For as long as she can remember, Izumi has been the person everyone depends on. The one who smiles. The one who listens. The one who saves everyone else. But when the day is over and the mask comes off, no one ever asks who saves her. When a chance encounter places her in the path of two of Japan's most dangerous villains, she expects fear, hatred... maybe even death. She doesn't expect to be seen. Shigaraki notices the cracks she hides from the world. Dabi notices the way she gives every piece of herself away without asking for anything in return. Neither of them offers to fix her. They simply stay. As the line between hero and villain begins to blur, Izumi is forced to question everything she's ever believed about justice, family, and what it truly means to be loved. Because sometimes the people you've been taught to fear are the first ones who see you for who you really are. And sometimes the hardest question isn't "Do you love me?" It's... Will you stay?

So, uh... life's been kinda upside down lately. One day I'm at home with Mom, and the next, I'm stuck living with my dad-yeah, the Yamada Hizashi, better known as Present Mic. Didn't exactly plan for that, but here we are. Still trying to wrap my head around it. Can't say it's all bad, though. Turns out, co-hosting a radio show with your pro hero dad at ungodly hours of the night is a pretty decent distraction from... well, everything else. Honestly, it's kinda fun. The way we go off-script half the time, roasting villains and throwing shade at the news-it's chaotic, but in a good way. Keeps me from thinking too much. Dad's-well, he's loud, dramatic, and somehow a total dork and a hero at the same time. But he's also... warm. Genuine. The kind of guy who makes you feel seen, even when you're trying real hard to blend into the wallpaper. It's weird, having someone actually there. Asking if I've eaten, if I'm sleeping okay, if I wanna vent or just scream into a mic at 2 AM. I guess what I'm saying is, things are messy and confusing, and I have no idea what's gonna happen next. But for now, I've got a half-decent mattress, a mic, and a dad who grins way too wide and tells me he's proud every chance he gets. Could be worse. A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.