This oneshot was requested by someone, and I'm sorry I forgot who. I searched high and low in this book but can't find out who made this request.

I have a reference in here but I think I made it a little too easy for you. I know you guys claim I reference this show quite a bit in this book BUT this is the first time I ever actually referenced it.

(Y/n) Todoroki has always had a better memory than most. While many envy this gift of hers, she finds this 'gift' to be more of a curse than that of a blessing. Ask (Y/n) and she'd quickly claim that her horrid childhood was to blame yet all at the same time very little stood out. Only the bad things that is... Ever since birth, happiness was an emotion nobody in the Todoroki household could embrace for all that long and it all revolved around a man who was the very definition of hell and flames. (Y/n)'s definition of father differed from everyone elses. There was no love, affection, trust, respect... Anything. Just his thundering voice, red flames and fists that left their mark upon everyone from spouse to children. Ever since mother left, (Y/n) could only count herself as lucky to have a brother who'd move heaven and earth for her...

The room was cold like a frozen tundra yet... Also sweltering to the point anyone could suffocate.

CRASH!

'You know what happened to Touya! Leave her alone!' Shoto, too caught up within his emotions, had allowed his ice side to devour the house. Jagged icicles broke the room in half with no room to move. His breath, heavy, condensed within the air like an elegant mist. On the other side of the room, ice couldn't penetrate. Enji, the devil, had fires in his eyes. (Y/n), mind blank, lied upon her side petrified for the worst. A previous blow, only a few seconds prior, had rendered her body immobile from the pain alone. Shoto stood over his sister's body all to make sure his father couldn't lie another hand on her. 'I don't care if she has his quirk, I don't care if her quirk surpasses mine! I'm taking all the blows here and it's my choice! Lie another hand on her!" Shoto stomped. "C'mon I dare ya!!!"

That moment, a memory etched within (Y/n)'s brain, happened a few years ago. She vividly remembers the day as when something snapped within Shoto and he hasn't been the same since. He remains cold and disconnected from the world as he detests anything to do with his father. Shoto just HAD to be born with the exact quirk father wanted... (Y/n) on the other hand, she awakened her fire quirk, now named Incinerator, earlier than Shoto had. Shoto was (Y/n)'s older brother by about eleven months and he views anything fire related as a curse thanks to their father. Enji initially left (Y/n) alone for the most part because her fire quirk 'wasn't as good as Touya's.' And therefore (Y/n) too had no interest in her fire quirk much like Shoto given how badly it upset him to see it in use. However, it was a class experiment in junior high that changed everything for the worst. Being in junior high, you don't think things out most of the time, she decided to light a bunsen burner with her own quirk. Poof! The burner was spouting flames like a torch! Unfortunately, (Y/n) didn't retract her hand in time yet she didn't get burned in the slightest. The burner spouted blue flames. Without thinking, (Y/n) stuck her hand into those gas powered flames and soon realized... She didn't burn, but this stunt awakened her quirk and now she could conjure blue flames without even thinking.

That's the day Enji lashed out. Enji wanted Shoto to surpass All Might with the ability to control both fire and ice while (Y/n) was the plan on the backburner with a fire quirk stronger than her own man's. Just like Touya before he passed away. Shoto made it abundantly clear that he would gladly die for his sister if it meant Enji didn't touch her, and he didn't.

(Y/n) trained herself hard enough the next few years to come and miraculously earned Enji's approval for he submitted a recommendation for both her AND Shoto to be part of the hero course at UA. Same class too and they couldn't be anymore thankful to have each other. Shoto was abundantly stubborn for the most part, so he wasn't exactly making friends. (Y/n) was concerned for him, but ultimately knew he was just being himself and went on with her own life. She made friends, much like Izuku, she got along with just about everyone yet she didn't familiarize herself with any particular group of friends either. There was the Dekusquad consisting of Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, Shoto, and sometimes Tsu. The Bakusquad: Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari and sometimes Ashido. The girls of the class could also count themselves as a stand alone group. In reality, (Y/n) just kept close to Shoto, therefore if she had to say she belonged to any group of friends, it'd be the Dekusquad. Much like Bakugou on the other hand, (Y/n) found her studies to be more important than relationships hence why she really only made time for family.

