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Akira wakes. breathing scattered and sweat gluing her hair to her forehead. Her hand finds its way to her chest as she struggles to find her pace, breathing slowly in and out. She scans her surroundings, the warm comfort of her bedding grounding her in her bedroom. The vines gathered on the ceiling, the low light of the string lights on the walls, the breeze from the window filling her lungs with fresh air, the smell of the flowers that hang tied from the ceiling.
Akira's biological father was an infamous villain. who had a quirk known as fire fairy. He had a birthmark in the shape of a pair of wings he could remove from his back. He could also control/summon fire. Akira was the heir to the villain organization known for their family's wings and their elemental ability, she was born with an ultra-rare manifestation of the fairy quirks, known as pure form fairy, that not only allowed her to use the same wing ability but also gave her the ability to harness all 4 elements not just one or two. Her father, finally achieving his life goal of forging the ultimate villain, spent Akira's entire childhood training her in combat and stratification.
there was just one flaw in his plan. Akira wanted more than anything to be a hero. Akira spent every day since she was 12 sneaking out and giving information on her father's organization to the nearest agency to her home.
The Shirakumo memorial hero agency. Run by the hero present mic and his husband eraser head.
It took 1 year to plan the raid. The whole time Akira endured the abuse of her father. It took 11 months for Akira’s father to find out about her plan. It took 1 hour for her father to beat her to a pulp and leave her to die in the basement as flies buzzed around her. Dried and coagulated blood matting her hair. It took 2 hours for the team assigned to the mission to start it earlier. It took 2 hours for the heroes to arrest the villains. It took 3 hours for Aizawa and Yamada to find Akira bleeding out in the cellar chained to the floor curled in a ball. It took 3 months for Akira to fully recover.
After the raid. Aizawa and Yamada decided to adopt Akira. Aizawa and Yamada had a biological child as well Hitoshi. Born from a quirk that allowed a surrogate to become pregnant with a child that will only have the genetics from the chosen parents.
Akira pulls her legs crossed In front of her wiping the now cold tears from her cheeks. She pulls the blanket from her as she gets up from her bed, the hardwood cold to her feet. she walks to the door opening it, making her way to the bathroom across the hall. she flinches as a voice from behind her speaks.
"Hey kiddo what are you doing up this late?" she glances towards the voice clearly not noticing the shaking of her hands and eyes now red and puffy. She's faced with the coffee fueled man standing in the hallway a dozen feet away from her.
her voice shakes as she speaks. God, she hates crying In front of people. "I'm just going to the bathroom." she faces him smirking as she continues. "What are you doing up so late?" her father rolls his eyes as he crosses her arms. Shota's gaze softens as he questions Akira.
"You alright kiddo? Did you have a nightmare again? her arms drop, and she sighs giving in to the need for comfort. The look of concern on his face is one she cannot lie to.
"I did..." she feels the knot forming in her stomach. Shota smiles softly putting down his mug on the small tables in the hallway, he walks towards Akira bringing her in for an embrace holding the back of her head with one hand as she stands there. Akira was only an inch shorter than Shota. He held her shoulders and met her distant gaze.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she nods before Shota gestures for her to follow him. They head down the hallway down the stairs towards the kitchen. He grabs a glass and fills it with water before setting it down on the bar at the edge of the island as Akira sits down on a stool. Shota puts his hands on the counter before looking at Akira.
“Okay what happened?” Akira thinks for a moment. Gathering the glimpses of memories in her brain and stringing them together to form the dream before speaking.
“I was back at my biological fathers house…” she took a sip of water before picking at a loose hangnail. Shota felt anger fill his brain at the mention of Akira's dad. "but I remembered being here and getting out. I thought escaping was a dream. He just kept yelling and he-” Akira tangles her hand in her hair, tears pooling in her eyes.
Shota circles the island and takes a seat next to her placing a hand on her back. “It's alright kiddo.” Akira sighed as she blinked the tears away, dropping her arms to her lap. “Have you been getting nightmares again?” Akira had nightmares every night for about a year after she was adopted. The raid was 2 years ago. She's 15 now and starting at ua in about a week.
“I think it's because of school. '' She holds her arms firmly. “I've been worried that the class is going to find out about-...” she sighs.” everything…” Shota grabs her hand, loosening her grip from her arms.
“Akira.” Akira looks over to him. Tears warm on her cheeks. “Even if they find out. If anyone says anything, I will take care of it.” Akira huffed out a laugh at the look of seriousness on his face.
Shota smiles at her. “Alright you go get some sleep kiddo.” Akira stands and starts walking back up the stairs.
“You too Shota.” Akira wipes her face as she walks up the stairs before entering her room, allowing sleep to overtake her.