So, All Might was my biological father.

Mr. Aizawa was my adoptive father.

All For One was my step-half brother (through adoption).

Tomura Shigaraki was my half-nephew.

Nana Shimura was my ded step-mother

Kotaro Shimura was my ded half-brother.

And my mom was my mom.

I can only imagine the family reunions. I was related to both the Symbol of Peace—and the Symbol of Evil.

Radical.

But who cares? I had real problems to worry about.

Things like—who was the best kisser?

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'Once my lips pressed against the ones of Katsuki Bakugou—I felt an overwhelming surge of darkness, hate, and anger. It was like our souls intersected, and it turns out—he doesn't have much of one. But overall, he has good technique—so I'll give him an 8/10.'

Shutting my kawaii journal, I placed it back in my purse and ran to Mr. Aizawa's house. I had hoped with all my heart he didn't find the Shrek pillow underneath my bed.

Once I arrived at my bedroom window, I started climbing the nearby tree toward it. I was trying to be as sneaky as James Bond, but the branches kept making rustling noises. Somehow, I was managing to do this in high heels and a party dress.

"Alright—just. . .one. . .more. . .branch!" Placing my hand on the one I was referring to—I felt a snap. "GAAAAH!!" I plummeted to my death which was only five-feet below me.

However, something caught me.

Oh no, it was Mr. Aizawa's infamous binding cloth. It wrapped around my waist, and hoisted me back up.

I knew I had been caught.

"(Y/N)!!" he shouted, helping me back into the house. "WHERE IN THE WORLD WERE YOU??"

I stood in front of him in my party wear—which gave him an idea of where I had been for the past few hours.

"Mr. Aizawa, I can explain—"

"YOU DELIBERATELY DISOBEYED ME!" He slid the comforters of my bed off, which revealed the life-sized Shrek doll. "WHAT IS THIS?"

"Wha—how did that get there. . .?"

"Don't you lie to me."

I couldn't help but feel tears waterfall down my face again—which messed up my mascara for the third time. My eyes probably looked as dark as Katsuki's soul right about now. "I'm sorry, M-Mr. Aizawa!! I just never had the chance to go to a house party before. . .and I—"

"Wait, you went to a house party???" he interrogated. "Who hosted it!?"

I didn't want to rat out my friend, but. . . "Katsuki."

"Ugh, well, I'll give his parents a call later."

"N-No! Please don't. He'll hate me if—"

"I'll tell him that Hanta Sero told me or something. I wouldn't blame you."

That made me feel better—casting the blame on someone else.

However, that's when it occurred to me. I had to tell Mr. Aizawa the other part of the truth. The one about All Might being my father—and me being Tomura's aunt. But I didn't think he'd take it so well, so I just kept it in for now.

"So. . .you're not mad?" I asked with sad eyes.

"No, you're my chirren and I couldn't stay mad at you. However, I'm still going to call the Bakugou's and explain why their house is trashed."

I smiled. But still, I had to tell Mr. Aizawa about my wacked-up family tree at some point. I mean, I don't even know if he'd believe me anyway.

After that, I changed into my sleeping gown and plopped in bed. It was time to dream about hawt anime boys and cheeseburgers.

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The next day, I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. It was the prerecorded voice of Shouto loudly singing, "SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME, IT'S YOUR POWER, TODOROKI. YOUR MOTHER BURNT YOUR FACE WHEN SHE LEFT~"

I flicked my hand over and disabled it. What a lovely way to start the day.

Then, I heard my window pane being tapped. When I looked over, I saw Tomura. What did he want? So, I headed over and opened it.

"Tomura, what are you doing outside my window?"

"I would like to request some pickles and orange juice, please."

"Oh—well why the pickles?"

"I rather enjoy dipping them in the orange juice."

Wow, I've never had such a strong feeling to gag before breakfast.

"Uh, well, alright. You know—I can't have Mr. Aizawa seeing you since he. . .kinda doesn't know that we're related."

"About that," he started. "I was wondering if it'd be alright if I lived here with you two."