Family... It's such a hazy word in (Y/n)'s eyes.

There's been a buzz lately about how a carnival, or festival depending on how you want to call it, recently came to town. Since it was a city funded festival, the school was wired over the fact that it MUST be better than the one UA hosted a few weeks back with games, rides, regional foods and stands of all themes and ideas all clustered together in one place. It's only in town for a week and everyone wants to go. (Y/n) not so much... But she went anyway since the entire class was. Fear of missing out at it's finest.

After having not done anything upon arrival, it was due to nothing appealing to (Y/n)'s greater interest. All rides looked too 'kiddie' for her from story high slides to ferris wheels to kiddie coasters. If (Y/n) was gonna ride anything, it'd be for the thrill like roller coasters and slingshots. Hence saving her money for a theme park instead of a carnival geared towards innocent family fun might've been a smarter idea. Food, well, (Y/n)'s pallet was very one directional. Anything besides Japanese cuisine and a select few universal snacks looks and smells completely inedible and made her stomach churn. Most games were too easy, had cheap prizes or were straight up rigged. (Y/n) genuinely began to wonder why anyone would like a carnival and where in the heck is Shoto? She highly doubts he'd be having anymore fun than she is.

Even more aimless wandering later, for whatever reason, Uraraka was sticking close. It just sort of happened out of nowhere. Isn't this how some of the most unbreakable pairings happen? The optimist just clings to the pessimists side and they tolerate one another? That might be the actual case but (Y/n) on the other hand found her presence to be bothersome. "Why are you sticking so close to me? I can give you some money if that's what you want..." Because why else is a poor girl being buddy buddy with her rich friend out of nowhere? I mean... She could just be a good friend, but Uraraka doesn't normally go out of her way to spend time with (Y/n) unless they're already with their friend group.

"(Y/n) don't be like that," Uraraka laughed awkwardly. She diverted her attention to take a great big bite out of an already half eaten candied apple that was still quite fresh as there was no brown discoloration to the apple's white innards. "It's true," the girl sighed after a struggling gulp. "I don't have the money to do much of anything here even with the pay I got from mentoring with Ryukyu, but you aren't doing anything either! Girls gotta stick together."

"I guess..." (Y/n) sighed. She did have a point. Better to stick together than be lonely.

"You look really under the weather today," Uraraka pointed out. "Are you doing okay? Bored? Sick? Upset? Wanna head back to the dorms together? I'll even let you take a bite out of my apple. They made it right in front of me so it's fresh!" The girl waved the delectable fruity goodness before her friend's face.

Actually... The last option doesn't sound all too bad. (Y/n) gave in and took a tiny bite from her apple. She'd be lying if she denied how good the gooey caramel smelt. At least she'd have Uraraka to go home with her too. "I love caramel..." (Y/n) fawned. "But yeah... Sure," (Y/n) stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. For someone with a fire quirk, it was quite chilly outside. "I haven't eaten yet so do you wanna grab something on the way back? It's on me by the way. You did offer me your apple so it's only fair."

"No, no, no! You don't have to spend money on me!" She insists.

"You're gonna eat something I buy whether you like it or not."

"Okay..."

The girls walked around the carnival a little while longer in search of a bite to eat. It was well past sundown and neither of them had come to a decision. Until, for the first time tonight, something caught (Y/n)'s eye. Even Uraraka saw light spark within (Y/n)'s eyes like fireworks before she witnessed a once in a lifetime event. She's never seen (Y/n) bound towards a whack-a-mole stand, or anything in general, as quickly as she had. The girl had her eyes stuck upon the biggest most colorful prize of them all.

"What is it?" Uraraka tilted her head in confusion to the large bulbous... Okay what is this thing? It was purple and round like a ball, had short half crescent ears, a ring around it's bullet point eyes like a panda but the bill and webbed feet of a duck. It was cute and unique Uraraka had to admit, but still... What sort of animal is it?

"I don't know, but I want it!!!" (Y/n)'s eyes sparkled with hope.

