🌼Before you read🌼

🌼This story takes place a year or two before I'm No Hero.

🌼You can read this story without any knowledge of I'm No Hero as it's completely spoiler free!

🌼Special dedication to fluff_writer_ who gave me the idea for a Father's Day Special between these three.

🌼Kintsugi (which will be briefly mentioned in the story) is a Japanese art form where they repair broken silverware (like cups, bowls, plates) with gold. If you ever have the chance to see what a kintsugi piece looks like, it's really neat.

🌼Picture above really has no importance to the one-shot, except for the fact that it's the closest picture I could find to Tami and Ollie (if, you know, the girl's hair was more blonde, had brown eyes...but I get Tami-Ollie vibes from it, so that's what matters). Anyways, it's still fitting for this chapter, and I'm sure y'all will figure out why.

🌼And I think that's everything. I hope you all enjoy!

🌼Father's Day Special 🌼

I never liked Father's Day. It wasn't for the reason people most people would think about either. My step-dad, Peter, was a real nice guy, and honestly, I was glad we could take a day to celebrate him being around. It was just that the kids at school always had to remind me at school that he was my step-father, not my actual father. The only kids who said differently was my small group of friends.

That was all I could really say about disliking it though because once that passed, I could enjoy it more. I was just lucky it was Saturday, meaning I no longer had to deal with the people bugging me about it. Tomorrow morning, my little brother and I would be getting up extra early to spend the day with Peter as he always took off work for Father's Day. It was nice to just have one day where we could spend time together. That was always my favorite part.

As for my little brother, his favorite part was the gift giving. He always made something homemade for him, and with being at school, we all knew he'd be able to make something extra special for Peter. I didn't really think much of it. For me, I just planned on making Peter some of his favorite tea I had bought from the store and give him a small, home-made Father's Day card. It wasn't much, but I knew he enjoyed it, especially since he never really wanted much for Father's Day other than to spend time with us.

All I really needed to do was get my friend's help to draw some of the details. I'd do it myself, but I honestly couldn't draw for the life of me. Looking down at the chicken scratch on the card, I was just happy I could at least get it to look legible.

I was about ready to take it to my friend's house for the finishing touches when chaos broke loose. My bedroom door swung open. When I looked up, I saw my little brother's face blotched with tears. I couldn't even see his brown irises as his eyes were red. All thoughts of going to my friend's house faded away as I pushed myself off the bed and knelt beside my brother.

"Ollie, what's wrong?" I asked as I threaded my hand through his shaggy mocha colored haired.

"I-I-I-I broke it!" Ollie cried. "I b-b-broke D-D-D-Dad's mug!"

My eyes snapped down to his hand, finding a broken handle in his hand. It was hand-painted, something that Ollie must have made him during art class. In his other hand held a shard of the broken mug, where I saw letters written in English. There were only two letters and one number on it: er 1. While the letters were barely legible, I could tell Ollie worked very hard on it. English was my first language, but it wasn't Ollie's. I mean, he could speak it really well as that was what the language we spoke in when we were home, but when it came to writing in English, he struggled. It was the opposite of me where writing in English was far easier than Japanese.

That was why he was in a frenzy. I let him show me where the remaining pieces of his hard work shattered at. It was in the middle of his small room, with glass scattering all across the floor. Seeing it, I didn't even let him take another step further, afraid he'd cut his feet.

I carefully knelt down by where a majority of the broken glass was at and picked up a couple of the pieces. My lips pressed together as I realized there was no hope to fix it. True, we could always go to someone to piece it together, making it into kintsugi pottery, but it'd be expensive. Even if we had the money to get someone to repair it, it wouldn't be done by tomorrow.

It was out of the question to get the mug back to its former glory, but it was also impossible to fix it in time for Father's Day. That only meant one thing. I dropped the pieces of the mug on the ground as I looked back at Ollie. He sniffled as he looked back at me, trying to stop his crying, but he was too distraught to even do so.

"Do you want to get him a new mug? It won't be as cool, but I should have enough money saved up that we can get him one," I offered, knowing it was the best thing I could do.

Looking at Ollie, I could tell he just wanted his mug to magically repair itself. Unfortunately, my Quirk was useless in this situation. I couldn't even think of a person who could reverse time or repair cracks in a mug to even help him. If there was someone who could do that, I was certain they wouldn't do it free of charge.

Ollie just looked down at his mug. His bottom lip quivered as he did so. Seeing him look so down about it, I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could just snap my fingers and make it all better.

