I figured this would be another good take on Fuyumi, too. I had two ideas fic ideas so I decided to do both. I'll get back to the other one soon though. I just wanted to do a brief story that was more in depth.

The bridge looked beautiful in the morning mist. Sitting on the railing like this and over looking the vast body of water below, I should feel serene, happy, peaceful, or relaxed in a moment like this. A morning like this was to be enjoyed quietly. But, a warm stream falling from my eyes and into the water below betrayed what I really felt. I wasn't going to jump... but I could dream of it. All I needed to do was lean forward and let my weight do the rest. I wasn't going to jump though, I promise. I have too many people depending on me; my students and my family back home. I just needed time to think. I wanted to be alone for awhile. I wanted to try to enjoy a morning like this for once... but my mind is always thinking, never resting. I felt so worried for so many people. Yet, no matter how much I try, I can't seem to do enough. I don't feel like I am. So I wanted to try and make myself relax by going on an early morning walk but... despite the serenity and beauty of this morning, my tired mind wouldn't stop thinking about everything... but if I leaned forward, would I finally rest?

I guess I worried a few people. A shadow flew over my head and soon, he landed next to me, red feathers in the corner of my eye. I had a feeling someone would show up but I wasn't expecting the number two hero of all of them to land next to me. I knew him once. Funny enough, it was a similar situation to this one; I was crying. I think it was around the time Shoto had discovered his quirk. I was at a playground, on the swing set, lost in thought as I swung. I loved the swings. I loved feeling like I could fly. It was the best feeling in the world for me. I would just fly back and forth, and dream, imagining myself in other worlds or as another person... not facing the reality of what was in front of me.

Dad never interacted with my brothers and I. I remember a few times I found mom crying but, she would assure me everything was fine. Sometimes I stupidly asked her why we weren't like other families and she'd make the excuse that each family was different; this was just how it was for us. But, it wasn't until Shoto discovered his quirk that I finally had to face the reality; we weren't a family at all. We never were. That was the first day I heard both mom and Shoto crying and begging dad to stop. None of us could go into the room to see them. Natsuo would be in tears, I would hold my hands over his ears, and Touya would eventually drag him off after knocking on the door. But I would stay at the door all the time. I couldn't stand the idea that mom and Shoto were in there suffering. But... I couldn't help. I thought about telling Dad to stop, I really wanted nothing more than to go in there and put myself in between them. But I was so scared of dad, too! He never raised a hand to me but just one look from him would freeze me in place... I hate myself... I hate myself for not being able to stop him.

That first day, when grandma finally pulled me away from the door and made me go out to play, hoping maybe some fresh air would help me, I finally broke down. I would see the kids on the playground playing with their families all the time. I envied them so much. Especially the other girls who were there with their dads. There were so many of them around that day... too many father's playing with their daughters. Too many happy families just spending their lives living their best lives while I was on the swings, coming to terms with my reality. Or... I guess I never did. I was just desperately trying to think of something else, trying to make myself fly on the swings but feel too hurt to even move. That was when he showed up much like he is right now.

He perched himself on the swing next to me, looking at me curiously and sympathetically. The Endeavor doll in his hand had shaken me even more and I cried harder when seeing it. He hoped offering it to me would cheer me up but I cowered away from it much to his confusion. He set it down on the ground and hopped in front of me, trying to figure out what was wrong. But... I didn't want to tell him. I felt like such a freak for not having a normal family that I couldn't say anything. All I could do was just cry. He hugged me and tried looking around to see if I had any parents there. A few adults stopped to see what was wrong but they didn't know what to do. I finally managed to calm down enough to say my house was nearby... although I don't think I calmed down, I just got too tired to cry anymore. He walked me home, one of his wings around me and his hand enclosed around mine while I clung to his arm. I never saw him again after that until today. I think that was before he saved some people. I used to see him around all the time before that day. I feel like, if he hadn't have moved away, we would have been great friends. I was... sad that he had to move after that day. I wish my brothers and I had him play with us more. But the Endeavor doll he always had with him put us off. He used to follow us, too, thinking we were so cool because our dad was Endeavor. Other than Touya pushing him away, he didn't have any clue as to what the truth was about having Endeavor for a dad.

"Lovely morning out." He commented.

I nodded in agreement, trying to swallow the lump in my throat... but, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Hawks inched his way closer. I knew what he was thinking.

"I-I I'm not going to jump." I stammered.

"I'm still not comfortable with you sitting on the rail like that." He said.

"I'm fine." I said.

"No you're not. I know you're not. This isn't the first time I've seen you like this but, I don't know if you remember." He said.

"How could I forget? You were the only one there for me that day." I said quietly, looking down at the water below.

"Well I'm here again. Hey, don't look down. Look ahead. What do you see?" He asked.

I looked around.

"I see... the harbor, and the park just over there...We used to play there." I said.

"Yeah. I remember how cool you guys were." He chuckled.

"I'm... sorry my brothers never let you play with us. We... well, things were difficult for all of us at the time." I said.

"Hey, I'm not worried about our childhood. That's the last thing on my mind at the moment... but if you want, I can walk you home again." He said.

I looked over at him and he offered me his hand. Hesitantly, I took it and he helped me off of the railing. A few people clapped in the distance. I guess I worried a few people being over here like that... I felt so bad for scaring them. He shielded me with his wing from their view so that no one took any pictures. He put it around me and stood there, studying my face. I couldn't look at him; I felt so ashamed. I didn't like how I worried people being out here like that. He placed his hand on my shoulder.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked.