The game conductor approached the girls with a wicked smirk. "I see you're interested in our grand prize," he poked the bear with the end of his long metallic hook used to reach the hanging prizes. Besides being used as a cane or a pointer, it really hasn't seen much wear and tear. "You see, the prizes here are won in tiers-"

"Okay?" (Y/n) glared at the man as she couldn't care less. She just wants the plushie. Nothing on earth can keep her from it.

"Either you win five times in a row and win the grand prize or you can 'tip' me and I'll bend the rules a little."

"Name your price," (Y/n) whipped out her wallet.

"$2 per round or $20 to play once and if you win I'll hand it over."

"A little steep..." Well, the man did say to tip him and he'd bend the rules. You're pretty much paying for the five rounds to pay AND a $10 tip. "Here," (Y/n) reluctantly lied twenty dollars upon the counter but the man just stared at it and snickered. "What?"

"You need at least two to play... Is she playing too?"

Uraraka threw up her hands in surrender, "Please no!!! I wish I had that sort of money to spend!"

"I'll pay for you then," (Y/n) insisted eagerly.

"No, no..." Uraraka frowned. "I really can't allow you to do that."

"I'm paying for you to play to help me win..." No matter what, it's still personal gain. "Are you still gonna say no?"

"I'm sorry..."

"That sucks..." (Y/n) quickly spun around and searched the crowd of carnival goers high and low for someone she knew and trusted. Well... Someone she at least knew. Nobody was showing their face even minutes later and her heart was beginning to wane. Until, until she could recognize a head of spiky blonde from anywhere. "Bakugou! Hey Bakugou!!!" (Y/n) waved and Bakugou's crimson eyes shot open as if spooked for a hot second then narrowed into a burning glare. (Y/n) did say that she was looking for someone she knew, and Bakugou was the perfect guy. He loves competition and she highly doubts he wants the prize anyways even if he does win.

The blonde stomped over anyways with his hands buried deep within his pants pockets. "What bitch?" He grumbled. Truth be told, he only came over there to escape the pains in his sides he calls Shitty Hair and Dunce Face. They've been trying to shove sweets down his throat all night and yet Bakugou can't get his point across that he hates sweet foods. Heck, even a jalapeno pepper sounds better than the shit they call food.

"Can you help me win something," (Y/n) asked nicely with a cutesy little rock on her feet and a bat of her brilliant (e/c) eyes. "It's a two player game and nobody else wants to play."

"And why in the hell would I help you?" He grits his teeth. "Get your bastard of a brother to help you-"

"If only I knew where he was and I'm willing to pay for you to play," (Y/n) was beginning to beg. Absolutely nothing will keep (Y/n) between herself and the bear besides Bakugou's stubbornness. "I just really want the grand prize! If you still end up winning, can you please give me the prize? It's not like you're losing any money if I do pay."

Bakugou rudely sat himself upon the stand's counter and thought long and hard to himself. Game? Parasites? GAME or parasites? Game it is... "If it keeps me away from the two dumbasses... How much is it to play?" And thus, he began to show off his money.

"$20..."

"Okay then," Bakugou slammed down a crisp $20.

"B-Bakugou I said that I'd pay-"

"NO!" He snapped. "I'll play and I don't need your money either!"

Pride at it's finest. "I-Okay," (Y/n) handed the man her money once more and the man was smiling with glee as to swindle these two teenagers with ease. They both took hold of two comically large mallets designed to look like a stick of dynamite and readied themselves before their stations. There were three rows of three just shallow of the hole were nine different creatures. Those creatures were actually pro heroes much to their surprise. While they couldn't tell who most of them were at the moment, they could recognize a select few from All Might's iconic hair, Mirko's bunny ears and Gang Orca's porpoise fin sticking out of the hole just slightly.

"Now kids," the conductor leaned forward. "Whoever has the highest score in the end wins. You must start with your hands behind your back and the mallet must reach your shoulder after each swing."

"Don't pussy out on me (Y/n)," Bakugou gripped his mallet tightly to the point veins formed upon his lower arms. "I want a real game."

