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U.A. High School closed the day after the attack.
The invasion at U.A. High School's USJ was the talk of the public the next few days. People were whispering about the proclaimed 'League of Villains' and how they were able to infiltrate the most prestigious school in Japan. It was slightly irritable and bothersome for Todoroki to abide the whispers and side glances in public as he made his way to school, white earbuds stuffed neatly into his ear to drown out the train.
In a way, he was used to the curious glances. Being the child of the Number Two Pro Hero had its own popularity but factoring in the odd hair and burn mark over his face, Todoroki was not unaccustomed to the staring. The public was only curious because of the uniform he wore and the recent attack at USJ. They were not particularly interested in him.
The train stopped, announcing the station they arrived at and Todoroki leaned against the railing as passengers left and more got on. The people from the cart in front of him left and he glanced up momentarily in curiosity, recognizing a fellow U.A. High School uniform and light brown hair.
Ayame was sitting down on one of the seats, lilac eyes unfocused and hair was pulled back into her usual braid-bun. A pregnant woman holding hands with a small boy walked into the train, looking around for an empty spot. Ayame broke out of her daze and stood up, offering her seat to the duo with a smile and the elder thanked her. Todoroki was unable to make out the words exchanged as the train shifted in gear again, going to the next station once the door closed.
It might have been curiosity or boredom on his part to continue observing his senpai throughout the ride; Todoroki was a naturally observant person. Since young, he was able to determine the main difference between him and the other children his age. People-watching ended up becoming a pastime for him in public and though he generally understood the reasoning for what others did, he never dwelled on it.
But this time, he happened to know the person of interest during his observation today. Ayame smiled at the kid again though the boy shy away. She placed a finger on her chin, thinking momentarily about something as she kneeled in front of him and the train shifted again. The girl fell on her bottom, laughing sheepishly at her unsteady balance and snapped her fingers. Thin, dark trails emitted from her pointer finger and just as Todoroki had seen before, the smoke manifested a small creature in a ghostly form. The tiny nekomata danced around on her palm and Ayame offered the miniature cat to the kid, grinning when she saw his face light up in excitement.
The remaining time of the brief train ride flew by as Ayame continued to entertain the child with her Quirk. The mother watched from the sideline and made a comment, causing Ayame to flush lightly almost in embarrassment. The train stopped again and announced their arrival to the next station; Ayame got up from her kneeled position and waved 'bye' to the duo. Realizing that it was his stop too, Todoroki exited his cart with earbuds still on.
"Ah, Totoro-kun!"
He paused in his steps, mentality wondering why he knew it was referred to him when it hasn't even been twenty-four hours since she adopted the nickname. Bright, lilac eyes met heterochromia ones when Ayame caught up with him, smiling in greeting at the boy. Now that Todoroki can see her closer, he can make out the faint dark rims under her eyes—whether it was from lack of sleep or swollen from tears, he did not know.
"Senpai," he greeted politely, taking the earbuds off as they walked side by side.
"I didn't know you use this train too," Ayame smiled again, kind and friendly though Todoroki preferred her not to. He was not interested in making friends at U.A.; he was only polite because she was his senior.
"Ah," he agreed but did not press for more. Ayame continued to walk with him towards the school and Todoroki inwardly hoped she would not strike a conversation. He was not known to be talkative like the rest of the classmates that had associated with her; it would be wise if she did not expect thorough conversations from him.
"Did you get home safe afterwards?" But of course, Ayame still attempted. She knew Todoroki was not the talkative type but she had noticed him to be alone before. It must have been the attack from before to be affecting her because Ayame realized what a stupid question she just asked. "Oh—of course you did. You're right here in front of me."
A small laughed escaped her lips yet Todoroki thoughtlessly wondered why it sounded different from before. Maybe the attack at USJ had affected him too for his observations towards his upperclassman—or it may have been the talk with his father that night after he returned home.
