Kurogiri's warp gate brought the angered, bleeding boy and himself back to their hidden bar.

The broken male curled into himself as he raged. "I was shot in both arms and legs." He hissed. "He got Nomu too. You were wrong master. The Symbol of Peace was in perfect health, those damn brats were strong too." He bit.

"No, I wasn't wrong." The hidden voice corrected the squirming boy. "We merely got ahead of ourselves, it was a good thing that those League of Villains came cheap." He hummed to himself.

Tomura shook as he listened to Kurogiri inform his master of yet another failure—the loss of Nomu. The one who was said to be as strong as the man he hated most.

He hated hearing them speak of his failures, he wanted to reach out and end them both.

"Damn it." He grunted as he held his wounded arm that was searing with pain once more. "There was a kid there... he seemed just as fast as All Might."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Without that little brat getting in the way we might have killed him." He spat, then suddenly remembered what had been eating at him. "There was this girl there too master. I knew her from somewhere."

"Oh, I'm sure that wasn't the case."

"No—I did master, I don't remember how I know her. I saw her and this memory was fighting to come to the surface but it couldn't."

He struggled to go on. He tried to Will forth the memory but it fought back just as hard as it did earlier.

"I will look more into the girl if that pleases you, but there is no use crying over any part of this failed endeavor. Find strong troops, take all the time you need! We can't move freely just yet, and that's why we need you Tomura Shigaraki. The world will know the terror you represent."

Tomura heard everything his master said, he lived by all of that.

But the memory of you, was eating at him.

So much that it was physically painful.

Who is she? He had growled at the thought.

The question was making him itch.

**
"You can't actually be serious." You snorted as your father crawled off the couch, the entirety face and arms bandaged past the point of recognition.

"Y/n when have I ever been one to joke?"

"Dad! You need to stay home and rest." You protested as you stood before the door your father tried to walk out of.

"I have a job and business to attend to. If you like this house you live in then I suggest you step aside and help me to my job so I can continue paying for it." He snapped and you groaned.

"Always with the manipulation old man." You stuck your tongue out at him, not liking that you lost this debate.

"Shut up and open the door."

*
"You're late."

You knew he was grinning at his own joke as the two of you arrived at the door to Class 1-A as soon as the bell rang.

"Want broken legs too?"

"Everyone! Homeroom is about to begin! Get to your seats!" The two of you could hear the class rep yelling from outside of the door. You face palmed, too early for this shit.

"Morning." Your father spoke as he kneed you in the back to push you into the door.

"You're back already Aizawa Sensei!? What an undeniable pro!" Your classmates beamed at your idiot father as you found your way to your seat.

You noticed Bakugou turn around and look at you, clearly inspecting the bruises peppered along your neck. You flicked him off and he turned back around with a scowl.

"Glad to see you doing well Sensei!"

The class went back and forth with your father, but the boy behind you could barely focus. His eyes bore into the back of your head as he thought about ways to apologize to you.

During the USJ you had been so worried about him, and he disregarded how you felt multiple times to go save All Might.

He knew you must have been so confused. He felt even worse when he saw the bruises you adorned, knowing he couldn't help you made him feel like a horrible friend.

If he could even call the two of you that.

"U.A's sports festival is approaching." Your father announced, regaining Midoriya's attention.

You rolled your eyes, knowing it was idiotic to have a festival so soon after an attack. You leaned over and dozed off as your class debated the reasonings the festival should happen, or not.

You already knew all the reasons why is was happening. Despite his defense of it, your father was against having it. He refused to say it, but you knew he was worried about putting you in any more danger.

He was also worried about the mental burden the attack had placed on you. After all,

the past few days had been really hard on you.

***
You dozed on and off throughout the day. You had waken that morning, hoping that your father would skip school so you could as well.

You were absolutely exhausted from the late nights you had taking care of him or crying yourself to sleep.

You still had yet to identify if your intense emotions came from fear the villains left, or the weakness you proved to have.

You never would have thought you would be so scared seeing a villain for the first time. You knew your dad used to fight as a pro, but seeing him in action caused you to reconsider things.

Did you really want to be a hero?

You found that you were asking yourself that question a lot since the attack.

Was making others proud and spiting the person who was unidentified in your memory really worth it?

When you began thinking like that, you remembered the way Izuku Midoriya jumped into action to save the one person all of Japan would have believed never needed saving.

