Yes, This would be the 'first' 1st Person Point of View oneshot on this book. In all honesty, I really don't prefer to write in 1st Person but this oneshot wouldn't work well at all in 3rd Person. Because in 1st person you're limited to the thoughts of one person, I prefer 3rd because I have nothing holding me back AND I don't have to jump between povs.

Even though I'm technically almost an adult as of now, I can honestly admit that I never want to grow up. Of all people to inherit a creation quirk, it had to be me. Sounds cool yeah, but here's the catch: I can only create toys. My childhood was that of luxury! My only job was to play with the toys I made from dusk till dawn. With a quirk like mine, who would want to grow up? I'm always stuck within my head, playing around in a world of my own. One day, I could be imagining myself as a high ranking wizard in a land of mythology. Another day, I'll imagine myself within another fictional world that belongs to that of a tv show or book. Man.. I really don't like reality. Life is so cruel. You're born and raised to eventually work for the rest of your breathing days like a slave. Where's the fun, the freedom, the creativity? Exactly. That's why I don't want to grow up. Only children can be free.

Actually... I take that back. I take it all back. I knew a kid when I was younger, you know him too. Shoto Todoroki, the son of the current Number One Hero. Honestly, who doesn't know who he is? That aside, strap in. For about five years of my childhood, I dedicated myself to Shoto Todoroki. He was this horribly abused kid and sadly, as was I. It took one abused kid to know another. Ever since Shoto's quirk came in, he quit playing outside with me. Why? That's what I always asked. He dropped off the face of the earth without rhyme or reason.

Call it weird, but my five year old mind thought it'd be a good idea to spy on Shoto. Yes, I was quite the peeping tom back then. I'd spy on him by peeking in through the windows of his home and even climbing trees too. While I don't regret spying on him, I deeply wished that his reasoning for ghosting me wasn't what it truly was. Instead, I was faced with the harsh reality that Shoto was forced to face adulthood at such a young age. His father, man I hate him, was putting Shoto through back breaking torture he called 'training' in order to become the next Number One. The training was so rigorous, Shoto was isolated from his siblings and the outside world. I lost count of how many times Shoto cried and how they echoed endlessly through my head.

At that point I knew, a fucking four year old knew, that Shoto's future wasn't very bright. So many different routes opened up within my brain as to how his life would end up. I was like a clairvoyant sadly, no thanks to my own parents. They were criminals who were in and out of the jailhouse like the rise and fall of the sun. I definitely saw a life of villainy or prison time in Shoto's future as he'd likely rebel against the thought of becoming a hero. I also saw potential suicide as Shoto's depression was crippling with no signs of lightening up. Another potential future for Shoto was nothing. Literally him, lying around, wanting nothing to do with hero work yet he doesn't have the motivation to do something he wants either being raised under a roof with no freedom. I didn't want Shoto to end up this way, and there was no way I was going to allow it.

Call it something little, each night before I'd have to come home I'd drop by Shoto's home and create a little toy just for him and lie it upon his windowsill. The very first toy I gave him was a stuffed dog with chocolate brown fur and black marble eyes. I figured he could hug it for comfort or use his imagination and give it a personality of its own. He did. My heart felt like it had wings once Shoto found that toy. It was a genuine smile that I saw on his face. I think I saw him cry too but I was too far away to know. I knew I did the right thing once I saw Shoto hug the dog and finally went home.

Much to my dismay, Enji Todoroki destroyed that dog I gave Shoto and he was a mess once again. I was willing to do whatever it took to keep Shoto happy. So what did I do? I gave Shoto a new toy every night before I went home and he had no clue that I was the one leaving them there for him. How did I know that? It was the most adorable thing when he began leaving thank you notes for his 'guardian angel' when in reality you knew it must have been for yourself. One simple act must make Shoto feel all sorts of special or else you wouldn't have continued to bring him toys day after day for the next four years.

Four years is a long time I must admit. I would have continued to bring him toys for many more years to come, but I couldn't. My parents lost custody of me when I was nine years old. My new family brought me to the United States where I lived happier than I ever was for the next six years of my life. I never forgot about Shoto, but I'm sure if he forgot about me. The day I moved away, I left him a note and one final toy saying that from then on, I couldn't bring him any more toys despite how badly I wanted to. That final toy was a white teddy bear with angel wings. He always called me his Guardian Angel, so I wanted to make sure he kept a piece of me with him. As far as I know, I'm sure the bear was destroyed much like every toy before then. I have no idea if he's doing better or worse or even okay without me there to bring him happiness. Then again, he had no clue that it was me bringing him toys.

"I came back home to Japan because my adoptive parents wanted me to spend time with relatives here. I transferred here into the hero course without a problem. Except it really is a problem! Of all the classes to put me in, they had to put me in a class with Shoto..." It's been almost seven years since I've up and abandoned Shoto. It feels almost inappropriate being in the same class as he is. I'm happy that he's, y'know, doing okay and strives to become a hero because he wants to be one, not because of his father's influence, but I want to catch up with him. This boy has been on my mind everyday for the last seven years.

