My Hero Academia! Fan Fiction!

Drama! Family! Action AND Adventure! Also: SUPERPOWERS!

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"Heroic Pursuits"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'My Hero Academia' or any of the characters!

WARNING! RATED M! Just in case, knowing me.

I—I

In the late of the night, illuminated by a lone lantern, a small girl laid across hardened tatami mats. Her lungs heaved for breath as sweat soaked through her clothing, messy hair strewn on the floor. Around her were the scattered and charred remnants of several training dummies, their remains still smoldering in at the broken edges. Her muscles screamed at her from overexertion and the skin of the right side of her body was a shiny, raw pink from the intense heat she used. She knew it would sting for the next week, but that did not draw from the feeling of pride swelling in her chest.

She had done it. She had gotten all the targets from a range using only her Quirk! And without any help from anyone else! Over the last month, she had secretly been watching the training drills that took place in this very training hall, studying them on her own. And after too many late nights and extra hours of sneaking into the hall, she'd finally done it!

She had done it before Shoto had.

Seika smiled breathlessly, a dizzy-sort of giddiness bubbling up inside her that caused a giggle to slip past her lips. The sound of the door sliding open cut her elation short, sending her stomach plummeting through the floor. She scrambled onto her hands to find a place to hide herself before she was seen, but it was too late. She was caught.

"What are you doing in here, dummy?" a sleepy voice called out to her.

Hastily brushing the sweaty hair from her face, Seika was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw a different head of messy red hair than the one she had been dreading. Her oldest brother let out a large yawn and rubbed his eye with his fist, like he'd just woken up from a deep sleep. His red hair was still sticking up in odd places, alluding to the idea that he had just rolled out of bed.

"Tōya-nii," she greeted shyly, a small smile on her lips. She waved her fingers. "...hi."

The teen narrowed his eyes at her in annoyance before his bare feet slowly padded across the training hall. He was dressed in shorts and a sleeping shirt that was too large for him, most likely belonging to Natsuo because he'd uncaringly taken it from their brother's closet due to it being closer at the time. But under the soft orange glow of the lantern, Seika could also see a couple new wraps of gauze around his hands and a bandage across his cheek, smelling like burn ointment.

"You know the old man would raise hell if he found you passed out here again." he pointed out flatly, as he came to stand near her. He idly looked around at the training targets and noted the fresh scorch marks and her sweaty appearance. Lips pressing together tightly, he looked down at her. "You're lucky that he's off on some mission for the next day, or else you'd get your ass kicked for being in here without his permission."

At his words, her mismatched eyes wandered to stare at the result of all her hard work. Tōya watched as an invisible weight seemed to drag his sister down, the energy leaving her face and body. His brow furrowed at the uncharacteristic shift.

"No, he wouldn't," she said quietly, so soft that Tōya almost hadn't heard her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and lowered her head. He frowned. "Dad doesn't care what I do. No matter what I try... He only ever pays attention to Sho."

Out of her sight, Tōya balled his fist tightly as a flash of anger washed through him. He said nothing to counter the surprisingly accurate observation from his five-year-old sister. Their old man didn't give two shits about any of them other than his 'successor', choosing to be ignorant to what he put them through every day. Looking at the state his youngest sister was in, Tōya couldn't help but think that they'd all be better off if Endeavor was never in their lives at all. The rest of the world could have him.

Seika continued to sulk and Tōya eventually crouched down beside his youngest sister, reaching out a bandaged hand towards her. Mismatched eyes looked up at him through a curtain of red and white hair in question, looking at his hand like it was some strange object.

"C'mon," he mumbled, motioning for her to get up. "Fuyumi made some cupcakes for some class project this morning. There's like, three dozen just sitting in the fridge." at the look of confusion on her face, he looked away and quietly added: "...she won't notice if a couple go missing."

"Yeah, she will!" Seika immediately corrected, louder than intended. She ducked her head again, face flushing a pink hue as she waited to be scolded for her outburst. When it didn't come, she timidly peered up at her eldest brother's face again. He was stifling another yawn, lazily shrugging one of his shoulders in response.

"Well... if she does, then..." he drawled, a ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "...we'll just have to blame it on Natsuo, won't we?"

