Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction I hope you guys enjoy it. I'll try to keep it updated as fast as I can. I'm really excited to share this story with you all.

Make sure you read the warnings. I will put a warning before those parts. So buckle up and get ready.
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Warning: abuse

My back slams into the cold wooden floor, instantly knocking the breath from my lungs.

"It's all your fault."

A huge figure looms over me, looking down into my terrified eyes. Not a hint of love present in his piercing eyes.

"Dad, please...I'm sorry...I di-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He activates his quirk. Sparks begin fuming from his palms as he leans down to my frail figure. The smell of beer intoxicates my nostrils as he lifts me roughly by the collar to his eye level.

"You..." He sputters, "...you watched her burn."

My palms begin trembling, and my body is practically begging me to pull off my gloves and kill him right here. To finally end years of pain, but I already know how that will end.

"I...I-" A familiar sting spreads across my cheek as he slams his palm against my already bruised face.

"I said shut...the fuck....up."His face contorts in disgust as he looks up and down my frail body.

Smoke spills from the collar of my shirt as he slowly burns it with his tight grip.

"Pitiful." He spits before dropping me back onto my feet, huffing as he stumbles around the corner unbothered. I instantly slump onto the floor sobbing.

I just want everything to stop.

Tears roll from my puffy E/C eyes down my swollen cheeks to pool on the hardwood floor beneath me.

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After what felt like hours, I slowly pulled myself from the icy ground. My whole ten-year-old body ached from the constant beatings, but I deserved every second of it because of what I did.

The blood-curdling screams of my sister and the looks of hatred plastered on both of my parent's faces will be forever etched into my brain. I pull on the hem of my black gloves as I relive that haunting day.

I make my way into the living room, staying light on my toes and praying that the devil is finally asleep.

I peek around the corner into the dimly lit room, holding my breath in fear of any noise waking him.

There he is sitting in that same fucking chair, sleeping like he has no fucking care in the world. It must be nice being the chief of police.

Letting out a breath of relief, I swiftly make my way upstairs and into my room. The room is plain, nothing special about it. Just a bed. No toys, no TV , and no books. I fucking hate it. My room before the incident had so much color and life.

This is a prison.

Not giving it a second glance, I flick off the light and set up my bed to look like I am sleeping.

The only way I can escape the house is through my window. If I attempt to leave through any door in the house, an alarm will sound, ultimately waking satan from his slumber.

The cold winter air stings my face as I lift open my window and maneuver my way onto the roof beside it. A cold breeze drifts across my shivering body as I silently shut the small window. I try rubbing my bare arms with my gloved hands to feel even a little warmth. You would think after years of dealing with this quirk, I would accept that no matter how hard I try, it won't work.

I hate this stupid quirk.

I peer down at the icy grass a story below; inhaling sharply before dropping off of the roof and slamming into the ground below. I wince as pain shoots through both of my weak ankles.

This hurts, but it isn't the worst pain I've ever felt.

I groan, dusting myself off before pushing forward.

I just need to see him. He's the only person who makes me feel like life is worth living.

I make my way to a familiar brick house a few blocks away. The streets are still and quiet, lit up by the glistening full moon.

Upon reaching the welcome mat, I knock lightly, hoping he will answer. I hug myself tightly as a cool breeze drifts across my skin once again. A few seconds later, I hear the clicking of the doorknob, and my tired puffy E/C eyes meet tired lavender eyes.

" Y/N..?" He wipes his eyes, obviously tired. I smile softly, trying to hold back the tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Hey Toshi," I mutter, playing with my gloves slowly.

His facial expression instantly shifts from tired to concerned upon noticing the burn on my white shirt and newly formed bruises on my shivering body.

"Shit...did he hurt you again...I swear to god I'm going to-" I instantly burst into silent tears, creating a heavy silence between us.

After a few seconds filled with only my soft sobs, he wraps his arms around me. I tense for a second; my eyes locking with my gloved hands before I melt completely into him.

"I'm sorry Hitoshi, I...I just had to leave, I don't want to be a bother I...I ju-" I mutter into his chest before he pulls me closer. I feel my body calm as the soft thudding of his heart fills my ears.

"Shh..it's okay, you aren't a bother Y/N, you are always welcomed here." He whispers into my hair reassuringly.

I feel safe in his arms like nothing could ever harm me. At this moment nothing else matters. Not the freezing cold we were enveloped in, not even the broken state im currently in. Only this embrace matters. I would imagine that this is what full-body warmth feels like.

