oh, but that's the irony.
broken people are not fragile.

IT WAS TIME FOR THEIR FINAL EXAM. Tell me why Ivette Midoriya was to fight one of the strongest ranked heroes in Japan? Here they were, Class 1-A, expecting to fight robots and shit. Only to find out they would be fighting against their teachers.

Now, compared to the others.

Ivette was not scared.

No, no.

Not Ivette.

She was so fucking tired, and she was not in the mood for some hero hypocrisy. Fighting her soulmate's father? Whilst he did deserve every single punch, Ivette just wanted to go home and sleep— if it would ever bless her with its serene, tranquil presence.

Lately, Ivette had been dreaming of deadly massacres. A garden of black and red agonies. Enveloping her whole, never stopping, Ivette wasn't sure what was real and what was not. The lines between reality and make-believe were blurred. And the bags under her eyes grew with every waking moment. Her body sagged, muscles tense with sleep deprivation. In order to stop the nightmares, Ivette simply stopped sleeping. An easy solution. A tiring one, too. Unhealthy. Unwise. Did she care?

No.

"Ivette," Yaoyorozu called. "It's your turn." She placed a gentle hand on the green-haired girl's shoulder, a worried look donning her delectable feature. "Please be careful."

"I'll be fine," Ivette mumbled, brushing off the caring act. She stood from the ground, uncaring towards the concerned gazes sent her way. Todoroki tried to walk up to her, but one glance told him to stay put.

And, without further ado, Ivette entered the arena.

She stood face to face with Endeavor, their arms folded, faces blank, eyes unforgiving. Emerald green blinked up. Sharp turquoise eyes stared down. And a tense aura wrapped around their bodies, blanketing their shoulders— to the extent that those watching couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

"Do you think this was a good idea?" Aizawa asked Nezu, the little rat sitting on his shoulders, cuddled into the tape around his upper body. He stood with the other teachers, ready to watch the exam commence. For some reason, something didn't feel right. Staring at the two, neither held a teacher-student presence. They looked ready to fight, more so his student than the pro hero.

"I think so," Nezu replied, humming intuitively. "We'll finally get to see the extent of Midoriya-san's powers. If anyone can keep up to her, it's bound to be Endeavor-san."

Oh, darling. Sir puss and boots.

You're getting it all mixed up.

Ivette versus Endeavor?

There was only one outcome. And it was set in fate's fateful, everlasting stone.