"No problem," she smirked and had her hands behind her back.

The entire game stand began lighting up a colorful storm and music rang throughout the air. The conductor flipped a switch and a loud bicycle bell rung. The pro heroes began popping out of their holes yelling their signature catchphrases and the teens were wailing on them with pained cries to flee from the 'moles' whenever hit. Uraraka was blinking like crazy at the blinding speed of which her classmates were taking their anger out upon the game. After a minute's time, the entire stand shut down except for Bakugou's stand that was lit up like a christmas tree. The conductor gave a round of applause, used his hook and lowered the one and only grand prize from it's throne and handed it to Mr. King Explosion Murder himself.

(Y/n) remained stunned after a moment and finally took a look at the scores and realized he had only won by two points so it was a game well played. "Our scores were pretty close," (Y/n) pointed out with glee. She hasn't had this much of an adrenaline rush in forever!

"Yeah but I still won though," Bakugou smirked for he wedged the bulbous bear beneath his arm.

"Can I have the bear please?" (Y/n) interlocked her fingers and gave the blonde puppy dog eyes. "I can pay you or do any favor... I genuinely haven't wanted something so bad in forever. It's why I shelled out so much money for this game," nothing. "Haven't you ever wanted something so badly you'd cry?"

"Cry?" Bakugou tuts. "Then you should've won instead of being a sore loser."

Did Bakugou seriously just say that?

Everyone could hear (Y/n)'s heart begin to crack and the crack continued to inch and inch until it could shatter in half.

"Bakugou!?" Uraraka gasped and nearly butted heads with him but she was just barely too short to actually do so. "(Y/n) REALLY wanted the stuffed bear! She asked you to play with her thinking you'd help get it for her. BUT NO!!! You're keeping it for yourself just for the sake of gloating when you don't even want it! She TRUSTED and RELIED on you! It's like being stabbed in the back or taking-"

"Uraraka," (Y/n) pulled on her arm as a silent ask to back away. When Uraraka understood, (Y/n) shared one last glance with Bakugou. "Good game Bakugou," she forced a smile. Considering her track record, Bakugou was expecting an entirely different response. Since when did she back down from a fight? There was no anger. In fact, he swears no trust remained between the three of them as the girls parted ways with him.

"You should've stood your ground (Y/n)," Uraraka puffed out her cheeks. She's not sure who's she's mad at more. Bakugou for pulling a dick move or (Y/n) for being a coward. "That was a dick move! Bakugou only kept that bear because he won, not because he wanted it. I wouldn't be surprised if it ends up in the trash in a few days..."

"You're not wrong," (Y/n) reluctantly agreed with a sigh. She can imagine the cutie-pie's heartbroken face poking out from a dumpster crying 'why did you abandon me?' "But... If you wanna get technical, Bakugou paid his own way and won fair and square. It's not hero-like for me to complain. It's... Just... How life works..." Sometimes, it is what it is. What happened today was a prime example of why you shouldn't get attached to anything without a soul. It was never (Y/n)'s to begin with and yet she got attached in no time and suffers a heartache because of it.

"I'm sorry though..." Uraraka rubbed (Y/n)'s back. (Y/n) smacked her hand away. "If I would've known Bakugou would do that, I would've played instead and you'd have your bear."

(Y/n) turned to Uraraka, "don't blame yourself."

Ring Ring Ring!

(Y/n) groaned and dug out her phone for the caller ID on such a cracked screen had the name Father displayed across it. Silently, she fumed. "And right after Bakugou's stunt too..." She sighed and couldn't help but let the phone run out of rings until it went silent. Not even three seconds later, the caller returned and the urgency to pick up ate away at (Y/n). Despite how bady she didn't wanna speak to her father, she gave in anyways. "I gotta take this... It may take a while so go on ahead."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," and (Y/n) excluded herself from Uraraka and just about every passing soul as to find a quiet place for her to take the call. During this time, the call ran out twice. Endeavor remained persistent as (Y/n) knew him best and didn't fear missing out hence her leisurely stroll to find silence. On the sixth call, (Y/n) ended up tapping the vibrant green button, she was in for a rude awakening.