Hitoshi walks me through the door slowly. The sound of the door clicking shut echoing through the silent home.

"Mom and dad are asleep, but I'm sure they are fine with you staying over." He smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're family."

"Thank you, Hitoshi." I sniff, lowering my head while I nervously play with my gloves.

Upon arrival to his room. I plop down onto his bed as he goes searching through his closet. I feel a slight smile tug at my lips as I watch his unruly hair bounce around chaotically as he searches.

I met Hitoshi at an arcade three years ago. He was that kid that everyone avoided due to his quirk. Every time I went, I noticed him playing Pac-Man.

Alone.

I'll never forget how his eyes lit up the day that I started a conversation with him and didn't hesitate to answer all of his questions.

Ever since that day, we hung out together. We played pranks on each other, laughed together, and were rivals in the arcade. We only had each other because everyone was afraid of our quirks and labeled us as villains at a young age. The world is so fucked up and we are forced to deal with the stupidity and grow up faster than the other kids.

Hitoshi peers over his shoulder. rubbing the back of his neck with a soft smile as he notices the hault of my tears.

"I found you a hoodie since you decided to show up in shorts and a tank top in the middle of the winter." He chuckles softly, nodding towards my attire.

I weakly smile as he tosses me the black hoodie.

it doesn't matter...

"Thank you, Toshi," I mutter pulling the hoodie closer; the smell of fresh flowers filling my nostrils almost instantly.

"I don't like seeing you hurt like this, I wish there was something I could do." He sighs, leaning up against the wall.

"It's okay," I mumble; tossing the black hoodie over my head. It is baggy on me, but very comfortable. It also has a small cat printed on it. At home I only receive plain white shirts, so wearing this stylized hoodie amazes me.

Noticing my awe-filled face, Hitoshi smiles. "Keep it."

"Really?" I brighten up.

"Really." He responds, closing the closet and tidying up his room a bit."Let's just say it's a gift since you probably won't be able to come back over for a while." He sighs with a solemn look washing over his face.

If the devil finds out I have this hoodie he won't hesitate to burn it, I have to hide it.

I hug myself to try and feel some warmth once again before sitting up straight and shooting a smile to Hitoshi.

"On the bright side, when we both get into U.A. we can always hang out with each other."

Hitoshi attends a public school, while I am homeschooled by a private teacher, so the only time I see Hitoshi is when I leave the house.

Hitoshi plops down on the bed beside me grinning."Then we won't only see each other when I'm kicking your ass in everything at the arcade." He teases while nudging me with his elbow playfully.

I softly giggle; curling up into his soft bed. "I can't wait for us to become pro heros." I stare up at the ceiling as the last bits of sadness exit my body. "You could quite literally tell my dad to fuck himself and get away with it" I muse; running my hand through his soft hair. He rolls over so that we were now facing each other, faces inches apart.

"What should our hero names be?" Hitoshi asked softly; his lavender eyes lighting up with wonder.

"Hmm...I'm thinking Insomnia and fire-woman." I state confidently; pumping my fists into the air.

"That's so stupid...Y/N..." Hitoshi deadpans. I ruffle his hair in response.

"Shut up bedhead...That's it, bedhead should be your hero name...." I tease; yelping as Hitoshi begins to tickle my sides.

We both playfully fight and giggle together for a few minutes before we end up settling down into a peaceful silence. Even though I am curled up in Hitoshi's arms, my body is still cold. I only feel warmth in my hands as I drift off to sleep.

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"Y/N are you okay?"

"Here let me help you up."

"Y/N?!"

"MOM, DAD!!!"

"Y/N YOU'RE BURNING ME, PLEASE STOP!!!"

I jolt awake trembling. This startles Hitoshi, causing him to follow suit.

"Y/N what's happening are you okay?" He asks frantically looking around with half-lidded eyes.

I just stare at my gloved hands. My bare hands are covered as usual, but I can still feel the warmth of the flames that they created.

"I can't sleep," I admit. "I just want to sleep without seeing her face." I choke out, causing Hitoshi to pull me into his arms.

"May I," Hitoshi asks softly as he strokes my H/C hair. I look up into his violet eyes and smile softly.

"Yeah, thank yo-" I fall into a daze, but I know why.

"Go to sleep." That was the last thing I heard before I got the best sleep I have had in years.

A/N
Alrighty that was the first chapter it's pretty short but it was pretty fun to write and I hope I get better at writing as more chapters come out, I hope you enjoyed it.

Edited May 26th, 2023