"̸̧͎̰͙͔̖̖͖̟͈͠L̸̡͇̝̖͚̯̘̹̩̳̽̀͆͒͑͋̈͝͝ē̴̹̈́ţ̸̨̨̘̠̲͇̩͇̞͙̀̊'̵̦͐̀̅͌̅̾͘͠s̸̤̀͂͗ ̵̱̜̤̮͙̼̰̲̄̀̒̚k̵̡͋̀̍͛̐̓į̵̠̺̭̤̰̫̞́̏̎͒͐̾̊͛̅̚͝ͅļ̵̪̼͌͘͘l̷̘̲͍͑̂̕ ̶̫̹͖̘̱͔͇̍̇̇h̵̡̖̆͗͝i̶̺̪̠̳̘͇̩͖͂̓̓́͗͊͊͜͝m̶̡̞͚͖̭̳̲͚͉̲̋͛̀̂̒̍̒̏,̸͚͚̝͚̇́̆̃͜͠"̸̛̠̝̝̫̥̆͊͒̍͋͠͝͠  hissed Bruno. "̶̣̲̐̊͌̑̿̅E̶̢̛̞̮͔̞͊͌̾̂͛̅̈́̇̑͠ͅn̸̢̰̪̞̬̟̲̟͎̠̭͋̇͌̑̉̑̕̚ǎ̸͍͙͕͓͝ç̴̣̹͌͗̓͐͒͂t̶̤̫̤̘̻̤̿́͘͜ ̶̥͙̝͈̼̞͒̓͋́͊̀̉̔͐͘y̸̨̭͙̭̪̩̘͍͕̣̞͛̅̑̐̓͊̈́͋́͝o̵̡͖̱̣͛̊͆͛̽̍̔̊͋̈́̂u̶̺̭̜̯̯̰̭̠͚̬̬͐̈r̸̮̥̞͔͕̲̮̈́͑̈́ͅ ̸͓̝̜̍̎̓̉l̸̘̫̰̯̬̦̾̔̚͝͠o̶̻̪͆̓̍̓̏̄́̉͘̕͝n̷̨̹̺͇̺̲̲̹̎̀̏̂͆̕̕ͅg̴̨̞͉͙̻̱̼̗̍̾̀̆͠ͅ-̴̤̤͆̉a̸̜͕̼̅͊͐͝͝w̷̠̳̯̗̯͗͊̒͌͛̚͘͝a̸̢̜͎͉̞̙̲̹̫̅͌͑̀͊̃̃͘͜͜į̷̭̰͈̱̖̞̒͂́̇̃̆͐̕̚t̶̛̟̯͇͆̌̾͆͂̈e̴̦̱̗̬̮͔̭̣͔̬͐͒̐̊̑̈́̄̋̂͌d̸̪̋͑̏̈́́ͅ ̶̨̤̥͈̟̯̂̽͆̍͋̚͜r̴̯̦̺̩̝̭̰̜̆͐͋̈́̉̾̀̋ͅͅę̷̫̰̼̭̩̣͎́̅͗̓͂̒͝͠ͅv̴̺̯̹̱̝̘͐̏͌̉̃̃̈́̅͝͝ͅẹ̶͈̖̞͉̗̝̠͙͗̿̋n̸̪̮̣͚̞̩͇̂̓ḡ̶̤̂̋̈͛̄̚ě̴̗͖̖͔̫̞̺͕̤͑́͐̋̕͜.̴͇̲͆͋́͒̉̎"̵̠̺̮̖̼̓́̑̈́̿͆̌̐͜͠

Ivette's eye twitched.

Shut up, Bruno.