"It took you long enough," Enji roared. A response (Y/n) has received countless times over the years. "What were you doing that was so important?" (Y/n) sighed and ignored him. If she is to speak up, Enji would talk over her anyways. "Did Shoto tell you yet?" The man finally spoke up after having figured his daughter wasn't gonna answer him. Oddly enough, she can keep a cold silent stare of disapproval longer than Shoto ever could.

"Tell me what?" Her voice came out like a whisper.

"The family's getting together this weekend and you're expected there."

A gathering? This weekend? "No..." She ran a hand through her hair. "Shoto didn't tell me anything and I'm thankful he didn't. As if I wanna come home..." An abusive father, absent mother, deceased brother and siblings that never bothered to love one another in the first place.

"I had a feeling he was gonna keep to himself..." He growled. "You're expected home. Your mother wants to see everyone."

"I don't care... Shoto might've forgiven everyone but I haven't." I'm sorry but I'm not gonna forgive the man who single handedly broke his entire family apart one by one through sheer force and abuse alone. I'm mentally scarred by your ass!!! I was perfectly fine here at UA where I didn't have to fear coming home to you. I'm afraid to even admit everything I'm thinking now!

There was a long straining silence. "I... I don't think you realize just how... Proud I am of you and your brother..." Enji's chest tightened after hearing the desperation of how badly his daughter wanted to detest him. "I've realized how wrong I was and how horribly I treated you both. I want to smooth things over, start over, I love you both and I want to see the family together again."

Enji's voice had never been so gentle, so broken. Each confession was pure and from the heart. Was it sad that (Y/n)'s never actually heard her own man say the word Love before today let alone directed at herself? Shoto was right, Enji's a changed man. Or, well, he's changing into a better man but isn't quite there yet. He has all the pieces, Enji just needs to put them all together and currently he had the most misshapen piece of them all and it had (Y/n)'s name all over it. The corners of her eyes were beginning to burn, yet, (Y/n) fought the bodily response with sheer willpower. "I believe you," her voice wavered. "I'm sorry but I, I need to hang up. I-I'm about to cry and I'm not sup-supposed to!"

"There's nothing wrong with crying-"

"For me there is!!!" She hung up and dropped her phone upon the moistened grassy floor. She bit her tongue to suppress a scream. It was like fire was in her veins! It scorched and burned along it's path leaving nothing but pain and discomfort in it's wake. The worst burn of them all were her eyes. Those tear ducts leaked water as hot as boiling water and mystified upon contact with the chilled air. (Y/n) begun to shake and forcefully shoved her palms into her eyes yet no matter how hard she tried to prevent the waterworks they found their way out. It BURNED! The worst type of burning you can experience. Was this how Shoto felt when mom... Did that to him as a child? She couldn't keep her hands against her eyes as they burned upon contact and she nearly collapsed. The tears fell down her face, scarring her skin, and she couldn't hold back. "Ah!" She screamed with nothing she could do. The more pain to take her senses, the more she cried, the more she hurt herself and the more her tears fought for dominance. "It hurts..." (Y/n) wept.

A hand grasped (Y/n) by the shoulder and it was a viper's grip. It whipped her from the group and another swept the hair from her face to get what (Y/n) assumed was a good assessment of what was going on. The stranger must've had balls, as (Y/n) would like to call it, as they were wiping her hellish tears from her face with care. "Come with me," he grunts and practically dragged the girl all the way to... Somewhere. She hadn't a clue.

Her senses went haywire the second her chest was forcibly pinned down to a hard surface, back end defenseless. "N-No!" (Y/n) thrashed.

"Don't get the wrong idea," he hissed and took hold of her by the nape and forced her down again. The loud crash of water from a faucet filled the girl's ears. Next thing she knew, bliss. This stranger lightened up his hold upon the girl and used a singular hand to gently splash icy cold water into her eyes. The man continued to do this well after (Y/n) relinquished her security to him and her eyes were forcibly shut and strained anymore. "Any better?" He asked after quite some time and all (Y/n) could do was nod lightly. The faucet was shut off and the man helped (Y/n) back to her feet.

