~Kanami's POV~

"Hey! Where are you off to at this hour? We're supposed to have movie night." Milan, my mothers best friend and the woman who raised me, stopped me at the door. Her hazel eyes were filled with curiosity as she took note of the bag in my hand.

"School project, I was going to go to the 24 hour library." I lied.

"Jeez, I thought online school would be easier but they sure make you guys do a lot of projects." She sighed and ran a hand through her pixie cut black hair, "alright, be safe. Do lots of learning and stuff. And keep that candy cane head of yours covered. I don't need your monster of a father breaking my door down because someone spotted you and had questions."

"Got it." I tucked my hair into a beanie and skipped out the door. Milan always told me my father was an evil man who didn't want me and had told my mother to abort me. The story changed occasionally, it always contained the same elements: Father = Evil, Me= unwanted/burden, Father finding me= end of world/ destruction of Milan's house.

I headed to a park a few blocks away from Milan's house and ducked into an out of order bathroom stall. I hung my bag on the hook on the back of the door and unzipped it. Inside was a sleek black bodysuit made out of a completely fire and freeze proof material that was stretchy enough I could move freely and thick enough it wouldn't easily tear. I changed out of my clothes and slipped into the form fitting suit. My mother sent Milan a large sum of money every month for expenses. Anything Milan didn't spend on me for the month she put into an account and gave me a debit card to use it.

I had enough to buy a costume to start my vigilante career with plenty leftover in case I needed to buy a second one. If Milan ever checked any of the progress reports she'd received from my online school, she'd have known I'd already graduated middle school and high school. But school projects were a great excuse to get out of the house when I wanted to patrol the streets.

Despite Milan's warnings, I'd always wanted to know more about my father. He was the number two hero, he saved people for a living. It was difficult for me to wrap my head around a hero being evil. His people skills were a little lacking but he was really strong. I picked up a lot of my own skills from watching him.

I'd asked my mom about him, once, when I was eight. She told me he didn't want anything to do with me. All he cared about was his masterpiece and I wasn't it. I didn't ask again. It hurt too much. Some days it felt like neither of my parents wanted me. Milan made it very obvious she didn't want to be a parent, she liked the role of 'cool aunt' better. I had siblings I'd never met. Siblings that were all wanted and allowed to be a part of the family. I didn't understand why I'd been rejected. No one had even given me a chance.

I tucked my hair into my helmet before securing it in place. From the time I could walk, I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to help people, however I could, but Milan hated heroes so I knew asking her if I could attend a hero school was going to be a no go. I was hoping I could get popular enough as a vigilante to prove to my mom and Milan that I could be a hero and hopefully go pro. If I saved enough people and didn't cause any problems perhaps they'd overlook the crime of being a vigilante.

Once I'd finished changing, I stashed the clothes I'd been wearing in my bag and exited the out of order bathroom stall quietly. Nervously, I fidgeted with the thick cuffs of my gloves. I was always nervous when I first started a patrol. I was terrified of running into my father and even more terrified he'd find out it was me and I'd have to hear him tell me I was an unwanted burden that should have stayed lost. I shook my head and slapped the top of my helmet to jar myself out of my darkening thoughts.

A sharp shrill scream rang out in the distance. My heart leapt in my chest and I turned to see smoke drifting up into the star speckled sky. Fire, I could handle fire. I cast out my left hand and a thin smooth half tunnel of ice appeared before me. I leapt onto it and used my right hand to evaporate the ice behind me as I rocketed across the ice ahead of me, creating a super quick ice track that disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. It didn't leave any mess and got me to places quickly.

I arrived at a small apartment building with no more than twelve units engulfed in flames. Hurriedly, I glanced around to assess the state of the civilians and see if I could figure out what caused the fire. A giant of a man who appeared to be half alligator snarled and hurled a small propane tank at me. I cast out my hands and a thin wall of ice shot up just as the propane tank got within reach catching and freezing it in midair. Three civilians were injured, one looked in need of immediate assistance.

"Call 119." I spoke softly into my helmet and it connected with my phone to dial as I raced toward the alligator man. I couldn't help anyone until he was incapacitated.

"Fire and ambulance services, what's the emergency?" A calm voice answered.

