take no shits, give no shits.
cause infinite damage

"MIDORIYA-SAN, DO YOU have a hero name in mind?" Midnight questioned, standing at the front of the classroom with her hands on her hips. Hips that Ivette craved to run her hands along, feel the smooth curves. She reigned in her horniness. Ivette did not need another fight with Bakugo over her bisexuality. He didn't care much for her preferences; it only mattered when he could fucking feel it.

Ivette tore her gaze away from her lower body, eyes travelling upwards. She met the pro hero's gaze, shrugging. "I'll just go with my name."

Her classmates were shocked.

"Wha- why?!"

"Waste of my time," she replied.

The lump of yellow in the corner of the room awakened, wine-coloured eyes peering at the female lounging at the back, looking around with an uninterested expression.

"You have to choose one," he deadpanned.

"Fine," Ivette sighed. She pondered over various names in her head until a flash of a man kneeling on the ground flittered through her mind.

Her spine straightened immediately. Her legs clenched together.

"Loki."

Class 1-A and their teachers stared at the girl in confusion and curiosity. "Loki?"

"The Norse God of Mischief?" Yaoyorozu wondered. "Is that why?"

Ivette snorted, "No. Cause he looks hot in the movies."

Bakugo's eyebrows twitched in irritation. He turned in his seat, fingers digging into the back of his chair. Ivette could feel his emotions through their bond, and her lips quirked upwards, eyes gleaming vexatiously under the artificial lights installed in the ceiling.

"Loki doesn't sound too bad," Midnight hummed, tapping her chin. "Mind Hero: Loki."

"Mind?" Ivette asked, her face scrunching up. "Why mind?"

"Your powers are predominantly telepathy and telekinesis," her teacher explained. She tapped the side of her head. "That's to do with your mind."

"But it sounds weird." Ivette exhaled deeply, stretching her arms out in front of her. "Well, whatever. It will do."

Midnight clapped her hands. "Splendid. That means we're all done!" She looked over to her colleague. "Care to take over, Aizawa?" The said male physically deflated, hoping to get some more rest in. He unzipped the sleeping bag and left it hanging halfway off his body, shuffling over to stand behind the large wooden box that all classes had. Ivette had no idea what they were called, nor did she care enough to find out.

"Now that everyone's decided on their hero names," he started, grabbing the large list of papers in his hand, "we'll go back to talking about the internships. They will last for a week. As for where you'll have them, those who had offers from pros will be given your own lists, so you can choose from those yourself. Those who didn't have offers will choose from among forty agencies around the country..."

Ivette tuned out the rest of Aizawa's explanation. She twirled her pen in her hand, moving it between fingers, bored out of her mind. A thought struck her, and she faltered. It wasn't hers. She glanced to the side, eyes landing on Iida and narrowing suspiciously.

"̸̰̥͓̭̘̖͛̍́͒̔̓̿̕ͅḦ̷̼͙̬́̈̑͐̊̓̈͘ȩ̷̝͙͙̾͊̑̋̇͛̕ ̵̳̦̼̤̥̻̌͒̀̒̇̑͝ͅr̷̨͚͈̖̙̞̍͋̒͘ė̵͇̟̳̪̀̑̾͆̕e̴̯̜̾̓k̸͎͙̂̓́͑̆͘s̸̳̻̠̰͎͕̻͗͊ ̵̦͕̞̦̼̮̼̿ǫ̴̗̣̤̬̋̐̕f̴͎̳̼̼̩̪͎̦͊͛̓́̊ ̶̧̨̤̪̹̍͜ͅͅh̵͙̻̞͍̤̽͆̽͗͑̐͗a̵̼̲͘͝t̸̢͓̗̝̪͔̋̓̍͋̓̐́ṙ̵̻̥̲̪̹̼̘̹̍̃̊̏̌͘͝e̸̤͗̇̈́̿͝͝͝d̴̜̰̙͚͍̺̆̌͝͝ͅ.̵̧̢̣̪̪̙̱́͒͋̽̽͠ ̶̨̤̠͈̻̯̯̙̀̐̓̍̅̈́̇Ó̵̩̔̿͋̅̃f̶͕̪̬̼̥̹̽̽ ̷̺̀d̵̼̰̯̯͕͋͝e̵̤͕͇̠̻̗̫͙̿̎͗̄̆̈́͗͌s̶̢̰̥̖̣͎̟̠̃͝p̶̻̲̃̿͋̅͝e̶̡̼̞̰̊͆̚͜r̴̢̢̺͈̖̗͙̠̎͋̿̏͛̔͘ā̴̗̝͚̣͔̹̱̍̌̏̕t̵̜̪̝̓̕i̷̱̖̊̃̏͝o̷̧̝̗̹̎͑̐͘n̵̲̘̳͉͆̀͜ ̵̢̨̭̗͖̬͈͗͂̀a̶̢̹̋̓̒͠n̶̹͚̟͖͓̍̈́̎̌̎̔͜d̴̰̿̏̅̀́̌͋͠ͅ ̷͕̰͔̣͙͋̄̍͊̈́̌f̷̺͍̯̳͖̒͆e̸͇̙͈͙̓́̐̓͐á̷̡̘̥̠̩́̃̈́̂̂͠͠r̸̡̢̩͓͝͝.̶͔̞̪̭͂̄̀͘"̶̬̗͇͔̮̲̈́͌̋̈͗̑̏̿͜ͅ

