death follows her like a shadow

WARMTH. PURE, FOND WARMTH. That was what Ivette Midoriya woke up to that lovely day. Green-coloured eyes fluttered open, a tuff of spikey blond hair brushing against her skin. She scrunched her nose at the tickling sensation. Bakugo's arms tightened around his soulmate, his head buried into the soft valleys of her chest.

"Katsuki," Ivette called gently.

He grunted, but gave no other reply.

Ivette sighed softly. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, gently scratching the base of his neck— just where she knew he liked it. Bakugo sighed softly, content. His muscles loosened, and his soul relaxed. With his soulmate near him, safe and sound, the lingering tension dissipated.

"When did you come?" she asked.

"Two hours ago," he answered. "Your Mom let me in."

Ivette hummed, quiet and low. She felt Bakugo shuffle closer, squeezing her to his chest. She allowed the action. She slotted his legs between hers, throwing one over his and drawing him closer. If it had been any other person, if it had been Kirishima or Todoroki, then something sexual was bound to occur with the suggestive actions — well, considering how cute and gentlemen-like those two were, I doubt anything would have happened. Maybe with Kirishima. Certainly not with the traumatised, scar-faced child with mommy AND daddy issues.

Sucks to suck, I guess.

...I think y'all know what my reply is.

Moving on! Bakugo nuzzled his face into the crook of Ivette's neck, golden streams of sunlight pouring in through the half-opened window. The afternoon breeze flittered inside, gently urging the new beige-coloured curtains to dance with them in the amber hue.

"How long was I asleep for?"

Bakugo shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. You were asleep when I arrived."

"And were you just watching me?"

The tips of his ears reddened.

He didn't answer.

( okay, edward cullen )

Ivette laughed faintly. She curled her fingers into Katsuki's blond hair, holding back her snickers at its tamed style. It seemed Bakugo's hero internship was more of a training on his manners and looks rather than his abilities. No doubt the blond was pissed.

And Ivette knew better than to poke the lion when he was aggravated. So, instead, she urged him closer and inhaled his sweet scent of smoked caramel, tension fading, her muscles relaxing as she finally found peace.

In the arms of her soulmate.

In the place she called home.

"I was worried about you," came a weak, uttered whisper. Ivette held onto him tighter.

"I know."

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Laughter erupted from a daughter's bedroom; a smile stretched across a mother's face. Inko stood in the kitchen, preparing three bento boxes for the kids residing in her house that morning. Bakugo had stayed the night, cuddling up with Ivette as compensation for not being in her presence for a whole week. He wasn't jealous that Todoroki had her for that period. No, of course, he wasn't. In fact, the hero-in-training was glad to hear about their shared moments. He was especially glad to hear how Ivette almost whooped Endeavor's ass. If they shared one thing in common, it was the deplorable desire to prove themselves to those who doubted them and their skills. And, right now, Ivette was ready to train her quirk in every possible way in order to enact revenge on the hero.

"Come on, you lazy shit," Bakugo yelled, pounding his fists on the bathroom door rapidly. "School starts in half an hour."

"And?" Ivette returned from inside. "It's thirty minutes. We'll get there in twenty."

Bakugo huffed. "Whatever! I'm going outside." All dressed in his uniform, Katsuki was anxious to see his other soulmates. He was ready to wrap them in his arms and lean against them, ready to find tranquillity once more. "You better be ready in five minutes, or I'm dragging you outside. I don't give a fuck if you're ready or not!"

He left in haste. Ivette laughed.

She stared at herself in the mirror.

The smile on her face dropped.

How forgetful life was, and death— how retentive. Ivette Midoirya lived in the gap between essence and flow, neither being nor becoming. She was not allowed to die. The voice in her head made sure of that. Ivette drifted between earth and death, which seemed, finally, strangely alike.

She reached forward, the pads of her fingers brushing against the cool glass. Over her heart's trembles, there flowered an ache. She was aware; obviously, she was aware. She was in pain. The scars etched onto her skin spoke a million words silently. She, who had chaos dwindling in her eyes, a multiverse in her mind, took the universe's breath away. Ivette looked as if she walked in a sacred, argent moondust, stars sprinkling in her hair. Magic tumbled from her pretty lips when she spoke their language— the world sighed in unison.

Sucking up her courage, putting on her best mask, Ivette exited the bathroom. She waltzed out of her bedroom and greeted her family with a smile plastered onto her face.

They were fooled.

