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When I woke up in the morning, jet lag hits me like a bitch. It was a small miracle that I got out of bed and got dressed. Everything was blurry until I began falling.

"Akari!" Aunt Miyoko cried. I had fallen down the stairs. She helped me back on my feet. "Come on, let's get some coffee in you," she said.

Coffee helped a whole lot, but I was still dead. It was dark outside and groaned as I began moving around the house. Dad was waiting for me in the truck. I climbed in groggily and rubbed my face.

"You can stay home if you want," he said.

"Nope, nope," I said, "I said I'd go today, and I'm going to go."

The drive took a while but to me, it felt like a matter of seconds. I woke up a bit more as I got out of the truck. The air was cold and crisp. I could hear the sounds of birds flying overhead.

When we got down to the actual beach, I could see that Midoriya was already there, all stretched out, and running laps while moving garbage like yesterday.

"Well, he's a morning person," I said.

"Not really," Dad said.

"All right, I just watch today, see where he's at and then tomorrow, I get to work," I told him. Dad nodded and went to work.

Izuku, nicely put, was skinny green bean with wet noodles for arms. Of course, I could expect as much, seeing that he had only begun training about a month ago. He had nine more months, and damn it I would turn him into a proper vessel by that time, even if it killed him, or me. Probably him thought.

Just by watching him, I could see that Izuku was dead set on everything. When Dad first called me about him, he said that the kid was the most determined he had ever seen. He seemed like a good kid, I thought. He worked hard. I remember myself at that age. My heart light, and my only thoughts on UA. I trained so hard. I worried Noni and my aunts half to death a lot though.

A few hours later the sun was high in the sky and everything began to warm up a bit. After the end of the training, Izuku was panting on the ground and sweaty.

I walked over to him and held out my hand to him. As I was pulling him to his feet, "You did good, kid. There's room for progress, of course. But you're not too bad."

"Thanks," he said, knees shaking a bit.

"Don't you have school?" I asked him. He nodded, "Yeah, I do," he said.

"Well you better get going," I said patting his back as he walked off.

"What do you think?" Dad asked when Izuku got far enough away.

"He seems like a good kid," I told him, "He needs work, though. A lot of work."

"That's why I called you," Dad said resting a hand on my shoulder. I sighed softly. It was still early. We were quiet for a long time. It was almost too quiet. After some more time passed he said, "Well, I'm going out to work."

"You're still working?" I asked.

"Of course I am," he said. I made a humming noise and didn't say anything.

"What?"

"Nothing," I said, "While you do that I'm going to sleep in the truck."

"If that's what you want," Dad said, unsure of what to do with that statement. He went into his hero form and left. I crawled into the truck and moved stuff around so I could lay down. Once that was done I closed my eyes and slept.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

When I woke up again it was much later. Fuck, I was tired. I sat up and got out of the truck. I stretched cracked my neck. Once I was done rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I looked at the clock on my phone and saw that it was 3:17. I thought that I would go for a walk but I was in running clothes and they were sweaty. Unless. I looked in the back seat and saw my backpack. Inside was a change of clothes and my jacket. God bless you Aunt Miyoko.

I changed into dark jeans, a green shirt, one of my black leather jackets, a pair of black combat boots, and light brown fingerless gloves. I will admit, my aunt has a style.

Once I was all dressed I began to walk around. Fall was here and the air was cold, but not that bad. Watched people walk around, try to get to one place or another. There wasn't any place I really need to go so I just walked.

I go past a middle school. I looked like they're just getting out of classes. I sit on a bench and watch them for a minute. Soon I pull my phone out again and look at the hero news. It seems Dad has had a pretty busy day. And some newbies are making themselves known. I sighed dreamily. I missed those days. They weren't quite over for me yet, but still.

Then I heard a voice. It was angry and to some maybe even scary. The voice which belonged clearly to a middle school boy yelled, "Get the fuck out of my way Deku!"

I looked up and saw a boy with spiky ash blond hair. There were two other boys, but they were hardly rememberable. Who really caught my eye was a small little green hair boy who was on the ground and trying to get away. Midoriya.

I get up and walk over to them. If you were to guess that I was pissed, you be right.