The world was hazy for she opened her eyes little by little. The pain remained but her senses were dulled thanks to the frigid water. One thing she could make out in a heartbeat nearly broke (Y/n) for a third time today. "Bakugou I..." She didn't wanna assume but, this just had to be Bakugou. "You're actually... The last person I ever would've imagined would save me."

"Your tears burn you?" He ignored (Y/n)'s comment entirely.

"I haven't cried since I was little..." She opened up. It was a confession she's never told anyone before. "Ever since my quirk came in, my tears would burn me so bad-" Red... Red painted the place from her clothes to Bakugou's to the filthy sink. "My tears would burn my tears ducts to the point I'd cry blood... Looks like nothing's changed..." How is Bakugou not disturbed by the fact there's blood all over the place? Unless he's used to this sort of thing? He is the King of Explosions and Murder after all.

"Why the fuck were you crying in the first place!?" Bakugou snapped. "Better not be because of me."

Why? Would it disturb him knowing he made someone cry? "Trust me... You weren't," she sighed. Although her heart still does sting a little bit thanks to him. "You see... My dad is an abusive jerk. Shoto's brought up a few times how Dad's a changed man and I denied it all... Until Dad called me up and... And he really is a changed man. I never thought he could change."

Bakugou began to cross his arms and close his eyes. "Endeavor? A changed man?" Bakugou's eyes opened up to a glare. "He's the biggest jackass of a dad as far as I know. What man comes to his son's remedial classes just to mock him for being there in the first place?"

"Oh yeah," it just dawned on (Y/n). "I forgot you and Shoto took a few classes together because you... Failed the... Exam," Knowing Bakugou, (Y/n) was a little scared to bring up the blonde's failures. Bakugou and Shoto failed the Provisional Exam and therefore had to take extra classes to make up for the fact. However, she's more surprised Bakugou did nothing at the mention of his failures.

"Your dad is a jackass... End of story," Bakugou claimed with utmost confidence. "Don't let him get to you (Y/n)."

"I... Um..." Why is he being so nice? "I can only promise that you won't see me crying probably ever again," (Y/n) cracked a shy laugh, but Bakugou could only glare back in disappointment. Yeah, maybe joking about blood tears isn't such a good idea.

"I'm taking you back to the dorms," Bakugou concluded as he slipped his jacket off and laid it over the girl's shoulders. "You're covered in blood..." Was all he really had to say as he adjusted the jacket enough to hide her blood stained clothes beneath it all.

"I..." (Y/n) couldn't deny him. What else were there to really comment on? "Okay..."

The students began their trek back to the UA campus. Bakugou remained close as (Y/n) was particularly verbal about how poorly her eyesight had become after crying and that she'd probably have to see an eye doctor come morning. He needed to make sure she made it to the dorms as safely as possible, in which she did. "Do you need anything?" Bakugou asked one last time as (Y/n) entered her dorm room.

She couldn't stop rubbing her eyes. There was a horrible stinging sensation she couldn't ignore. "No..." She groaned. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you've done enough," Despite how (Y/n) could barely see Bakugou, she stared at him, presumably in the eyes, and smiled. "Thank you for keeping me from hurting myself any further."

"Goodnight..." He spun around and left for the night.

After a while, she was about ready to go to bed so she was about to change into clothes that WEREN'T blood soaked. She never realized Bakugou didn't take his jacket back and (Y/n)'s too nice of a person to hang onto it for too long. Upon opening her door to make the return, something sat just outside the door that left her speechless. "What?" She knelt down. The bear, the bear she tried so hard to get earlier was sitting on her doorstep and yet nobodies to be seen. There was only one thing for her to assume: "Did Bakugou," her hand gently laid down atop the bear's head and pets it. "Did he really give it to me?" Unconsciously, (Y/n) embraced the plush with content. It's so... Soft. I never did get to touch it before. This... This was so nice of him. No! Her eyes began to burn again. I know this is one of the nicest things anyone has done for me, but I can't cry! I promised Bakugou I'd never cry again!!!