Emerald eyes that once shone with the beauty and rarity of a thousand suns seemed to dim, holding nothing but an empty shell. She was an empty shell.

Save her, please.

Somebody.

Before it became too late.

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Entering the packed classroom, Sero and Kirishima howled with laughter upon seeing Bakugo's new hairstyle. A marvellous statement, if I do say so myself. "Seriously?! Seriously, Bakugo?!"

"Stop laughing!" he barked. "My hair's gotten used to it, so it won't go back even after I wash it!" That didn't stop them. "Hey, stop laughing!" The pomeranian was shaking with anger. He clenched his hand into a fist, eyes narrowing dangerously. "I'll kill you!"

"I'd like to see you try, Side-Part boy!"

Bakugo stomped his foot on the ground. "What'd you say?!"

And just like that, his hair poofed up.

The two mischievous best friends died.

"It's back!" they cried simultaneously.

The rest of the class discussed their internships. Whether or not they had a good one was kept locked away in their hearts, hidden among their vast insecurities.

Ivette could hear it all.

She sat at her desk, plopping her headphones in. She didn't need any distractions.

Todoroki offered her a small smile when she took her seat; Ivette returned it. He could see the strain, but like always, if Ivette didn't want to bring it up, he left it.

He wasn't one to pry.

Better yet, he didn't know how to.

Shoto was afraid of crossing a line and losing the people he loved oh, so much. To the brink of madness. To the brink of death. He would go to hell and back if they asked. Maybe.

He was, at the end of the day, a hero in training. It had always been his aspiration. Would he save his soulmates should they ever go down the wrong path? Of course. But would he choose the world before them? Would he, Shoto Todoroki, kill them, his beloved soulmates, in order to live up to his dream? In order to fulfil his job?

I guess we wouldn't know.

Not until later.

"But the ones who changed the most," began Kaminari, turning his attention away from the perverted, comedic-relief character to the four students sitting and/or standing at the back of the classroom, "or at least went through the most were you four, right?"

"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Sero, Bakugo's hand clenched around the back of his shirt, elevating him above the ground. "The Hero Killer, right?"

Kirishima was in the same predicament. He didn't mind, though. He could feel the tingles erupting along his skin, and that had contentment washing over him. The redhead smiled softly at his soulmates and friends, relief evident in his eyes. "I'm glad you guys made it out alive! Seriously."

"I was worried," added Yaoyorozu, a hand pressed to the tie looped around her collar.

"Endeavor saved you, right?" Sato asked.

Ivette wanted to snort.

That pathetic shit did nothing.

But she kept her mouth shut. She promised she wouldn't speak a word. And Ivette Midoriya never broke her promises.

