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A person manifests their quirk around the age of four. I did, but the nature of my quirk changed depending on my age. I was four years old when my mother found out that I had a quirk with strong healing capabilities. By that idea, she assumed it was a healing quirk, but I also had the capabilities of destroying objects with ease.

She thought it was a half healing-half destroying quirk. She trained me day in and day out. If I wasn't able to accomplish the tasks she set out for me, then I would only be pushed harder. There were times I went days without food. I would be pushed to the limit where I was puking and passing out on an almost daily basis. There was no escape.

When I was seven years old, she had a plan to make me stronger and ensure she was no longer fully responsible for me. As the number six hero, she was notorious for her skill and was the highest-ranking female hero in Japan. Okumura Kina, quirk: Shadow, hero name: Dark Whisper. As I got older, she had more dangerous tasks, and some of her jobs would take her from the house for days. She no longer had the capabilities of raising a seven-year-old. That's when she took advantage of the situation.

Because I never knew my father or even anything about him, my mother made every decision in my life. Her next idea was probably what fueled much of my anger on top of the three years of abuse from training. She came into contact with Enji Todoroki, commonly known as Endeavor, the number two hero.

Not a week later, I was forced to have dinner with the Todoroki family. As I walked into the large Japanese style house, I came face to face with Endeavor. He was completely intimidating to me. I looked beside him to see a boy with mismatched eyes and hair split perfectly down the middle, white over the right side and red covering his left. He had a scar over the left side of his face. How did he get that scar?

"(Y/N), don't be shy. Say hello." My mother looked at me with a smile, but her eyes were distant, uncaring. I stepped forward slightly and bowed my head.

"Hello," I said as I looked up nervously.

Neither one responded to me. Endeavor looked at my mother. "Follow me. It's only the four of us." I glanced toward the boy. He seemed as if he were frustrated that there were fewer people.

"What about the rest of your family, Todoroki?" My mother's smile dropped as we moved into the dining area.

"My other children are here, but they know that I wish not to be disturbed during this event. I only needed Shouto."

"That's a pity. I would have liked for (Y/N) to have met your other children."

Everyone took a seat at the table. I'd lost my appetite before I walked into the house. I had no idea why I was here. My mother had not made anything clear. I was startled when Endeavor started asking questions about me. "What is the girl's quirk again?" Did he already know about me?

"It's healing and hurt. She has the capabilities of healing herself and others. She also has the capabilities of destroying nonliving objects with ease."

Endeavor's eyes widened slightly at the information. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something. "That quirk would be very useful for a pro hero."

"What about your son?"

"Shouto? He has one of the most powerful quirks. Half-Hot Half-Cold. With the ability to control both fire and ice, there is no doubt he'd become the most powerful hero." Why were they discussing our quirks? I glanced at Todoroki. He had his face down, and he was messing with the food on his plate. Something was off, but I didn't have details, so I didn't know what they were planning. My mother and Endeavor stepped out of the room for a few minutes. I was completely lost.

"Todoroki," he looked up, "do you know what's going on?" He nodded but did nothing to inform me of the situation. They returned not a minute later.

"(Y/N), I packed a bag before we left the apartment. You have your daily essentials." She continued to ramble while I tried to make sense of the situation.

"What are you talking about? Mom?"

"You are moving in with the Todoroki family. You will live, eat, and train here. My job has me going out of town for weeks on end. I can no longer take care of you."

"There's something else you're not telling me."

It was Endeavor's turn to speak up, "You will live here, and once you come of age, you will marry my Shouto." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

That day, everything changed.

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From that day, my mother lived up to her word. She rarely saw me. I only trained with Endeavor and his youngest son. I thought my mother was bad, but Endeavor was worse. I felt constant pain and exhaustion. I didn't have anyone with me. It took over a year before Shouto started talking to me. I don't know if it was out of pity or if he also wanted someone by his side.

"You knew about the arrangement before that dinner?" He nodded.

"I know this is not an ideal situation for either of us, so I won't lie to you. I have no intention of making you mine. I resent my old man for putting me in the middle of his schemes. There's no way I could ever love you."

