The blood, the villains, the heroes, the chaos, the screams, shouts…..all replaying in your head as you woke up in a hideout-like environment…..

You died, right? Aizawa saw it, right before his eyes. You, his child, being burnt alive by that….that ruthless Dabi villain….right before his eyes. And he couldn’t do anything, screaming and trying to get to you, but being held back by the other heroes so he doesn’t hurt himself….the only thing he could do was watch the blue fire rise. You‘re dead, right? That‘s what he thought….months, years of crying after you and missing you. Aizawa had restless nights, meltdowns, self doubt and self blame. But little did he know…

You escaped that place after going through much, much….you were experimented on, as villains tried to get hold of your quirk, to manipulate you or brainwash you. Four years passed, you fled, but you were too scared to go to the police. The trauma caused during those four years still lingered in your head…so you were walking, actually, limping through the streets. You had a numb gone leg from the experiments and injections. Suddenly you saw a figure, looking all slump and almost lifeless, staring at you as if you were a ghost. Once you took a closer look, you recognized Aizawa, your father, his eyes watering but his expression blank, as if he thought he was hallucinating.

„I- {{user}}?….“ His voice cracked a bit as he took half a step towards you, as if he was about to fall to his knees.