Izuku was trying his best to get back to his feet, "Sorry Kacchan," he cried, Midoriya was clearly scared of this guy, "I didn't see where I was going and-"

"Shut the hell up Deku!" the boy yelled.

"Hey!" I yelled. My voice was hard and a bit intimidating if I gave myself credit. All four of the boys looked at me. The two background boys looked worried and ready to piss themselves. Which was fair remembering, I'm a tall muscular woman, who literally fights crime for a living. The one called Kacchan looked furious. He knew who I was, I could tell. Midoriya looked a little less pale.

I held out my hand to him and lifted him to his feet. "Are these boys bothering you, young man?" I asked him. He looked up at me. Green eyes the size of the moon.

"N-no, no that's not-" he tried.

"You don't need to lie," I said, the face I gave him was calm and a bit unreadable. The boy looked at me for a minute and then hung his head down. I looked back at the other three. I pushed Midoriya behind me. I stood in front of Kacchan.

"Do you boys have anything to say?" I asked looking at them, stone-faced.

Kacchan looked lived and began to yell "I don't have to say fucking anyth-!"

In one swift movement, I grabbed his chin, a bit tight. I lifted him off the ground just a bit. The boy grabbed my wrist. Smoke was coming from his palms. He glares at me and I stare back at him. No one says anything. This kid was a little bitch. I had seen kids like this before. My whole life, I've dealt with people who think they're better, mainly due to their Quirk

"Just because you have power does not mean you are great," I said, no emotion in my voice. The blond growled at that. I looked to the two boys behind him. They looked ready to faint. I looked back to Kacchan.

"You boys run along now," I said, let him go and he dropped to the ground. His two friends literally ran away as fast as they could. Kacchan glared back at Izuku and then looked to me. I gave him the look my Aunt Makiko people in court. Then he walked away as fast as he could without it looking like running.

When they're out sight I turn back to the green haired boy. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

"I'm fine," he said.

"Give me their names," I said, "I'm going to go in and tell your teacher they were acting like that."

"No! You can't!" Midoriya cried, "It, it, it won't change anything," he sighed.

"What do you-?"

"I mean, that telling the teachers wouldn't change anything," he said. His voice was getting shaky and he sniffed. This kid was about to cry. Dad warned about me about it but I still wasn't ready.

"Hey," I said resting my hand on his shoulder, "It's okay. Are you hungry?" I asked. Midoriya looked up at me and shrugged. "I know a place that sells desserts not far from here. What to go? I'll buy."

"I'm on a diet," he said, "And besides I don't want to-"

"Don't sweat it, kid," I told him, "One treat isn't going to hurt. And I like to spend money on other people. You'll learn that fast."

"Oh, okay," he says. I gave him a smile and placed my hand on his shoulder and we began walking. It's a little awkward so I begin talking, "Was the rest of your school day good?"

"It was okay," he admitted, "How was your day?"

"I slept through most of it," I tell him. There's quiet, I looked at him and I caught him looking at me. He tried to hide it and he hung his head.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Come on you can say it. I'm not going to get mad," I told him.

"Well," he played with his hand nervously. I knew the look on his face.

"You want to know more about my dad and me, don't you?" I said smiling.

"A little bit," he said, hanging his head sheepishly. I smiled and messed up his hair.

"Once we sit down and stuff I tell you everything you'd want to know. How does that sound?" I asked.

"Really!?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. I nodded. So we arrived at the place I was talking about and I hold the door open for Izuku. The place smelled like sugar frosting and cream. There were maybe five other customers here. I walked up to the counter and tell Midoriya to get whatever he wanted.

The purple haired lady behind the counter takes our order. It's three minutes before we get our stuff and sit down. I got a plain vanilla cake, and Midoriya got some daifuku.

"It good?" I asked.

Midoriya nodded, "Yes, it's delicious."

"Good," I took a long drink of coffee before asking "So what do you want to know?"

"Well," he said, reaching for his backpack, "Let's hear about you."

"What do you wanna know about me?

"Anything."

"Well, let's go with my Quirk."

Izuku then pulled out a notebook and looked at me. "Do you mind if I write some of this down in my hero analyzes?" he asked.