"If that's how you truly feel, why are you talking to me?"

"I can't avoid my future wife forever."

At eight years old, I didn't understand much, but there was something about his words to me that made me understand more about him. We didn't hate each other. We hated that we were nothing more than pawns in a game of our parents.


A year later, Shouto and I had become closer. We spent all of our time together with training. After his father had abused him to the point of bruising, I would tend to his wounds. I couldn't do everything to care for him. I was only nine. His father expected me to use my healing, but that would drain my energy too much. There's not much I could have done. His sister was better at helping our wounds.

During a training session, I was working on developing my quirk. I wanted to improve my capabilities. I asked Shouto to help. After some training, I looked over to Shouto to find him asleep. Why was he asleep? It's barely afternoon. I tried waking him up, but nothing happened.

I made my way into the house to find Fuyumi. "Help, Shouto's not waking up."

"Why is he asleep? What happened?"

"I don't know. We were training with our quirks, and I turned away for a minute to grab a water bottle. I turned around to find him passed out on the ground. I don't know what happened."

"He's not sick in any way. How long were you two training?"

"Maybe an hour."

Something seemed to click in her head. She didn't do anything to follow that up, though. She walked into the house to grab something. I stayed by Shouto's side until she returned. I grabbed his hand, and he jolted upwards, breathing heavily.

"Shouto? Are you okay?" He looked around confused. "Shouto, what happened?"

"I don't know, but I think it has something to do with your quirk."

"That's not possible. I was working on the destruction aspect of my quirk."

"I don't think you have a destructive side to your quirk. I think you just have great strength. Did your mom ever take you to the doctor to find out about your quirk?" I shook my head. I never thought about that point until he said it.

"Then what could I have done. My quirk manifested when I was four. I've had healing since then."
"We need to take you as soon as possible." At that moment, Fuyumi came back shocked to see Shouto awake.

"Shouto, are you okay?" He nodded slightly.

"Fuyumi, we have to take Kina to the doctor as soon as possible. And dad cannot know about this."

"I want to help you, but I don't think that we can get around him." We heard a slam from the front door and saw Endeavor walk in the house angrier than usual. We knew to go to the doctor without him finding out would be impossible. Something was off with my quirk. I truly didn't know anything about my quirk, but I needed to know soon.


Three years later, I was walking home after school when someone grabbed my arm. They overpowered me in strength, and I couldn't escape their grip. Their arms were held tightly around me. I couldn't think of any other means of escaping, so I bit down on his hand and screamed for him to let go of me.

He did exactly that.

I took that chance to run home. Once I stepped in, I saw Shouto sitting in his room, doing his homework. He looked up at the abrupt opening of his door. I ran into his arms to hug him.
"I know you wanted to find out my quirk without your father, but we don't have another choice."

"What happened?" I let go of him to see his eyes full of worry. I explained the event before I got home.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"It's not your fault. Besides, I'm okay now."

We discussed the problem with his father. He was pissed at first but agreed to take me. While at the doctor's office, I was sitting impatiently. My mother had lied to me for years. I hadn't seen her since before the event with Shouto. His father said that she was busier than most of the pro heroes as she was asked to take care of operations around the world. Her stealth was what made her deadly, and there were illegal, undercover agencies that needed to be stopped.

The doctor came back to tell me the news. "I can't believe you hadn't been brought in when you were younger."

"My mother made a guess when I developed my healing capabilities."

"(Y/N) Kina? Like Okumura Kina? I didn't know she had a child." He looked toward the elder Todoroki. "I take it she's been under your care? I would hope that was the case." What did he mean by that?

"Well, young Kina, you do have a quirk, but it is not half-heal half-destroy. Your quirk is Succubus. I can see how you were confused for so long. You have the capabilities of strength and speed stronger than most humans if you train hard enough. The healing is also one of your powers. There are other parts of your quirk than can be manifested, but I assume that they won't show until you are older."

"What do you mean by other parts of her quirk?" Endeavor interrogated.

