A/N: I feel like I start off every chapter like this but heyyy, I'm not dead. Here's the last chapter lol. I've been working on it for like a week and I'm still not completely happy with it, but I like it so here it is. The last bit is inspired by the last song in The Lightning Thief Musical "Bring on the Monsters" so I recommend that song for that part.

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"Jeez 'Yumi, can you stop pacing? You're giving me motion sickness," Touya complains, his voice muffled by the pillow over his face as he laid on the couch.

Fuyumi frowns, crossing her arms over her chest but not stopping. "I can't help it, you know what today is!"

Today was The Day.

Results Day.

The month in between the entrance exam and the distribution of the results was a rough one indeed. Between random anxiety attacks from Fuyumi that had her second-guessing every answer she'd bubbled and every move she'd made in the practical and Endeavor's oddly icy demeanor, the entire house was on-edge as they waited for the twins' results.

Fuyumi had bitten her nails down to the quick as she paces, glancing every so often out of the window to her right to see if the mailman had arrived. Stupid UA, she thought, her stomach roiling. Why can't use emails like the rest of the world?

No, instead of being remotely normal, UA used good old fashioned snail-mail to get the job done, a weird practice considering it had the most state of the art facilities and funding in the country.

They must like to make the students suffer.

According to the internet, UA gave out their acceptance and rejection letters in the same kind of envelope with the same seal holding it shut so there was no way for either of them to differentiate between the two of them without opening it up to read their fate.

Needless to say Fuyumi is anxious as hell for more reasons than one.

Cold, blue eyes flickered across her memory, making her blanch.

He's not here, she reminds herself, trying to calm her racing heart. He's going to be working through the night again.

We're safe.

Ever since the fight that erupted when he found out that they were taking the exams, he'd been weirdly silent on the matter, resorting back to his habit of ignoring the both of them unless he caught them speaking to Shouto. Fuyumi was expecting him to break the uneasy ceasefire at any minute by throwing them both out of the house or setting them on fire, but he never did. Come to think about it, she's hardly seen him since then. He spent most of the day at his office downtown and the few hours he spent at home were spent in the main part of the compound training their younger brother or sleeping.

When they were able to sneak interactions with their nine year old baby brother, he was tired, but excited for them. Those nights were the best, when the twins and Natsuo would sneak around the hired help stationed around the house and into Shouto's room on the other side of the compound and they could spend time with him. They would sit quietly on his bed and play board games (Fuyumi always won), cards (Touya always cheated), or just talked with one another about everything and nothing.

Shouto was mostly curious about what it was like outside the compound as in his almost decade of living, he had only left the house three times: once to visit Touya in the hospital, the second time to see Fuyumi, and the third to go to one of Endeavor's press conferences.

The entire purpose of the conference was to talk about Endeavor's large and supposedly anonymous donation to a local children's hospital that had allegedly gotten leaked on the internet — now that Fuyumi was older, she knows now that it was a publicity stunt. The people, knowing Endeavor's shitty attitude, were suspicious and wanted to know why Endeavor had chosen that specific place to donate to and his agency told him that it would humanize him more in the eyes of the public if he brought his own children with him when he told them whatever bullshit he felt like saying.

Fuyumi's world stops and her grey eyes stop seeing what's in front of her.

She's eight again.

Fuyumi is eight and confused when Father bursts into her room at eight in the morning, sending her heart careening into her stomach and he tells her to dress like she's going to church on a Tuesday morning. The girl rolls out of bed onto shaky legs and does as she's told — always does as she's told, it's easier that way — before padding downstairs in quiet sock feet to sit up straight at the kitchen table so that Father would know she's done.

Touya comes down next, blue eyes downcast and looking just as confused as she feels. He sits next to her, his palms flat on the table to keep them from shaking. Father hasn't asked them all to do anything is a really, really long time. Touya looks tired, dark smudges lining his undereyes and his skin dull.

Fuyumi frowns, remembering that he spent the afternoon in the Red Room with Father getting hurt. Her gaze lowers to his covered arms, wrapped safely in a nice collared shirt, hiding what Fuyumi knows to be painful burns and bruises like they usually do. Her twin was always small and frail to her. He was older by three minutes, but she's always been bigger than him. Mama told her once because he was sickly as a baby and never really grew out of it, but Fuyumi knows better. She knows he's sickly because Father hurts him all the time and never lets him heal.

Mama told her never to repeat that never, ever again so she hasn't.

