Weeks passed, and the more time that passed, the more you wanted to tell Aizawa he was your father. You felt like you needed to tell someone. It felt like your secret was drowning you. Kirishima still stayed up with you and guided you back to your room, but you were growing increasingly violent even with your watch now. Even when asleep, there was no peace for you. Yiyu trained more, but your quirk was still attacking you.

It was now hard to control the drawings you made. Your throwing knives you would draw would come back to you. Sometimes, they would try to come from the floor and try to get you or worse after your friends. Your ink knew your biggest fear was hurting them, and it was using that against you.

You didn't know what to do and you were becoming more afraid of yourself. Kirishima always reassured you that you were going to be fine. Your friends tried to protect you while your ink attacked even sometimes getting hurt themselves. Aizawa was desperately trying to find your father because he felt like it was part of the problem. Your ink was becoming self-aware because you relied on it so much as a child to fill up your loneliness. If your father was around, maybe your ink would calm down.

He went through your mother's social media accounts and found a very old picture of him and your mother at the same party. He remembered that party well because he woke up in a hotel room naked and he had to pay for all the furniture. There wasn't anything sexual about the picture he was standing by your mother while she was serving people cake. Then, three months later, your mother made a pregnancy announcement.

He looked at the picture and decided to get all the men from the party that could have possibly got your mother pregnant. There were a lot of men, and he didn't exclude married men either. He ran his DNA first because, for obvious reasons, he was there, but he knew he didn't sleep with your mother. He just wanted to rule out suspects.

You were practicing with your quirk, but everything kept coming back at you.  Aizawa got in front of you once you took a break because your ink waited until your back was turned to try to kill you. Be blocked, the knives and the ink hit the ground, making you turn around shocked.

"Don't use your quirk anymore. It's trying to kill you," Aizawa said as your friends looked at you horrified.

"Why are you trying to kill me?! You are my quirk! I'm so sick of your bull shit, you listen to me, and you don't have a mind of your own!" You yelled out in frustration as your ink knives turned into a word.

Die.

"Die?" Aizawa asked as you pushed him out of the way. Ink quills tried killing him, but they got you instead.

"Y/n!" Kirishima yelled as you pulled them out of your arm.

"Stop trying to hurt people that don't deserve it!" You yelled as you tried erasing it, but your quirk wasn't working.

You quickly got out an eraser and started to erase it like that as blood dripped from your arm.

"Y/n, it's okay," Kirishima said as you were close to tears.

"My quirk is attacking people by itself! Do you think that it's okay for it to do that to people?" You asked as he hugged you.

For the first time in ages, you started crying.

"Here, let's go to the nurse and see what she can do," Kirishima said.

"Okay... this is so stupid," you said as your friends looked at you sadly.

You two walked to the nurse's office, and Kirishima sighed a bit.

"Why is your quirk attacking you?" He asked.

"If I knew, I would have stopped it by now. I'm going to have to self-isolate, I can't have you or anyone get hurt," you said.

"Y/n no, don't do that," he said.

"It worked when I was a kid," you said as you sighed weakly.

Not even halfway down the hallway, you heard an explosion.

"No!" You screamed, thinking your quirk had something to do with this.

You two ran back and saw the same villains you fought before. They broke out of prison and were wiping the floor with your friends.

Your father was fighting several people by himself, which he could handle, but you didn't know for how long.

"Come on, we have to help," Kirishima said as he quickly used his Harding quirk to block a deadly attack from hitting Decku.

You were drawing away and sent your creatures after them only for them to be destroyed in an instant by water.

"What? Water doesn't work on my drawings," you said, horrified, realizing your quirk was deliberately weakening itself so your friends would get hurt or, worse, die.

"No.. no! Stop it! Help them!" You yelled as you kept drawing only for them to get smashed into the ground like they were nothing.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" You yelled as you saw Aizawa fighting, but to your horror, the ceiling was coming down.

"No!" You screamed as you quickly ran to his side.

You pushed him out of the way only to have the ceiling collapse on you.

"Y/n?!" Aizawa yelled as you came out from the rubble, but you were angry.