I couldn't help but just cry. I had a lot of reasons to be out here. He pulled me into a hug and tried to comfort me with words but I don't remember what he said. My mind was racing a mile a minute. But I appreciated that he was there. I cried into his shoulder until I was too exhausted to cry anymore again. This moment was like deja vu. He put an arm around my waist and kept his wing over my back.

"Come on. Let's get you home." He said.

I walked with him. Some people nearby shouted praises at Hawks but once we were off the bridge, it was quiet again except for the passing traffic. Once again, I was beside myself with the company of my own thoughts as we quietly walked. I couldn't help but think of my youngest brother as we did so. Shoto had always been isolated away from us since he was little. I remember my other little brother wishing he could play with him because Natsuo always wanted a little brother. Touya acted like he hated Shoto but I knew he wanted him to play with us, too. I rarely got to interact with him but, because I was a girl, I got away with a little more than my brothers. Occasionally, I helped care for him when he was a baby. When mom was sent into the hospital, I took over caring for him. It scared me to care for him at first. He seemed like dad in a few instances but, he was really a sweet boy, he just wasn't good at socializing, he often seemed cold or deadpan. But, I guess that's what happens when you're kept isolated from everyone. I was almost a teenager at the time. I couldn't replace mom for him but I did my best to make things easier for him with what little interaction I was allowed. The older we got, the more time I was allowed to spend with him although I was more of his caretaker than his sister. When he got into the UA, we got a little closer, we were a little more like siblings even.

Hawks tightened his hold on my waist. He noticed someone behind us and I tried to look but his wing got in the way. I think I saw a blue light though... Touya? But Hawks looked alert, like there might be trouble. He noticed that I saw him and gave me a friendly smile and I forgot about the blue glow. If I wasn't so drained, I think I'd be blushing. Hawks is a cute guy after all and definitely a hero I fantasized about meeting someday. This was not how I imagined it though. I'd dream about him sweeping me off my feet and we'd fly off into the sunset... not something as pitiful as this. But, I was glad for his company. I leaned against him more for support and for warmth... I normally liked feeling cold but I wanted to feel warmer right now. Cold these days just made me feel alone. Hawks seemed more than happy to oblige, briefly resting his cheek against my head as I leaned against him. We finally got to my place and dad met us outside. I couldn't look at him... I focused on my breathing as Hawks did his best to explain why my dad was seeing me under his arm and wing like this. I didn't entirely register the conversation. I was too exhausted at this point to even try to say anything. I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Fuyumi?" he said.

I looked up at him. His turquoise eyes matched my own in color. But he had concern written all over his. I never thought I'd see the day he'd look at me like this... almost as if he cared about what I was going through... as if I suddenly mattered. This is... what I've always wanted, right? For him to look at me like that? So why does it hurt so much to feel his eyes on me like this? Giving me a look that I've wanted since I was little... It burned worse than fire. I've felt so hollow and cold for so long because I hadn't been able to do things that I've wanted to do. I've been working so hard to be the strong one and try to move past the pain, hoping that maybe we could be a real family sooner if I did, but did I even have any strength? What strength do I have when there was nothing I could have done to stop any of this? Tears, the only warmth I could feel at the moment, fell from my eyes.

"Dad... I'm... tired." Was all I could say as the tears poured from my eyes.

Then, he did something I never thought I'd ever see, much less experience; he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. It was awkward at first, obviously something he wasn't used to doing. I think I lost the ability to stand on my own in that moment as I broke down against him. I cried for the times that I missed out on... that my family missed out on. I cried for the times I was alone at the playground on the swings, I cried for the times I saw everyone walking hand in hand with their parents, I cried for the times I couldn't help Shoto and mom, I cried for the time Touya left, and I cried for the fact that no matter what, I may never have a proper family. Dad kept repeatedly apologizing as he held me against himself while Hawks stood there in confusion. He didn't know that this was the first time my dad had ever held me. He didn't know this was the first time he had shown me, or any of his family for that matter, any affection or comfort. No one but those living in this house and a few friends knew what he did to us and nothing could change what he did.

I think that's what hurt me most; that even as he held me against himself, as he apologized, it wasn't going to erase the memories I had. I may be crying against him and clinging to him like my life depended on it but that didn't erase the fear I have of him that had been ingrained into me from childhood. I'm being an idiot for pulling so much blame on myself, I know that but, I can't help but feel like I should have done more despite the fact that the very reason for all of this trouble was holding me. But, I guess it's foolish of me to think that everything would just be okay after all that he did. I just... wish he tried being a dad sooner. I just wanted to move on from all of this pain.

I think I passed out. I don't remember walking into the house, much less leaning against my dad on the couch but, I woke up next to him while he was watching the news. I don't think dad was watching it though. He looked like he was lost in thought. Hawks was asleep on a nearby chair. I guess I worried him more than I realized. I tried sitting up but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

I didn't know how to answer him. No? Yes? I wasn't sure.

"I... I don't know." I said hesitantly.

He let out a sigh and put his arm around me. I looked up at him questioningly. Did... Did I scare him?

"I don't know where to begin to even try to make up for what I did but... could you at least hold on long enough to see it?" He asked.

I bit my lip trying not to cry but, I couldn't. I buried my face into his side. I never thought I'd ever be comfortable enough to do that, much less know that he'd let me. He held me against himself.

"I'm not going to hurt you or any of my family again. I promise... I'm here." He said.

I'm not sure how long he and I stayed like that. But, for the first time in my life, I liked feeling warm.

I really wanted to do a fic on Endeavor and his daughter... well there we go.