She wants to reach out and hold his hand like they used to before she was thrown away by Father and not allowed to see her other half, but she knows that Touya would get in trouble if Father saw her comforting him so she keeps her cold hands to herself because she loves him.

A couple minutes later, Natsuo comes down with his silver hair brushed out of his eyes for once. Fuyumi thinks he looks cute all dressed up— or he would look cute if he wasn't so wary as he sat down. Five years old with shadows in his eyes. Her heart hurts for her otouto as he sits, his chubby legs swinging in the chair.

Finally, Father comes down holding a silent Shouto and walks out the front door without speaking and into the car waiting by the curb for them. The other three children scurry out after him, careful not to wrinkle their clothes as they hurry across the lawn. Fuyumi sends one look back towards the house, wondering where Mama is but sighs deeply. Mama is probably sick that day like she is most days. Some days she was okay and happy enough to talk to Fuyumi and her siblings. On super rare days, she would even smile or play with them when Father was out of the house working. But most of the time she won't come out of her bedroom.

So today it was just the five of them.

Fuyumi tries to hide the shiver that threatens to wrack her thin frame.

For the entire eerily silent car-ride, Father had refused to tell them why or where they were going until a perky brunette explains it in his office in downtown Musutafu; they are here to show their dad support because some people think he's a bad hero and they wouldn't want that, would they? All four of them shake their heads mechanically and she continues, her demeanor not dimming in the slightest. All they had to do was talk nicely about their dad and their family if they were asked and just follow his lead if they didn't know what to do.

"Easy enough, right, kids?" she asks, rising from the crouch she was in to be at their level.

Fuyumi is the only one who responds.

About an hour later, they are ushered into a large room into seats next to Endeavor while he speaks in his gruff baritone insincere words about how family was the most important thing to him and how much he loves his kids. Fuyumi thinks the smile on his face makes him look weird.

The reporters ate it up, even asking the children themselves a couple questions and cooing at their answers, specifically little Natsuo and Shouto. Fuyumi didn't speak much, giving relatively short answers when asked a with a plastic smile plastered to her face for long enough to make her cheeks hurt.

Everything was going fine until Father moves to ruffle Touya's hair affectionately after he answers a question with the right amount of precociousness to be cute and the boy flinches so violently that there's no way everyone didn't catch it. Her twin tries valiantly to play it off when asked, saying that it was him stopping a sneeze or coughing, but the fear in his eyes when he saw Father's hand coming at him couldn't be explained away. The way the rest of the children blanched immediately after seeing the twitch in his jaw couldn't be either. Before they even left downtown, rumors are circulating about Endeavor abusing his family, the only likely explanation for the children's almost robotic behavior during the press conference and terror after the incident.

Touya had trembles next to Fuyumi on the entire ride home, his face impassive but unnaturally pale. Natsuo and Shouto looked like he was about to cry. Fuyumi stares ahead out the mirror and tries to ignore the dread threatening to choke her.

The car stops and they all roll out of the car with varying levels of shakiness to their limbs. Touya's cool exterior has been chipped away and Fuyumi watches him start to break apart, his breaths coming in harshly as they walk up to the door, fear coming off of him in waves. Before the front door even finishes closing, Father is on, small, sickly Touya and she could only watch as her twin gets beaten down to the ground and burned within an inch of his life on the marble floors so badly that he peed himself, his screams echoing down the foyer loud enough that Fuyumi prayed for the first time in years that the neighbors heard and were calling the police, that the landscaping guys working on the lawn outside would decide that enough was enough and come help them, that their mother, wasting away in her room not even fifty meters away, would wake up and protect them.

Usually Touya didn't beg. He just took his beatings, cried if they were that bad, and kept it moving. Fuyumi watches her twin beg for mercy, his voice hysterical and high enough to rip Fuyumi's heart into a million different pieces. Father's mouth is set in a firm line and his scowl deepens with Touya's pleading.

"Pathetic."

He starts back up again.

Fifteen minutes later, after Touya had thrown up on himself, Endeavor decided that enough was enough and rounded on Fuyumi, who was still rooted to the spot with silent tears streaming down her face.

It was her turn.

The taste of copper in her mouth brings her back out of her head, her vision slowly coming back to her and with it, a dull throbbing in her mouth from where she unconsciously bit the inside of her cheek. Lastly, she feels a hand on her back rubbing comforting circles and if not for her reflexes, she would've attacked the body attached to said hand with extreme prejudice. But, she recognizes the sound of her twin's low voice reminding her of where she is before she can panic and the tension in her shoulders is released.