Endeavor had greeted Todoroki when he returned, scanning him over once with those sharp eyes and inquired about the 'League of Villains'. It wasn't his safety his father was concerned with, but the strength of the villains he encountered. Todoroki gave a brief report, short and simple since he wanted to get away from his father's presence as soon as possible, and walked away from him without being dismissed.
"I wouldn't expect the future Number One Hero to have lost at all. If you used your left side, it would be more than enough to capture all the villains."
Todoroki ignored his father but inwardly he seethed at those words. He had vowed to not use his left side in battle; he vowed to never become like him. His ice was enough, it was all he needed.
He nearly forgot to reply to Ayame when he was lost in his memories, managing a small nod in the end at her comment. She was able to catch onto the gesture, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. They were around the same height—maybe Todoroki was a few centimeters taller—and upon closer inspection, Ayame realized his left eye was not fully blue. It was a mix of green—a pretty turquoise shade that looked familiar yet not. It felt like it should be something she should know of from the corner of her mind yet cannot connect the dots to what (or who) so Ayame ignored it, merely thinking to herself of what pretty eyes he had instead.
"My imouto greeted me when I returned home. She was always a crybaby but—I had never seen her cry as much as then," Ayame said softly, a fond smile on her face as she remembered Suzume hugging her tightly with their mother and Yume on the sideline. "I guess they saw the news—it was on nearly all the channels, they said."
After school after USJ, Yume had taken Ayame to a nearby hospital to be examined. Luckily, there was nothing broken from the attack she sustained by the Nomu; only a large bruise and small cuts and bruises littered her body. Even now, she was wearing a medicinal pad on the side of her ribs and a cotton patch on her cheek. She would be able to heal if she makes a trip to Recovery Girl later today, it was nothing to fret over she assured her sisters.
Todoroki held back his tongue, nearly pointing out to Ayame that she had cried quite a fair amount before too and wondered if her younger sister took after her. Instead, he was rather surprised at the turn of events for LullaCry to personally show up at the academy. Ayame had called out to the hero fondly and he was able to put two and two together. The sisters looked similar to each other with brunette hair and purple eyes; he would have guessed for them to be related even if Ayame did not confirm it.
"You have a younger sister too?" Todoroki asked in the end, figuring it would not be polite to not say anything back at last.
"Yup," Ayame smiled, eyes drifting down to stare at the ground.
She wondered if he was going to ask about her older sister too; nearly everyone she met did. They were always more interested in the hero rather than herself and after her slip-up, maybe Todoroki found out their relation already. Ayame knew he was a smart boy but she hoped no one else caught onto her mistakes.
"Do you have any siblings?" Ayame turned the question back to him before he can respond. It would be the easiest to divert his attention.
"Ah," he paused briefly, thinking back to his elder sister and two brothers he had not seen in a while.
Though they were related by blood, Todoroki had never interacted with them much. His father was always there to drag him away to train and the only times he ever seen his sister were the brief passing within the compound.
"Three."
"Must be lively."
You can't be anymore wrong, Todoroki thought.
Although he was personally interested in her relation with LullaCry, Todoroki did not question it. He understood the complications one could have being related to a Pro Hero—he knew it all too well. Ayame's disquiet mood earlier had rose suspicion in him but he did not particularly care. It was not his business to probe around her family affairs.
"I was wondering," Ayame spoke up again, thoughtful and contemplative during the small lull in conversation, "How did you know I was injured?"
He had stepped up not once—but twice regarding her health. She didn't want to appear weak in front of others yet he had noticed while Kirishima didn't. Todoroki had even mentioned it to the detective after and Ayame only elbowed him out of the spur of the moment. Though Todoroki seemed to be aloof more often than not, he's not a bad kid, Ayame realized.
One turquoise eye glanced at her before returning to stare in front.
"You were twitching a lot." 'Trembling' would be a more fitting word but he did not voice it, "When you were blown back from All Might and the Nomu's attack, your body felt weak. You couldn't stand up properly and it was obvious from your ripped costume." Todoroki had arrived at the scene late but even he could deduce that Ayame fought hard with dozens of unconscious villains around her.