He plans on killing someone.

The entity nodded. Years have passed and Ivette could see the being that resided in her head. Their bond grew as the seasons passed.

"Are you okay?" Todoroki asked in a hushed voice, careful not to garner the attention of their teachers.

Ivette was thrown out of her thoughts. She nodded cooly. "Yeah."

Aizawa handed out the papers as the school bell echoed in the background, signalling the start of lunch. With the way her classmates buzzed with excitement, an ache started protruding in her head. Ivette raised her hand and massaged her temples.

"̴̡̞̯̿͋̿̕Ỳ̴̢̳͉̈́̏̈́͘͜ͅͅo̷̙̼̖͗̍͒̆̿u̵̢͕̮̮͖̳̲̲̓̐̐̋̓́͐r̵̨̘̟͚̃̓̍ ̶̛̫̈́̽͝p̵̫̜̄̓͋͊̍̎͌ó̶̧̖̲̠̈́͜w̷͚̬͕͒̉̍͋̆̄͝͠é̷͈r̸̛͓͖̀͛ś̷̗̞̪͇͖̬̃͌͛́̓̈ ̸̩̱͖̦̳̈́̄͝ả̸̡̡̜͕̈̑r̷͔̯̫̥̖̘̣̤͂͗̃̓̅̃e̵̡̲͗̆̈́͋̂ ̴̰͔̯̹͚̀̎͘͝g̷̢͖̈r̴̛̰̝̭̜͇̺̞̣̎͂̑̇̇̊o̵͕͖͔͐͒̐̋́̽̿͘w̵̱̍̍͊̎̓̽̚ḯ̸̠̞͍̟̙̓̾́͘͘̕ņ̵̫̗͈̀͒ḡ̸͇̤̟̤̹̝̻̠̽̽̈̎́̃.̷͕̰̙̖͚̬̭̈́͛͝"̴̘̖̊͋͛̓͠

It's becoming a pain in my ass.

