I know this might be boring to read, so I'll skip to the main points.

This fanfiction will contain depictions and discussions of abuse, gore, mild body horror, mental illnesses portrayed from the viewpoint of someone who has experienced them, and explorations of toxic mentalities and how they harm those around us.

If any of this is triggering to you (as in it triggers a trauma response, which is how the word is meant to be used), please feel free to click off and read something lighter. I wholeheartedly support taking care of yourself and your mental health first. That being said, I promise this fic won't be a continuous downer. I have plenty of fun, cute, and silly moments planned, and my stupid sense of humor will be on full display here.

Another thing I should probably mention is that I'm not at all caught up with BNHA. You'd think I'd have the time thanks to quarantine, but you'd be wrong because my school hates me. So as much as I'm going to try to keep this canon-compliant (until it goes off the rails, of course), I will inevitably get stuff wrong. So I'm sorry in advance, and I ask that you be patient with me.

Also, please don't plagiarize this. My writing isn't worth plagiarizing in the first place, trust me, but a couple of people still tried, and it was a whole mess. So just save yourself the trouble and write your own story. I assure you it will be better than this one.

And finally, this whole book is dedicated to the best platonic wife in the world, SpunkyasQuiznak, who puts up with all the shitposts I send her that inspire my characters and simps over Dabi with me. You're the best, love, and I'm glad to be a co-mom with you. If you aren't following her, then you've made a grave error, because she's fantastic. And no, I'm not saying this because I'm utterly in love with her. I'm completely unbiased.

Much love,

Avie