Words appeared on your body, and you started growling.

Pain. Anger. Regret. Loneliness. Monster. Hate. Destructive. Liar.

"Your cheap tricks won't trick us this time !" A man yelled as you turned into a monster and started attacking them violently.

"Oh no, y/n!" Shoto yelled as you quickly defeated one guy, and you charged at another guy.

You then started going after your friends. You were screaming and blasting them with people's voices that were not yours.

You are going to kill everyone you care about with your quirk!

You are a monster!

I can't believe your mother didn't abort you! Make a sound, and I will make sure you regret being alive!

I just want to be left alone!

Why do I have to be a monster?

I want to have friends.

I want people to care about me.

Everyone is afraid of you and will always be afraid!

Y/n I'm sorry! I wish... I wish I never had you. Please stop attacking me! I can't hurt you! I can't do anything to stop you!

Why don't you kill yourself?

"Y/n, it's okay. You have to focus, stop! Please!" Kirishima yelled as you quickly smacked him away and screamed.

You were about to attack more of your friends when your mother came running.

"What is wrong with you?! Stop this rampage now!" Your mother screamed at you as Sketch came running, and you tried hurting him, but he dodged all your attacks and put his hands up.

He quickly turned to Aizawa but a much kinder version, and you stopped attacking.

"It's me... it's me... I'm your dad, remember? You drew me. Look, I'm not real. I'm just a piece of artwork, okay? They are real people see," he said as he cut his hand and ink dripped from his hand.

"See, I'm just ink. I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not real. I'm sorry... all this time you wanted love, that's all you ever wanted and I gave you want I could but it wasn't enough. I can't replace a real person no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was put band-aids on your wounds," he said as your mother looked at him, and tears started dripping down her face.

"She... she wanted him that bad she drew you?" She asked.

"Yes, ever since you told her who her dad was, all she wanted was him. She thought she was never good enough for him, so she worked hard to be a hero. So she can meet him and give him a piece of her mind but she can't do it. That other form was so people wouldn't find out. I don't know why her ink is like this, but I tried everything to settle it. I can't do anything for her anymore," he said as your mother went next to him.

"Why do you hate me? Why do I have to stay inside? Why did you leave me with a person who locked me in a closet? You never trusted me. You were always ashamed of me. You lied to me about loving me," your voice rang out as words of pure hate and pain were trying to drown out your voice.

"No, no, no! Y/n, listen to me, you are going to kill yourself. You are using your blood as ink right now. You need to turn back. If you need to hurt me, then do it. I'm replaceable. They are real, I'm not! Just please don't die. People love you and want you. I want you to be alright, and I'm not just saying that because I'm a drawing you made. I'm saying it as your friend and as your dad!" He said.

"I'm sorry, I should have never told you. I didn't want to lie to you, and I didn't want you to find out some other way. You weren't planned, and I didn't want him to take you from me and do what my parents did to me. I wanted to protect you. I had no idea about the nanny. It's not your fault, baby, please. I need you. Please stop this. You can do whatever you want to to me if it makes you feel better. Just come back," she said.

You screamed and started rampaging again, making Sketch get in front of you again.

You were never wanted!

They all lie!

"Y/n, please listen to me!" He said as he paused.

"Your notebook... Marry Y/n kept a journal! I told her that she needed to write all of her negative emotions down so she would not bottle them up inside! All these things are in her journal! This whole time, I thought it was me because I had free will. But it never was it was all the negative feelings that were never dealt with! She made the notebook out of her ink so her notebook was on her body. It has been making monsters this whole time. It has been seeping and corrupting her quirk this whole time! Her first entry was your boss calling her a monster. She became what she wrote, I had to stop her. Marry, I'm going to try to calm her ink! Calm the outside!" Sketch yelled.

"But you will be erased!" She yelled.

"It's better than all if you are dying! She can re-draw me. Marry, I'm sorry I have been hard on you. I wanted what was best for her too," he said as he quickly ran, touched you, and got absorbed by your body.

You screamed in anger and agony as Sketch was trying his best to calm your ink.

