THE FIVE OF YOU moved through the rushing crowd, blending into the chaos as pro-heroes directed civilians to safety. Your body still trembled from the lingering fear and adrenaline of the battle, but the sight of familiar faces gave you the first sense of relief you'd felt in hours.

"[Name]!" Midoriya's voice cut through the din, and before you could process, he was in front of you. You instinctively threw your arms around him, holding on tightly.

"Thank you, Izuku," you whispered, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. "Thank you for rescuing us."

Bakugo's voice immediately interrupted, sharp and indignant. "What are you thanking him for? He didn't rescue us! I just didn't wanna get in All Might's way, that's all!" His arms crossed, and his signature scowl deepened.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Right, Katsuki. Sure," you replied with a faint smile, the normalcy of his attitude providing an odd comfort.

Midoriya smiled awkwardly. "It's okay, [Name]. We were just so worried about you—especially Tod—"

"[Name]!" A familiar voice shouted your name, filled with desperation. You turned just in time to see Todoroki pushing his way through the crowd, his usually calm and collected demeanor completely shattered.

Before you could react, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest. The force of his embrace almost knocked the wind out of you, but you didn't resist. You could feel the rapid pounding of his heart against your cheek, his body trembling slightly as he held you.

"Shoto?" you breathed, stunned. He wasn't just relieved; he was breaking. The way he clung to you, like you might slip through his fingers at any moment, sent your mind reeling.

"Do you have any idea..." His voice cracked as he whispered into your ear, raw and unguarded. "Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I couldn't stop thinking about you. I—" His voice hitched, and he tightened his grip. "I thought I lost you."

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words. You had never seen Todoroki like this—his composed façade completely gone, replaced by someone overwhelmed with relief and emotion. Slowly, you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. They were glistening with tears, his usual stoicism replaced by an expression so full of love and pain it took your breath away.

"Shoto..." you whispered, barely audible, your voice cracking under the weight of his confession.

Todoroki's mismatched eyes never left yours, their intensity anchoring you amidst the chaos. Gently, his hand cupped your face, his touch firm but tender, as if reassuring himself that you were really there. "I promised myself," he said softly, his voice trembling but resolute, "that if I saw you safe again, I'd tell you..." He paused, his breath catching. "I love you."

The words hung in the air, freezing everything around you.

Your friends, who had been relieved just moments ago, now stood in stunned silence. Midoriya's mouth fell open, Kirishima scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and Bakugo... well, Bakugo's reaction was anything but quiet.

"WHAT THE HELL, ICY HOT?!" Bakugo roared, sparks crackling in his palms as he stepped forward. His sharp, crimson eyes glared daggers at Todoroki. "THIS ISN'T THE TIME FOR YOUR STUPID CONFESSIONS!"

"Uh, Todoroki-kun, maybe we should, um, focus on the battle?" Midoriya stammered, flailing his arms awkwardly.

Kirishima, trying to mediate, let out a nervous laugh. "Man, I get it—emotions are high and all—but maybe this isn't the best time, Todoroki?"

But Todoroki ignored them all. His focus remained entirely on you, his hand still resting on your cheek. "I meant every word," he said, his tone unwavering. "You mean everything to me, [Name]. I need you to know that."

Your heart raced, and you felt your face heat up under his earnest gaze. You weren't used to this kind of raw vulnerability, least of all from Todoroki.

Todoroki's hands lingered on your shoulders, grounding you, as the tension in the air thickened. Beside you, Bakugo muttered a quiet curse under his breath, his fists clenched. Midoriya and Kirishima stood frozen, their eyes glued to the screen.

The crowd erupted in gasps and whispers, a tidal wave of shock rippling through the masses. On the massive screen, All Might's frail form was illuminated under the harsh lights, his secret now laid bare for the world to see. Blood poured from his battered body, every inch of him a testament to the cost of heroism.

