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Asami Nakamura was completely, and utterly content. 

She lay in the grass beside her best friend, staring at his face. His white and fleetingly red locks rustled a bit from the breeze on the hill. Now his hair looked more like Fuyumi’s. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was calm. For once, he didn’t have a scowl or smirk on his face. 

She thought he looked better this way. 

And here, with nothing but him by her side, she supposed she felt the same. They were both free from the expectations of their families, the arguing, the problems. This seemed to be their only escape from their respective parents; her mother, and his father. It felt nice to be free. They usually met up on the hill to play around, though usually he spent the time showing off his quirk, and she’d have to chase after him and put out his little fires whenever they (inevitably) got out of control. 

He didn’t seem to be asleep. That much she could tell. 

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and turned to look at her. 

Startled, the little girl scrambled backwards at the sudden action. 

“Todoroki-san!” she glared at him, flustered. 

“What?” the scowl was back. 

“Nothing, you just scared me for a second,” she tried to play it off. 

“Hm,” he leaned his head back on the ground. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, “Have you thought about what you want to do when you’re grown up.”

Asami paused in her mission to pull out the grass around her and thought for a moment. “...No.”

“Really?” he sat up, matching her own pose. 

“Yeah,” she nodded. She bit her lip for a moment, wondering how to phrase her next thoughts. “Mother says I’m good at singing, so maybe that? I don’t know, acting isn’t really fun when there's no cool roles for you. But then again, it’s not like I’m old enough to choose, anyway, so...” she let out an exasperated sigh. “And I’m talking too much, again.”

“I don’t mind,” he shook his head. “I like it when you talk.”

Asami felt her face go warm. It was embarrassing enough that she’d started babbling to him about things that clearly didn’t mean anything compared to his problems, and now he had said that. It made her feel warm and fuzzy and stupidly happy. 

Desperate to draw attention from her no doubt reddening face, she asked, “What do you want to do?”

“A pro hero,” he said proudly. 

“But...” she furrowed a brow in confusion. “Your quirk hurts you.”

She knew all too well about the blue flames that broke loose whenever he was ranting to her about his father. Recently, however, the conversations had been more about his newborn brother, Shouto, who was seemingly a perfect combination of his parents. 

“Well, that’s why I have you,” he blurted out. “That is, if you want to.”

She smiled. “I’ll be a hero with you. You’ll probably need my saving, anyway.”

“Not true!”

“Touya, you can’t put out your own fires.”





Asami Nakamura was completely, and utterly in love. 

It had taken her almost a year to realize it, but the more she stared at his determined expression as he tried to train his quirk, the more it made her smile. His ambition, his courage was admirable, and Asami hoped that one day she’d be able to live like he did. To be able to do what she wanted, not what her mother did. 

They were older now, 13-going-on-14. Both starting to grow into the people they’d be as adults. Asami was dealing with a stressful work schedule with the three  shows she was currently on, and the pressure to put out more songs was heavy on her shoulders. Touya had been sneaking off to Sekoto peak to train his quirk all the time, much to Asami and Rei’s dismay. 

They were...closer. They both were aware of the feelings they had for one another, and both were pretty content with it. Asami had even written loads of stupid little songs about him. 

He had grown into his now fully-white hair. It suited him, in Asami’s eyes. She thought it went way better with his eyes than the bright red he’d had before. Plus, it made him look less like his father, who intimidated her just a little bit. 

“What are you staring at?”

The girl was ripped from her thoughts as she realized that she had been a bit too quiet. 

“Nothing, just wondering something,” she shrugged, standing up from her spot by the Sakura tree they usually met at and making her way over to him. 

Her strawberry-blonde hair flew in waves with the breeze, perfectly framing her sharp features. He had to admit, she was beautiful. 

“What?” he furrowed his eyebrows, forcing himself to look less interested than he actually was. 

“Why do you... like ...doing this?”she gestured to his hands, which were now covered in small burns, especially at the fingertips. 

She gently took his hands in her own, before pulling some moisture from the air and cooling the burns with the water that condensed from it. 

“I don’t,” he admitted, scowling at the slight sting of the cool water. 

She mumbled a short apology but made no motion to let go. 

“Then why? Why keep putting yourself through this?” she looked into his eyes. 

He couldn’t meet them, instead casting them down towards the dandelions on the ground. “I...I have to prove him wrong. I have to become a hero.”

She frowned. “Even if you destroy yourself in the process?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he met her brown eyes with his own turquoise ones. “You want to chicken out now?”

“Never,” she broke into a grin. 

“You’ll probably have to keep me from burning myself for the rest of our lives.”

“I’m cool with it. Anything’s better than the trashy celebrity lifestyle my mom’s got planned for me.”

“You promise?” he lifted his pinky finger and she hooked it with hers. 

She could have passed away right there and then from the look he was giving her. “For you, a thousand times over.”




Asami Nakamura was completely, and utterly heartbroken. 

It felt like the air was too thin, like her entire being was being pulled into the grayed soil beneath her feet. She didn’t want her mother’s hands on her shoulder, mocking sympathy. She didn’t want people’s pitiful stares, or the look that Endeavor was giving her as she placed her small dandelion on his grave. 

None of it mattered. Not when she was here, alive, and he was six feet under. Not when her best friend, her other half, had been torn from her fingers. 

They still had their lives to live. They still had to finish junior high, and then high school. He had to become a hero. Maybe, they’d even get married one day. 

But no. 

Fate had other desires for her. 

Clenching her fists at her sides, eyes locked onto the fresh gravestone in the gloomy pasture, she made a silent vow. 

I will become a hero. Just like you wanted, Touya.