"T̵̡͎̪̝̣̘̥̬̭̲͛͒̈́̐͗̒̾͋̽̕̚͜͝͝e̸̫͕̥͚̭̟̜̪͔͌͗̐̆̑͒̿̅͛̍̀l̷̡̥͕͕̞̜̬̺͈̥̗̣̦͑͐̉ļ̷̩̦̜̱͇͈̥̠̭̱̹͎͌̀͂͛́̌͌ ̴̡͓̻̟̬̲̞̦̜͉̝̳͔̎̇̓̑̈́̕t̷̛̞͍̗̺̳̯̞̼̐̈͒̏̾͘h̷̢̖̞͛͌̒͒̌̓͘͠ȩ̵̱͔̘̉͗̀̍̇̐͜ͅm̵̛͎͗͗͝,̷̧̢̫̯̖͖͈͖̹̔̉͌" she heard Bruno say, a ghosting presence in her brain. "Ț̷̖̮̹̜̓̔̎̀͐ę̶̝̻̫̥͖̙̼̬̮͉̎̅̀̋̄̏͆̔̓̒ļ̶̧̛̛̼̜̠̦͎̣̋͋͊̀̅͘͝ͅl̶̡̢͖̞̩̫̥̳̩̳͛̀ ̸͇̯̖͙̳̺͋̌͌̂̎́̍͝t̸̠̥̙͈̂̈́͌̕̕h̴̟̩̗̖͎̑̏͝è̴̜͚͇̀͆̌̽́̒̈́͂̋͘m̸̗̥͙̄̒̓ ̵̧̨̛͓͙̲̙̝̹̈͂̒̆͂͊h̴̢̝̪̯͔̝̫̘̘͎͍͛̊̐̀͋ỗ̷̞͓͕͑w̸̩͛̕̕ ̷͈̘̗͍̹͕̜̯̊͐̀ỳ̶̛͙̪̪̳̹̙͂̋̿̅̿͆̈́̈́̚o̴̧̭̗̔͊ǔ̸̗̠̱̬͇͇̌ ̶̣̼̘͓̮̹̹̞͐̒̒̚͜͠t̸͈̞̼͈͈͍̗̗̓o̶̮͒ơ̵̦̳̜̏̐͌̏̏k̵̺̤͚͎̞͉̤͕̯͈̑̅͛̑̀͗̓͝͠͝ ̶̨̢̛̛͎͙͖̲̺̳̰̿̄̅́̑͘̕͝͠d̵̡̯̘͔̻̞̗͆͌̉̓̐͗̈́́̇ȯ̵̧͈͎̳͔̰̮̇͜w̸̨̯̱̝̗͍̫͙̲̤̟͂̎͂n̴̢̫̞̬̝̻͇͊̽̒̋͜͝ ̶̡̺͙̮̠̫̈́̈́́̈́̐̃̋͠t̸̘̩̾̿̉̅̂̀͊̕h̶̤̆͗͋̉̓̈́̄̽̾̋͝a̶̜͗ṱ̴̪̰̼̠͇͓̺͚̹͗͌ͅ ̷̢̼͛̍̀͊͌̔̈́͂̂̇k̵̡̧͕̹͉͈͙̰̤̇͛̀̿͛͌̀̓̆̎̐ͅͅỉ̵͓̲͉̳̤̰̲̤͗̋̎̈́̉̇̃̍͛͋l̵̻͚̫͍̒̎̐̈̓͠l̶̡͕̮̺̮̠̟̺͗͊̚͜e̵̡͕̩̠͚͖̲͉̙͉̣̾͘r̶̡̮̱̮̬͇̤̅̆̒̐͑̑̄͜͠͝ ̸͉̳̼͙̳͈̓͂́̒͊̉̄̔͒̚͝w̷̹̻͎͖͉̣͍̲̌͊̋i̸̛̦͇̦̣̦̜̱̼͆̽̌̅̂̓̓̈̏̚t̶͍̯̲̪̱͖̫̯̠͕̝͌̓̆̀̃̆̕ĥ̴̨̪̟̲̺̝͎̠͚̦̂̒̑ ̴̠̯͔̮͙̍̓̄̒̇̂y̸̭̼̞͂͗̈́̎̂͌͋̂́o̷̢͔͈͎͕͗̅̈u̴̡͈̞͇̭͎̻̻̼̙̓͗ȑ̸̨͕̝̤̭̥̖̮͊̓͋̀̌́̚ ̴̨̟̺̰͔̳̀͛̀͛̄͋̕b̴̲͇͒̐͐̕͜ą̸̢̫̯̜̀̍͊͗̽̃͊r̴̢̟̪̤̳̯̉̊̇͆̇͛́̽e̴̥̝̲͐̈́̅̈́́͂̍̚,̴̡̞͍̒̂͋̊̈́͗̕̕ ̵̺̆͐͂͛͛b̶̭̩͔̒̔́̉̃̓́l̶̡̨͔̖͚̦̬̖̦̹͖̎̈́̈́̐͌͂͊̒ǫ̷̡̦̩̏͐̾̐̔̈́̓͋͐̂͝ō̶̢͇̜͙̟͕̥̖͎̖̅̓̽͘͘͝͠d̸̡̧̙͈͜͠͝ÿ̷̧͓̤̝̫͊ ̴̼̜̙̞̹̼̋̅͋̎̾̀h̴͈͔̜͖̫̭̣̺̤̊͗̿͜a̶̞̫̒̌̑̽n̷͚͍̩̳̠͔̯̈́̔͗̂͠d̷͈̙̩̩̈́̄̈́s̵̖͎̟͐̄͒͐̎͐͂̒̆͠ͅ.̷̖͕̪̫̬̙̭̖̺̞̳̇͠ ̴̛̖͓̙͕̻͍̝̖͙̉̅͊̐̓̒͠ͅL̶̳̻̱͖̫͕̹̪̠͇͆͆̂̿̍̓̚ͅe̶̛̫̹̤̪͐̑̊ț̸͚̞̻͌̃̃̽̎̂̿̽̉̄͠ ̸̦̠̯͇͙͉̪̮̑͛̊̉̐͌̾̇̕̕͝ţ̷̹̫̣̖̙̜̝̻̠̇̎̈́̈́̀̏̆̈h̸̛̺͍͚̻̳̗̬͙̟̠̿͂̒̀̾̓̐̊̃͂ȇ̴̘̱̗͇̳̜̳̃̑̑̄͗͗̋͠ͅm̴̪̠̝͇̼̙̬̉ ̷͉̳̔g̴̳̓r̵͚͔̟̆͌͋̚o̶̲̯͕̟̣͎͍̝̔͛̓ͅv̸̟̫̰͔͖̻͈̳̀̏e̷̛͕͒̔̓̉̎͐͛̚l̵͚̰̞̳͕̓́̓̈́̄͜ ̵̛͚͙̅̎̌̆̈̔͘ḯ̶̢͙͎̌̓̇̏n̵̪̩̰̽̈́͋̓͆̈́͋͑̿͊ ̶̛̼̺̪́̉̌͛̉̃̇͑͆̕ỹ̸̛̹̲̹̟̟͗͠͠o̵̗̘̲̪͙̰̩̹̥̠̾͆̏͗͊͆͜u̴̡̱̞͕̲̯͖͖͇͂͊͒̈́͆́̑̇͜ŗ̵̛̭͇̈̆̽̑̂̀͌̐ ̷̝̫͕̗̍̑͝͝ş̷̡͓̬̞͈̺͎͉͇̰̒̊̉̉̓́̓͝t̵͖̮̬͉̫̏̏͑͋̇̆͑̿̉͗r̵̪̟̊͛́͘ḙ̴̡̤͍͉̹͚͉͔̋͑̇̇̏͒͌̕͠ņ̷̤͚̙̠̙̞́͂͊̈́ģ̴̧̜̙̜̪̹̈̾̏͗̒͜͠t̴͂̽̾̂͘͜͝h̷̢̲͇̯͕͊̽̌͆̌̋͐͝s̴̩̜̲̹̞͉̮͈͊́͌̃,̴̻̑͋̉͌͝ ̸̧̤͕̽̉́̀̏̀͆̂̒͝i̴̩͑̈̀͌͂̎͆̈͑͊̓n̷̼͉̠͉̓́̇̏̕͠ ̴̢̧̪̻̼̝̊̊̓̆̔̆ͅŷ̵̧̬̹̦̫̪̰̬̰̓̈̌͠o̶̧̢̘̩̭͓̘̲̦̿ṵ̴͂͋̉r̵̡͙͕͓̯̮̠͐̓̃̂̄̀͊̍̃̀̂ ̴̢̛͈̀̉̃̓v̵̊͆̀́̎̕̚͜͝ĭ̵̻͌̀͘c̷̠̻͕̩̬̤̥̜̙͝t̶̖̞̬͕̟̝̩̣̳̑̈́͑̎̿͗̅̌͋o̸͎̰̫͎̯͖͉̫̽̈̚r̸̛͙͔̹͖̲͇̿̆̀̽͂̑̑͘͘ḭ̶͍͍̪͒͒̔̽̇͆̀͠ͅẹ̶̩͂̈́͐̑̏̈́̑̄͘̚s̸̡̡̧̜̜̘̦̮͌̀̍̌͋́͊͒̉̕͠.̵͙͒̇̐̀͝"

