AN: I'm not doing notes at the start of my chapters anymore. If I want to say anything, I will say it at the end of the Chapter.

As the bond between Izumi and Enji deepened, they found themselves spending more time together outside of U.A. Their outings included training sessions, dinners, and even late-night conversations about heroism and life. They had become confidants, sharing their dreams and fears with each other.

One evening, as they were walking through the quiet streets of Musutafu after a dinner at their favorite restaurant, Enji decided it was time to reveal a long-buried family secret. He stopped and turned to face Izumi, his expression grave.

"Izumi," he began, "there's something you should know about your past."

Izumi looked at her father, puzzled and concerned. "What is it, Daddy?"

Enji took a deep breath, his flames flickering nervously. "You're not my biological daughter, Izumi. You're adopted."

Izumi felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. She staggered back a step, her heart pounding in her chest. "Adopted? But... but why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Enji's eyes were filled with regret as he explained, "Rei and I adopted you when you were just a baby. We wanted to give you a better life, away from the turmoil that often surrounded our family. We loved you as our own, and we still do."

Tears welled up in Izumi's eyes as she tried to process this revelation. She had always felt like a Todoroki, and now, everything she knew about herself was in question.

"Why didn't Mom tell me?" Izumi asked, her voice trembling.

Enji sighed, "Your mother, Rei, she wanted to tell you herself. She's been carrying this burden for a long time, and it wasn't fair to keep it from you any longer. But she also wanted to protect you from the pain it might cause."

Izumi felt a surge of anger rising within her. "Protect me? From what, the truth? I can't believe you kept this from me, Daddy."

Enji reached out to touch her shoulder, but she pulled away. "Izumi, I understand that you're upset, but please know that we love you just as much as if you were our own flesh and blood. Nothing will change that."

Izumi turned and began to walk away, her emotions too overwhelming to handle at that moment. "I need some time to think, Daddy."

Enji watched helplessly as his daughter disappeared into the night, the weight of their family's secrets heavier than ever. He knew that their relationship had entered a new, uncertain phase, and he could only hope that time would heal the wounds that had been exposed.

Little did they know that this revelation was just the beginning of a series of events that would challenge their bond in ways they could never have imagined.

The night was cold and unforgiving as Izumi, overwhelmed by the revelation that she was adopted, walked the dimly lit streets of Musutafu. Her heart ached with a mixture of anger, confusion, and betrayal. She couldn't believe that her family had kept such a significant secret from her.

With each step she took, the city seemed to grow lonelier, the shadows stretching ominously. Thoughts swirled in her mind as she tried to make sense of her identity and her place in the world. Her emotions were a tempest, and she felt lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

As hours passed, Izumi found herself at a small park, where she collapsed onto a bench, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't return home, not yet, not until she had come to terms with her newfound truth.

Her phone buzzed, and she saw a text from her mother, Rei. It read: "Izumi, please come home. We can explain everything." But Izumi couldn't bring herself to respond. She needed space, time away from the family that had hidden the truth from her.

Determined to find solace, Izumi decided to spend the night at a nearby friend's place. As she walked through the quiet streets, she realized that she had no plan, no destination in mind. She was simply running away from the pain, from the lies that had shattered her world.

Days turned into weeks as Izumi continued to drift through the city, taking odd jobs to support herself and living on the periphery of society. She kept her distance from her family, not wanting to confront the reality of her adoption or the hurt she felt. She felt like a nomad, disconnected from the world she once knew.

Her U.A. classmates and teachers grew worried about her sudden disappearance. They reached out, trying to understand what had happened, but Izumi remained silent, not ready to face the questions and sympathy they offered.

Deep inside, she yearned for reconciliation with her family, especially with her father, Enji. Despite the pain of their revelation, a part of her still longed for the connection they had shared before the truth had come to light.

But the wounds were deep, and time would have to pass before Izumi could find the strength to confront her past, her identity, and her family's secrets. For now, she was the runaway, seeking answers and healing in the world beyond U.A. High School, unsure of when or if she would ever return.

*TIME SKIP*

Months had passed since Izumi had run away from her family and U.A. High School. She had grown distant from her friends and classmates, and her absence had left a void within the school that could not be ignored. Concern for her well-being had deepened, and even the teachers were puzzled by her abrupt disappearance.

