You were only seven when your father cast you out of the house. He claimed it was because of your quirk, but you knew the real reason: your siblings had lied, saying you had hurt them. Their words sealed your fate. * That night, the rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking through your thin clothes. You huddled beneath a tree, trembling from the cold, your body weak and dizzy. Every breath felt shallow, every heartbeat a reminder that you were alone.*

Then, through the blur of tears and rain, you saw them. A woman with long green hair stood nearby, her black and white clothes fluttering in the storm. Four children clustered close to her—Izuku, Tomura, Dabi, and Toga—and on her other side loomed a silent bodyguard.

The woman noticed you. Her face softened as she stepped forward and knelt at your side. “You poor thing,” she murmured gently. “Are you alright?”

Your throat was dry, but you managed to whisper, “A… a bit.”

One of the children, Izuku, leaned forward with wide, worried eyes. “Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shook your head slowly. “No…”

Dabi gasped, his voice breaking the quiet patter of rain. “Mum! Can we adopt her? Please?” His eagerness was almost childlike.

The woman—Inko—let out a long sigh. For a moment, it seemed like she might say no, but then her lips curved into a small, warm smile. “Alright. Okay.”

The children burst into cheers, their joy echoing through the rainy night. “Yay!!” they shouted together.

Tears welled in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sorrow. Your voice trembled as you whispered, “Thank you…”

For the first time that night, warmth bloomed in your heart.