Bruno, she replied back. Kindly shut the fuck up. You're a nuisance.

"̵̱̂Į̵̘̮̣͚̭̩̄'̸̭̠̹̰̲̪̜̋́̈́̑̿̉͂̀͘͠͝m̶̧̙̪̲͔̬̥͂̉̊̀̆͗͗̊̅͝ ̷̞̯̈̇͒̍͝ͅā̶͙͉̙̱̤͍̩̠̅̏̕ ̴̛̣̘̭̯̪̈́̌͂̔̃͐̆̅̉͘n̸̼̗̗̠̩̖̄͗̆̒̂̓͒̕ú̷̝̒͌͗̂̿͑̆͘̚ȋ̵̫̪̩͚̻͎͚́̐̓̎͠s̶̠̠̘̗̆͘͜á̴̛̠́̈́̌̒́ņ̵̛̯̦͌̄̅̍̔̔̀̆͝c̸̢̛͕̰̤͗̊͛̃́͛̅̎̄̍ȅ̷̢̢͕͈̭͕̣̐̓͆̃͌̋̾́̍͝ ̷̧͙͖̻̓̿͑͒́͂̄̍͠k̷̛̪͍͙̘͕̳̔͐̎̀̈̈́͜͜͝e̸͖̞̦̭͚͑̊̊̀͆͐͛͐̀e̸̡̢͚̖̪̙̩͕̩̣͌̒͋͌͒̐̇̔̿͌͘ͅṕ̴͚̣̦̞̟̼̱̯̼͓̆͛̉́̆̈́̑̐́͊ͅḭ̸̯̲͊n̴̡̪̻̺̹͛g̵̨̻̖̠̗̱̼̙̝̦̬̊̌͝ ̶̥̮̯͔̟̹͎̙̲͑ȳ̶̢̯͖̲̙̲͎̒́͜ͅͅo̸̡̨̙͍̩̖̖͂̾͋̆̋̄́͠͝ư̷̛̤̝̦͊͛̆͊͠ ̴̧̊̉͝a̵̞͚̗̰̩̤̼͛̓̿̀̚ḻ̶͇͈̼͈̞̬̬͎̗͐̇į̴̡̛̲͖͔̣̪̭̀̅̀͛͆́̑͌̏̾v̶̻̹̻̜́̋́̊́̊̂̋͘ę̷̧̻̯̦̣̻̰̄́͗̇.̴͔̫̲̗̹̦̣͖̥̠̂"̶̭̿͒̎̄́̌̈́̚͠͝

More like making me go insane.

That shut him up. Ivette sighed lowly. She kept her head down, ignoring the world around her in favour of her music. It flowed through her ear in a beautiful symphony, drowning out reality, blocking the constant thoughts whirling in her head. They were not her own. Ivette could barely hear her own.

It was a nightmare.

She wasn't sure what was real or not.

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Once the academic aspect of the school day came to an end, Class 1-A headed outside to meet All Might for their Hero Basic Training. Dressed in a pair of leggings and a loose white shirt, the outfit she wore when doing hero work, Ivette listened idly to the overrated blond's instructions, and when it began, amusement blossomed in her veins the moment her classmates spoke about how her twin had a slight disadvantage.

Laughter flowed out of her lips.

"What's so funny, Ivy?" asked Kirishima.

The greenette waved it off, but the smirk tugging at the end of her mouth didn't leave her face as she observed the content on the large screen. Izuku wasn't the same as before. She watched proudly as he managed to get ahead of Sero, though she facepalmed when he slipped and lost. She squeezed the bridge of her nose in disappointment.

Nevertheless, Ivette could hear the anger and frustration churn in Bakugo's head. She could hear his thoughts. She always could, and while she loved her soulmate, her twin brother was her other half. She would always support him till the end of their days.

Would he do the same?

"Ivette," Mina called, gaining the green-haired girl's attention. "It's your turn now."

"Ah, thank you, Ashido." She stood up from the ground, dusting off the minimal dirt from her clothes. Ivette walked over to her starting point, flexing and stretching her fingers. She was up against her soulmates and Yaoyorozu. There was no way she was going to let any of them win. No more miss's nice guy. Ivette Midoirya was here to reign victory.

Energy and power struck Ivette's body. Her quirk activated; green wisps twirling around her body in a suffocating cage, an enticing game of cat and mouse. Of chicken.