"Well, Mr. Todoroki... she has the possibility of developing certain powers relating to seduction." The doctor looked at me. "You said you think you were the one capable of making your friend pass out? And when you were attacked, you said you bit him and it seemed he was in some sort of trance?" I nodded reluctantly. I knew I would be grilled later by Endeavor for not telling him anything, but I needed answers.

"It seems as though some of those abilities have already manifested." I didn't know what to do with this information. "One thing that I can't wrap my head around is how you got this ability." I looked at him questioningly. "Usually, a child has the possibility of having quirks passed from their parents. However, I cannot find any way that Okumura Kina's quirk is at all a part of your quirk, and because you don't know your father, there is not enough information I have to put these pieces together."

"I think we got what we came for," Endeavor said sternly. He grabbed my arm and left the office. He didn't say anything as we made our way home. I would occasionally glance at his face trying to figure out what he was thinking about. At first, he seemed angry, but by the time we got home, there was a satisfied smile lingering on his face.

I knocked on his office door. "Come in." I walked in to see his face down, scanning over the papers on his desk. His eyes looked over at me quickly before going back to the papers. "What can I do for you?"

"Can I ask you something?" There was no going back. "What happened to my mother?"

"I honestly don't know. The last time I talked to her was over a year ago. She had a mission to take down a villain. The Dark Assassin. He has connections all over the world. Kina's agency was able to track down his location in France. I have not heard anything from her since she left. She is presumed dead, but it has not been confirmed for either side."

I listened in shock. I knew things were off when I hadn't heard from her, but not even the number two hero knew of her whereabouts for over a year.
"What about my dad? Do you know anything about him?"

"I do, but it is not my place to tell you. You'll know everything one day. I promise you that."
"What were you thinking about the other day?" He looked at me with one arched brow. "When we were on our way home, you seemed angry, but after some contemplation, you were satisfied with something."

"Young girl, it is not your business to pry into other people's thoughts." He paused before his next words, "I was simply thinking about your arrangement with my son."

"Why do you care so much?"

"I thought my son would be the strongest hero, but now that I know about your quirk, I can say that your child will be even stronger than both of you. I'm merely thinking about the future."

"I won't speak for your son, but I didn't want this arrangement. I don't want to be a part of your games. I'm my person. I have the right to make my own decisions."

"You will do as I say because right now, I am your legal guardian. I am responsible for your health and well-being. I did some research of my own on your quirk. If you train hard enough, you may have the capabilities of flying. If you thought your training up to this point was hard, then you will be in a world of a shock for what I have planned for you."

I knew at that moment, there was no way to escape. I cared about Shouto. He was the only thing at this point keeping me sane, but I didn't know if I could deal with three more years of bone-crushing, head pounding exhaustion. I had to make it into UA and become a hero. That's what my mother wanted for me when I was younger, and Endeavor only reminded me that if I wasn't strong enough, I would never become a hero. I had to suck it up and endure all the pain. I would become a hero, and I would prove Endeavor and Dark Whisper wrong.

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It had been three years since I found out my true quirk. Enji's training was brutal. It's not that he didn't warn me or that I wasn't expecting it. I simply was not as prepared for him to push me as far as he did. I gained many bruises and scars all over my body. Although I had many before from my mother, I never had any that hurt the way Enji's fire burned. His scheme with this quirk marriage and training our quirks was flawless.

He made sure that Shouto and I were prepared for the entrance exams. Being children of such profound heroes, both of us made it in on special recommendations. The exam was nothing for either of us. We both wanted to get in and get out as fast as possible. After the written exam, we raced over obscure terrain. I was trying to conserve my energy for a part of my quirk that I had not trained as much or as well.

I took the chance to activate my wings before flying about halfway through the course before I started feeling nauseous. I had an idea that would happen, so I tried to land as comfortably as possible before taking off into a sprint. I knew I was ahead of everyone, although that didn't last long. Shouto quickly caught up with me using his ice. I kept sprinting after him when I felt a strong air mess up my hair and take the place ahead of me. I couldn't think about anything but trying to finish as fast as possible.