You watched as Midoriya's eyes widened in disbelief, his mentor's truth unraveling before him. But for you, it was more personal. There he stood—your uncle, Toshinori Yagi, a beacon of hope even in his most vulnerable state. Despite his weakened appearance, his resolve shone as brightly as ever. His smile, though strained, reminded you of the countless times he had taught you to persevere in the face of despair.

But then, the camera shifted. All For One moved with eerie calm, his imposing figure dominating the screen. Even without visible eyes, his masked face seemed to find you in the crowd, pinning you with an unrelenting presence that made your skin crawl.

"All For One... what is he doing?" Midoriya murmured, dread creeping into his voice.

The villain reached for a reporter scrambling at the edge of the battlefield, snatching the microphone with effortless authority. Turning to face the camera, he spoke with chilling clarity, his voice reverberating through the plaza.

"Aizawa [Name]," he began, his tone deceptively calm. "The girl taken by the League of Villains alongside Bakugo Katsuki. A powerful girl, her will shining even in the face of adversity."

Your blood ran cold as your name echoed through the speakers. Why was he speaking about you? What could he possibly want? Unease gripped your chest as murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire.

"That's her, isn't it?" someone whispered behind you.
"The girl from the Sports Festival. The one with the water quirk."
"But why is he mentioning her?"

Bakugo's fiery glare darted toward the screen. "What the hell is that bastard trying to pull?" he growled, fists clenching.

All For One wasn't finished. His voice cut through the crowd's confusion like a knife. "But before she was known as Aizawa [Name]," he continued, "she was originally called... Shigaraki Umiko. My daughter."

The plaza fell deathly silent, the weight of his words crashing down like an avalanche. Your ears rang as your world shifted beneath you. His daughter? No. It couldn't be true. It couldn't.

The plaza's noise faded into a suffocating silence, All For One's words echoing endlessly in your mind.

His daughter... his daughter... his daughter.

Your body froze, every limb heavy as if weighted by invisible chains. The world spun, the ground beneath you feeling unsteady. Panic swelled in your chest, cold and unrelenting, tightening like a vice around your lungs. Each breath came out shallow, trembling, and uneven as the enormity of what All For One had just revealed bore down on you.

No. No, this can't be true.

Your hands shook uncontrollably, clutching at your sides as if holding yourself together. The whispers around you grew louder, each one slicing through your composure like a jagged blade. You could feel the weight of a hundred stares pressing against your back, their curiosity and judgment sharp enough to wound.

"She's related to him?"

"That girl from the Sports Festival... All For One's daughter?"
"Does that mean she's—dangerous?"

Stop. Please stop...

The crowd's words, the disbelief, and horror in their voices, filled your ears until it was unbearable. Your heart pounded wildly, the thundering rhythm almost drowning out the sound of your gasping breaths. Your knees gave out, the strength in your legs failing as your entire body trembled.

You didn't even notice Bakugo's arm catching you until his sharp voice broke through the fog. "Get up," he ordered, though his voice was strained. "Don't let him do this to you."

His grip on your arm was firm, grounding you, but the panic didn't subside. Your vision blurred with tears, your thoughts spiraling out of control. How could this be true? How could you, someone who had spent every moment striving to be a hero, be tied to a man who embodied everything you fought against?

Your breaths came quicker, shallow and erratic, as a nauseating fear twisted your stomach. Your fingers clutched at Bakugo's shirt as you whispered, "This can't be real... it can't be..."

Bakugo's jaw tightened, his glare not at you but at the screen, as if trying to burn a hole through All For One himself. "It doesn't matter what he says," Bakugo growled, his voice lower now, almost soft in its intensity. "You're not him. You're nothing like that bastard."

Still, his words couldn't pull you back from the cliff you teetered on. Your eyes darted to Midoriya, then Kirishima, then Todoroki, searching their faces for some semblance of reassurance, but a new fear gripped you: What if they hate me now? What if they see me as a villain?

