little face further down into the blanket as she went to sleep for the night.

The next morning, the sun's light flittered into the warehouse through its broken out windows. Momo's eyelids fluttered. They slowly parted to the new day. Another day she had managed to get through.

She needed to get ready for it. Slowly she removed herself from the warmth of the blanket. She reached for the items she made in the former week. She groomed herself, tying her hair in a side ponytail.

After she made herself presentable to be seen as any other girl she made her way out of the warehouse. Momo went where she always did after finding some food; the library.

Once inside she looked around in the hope of finding someone she could ask for help. This was a daily routine. As long as she didn't show off her power people would believe she was normal and if she were normal adults would help her to learn how to read. If she could learn to read the more knowledge she had to work with to use her power.

Her power was the only way she would be able to stay alive. Or was it? A kind old lady began to teach her a few kanji, she wondered if someone like her could take her in. After all if she were a good girl and didn't use her powers maybe she could have a home again?

"S-so cold." The clerk of the shop had been half-frozen in ice along with part of the shop. The young five-year-old boy who had preformed the act headed toward the back of the shop.

"I'll melt it later," the boy who had snowy white and fiery red hair split down the middle with a burn mark over his right eye named Shoto Todoroki said. The child wore ripped up clothes full of holes since it was the only things he owned.

He opened up the refrigerator to take a bottle of milk. He then grabbed some snacks off a shelf close by. It had been two whole days since he last eaten so he ate every last thing he could.

The boy knew what he was doing was considered wrong, but what else could he do? When his parents discovered he had powers; his mother threw the hot water she had been boiling for tea in his face which gave him his burn mark. His father had beaten him and shouted over and over again he was a monster, another monster.

He didn't mean to do anything wrong. All he had been doing was playing with his older brother and sister when these strange powers showed up. Before he knew it his parents had turned against him and threw him out like trash.

It hurt. It hurt so much that he lost control. His new powers acted up again without warning, burning down the house. His family fled far away and he hadn't seen any of them since.

After he had filled his belly he walked over to the ice. He placed his right hand on it. The ice slowly melted as steam filled the air, transforming into a mist.

When Shoto had finished he fled the store in the middle of the spring night. This was his life now and it would continue to be. He had to toughen up if he wished to survive.

"Here we go, Izuku. Dinner." Katsuki shook the backpack he held upside down. A number of candy bars and protein bars along with a few water bottles fell out onto the floor.

Izuku crouched down toward the food, resting his hands on his knees. "Kacchan, are you sure we should have done that? The store owner-"

Katsuki covered Izuku's mouth before he could finish his sentence. "Shut it. That shop keeper still has plenty of stuff. We need this to last until the end of the week. So just go ahead and eat." Katsuki took his hand away from his only friend.

"But All Might never steals."

"All Might isn't real." When was Izuku going to learn that? They had been on their own for four years now and Izuku still thought they could be superheroes like All Might. It wasn't possible. In real life people feared those with powers not praised them for it.

Katsuki sat down in the empty apartment they managed to find and picked up one of the protein bars. They would need to leave by the morning so that the apartment complex's owner wouldn't find them. Hopefully, if they were lucky no one would rent out the apartment until the end of the week so they would have somewhere to sleep during their nights.

The blonde opened up the bar, taking his first bite. In the slight corner of his eye he saw Izuku sit. The other boy soon gave into his hunger, picking up a similar bar to Katsuki. No matter how much either one of them wanted to be like All Might it just wasn't reality.

Katsuki was the first to fall asleep. Izuku on the other hand had still been awake, staring up at the ceiling. His old All Might action figure rested on his chest wrapped inside his arms.

He couldn't help but wondered if there was anything else he could do. Kacchan had taken most of the risk when it came to gathering food or finding them a place to stay. Meanwhile all he did was find them clothes from time to time and tell Kacchan that All Might wouldn't approve of what they were doing even though they had no other options.

It had been years since he last seen an episode of All Might. Still he tried to remember every lesson he had learned from the show though none of them had lessons on how to survive on the streets. He had the exact same power as All Might and yet he couldn't do anything for anyone not even Kacchan.

He needed to do better than this. He was almost eight-years-old so he needed to start pulling his own weight. Kacchan had done everything he could for them so he needed to do the same.

Slowly Izuku's eyes began to fall and he drifted off to sleep.

Eijirou Kirishima was now twelve-years-old. If he were a normal kid he would just be coming back from school. He wasn't normal though, he was a super. Though most wouldn't notice since by all means he appeared normal with his red eyes and jet black hair that fell around his face. He even wore a middle school uniform that he found in the garbage.

Eijirou made his way down an alleyway, keeping his head down so not to draw attention. His beaten up shoes slide against the ground as he walked.

"No leave me alone. I told you we're through."

"Who do you think you are, bitch?"

Eijirou gazed up to see a school girl completely cornered by a boy. The two appeared to be in high school. The frighten girl held her hands up to her chest. The boy appeared as angry as a mad beast.

Eijirou halted his walk. This wasn't going to turn out well. It would be better for him to turn back the way he came. Without thinking any further he did exactly that.

The girl screamed.

It was none of his business.

The girl cried.

He didn't need this trouble in his life.

The girl wept.

This happened all the time. But, why did it have to? Why didn't people do something when they saw something was wrong? Why didn't they pay attention or care about those in need? Why?

Eijirou spun on his heels. He dashed toward the scene just as the guy was about to land another punch on the girl. With an outstretch hand he harden his skin. His arm took the blow that caused the other boy to cry out.

Eijirou used his other hand to shove the high school boy back by his shoulder. "Leave her alone you, jerk. She told you she wanted nothing to do with you."

"Why you-"

Eijirou hardened his face for another incoming attack. His black hair seemed to spike a bit as his crimson eyes glared at the other guy. He made sure to stand his ground. He wouldn't let this guy attack this defenseless girl.

The high school boy stumbled back. "Yo-you're a freak." The guy went screaming out of the alley.

Eijirou relaxed his pose and slumped back to his normal self. "Yeah, like I haven't heard that before." He began to walk away from the girl in the opposite direction.

"Wait!"

Eijirou stopped cold. He turned his head to face the girl. "What is it?" Did she want to call him a freak too?

The girl bowed to him; her hands overlapped over her skirt. "Thank you very much for saving me."

"Thank… you?"

"Yes."

Eijirou's crimson eyes trembled. His mouth fell agape. He had never heard those words directed at him before in his entire life. His heart felt warm.

Ages During the Chapter:

Momo: 4(saw her)-12 (end)

Shoto: 5-(saw him)-12 (end)

Katsuki: 8(saw him)-13(end)

Izuku: 8(saw him)-12 (end)

Eijirou: 12