Y/N inserts (male and female)

Twice the Love (Part 7: The Fractured Path)

Weeks passed, and Y/N's days at U.A. grew busier and more intense. The training was grueling, but it gave him purpose. Every punch, every dodge, every clone he created brought him closer to the hero he wanted to be.

But no amount of training could quiet the thoughts of his dad.

Late one night, after the dorm lights were out, Y/N sat on the edge of his bed, turning the phone over in his hands. His mind wandered back to their last conversation. His dad's voice—cracked, desperate, and yet full of love—lingered in his thoughts.

He had to believe there was still hope for his father. He had to.

Meanwhile, in the League's hidden base, Twice was struggling to keep himself together. Shigaraki's sharp eyes had been on him ever since the failed operation at U.A., and the pressure was suffocating.

"You've been distracted," Shigaraki said one evening, his tone cold and cutting. "We can't afford liabilities, Twice."

Twice froze, his heart racing. "I'm not a liability! I—"

"Then prove it." Shigaraki's grin was unsettling, his fingers twitching at his sides. "We have another mission. One that will make up for your... hesitation."

Twice felt his stomach drop. He didn't need to hear the details to know what Shigaraki meant.

A week later, Y/N was called into Aizawa's office along with a small group of students. The pro hero stood before them, his expression grim.

"We've received intel about a League of Villains operation," Aizawa began. "It's a high-risk mission, but we've been asked to send some students to support the pros. This will be a controlled exercise, but I need to stress that this is real. If you're not ready, say so now."

Y/N's chest tightened. He knew he should say something, should excuse himself, but his hand rose before he could stop it.

"I'm ready," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Aizawa's gaze lingered on him for a moment before he nodded.

The mission took place at an abandoned factory on the edge of the city. The League had been using it as a supply depot, and the pro heroes were determined to shut it down.

Y/N and his classmates moved cautiously through the dark, echoing halls, their senses on high alert.

Then he heard it—a familiar voice, echoing down the corridor.

"No, no, no, this is bad. This is so bad. Why did it have to be here? Why did it have to be you?!"

Y/N's heart sank. "Dad..."

Before he could think, Twice appeared at the end of the hall, his eyes wide with panic.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be here!" Twice shouted, his clones materializing around him, creating a chaotic mirror image of his guilt and fear. "This isn't safe for you! Go back! Please!"

The other students immediately took defensive positions, but Y/N held up a hand.

"Wait!" he yelled. "Don't attack him!"

"Y/N, move!" one of his classmates shouted.

"I can handle this!" Y/N insisted, stepping forward.

Twice's clones moved erratically, their hands twitching as if unsure whether to attack or protect. Tears streamed down his face, his mask doing little to hide his anguish.

"Kiddo, please," Twice begged. "Just go. I don't want this. I don't want to hurt you!"

"You don't have to," Y/N said, his voice steady despite the lump in his throat. "Come with me, Dad. Walk away from this. We can figure it out together."

Twice froze, his real self trembling as the clones flickered and wavered. "I can't... I can't leave. They'll kill me, Y/N. They'll kill both of us."

"Not if we fight them together," Y/N said, stepping closer. "You've always been there for me, Dad. Let me be there for you now."

For a moment, it looked like Twice might take his hand. But then a shout echoed from deeper in the factory, and Shigaraki's voice rang out.

"Twice! What are you doing? Stop wasting time!"

Twice flinched, his clones surging forward in a frantic, uncontrolled wave.

"I'm sorry!" Twice cried, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry, kiddo!"

Y/N gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face as he defended himself, using his clones to hold back his father's. Each strike felt like a betrayal, each blow cutting deeper than the ones he received.

"Dad, stop!" Y/N shouted, his voice raw.

But Twice was inconsolable, his movements growing more erratic with every second. He was fighting himself as much as he was fighting Y/N.

It wasn't until the pro heroes arrived that the battle ended. Twice was subdued, his clones vanishing as he collapsed to his knees.

Y/N stood frozen, his body trembling as he watched his father being restrained.

"I'm sorry," Twice whispered, his voice barely audible. "I just wanted to keep you safe."

Y/N clenched his fists, his heart breaking. "You can still come back from this, Dad. I know you can."

As Twice was dragged away, Y/N felt a mix of relief and despair. He had survived the fight, but the wounds it left behind—both physical and emotional—would take far longer to heal.