I crossed the line and saw that I was third. I heard Present Mic announce student 43 as the winner. Shouto lost to the wind user, but it didn't matter too much. I knew that Shouto and I had guaranteed our places at UA. That's all we came here to do.

I caught up with Shouto after the exam. We didn't interact, but we looked at each other before making our way out of the building. As we were leaving the campus, the guy with the wind quirk tried to make friends with Shouto.

Shouto didn't even bother looking back. He stopped walking before he spoke, "I was just trying to pass the test. I wasn't competing with you or anything... You're in the way." His eyes were cold and full of hatred. I knew he was thinking about his father, but no one else in the world would even come close to knowing why.

Everything in your lives had been shared. I'd found out why he had the scar on his face. He knew of the burns on my arms and shoulders. At first, he thought he'd accidentally used his fire on me. It only made him angrier to find out that it was his father that had pushed me too far with quirk training.

We knew everything about each other. Although both of us had been forced into this arrangement, I knew many feelings had changed, especially between the two of us. It was one day, about a year ago, after an intense day of instruction, I took a shower to help relieve the tension in my muscles. At some point during the shower, I felt warm tears stream down my face. All the frustration and anger I'd harbored released in the only quiet way I knew.

I was lost. I didn't know what happened to my mother. No one did. I never met my father. I didn't know if he had a good relationship with my mother. I didn't know if he even knew of my existence. Did he care about me? Did he want to see me? Why did mother never let me see him? I was brought to this house for marriage against my will. I didn't have any family to rely on. I was lost and alone.

I'd gotten out of the shower and made my way to my room. I found a pair of shorts and a pajama shirt. I walked down the hall and knocked lightly on the door that I was used to passing every day. I pushed it open slightly to see him sitting at his desk, eyes focused on whatever book he was reading.

He looked up slightly to see my figure. He closed his book before pulling me into his room and hugging me tightly. He didn't have to say anything. I started crying into his shoulder.

"What happened? Did he do something to you again?" I shook my head.

"I was just... overwhelmed with some feelings. I-I uh... I started reflecting on some of the events up to this point. I feel so lonely. You and Fuyumi and Natsuo are family to me. Don't get me wrong... sometimes I just want things to be different. I appreciate you with all of my beings. I'm just lost with my feelings. That's all and you're the only one I can vent to."

"Don't worry. I'll always be here for you. It's not like I can get away from you even if I wanted to." He hugged me again. I laughed lightly.

We stayed like this until he spoke again. "I think it's time that we start talking about something that we've put off for too long."

I looked at him curiously.

"You and I have never talked about our arrangement past the 'we are going to be married when we're older' and 'it was set in motion by our parents'."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"(Y/N), this was not the ideal way I would have liked to have met you and spend my time with you. However, there's nothing we can do to change the past or change the decisions of our parents. I understand that this is hard on both of us, but we cannot get out of it. If I am being completely honest with myself and you, I don't want to leave your side."

I spoke softly, "I don't either."

"You and I have already lived half our lives together, and we are only going to spend the rest of it with each other. When I met you, that concept and the methods did nothing but anger me. I knew I was being played like a chess piece. I knew why he wanted us to be together, and I knew there was no chance of convincing him to change his mind. I have lived with you for seven years, and I know my feelings are not the same as they were then. I want to give this a genuine chance. I want to be the one that makes you happy every day. I want to go to sleep knowing that the woman I'm marrying is happy with me as a partner and equal. I want to be able to take you on dates and call you my girlfriend before you become my wife, but if you don't say anything after this, then I know my love and rare affection will have all been for naught."

I looked up at him with wide eyes as he held my hands. At that moment, I wanted to cry, but I started laughing instead.

"I didn't know you could be so sappy and emotional, Shouto."

"I just poured out my heart and soul, and your first reaction is to laugh at me?" His comment only made me laugh harder.

"I never pegged you for the humorous type." I started losing my breath from laughing so hard.

"(Y/N), this isn't the time for you to be laughing at me. I need to know how you feel. I know that I can trust you with everything. I know that you're the only person who makes me happy the way you do. I said I could never love you, but I am more than simply infatuated. Please, talk to me and stop laughing."