"̵̢͎̠͖̠̙̰̮̒̈́̕͠͠Ḿ̷̡͙͖̯͎̞̏̄̚̚y̵̻͐̒ ̵̛̫͍͙̚͝d̸̡̛͍̲̋̍ȩ̵̺̦̮̅͝ā̸̛͇͓̬̖͚̈́͗̊̓̕͝r̵̹͖̳̖͊,̴̳͉͚̘̍̅̔̈́͂̒͂ ̶̝̎̓̎y̴̨̦̙͑̕͝o̴͇̞͖͒̇͊̒̓͝ư̴̥̱̜̈́̔́͒͘ ̶̟̽a̵̪̹̞̘͊͆̿̿͜r̵̜̎ȩ̷̟̝͇̤̳͂̔̎̈́̈́̐̾͜͜ ̸͇̞̀̓͗́̑̂̕͜͝d̶̜̲̦͊ȉ̵̯̤̳̄ș̷̛͔͇̆̅̆͂̎̚͜į̵̟̜̮̤̾̌̔̓l̶̨̢͉̤̻̿͘ͅĺ̴̢̢̛̰̬͔̝͍̮̽̿̅̓̕u̴̡̨͎͎̹͒͛̈̀͑͝s̷̡̛̤̟̉̈́̾͘͜ỉ̷̧̧̥͉̎ö̸̱̱͖́̈́̈̔͘n̷̯̅͌͛̔e̵̢̡̝͈͊̿͛͝ḑ̵̬̭̞̺̹͝.̴̨͎͙̥̮̘̾̄ ̸̨̙͎̺̹̣̔̂́́Y̵̠̣͖̘̰͂̋̈́̆̈̅̚̕o̵͕̗͚͘ͅu̵̢̯̗̳͂́͌̈́̚ ̷̡̨̝̈́̔̓̚d̷̛̗̦͗̊̽́o̸͉͖̳̫͍͂̏̐͝n̷̡̻̰̺̰̖̖͊̇̿̿̿̔̚̕͜'̸̰̘̝͑̀ͅt̵̥̻̯̦͊́͌ ̸̹͍̱͊͗̔͋̈́h̵̪̫͓͈̀ḁ̶̦̫̦̞̳͂̈́v̶̢̪̦̘̪͖͂̈̓̋̋̉͌̚͜e̵̛̳̞͇̰͒̒͛̎́̚ ̸̡̼̦̹̱̯͐͌́̊͠ͅͅȁ̷͓̩̥̐̌̇̓͌͑ņ̴̤͙̦̺̄̇̅̌͜ ̷̣̬͉̞̭͙͍̂͑͘͝à̶͇͓̹͉͇̖͆̋̕ș̸̡̢̦̭̭̖͈̌s̴̡̯͍͓͚̬͑͑̅̏.̷̠̼̑̈́̽͜͝ͅ ̸̨̛́͆̋Y̵̛͉̐͑̐̌o̷̪̻̝͂ū̷̫͔͘'̴͈̒̎̌͘ŗ̸̛͓͚̹͍̬̗͐̈̏̓̂͑́é̴͕͍̃̋̇̈́ ̷̛͍̱͇̜̥̞̱͇́̈́͘̕͝͠ą̵͉͔̬̎̌̇̽͛s̶̺̺̀͛ ̴͇̖̐̌́̅͋̀f̸̠̭̪͈̝̺̻͋͛̒̾̿͛̎͝l̵̡̪͈̺̼͑̏̒̈́͌͘͝͝a̷̙͇͋̆́̈́͠t̶̡͛ͅ ̷͖̻͑̒́̀͛à̵̻̫̪̩͆͛̓̏̕̚s̶͚̤̓͛ ̵̞͋̉͑́̊̚á̶̛͇͎̩̗͑̔͆͠ ̶͓́̋̉̉̀̐͘p̷̧̛̙̤̪̰̠͐͊̆̅͐͝a̷̮͌̀͗̀n̷̺̼̉̄̋̑͝c̶̺̩͓̫̱̞͌̀͌̀̃͜͠ḁ̸͕̦͌̽k̶̪̺̙͕̪̲͊̈͂̽ẹ̶̛̰̝̭͒͆.̷̨̛͓̪̖̦͓͉̒̈̑̚"̷̟̼̼̜̈̊

