'You're worried about him, aren't you?' 
                          
'Yeah...' Y/N sighed, playing with a thread that had frayed from the hem. 'Y/N, I need to talk to you.' Fuyumi said seriously. 'About?' The girl tore her gaze away from the window reluctantly and faced the snowy haired woman. 'My brother. I need to know your feelings for him.'
                          
'He's special.' A small smile spread onto Y/N's face. 'The first time I saw him, I thought he was stuck up and annoying. But when I fell asleep in class, no one but him bothered to wake me up. And he accompanied me to the cafeteria because I didn't know the way. A stuck up person wouldn't do that, would he? When we had our first hero training exercise, while I stopped to wish my friend luck, he waited for me to ensure that I got to the monitory room safely. As I got to know him better, I realised that the snobbiness was just an act. I got to know of his harsh childhood. I'm very honoured that he trusts me enough to tell me.' Y/N paused, glancing out of the window and continuing.
                          
'He needs love, just like anyone else. He's cried on multiple occasions when we met up at the park near UA. He thinks he's going to become just like Endeavor just because they're bound by blood. He thinks I'm going to hate him one day because of what Endeavor's done to my family. He thinks his left side is unsightly. But I disagree. Every inch, every corner of him is perfect. I couldn't hate him, even if I truly wanted to. I've never felt so strongly about anyone before, but I love Shoto so much. Maybe even too much for my own good.' Y/N finished, looking at Fuyumi expectantly.
                          
'Why has he never told me about all this?' Fuyumi breathed, 'Why has he never talked to me about all this?'
                          
'He knows that you guys are busy. He doesn't want to bother you guys with a burden of his own. He's a good person, you guys are very lucky to have Shoto as a brother.' Y/N explained, now pulling at another thread. 'Shoto is one of a kind. He always puts others before himself, even if he doesn't display it.' 
                          
'I've been his sister for fifteen years, and he's never breathed a word of this to me. At all.' Fuyumi placed a hand over her heart and faked offence. 'Y/N L/N, did you put a curse on my brother?' 'No.' Y/N burst out laughing, the joke taking her mind off things for a minute. 
                          
However, the peace did not last long for the two young ladies. A shout pierced the air, making both Y/N and Fuyumi fly to the window in an instant. 'Dad's going overboard. Stay in here, Y/N. I've got to go down and stop him.' Fuyumi rushed out of the room, leaving Y/N terrified and shell-shocked. 
                          
A while later, Fuyumi brought back a badly injured Shoto. He was hissing with pain while muttering curses under his breath. 'That damn old man... could've broken my arm... masterpiece my ass.' 'Shoto Todoroki, you absolute asshole. You promised that you'll come back without a scratch. And you come back with a gaping wound on your arm and possibly an internal injury. You obviously did not keep your end of the promise.' Y/N huffed, helping Fuyumi settle him onto the mattress. 'Sorry.' Shoto muttered, eyes half-lidded. 'Baka.' Y/N growled as she accepted the first aid kit being held out to her by Fuyumi.
                          
'How dare you... such reckless behaviour.' Y/N glared at Shoto as she doused a cotton pad in disinfecting liquid. He stared back at her, finding it heartwarming that she cared so much about him. 'Hold still, okay?' Y/N sighed as she began dabbing at the bleeding wound.
                          
After a few hisses and groans from Shoto and a lot of glaring and bickering, Y/N managed to get the injury cleaned and disinfected thoroughly. 'You pull another stunt like that and I'll beat the shit out of you like what I did to Kaminari and Kyoka.' She muttered as she bandaged the slash. 'I don't think you've got stomach bruising though. You're not coughing blood.' Y/N noted.
                          
'Says the one who got injured by Shigaraki.' Shoto teased.
                          
'Shut up! It was an accident! Besides, it was his quirk, I couldn't have done anything about it.' Y/N hissed, slamming shut the lid of the first aid kit. 'And Recovery Girl said that it wasn't as bad as Aizawa's elbow. I didn't cough up that much blood, okay?'
                          
'You puked after that.' Shoto pointed out.
                          
'Go to sleep, Peppermint. I've had enough of your shit for today. I still can't believe how you got that cut. Slashing yourself on your own ice trying to avoid Endeavor?' Y/N snapped. 'Fuyumi, can you believe this guy?' 'You need to be more careful, Shoto.' Fuyumi sighed, rubbing her temples because of the ruckus the two teenagers were causing.
                          
'And we have another problem.' Fuyumi continued. 'Dad's outside, so it's physically impossible for us to sneak you to one of the guest rooms. 'It's fine, I guess. I'll probably have to wake up to change Shoto's bandages anyway. Good night, Fuyumi. I can't thank you guys enough for the hospitality.' Y/N smiled as the young woman stepped out of the room, closing it softly behind her. 'No funny business!' She heard Fuyumi's voice yell faintly.
                          
'Where are you going to sleep?' As soon as the door slid shut, Y/N heard Shoto's voice echo in the silence. 'I don't know.' Y/N admitted, walking over to the door and locking it. Shoto shifted and patted the empty space next to him. 
                          
'Are you sure?' Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed, a slight blush on her cheeks. 'I don't mind.' Shoto replied, turning to face her. 'Okay then... since I've got no other option, have I?' She climbed hesitantly into the nest of blankets. 'Does it hurt? The cut?' She whispered, adjusting the bandages slightly. 'No, since it's been treated with love.' Shoto joked, a small grin on his face, which faded off soon. 'Are you really angry at me?'
                          
'No, I'm just worried about you. I can't stay mad at you, no matter how much I try.' Y/N breathed, brushing away a strand of Shoto's hair. 'You need to be more careful, Sho. If you keep getting yourself injured like Midoriya does then it's just not going to work out. It can't work out that way.' 
                          
'I know. I'm sorry.'
                          
Y/N smiled. 'It's fine, I forgive you. Go to sleep, we have school tomorrow.'
                          
'Good night, Y/N.' Shoto closed his eyes.
                          
'Good night.'