"Oh, Shouto. I know that I have liked you for quite some time. I know that I trust you with every ounce of my being. Our experiences have shaped both of us. I'll be honest and tell you I was scared that I wouldn't be good enough for you."

"Well, there was nothing for you to worry about. I like you for you, and I need to clear up something. You are incredibly kind, compassionate, intelligent, caring, honest, and loyal. I'm okay being vulnerable around you. So will you give me the chance to make up for the last seven years of me being an idiot and be my girlfriend?"

"When you put it like that, there's no way I could turn you down, boyfriend."

At some point, we kept laughing and confessing what we liked about each other. I was so lost tired from the training that at some point, I fell asleep in Shouto's room. Not long after, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me before I was out completely.

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It was the early morning of the first day at UA. Shouto and I were both accepted into the hero course through recommended entrance exams. We found out from his father that the faculty had a difficult time choosing just four students from the entrance exams, so they added one extra student to one of the classes. Shouto and I were both in Class 1-A.

The night before, we discussed our relationship and what we wanted while attending UA.

"I think that we should keep our relationship a secret," I blurted when I walked into his room. He looked up at me with one raised brow.

"Okay... is there a reason why?"

"I don't want to keep the secret from people forever. I would rather be able to prove ourselves as heroes without having the name attached to it. I don't want to become a hero because I have your father in my corner. I want them to see I am capable of being a hero on my own."

"I can agree with that. Can we still walk and talk with each other?"

"I said we keep our relationship a secret. I never said that we had to actively avoid each other. You just can't hold my hand or say sweet nothings to me, at least not while we're at school. We should be focusing on becoming heroes anyways."

"Okay. I can do that for you, love. What about when other guys try to make moves on you? Can I use my ice on them?"

"I didn't think that far about it. I wouldn't worry about it. Besides, it's you that all the girls will be fawning over. I don't think any guy would even look my way."

"First, there's no way. I've got this terrible scar covering half my face. Second, you're wrong about that. You are the most beautiful girl in the world."

"I've got as many scars as you and they are far uglier. And don't push yourself down. I love your scar. It's a reminder of mine and how much we've gone through." I cupped his face before kissing over his scar then over his lips.

"Maybe you should listen to your own advice."

"What do you mean?"

"I will make sure that you love every one of your scars the same way I do. As for your request, I will try to follow it as much as possible. I cannot guarantee that I will stand by and do nothing, though." I hugged him before looking at the clock.

"It's getting late. We have school tomorrow. We should get some sleep. Goodnight, Shouto." I walked out of his room and made my way down the hall to my own.

I heard my alarm go off and snoozed it immediately. After a couple of minutes tossing around in my bed, I got up and made my way to the bathroom for a shower. I was so excited and nervous to start school at UA. I changed in my uniform and made my way out the door with Shouto.

We walked in a comfortable silence until we made it to the campus. We were among the first students to arrive and we made it to our seats. I was student number 14, and Shouto was student number 20.

As the students filed in, the room filled with light chatter. I recognized one of the students from the entrance exams. She had raven hair in a ponytail, and she sat behind me and to the right of Shouto. I looked to my left to see a short guy with purple hair if you can call it that. He was drooling while looking around the classroom. Something told me there were ill intentions in his head. I looked around the room. I would have to become friends with these people, or I was going to suffer for the next three years.

I heard yelling and it brought me out of my thoughts. I looked towards a student with glasses yelling at another classmate with ash-blond hair. The last two students walked in at that moment. A boy with hair that reminded me of broccoli and a girl with pink cheeks and short brown hair.

There was lots of commotion surrounding the four of them. I glanced behind the girl to see what I thought was a giant yellow caterpillar on the ground.

"Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends." There was a pause as the three students at the door listened and watched. "This is the hero course." The scraggly-haired man climbed out of the bag. "Okay, it took eight seconds before you were quiet. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough." He then turned to the rest of the class.

"I am your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you." He then pulled a gym uniform out of the cocoon and asked for the rest of us to meet outside on the field.