"We're in your bedroom on third of March. You're okay, you're safe, it's, like, eleven in the morning, uh, I'm your twin?" he tried, obviously trying to guide her back out of her flashback. "I'm not sure what else to say, the internet can only prepare me so much."

A shaky, strained laugh found its way out of her mouth and Touya heaves a great sigh of relief. He rises before she even realizes that she had fallen to her knees during her episode and hauls her up off the ground.

"Well, at least you stopped pacing," Touya says drily, forcing another chuckle from Fuyumi, his joke almost funny enough to detract from the fact that she's just had one of her worst attacks to date, and the first one in months. Fuyumi frowns. They usually weren't nearly that intense and didn't last that long. She wanted to believe that she was getting better, but it seemed like with all of the stress of the exam results, it was only making her anxiety worse, bad enough to cause… whatever the heck that was.

That's something to look into.

Her gaze flitted to the window again and back to Touya who had settled back onto the couch lazily, all of his gangly limbs spread out on the cushions enough to be annoying.

Stupid Touya and his stupid long limbs.

Fuyumi would never be as tall as Touya, a fact she was slowly becoming aware of. For the vast majority of their childhood, Fuyumi had been the taller twin — the alpha, she remembered teasing Touya — and if she wasn't taller, they were exactly the same height. She huffs, fighting the urge to cross her arms petulantly. Now, since she'd put him on a modified diet to help stimulate muscle building and overall health, he'd shot up past her to just over a hundred-seventy-four centimeters in height, over ten centimeters taller than she was.

His growth-spurt made him much more of a butt than usual, but Fuyumi supposes that she kinda sorta deserved it for teasing him for being shorter than her for their childhood.

But it still didn't take away from the fact that he was a major butthole sometimes.

"Quick question, if you get out of the shower clean, how come your towel gets dir—"

"HE'S HERE!" she exclaims, her body going rigid as she gave a routine scan of the road. "Oh my god, he's he—" she pauses to look at Touya, absolute terror evident on her face. "The letters are here!"

Touya had been doing a great job faking indifference in the face of the results so far. He was outwardly unbothered by the little waiting game they had found themselves in, the calm to Fuyumi's storm for the past month, chill enough for most people to think he honestly didn't care one way or the other.

But when he saw the mail truck coming down the road, all of that flew out the window.

Both twins bolted, running like Endeavor himself was behind them. They took the stairs quickly, Touya skipping several steps at a time to Fuyumi's barely careful three, until Touya reaches the landing and just vaults over the rest of them until he hits the ground running down the foyer with Fuyumi hot on his heels.

Somehow, it's Fuyumi's hand that reaches the doorknob first as she borderline throws it open and darts across the well-kept lawn to reach the unsuspecting mailman standing by the curb about to open their mailbox. The brunet man looked up, his eyes widening when he saw two teenagers coming at him full speed with varying degrees of terror on their faces.

"Wait!" Touya yells as they slow down in front of him, halting the mans startled step backwards. "Do you have any—"

"Two letters from UA High," he smiled, offering the letters to them both with a flourish. It seems to Fuyumi that he's been doing this, giving out UA results, all day long. "Good luck, kids."

Touya takes them both and gives the man a nod of thanks.

Fuyumi peeks over his shoulder and her knees go weak when she sees the glossy envelope, fit with the official and unbroken UA High School seal holding it shut.

The moment of truth!

They both race back into the house.

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"Fuyumi, come on, we won't know unless we open them!" Touya presses, rocking on heels.

Fuyumi shakes her head from where she's curled up on the couch, her body in a tight ball as if to keep out the anxiety. "I can't, Touya! It's just," she looks up, her silver eyes watery behind her glasses. "What if they're rejection letters?"

Touya shrugs a little bit too mechanically to be as nonchalant as he probably wants it to be. "We have to open it to find out."

Fuyumi huffs and sticks her head back into the cushion, letting out a muffled "No."

She hears Touya begin to pace and almost teases him for it like he did her but doesn't have it in her when her stomach is doing enough flips to make an Olympian gymnast jealous. "Well at least let me open them bo—"

"No!" Fuyumi launched up off of the couch, snatching the letter for herself. Touya smirked knowingly. She stares at the letter in her hands, her breath catching in her chest as her heartbeat stuttered. "I don't think I can—"

And the envelope was snatched out of her hands.

She looks up, letting out an indignant squawk and prepared to yell at Touya when she sees her younger brother shoot out of the room, two envelopes in his hand and cackling at the top of his lungs.

Touya and Fuyumi look at each other and take off after him, death threats, maniacal laughter, and three sets of footsteps echoing down the halls.