"̵͙̻̬̞̞̗̲͍̀̓̇͊̈͋͂̈́Ḩ̶̺̥̠̫̤̺͙̱̬̭̐̂͒͛̄̑͗̋͌͘͘ȇ̷̡̺̻̑ ̷͇̝̫̓̌̈͒h̸̢̹͎̥͈̻̤̺̪̳͎̓̈́̐̓̆͛̐̅û̴̩̜̝̣͇̆́̉̑̈̆͜͝r̸̢͓̮̘̻͈̬͉̣͓̞͊̅t̷͕͕̳̥̓̐̈͒̚ ̵̳̩͆̆́͊͛͂́̚̚͠͝ͅẏ̸̮̯̃̍̆̅̆̌̃o̶͈̎͗̊̏͂̔̚u̵͈̺̠͔̟͔̦̙̤̽͗̋͠r̸͚̻̍̉͑̊̾ ̸̡̛͉̜̥̞̏͌̕͜s̶͇̥̀ơ̸̢̼̱̺̤̣̘͗̒͗̑̓̇̃̓͆̕u̴͇̎̄̏l̷̟͋̑̽̿̾̔͆͋̾͠͠m̴̢̼̙̪̠̪̮͈̣̆͐̑͒̀͐̎ą̵͕̜̔̑̈̚ť̸͍̫̱̬̼̻͍͂̌̃̈́͆͗ę̸̪͖͎̻̀͜͝͝͝,̵͍̘̦͔͍͎̿"̸̡̛͕͎̩̲͑̋̄̎ Bruno continued. He curled around her mind, a looming presence in her endless, torturous fortress. "̷̨̡̦͓̫̙̗̹̦̩̐̇͂̋͂͗͊̿̀̂Ḩ̶̛͖͙̝̠̖̤͎̱̀̄̀̊̅̿̓̄͝é̷̡̛̝͍͈̼̘̥̜̫͉̅̿̃͋͌̇̂̚͜ ̷͕̜̦̩͚̥͉̈́͂͒͜r̷͉̬̲̖͕̰͈̥͒̓̈́̋̾̋͗̇̃̋͘u̶̢͒̀̑̿̓̽̀̈́̇̿ĭ̶̲͈̳̳͚̔̍̅̆͑̑̍̕͝n̴̢̘̠̖̖̰̣̥͗͋̀̍e̷̡͇͙̯̱̝̽͋̍̎̈̈́͗͠ͅd̸̤̣̪̤͙̚͜ ̷͎̊́͐̏͌͛̀͒͠h̶̦͋̒͗̈́̍̍̔̊i̶̼̔̏̀̇̾͘͠s̷̛͍̘̭̠̺͉͓̬̥̭̒͌́̉̌̀̕̚ ̵̛̞͕̤̰̼̀̇̒ļ̷̟̜̱͍̞̟̎̓͊̂͆̇̈́͊͘̕͝i̶̦̙̣̗͚̔͂͗̀f̶̡̧͚̜̓e̵̦̦̻͇̹̼͇̮̪̓̐͂͂͊́̿͆́̐̀.̶̟͖̹̜̣̼̟͔̋̑͂͘͜ ̸̧̲̰̟̖͚̦̅̍͗̅̋̔̓͝H̴͙̽̀͌̑͛̅̿̕͝ë̸̡̻̲̤͓̪̺̘̭̖́͑͌́̓̑̒̃͒̐̕͜'̶̠̈́̒̑̎̀̋̃͠s̸̱̫̳͚̬̝̈̈́̓̂̆̽̍̊͠ͅ ̶̜̮̞̳͖̙̲̀̄̒̈͂͌͝͝t̸̡̢̡̘̞̰̣̦͖̝͒̋̂̉͒̍̊͠ͅh̵̝̞̼͓̯̎͗̓e̸̡̛̳͖̯͎̺̗̲͕͛̌̿̂͂̿̃̚ ̶̢̣͕̼̩͍͈̬͎̮̿̈͆͋̕r̴̨͙̩̀̔̄̋̍͠͝e̶̡̘͚͉̳͉͉̗̓̀̒͆a̸̡̛̦̮̝͛̏̒͋͌̌̑̅͠s̷̯̀ǫ̷͓͖͔̻̯̬̼̱͔̔̅̐̊̂̋̈́͝n̸̖̥̤̩̮̜̫͉̔̿̈́͝ ̴̢̨̜̻͖͚̝̦̽͆͜͜ͅw̵̺̏̊͝h̷̰̻̦͍͔̤̭̮̎̾̂̃͐̚͘y̶̬̱͆͠ ̴͎̟̘͖̯̙̩͊̑̔̋̂͜͜͠ͅy̴̧̤͇̅͂̄̽̈́ȍ̴͕͍̩͚̃͋̉͝u̸̧͔͋̈̓͂͗͐r̶͙̱͎̥͙͎̗͆ ̴͚̯͙̺̱͂̏̇̓͠͝ͅs̵̡͚̫̭̩̭̭̍̓̊̃̎̅̆̂o̸̧͙͕̞̽͑́̂̍͋̎̒̆ȕ̷͈̫͙̖͔̙̝̝l̴̨̰̜̠̱̝̥̯̳̔̔́͂́͘m̵͙͇̮͙̝͂̐̂͆̆͌̄̇́a̴̛̮̱̿͛̊̒͗ť̶̯̼͎͚̙̥̭͐́e̸̡̤̱͐̔̇̂̐ ̷̲̦̼̣̈́̒̉í̸̡͚͚͇̳̒̃̋̎͜s̷͔̼̘̈͊̚͜͜ͅn̵̼͕͙̝̎'̶̘̦͈̼̼͉̙͍̜̉̽̎̄̑͑̀̆͘͜͝͠t̶̨̧̧͈͎̦͍̜̣̹͋͌̽̒ͅ ̴̛̙͑̂̋̀̏h̴̠͖̋̎̃̈́͝ä̷̝̬̺̪͚̣͇̳͇̃̔͂̐̇p̸̺̔̉͗̾͊̂͐̉̀p̴̡̧̛̱͖̯̹̻̥̳̤̲̃̇̒̈́͗̀̌y̶̨̛͙̜̤̜̱̰̽̄̑́̉͐͂̚ͅ.̵̤͖̍͛̉̃͐̈́̃̋͠͝"̶͓͕̜̘̘̪͎̰͘̕͜͜͝

A frown etched onto Ivette's face. She shifted her weight onto her left foot.