"I-I guess," I heard Ollie reply. When I opened my eyes, I saw him place the pieces of his broken mug down on his desk and slowly wiped away the tears in his eyes. "I have three yen I can help out with."

I smiled. Father's Day was really important to Ollie, and seeing how much he really wanted to help out with this made me realize that we needed to find the best mug for Peter.

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Ollie and I walked from store to store, trying our hardest to find a "#1 Dad" mug. To think that Father's Day was only a day away, and yet, it was the hardest thing to find. We could've gotten him a t-shirt that said the same thing or a plain baseball cap, but Ollie was determined to find him a mug. It was the only thing he wanted to give Peter. Nothing would change his mind.

We ended up walking into the last store in the mall. I could tell our chances of finding a mug that Ollie was happy with was going to be slim to none, but that didn't mean Ollie felt the same way. He was seven years younger than me, so he was still very naive. It probably wouldn't be until after we left the store that it'd hit him that he needed to think of a plan b. I just wasn't going to take away that hope right away.

My little brother dragged me to the back of the store where there were there was a whole wall of mugs. I quickly looked around, scanning for something that said "#1 Dad" or maybe something similar.

"There!" Ollie exclaimed. "I want to get Dad that one!"

I looked down at him, noticing this little finger pointed all the way up to the very top shelf. It was there, I could see it plain as day: a sky blue mug with dark lettering that read "#1 Dad". If it wasn't for Ollie dragging me out of the house without changing out of my special outfit, there was no way I could have reached that. We would have had to get a store employee to help us, and in the process, we would have had to leave for that. That meant someone else could find it and take it. If that happened, Ollie wouldn't be so happy.

Getting that mug was our only chance. I looked around to make no one was paying attention. People were allowed to use their Quirks in public, but mine always got some strange stares because of how unheard of it was. I just didn't want people to stare and ask questions because then I'd be the center of attention. There was nothing worse than having all eyes on me.

When I realized no one was around, I closed my eyes and pictured how Peter looked in my head. He was a bit taller than I was, so I figured it'd be the best way to get the mug without suspicion. I could feel my body stretching upwards as my black sweat pants and blue t-shirt grew alongside it. My hair shortened as my shoulders started to grow out. By the time I was finished, I opened my eyes, looking down at my brother.

Ollie smiled with excitement as he looked at me. He always loved it when I used my Quirk to turn into other people, especially if it was one of our family members or a Pro Hero.

As I pulled my gaze away from Ollie, I looked up to see the mug within reach. My hand reached for the mug and grabbed it off the shelf. I could hear Ollie clapping his hands in excitement, making it all worth getting it for him.

Or it would've been until someone bumped into me causing me to stumble back. Luckily, nothing happened. I was able to regain my balance and hold a tight grip on the mug. It was safe, and Ollie and I both exhaled in relief.

When I looked back, I saw a girl running through the aisle, not caring about those who were around her. Something seemed fishy about it, and I didn't realize it until someone grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down the ground.

My eyes squeezed shut as I lost the image of my step-father. I was so shocked by what had happened that the mug flew clanked to the ground.

"The mug," Ollie whined.

I looked down, noticing the mug was broken. It wasn't as bad as the one at home, but it had a chip on the side. I looked up at the shelf full of mugs, but sadly, there were no more Father's Day mugs on there.

"Hey! What do you kids think you're doing?" a voice boomed from behind.

Ollie and I looked back to find both a man wearing a name tag, with a red polo all the workers wore, and a policewoman standing beside him with a pair of handcuffs in her hands. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing would come out.

"Not so talkative now that we've caught you, thief," the man snarled as the policewoman took a step behind me and pulled my hands behind my back, placing the handcuffs on them.

"What's this? The next thing you were going to shoplift?" the officer asked as she took the mug from my hands and showed it to me. Instead of looking at it, I just looked up at her light violet eyes, honestly terrified of what she would do.

"Let go of my sister!" Ollie protested as the officer yanked me up to my feet. "She's innocent! She's just trying to get a mug for our dad."

The officer didn't listen as she handed the mug over to the store employee. I watched as he shook his head as he looked down at it. His free hand ran through his dark colored hair.

"Look kid, you break it, you buy it. It's bad enough you had to con some little kid into this, but breaking someone else's property is a crime. So is shoplifting all the nik naks you did last week," the guy said.

"It wasn't Tami!" Ollie screamed. "I swear!"