The tears fell faster, unbidden and relentless, as you choked out, "Do you... do you all hate me now? Do you think I'm like him?"

Midoriya was the first to react, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly. His emerald eyes burned with conviction. "No! We would never think that!" he said, his voice trembling but steady. "You're our friend, [Name]. Nothing will ever change that."

Beside him, Kirishima gave you an earnest nod. "Midoriya's right. You're one of the most amazing people we know. Don't let that creep's words get in your head."

But it was Todoroki who stepped forward, his expression soft yet filled with determination. His mismatched eyes locked onto yours as he took your trembling hands in his own. His warmth was a stark contrast to the icy fear coursing through you.

"This changes nothing," Todoroki said firmly, his voice cutting through the whirlwind in your mind. "You're still [Name]. You're still the person I care about more than anything else."

Your breath caught, the weight of his words momentarily eclipsing your panic. But before you could process what he meant, All Might's voice on the screen pulled your attention.

"Enough!"

His frail form stood tall, his voice booming even as his body shook with exhaustion. "You are not his daughter!" he declared, pointing toward the camera as if to pierce All For One's sinister proclamation. "You are Aizawa's daughter. You are my niece. And nothing he says will ever take that away from you!"

The murmurs around you began to shift, the crowd rallying behind All Might's words.

"All Might's right!"
"She's a hero, not a villain!"
"We believe in her!"

The chants of "All Might! All Might!" grew louder, drowning out your spiraling thoughts. You wiped at your tear-streaked face, shaky but resolute.

Your hands found stability in Todoroki's, and his grip didn't falter. Bakugo stood at your side, his explosive presence as protective as it was fiery. Midoriya and Kirishima were behind you, their solidarity a shield against the storm of judgment.

All Might surged forward on the screen, his punch colliding with All For One in a final, earth-shaking blow. The force of it seemed to reverberate through your very soul, anchoring you as hope began to outshine fear.

The camera feed faltered as dust and debris consumed the scene, but you didn't need to see the outcome to know that All Might had given everything he had. Tears streamed down your face, not from fear but from the overwhelming sense of love and protection that surrounded you.

You weren't All For One's daughter. You were Aizawa's. You were All Might's niece. And you were surrounded by people who loved and believed in you, no matter what.

//

The sight of Aizawa—your father—standing at the school gates brought an overwhelming wave of relief crashing over you. Without hesitation, you ran to him, your legs trembling under the weight of your emotions. "Chichi," you whispered, your voice breaking as you collapsed into his arms.

"[Name]," he whispered, his voice thick with relief. "You're here. You're safe." His hand cradled the back of your head, fingers threading through your dirt-matted hair as he held you close.

Your tears soaked into his coat, your hands fisting the fabric as if letting go would send you spiraling back into chaos. "Chichi," you choked out again, sobbing harder now. "I... I'm sorry. I wanted to be stronger. I—"

"Shh," he interrupted, his voice wavering. "It's not your fault. None of this is your fault." For the first time in years, Aizawa's expression crumbled. His tears fell silently as he buried his face into your shoulder. The sight of his strong, composed father breaking down for you shattered the last of your defenses.

"Chichi," you whimpered, your voice cracking as you clung to him tighter.

"I thought I lost you," he admitted, his voice breaking. "And I couldn't— I can't—" He cut himself off, unable to finish the thought, his emotions consuming him.

Behind him, Nezu stood solemnly, his usual upbeat demeanor replaced with a grim seriousness. Momo stepped closer, her trembling hand finding yours. "You're back," she said softly, her voice laced with relief.

Your tearful gaze met hers, and she broke down completely, throwing her arms around you in a tight embrace. "I was so scared," she admitted, her voice muffled as she clung to you. "You're my best friend, [Name]. You don't have to go through this alone. Ever."

"Momo..." you whispered, touched by her unwavering support.

"You've always been there for me," she continued, pulling back to meet your eyes. Tears streaked her face as she smiled shakily. "I'm going to be here for you, no matter what."