Bruno's sonorous voice rang in the back of her mind every time she used her power. "̷̮̎͝S̵̢̛̗̩͕̭͔̤̬̾̄͂͗̈́͛̈́͌͗̕͜ͅu̴̢̡̫̼̣̩͇̼͕͎̿͐́̀̓c̴̡̱͖̏̓͋͠ͅc̵̛̙͉͍̺̉̑͋̈̋̓̎͊̒̚͜ú̵̢̙͉̼̗̞̣͍̮̹̟ḿ̵̧̛͚̮̹͔̩̟̜̖̫͗̕̕͜͠b̶͕̯̠͓͋,̸̛̹͊̊̇̃̑"̸͕͔̀͂ he sang. "̶̢͈͇͓͒S̵̰̈ṵ̵̡̰̠̹͚͓̠̙͙̈́c̵͎̠̬͚̳̳̙̗̔͘c̸̡̮̗̫̘̙̪͊͊̓͌̓̒̂ͅų̴͙̜̘̺̮̩̲̬̀̓̇̌̒͗̐̆͒͝m̵̼̯̭͉͍͋͛́ͅb̸̦͉̽̍,̴̗̬̟̬̀̾͐ ̵̲͐̂͊̌͆̀̈́͆͑͘͠ͅI̴͈̤͓̲͙̭̲͖̖̞͉̾̾͑̈̄̀̎͠v̵̮̱̓̑̿̊̌̕ê̸̝̝̐̽͊͗̀́̄ţ̷̺̃̍̈́̿̄̄̅t̴̪̔̊͌̇́͊̅͌͠͝e̷̢̎̐̓͒̔̀̇͠ͅ.̵̨̣̺͋͌̅́ ̸̡̧͎̲̖̝̻̬̦̖̑̑͛̍͐̅̍̃͘Ģ̷̨͓͖̟̗̰̳̰̦́̑͌͐̈́̏̕̚͝i̴̮̞̞͔͊̀͌̈v̸̧̠̱̱͈͓̬͆̀͛̋ͅͅȩ̷͍͔͎̲̞̻̥̬̐̉ ̵͎̈́͑͜m̶̤̆͆͗̐͌̐̉̇͘e̶̙͙̙̲̜̙͇̓̾̚ ̷̨͔͍͓̣̔͛̽̒͌̆͝ţ̸̬̤̱͙̎̃̅̔ḣ̸̢͇̯̪ȇ̶͎̰̘͓̉̍̕ͅ ̸̖̟̿̀̓̔͗͜ṕ̷͎̱̳̳͈̠͎̝̎̇̓͆̚̚͜͜͠ͅò̵̡̫̤̤̠͍̈́̀͐̋͊́̕͝͝ͅẅ̴̡̨̰̜̜͇̝̝́̉͑͂͛̉̀͠͠e̷̹͖͐̒ŕ̵͎̲̩̯̬̼̼͛͘.̵̘̠̥̿̉͛̑̃̃́͌̂̃̋ ̸̙͐̾̐̂̔̍͝Į̵̹̱̒̌͂̆̏̿̄̕͝'̶̧̫͈̳͔̫͙̣͑͑̐̂̐͘͜͠l̸͙̬̟̰̯̙͕͔̘̃͌͛͛͗̏̓͋̅̐̚͜l̷͇̙̜͒̆́́͒͑̎ ̴̡̘̑̌̊͗͒̏ͅţ̵̛̙͌́͋̽͂̋̿͆̕͝a̴͚̅̈́̓́̀͂́̀̑ǩ̸͉͈̲̯́́̎̃̈́̋e̷͈͋̓͐̃ͅ ̷̖͉̺͇̘͍̞͉̬̪͋͑̽̚c̴̜͕͈̝̰̲̻̲̝̳̓á̸̫̰͗r̸͉̉̄̆̇̄̕͜e̵̫̺̻̯͌͒̔ ̵̡̛͍̺̪̜̅͑̐͊̂͘o̴̗͔̓͐̚f̵̥̯͔̜̂̋͑̄̌̉͜ ̷̲̠̞̻̠̥̪͓̼̖͋́͐̌̽̐ě̶̛̬̪̞̩̃̈́̿̋̉̽v̷͎̪͔̗̘͖͇̣̈̈́̄̈́͜ẹ̶̝̌r̶̡̪̯̪͇͖̞͙̰̍́͌y̸̘̦̻̱̯͖̝̞͐̑̇̋ẗ̵̬̘̺̝̜͉̳͈̰̽͗́͐͝ẖ̴̳̠̺̊̉͊̂͑̊̾͂͜͝í̵̢͉̙̤̰͍̜̜̃͊̋̏̈́̌͐͜n̷̰̝̰̮̫̮̺̽̿͐͊͗́̍͘͝͝g̸̢̩̝͎͓̦̜͇̹̽͗̊.