She blinked, trying not to gape at how logical Todoroki can be. It does not surprise her, she had witness his intelligence a few times already, but it was amusing.
Ayame giggled. "You know, you're quite a quiet person yet when you're analyzing, you talk a lot."
Now it was his turn to blink, glancing in her direction again at the slight tease. Todoroki just doesn't speak a lot because there's usually nothing worthy to say. He was able to deduce those simple facts easily just from a few observations. But no one had pointed out that habit of his until now; one where he didn't realize he had until Ayame mentioned it. Todoroki just doesn't like talking about himself; it was as simple as that.
"I just don't have much to say," Todoroki shrugged.
"Except when it comes down to the important things," Ayame added.
Todoroki did not reply and Ayame did not speak again. The light conversation had made the walk appear faster than expected and soon, they entered the school grounds safely. Todoroki expected them to separate once within the building since the second year was on another floor but—Ayame continued to walk with him. His brows furrowed slightly and it must have shown on his face because Ayame smiled at him.
"I wanted to check up on the rest of the class too. I can't play favorites," she teased again though Todoroki wondered why she took her 'senpai' role so seriously. It had only been two days since she was introduced to them but her sense of duty as an upperclassman was persistent. Maybe it was her natural personality? He did see her play with the child earlier.
They stopped in front of Class 1-A's door but did not enter yet when there seem to be discussions within.
"Ayame-senpai is related to Aizawa-sensei?!" A male voice—Kaminari?—shouted.
Her hand froze over the door, unable to open it and Todoroki glanced at her again.
"Yeah! We heard her say 'Shouta-oji' during the fight against those villains! Isn't that right, Midoriya?!" Mineta cried out.
"U-um, yes, b-but—"
"Mineta-chan, don't you think senpai kept quiet because she did not want anyone else to find out?" A voice droned out (Tsuyu).
"T-that's…pretty amazing though," Kirishima said.
"And LullaCry came last time! I love her!" Ochako exclaimed excitedly.
"They're sisters," Midoriya confirmed but he wasn't talking to the class, muttering to himself quietly again as he thought back to the siblings. "It isn't that surprising though; they look almost identical. LullaCry had mention in her interviews that she has two sisters but Ayame-senpai's Quirk is nothing like hers… LullaCry's 'Dream' Quirk allows her to put her opponents to sleep within a millisecond yet senpai's Quirk calls for summons. It must be their parent's that passed down those Quirks to them but it's quite surprising that—"
"Deku-kun, you're rambling again," Ochako laughed.
"O-oh! S-sorry!"
The door opened louder than usual but it was not Ayame that did it. Todoroki walked into the classroom leisurely, his hand dropped from the wooden frame and his figure revealed Ayame to be standing still. She blinked as dozens of eyes turned to her and inwardly sweated at the class's discovery.
Guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought…
"I-I guess you found out!" Ayame laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head with one hand and suddenly, she was crowded by different people.
"You're really related to Aizawa-sensei?!"
"And LullaCry?!"
"Wow! Senpai—why didn't you tell us?"
"That's so cool!"
"W-well it isn't a big deal," she waved off, looking away from their shining eyes, "I-I'm just here to make sure you're okay! And it looks like you are! I'll see you all later!"
They blinked as Ayame ran away, staring at her retreating back in confusion.
"That's why I said we shouldn't say anything," Tokoyami sighed from his desk, "It doesn't relate to us."
"Ehh? But why would she want to hide it?" Ashido asked.
They shrugged; no one else seemed to know the answer either.
"I hope senpai is okay," Tsuyu spoke up again, "She saw Aizawa-sensei be beaten down pretty hard."
"She was fighting well before we even arrived!" Mineta added.
"It doesn't look like it but she's pretty capable," Kirishima laughed.
"Oi! Get out of the way!"
