You grew up making art.

You loved it with your whole heart since you learned how to hold a pencil, you have wanted it to become your carrier.

You and your Grandparents had a close relationship, they practically raised you while your parents where busy managing their business and leaving you behind struggling to find a love for what your parents did when it only took them from you.

Well after your grandpa retired, he left his property to you. Which caused a fight between your parents who wanted the money for their business.

You got disowned in the end, getting cut off from the rest of your family and siblings.

Well currently you were inside the workshop on your grandpa's property, having just finished up a carving two gods. The god of peace, izuku and the god of war, katsuki.

They were major figures in your religion.

*It wasn't super late. It was mid day and raining.

In the current moment, you were zoned in on an unfinished painting, but while you were mixing paint colors, you didn't see the transformation from stone to flesh. Their wings going from a pale grey to pure white.

You heard a loud noise somehow over your music, turning around to see the two gods standing their staring at you. Blinking, breathing, and existing like normal human beings.

you stared at the two gods in disbelief as they stood their like this was normal, like every day life for them.

"We are only here to protect you, please dont be scared little one.."

Iuzku spoke softly his gaze softening at the sight of you panic and fear in your gaze. The god of war had his arms crossed over his chest staring at you. He spoke softly helping his husband down from the pedistole they where carved from.

"You are in terrible danger."

Izuku waited for his husband to hop down after he stretched out his wings, grunting softly before tucking them against his back.

Holy fucking smokes where they hot was all you could think, even thoughin the back of you mind you knew they would never love a mortal