He is happy.

"̵̛̥̩͎̘̮̌̊̆͐̌͗̿͌̚͜͠D̷̯̮́͌̌́̊ͅò̷̠̳͇̹̻͔̜͇̝̤̇̌̌̅̈́̕͜͝ ̶͇̬̭̱̰̈͑̈́͆̕ý̶̮̘̰̳̬̙͉͑́͐͝ơ̶̛͍̈́͐̾̆ṵ̶͊̾͘ ̵̝͕͙̝̪͈̈́̓͜͝ͅŗ̷̧̣̘̫̝̩͖̯̮͈̍̾̑̓͝ë̸̬̎͆͋̈̇̾͂́͑̚a̷̢̢̩̜̱̓̔̉̏̓̅̐͘͝ͅl̴̳͉͇͉̣͍̽͊̔̏͛͠l̶̛̩͖̠̙̲̻̼̟̻̜̗̐̿̃͌͊͆̕͝y̵̡̖̹̭̪͔͕̹͖̅̓̍͌ ̴̢̧̛̻̰̓͛̽͝ͅt̵̬͈͓͉̲̖̾͗̊h̸͘͝͝ͅį̸̳̼͖͕̹̟͇̖̮̼͂n̵̨̛̥̫̻̤͖̬̔̀̆͒̽͆̈́̂̊ķ̷͍͉͓̗̻̬̯̰̌̄̔͑͋͗̎͂̈̕͠ ̸̩̞͎̰̬͉̊̈́̾ͅs̵̢̛̙̜̮̗̓̿ȍ̶̭͍͕͔̉̈́̊̿͊͜?̸̘̞͓͇̹͙̞́̈̋͊ ̷͈͉͉̹̓͒̿͂͐͌͂̊͊͆͠D̷̨̧̧̛̼̲̳̞̉̏́͆̆̋̋̍͝o̵̝̣̯̱̓ ̷̥̓̉̊̈́͐̒͗̈́̏̈́y̴̡̎̒̈́̋͑̿̑̚͝o̴̰͊u̴̮̙̞̔̈̐͆͗̄̇̀̃ ̵̢̡̳̬̜͚̟̠̓̔̑ñ̶̨̙̱̮̜̼͙͌o̵̡̬͖̤̤͉̮̞̥̫̺̕t̷̡̧͖̟͕̭̦̹͆̔͑͛̎͘͜ ̴͉̰̖̝̗̙̭̿̋͛̇̓͆͆ŝ̵͇é̵̟̊̋̉e̶̪͓̬͋͆͋̏͂̍̾ ̷̨̙̗͚̤̐͂̃̄̂́́̒ṱ̸̗̠̤̠͕̞̊̑̇̓̋̓͘ͅȟ̶̡̥̺͚̤͇̻̜̹͈̓̇̀͠ͅe̷̡͈̪͈͎͍͚̓̑͐͝ ̵̡͕͇̲͚̺̣͇̪̈́ͅp̶͚̱̖̈̌͒̽̄̇̃ȏ̷̯̥̙̩̙̰̼̹͇̹͆̅̑͜s̸̯͈͕͕̻̀̀ţ̸̭̦̙̯̱̄̓̇̒͊̈͂͊͊̕͝-̸̡̮̖̰͕̻͑̎ţ̴̮̖̠̈́̒͒̑͋̌̔͋̊r̴͎̓̒́̏͒ă̴̠̺̰͑̈́ư̶̧̡͉̥͓͉̫̳̫̺̍̅̋͋̀̊͊̽̀̕ͅm̴̥̬͎̈́̃͂̆̈́͂͛̉͜͝å̷̡̨̞͇̟̲̰̬̜̬̜̄̓̊̒͆͑̂͑͘t̴̤̠̘̂̔̾̒̈́̾̋̓̈́̏ḯ̸̤̳̬̱̗͇̻̭͎̼͠c̶̡̨͓̬̼̖̲̥͆̎̆̃̏̆͗̒̉́͘ ̸̟̻͓̎͗̑̓͌s̵̠͒̈́t̶̛̟̗͋͋̎͋͘͠r̷̢̘̼̺̈́́̇́̉e̸͓͚̝̫͎̣͖͗̓̅͗̑̆ͅͅs̶̡̺͉̺͓̄͂̅̋̑̽̆́̚ͅş̶͚̦̺͚̝̤͖̃̉̏͋͌͝ ̴͖̝͙̬̓̇̓͝d̷̡̜̹̦̤͗̍̀̾̄͊͜i̷̡̲̞͕̥̬͙̗̒́̌̍͜͝s̸̛̲̮̮̼̋̊ǫ̷̛̝̯̖̤̘̱͊͐̉͗̾r̸̢̳̖̗̭̖͉͔̥̖̊͝ͅd̶̨̡̡̰̪͇͕̬̈́́̌̊̍͒̍̚͠ę̵̧̛̯͖̲̽̂͐̑̃̾͝ṛ̸̢̅͆̒̿͝ ̷̝̳̬̪̯̔̏̓̈́̈́͝t̶̨̨̻̲̮̹̜̍̍͋ͅh̸̻̱͑͝ä̷̢̗̞̲́͑̇̽̕t̶̺̰̝̳̬͚͈͌̊̊͐̀͑͗͂͗͘͘ͅ ̷̫͎̟̙͖̪̫͚͙͊̀̀̅̃̔̍̈́̚͠ͅh̷͍̜͔͉̥̠̩̮͍͊͊̿̽̋͘̕͠e̴̢͙̺̬͈͈̪͔̔͂̈́͘̕͝ͅ ̵̡̺̦̺͚͎̣̲̹̄̄̈́̐͆͘̕ḩ̴̧̡̝̰̝͓̠̲̌̊̐̈́͠ȁ̷͚̪͇̼͓̼̥͔͙́̌͋̏̇̈́̈́̕ͅş̵̭̟͎̠̝͔͖̮̾͊̈̊̊̓͑͋̽?̸̢̦̱͉̯̖̯̮́͋̔͂́͆͘ͅ ̷̨̢͈̯̬͊̔͛̈́͌̌͌͌͂H̴̦̲̗͂̊õ̵̢͔̥̻̙̩̲w̵̛̗̹͍̹͓̙̖̦͕̜̩͌̉͐́̀̈́͆͌̃ ̴̫̹͗͒́̾́͗͐͘ḩ̵̢̭̖̺͈̠͖̑̂͑̀͑̀͑ȋ̶̧̛͚̘̰̦̘͕̄̂͌̏͂̃́̕͠s̴̰̜̖͉͉̥͂̈́̈̍͑͗̏̇͛̈́͜͜ ̶̢̡̧͇̮̬̼͕̖̳̮̓̈́f̸̙̪͋̉a̴̛̠̤̍̉͌̑̋͝t̷͙̲̻͛̀̈̇̃͗̂̓̚͜͝͝ḣ̴̨̛̏̋̐͌̈͘̕ĕ̴̝̜̝̰̥͉̞͚̜͜ŕ̸̩̩̬͜'̸̪͉̜͙̗̺̘̲̹̆́͑͊̇͗̓̿̓̀͋s̷͓̾͐̌̔͑̈̄̀̕ ̴̣̎̔͒͆̆̊̈́̚p̴̡̧̤͍͓̜̒̊͆̀̌̀̀̊r̸̙̰̤͎͍̘̝̈́̓̋͛͝é̷̙͙̭̠͙̉͐͝ș̵̡̟̩͎̄̑ͅẽ̸̘̲̗͙̪̟̠̭̙͜n̵̺̟̔͛̀̍̌͐̕c̴͇̣̔͂̂̈̌̍͛͐̂̋̈́e̵̢̻̙̲͓͈̹͕͗̑̑͊͜ ̸̗͗͛͒̏͒̔̓͝i̷̢͓̼̪͑ͅs̶̡̧͖̗̣̮̝̺̗͇̟̉̍͐̉̉̽̒̎̓̕͘ ̶̡̡̤͚̟̹̠̦̖͎͗͒̂̆͐̿̾̋͝e̶̛͙̰͎͙̾̌̽̉͐͆̚ņ̸̞̲͕̯̘̥͇̻̻̉͗ơ̵̩̼̖͐̊̒̍̎̎ù̸̫̫̺̭̃̄́̓́͗̈̇̀̚͜g̷͕̰͕̻̳͙͚̽̇͝h̴̨̭̬̫̱̪̮̱̋̀̔̄̎͐̆̚͜ͅ ̶̜͇̩̙̘̣̮͕͆͆́̊͒͗̕͘͜t̷͙̪͓͋̈́̔̽̎ō̵̡̨̳̞̜̺̰̟̥̃̀͆̈͗͐́̆ ̵̧̢̯̠͙͕̻̩̥͒̉͒͊̾͛̐̌͝t̴̤͖͉̞̱̲̭͈̖͍̪͋̊̔͛ṙ̷̨͍͙̹̪̪̝͕͔̳̫i̴̛̙̝͕̟͚̺̱͑̽́̅g̷̡̡͕͇̯͈̅̓̀̚͝g̸̛̼̣͚̻̞̏̽̾̈́̓ẽ̵̛̛̯̝̦̽̒́̓̑ŕ̴̺̐̃̒͝ ̷̡̗̠͔̟͉͍̀̑͜͠ǎ̶̧̨̲̭̺͕̯̯̰̾̏̔̓͂̅͘͘͜͝n̵̦̼̤̝͓̳̹̆̈́̈̊̒͗ͅ ̵̡͚̝͓̲̆a̵̧͈͖̠͎̦̰͐̋̎̓n̶͚͙̝͕̝͎͈̅̂̂̋ͅx̵̘̗͍̠͎͌į̴̛̦̹̥̻̤̥̇̈́̇͌̇̿́͊͜e̸̙̠̼̲͇͖̟̳͔̿͂̈́̾͂ẗ̸̨̻̲͈̪̝̫͓̳͙́̎̔͗̽̃̊̈̕͜͠y̵͙̹͇͈̜͍̬̞̍͗ ̴̝̱̘̜͓̩̝͉͖̥̅̄͒ą̷̝̜̇̃͑͆̒̄̃͛͠t̵͇̳̅̈́ṭ̷̛̠͓̺̬̻̪̯̱̫̈́̑̆̄̋̇͋̄̀ͅą̸̩̫̖̠̙̣̯̣́̕ͅc̶͇͍̺͖̙͙͋̊̀ͅk̶̻̄́?̸̢̡̭͈̫̟̅̏ͅͅͅ"̶͖̠̖̜͖͎̓͆͒́̋͝