After all, heroes needed someone to save them too sometimes.

You decided you wanted to be like that. You wanted to have that same look in your eye and smile on your face.

Which is why,

"Midoriya!" You called, running over to him as he was walking out with Iida and Uraraka.

"Hey Aizawa-San!" Uraraka greeted you, ignoring the fact that you had come to talk to Izuku. "You were so brave facing that villain. I know it was scary but you were awesome." She beamed, throwing her fist up in the air.

She had really taken a liking to you. She admired you and wanted to be as strong as you were. You made it feel possible since your quirks were so similar.

You smiled shyly, honestly not feeling like you deserved the praise. You felt weak and defeated.

Which is why you needed to talk to Midoriya.

"Thank you." Your face was a burning fury.

"You're so random Aizawa-San!" She blabbed with a bright smile on her face. "One moment you are very prideful in your accomplishments, and the next you seem so embarrassed from a compliment you can't even breathe."

"Don't call me out like that!" You whined.

Izuku was baffled. Usually when someone said something like that you'd start screaming or hitting them in the head. He knew something was off.

"You should always be proud of yourself but you should also be humble!" Iida yelled in as he waved his arms in a repetitive chopping motion.

"Anyways-" Midoriya spoke up. "What did you need to talk to me about Aizawa-San?" He was weirdly stiff.

You pulled him away from your classmates anyways, not bothering to ask what was up with him.

"I need you to train me for the sports festival." Your demeanor had flipped scarily fast, going from the flustered and pouty form, to the calm and calculating version of yourself.

"What? Me?!" He gasped.

You nodded firmly.

"What could I teach you that you don't already know?" He asked in disbelief.

In the seemingly short time he had known you, he had only seen you exhibit intelligence and strength.

You always seemed to know how to overcome every obstacle. Sure, you had a bit of a setback, but who wouldn't be distraught when their father was severely injured—

"I need you to teach me how to be brave. How to strengthen my heart and my resolve so I can jump into action and save someone dear to me." You whispered, ashamed that you were even asking this of him.

You deliberately left out 'like you do,' but that was besides the point.

"You don't think you have a strong heart Aizawa-San?" He asked gently as the two of you walked.

You shook your head. "No." Your demeanor flipped again. "If you tell anyone I will make you float to space!" You threatened and he laughed nervously, knowing you couldn't actually do that.

"I won't—promise!" He placed his hand over his own heart. "I'm honored you even thought of me, but I'll be honest. I'm not sure how to train you."

You shook your head. "Figure out and I'll give you combat training."

His eyes widened at the prospect of training with one of the most experienced students he knew. "Oh—deal."

You broke out into a huge grin. "Thanks so much Midoriya!" You jumped and held out your phone towards him. "Give me your number and I'll send you a time and place to meet me."

His face turned bright red but nodded quickly as he clumsily typed in his number. "There use it any time—I mean use it to send the time!" He stammered, smacking himself in the face.

You snorted. "Uh, I will." You laughed as you eyed him playfully.

As you two parted ways you thought back to that night you found him on the beach, defeated but working his way back up. He was always fighting to be stronger, strengthening his resolve, and you wanted to be like that too.

**
"That's um—that's a lot of flowers."

"They're not flowers dumbass! They're dandelions!" You stuck your tongue out at him. The school day had seriously dragged, but you were excited to get training with Izuku.

"Does it not bother you? Training in the middle of a field?" He questioned as the two of you walked to the center.

You shrugged. "There's a patch of grass back there, I just think it's pretty." You we're grinning. "But I do just lay in the middle of them and think sometimes." You shrugged again.

He smiled at that. "Like me at the beach?"

You blushed. "Don't compare us!" You waved your arm at him.

He laughed softly, almost confidentially, behind you. You couldn't help but scowl at the boy—wondering if this was another one of your horrible ideas.

He followed behind you and the two of you both threw your duffel bags onto the ground. You turned and stood ready for any sort of action, but he simply sat in the grass cross legged.

You turned your head and tilted it to the side as you blinked. "What are you doing?"

He patted the spot in front of him. "Sit."

You furrowed your eyebrows and grumbled—knowing you asked him to come here but also not liking being bossed around. You sat on the ground, mimicking his position and stared into his bright green eyes.