The alligator man swung a clawed hand at me. I ducked easily. "I need two ambulances and a fire truck at this location." I rolled out of the way of another swipe. "Three injured civilians, building completely ablaze. Villain with an alligator quirk seems to be the-." I cut off with a gasp as one of his claws grazed my neck. "-aggressor. Police assistance would be nice if you could call them."

"Are you alright?" The woman asked as she typed up a report and dispatched the emergency services I requested.

"Fine. Apprehending the aggressor now." I replied calmly as I caught the alligator man in ice and leapt off the ground delivering a swift spinning kick to a pressure point on his neck.

I watched the light leave his eyes before releasing him from the ice so he wouldn't get frostbite and hurried to one of the coherent civilians. "Did everyone evacuate the building?"

"Flash!" The woman gasped as she spotted me.

"Flash?!" The operator on the phone mirrored with a gasp of her own.

"Yes." I responded to both, "did everyone evacuate?"

"Ambulance and fire services en route. ETA two minutes to your location. Police ETA three minutes. Endeavor Hero Agency ETA one minute, get out of there Flash." The operator said the last part softly.

"Thank you." I disconnected the call.

The woman before me scanned the area frantically, "I don't see the young man from apartment 8." She pointed to the second floor corner.

The building didn't look stable any longer, the fire eating it away too fast, "try to keep everyone as far back from the building as you can." I called to her as I sprinted toward the building. Sirens blared in the distance. I had to hurry. I used my ice to make a platform I could leap to the second floor from since the stairs were ablaze and looked to be falling apart. The whole building could collapse at any moment.

I leapt onto the second floor landing and kicked the door with the 8 on it near the doorknob. The door flew open and I was engulfed in wild flames. One bright side to my quirk, no matter how hot something was, it couldn't burn me, same with freezing things. My body could handle any temperature, no problem.

I ran through the fire into the burning apartment. I glanced around frantically before spotting a strange purple glow near the closet. I bolted toward the glow and spotted a young man who appeared to be high school age. He was engulfed in a purple sphere that seemed to be keeping him physically protected but I could see burns beginning to appear on his arms. It couldn't block the temperature.

"Can this move with you?!" I yelled over the roaring inferno as I utilized my ice quirk to try and cool the area around him so he'd stop getting burned while I tried to get the fire under my control to move it away from us.

He looked up at me in terror before his eyes grew wide in awe. "It can move!" He yelled.

"I'll clear a path!" I managed to get most of the fire under my control and opened up a path while continuing to cool the area immediately around him down. "Step carefully, the building's unstable!"

The young man inched toward the door as I tried to disperse the flames around us. It felt like every patch of fire I managed to fight off, another two would sprout up taking it's place. It was accelerating too fast.

The floor beneath my feet groaned. I cast out my hands and a thick slide of ice appeared across the floor and out to the platform I'd created earlier.

"GO!" I yelled as the floor creaked.

The boy jumped onto the ice and his sphere slid quickly across and onto the platform to safety. I sprinted after him. The building collapsed as I leapt from the second floor landing and a yelp escaped me as the force of the blast launched me further than I had intended. Time seemed to freeze as I floated in the air for a few breaths, being carried by the blast. I spotted two ambulances. Their ETA had been AFTER Endeavor's. I glanced down and spotted Endeavor, his gaze locked on me as I soared through the air.

"That's probably not good." I groaned.

"FLASH!" Endeavor roared. "Your game of playing hero, ends today!"

"FLASH! RUN!" The civilians who were conscious screamed.

Time slammed back into focus as I started to fall toward the ground rather than soaring through the air from the blast. I concentrated on my feet, utilizing a move I'd seen Endeavor use to slow his falls from great heights. Two massive plumes of fire blasted from my feet and my descent began to slow to a more controlled pace.

Endeavor lunged toward me. Once I got to a height that wouldn't be too painful I released my hold on my quirk and fell to the ground in a rolling motion. The moment my shoulder hit the ground and I rolled forward to absorb the impact, I was suddenly swarmed by civilians. They moved as one in a large huddle around me.

"Thank you." I bowed my head to them all as I crawled across the ground out of the huddle and managed to make my escape in the chaos. As I sprinted down a nearby alley I heard Endeavor let out a roar of rage as he realized I'd escaped in the chaos.