Bakugo shoved his way into the classroom, glaring at the few of the ones hanging around still. He marched his way onto his seat, ignoring Kirishima's friendly greeting as Iida began to instruct them to take their own seats.
"Senpai is still pretty cute despite her crying," Kaminari leaned back into his seat, laughing along with Kirishima behind him.
"I think that's part of her charm!" Ochako piped up.
The class began to settle down and the topic regarding Ayame moved on to another. Todoroki sat at his own desk and contributed nothing to the conversation surrounding him. He only knew just a tad bit more about her than the others but it wasn't interesting enough to share with the class. Though he could use it as a conversation starter, Todoroki kept to himself. He wasn't the type to gossip anyways.
Ayame arrived back to her classroom with a sigh. She had not meant to run off as abruptly as she planned but she wasn't expecting her relation to her uncle to be discovered. Thinking back, she realized it would not make sense for the others to not find out—she did bawl in front of her sister.
Ah…how embarrassing, Ayame inwardly sweated.
For someone who tried to show her cool side to her kouhais, she did quite some less-than-cool stunts already. She just wanted to prove herself and show off her status as a second year at U.A.! The admiring looks she received from some of Class 1-A students had been her motivation; she did not want to let her kouhais and uncle down.
Yet the sudden attack at USJ called for a more pressing matter at hand than her own reputation. The villains had invaded with the intent to kill All Might. Ayame had finally seen her most admired hero in real life—only to watch him nearly be crushed by that gate user. It was a rollercoaster of chaotic emotions the day before and after she had calmed down at home, Ayame knew what she must do.
She will ask Yume to train her.
Ayame had barely slept that night because of those thoughts plaguing her mind. Although her body was tired from straining herself, her mind was too active to simply sleep until it was nearly dawn. The time Ayame spent over break was wasted on her own pleasure than training. She did not exercise as often as before and though her Quirk control was excellent, she knew she could use some improvement.
I'll ask Yume-nee when I go home, Ayame nodded to herself.
A blur of grey and black dashed towards her and within a second, Ayame felt a solid body collide into hers, trying not to wince from the pain on her ribs. She looked down at the shorter girl and realized it was Hotaru wrapping her arms around her, bright eyes sparkling almost in tears.
"A-Ayame-chan! Y-you're okay!" Hotaru nearly cried.
The brunette blinked, realizing that her friend was concerned for her health. Ayame relaxed into the hug and returned it, nodding her head but she would not shed anymore tears.
"Sorry for worrying you, Hotaru-chan. I'm okay though!"
Hotaru scanned her over and discovering nothing else to be out of the ordinary except for her bandaged cheek, Hotaru let her go. Ayame had planned to make a trip to Recovery Girl during lunch to not worry her friends any more—she can bear with the pain now. Her grin was enough to reassure Hotaru and the two quietly went over to their seats.
Fellow classmates began to question Ayame about the accident. She responded to the most she could, not completely sure of the details herself despite facing the main villains head on. She had gone quiet then, lilac eyes staring at the metal desk and remembering the horrors she saw.
"…Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei seemed to have taken the brunt of the attacks. They should still be in the hospital recovering," Ayame said softly.
The students blinked at each other but it was Hotaru that spoke up. "U-um…I just saw Aizawa-sensei earlier in the hall… H-he definitely looked like he should stay in the hospital. He was wrapped in bandages from head to toe!"
Ayame's eyes widen, snapping her head upwards at the news. Her uncle was doing what now?! She had only seen him briefly when the whole family went to the hospital to check up on Aizawa's status—and he wasn't even conscious then! Ayame had gone home early with Suzume and her father after while her mother and Yume stayed behind but—she wasn't expecting her uncle to come back to school so soon!
She stood up from her seat and ran out the door—almost succeeding if not for someone to be blocking the way already. Crystal eyes looked down at her as Takarada was about to enter and briefly, Ayame noticed there was not the usual sign of disgust behind them.