I looked up at Ollie, seeing his face covered in tears. First, it was the mug he broke, and now it was me getting arrested for something I didn't do. If things kept going the way they did, he'd officially have the worst day every, and Peter would certainly have the worst Father's Day ever. I would open my mouth to say something, but the handcuffs around my wrists were cutting into my wrists.

What could I say to them? I mean, it wasn't like I had proof that it was me. They probably saw me change from Peter back to myself and assumed that I could easily get away with my Quirk. If there was someone with a lie detector Quirk or someone who could force me into telling the truth, then they could believe me for sure. The chances of that actually happening were slim to none.

Besides, I wasn't even sure if there was a Quirk like that.

"I have the money for the mug," I told them. "The money, it's in my back pocket. I-I'll pay for it. But I—"

"Oh, save it for court," the officer said before looking back at the employee. "Short blonde hair, short stature, right?"

They were talking about me. Thinking about it, I remembered the girl who bumped into me. She, too, had short blonde hair and was pretty short. I'd dare to say we looked similar, but we clearly didn't look the same. It was no wonder why they thought I was the thief.

It was all a big misunderstanding.

"What's going on over here?" a low voice asked.

Everyone looked up to see a Pro Hero standing in front of us. My eyes widened as I felt my body shake a bit. He was one of the more intimidating Pro Heroes, Herculean, all because his Quirk, Ultra Strength, caused his muscles to grow twice in size when needed. Even my little brother, who loved every single Pro Hero out there, scooted out of his way. I could tell in his chocolate-colored eyes that my brother was terrified.

Honestly, I didn't blame him. Herculean settled every single problem with mere force. His daughter, Power Girl, was the opposite, despite having the same Quirk as he did.

"We caught the thief," the officer explained. "Looks like we didn't need to call in for back up after all."

Herculean knelt down as he looked me in the eye. I could feel the sweat running down my forehead as his dark colored eyes stared into my soul. There wasn't really any feature about him that stood out except for the permeant glare that stayed on his face. Looking at it, I was certain I was a goner.

"Her eyes aren't blue," Herculean explained as he looked up at the two people behind me. "I thought you said the thief had blue eyes."

"I-uh, well," the employee stuttered. "She's a shapeshifter! She could have easily changed that feature on her face."

"My sister isn't that skilled to change one feature!" Ollie yelled. "Her Quirk is Biochange. She changes into other people she knows. That's it. Anything else and she passes out."

Herculean nodded his head in agreement, which was shocking. "Every Quirk has its limitations," the Pro Hero pointed out. "If this girl can turn into other people, I doubt she'd be able to change her eye color so easily. Let her go."

The officer behind me sighed, muttering something under her breath. It didn't take long for her to take the handcuffs off of me, and the moment they were gone, I rubbed my hands over my wrists. There were red marks all over them, making me wonder what in the world I was going to tell Peter and Mom when I got home.

While I did that, I noticed the store working handing me back the chipped mug he had taken from me. I looked down at it, tracing the letters with my finger, careful not to get close to the chip. At the very least, we got the mug back. It was broken, but it was better than giving Peter nothing. Certainly he'd understand.

Herculean cleared his throat, causing my head to snap up at him. He shook his head in disappointment, making me realize I must have zoned out for a moment.

"You can change into other people, right?" he asked. Without giving me a second to even answer, the Pro Hero asked his next question. "Did you have a chance to catch a glimpse of that thief passing through here?"

Slowly I nodded my head. I didn't need to ask him what he wanted from me. Instead, I just handed my brother the mug and closed my eyes. While I had only caught a glimpse of her, I knew if I concentrated hard enough, I could remember what she had looked like. After all, it was the least I could do to prevent them from catching people who looked like the thief, causing more trouble than usual.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed the store employee gasp. "That's her! That's the girl who kept stealing from this store every day!"

The officer shook her head. "Kid, we're going to need to take your picture, just so we can get the word out."

I nodded my head, and stood still as the officer wiped out her phone and snapped a picture of me. When she was done, I let myself transform into my normal self and pulled out my phone. Maybe, one day, I'd save up for a watch that had a timer on it, but for right now, I could only rely on my phone. Like my brother said, my Quirk had limitations. Just the other week, we learned that if I changed into someone too fast, I'd pass out. We were lucky about fifteen minutes passed by from when I changed into Peter to when I changed into the thief, otherwise I might have made a huge scene in front of all of them.