̸̧̡̺̣̭͎̥͖̔̾̽ͅ ̷̺̹͔̪͛͜Ï̸̢̘̝͕̥̮̪̦͔̥̒̒̿̈́͆́͛̃͘͝ͅ'̶͈̙͙̻̑̓̑l̴̨̦͙̪̃̍̕ľ̷̛̤̺̖̆̀͐͗͠ ̵̱̳͉̪͚̠͔͑m̴̢̺̅͐̐̌̈̉̾̓͝a̴̧̧̪̦̼̖̞̱̹̬͇͗̒͛͗̃̒̂͒̒̕̕k̴͔͎̭̐̈͛́͌̔͗́̎̚͠e̶̢̧̮͌̄͌ ̴̡͇͕̺̗̖̺̞̤̣̭̐̏̆́̉͐̓̕͝a̶͖͆́́̾l̵͙͙͓͚͍̖̪͉̪͗ͅl̸̛̗̜̪̗͔̪̻̆͒̑̍̏͑́̾͠͠ ̸̼͈̖͙͈̠̹̝̜̦͈̐͠y̷̙͒̽͗͛o̴̗̿͑̏ṳ̸̰̣̗̪̬͗̈́͝r̴̢͚͓̊́̑̑͛ ̴̢̛̺̞̭̉̆̽͘͘d̵̮̻̼̥̳̬̗͊̈̅̀̓̾̍͆͊͜͠r̸̝͕͌͋̅̍̇̊͘ë̶̦̝͉̬̖́͜å̸̧̨̺̯̗̤̘̤͇̯̰͐́̉̈́̇̄̓̉m̸̟̹͙̼̭̹̤̻̽̆͐̂̇̐͆̋͘̚ͅs̷͔͓͖̽̎̄̄̂̌̾̉͛̈́͠ ̷̡̺̘̙́͑̓̄̄̑͛̀̒͠͝c̶̢̞̯͕͓͚͓̊̉̔̆̉̐̐̍̔o̵͓̜̻̯̞͌͛ͅm̷̰͚̲͚̹̟̾̐̒͗͛̂͑̊̽ͅê̴̬̬̖̼̤̘̝̳̠̍̉̿͑̿͐͑̕ ̸̮̹͐t̷̜̠͚͕̭̑̍̿͐̅̓̔́̕͠͝ŗ̸͕̭͎̘̳͈̜͇̤̭͌̈́u̶̖͎͙̮̙̩̰͌̾̀ͅȩ̴̡̨͔͈̣͔͉̠͐̔̓̃̚͠͠.̶̣̰̫͉͕͉̜̜̣̣͎͂̔̀͒̈́͐̆͛̄ ̴̼͇͖̿̾̾͛̓̅̄̿͠͠͝Ṭ̶̱̃̏̈͠ŗ̵̟̖͙̠̤̄u̵̝̝͕͎̬̐͒͂͊̀́̒͑̓̓͠ͅs̶̡̡̩̞͖͛̍͋͊͠ț̷̡̰̺̱͗̂́̒̎̆͛ ̵̡̡̫̣̜̩̥̹͇͊̿ͅm̵͉̾́̈́͐̀͌̾̀͂̕͝ẻ̵͖̞̮̭̭.̷̺̰̯͙̫̲͚̇̏̃̓̉ ̴̡̢̘̭̮̜̪̣̿̌̊̋̊̌͜L̸̢̛͚̃͋͗̆͌̏̚͜ě̶̛͎͚̥̭͍̼̱̏̓̋̅̋̋͂̏́a̸͉̋̏̈̉́̊͒͗̈ņ̴̨̺̘̘͕̝̩̒ͅ ̶͈̫̯̜͓̦̰̏̽ǫ̷̧͓̰͇͉̖͕̭̊͊͑̈́͆̓̆ṉ̷̮̞͓̆͛̂̆͆̓͘͠ ̴̢̟̦̍͊͑ͅṃ̵̭̜͖͍̝̥̽͐̀̈́̊̅̀́͒ề̵͍̥̱̬̼͈̬͇̅̇̚.̵̨̳̟͍͓̞̭̲̻̻͇̀͗̉͐̄̉̓"̴̗̬͓̈́̈̐̓̂̊͗̔