"No go ahead," I told him. The green haired boy's face lit up and he grabbed a pencil as fast as humanly possible. Once he flipped to a new page and I was sure he was ready, I began talking.

"So my Quirk is called Prime Light," I pull my hand up and summon a small amount of light, "As you can see it's not like normal light. It doesn't look like light too much either. It comes in different colors, and it has this misty look to it. Like the Northern Lights mixed with Scarlet Witch. Mostly the colors will be white or blue. Right now it's red," I said, using my other hand to point to the red light weaving between my fingers.

"Can you control the color?" Midoriya asked.

"Not really," I said, "It just comes out whatever color it is. White is the most useful though. So if I focus on it I can sometimes make sure that's what I use.

"Now the way it acts is really cool. I can control the brightness of the light and the heat level. The light sort floats in mid-air," I explained using my finger to draw an eight-pointed star. Midoriya looked at it with big eyes. After a second or two I wave it away.

"I can't really control how long the light lasts. When I throw it or just shoot it out of my hands, it only lasts for a few seconds. Which is fine when I need to blast something or knock another thing down. But it can stay in the air longer based on my mood. The longest the light has ever stayed is three hours.

"The light becomes solid if I wrap it around something at least twice," I said. I grabbed his wrist and asked, "May I?"

"Yes," Izuku said, nodding.

"See, if I put one layer of light around, you can go throw it. It's really hot and pretty bright, but you can still do it. But with two or more," I let go of his wrist.

Midoriya shook is wist but the light wouldn't go away or leave his arm.

"That's incredible!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah. Now when It's like this, the light wouldn't go away till I make it. The rules of it are a bit tricky and sometimes unpredictable. But I've always had good control."

"Woah," Izuku said.

"Hell yeah," I said smiling.

"That such a cool Quirk," he said.

"No," I said shaking my head, "It's a pain in the ass Quirk you really have to train to make anything of it." I sighed and looked out the window for a minute before looking back at him.

"So what else do you want to know?" I asked him smiling.

"Well, the next question is a bit personal and I don't want to be rude," he said looking down.

"Is okay," I said, "You can ask."

Midoriya looked down at the table for a minute and thought about it before looking up again. "All Might's your dad right?"

"That he is," I said, taking another drink.

"So, um, who's your mom?" he asked quietly "If you even have a mom." I gave him a small smile him and said, "My mom was Aurora, the Starlight Hero."

"Aurora?" he asked, with his jaw-dropping a little, "She was in the top 20's for a long time wasn't she?"

"Yeah," I said, laughing a little, "But that was way before your time."

"Were, were they married?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yes, they were married. It wasn't very public though."

"Why?"

"Think about it kid," I said, "My old man's been at the top for a long time. Heroes, they have to do a lot of things to keep the people they love safe. And besides with One for All, the need to keep me and my mom hidden has been necessary."

"So you do know about One for All," he said, "Well, of course, you do. You're All Might's daughter, it's only natural that you know about the Quirk and what it can do. I wonder if it can be pasted on in any gen-"

"Hey kid," I said, "Your spacing on me here.

"Oh! Sorry!" he said, "Bad habit."

"It's fine," I said, "Yes I know about One for All. But it wasn't always that way."

Izuku looked at me. "I didn't find out till after his accident."

Just like that my mind is pulled back to that day. The coldness, the sterile feeling. The tears and screams.

"DAD!"

I shake myself a bit. Midoriya looks at me carefully. Not wanting to strike a nerve.

"So before that-?"

"I had no idea," I said, shrugging.

"Were you mad?"

"A little," I said. Honestly, I was hurt more than anything by my father's actions, "I understand though why he did it," I said, "And there are some things about I won't ever understand. But it's just how it goes."

I looked out the window. "The life of a pro is complicated. Even more so as the Symbol of Peace. I know my father isn't perfect, but I do see he tries. I guess that's what matters."

I looked back to Izuku, "Sorry," I said, "Didn't want to make you sad."

"No, no," he said, "I'm happy you shared with me."

We talk about me for a little while longer. About my time in UA. My time in New York. Life as a Pro. And my family.

"Wait," Midoriya said, "All Might had two sisters?"