Ollie and I waited as the three talked, not knowing what to do. Occasionally, they'd ask us some questions, like if we saw what the thief took this time or what she was wearing. The Pro Hero would answer some of those questions, but the officer was insistent that we answered them before he did. I was almost positive she didn't truly believe us when we explained I wasn't the thief. Only Herculean seemed to truly believe us.

Towards the end of the interrogation, he looked me in the eye and crossed his arms. My brother scooted closer to me. If it wasn't because of how intimated he was, it was probably because Ollie didn't really like this particular Pro Hero.

"Next time, you two need to be more careful with what you're doing," Herculean explained. "If it wasn't for me, you'd probably be sitting in a jail cell until you were cleared by your parents."

My brother gulped as he heard that while I just hung my head. It wasn't Ollie's fault that this happened. Actually, it was neither of our faults. We were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Had we gotten the mug a few minutes before or after, or maybe gone somewhere completely different, we wouldn't have had to deal with any of this.

Yet, Ollie needed to get that mug for Peter. I looked down at him for a moment, realizing how important it was to him. Peter did everything for us, and Ollie wanted to let him know that he was really thankful that Peter was his dad. Honestly, I didn't blame him. It just sucked that the only mug here that said "#1 Dad" had chipped.

At least Peter wouldn't have to know about this. He wasn't one to get angry, but it scared me even more that he was alway so gentle with us. It honestly made him that much scarier because I had a feeling that if he would ever yell at us, then we would've screwed up.

"You two better pay for that mug and run along," Herculean said as I saw the blue mug being shoved towards me. I carefully took it out of his hands as I looked at him. "You don't want your dad to worry about you two."

We nodded our heads before I quickly yanked Ollie away. I could tell by looking at his face he wanted to argue that he wanted something that wasn't chipped to give Peter, but I didn't want to push our luck. If it wasn't for Herculean, we could've gotten into some major trouble.

Peter would just have to deal with a broken mug for Father's Day, as much as I hated the thought of it, that was the best thing we would be able to get him.

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Ollie and I anxiously waited as Peter unwrapped the small gift we got him. My brother insisted that we told him it was from both of us being that I had paid for it, even though I was fine with him taking all the credit. Then again, because of what happened at the mall, I didn't have time to call my friend to help me make the card I had planned for Peter. I was sure she wouldn't have minded as she would've loved to find any excuse to come to the mall, but at the same time, I didn't want to bother her.

Peter was sitting on his bed as he unwrapped it. I tore my gaze away from him as I saw the tray of food we had made him for breakfast. It was completely gone, with only one strip of bacon left. If Mom was home, she would have probably eaten half of his food, but she was at work already.

"Number one Dad," Peter read aloud, causing me to snap my head back at him. Just by looking at him, I could tell he liked it, despite the small chip on the side as he started to smile. His chocolate colored eyes were glued onto the mug for a moment before he looked up at us. "You two are the best kids I could have ever asked for."

He opened his arms for a hug, which Ollie would have normally would've jumped into. Instead, my brother just looked down and scratched the back of his head. I sighed as I looked back at Peter.

"I'm glad you like it," I told him. "But, I think Ollie's a bit disappointed. It was the only mug we could find, but it chipped."

Why it chipped, I never told Peter, but I could tell that was what was bothering Ollie as he looked down at the ground. His brown hair, that he shared with Peter, had flopped over his face to cover his embarrassment.

"Chipped?" Peter asked as he turned the mug over in his hands. "I thought that was on purpose. It'd be the perfect place for the string of my tea bag to hang from. It's perfect."

Ollie looked up. His mouth curved into a smile before he quickly leapt onto Peter. The mug that was in his hand fell. Seeing it fall, I could feel my heart stop. All that work we had put into finding the mug was about ready to shatter right in front of us. I didn't even think about it as I quickly knelt to the ground and caught it.

The moment it landed in my hands, Peter and Ollie looked down at me. A sigh escaped my lips as I sat down on the ground, happy that nothing happened to it.

Peter extended his arm out. At first I thought it was for the mug, but when I started to hand it over to him, he didn't seem to grab it. I looked up, noticing he just wanted a hug. As much as I wasn't the huggy type, I stood up on my feet and quickly gave him one.

Being wrapped in his arms, I felt warm and comforted.

"This has to be the best Father's Day ever," Peter explained as he squeezed both Ollie and me closer to him. "Thank you."

I closed my eyes and smiled. We might not have told Peter what happened to get that mug, but even so, he just seemed to be grateful that we were all together. In all honesty, I was just happy to spend the day with him too.

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