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A gust of air made you turn around, your dad was charging at All for one.

You stood in shock, was this happening again? Can dad still survive this? Is this going to be my last memory of him?

"I'll have you return my student and my daughter!" He said as he pushed the man.

Not even the large gust of wind knocked you down, your body had basically locked itself to the ground.

All for one had sent your father flying again, and yet your stubborn body wouldn't move a muscle.

"Tomura, get out of here and take the boy and the gem with you." Your face did scrunch up in disgust, gem? Were you a collectable or something?

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You and Bakugo were up against all the villains, you were trying your best considering you were basically beaten up.

Toga was after you, her knife swinging just inches in front of your bloody face.

"Cmon! Just show me the blood already!" She complained as you kept stepping back.

That magician guy came up behind you and you swung your hand behind you and touched his hand.

He tried to trap you again but his face fell when his attempts were unsuccessful.

You elbowed his jaw and he bent over, Toga's knife had grazed your cheeks and left a few trickles of blood.

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Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and Kirishima were all in the air.

They were trying to rescue you and Bakugo, except you didn't want to be rescued.

You were going to help instead of watch as your father gets face to face with death.

Because that feeling of being helpless while the person you love the most is being hurt is worse than any type of pain you'll experience.

While the villains were distracted, you ran behind rubble to keep yourself quiet.

Kirishima looked at you, but you couldn't tell what emotion he was conveying.

It was like he was upset but scared, all while being angry.

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You curled up as your father fought someone he'd almost lost to before, when he was at his prime.

You'd be lying if you said tears weren't running down your face.

You peaked over and seen your father pinning him to the ground, should you run? What good would you be in this battle.

Make the man weaker for a few minutes before leaving?

Your father had been irked and had gotten flown into the air once more.

He was almost beaten and you were standing idly by, another woman was in the rubble as well.

You crawled through the pointy and painful remnants of the building as All for one charged up his power.

You limped towards him and raised your palm as he was busy talking to your dad.

You smacked him across the face.

And the pain that slowly came was worse than One for all.

It was excruciatingly painful, like someone had stabbed every part of your body.

But that wasn't the problem, it was the fact that your body was ripping and destroying itself.

"So foolish, this isn't your battle." He walked towards you and grabbed your wrist.

"Get off!" You struggled to speak. "I watched you do this before!" He swiped his finger against your hand in a mocking way.

But at least the pain left and your father must've gained some strength, you had that quirk for 1 minute.

But when you felt another large gust of wind, you looked up and seen the true version of the man who cared for you.

And he wasn't doing good.

You were set up against rubble again, Gran Torino was trying his best to wrap your wounds up as your father forced his body to fight.

"I'm not going to die right?" You whispered nervously and Gran Torino shook his head. "No, you're not weak enough to die here."

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Your mind was fuzzy after, you remember a few things, like your father running to you the minute he'd beaten All for one and holding you despite his beaten body.

The sound of the hospital monitor beeping and the feeling of the ambulances shaky movements.

But your mind was clearing up and you slowly pulled your body up. You let out a cough and grabbed the sides of the bed in pain.

"[Y/n]! Calm down, you'll put too much strain on your body." The sound of your father voice calmed the fear you've just felt.

"I'm not dead, right?" You asked as you looked down at yoour body.

Your right leg, arms, lip, and your whole torso was covered with bandages.

"No, you're alive." He reassured as he stared at you from the opposite hospital bed.

"Are you mad? I'm sorry for what I did, I just didn't wanna stand back like last time and potentially let you die in that fight."

He sighed and a smile spread across his face, a genuine smile. "I'm not angry, I'm proud of you."

Proud.

He's proud of me for something.

"But I'm upset that you'd almost kill yourself to save me, I don't want you going into battle with the thought of dying for me."

The fell silent, you struggled to move but eventually reached for the glass of water next to your bed and took a large sip.

You placed it back on the bed side table and began speaking. "Did you lose your quirk...yknow, for good?" He nodded silently.

"Young Midoriya is the only holder."

A doctor walked in and waved. "Good! You're awake!" He stood at the side of the bed.

"We found something shoved into your wound while performing surgery." Your father looked at the doctor worriedly.

The doctor handed you a small case with a note in it. "We think that one of the villains must've put it there." You took it and looked down.

"They kept opening my wound, I passed out when they did two. They probably did it when I was unconscious."

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"What's it say?" Your father asked curiously and you stared at the paper.

"It's an address to a mental hospital, it has a name here." You narrowed your eyes. "Who's that?"

"Yukito?"

You looked up at your father, his face pale and guilty. "[Y/n], that's your mother."

Excuse me?