Anger shot through her body. A deep, vile hatred arose. And Ivette immediately pushed it all down. She couldn't do it. Not here. The grasp on her powers was loosening, and Bruno delighted in her suffering. He was gaining dominance as the days passed. He knew that Ivette would soon rely on him, and Bruno would be more than happy to please his master, to serve and help her with all his abilities. With everything he had. And more.

"Midoriya-san."

Ivette snapped out of her and Bruno's thoughts. Her eyes flickered back to the hero, returning to their zoned-in state.

She arched a brow. "Yeah?"

"Shall we begin? I expect to see a lot of improvement since your internship."

"I haven't been training much," she answered honestly. "Not with all the exams."

Endeavor held back his scoff. "How do you expect to improve? Did you not say that you would get stronger? That you would do it without my help?"

"Do you think I need your help of all people?" Amusement lingered in her veins. It mingled with her cells, and she couldn't help but laugh. "You, someone who can't even open up to his family? Blinded by his deplorable desire to improve and be better than All Might? You can't even see what's in front of you. How do you expect to help me if you can't even help the kids you fucking raised."

Endeavor was taken back.

What?

Ivette scoffed. "You don't even see it, do you?" Her quirk flickered, misty green wisps heading straight for the cameras and switching them off. Confusion and worry erupted within the surveillance room as the teachers desperately tried to get the cameras working again, whilst the students panicked. They didn't trust their precious classmate being all alone with the scary-looking hero.

Endeavor narrowed his eyes.

"See what?"

"How your own kids are scared of you," she replied, pupils narrowing to slits. The flame-hero sucked in a large breath. "How they hate the mere thought of you. How they despise your presence. How they take every chance to get away from you. How you ruined their lives. How you ruined their childhood."

And the cherry on the cake.

"How you killed one of them."

"You know nothing!" Endeavor roared. The flames on his body grew with his emotions.

"Then why are you getting so mad?" He froze. Blue, grief-ridden eyes stared down at the wise, destructive girl. "Anger comes from sadness. You know better than I do what you did. You know what your actions cost you. You were so caught up in your own growth that you lost track of what was important. You were so caught up in being the best hero that you lost your family. You lost your wife and your children. One of them literally."

And Endeavor finally understood. He shouldered the burden of being a hero that no one understood him anymore. A dim light far in the distance? A chance for a new start?

No. It was an illusion.

Emerald eyes darkened.

The cameras flicked on. Gasps echoed.

Kneeling on the floor was the one and only Endeavor. His callous fingers gripped his hair, green mists surrounding his head as nightmare plagued his head. But were they truly nightmares? No. They were the memories the hero had suppressed. And they were the memories Ivette brought back.

"Ivette!" her classmates yelled.

Todoroki watched in horror.

"Stop this!" Endeavor crumbled under the truth. "Stop at once!"

"Stop what?" Ivette questioned. "Stop from showing you your past? Stop from showing you what you caused?" She poured in the scenes she had collected from Shoto's past, easily reflecting them in Endeavor's mind. "Stop the grief you made happen? The pain? The tears? The broken hearts?" she spat. "The fucked up mentality you have killed so many people. You just never noticed. Or rather, you refused to notice. Ignorance is bliss, right?"

His veins bled out grief.

An endless puddle of crimson.

And as he forced his eyelids to part, staring up at the girl, he saw it. A dark haze of green flooded the area, suffocating those that booth stood and kneeled in it. Bloodlust slithered around like a snake, eyes glinting in the brightness of the day. Ivette's green eyes darkened with poisonous emotions that shone forth, blazing fiercely like the devil had come in her place, spreading its fallen wings and enlarging its demonic horns. Its shadow manifested behind her with incandescent red eyes and a manic grin, looming over her shoulders, a bloody malefic aura unleashing from the confinements of her petite body.

Bruno grinned devilishly.

Ivette stared down at the hero, a stony glare carved into her bright eyes, rendering Endeavor's whole body frozen. His cells stilled, his lungs stuttered for a breath.

It was like being nude in the middle of a hailstorm, where every chunk of ice was a frosted dagger cutting into his skin.

Fury blurred her sight.

Ivette tightened her jaw.

Her eyes shone the brightest, and Endeavor was uncertain whether they brimmed of sheer, sadistic bliss or unshed tears.

"Heroes this, heroes that," Ivette sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I've had enough of this bullshit. It's all an illusion to confine people to their place in society, holding them hostage and ensuring they don't step out of line. Those who do, however?" Her shoulders slumped. "Well, they're punished for doing so, even when they act with a righteous way of thinking."

Stain was a prime example.

But Ivette wasn't going to voice those words.

A plethora of eyes widened. Those who watched were shocked. Izuku more than anyone else. Kirishima, Bakugo and Todoroki were placed right after him. Where was his sister? Where was their soulmate? The girl who shone like a thousand suns, brilliant and radiant. Have they forgotten? Get too close to the sun, and you will inevitably burn.

Ivette has been burning all this time.

You see, your author tries desperately to be poetic, but the words jumble in her head, and she can't think straight anymore. The only words she can string together is that she's not okay. She has never been.

