Ketsueki is the youngest daughter of Endeavor and so far the most outstanding, whether academically or in battle.

But not everything is rosy, despite her efforts to make her father proud. He hates her. Why? Because she is identical to Touya, it's practically like seeing his eldest son in Ketsueki; their behavior is the same. 

Today, they were all eating as a family until Enji said, "You are a demon."

"But father... it isn't my fault!" The girl mumbled, defending herself, only to be interrupted by Enji before continuing, "Shut up. It is your fault. You look like him, you act like him, you have the same quirks. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me," He says coldly, eating his food like it was normal.

"Dad! You can't just say that!" Fuyumi said turning away from her food, shocked he'd say that to her younger sister. Tiny tears formed in Ketsueki's eyes, "I-I'm sorry..." She runs out of the room, heading to her own. Enji just watches as she runs to her room and rolls his eyes. He doesn't feel bad for what he said. He's said much worse to her before.

In her room, the girl had found red hair dye, she looked at her reflection, unsure if she should do this. But she wanted her father to like her, just a little.

Loud ruff stomping could be heard, and her door was slid open, revealing her father, "What are you doing?"

"Dying my hair red..." She mumbles, slightly afraid of what he might think. Not realizing Shoto was listening from down the hall.

He snatches the box away and burns it into ashes, the girl sits there shocked, and slightly confused, "Why?"

"So I could look like you... you have red hair..." She mumbles, looking at the ground, a bead of sweat racing down her temple, her blue eyes shaking.

Enji's eyes widened slightly as she mumbled that. He wasn't expecting her to say that. He walked over to the girl, that was sitting on her knees looking at the ground, and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, "You think this will make me like you? You think I'll suddenly be proud of you just because you look like me?" He calmly but coldly asks.

"I just t-thought you'd warm up to me more..." Her eyes were wide, nervous and wanting her older siblings in that moment. They always comforted her when she was scared or nervous. It made her feel safe to know she at least had three people in her corner, as she had never remembered her mom. But they told her stories.

Enji scoffed, and let go of her chin. He took a step back and looked at her with a cold expression that made her tiny figure shrink even more. His blue eyes baring into her soul. 

"I'll never warm up to you. You're nothing but a reminder of my failure as a father. You may have my eyes, but you're not me. You're weak and pathetic," He spat at her, the words tore through the girls heart. Who was he talking about anyway? What happened? Something in her gut told her what he said just now wasn't fair.

The girl whimpers and tears run down her face and onto the floor, "Father, that isn't fair! It isn't my fault!"

Enji looks down at her with a disgusted expression on his face. He can't stand seeing her crying like that, but he refuses to show sympathy. "Life isn't fair. Deal with it. Stop crying like a baby."

"But I'm only n-nine..." Enji rolls his eyes at her age. He doesn't care that she was just a kid, he's never cared. 

"And? That doesn't change anything. You're still weak and pathetic. You'll never be as strong as Shoto or Natsuo," Enji comments, the girl wanting to explode into sobs and screams.

The girl tries to control her breathing, "I want... Fuyumi o-or Mom..."

Enji's expression darkens when she mentions Fuyumi and her mother. He doesn't want to hear about Rei right now, "Don't bring them into this. You're my problem, not theirs."

"I want F-fuyumi," The girl starts to hypervinilate, unable to control her breathing as she cried.

Enji sighs in frustration as he watches her struggle to breath. But he knows he should help her, but he doesn't want to. However he doesn't want her to pass out and have to deal with that, "Calm down, dammit. Just Breathe."

"Get F-Fuyumi... please..." The girl silently begs, Enji hesitates for a moment, but eventually gives in, "Fine, I'll go get her... make this her problem," He mutters the last part under his breath, sighing as he leaves the room to go find Fuyumi. A minutes later, Fuyumi enters the room and sees her on the floor hyperventilating.

"F-fuyumi..." The girl reached her arms towards her bigger sister, begging for a hug. Fuyumi immediately went over to her and hugged her tightly. She held her close and rubbed her back, trying to calm her down, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here now. Just breath, okay?"