"You never told me you had a journal. You never told me you wanted your dad that much... it was my fault. I worked all the time and never gave you the attention you needed because of it. It's not your fault. None of this was your fault. Y/n I love you and always have. I should never have been afraid of your quirk, but it was stronger than mine. All I wanted was for you to be safe and happy," she said as your friends paused.

"Y/n, I know you never liked sharing your feelings, and it's okay. I get it. You were afraid of what we would think because you never had friends to talk to, and when you did, they ran away, but we won't. You may have hurt us, but none of us hold that against you because it was an accident. I have hurt people, too. I have hurt myself by accident, and we are all here to get stronger so we can help people. Your dream was to be a hero because your mom wanted to be one, but her quirk wasn't good enough.

We need you, and we care about you. Whatever you need, we will have your back. What friends are for? We can't help you right now. You need to help yourself and stop this ink from killing you," Kirishima said.

"Please y/n we're sorry for everything. We should have been more patient. If we were, maybe you wouldn't be like this," Momo said.

I don't want to hurt anyone...

Kill them now!

They are my friends and I need them.

They never needed you! If they did, they would have helped you. They hate you and want you to be alone! They are the reason you have to isolate yourself from everyone! No one cares about you. No one will ever care about you!  They are just drawings! They don't care about you, and they will never care about you!

I don't know what's real anymore... all I wanted to do was make my parents proud of me.

They will never be proud of you. Your mother wanted to abort you! But you were too far along to be terminated! If she hadn't found out your gender or gone sooner, she would have killed you!

I have to stop this by any means necessary.

Kill them!

"You know Sketch, I don't know how to tell him," you said, your voice ringing out like an announcement over the speaker.

"Tell who what?" Sketch asked.

"How Aizawa is my dad and that... even though he didn't know it, I was his daughter. I looked up to him, and I loved him because he was my dad. Also, you know how I had boyfriends at my other school?" You asked.

"Yeah... those guys were idiots. But I do see their point of view. Being almost eaten by a monster that you made in your sleep is pretty scary," he said.

"Well, I don't know, but do you think Kirishima is nice?" You asked

"Y/n, I can't tell you that, you know it, but he does seem to understand your quirk better than you do," he chuckled.

"Maybe when I get my quirk under control, I'll ask him out, but for now, I guess I'll have you protect him from my quirk by any means necessary. I just hope I don't become a monster," you chuckled.

"Even if you did, I know you will fight till the very end to protect everyone," Sketch said as you turned to face Kirishima.

You charged, and all your friends were about to attack you. It all happened in slow motion as your mother was trying to talk you down and drawing things to try to stop you.

"The only way to stop is if I die," you said as you immediately impaled yourself with hundreds of spokes, killing yourself in an instant.

"No!" Your mother screamed as tears welled in her eyes, and she ran up to you to try to save you only for the monster to disappear into a mix of blood and ink.

"This wasn't real?! Oh no.... y/n?!" Your mother screamed as everyone was shocked by what just happened.

Aizawa pulled out the DNA results from the test he took. He ran all his close friends, and all of them were negative. But now this was his. He opened the letter and saw he was your father.

He looked shocked and remembered how your ink attached to him. When he held your hand, your ink stopped. Every time you trained, it reminded him of himself. You also brought a sleeping bag to class. The number of arguments you two got into that ended up in full-on fights. You even called him old man any chance you got and erased his clothes to embarrass him. You erased things. That was his quirk. His quirk was growing dormant because your anger and pain didn't want to be erased anymore.

Your whole class started looking for you and tried to follow your ink and blood trails but to no prevail. Your mom was sobbing and screaming for you, but you never answered.

"She pushed me out of the way when the ceiling collapsed, check over, but those rock walls!" Aizawa said he started helping after he broke free from his train of thought.

"No!!" Your mother screamed, seeing ink and blood flowing from under some rocks and ceiling.

She moved the rocks out of the way and moved the piece of ceiling only to see you had been impaled by the ceiling, and you were covered in glass shards.

Your mom checked your pulse only to feel it for a second before it was gone the next.

"No!" Someone call an ambulance!" Your mother screamed as she started doing CPR on you to try to bring you back.