Ochako Uraraka, my newest friend since moving back to Japan, took me by the hand and comforted me where it was due. "When you said that you had a past with Todoroki... You weren't kidding," I can tell the girl was moved by the retellings of the childhood I shared with Shoto.

"Is it wrong to say that I'm... That I'm pissed off at Shoto?" My lip began to quiver as I myself am overwhelmed with emotions that resurfaced at the worst of times.

Uraraka looked as though she didn't understand me, "Why are you so upset? Now's the time to reunite with him?"

"How does he not remember me?" My eyes were beginning to sting as they welled up with tears. "I've talked to him numerous times since joining the class and he acts as though he's never seen me a day in his life! I dedicated the better part of five years to him..."

Uraraka had caught me just as I fell forward and began to cry into her shoulder. "(Y/n)..." She began to rub my back rhythmically as to soothe my nerves. "You said he had no clue you were leaving the toys for him. That's why he doesn't remember you I bet. You both were four when you lost contact with each other. I honestly can't remember much before my tenth birthday!"

"I hope you're right..." I began to hiccup mid weep.

"Now," Uraraka helped me to sit up once more. "Why don't you tell him that you were his Guardian Angel?"

"No..." That's one of the last things I'll do. "I'd be more likely to jump off a bridge before I do that."

"Fine," my friend began to pout and puff out her chubby cheeks. "I want you to try and be friends with him though. Promise me!"

"I can promise that..." That was a total lie. I was keeping my distance from Shoto. I'm acting like a damned child right now. It's my fault that I don't want to tell Shoto that I was his angel, I really shouldn't blame him either for never figuring out that I was his angel either. My quirk came in after his for crying out loud! He's literally the only reason why I decided to stay in Japan and I can't even talk to him like an adult would. I... I really am still a child at heart.

Days upon weeks went by and I still haven't dared spoken a word to Shoto as he hasn't dared me. Until today. My heart felt as if it could freeze on the spot the second Shoto began walking towards my desk in class and came to a dead stop. "Did I do something wrong to you?" Shoto asked all on his own.

The question caught me off guard as I peered up at his sullen expression with curiosity behind my gaze. "Excuse me?" I asked in return.

"I can't help but feel you hate being around me," Shoto admits with ease. "You're always frowning around me. I can see the pain in your eyes. Whenever you're around others, you're just fine but with me it's another story," this boy is perceptive and here I thought I was masking my emotions really well.

Why did he have to call me out though? Now I want to cry. I can't cry in front of everyone. Oop... Nevermind, a tear just dribbled down my cheek. Everyone is gonna see just how much of a baby I really am. "You're crying?" Shoto stated in surprise with an impressive low volume as he too saw that tear that I felt on my cheek. What I never expected was for him to press his hand to my cheek and dry up the tears. "Can we... Can we go outside or something?"

What else was I supposed to do? All That I could do was nod my head vigorously as he escorted me out of the classroom as quickly and carefully as he could manage. Shoto allowed me a moment to cry and recollect myself, but it didn't stop him from getting the answers he wanted out of me. "You're being supportive huh?" I began to sniffle. "I suppose you want me to answer your questions in return huh?"

"You don't have to be nasty about it," Shoto stuck his nose up at me a little.

"Get to the point please..." I asked as nicely as I could.

"Can you just answer me?" Shoto began pushing on the subject. "Did I do something wrong to you? You seem to hate my guts and everyone can tell. Just... Why though?"

"I don't hate you," I came right out front and admitted. "I'm just mad at myself..."

"Again... Why?"

"Is there seriously nothing about me that stands out to you?"

"I'm lost..." Shoto sighed.

"I'm a friend of yours from forever ago. I used to leave you little presents in your window every night for years so that you'd be happy. You didn't have toys of your own and I wanted to be a good friend. I was hoping you'd figure out that it was me who was leaving them for you but here we are now..." Seriously, why am I so mad with Shoto? Why can't I stop pushing my rage onto him? I'm so pissed off for stupid reasons that are out of his control.

"In the back of my mind I thought you looked like that girl I played with for a little bit when I was five," Shoto pieced together a few things even before my confession? I feel even more like a jerk now when I thought he didn't know me at all. "Were you really the one who left me toys each night when I was little? They... They kept me going."

Shoto... I never would've expected him to say that. "You had it a lot worse than me. I wanted to do whatever I could to make you happy."

Shoto, I froze when he wrapped his arms around me. "Thank you for looking after me (Y/n)... You made me feel loved when nobody was there for me. Who knew my childhood friend was my guardian angel."

The waterworks were back again, "I'm glad you turned out okay..." I finally gathered up the courage to embrace him back.

"I don't want to let you go... Not after you left me for so long."

"I'm happy to be back with you."