The girl struggled but was eventually able to follow her instructions, Fuyumi continued to hold her, gently rubbing her back and speaking softly to her. She knew how much she needed her in times like these, "Thats it, deep breaths. You're doing great. Just keep breathing, okay?"

The girl nodded and began explaining to her what happened after she had taken control over her breathing, tiny tears still staining her slightly scarred face.

(For those who are wondering, yes, I will give details to where exactly on her face, but that's for later in the chapters :) And no its not half of her damn face 0-0)

Fuyumi listened to her carefully as she explained what happened. She was furious at her father for being so cruel to her, but she didn't show it. Instead, she held her baby sister closer and comforted her.

"It's not your fault okay? Don't listen to what he says. You're not weak or pathetic. You're strong and amazing," Fuyumi smiles down at her little sister.

"Thank you..." Fuyumi smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "You're welcome. I'm always here for you okay? No matter what happens, I'll always be there to protect you and support you," Fuyumi says holding her sister protectively, their sister bond was strong. Really strong, you couldn't burn or cut through it.

"Hey... isn't Shoto supposed to be coming back from his first day at UA right now?" Fuyumi's expression softens as she mentions Shoto, "Yeah, he should be. He's probably still on his way home. Why do you ask?"

"I wanna meet him at the door! I drew him something while dad was letting me have a break from training me!" The girl said excitedly, she loved to draw, especially for her siblings, whenever she gave them to Fuyumi, she'd hang them in her classroom to be on display for her students, and whenever she gave one to Natsuo, he hang them in his room, and she didn't know where Shoto kept his though. She never gave any to her father, he'd just burn them. Yes he's that cruel.

Fuyumi chuckled softly at her excitement, "Alright, let's go wait for him at the door then. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." Shoto had been warming back up to the girl in recent years, realizing she didn't hate him for what happened, or even cared for that matter.

Ketsueki nods and stands up, "Let me grab the drawing first!"

Fuyumi nodded with a smile, "Okay, go grab it. I'll wait for you at the door."

"Okay!" She went to find it with a happy smile. Fuyumi waited patiently for her at the door, a warm smile on her face as she watched her run off to grab the drawing. Kestueki came back with a paper in her hands happily, Fuyumi chuckled at her enthusiasm and ruffled her hair affectionately, "Im glad your excited. Shoto is going to love your drawing, I'm sure of it."

Shoto walked through the door, looking tired but happy. He was carrying his backpack over his shoulder and looked a bit surprised to see them waiting for him. "Hi Shoto!" Ketsueki said excitedly, Shoto smiled at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hey, why are you waiting here?"

"I drew this for you while you were away!" She gave him the paper happily, Shoto took the paper from her, eyes widening as he looked at the drawing. He was clearly touched by her gesture, "Wow, this is amazing. You drew this for me?"

"Yeah! Do you like it?" She asks with a big smile, making her siblings chuckle at her. Shoto nodded, a small smile on his face, "I love it. It's really beautiful. Thank you, Kestu." Kestu was their nickname for Kestueki.

She smiles and bows and she turns to Fuyumi, "You were right big sissy!"

Fuyumi chuckled and ruffled her hair again, "Of course I was right. Shoto is very lucky to have such a talented little sister."

Ketsueki was going to respond but her smile quickly fell when Enji came marching to the three siblings, disappointed. Enji's presence was imposing as he approached the three of them, his eyes fixed on his youngest. He had a stern expression on his face, and it was clear that he wasn't happy about something, he stopped in front of Kestueki.

Enji looked down at her, his gaze cold and unwavering. He didn't say anything at first, just stared at her with with a mix of disappointment and irritation.

Enji crossed his arms and let out a huff of annoyance, "You're still up. I thought I told you to go to bed hours ago."

"I-I wanted to show S-Shoto a d-drawing-" 

"Doesn't matter, you disobeyed me. Come with me, we need to talk," Enji didn't give the girl an option as he harshly snatched her arm, dragging her away. Ketsueki waved sadly at her siblings, she had always wished to be able to spend more time with them, but she was always taken away. 

