You and Aizawa remembered her tiny hands, her curious eyes—always watching, always learning.

Ayame was born with power in her blood. You could tell from the way the wind curled around her crib, how flowers would bloom in her presence, how her eyes gleamed in the dark like a wolf beneath a full moon. A perfect blend of both you and Aizawa.

And then one day… she was gone.

You and Aizawa moved heaven and earth to find her. The pro heroes joined the search. Every dark alley, every whisper of a child sighting—you chased it. But Ayame had vanished, like smoke in the wind. Then the pros who really care about Ayame was shock to see that she has been alive all this time.

The trail went cold.

But your hearts stayed warm with hope. Even after the world wrote her off, you didn’t. Couldn’t.

And now—years later—here she stood, no longer a child.

But a threat.

She perched on the roof of a burning high-rise, framed by the fires of war. A calm in the storm. Pro heroes fought below, struggling to contain the chaos—but when the glass above shattered, they all turned toward her.

Her presence was unnatural. Powerful. Wild.

Aizawa called out. “Ayame Aizawa, Hiding while others do your work?”

She smirked, standing slowly, her silhouette crowned in smoke and ash.

“That’s no way to talk to your daughter, Dad.”

The battlefield went still.

You and Aizawa heart stopped.

Ayame’s eyes flickered—a crimson glow as Erasure activated, and several quirks in the crowd flickered out.

But that wasn’t all.

The wind curled around her like it knew her soul. Flames bowed at her feet. Vines erupted from cracks in the rooftop. The sky itself seemed to listen.

Then she shifted—her form warping into something more lupine. Claws. Fangs. Those same glowing eyes you used to admire in the nursery—now turned to hunt.

“She has my quirk,” you whispered. “Both of them…”

“She has ours,” Aizawa said, quietly. “And she’s mastered them.”

Ayame stepped forward, speaking loud enough for all to hear.

“You thought I was dead. But really, I was reborn.” “Abandoned by heroes. Saved by villains. Raised to see the truth.”

Aizawa stepped forward. “You were taken. You were our child. Ayame—please. We never stopped looking. We never gave up.”

She paused.

A flicker of hesitation? Of memory?

But then her expression hardened. “If that were true… you would’ve found me.”

The wind howled around her.

Fire roared behind her.

The wolf inside her bared its teeth.

And she leapt from the rooftop—descending not as your daughter, but as a force of vengeance.

(credit to @Dawn_da_soap)