"Return to your seat, Sasaki. Class is about to begin." Short, simple, clipped. Of course even if Takarada knew of 's events, he would not spare any condolences towards her. But then again, no one in Class 2-A knew of Ayame's distress.
"But—!"
"Now," he cut her off and there was the familiar glare in his eyes.
Ayame glared back but quietly obeyed, thoughts racing to see her uncle. If what Hotaru said was true, then she must wait until lunchtime and investigate herself. She can only hope her uncle was not overworking himself.
Ume was livid.
No, maybe livid was too simple of a word to use for her current state.
Ume was disappointed, upset, infuriated with Aizawa because he was currently here, in the teacher's lounge, and not in the hospital where he belongs. He was too much of a professional to simply sit still and heal, resting, and had decided by himself to still teach class because, as he quoted, 'I can still walk, so I can still teach'.
But that was all he could do!
Aizawa was barely conscious when she went to visit him last night. She was not one of the teachers free to go to USJ when the villains attacked but she heard the general details from the meeting afterwards. Ume couldn't believe that the school had been infiltrated by over seventy villains and if she wasn't teaching a class at that time, she would have gladly gone to rescue the students.
It was a relief that none of the students were hurt by the attack. She knew Aizawa and Thirteen must have done their best to secure their safety. Ume wasn't upset that Aizawa put his life in danger for the students—she was upset that he's still pushing himself now when he had no business being in school. He had always been like this—even in high school—and Ume shouldn't be surprised for his lack of concern for his own well-being but—that doesn't mean she's still not upset.
A small clatter reached her ears and she looked in Aizawa's direction, noticing he had dropped a binder in the ground. He attempted to lean down to pick it up but Ume saw his struggle clearly, frowning lightly in the process as she kneeled down to pick up the fallen binder. Without a word, she set it back onto the table, ignoring Aizawa the most she could before returning to her seat.
"Soharu-san…are you perhaps…mad?" Ectoplasm asked hesitantly, blank eyes following the usual cheery teacher.
"Mad? What do you mean?" Ume smiled brightly towards her fellow co-worker. Behind her, Present Mic sweated at the change in her attitude. After all, he had gone to the same high school with Ume. He knew what an angry Ume looked like even if the other teachers did not. He glanced at the mummified Aizawa again who had not even moved from his sitting position.
"Bet you a thousand yen that Aizawa-kun is going to apologize first," a sultry voice whispered behind Present Mic and he turned around to glance at Midnight.
"You're on!" He tried to keep his tone low so the other two won't hear, "But Soharu is going to crack first."
The two shook hands secretly behind their back, smirking at their own bet as the others ignored them. It was not uncommon for the two to make bets with each other since they all went to the same high school together. It had been a while since the two felt the need for one and although they were concerned with their friend's well-being, they knew not to interfere with their…complicated feelings with each other.
A phone rang out through the room again and this time, Midnight was the one to take the call. She looked at the caller ID and smiled to herself, waving to her fellow co-workers as she exited the lounge.
"Ume, try not to frown too much. You'll get wrinkles at this rate," Midnight left with those parting words to her.
Ume looked up and opened her mouth to protest but it was too late. Midnight had already left. She sighed, glancing at the injured teacher again and attempted to not frown. He was the reason for her sully mood yet she cannot completely ignore him altogether. It was because they were high school friends, Ume tried to reason, for her overly concern regarding Aizawa.
"I can't believe you left the hospital!"
Ayame was in disbelief, staring at her mummified uncle in wonder as lunch neared its end. It took her nearly the whole lunchtime to find Aizawa and although it shouldn't surprise her he was sleeping in his yellow bag under the table within the longue, she was more upset with his reckless behavior.
"Wait til okaa-san hears about this."
"Are you really going to tattle on me…to my older sister?" Aizawa deadpanned although Ayame cannot see his expression, she heard the bored tone in his voice clearly.
Ayame huffed. "If it's the only way to get you to rest, then I will."
Aizawa shrugged. "She already knows."
