"Welcome to my humble abode," Hizashi spoke after the two had entered his apartment.

Considering his status as a pro hero, the apartment didn't have too much to give. It consisted of a living room,  a kitchen with a cooking isle along with some bar stools, a bathroom, a bedroom, guest room and finally a small office like working space.

"I know it isn't much, but all my earnings go to my studio and radio show if I'm being honest...and to takeout food," the blond pro hero stated sheepishly, smiling awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck.

Sana huffed a soft laugh "You don't have to justify your living space to me, Hizashi. I spent the last ten years in old rundown apartments that were never checked on by landlords, this is honestly more than I could ask for. If you hadn't offered for me to come here, I probably would've stopped by a homeless shelter."

Hizashi watched Sana as she carefully put her bag down by the door and pulled her jacket around her a bit tighter. Judging by her body language and by the constant flitting of her eyes, he would say she wasn't too comfortable with this situation.

"Would you like something to drink? I can offer you some water, tea, coffee- well maybe not coffee since it's late in the afternoon and drinking coffee would probably be too much if you want to actually get some sleep later-"

Hizashi's rambling was cut off by a small laugh from Sana. When he looked up at her, her eyes were shining with some sort of happiness, which resulted in Hizashi grinning right back at her.

"I'd be okay with a cup of tea. It's been a while since I had a decent one," she said, folding her hands together in front of her, before she added "And then we could sit down and talk."

Hizashi nodded hastily before he dashed into the kitchen to go prepare their tea. Although he popped out of the kitchen door frame once more to ask "You wanna take the couch or do you wanna sit in the kitchen?"

Sana felt a bit taken aback by the question but settled for "We can talk in the kitchen," in the end. 

"Good idea, that way we can keep a good eye on our tea! I like your thinking!", the blond said, making Sana laugh once again.

She followed him into the kitchen and sat on one of the bar stools, watching Hizashi as he dashed around the kitchen to gather everything together.

While he was busy with preparing their tea, the ravenette slowly took off her mask and gently placed it on the counter. If she's already staying with him, she might as well get used to not wearing her mask. He's seen her without it on national television anyway.

As Hizashi focussed on the tea, he cautiously asked "So...I know we wanted to talk, but I'm not sure where to start exactly so I'm letting you go first."

When he turned to face her again, two cups in his hands, he looked starstruck once he saw her mask laying on the counter. His red orbs focused on her face and Sana averted her gaze.

"Sana?", Hizashi asked softly, his voice a little over a whisper as he carefully placed their cups on the counter.

"I thought since you probably already saw me on national television that-"

The blond pro hero cut her off as he gently laid a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. This in return caught the woman off guard, a soft red tinting her cheeks.

"Thank you for trusting me enough to take your mask off."

Sana felt her heart pick up a tad bit of speed and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks heating up even more now.

Hizashi, in return, was also blushing like a madman and quickly turned to get their tea so he could pour some into their cups.

Stupid daft idiot why did you do that?

He poured the two of them some tea before he leaned against the kitchen counter opposite of the raven haired woman. Hizashi didn't want to push her to talking, if she didn't feel comfortable then she wouldn't have to. After all, he'd like to claim that his daily morning coffee was mixed with some good old "respect women" juice.

"I think it all started about twelve or thirteen years ago. You should know that Dabi and I grew up in an abusive household. Our parents were forced to be married and my brother and I, well, we were born in hopes of one of us having the perfect quirk to one day become a great pro hero," Sana softly began, her hands wrapped around her cup of green tea.

"We trained every day until our father lost hopes of us being the best. He'd hoped for one of us having the quirks of both him and our mother, but when he realized neither of us did, he'd tossed us aside to go and create another child. Well, I think it's thirteen years ago, our little brother revealed to have both quirks. And with that he became our father's pride and joy.

"But Dabi wanted to prove he was a good son and could be a great hero and kept on training with his quirk, trying to endure his heat more and more. There were days where I wouldn't even recognize him throughout his drive to become the best. And when he'd overwork himself, our creator would blame me for not watching out for him."

Hizashi frowned over his cup of tea. Something about her background rung a bell in his mind, although he wasn't all too sure just yet.

Sana took a sip of her tea and set her cup down, watching as the liquid slowly spun in the cup, calming from the slight turbulence until it evened out.

"Soon my brother had enough of it. He didn't want to become the best pro hero out there while our creator constantly beat me down for not watching out over Dabi. So, he asked for him to meet us where he would regularly train us, until our younger brother was born, anyways."

She paused for a moment, making it obvious she struggled to talk about this subject. Hizashi was about to speak up, but decided against it when Sana softly continued.

"Trying to showcase his power, Dabi used it as a way to fake our suicide, acting like I got caught in the flames with him and that we both burned to death. And, I guess, you can imagine how well a raging fire reacts to sudden frost."

With that Sana looked up at Hizashi and pointed at her scar. 

She could see in his eyes how the gears were turning in his head. He was trying to connect the dots that she so carefully spread out to him.

"You said we should be honest with each other and I agreed. So I would be grateful if you could keep the following a secret until I say otherwise," she spoke and Hizashi nodded slowly.

"Well then, it's nice to meet you Yamada Hizashi. I'm Todoroki Teruha. Endeavour's firstborn daughter that supposedly died in an accident ten years ago."

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