Bright blue and stormy grey irises widened to the size of saucers before a happy grin bloomed across Seika's face. She took the hand offered to her and bounced to her feet in a moment and clung to her brother's arm. Tōya scoffed at her sudden energy and overly excited smile. They began heading towards the door but they hadn't made it a couple steps before Seika's legs gave out from under her, Tōya managing to catch her right before she face-planted onto the mats. It's only now that he realized that she was trembling from what had to be exhaustion from overusing her Quirk. He rolled his eyes at the sheepish smile on her face, shaking his head at his youngest sibling.

"Dummy." he chided.

Seika let out a surprised yelp as Tōya pulled her up into the air, wrapping his other arm under her legs and pushing her to his chest. Her face turned a shade of red that rivaled his hair as he shifted her around until he could carry her more comfortably. Seika had made another unintelligible noise before she threw her arms around his shoulders and buried her hot face into his neck in a fit of embarrassment.

Tōya rolled his eyes again, "You're such a little kid." he complained.

But, he didn't tell her to let go... and she never wanted to.

I.

The last golden rays of sunlight streamed in through the window, gently coloring the bedroom in a warm orange glow. Two teens sat across from each other as a cheesy pop song played quietly in the background, the girl had her long hair messily tied up into a bun while she laid across her brother's bed. Caught by a winter breeze drifting through the window, red strands of hair fell across her brow as she watched the sun set, mind a million miles away from the textbook in front of her.

"What are you thinking of right now?" a soft voice called out to her, startling Seika out of her daydreaming. She slowly blinked away the hazy memory and noticed Shoto looking at her intently, his textbooks also lying forgotten on the desk.

They were supposed to be studying for U.A. High School's entrance exam, though it wasn't really needed. Being children of The Flame Hero, Endeavor, they both were practically assured places already. Seika was the only one really studying—Though, she was the one that had spaced off this time, hadn't she?—Sho was just humoring her perfectionist habits by sitting with her like this, yet again, when he was the one that needed the help in the Academic department.

"You've been staring at nothing for the last ten minutes," he added when she didn't immediately respond. Giving up all pretense of studying, he tossed the history book in his hands onto his desk to focus on his sister.

"And so you've been staring at me for the last ten minutes?" she retorted with a reflexive smile and cheeky tone. Shoto merely stared at her, unamused, in response to her baiting.

He must've looked apathetic to most, she mused. But to Seika, she could see the veiled concern in his mismatched eyes as he looked at her. She wondered what kind of expression was on her face to prompt him to ask, or if he just saw some hidden sadness her eyes. If she could read her brother like a book, then it wasn't too much to assume that he could do the same. Though he didn't know their other siblings as well as she did, he was the one who understood her better than anyone.

She rubbed her left eye, the colored contact lens itching.

"I was thinking of Tōya-nii," she answered honestly. "I miss him."

Seika placed her chin in her hand and looked towards the window again, watching the last rays of sunlight be consumed by the horizon, missing how Shoto's eyebrows rose minutely in surprise. He could only nod quietly, not asking anything further. After a moment of contemplation, he stood from his seat and joined his sister on the bed, lying his head on her back and closing his eyes. Seika groaned in annoyance at the new weight on her lower back.

"You can't keep doing this. We aren't little kids anymore, Sho!" she complained half-heartedly. He only made a dismissive sound in response and Seika scoffed, wriggling a bit to make herself more comfortable. Seika's lips reluctantly curled into a smile as Shoto's breathing evened out incredulously fast, telling her that he'd fallen asleep for real.

She'd complain, but she wouldn't actually tell him to move off her. Just like she also wouldn't admit how his physical presence was like a balm to her heart. How his touch reminded her how he was still there with her, reassuring her of the fact that he hadn't been blown away like a wisp of smoke in the wind. Her brother was still there. He had known how vulnerable she had been feeling mere minutes ago and had soothed her nerves without a word spoken.

They've never needed words to tell what the other was feeling, because the other always just knew. They knew each other inexplicably well in a wonderfully unexplainable way.

They were Twins, after all.

"...troublesome brother." she muttered to herself, still smiling. Reaching her hand out, she flicked on the lamp on the nightstand and picked up her pen to begin studying again with renewed energy.

She had an Exam to ace, a fancy school to get into, and then a goal to achieve.

I—I

END

A/N: This has happened, and I am not sorry for it. MHA is one of the most amazing shows I have seen, and I adore it. So I came up with the idea of two different fics for it. This one, Heroic Pursuits, and: 'Our Choices' Both are separate stories that... more or less (less. way, way less) follow canon and it's characters! I've been wanting to do this since like, last year guys! Here! There's even another chapter ready to get to know Seika some more!

So happy to finally be sharing this!

-Nanami