Ivette ignored him.

She shook her head.

And then she shot off the building, a blur of whimsical emerald whizzing past, too fast to be captured by UA's high tech cameras. Her eyes glowed a sinister green as she flew past her competitors. Their eyes widened in astonishment, and determination rocked them back onto their feet.

All Might stood with a broad grin.

He handed her the winner badge the moment she came to a stop in front of him. His heart lurched behind his fragile ribcage.

Something was wrong.

The power thrumming in his veins told him to be wary of a threat. But there was no villain in sight. No villain on campus. Toshinori looked around, scrutinising the training ground. He couldn't detect anything. He couldn't feel any malice. So why, just why, were the predecessors of One for All warning him to be cautious? Of a possible danger?

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The female students of Class 1-A stood in their own changing room, slipping off their hero outfits and changing into a fresh new set of UA's assigned uniforms. Their eyes shifted to the side, jaws falling agape in horror upon spotting the scarred flesh belonging to the one and only Ivette Midoirya.

"What happened?!" cried Uraraka, concerned over her soulmate's sister.

Her soulmate's sister. Simply. Purely.

Ivette furrowed her brows. "Huh?"

Uraraka pointed to her chest, and Ivette looked down. She blinked. And blinked again. "Oh," she sounded. "I forgot about that."

Jiro winced. "It looks painful."

"It doesn't hurt," she laughed, waving her hand dismissively.

"̴̡͍̟̠̲͓̦̬͌̆͗̌̅͋͋͒̚͘L̷̡̨̨̻̼̦̍̑̉͂͋̀͆i̶̢̡̧̛̝̦͉̝̻͓̞͉̎̓́͝ȧ̸̫͊̀̃̑̈́̃̈́͘r̵͙̺̿̄͐̀̓͂͝͠.̷̡̥̰̘̝͙̳̗̔̀͌̂̈́̓̓"̴͈̅͊̎͊̕

The girls' attention was stolen once they heard perverted murmurings from the wall beside them. Jiro poked one of Mineta's eyes through the hole with her earphone jack. The boy was immediately grabbed by Bakugo, his fingers clamping down on his head, glaring blazing holes into his body.

"What'd ya say?" he demanded, referring to how Mineta drooled over his Ivette and her, as he stated, "scrumptious curves and utterly gorgeous long, lean legs".

Mineta swallowed thickly; his life flashed before his eyes as Bakugo exploded his face. Don't worry, though. The blond made sure not to scar him or anything. He wasn't going to risk a suspension for that imbecile of all people. Mineta wasn't worth his time.

No one helped, ignoring his cries for mercy.

Ivette used the commotion as a distraction, leaving the girls' changing room with silent footsteps. The others watched her move on.

"Ivette seems different," Hagakure said, a frown donning her lips. The others nodded in agreement. They saw a difference, too.

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On the midterms, Ivette placed 6th out of the 21 students. She may not have been as smart as Bakugo or Todoroki, but she sure as hell did her fair share of studying. After all, before her monstrous quirk came into action, Ivette thought studying was all she was good for. All she could do in a hypocritical society.

Lunch bestowed the students of UA a moment of rest and re-charge. Ivette sat with her classmates. Her brow twitched as Neito Monoma from Class 1-B came up to the group with a provoking, self-entitled facade.

"Oh, sorry. Your head was so big that I accidentally hit it."

"You're from Class 1-B...um, Monoma! How dare you—"

Before Izuku could get a word in, a flash of green illuminated the area. Monoma squeaked in pain, his tray full of food crashing to the ground, the sound catching the attention of everyone in the hall.

"I'd be careful with your arms," Ivette mused, looking up from the table with piercing emerald eyes. "Wouldn't want them getting hurt, now would we?"

Monoma gaped, shrieking as his arm was forced behind his back, twisting in a way that had his flight or fight instincts rising. He turned to the greenette, capturing her eyes: the colour of newly bloomed ivies from a deserted house, enchanting, mysterious. Poisonous thorns sharpened, glinting under the artificial light. They invited him in for a century of saccharine torture.

"Apologize."

Her voice was as cold as stone, reflecting the expression on her face.

Monoma was going to shit his pants.

He fell to his knees, a ramification of his silence. Apologies spewed out of his mouth, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" he wailed pathetically.

Students began to whisper amongst themselves once they shifted to look over, spotting the blond whimpering on the ground. They turned towards the cause.

"Oi, Ivette!"

Kirishima and the others watched from their table, jaws dropping at the scene, though only Bakugo smirked smugly. He was proud to see his soulmate teaching the blond his place.

A warm hand settled upon her thigh.

Ivette glanced to the side.

"Calm down," was all Todoroki said.

Ivette acquiesced. She relinquished her quirk's effect as Class 1-B's representative, Itsuka Kendo, came up to them, gently grasping her soulmate's body and hugging him close to her voluptuous chest.

( oh, to be monoma )

"I'm sorry for what he did," she started. "He does a lot of stupid things."

Something within told Kendo not to mess with Ivette. To not take any chances.

The female Midoriya simply nodded, returning to her plate of unfinished food. She slowly ate away at the bowl of rice, ignoring the others for the starchy yet delectable substance. Monoma gulped, taking shelter behind Kendo. Fright clutched onto his bones. It filled his every cell. He dared to take a dip into her endless pool of power and found himself quickly drowning.

He knew he would never be able to control it.

And the fact that Ivette managed to tame the monstrous power, well, let's just say the blond feared more than respected the greenette.

Unbeknownst to them all, to Monoma especially, who had experienced first hand the depth of which the negative energy resided within her soul, Ivette was barely grasping the edges of control.