Motherfu—

"̶̢̯̺̬̜̖͈̪̅͝T̶͓͓̻̍u̷̳͇̫͒̄̆͌̋̍͝t̶͙̏̑̈̅̑̂͆,̶̢̞̞̼͇̜͉̓͜ ̶̙̻͖͓͔̝̖͙̓̃͊t̵̢̥̬̭̪̖̗͗͂̀̓ͅü̷̠̉̽̌́͛̓̕t̸̰̳͕̟̻̼̓͝.̵͓̬͓̯͖͖̹̒̍̈́ ̵̨̛̤͈̣̠̉̿̾̍͊̃͜N̴̨͓͕͕̩̉̈́̊o̴̢̧̲̩͚̬͈͋̾̃̈́́̿̚ ̵̺͖̞̠̤̟̳̙̏̊̎̑̀́͝s̶͇̭̯̫̝̑̆͒̀̿̕w̵̛̫̰̫͕͎̰͚̒̓̈̀̚è̵͙̬͉͐̃̓̔ä̸̠͎̻̙̺̣́̎̎̚͘r̶̢̟͖̄́̓͒̒̕̕i̴̱̗͔̰͠ͅn̸͚̜̰͇̅̀́̈́̕ͅǵ̷͉̈́̒̍̂͝.̸̧̛̺͕̪̣̖̰̒̀̽͝ ̷̻́̊Y̴̥̩̻͖̽̂ő̶͉̮̮͂̈̀̆͘u̸̧̾'̸̦̬̤̊r̶̪̻̱͇̘̝̈́͛̈̒͋̑͌͘ë̵͎́͒͗̂̆̚ ̵̳̭͉̳͈͜͝ś̶̝͉̠̰̞̪̯͆͋̆͑͋͗̄t̷̮̖͇̜̣̰͖̜́̉͑̆̃͋̕ḯ̵̧̛̥̝͎̠͇̖͉̆l̶̯̞̝͙̦͙̬̍͊̑̕͠ļ̵̅̾̆̇̒͘ ̶̻͂̈̿̑̊̀͠a̶̧͍̝̝͖̝͍̮̓̓͝ ̴̖̳̦͌̀͗̉ć̷̲̻̚͝ẖ̴͇̳͓̃̀̇̌̑̿͒̚i̴̡͉̩̠̜̙̒́̃͛̌͆̓͛l̵͓͇̟̤̋d̷̮͓̻̈̇͛͆̈̑.̶̢̙̦̘̬̟̏̈́̽̿̓͆̅̐͜"̵͖̼̰̎̊͋̃̀̓̆͝

Fuck you.