One crisp autumn day, as the leaves fell from the trees at U.A.'s campus, Izumi returned. She had spent enough time away, wrestling with her emotions, and she knew that she couldn't avoid her family forever. She longed to confront her father, Enji, and her mother, Rei, about their lies and the emotional turmoil they had caused her.

As she entered the U.A. campus, Izumi was met with a mix of relief and concern from her classmates and teachers. They gathered around her, asking questions and expressing their relief that she was safe. But Izumi brushed them off, her gaze fixed on one person - Enji Todoroki.

She stormed into the school building, her anger burning as fiercely as the flames her father could summon. It didn't take her long to find him in the hallway, talking to a group of teachers. Without hesitation, she marched up to him.

"Daddy," she snapped, her voice trembling with emotion, "we need to talk."

Enji turned to face her, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. The teachers, recognizing the tension in the air, stepped back to give them space.

"Izumi," he began, "I'm glad you're back. We've been worried about you."

Izumi's anger boiled over, and she couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. "Worried? You think you can just lie to me, hide the fact that I'm adopted, and then act like nothing happened?"

Enji's face tightened, and he took a deep breath, his eyes locking with his daughter's. "Izumi, I understand that you're upset, but please let me explain."

Izumi wasn't interested in explanations at that moment. She felt betrayed and hurt, and she needed to let her father know. "Explain? How could you keep something like that from me, Daddy? I thought we had a real connection, but it was all built on lies."

Her voice echoed through the hallway, drawing the attention of passing students and teachers. The tension in the air was palpable, and her words hung heavy between them.

Enji's voice softened as he spoke, "Izumi, I should have told you the truth earlier, but I wanted to protect you from the pain of our family's past. I didn't want you to feel burdened by it."

Izumi shook her head, her tears now flowing freely. "Protect me? You protected me from the truth, but you didn't protect me from the pain of discovering it on my own."

The teachers and students watched in silence as the father and daughter confronted each other, their emotions raw and exposed. It was a painful and necessary moment, one that would test their relationship to its limits.

Izumi's outburst was a cry for honesty, for the chance to rebuild the trust that had been shattered by secrets. Whether or not she and Enji could find a way to heal the wounds between them remained to be seen.

The hallway at U.A. High School seemed to grow colder as Izumi's anger continued to burn. Her emotions swirled like a tempest, and she could no longer contain the overwhelming fury that had been building inside her ever since she had learned the truth about her adoption.

Without warning, she raised her hand and struck her father, Enji Todoroki, across the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed through the hallway, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. Enji's hand instinctively went to his reddened cheek as he gazed at his daughter, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and sorrow.

"I hate you," Izumi spat out, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "I hate you for lying to me, for betraying my trust, for making me question my own identity."

Her words cut through the air like a knife, and it felt as though the world around them had come to a standstill. The teachers and students who had been watching the confrontation were now witnesses to a painful and heart-wrenching family drama.

Enji's shoulders slumped, and he lowered his gaze to the floor. "Izumi," he began, his voice heavy with regret, "I understand why you feel that way. I should have been honest with you from the beginning."

Izumi's anger hadn't subsided, and she felt an overwhelming need to make her father understand the depth of her pain. "You don't get it, Enji. You don't get how much this hurts, how much it messes with my head. I thought I knew who I was, but now, I'm not even sure of that."

Tears streamed down her face as she continued to lash out at the man she had once idolized. Her father, the hero Endeavor, had become a symbol of deception and betrayal in her eyes.

Enji took a step closer to his daughter, his voice trembling with emotion. "Izumi, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you more than anything in this world, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Izumi's anger had taken hold of her, and she couldn't see past the pain and betrayal she felt. "Love? You don't know the first thing about love. You're too obsessed with being the number one hero to care about anyone else!"

Enji's face contorted with guilt and anguish as he tried to reach out to her, but she recoiled, refusing to let him near. The rift between them had grown wider with every word, and there was no easy way to bridge the gap.

The hallway remained hushed, filled with the weight of their words and the shattered bonds between father and daughter. Izumi's declaration of hatred hung in the air, a stark reminder of the pain that had been inflicted on both of them.

As the tension lingered, the question remained: Could they ever find a way to mend their fractured relationship, or had the secrets and lies torn them apart irreparably?

AN: Nothing really to say.

I work on what I can when inspiration takes me. My other stories will be updated when I can, my work can be busy at times.