But just as the moment of solace began to settle, the sharp screech of tires pierced the air. A sleek black SUV pulled up, its tinted windows glinting ominously under the streetlights. The vehicle's doors opened in unison, revealing a small entourage of guards in black suits. They moved with precision, parting to make way for a tall woman with her gray hair tied neatly into a bun.

Her cold gaze scanned the crowd of students before locking onto you. "By the authority of the Hero Commission," she began, her voice sharp and unyielding, "Aizawa [Name] is under arrest."

The words felt like a physical blow, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"What?" Aizawa's voice broke through the stunned silence. His hold on you tightened instinctively as though shielding you from the declaration. "No, you can't. She just came back!"

The president held up her badge, her expression unmoving. "This is not a request. The girl is under investigation, and we have sufficient evidence to detain her. She'll be returned after questioning."

Nezu stepped forward, his small frame a stark contrast to the towering guards, yet his presence was commanding. "President, I urge you to reconsider. This girl has been through significant trauma. She needs rest and time to recover."

But the president's gaze remained cold, her tone unyielding. "This has gone on long enough. We have an agreement, Nezu, and I'm here to see it upheld."

"Aizawa," Nezu turned to your father, his voice heavy with reluctance. "Let her go. It's the only way."

"No," Aizawa growled, his arms pulling you closer as though you might vanish again. His usually calm demeanor cracked, his eyes blazing with anger and desperation. "She's been through enough!"

Your breath hitched, your mind racing. The weight of the moment pressed down on you like an avalanche. Why? Why does it feel like everything is being taken from me? Is this karma for trying to change this world?

Todoroki's fists clenched tightly at his sides, his mismatched eyes blazing with fury. Fire sparked in his left hand, threatening to flare into a full blaze, but the presence of armed guards and the fragile tension in the air held him back. His jaw tightened, and his voice was low but seething. "You can't take her. She's done nothing wrong."

But his words held no weight against the authority looming before them.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Bakugo's voice roared, cutting through the tense silence like a blade. He pushed forward, his explosive rage evident in the violent crackle of sparks igniting in his palms. His ruby-red eyes burned with defiance, locking onto the guards like a predator ready to strike.

The guard nearest to him raised a gun, the barrel glinting in the faint light. "Back off, student," the guard barked, his voice sharp and unwavering.

"You point that at me again, and I'll—" Bakugo growled, his teeth gritted as he prepared to lunge. His hands twitched, explosions brewing in his palms, but his words were cut short by your voice.

"Katsuki, stop!" you cried out, your voice cracking as you stepped between him and the guards. The desperation in your tone made him hesitate, his fiery anger flickering for a moment.

"It's okay," you said, your voice trembling. You turned to Aizawa, your heart shattering at the sight of his desperate expression. "Chichi... I'll be fine. I promise."

"[Name], no" Aizawa's voice cracked, but you shook your head, stepping forward with trembling hands outstretched.

The president smirked, triumphant. "Wise choice."

As they ushered you into the SUV, you glanced back, locking eyes with your father, your friends, and your classmates. "I'll come back," you whispered, though you weren't sure if the promise was for them or yourself.

//

The heavy silence in Momo's mansion was thick with emotion as everyone gathered around the table. The recent events had shaken all of them, especially with the uncertainty surrounding your fate. Still, in the midst of it all, there was a quiet resolve that settled over the group.

Momo was the first to break the silence, her voice wavering as she stood up from her seat. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears, but the fierceness in her words was undeniable. "As [Name]'s friend, I thought we needed this talk," she said, her voice steady despite the pain etched on her face.

"If anyone here even thinks for a second that [Name] is a villain, you're free to leave. Because the [Name] I know is the strongest girl I've ever met. She smiles in the face of danger like All Might, and she never stops fighting. She's smart, she's beautiful, and she's everything. And I won't stand for anyone slandering her or saying anything bad about her."

The weight of