"̴͔̤̮͛̽ͅÇ̶̀̾ą̶̡͍͔͕̭̬̿̆͒͑̐̈́ņ̴͇̥͈̟̫͊̋̓'̸̮̅̾̈́̋͒͠͝t̶̡̡̝̗͛̆͛̀̊͝.̷̢̘͚̖̩̰͇͌̂̏̈ͅ ̶̧̛̩͈̞̖̫̮͑̓̅̓̎̿͗Ĭ̶̙̈̅̋ ̵̻͗̆̂̒̈̈́ȍ̷̢̤̬͈̟̊̂́̏͝n̵̝͇̯͎̹̉̂͜l̴͔̤̗̞̆̋͐ẙ̶̨͈͈͕̖̮̐̉ ̸̢̛̖̹̥̳͛͛͛̋̾̚e̸͕̲̭͍͑̀̾͗x̸̨͔̠͓͕̝̺̉̏̈́͑̉͝ị̷͙̖͍̭͖́͝s̶͓̙͚̹̦̀̓͗t̴̤̗̐̀̇̔͝͠͠ ̴̜͉̃́̑̽ḭ̷̩̣͖͔̱̥̦̓̑̚n̶͚̔̈́́̏̇͝͝ ̸͎̹̦͖̱͚̈̍̈́̾́̕̕͝ỳ̸̞̃͋̏͐̋͜o̸̼͇̯̦͎̮̼̝͒̑̽u̸̗͓͐͑r̶̟̟̥͖͇̫͂̈̆͌̄͛̆ ̸̡̫̹̰̻̘̖̇̂͑h̸̡̜̞͇̲͙̮̉̄͊͋́̕e̵̜̰̬͛̈́͐̈̅͛a̷̡̛̛̠̼̼͉̬̦͌͒̿̊̒d̵̘̤̠̖̠̓.̷̼͎̞̝͉̌̓̏̃͌͋̕ ̴͎̪̤̊͌͛́͜A̸̼͙̓s̴̨̊͋̓̊k̶̩͊̆̈́̒̀̆͋͘ ̸̛̺̳̳̻͎̈͜ͅÿ̵̨̠̖̭͚͇͓̈́͘ơ̵̢͒̔̇̅̔͆u̶̢͎̖͍͉͍̳͓̐̆́ṛ̶̨̙̖̭̫̰̐̈́̌̀͋̉̑ͅ ̵̡̮̘̱̰͚̹̆̊ṣ̷̞̻̲̪̖͝o̵̙̟̥͌̿̆͝͝ŭ̶̡͍̝͚̞̳͎̄̽̀l̸̹̣͕̬̹̝̹͛͆m̶̰̳̼̱͋̃̄́̇̕a̷̧̳̞̤̰͔̋͜͝t̶̹̫̻̳̯̺͎̔̒̓̓̐̋̎̾ë̸̘̯͎͖͖̈́͑̂s̶̨̡̢͕͕̲̦̼͒̎͛̀͋͘͝ ̷̧̄̔͐̄͑t̶̡̧̮̠̦̖̱͎̽̾̈o̶̻͔̯̭̿͝ͅ ̷̨̱̣̟̈́̑̑̋͗͜h̸̙̍͋̕e̷͕̙̣̮̝̰̳̲̓̆͋̌̄͝͝l̷̢̘͈̦̻͙̈́͐̂͜p̸̰̭͙̺̃̎͛͗͐́̀ ̵̠̍̂̄͂̎y̷̟̙̣̼̪̼̭͑͂̾̈͆͒̕o̸̮̜͖̜̥̖͉͌͗̊̃̓̚͝ṳ̶̧̭͎̙́̿̈́̕͠ ̶̖̃̈́̏̏͐̂͘ẁ̵̡͓̤̹̮̮͍͚ḯ̸̻̝͔̮̩̯̒̒̐͜t̴̜͐̐ḩ̴̪̤͎̫͑͋̒̒̊̚͜͝ͅ ̸̨̪̬̠͚̃͂͐͐ẙ̶̡̨͍́̄̃̕͠ō̵̡͙̲̄̈́͜ͅu̵͕͒̽̈ṟ̴̻̺͆̈́͛͜͜͝ ̴͍̪̃͜p̸̦̳̙̣̘̪̎̓̓̓e̸̡̩̗̎͆̎͌̚͠n̷̨̖̘̮̩͂͊̇̿t̶̖̺̳͜͝-̶̞̫͕͙̂̈́̈̆͐̍̔̏ư̴̦̭͇͉͇̙̿̾̎̕̕͜p̵̧̧̛̼͇̜̥ ̴̨̻̤͙̙̜̏͐̆̊̈́̑ͅě̶̛͕̥̺̥͙͖̪ņ̶͈̘̤̗̀͗̏͛̓̈́͂̚e̸̛̞͓͚̼͋̍̀͌͐̅r̴̘̰͔̃͜g̵͚̺͆͌͒͑̃͋̓͘y̴̧͇͕͗̈́̅͝.̵̳̳͉̝̠̙̣̔"̴̥̰͓̋

"I still can't believe you got over three thousand offers!" bubbled Ashido, hopping over to the green-haired girl's desk, Kaminari and Kirishima following behind her. "That's so cool!"

Ivette hummed, idly skimming through the papers on her desk.

Her power had amazed many professional heroes, as well as her ability to think quick on her feet, moving through the tournament with ease. Others, however, found her proclamation regarding her refusal to fight the very beings made for her admirable. A new ideal in a world that praised the destruction of heroes for their own safety—their own sake.

Emerald eyes caught sight of a name that piqued her curiosity, but above all, lit a raging fire in her soul. Her fingers clenched around the paper.

"Shoto," she called.

He looked over, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah?"

"Here." Ivette passed the paper over to him and watched as he scanned the various names, landing on the same one on his list. Hetero-coloured eyes widened. A wave of indignation swept through their bond.

"Why is he asking for you, too?" he seethed.

Ivette rose a brow. "Too?"

Todoroki handed her his paper, and she saw the same agency on it.

"How curious," she mused. Ideas flashed in her mind, and a wicked smirk spread across Ivette's face. "How curious, indeed."

Kirishima, Kaminari and Mina stared at them in confusion, feeling oddly left out.

"Are you two okay?" Kirishima asked his soulmates.

"Huh? Oh, it's fine," Ivette disregarded, waving it off. The ache in her skull continued to grow, whispers flooding into her mind, all of which did not belong to her. A frown tugged at her lips, and she stood from her chair. "I'll be back."

