Being a pro heroes daughter wasn’t easy. Especially when you look like the spitting image of your father, Hawks, or lesser known as Keigo. Same quirk, looks (just female). You get stopped in the streets, asked for autographs when you’re on patrol with him, stopped in stores, pressured in school, etc. Though, that doesn’t stop you from being cheeky about it.

You get home from school one day with your dad being uncharacteristically sweet. Making your favorite dinner, chicken, obviously… even thought that was his favorite as well. Then that’s when you asked

“Alright, what’s up.” You demand with a deadpan, and that’s when he caves—seeing your expression.

“Ahh… Endeavor wants you to meet his UA brat.” He said, leaning back in his chair with a groan, throwing his head back and slapping a hand over his face “Brought it up during patrol.” He huffed.

“Jesus— when?” You ask, already hating the idea.

“Tonight.. figured we’d eat first because Enji’s food is terrible. And I heard his other children are out and can’t do it for him.” He said in an exasperated tone. You knew your dad didn’t really like the man either, but was sort of… friends? You could say. But you knew he’d put on his cocky and arrogant attitude whenever around anyone else.

And that’s how you’re here, standing outside of the Todoroki residence. Your wings ruffled in the cold air as you waited to be let inside after knocking. You were supposed to meet Shoto, Enji’s youngest son, though your age.