What was he talking about? That'd be a disaster!

"That's not a good idea—Mr. Aizawa would not agree whatsoev—"

"No, no. I mean secretly live here. I could live up in the attic or something."

I thought about it. "Well, I guess Mr. Aizawa doesn't check that part of the house often. . .or at all, really."

"So, it's a deal?"

"Sure. But if he ever finds you up there—you need to have a hiding place or something."

Tomura crawled through my window and placed his Ariana Grande backpack down on the floor.

He explained, "Hehe, I'm a bit of an Arianator. I have all her albums—including her bobby pin which fell from her hair offstage at her Dangerous Woman tour back in 2017, March 21st, Salt Lake City, Utah."

"A-Alright then."

Maybe giving him permission to live here was a bad idea. I didn't realize he was such a kook.

So, I led him up to the attic. When we got there, he threw his backpack down. "I'm gonna get the boys to help me unpack. B.R.B." He ran back downstairs.

As I was waiting, I whipped out my phone and looked to see if I had received any texts from this morning. Turns out, I had one from Izuku!

'Hey, (Y/N). Sorry for telling everyone your secret. But things happen. Anyways, we're going to see a movie tonight, remember? I'm still wondering which one we should go to.'

Oh, I completely forgot about our plans. So, I texted back a 'k'. I just hoped he wouldn't choose something lame.

That's when I heard gigantic footsteps climb up the stairwell. Who could it be? Tomura was way too skinny to make a noise that loud.

"(Y/N), meet the boys." Tomura gestured to a few of these. . .demonic bird people with brain hats? "They're Nomu."

"Uh—okay?"

The Nomu piled in the attic and placed several cardboard boxes down. This must have been Tomura's stuff. It's almost like he knew I was going to accept him living here beforehand.

"Alright, thanks, boys. You can leave now."

The Nomu elegantly swan-dived out the nearest window and exited the property.

When Tomura unloaded the boxes, I saw that it was all. . .purely Ariana Grande merch.

"See!?" he rasped out. "This is Ariana Grande's actual bobby pin!" He held it up and showed it off to me.

"Wow, can I see that?"

"Sure, just be extremely careful." He handed it to me.

When it entered the palm of my hand, I chucked it out the window for it to never been seen again.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" he screamed like Alvin the Chipmunk on twice as much autotune. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!?!?!?"

"I read on the internet that holding someone else's bobby pin for too long, can give you a serious skin disease."

"DID I EVER GET A SKIN DISEASE FROM IT!?!?" he screeched.

I said, "Pfft, yeah, look at what you used to look like."

He made deranged noises before hanging up at least one-thousand posters of Ariana Grande. I swear, I couldn't even see the wall anymore because of how many he had. Tomura even placed a cardboard cutout of her in the corner.

Never in my life, had I seen so many Ariana Grande's in one room.

"Screw this, I'm out." So, I left.

On my way out, I got a call from Izuku. Answering it, I began with, "Hello."

"Hi, (Y/N). So, I wanted to get your opinion on something."

"Hm?"

"Should we see Frozen 2 or My Little Rat: The Movie?"

"Uhh, don't you mean My Little Pony?" I corrected.

"No, I mean My Little Rat. It's like this rip-off version of the ponies, but with rats. It got a one-star review on IMDb though."

I responded, "Screw the reviews, LET'S SEE IT!"

"Hehe, alright then!" he chuckled. "I'll pick you up at three."

"Noice," I smiled.

I'm pretty sure that My Little Rat was one of those movies based off a novel—but everyone hated it because they didn't like how far it strayed away from the original story. Also, I heard that the producers blew all their money on special effects instead of decent voice actors and a consistent storyline. But whatever!

I went back to my room, only to find my 'Who's the Best Kisser' notebook. Since Hanta got a five, Shouto got a seven-ish, and Katsuki got an eight—I wondered who would be awarded with the ten. . . .

The only people I had left to kiss were: Izuku, Eijiro, Denki, Tenya, and Hitoshi. Pah, I might even throw Neito in for the heck of it.