All the girls filed into the locker room. I knew that I would have to change as quickly as possible otherwise I would be asked about the scars. I know I've tried to help Shouto feel less insecure about his, but I can't seem to love my own.

"KINA? What are those?" I guess I wasn't fast enough. I looked down before turning around. I saw the rest of the girls look at me with concern. Training with Endeavor was brutal, but I could not let them know about my connections with the Todoroki family.

"Oh, there are just scars from when I'm cooking dinner. I'm usually the first one home, so I try to make meals. Sometimes I get careless and end up burning myself." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

"Leave her alone, guys." A girl with headphone jack ears spoke up. "Besides, we should get out to the field before our teacher gets worried or angry." This seemed to distract the rest of the girls, and we left the locker room without another word. Some of the girls seemed cheery and bubbly. Ashido didn't stop talking the entire way down, mainly about how excited she was to be attending UA. It was quite endearing.

Our teacher wanted to put us against each other in a quirk assessment test. He called up a student, whose name I now know is Bakugo, to throw a ball using his quirk. The only rule was that he stay in the circle.

He threw the ball and shouted, "DIE," as he released the ball with explosive power.

"Know your maximum first. That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero," Aizawa explained before showing Bakugo's distance. 705.2 meters.

Some of the other students started a ruckus.

"What's this? It looks like fun."

"We can use our quirks as much as we want. As expected from the hero course."

I don't want to be that person, but they don't understand why we're here. I'm not trying to be cold like Shouto is, but they can't seriously expect everything is going to be all fun and games.

"It looks fun, huh? You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?" He smirked. "All right. Whoever comes in last in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."

I could tell he was lying, and by the reactions of the rest of the class, only Shouto and the other recommended student seemed to know. Or they didn't care. With Shouto, it could honestly be either.

With the tests, I didn't want to reveal all of my capabilities. I didn't have much control over my wings, and some of my other abilities could not be displayed in these tests. I didn't want to drain too much of my power.

The 50-meter dash clocked me in at 4.39 seconds. Speed was one of my first abilities. Plus, mom forced me to run laps around the neighborhood when I was five.

Grip strength: 175 kgs. Strength was the second ability. It was the main reason for the confusion of my quirk. I can't believe I never questioned not going to the doctor. I couldn't think about that now, though.

The next test was the ball throw. I watched as Ururaka threw the ball and got a score of infinity. I decided to throw the ball with as much strength as I could. I thought that would allow more momentum. I looked at the number. 1,286.58 meters. I was pleasantly surprised. Izuku Midoriya followed me, and his quirk was stopped by Aizawa. That's when it clicked in my head who he was. Eraserhead.

Midoriya was given another chance. This time he concentrated all of his power into one finger and launched the ball. His distance just barely surpassed Bakugo's. Something about his quirk was too familiar. I looked over to Shouto, and our gazes met. We knew we had to talk about this later.

Bakugo nearly exploded on Midoriya. If Aizawa was not there, I do not doubt he would have seriously hurt Midoriya.

And we continued with the other tests: repeated sided steps, sit-ups, long-distance running, standing long jump, and seated toe touches. Everyday training routine. These were nothing new.

Aizawa showed us the results. I was in third, Shouto in second, and Momo Yaoyorozu was in first. I found out that she was the other recommended student. Izuku Midoriya came in last and looked defeated.

"And I lied, no one is being expelled. It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirks." The rest of the class screamed in shock.

"Of course it was a lie," I said.

"Yeah, it should have been obvious if you just thought it through," Momo supported.

We looked at each other and smiled. I walked over to her and quietly spoke, "I think you and I will get along very well, Yaoyorozu."

"Just call me Yaomomo."

"This must have been easy for the students that got in on recommendation. They are the top three students," said a boy with a black streak in his hair. I didn't think he was a bad person, just poorly mannered. I made my way over to him.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't make assumptions like that. I acknowledge I was lucky, but don't think that I or the other students didn't work just as hard if not harder to get to the point we're at now." I had to speak with as calm a tone as possible. I didn't want to blow up in his face. I was only angered because he didn't know my background. No one wants people making assumptions about them when the other person knows nothing about them

"I'm very sorry."