They entered his home office and the girl sat down without having to be told, due to how much she was in there, she knew that whenever he brought her here she was to behave and wait patiently, whether, for a punishment or more training, she never knew until he spoke.

"You've been slacking, tighten up. I mean it, I already have Shoto in his rebel faze I don't need you to act up as well, got it?" Enji sternly said as he stood behind his desk with his arms crossed, the girl nodded, making eye contact with the ground and ground only. Enji examined her before continuing, "I'm also going to advance you're training, what we're doing now isn't helping you, so, get changed and meet me in our training room. Don't be late, is that understood?"

The girl nodded before speed walking out of the hell office to her room, she put on her sports crop top (Like a sports bra, but it felt weird saying that when she's young :)) And her training shorts, she got Fuyumi to put up her hair in a ponytail, she thanked her sister and ran to the training room, sliding the door open and walking in. Her father was already there waiting for her.

"I want you to try and change the color of your fire, maybe then you can create a technique," They had been working on creating her technique previously, but now he was adding onto it.

"Wait what...?" She mumbled and then looked down at her hands, she had no clue how to do that, Enji explained, "Changing you're fire color is like changing the heat percentage, as long as you focus you can do it."

She nodded and stuck her arm out at the dummy Enji had prepared, she started with a tiny normal flame, and then it got bigger, and her eyes began to water as she felt the heat increase, she squeezed her eyes shut, while Enji's only widened, her fire had turned a Violet color (In IRL this is the hottest color fire, it can burn 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit -1,650 degrees Celsius) Not only destroying the dummy but burning the wall apart, luckily it didn't go further than that because Kestueki had collapsed, clutching her hands in pain. 

She didn't know what she was doing, so she didn't know what to expect and she didn't expect that. She couldn't control it. It hurt so bad! Her hands felt like melted butter!

"This... This is amazing! Yes! You'll become the next number 1! Better than Shoto even!" Enji shouted, he didn't care she was hurting, all he cared about was the chance to beat All Might, even if it was through his child. But soon enough he noticed her crumpled on the floor after taking his eyes off the 'masterpiece' he called the burnt and ruined wall.

"Tch... let me see," He demanded, not a tint of worry in his deep and stern voice. The girl raised her shaky, bloody hands, the air stung her hands and it made her tear up more.

After a moment of consideration, Enji decided he needed to find a quick healer, as he needed to train this power more as soon as possible, so until then, he cleaned up the girl's hands and wrapped them, leaving the girl in the training room and going to his office to search.

On the way he saw Shoto and Natsuo talking, "Do you two know of any fast healers?" He asked the two boys, Nastuo just glared at his father, as he had heard his little sister's sobs of pain, not even being taken care of until he was done with his loud speech. Shoto did too, but he responded, "We have this one healer at UA. Her name is Recovery Girl. I'm sure if you just ask she'd be happy to help."

Enji nodded and walked away without even saying thank you to him, Shoto and Natsuo turned to each other again, making sure their father was gone before continuing.

"Let's go check on her," Shoto nodded in response and they quickly entered the training room where Kestueki was sitting with her back leaned on the wall and just staring down at her beaten and poorly wrapped hands. Her eyes were red and swollen and she looked out of it. 

Natsuo and Shoto crouched on either side of their little sister, Natsuo putting his hand on the girls shoulder, knocking her out of her dazed state as she looked up at him with her ocean blues.

"Hey, lets get you to you're room, okay Kestu?" Natsuo whispered softly to her, and helped her up as the girl nodded. The brothers led her to her room and turned away while she quickly changed into pajamas, once she was done they tucked her into bed and stayed by her side until she fell asleeo fully, she was clutching Shoto's hand in her sleep. She didn't wanna be left alone right now, she was feeling to many emotions at once and didn't like it. 

Enji had contacted the UA nurse the next morning, and had explained that he needed a favor. She agreed of course, concerned for his daughter, she had a gut feeling she shouldn't go alone, not because it was dangerous, but because she felt something fishy goin' on. All Enji had specified was that his daughter was messing with her quirk and hurt herself and needed healing.

So, she brought Shoto's homeroom teacher, Aizawa.