Jirou turned to look at her. "Where are you going?"

"Out," was all she said, departing from the classroom and making her way through the hallways, uncaring towards the flurry of emotions seeping through the bond connecting her soul with three others. She didn't have time for this shit. Everything was becoming too much. Her senses were heightened; pure adrenaline ran through her veins.

It was overwhelming, to say the least.

Climbing up the stairs, Ivette pushed the doors open, inhaling the fresh breeze passing by her, a calming meditation, a stark contrast to her occupied mind. She walked to the end, placing her arms on the metal railings guarding the school's roof. With dread and anxiety coiling around her stomach, Ivette slipped her hand into her blazer's pocket, grabbing the long, sleek device and bringing it to her lips. She hallowed her cheeks and sucked lightly at the tip. Tilting her head back, Ivette caught sight of the brilliance of the everlasting sky. A deep exhale of nicotine had her shoulder sagging, tension alleviating.

"Oh, sorry," came a sonorous voice. "I didn't know there'd be anyone else here."

Piercing emerald orbs darted to the side, spotting a familiar purple-haired boy standing a few feet away from her.

"It's fine," Ivette said, grey vapours flowing past her mouth. Bringing a finger to her face, she placed it against her lips, a cheeky gleam kindling in her eyes.

Shinso snorted.

He took out his own vape. Amusement thrummed through Ivette. "Flavour?"

"Mango," he answered.

"Hm. I've never had that before. Is it good?"

Wordlessly, Shinso handed the glossy blue-coloured device to her. "You decide."

Ivette took it. She inhaled deeply, a shiver racing down her spine as the cool fruitiness tumbled down her throat, lingering at the corners of her mouth.

"Good?"

"Yeah. Want to try mine?"

"Sure." They traded devices, and Ivette watched with a curl of her upper lip, beyond entertained when he started coughing. "Holy shit. That's strong. How much is that?"

"50mg."

Shinsou's eyes widened comically. "How?"

"Massive balls."

Deep, husky laughter ricocheted throughout the empty roof, the two standing side by side, accepting each other as company during their hectic day. "Well, you certainly showed them during the Sports Festival."

A gentle, serene silence blanketed their shoulders. Shinso and Ivette detoxed themselves in a very unhealthy way, exhaling away their troubles. Shinso couldn't help but take in Ivette's appearance: soft wisps of green hair swept past an ear and caressed the skin of her neck, jaw, cheeks and around her rather beautiful, profound eyes. Rimmed with thick, long, dark lashes that brushed her cheeks every time she blinked, those glossy emerald orbs held many deep-seated emotions — suffering, loneliness, longing...a carnal desire Shinso had no knowledge of.

Even if he held no attraction for her, the sleepy teen wasn't an idiot. She was divine. From the way she walked to the way she talked. Every aspect of Ivette Midoriya was goddess-like.

"Say, Shinso, right?" Ivette questioned.

"Yeah. Hitoshi Shinso."

She hummed, staring out into the baby blue firmaments, swirls of white and grey passing by in the form of clouds. "Would you mind helping me train?"

Shinsou did a double-take.

"Train you? Me?" His brows furrowed incredulously. "Why?"

"Your quirk is incredible. The ability to control people with just a word; it's something that has many advantages in this corrupt world. Changing the way people think, the way they act. Altering anything about them that you wish." Ivette turned to him with honest, genuine eyes. "I want to be able to do that."

"Why?"

"Reasons," she deviated. "Anyway, will you help me? I only want the best of the best."

Shinsou was touched. Sincerely. All his life, he had been called a villain because of the quirk he was born with. They told him he was horrible—taking away a person's freedom? Choice? Willingness? It was monstrous. He was a monster.

(there was only one monster on that roof. and it wasn't him)

"I'll try?" he hesitated.

Ivette lit up. "That's all I ask."

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Evening ascended upon the world, the slanting rays of the setting sun giving a warm orange tinge to the country, amber and marigold washing into the windows of UA High School. With the school day completed, students exited the building, ready to head home and unwind or prepared to cram the knowledge they missed out on into their heads, either for self-gain or mandatory obligation.

