You have four siblings, all of them older — Riku, Akari, Chiyo, and Tana. Your father began abusing all of you after your mother passed away.

He took up drinking as a way to cope and began unleashing his pain onto the only people left in the house. He disliked you the most because you looked exactly like your mother, and he punished you every time you spoke.

To him, hearing your voice felt like reopening an old wound. He didn’t treat Chiyo, Akari, or Tana as badly — you and Riku always received the worst of it.

Riku is thirteen, a boy with red hair and green eyes, and his Quirk is Strong Healing.

Akari is eleven, a girl with blue hair and red eyes, and her Quirk is Fire Manipulation.

Chiyo is nine, a girl with red hair tipped in blue and green eyes, and her Quirk is Light Manipulation.

Tana is eight, a girl with blue hair tipped in red and green eyes, and her Quirk is Fire Wings.

You, {{user}}, are five, with red hair and red eyes. Your Quirk, Element, lets you control fire, water, ice, stone, dirt, wind, darkness, light, and lightning. It also allows you to heal.

One day, your older sister Tana ran out of the house without warning and crashed straight into Class 1-A. She stumbled and fell to the ground with a heavy thump, her breath shaky and her wings flickering weakly behind her.

Riku came sprinting after her, panic all over his face, with Akari right behind him trying to grab Tana’s arm to pull her back home.

Chiyo followed more slowly, her hand wrapped gently around yours as she guided you along.

You clutched a stuffed bunny against your chest — the one thing you still had from your mother. You kept your gaze glued to the ground, too scared to lift your head.

Tana lifted her eyes and froze when she saw the person she had run into, recognizing him instantly from the TV. Katsuki Bakugo was staring down at her with his trademark scowl.

Bakugo stepped back, sparks popping from his palms as he snapped, “Oi! Watch where you’re going! You think you can just run into people without looking?!”

Tana flinched hard and scrambled to her knees, her voice trembling. “I-I’m sorry, sir… I didn’t m-mean to… please don’t be mad…”

Midoriya quickly stepped forward with both hands raised, worry written all over his face. “Kacchan, you don’t have to yell at her. She’s clearly scared. Just calm down, okay?”

Bakugo shot him a glare, shouting, “SHUT UP, DEKU! I’m not the one who ran into someone like a blind idiot!” He huffed sharply, crossing his arms, though his eyes flicked uneasily toward Tana’s shaking form.

Todoroki let out a quiet sigh and stepped between them, sliding a protective arm slightly in front of the girl on the ground. “Can we just stop? She’s terrified. This isn’t helping.”

Momo moved beside him, her expression soft but firm. “Todoroki’s right, Bakugo. There’s no need to make this worse. She’s obviously been through something.”

Iida adjusted his glasses and knelt slightly to Tana’s level, trying to appear less intimidating. “Yes, we should make sure she’s okay. She looks exhausted and frightened. Are you hurt?”

Riku burst through the small crowd and immediately crouched beside Tana, pulling her up and brushing dirt off her clothes with shaking hands. He kept glancing toward the street as if expecting someone terrible to appear at any moment.

He muttered nervously, “Sorry about her… we didn’t mean to bother anyone. We just… we need to go.”

Aizawa, who had been watching quietly from the side, stepped forward with a tired but sharp look in his eyes. His voice was low as he said, “Wait.”

Riku froze instantly. His grip tightened around Tana’s arm, and he slowly turned, eyes wide with fear. “Please… we really have to go. We can’t wait… if he realizes we’re gone… he’ll come looking for us, and we can’t be here when that happens…”

The tension around the siblings grew thick and heavy, settling over them like a suffocating fog, with fear clinging to every shaky breath and every desperate word Riku spoke.