"Yep," I said smiling, "He's the middle child and it shows."

"And your cousin is Shadow Queen?"

"Yeah, I told her had that name was lame, but she doesn't like to listen to me."

The boy sat back in amazement "Wow." I laughed.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me?" he asked back.

"Tell about yourself. If you want."

"Well, there's not much to tell," he said.

"Come on, I'm sure there is."

"Well," he said, "There's my mom. She amazing and loves me a lot. My dad works overseas so I don't see too much of him. And then there's me."

"And then there's you."

He nodded.

"I take it you've wanted to be a hero all your life?" I asked.

"Yeah basically. But I was-"

"Quirkless," I said, before him.

He nodded, "Yeah. But I still tried. I watched heroes and tried to learn everything I could about them."

"That's a pretty cool idea," I said. After a pause, I say, "My dad tells me you tried to save someone, a kid your age. Even though you had no power, and even trained Pro's like him hesitated."

I lightly punch his shoulder from across that table, "That is some pretty sweet shit."

He smiled, but only a little.

"Were you scared?" I asked.

"Looking back, I probably should have been more scared," he said.

"Eh, that normal. Especially at your age. You'll get used to it." I told him, "I'm sure that other kid was scared too."

"Kacchan didn't make it look that way. He was more or less angry."

"Wait," I said, "You mean that blond haired brat form the school?" I asked. Midoriya's eyes grew a bit and his shoulder hunched up.

"Yes," he muttered, before looking down.

I took a breath thru my nose before saying, "That kid seems like a real prick."

"I-ah, yeah, he kinda is," Midoriya said ducking his head down even more.

"Is he always mean to you?" I asked gently. The green haired boy gave a small but quick nod.

"Is it because you're Quirkless?"

"Mostly," he muttered. I felt my heart ping in my chest. Midoriya was a good kid. I could see it in how he acted and the way my dad talked about him. And being Quirkless, suck, as far as I was told. I heard it from Melissa and my friend Hilda a couple of times. I asked my dad about it once but his response to it wasn't much better. 1 and 5 people were Quirkless, statically speaking. Honest to God it pissed me off that people were so squeamish about it. I knew it was a problem here and a lot of other places. It made me want to hit something. But I didn't.

Instead, squeezed Izuku's arm and gave him a weak smile. I couldn't say sorry because I knew it wouldn't help. I sighed.

"Well," I said "If there is one thing I have learned over the years, is that if people are going to pricks. But you can't let them get to you. It does nothing good for you. The fire within you is stronger than the fire of others hate."

The smaller boy smiled. We talked for a little while longer then I walk him home. Midoriya lives in an apartment complex, and I walk him to the door.

"Alright I'll see you tomorrow," I said, "That's when the real work begins."

Midoriya chuckled nervously.

"Night kid," I said patting his shoulder. Before I could even turn around the front door opened.

"Izuku who are you talking to?" a woman asked stepping out. She stopped and looked at me in shock. She had the same color eyes and hair as Izuku. And their faces were similar. This was his mother, I thought.

"Evening ma'am," I said nodding my head a little.

"Hello," she said nodding back.

"Um Mom, this is," Midoriya began.

"I'm Akari Yagi," I said looking at her, "I saw some people giving your son some trouble earlier, and I wanted to make sure he got home safely."

Mrs. Midoriya looked to her son and then back to me. "Thank you," she said.

"No worries," I said. I looked at Midoriya, "Take care kid,"

"I will," he said.

"You two have a good night," I said and then left.

XXX

I'm walking around for about a half hour before getting a call. I was half expecting it to be my dad or my aunts or even my friends or Kana. But nope it not any of them. When I see the number I get confused but answer anyway.

"Nighteye?" I ask.

"Akari," he heard him say back. I could tell by the tone in his voice that this was going to be a 'fun' conversation.

"Do you know where your father is?" he asked.

"I'm so glad those are the first words I hear from you in, like what, five years?"

"Not now," he said.

"I don't know," I said, "I haven't seen him since this morning. What do you need, and how did you know I was home?"

"I have my way. And in any case, does it matter?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe," I said, a small amount of sarcasm in my voice.