Ivette walked to the entrance, opening her assigned locker and taking out the pair of shoes inside. She slipped them on and kept her other shoes inside, making sure they weren't dirty at the bottom.

"What?" she heard a familiar brunette exclaim. "You got an offer? That's great, Deku!"

"Y-Yeah."

Ivette rounded the corner, spotting her twin looking inside Iida's locker.

"I'd watch out for him, if I were you."

The soulmate duo whirled around, spotting Ivette walking up to them.

"What do you mean?" Izuku questioned.

"Something's happened to him," Ivette elucidated. "Well, to his brother, from what I can tell. I don't know if you know or not, but keep an eye on him. Something's not right."

Uraraka smiled softly. "Thank you for telling us."

Ivette only nodded her head. She knew how worried her brother was for his friend, a concept quite foreign to her. However, that was simply because Ivette hadn't taken the time to actually make friends. Their classmates sort of followed her around, whether she liked it or not. Ivette was happy with her twin and her soulmates. Everyone else were just side characters living in her world.

"Come on, Zuku. Mom's waiting for us."

They bid goodbye to Uraraka and walked home together. Under the setting sun and the rising moon, wombmates walked together. Similar individuals. From their looks to their almost matching DNA. The only difference? One's soul was predominantly darker than the other. One's heart tore easier than the other. One's mind was hellishly asphyxiating than the other.

One would suffer more than the other.

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Fingers laced together, Shoto Todoroki and Ivette Midoriya hopped onto the bullet train together, their school-issued cases in hand. The space was packed with people, and the soulmate duo stayed beside the door, choosing to stand rather than sit. They were proper and polite; they left the vacant seats for the elderly.

Ivette leant her head on the taller's shoulder, pressing herself against Todoroki to avoid touching anyone else. She squeezed her eyes shut, fingers gripping the handlebar of her case tightly, knuckles whitening, nails imprinting crescents into her palm.

Todoroki glanced down with a frown. He could see the pained expression painted across her face, the crease in her brows, the subtle feeling crawling through their bond. "Ivette?"

"I'm fine," she lied. A metaphorical axe struck her head, wedging into the most sensitive parts of her brain, allowing in a rush of thoughts that were not hers. It hurt. It hurt her so much. But was she ever going to tell anyone? No. Fuck vulnerability. Ivette was a total badass. A queen. Her quirk wasn't going to rule over her. She refused to let it dictate her life. She was going to rule over it.

So, Ivette straightened her back and plastered on her best facade.

Shoto wasn't fooled, and he couldn't help but worry. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You did," she replied.

"Can I ask you two questions?"

"You already did."

"Can I ask you four questions?"

"You just did."

His frown deepened. "When?"

"Just now."

A blank look was all she received, and Ivette laughed, the bell-like sound slithering through the compact vehicle. Gazes looked their way, a fondness propagating through strangers' bodies, adoring the sight of a young couple enjoying their time together.

"Ivette," he whined quietly, not too fond of this game they were playing.

"I'm only teasing you, Shoto," she purred, standing on the tip of her toes and brushing her lips against the base of his jaw. "What is it?"

"Why did you pick dad's agency?"

Oh? Dad?

"Well, I figured I'd give you some company," she answered honestly. No, that's a lie. It was a half-truth at best. But was Ivette really going to tell her soulmate that she was ready to beat the living daylights out of his father and call it training? No chance in hell.

"I can handle him."

Ivette softened. She reached up and cupped his face, smiling as her soulmate all but melted into her touch. "I know, Sho. I'm doing this for my own benefit, too. He's the number two hero for a reason. There should be something useful he could give me."

Todoroki didn't look convinced. "If you say so."

Her lips curled into a smile.

They were too good for her. All of them.

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Burning embers illuminated the dark firmaments, flames leaping and dancing as they consumed both objects and beings. Smoke engulfed the air, a dark grey veil shielding the once perfect blue sky. Accompanying the smoke were the screams of people and loud, abhorrent roars. Ivette stood by her soulmate and his father, various sidekicks working at Endeavor's agency around them. Bewilderment flashed through her mind, along with terror, fear, horror—most of which were not hers.

At the worst time possible, Ivette snorted, "So much for a peaceful internship."