"I didn't need much, I just needed you to love me,"

"Maybe I am not the hero,"

"When my time comes..."

Five out of five children burdened with their father's abuse. Four out of five have a deep seeded hatred for the man. There are three boys, and two girls. One out of five is dead, two have left, and all of them are marred.

Ayumi is the third of the five, at 21 years old she is a hero. She is not a hero in spirit, only in profession, only out of spite.

The girl looked like the rest of her family once, with her hair red and white, a mix of stripes, and candy cane like. It is now stained black, a mask. Her eyes match her youngest brother's. The heterochromia is uncommon, one eye is bright turquoise and the other is steely storm grey.

Ayumi is short and small, yet strong. Her back bears her world.

Her heart is under steel locked doors. Doors only few people have keys to. A door she never willingly opens.

Ayumi Todoroki is a woman made of many stories, stories that she will tell, coming from her past, and into her present.

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NOTES:

I will be putting Trigger Warnings up with this symbol to surround them. ⚠️.

To warn you up front, this story contains violence, chuld abuse, panic attacks, sexual content, cursing etc.

EDITED 9/3/2021
Whole part was changed to be more cohesive.
Probably not a final draft.