"I see you no longer have your outburst when asked a simple question."

"They were not outburst, I was 16 and hormonally," I said stopping to look at a newspaper stand.

"Agree to disagree," he said.

I sighed, "What's going on Night?" I asked, trying to sound like I wasn't a brat.

"Are you aware that your father is looking for a successor?" he asked.

"I am," I said, "It's why I'm home."

"And you are aware that he's chosen a Quirkless, fourteen-year-old boy?"

"Ah-huh, I meet him yesterday," I said, "And by the tone in your voice you don't like that at all."

I can hear Nighteye sigh, and I know he about to dive onto something but then I hear an inaudible voice on the other end of the line. It's a few more seconds before I hear Night say, "I have work now. Tell your father to call me. He's been avoiding me recently."

"Don't take it personally," I said, "He does that with everyone he cares about."

Then I hung up and shoved my phone in my pocket. I keep walking as the sky gets darker. I pull out my phone again and scroll there the news. I had to find an agency soon. Not being in the field was going to hurt me and more ways than one. Plus I'd go crazy.

Just then my phone rings. It's the song from the vine "you are my dad" so I know it's my father. When I answer, I ask, "Why are you avoid Nighteye?"

Dad sighs, "He told you, then?"

"He told me something," I said. Honestly, this whole thing made me think back to when I was in high school. Yikes.

I hear Dad take a breath and then say, "Come meet at Mako's if you want some dinner."

"Where's that?" I asked. He gives me the address and I make my way there.

Inside the restaurant it's warm, and I can smell some many different things I wanted to eat, like right now. I found my dad and sat down next to him. Also, there was the Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, a man I only really knew by name and one picture he was in by mistake, from a crime scene my dad sent me.

"Tsukauchi, this Akari," Dad said as I sat down.

"Nice, to meet you," the black haired man said, "I heard a lot."

"Same here," I said nodding my head. We ordered and I was quiet as I listened to the two of them talk. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. I knew it had something to do with work today.

I checked my phone and texted a few of my friends and old co-workers. DeShawn sent me a picture of him, Bix, Gillmer, and Hunter at our favorite breakfast place, and I got a little jealous, and hungry.

When the food got here I began to eat. Have way through Da's phone dings. It's a message from his doctor asking him to come in for a checkup. I felel my stomach turn a bit. Sometimes I tried to think how much it freaking suck to have your stomach gone, and your respiratory system fucked. I wasn't so hungry anymore.

I set my chopsticks down and asked Dad, " Why's Night upset with you? Well besides the other things."

Dad huffed, "He doesn't approve in me choosing Young Midoriya to be my successor."

"Why did you even tell him?" I asked, "I thought you stopped speaking."

"We did and then some things came up."

"What things?" I asked.

"One of his internets was incredibly strong and had good sprites," Dad said, "He thought that he would be a good choice for me."

"And then you pick Midoriya," I said. Dad nodded. I took a drink of water and said, "Well I haven't met this other kid, but I think you made the right choice."

Dinner carries on. Tuskachi asked me how it feels to be home, and I ask him what crimes been like the past few years. We stay for about two hours at the restaurant. Dad and I walk out together. We're uncomfortably quiet when we get to the truck.

As we get away from the city I finally say, "I never much saw stars when I was in the states. Too much light from the cities where ever I went."

"I remember when you were a little girl you'd drag me out of bed to go outside and look at them," Dad said. There was a pause, "Do you remember the beach house?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"We should go this summer he said.

"That would be nice," I said looking out my window. I ended up falling asleep.

XXX

Toshinori looked over at his sleeping daughter as he drove. He sighed, she wasn't a little girl anymore, she wasn't even a teenager. She was a woman, a strong, wonderful woman, who took after him, for better or for worst.

He wasn't going to invite her home at first. He wanted her to come home to see him when she wanted to. But he wouldn't lie, the past five years, they weren't fun, and it wasn't just because of his accident.

He wasn't a father who was around much, well he was there, just not every day. Akari moved out after UA, so he was used to having her out of the house. But being in different countries was, well different.

But they had chance, to be better. To have a better relationship. Toshinori sighed, there wasn't much time left, he knew it.