"I'll be taking my leave," was the last thing Ivette said, turning on her heel and heading straight for the exit. Endeavor couldn't move; he was immobilised. That meant she won.

There was no doubt in her mind.

But why was she so fucking tired?

Where are you, kind spirits? Where are you, sweet sorrowful dreams, when she needs you? Can't you tell? She doesn't know how to free her heart. Help her. Heart, I implore you, come back from the dark. It's time for your return. You don't need to be so strong. You don't need to act like everything's okay.

Rest, my dear child.

Rest, and then get some help.

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Going straight to the changing rooms, Ivette stripped out of her black leggings and white shirt. She slipped on her school uniform and left without saying goodbye to her classmates or teachers. She didn't want to spend another minute here. She didn't want to see another face. She didn't want to hear another voice.

Everything was too much. Everything was too overwhelming. Emotions racked her body; they weren't hers. Her heart ached.

Her mind screeched.

Her soul wept.

White camellias— only the sound of their falling amber-lit evening ricocheted through the humid, summer air, a drifting breeze.

"Ivette," she heard her beloved soulmates call out to her. Ivette lowered her head. She walked straight past them.

She didn't want to see them. Or rather, she didn't want them to see her so weak.

"Oi, Ivette," Bakugo called. He stood closer, reaching out to her.

Ivette brushed him off.

When was the last time she'd ever done that?

Hurt flashed before his eyes. Hurt plunged through their bond.

Ivette wanted to cry.

Stop, she sobbed in her mind. I don't want this. I don't want to be here. Enough. I want it all to stop. I want the pain to end.

"̸̨̢̰̘͉̩̙͇̣̝̎͛̈́̈́̔͂̕Ḽ̵̹̲̝̾̋́̊͊̍͘e̵̹̬̮͆͊t̶͓͖̒͋̒͌̄̓͘ ̵̞͖͔͉̯̝͑́͊͌̿̚m̵̨̢̤̤̣̤͚̮͓̹̽͐̀̊̋͑̎̏͜e̶̞͍̙̍͒ͅ ̶̛̤̼̥͖̖̊͒̿̈͗̔̍̄͂͛͜h̸̰͙̃̋̆̓̐̚̚ë̵̲͈̲͍̞́̒̚͝l̶̢̩̺̹̖̰̰̜͚͋̒p̷̬̱̲͉̲̄̆̒͘͜͝ ̵̟́̈́̈́͛̑̒͝y̵̲͍͕̓̀͆̓̃̈́̊͘o̸͉̫̚ṵ̷̢̝̱̪̝̥̾́͐̅͌̀͛͠,̸̡̰̱͖̼̺̹̃̅ ̵̙̥̠̣̼͕͇̎m̷̻͐͗̋̎y̷̡̘̤͈̙̯̳͌́͌̋ ̵̨̮͔̯̘̤̺̒́̇͜d̵̪̞̻̙̜͎̯̲͕͚͝ͅȩ̴̣̪͙͉̝̺̲͍͓̭̃̈́͒̔͊̽̇͘͝͝͝a̵͇͔̭̭̦̖͇͐̔̅̈͒̍̍̌͆͋r̴͙̊.̵̧̱̱̉̏̽"̶̛̠̬͕̜̯͕̈́͌̇̊͛̊̔̏̑̚ͅ

Green blinded her vision. One second, Ivette was just exiting her school campus, and the next second she was right at home, right in the entryway of her family's apartment.

Inko poked her head around the corner.

"Ivette?" She furrowed her brows. "What're you doing back so early?" Exhaustion bedizened her daughter's face, and her motherly instinct rose like the tides.

Tears blurred Ivette's vision.

"Mom," she sobbed.

Inko's eyes widened. She rushed forward, catching her weeping daughter. Whispers— leaves dreamt aloud, clouds climbed once more, and a broken girl was held in her mother's limbs once again.

"It's okay," soothed Inko, carding her fingers through Ivette's unruly, sweat-damped hair. "Everything's going to be okay. We're going to get through this— together, as a family."