Ayame gaped at him, speechless that her mother had allowed Aizawa to be even discharged when she knew how protective Shiko was with her family. Aizawa left out the detail where Shiko did have a fit but, he was a grown man. He does not need his older sister to babysit him.
"More importantly, how did the school find out about our relation?" Aizawa turned back to ask.
The brunette quickly closed her mouth, trying to smooth out a calm expression but Aizawa caught onto her nervous habit of playing with her fingers quietly to know Ayame had let it slipped on accident. He didn't care; it was the children's choice to keep their family bonds a secret, but he had been receiving questions all morning from Class 1-A and few of the teachers already.
"Ehe wellll…" Ayame trailed off with a sheepish laugh, "I guess some heard me call you 'Shouta-oji' during the battle."
It was in the spur of the moment when Ayame lost herself. Seeing her uncle be beaten so senselessly had broken her spirit and restraints. In that moment, she honestly thought her uncle (and herself) were going to die. It was luck that no one lost their lives during the incident at USJ.
"I'm surprised I managed to even hide it for one year!" Ayame boosted while laughing brightly, "But I guess it can't be helped. Some things can't be hidden and—wait you're trying to get me to change the subject!"
She gasped again at how easily it was for her to get distracted while Aizawa remained motionless in his mummy form. With a huff, Ayame was about to say more when the bell rang, signaling their return to the class and she sighed. Turning on her heels, she gave a brief wave to her uncle.
"You're just as stubborn as okaa-san sometimes. Just, please don't overwork yourself, oji-san."
Stubbornness runs in the family, Aizawa thought.
Aizawa watched his niece leave quietly, leaning back into his chair as he contemplated the concern his colleagues and family had shown around him throughout the day. He wasn't the type to ask for help—let alone admit to needing help. He had worst injuries but his defeat at the USJ definitely made it to his top five.
With a sigh, he forced himself to stand up as he prepared for the next class. Work was still work. He can still move; so he can still teach.
"Thank you for the information, sensei. I'll keep my eyes on the lookout, too."
"Be careful, kiddo."
"Understood."
Yume hung up the phone call with Midnight, tucking the device back into her pocket as she viewed the city below from a tall building. Her eyes followed a few civilians around but none matched the description her instructor had told her. She put a hand to her earpiece, pressing a button firmly on the side to contact her Hero Headquarters.
"One is a tall man with light blue hair, pale skin, and grey severed hands covering his body. The other is a dark, shadow-form gate warper. Put those two along the S-rank criminals in our database as well. The man was injured during the attack at U.A. High but that does not mean they will not strike again. Their target: All Might."
"Yes, LullaCry. The message had been sent out to the other heroes in the agency."
"Notify me first if there are any words regarding them."
"Understood."
Yume disconnected the line again as she continued to survey the city. Her emotions had been in kept while speaking with her companions but inwardly, she was angry. Those villains had managed to get away in the end, leaving the two most troublesome ones to escape after injuring so many students, teachers, and most importantly—her family.
A snarl almost appeared on her pink lips but she contained it. She needed a calm mind to stay focus on her task. Although her priority as a hero was to the city…
"No one hurts my family and gets away with it."
Yume was four years old when she discovered her Quirk.
It was around the time her baby sister was born. Little Ayame was a small bundle of joy and energy, occupying most of their mother's time in the day and night with Yume by her side. The child was curious of the newest addition to the family but Yume was not ignorant. At a young age, she understood the basic necessities a baby needed with constant attention and love, something their mother kept repeating to her whenever they were together.
"You're the older sibling, Yume. That means you must take care of your younger sister, okay?"
"Yup! I will!"
And Yume absolutely loved Ayame.
Yume loved the similarities between them. She loved the light shade of brown hair of her sister and the rare times Ayame was awake, she adored the bright lilac shade of her eyes. She can't wait until her sister was old enough to walk and run with her so they can play together when their parents weren't home.