Your eye contact seemed to make him nervous, but he gulped and resulted to fiddling with his fingers instead of looking away. "Why do you want to be a hero?" He asked softly.

You stiffened. "Didn't you already ask me that?"

"You never answered, just yelled at me for being to personal." He was calm, oddly so.

You shook your head. "Well it's still to personal!" You spattered.

"Aizawa-San." He whispered. "I only am asking again because you want my help. I need to know more about you, what makes you tick, what drives you."

You pulled your legs tightly against your chest and placed your chin firmly in between your knees. "Well." You mumbled, your eyes darting away from him.

He didn't speak as he waited patiently for you to go on.

With a deep breath you sighed once more. "Well I'm adopted, if it wasn't obvious." You began without looking him in the eyes. "Something tragic happened to my birth family, something I have no memory of since I was just a little brat at the time. The only thing I can sort of remember is the idea of being a hero. The want and the desire of it. That's all I can remember, is the feeling."

Your eyes met his. "That's all I remember of my life before my dad. Is the desire to be a hero." You reiterated. "I have always wanted to do it to make someone proud and to spite someone else—but I don't remember who either of them are." You admitted.

The boy hummed, his eyes reflected a hidden sadness he struggled to not show. "Do you think maybe that has something to do with why the villain knows you?"

Your mouth fell agape before shutting it firmly and shaking your head. "There's no way. I wasn't even two."

He shrugged, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. He was conflicted with something and it was seriously bothering you that you couldn't tell what it was.

"Thank you for opening up to me Aizawa-San." His voice was quiet and the red tint to his cheeks made you flustered. "I know it isn't easy, and I appreciate you trusting me enough."

You scoffed and turned your head away from him. "Yeah well it's not like I had much of a choice."

"So has is always just been you and your dad?" He asked as he reached into his bag and pulled out his water bottle.

You nodded. "There's my Gramps too."

"Are you happy?"

The question threw you off. "Well. I would say I'm more confused than happy." You chuckled softly, thinking about the contents of the only life you had ever truly known.

"Why?"

Secrets.

"The only thing I know about my past life is there was a catastrophe that killed my family. I find it quite hard to believe that a pro hero could only pull up that bit of information in almost fourteen years." you whispered, worrying about how much you were revealing to the typically timid boy.

Midoriya was picking at the grass in front of him as he processed everything you said. "So you don't know if the villain was ever caught?" He asked sadly.

You shook your head. "Nope. No justice for my family. At least none that I know of."

He was frowning when you looked at him, it wasn't an expression that you liked. You didn't think it suited him either.

"Don't worry about me." You tried to reassure him. "All I can do is keep working hard to prove myself. Earn the right to the secrets kept from me."

He almost looked guilty.

"Want to start combat training?" You suggested and he nodded eagerly.

***
"I don't have any advice on controlling your quirk." You admitted with a pant as the two of you laid in the middle of your favorite field of dandelions.

You had been training for hours. The sky was dark but the stars were bright. They always were in this mountainous area—another reason you adored it so.

"I'm surprised, you use yours so eloquently."

"Such a big word." You cackled. "I only have a bit of enhancer in me. I can only add so much speed and strength to my body that isn't just natural stamina. That part of my quirk is incredibly random to be honest."

"It kind of is but I think it's cool." Your eyes darted over to him quickly and you saw he was smiling, though his eyes were pinned to the sky.

You bit your lip nervously as you also watched the stars dance around the open night. "Thanks." You mumbled.

It was strangely nice laying there with that boy you barely knew. You enjoyed knowing that you had a spot only the two of you shared. A spot to admire the stars that watched over you.

"It's always been my dream, to become a hero." He began to open up and you had wondered why it had taken him so long to share this with you. "No one ever believed in me until recently. My body has always been so weak and there was never much I could do. I finally found the motivation and I've been fighting my way here ever since."

"Is All Might that motivation?" You asked with a hum, noticing the strain in his voice.

You noticed he stiffened when you mentioned the hero, something you would pry for later in your friendship. "I've always admired him."

"You are such a fanboy, aren't you?"

"I'm definitely a fanboy."

The two of you spent at least another hour talking, laughing, and watching the stars.

You both enjoyed the bubbling feeling of friendship between the two of you—but at the same time you were both so sore that you couldn't get off the ground.