But waiting felt like forever for the young girl and most of the time, Ayame stayed asleep. Shiko had explained babies require sleep more than them; they needed plenty of rest to grow big. Yume understood but wondered why her mother was growing more tired as the weeks dragged on too.
The weeks had turned to months and Ayame had grown just a bit. It was still not enough for Yume to play with and the baby slept just as much as before but her cries were growing frequent. Shiko felt worn from taking care of the children and took a nap whenever possible when Ayame was asleep.
Yume quietly drew on the floor of the bedroom, coloring in the house she drew with a bright red crayon until a cry echoed the room. She stood up, realizing it was her little sister was crying and quickly hopped over to the cradle. Teary, lilac eyes were squinted in pain and the little round face was turning red in frustration. Shiko was not waking up despite the cries and Yume looked between the baby and her mother frantically.
"Shhh, shhh Aya-chan! D-don't cry…!"
Ayame whimpered at the sound of Yume's voice, looking at the older sibling for a second before crying again. Yume bit her lips as she gently rocked the cradle and hoped her mother can wake up soon—she would know what to do!
"P-please, go back to…sleep!"
Ayame froze from the words as Yume felt something tickle her eyes. Suddenly, the baby's eyes closed, no more sobs escaping her lips as Ayame fell back asleep. Yume blink, not fully comprehending the situation when the room was filled with silence again and quietly, Yume backed away from the cradle in a daze.
The next time Ayame woke up crying, it was a few days later when Shiko was preparing dinner. Yume had been tasked to watch over her sister and the moment the baby cried, she set her Quirk in motion. It was easy to activate her abilities once Yume realized what it was and felt proud of herself for calming Ayame down so quickly. It had never crossed her mind to inform her parents about her new Quirk; Yume just wanted Ayame to grow up quickly.
The cycle repeated itself for the next week. Shiko was getting more energetic again with the amount of sleep; she was able to take notice of Ayame's quiet mood. She hoped the baby was getting enough rest yet she cannot shake off the odd foreboding feeling within her stomach at the sudden change.
It wasn't until another week had past for Shiko to discover the truth.
She had watched Yume put Ayame to sleep the moment the baby opened her mouth to cry. Shiko was in a state of shock—wonder—amazement—yet confliction because of the discovery. Her eldest child had inherited the same Quirk as her—yet was using it for a purpose she could not approve of.
"Ah, okaa-san. Aya-chan will grow up faster with rest, right?"
But Shiko could not be mad at Yume.
No one was able to teach Yume the right and wrong of her Quirk; of the dangers and morality they must always face because of their power. Poor Yume was only four years old, younger than Shiko when she received her Quirk, and only wanted her little sister to grow up faster.
"Yume, you must understand, you cannot use your Quirk so willingly like this," Shiko attempted to explain with a weak smile. "Quirks are wonderful gifts but they are not toys you can play with freely. Under no circumstances can you use your Quirk again until you're older, okay?"
Yume sniffed, wide violet eyes wet with tears as she turned to her mother. "A-am I in trouble?"
"N-no, no, honey, no. It was my fault for not seeing the signs earlier," Shiko sighed to herself. Being a mother of two was already taking a toll on her. "Let's begin teaching you about Quirks so in the future, you will understand too."
Yume nodded her head.
At that age, she still could not fathom what she had done so wrong but the twenty year old Yume can.
Now, Yume can fully distinguish the power and responsibility of a person with Quirk. She can understand the worries her mother had gone through when she was young. Although Ayame never found out the type of trouble Yume had put her in, there was always a sense of guilt lingering within her at times.
Yume truly loves her sisters. Even as she had done wrong in the past, she made a promise to herself to be a hero and keep her family safe—and that was a promise she will never break.
A/N:
OHBOY it's been a hot minute since I've updated huh;;;; S-sorry! I gotta plan my wedding in March and been focused on my BTS story but I do love BNHA very very much and Todoroki is still my boy. Gonna try to update this story more though!
Thank you for reading and reviews are always appreciated!