"Natsuo, you little shit give us back the envelopes!" Touya thunders, a step behind a fuming Fuyumi, who was gaining on their little brother.

"No!" he shouts, wrenching open his bedroom door and shutting it a hair before his older sister can catch him and wring his scrawny little neck. "You two were taking forever," their twelve year old nuisance of a brother says from behind the thick, wooden door, the lock firmly in place.

"I'll open it."

"No!" Fuyumi and Touya shout in unison.

"Natsuo, this isn't funny! Give us back the envelopes now!" Fuyumi hisses, banging on the door as hard as she could without damaging it. She is answered with nothing but the tearing of paper and laughter.

"Dear Yukimura Touya," Natsuo read, pitching his voice lower to what he believes to be the authoritative voice of a principal.

Touya bangs sharply on the door, his face paler than usual. "Come on, dipshit, this isn't fucking funny."

Natsuo sighs. "Hm. Not interesting," he says, not bothering to finish reading the letter before another tearing sound is heard and Touya's eyes widen.

"Well, what did it say? What did it say?" he demands, rigidity locking up his body enough that he couldn't even show off his displeasure on the door. "Natsuo, I swear to fucking Christ—"

"Dear Yukimura— why do you guys get to be Yukimura, I want to be a Yukimura too— Fuyumi…" he trails off again, ignorant to Fuyumi's heart leaping into her throat as she trembled all over.

If I don't die of a heart attack, I'm going to murder Natsuo.

They both wait with bated breath, willing Natsuo to speak until he huffs and the door unlocks, much to their collective surprise.

The white-haired preteen walks out of his bedroom and past his livid siblings, carelessly tossing the opened letter in their direction before Fuyumi could freeze the saliva in his mouth. "That was boring. Now I'm hungry."

Too impatient to bother retaliating against their little brat of a sibling, the twins fell on their letters with gusto, Fuyumi's trembling fingers holding the paper like it was a precious artefact.

Dear Yukimura Fuyumi, she read as she tried not to vomit onto her shoes, as you well know, UA High School had many exceptional applicants this year. The sheer amount of potential that these prospective students have far outstrips any class the school has seen in the recent century.

It sounded suspiciously like a rejection letter and instead of getting discouraged, she pushed on and fell to her knees. It is with great pleasure that I congratulate you on your acceptance into UA High School's Hero Course, the most co…

She stops reading after that, blinking slowly as she rereads that line, that one line over and over and over and over and over again, unable to stop until she feels Touya's hand on her shoulder as he snatches the letter from her hands and skims it.

Fuyumi hardly even notices as the gravity of the situation settles in on her. I got into UA.

On my own.

Without Endeavor's name or his influence.

"Fuyumi," Touya says blankly, his hands lowering. She finally finds the strength to look at her twin. "We got into UA."

A pause.

"WE GOT INTO UA!" Fuyumi screeches, throwing herself into Touya's arms as he whoops triumphantly, catching his twin in a shaking grip. "We GOT INTO— Touya! We did it, we d—"

He grins and crushes her into his embrace, the tight hug to the edge of uncomfortable and Fuyumi hugs him right back, laughing hysterically into his shirt. "HELL FUCKING YEAH WE DID!" he cheers, not caring at all about his volume.

She pulls away first, flapping her hands around her face as the biggest smile splits her face in two. "Holy crap we got in! I can't believe it we got in! I'm so ha—" her smile drops off her face and she stops moving all together. "What about Endeavor?" she asks slowly, her mood dampening a little.

Touya scoffs. "Fuck that guy. We're going to UA. It doesn't matter what he thinks because he can't pull us out." He looks at her square in the eyes, gratitude and joy making his watery eyes look less and less like Endeavor's. "'Yumi, we did it."

Fuyumi grinned back fiercely. "Hell yeah we did."

Fuyumi wasn't very religious by any means. She remembers being much, much younger before her mother retreated into herself when she tried to instill in them her own religion by taking them to temples and celebrating her holidays and she remembers liking them, but it never really stuck. But, Fuyumi still found herself praying; not to any gods or deities, no, but to the cosmos.

It was a nightly ritual. Every night since she was six and scared until she was fifteen and triumphant, Fuyumi had wished and she had prayed to the stars. Fuyumi would stay up at night, staring out of her bedroom window at the stars, studying their far off bodies and wish: for a sign, guidance, more courage, peace of mind, anything to help her make it through the day with a monster running her family.

Some nights, like the one when her mother was taken away, she was shaking and crying silently, others, like when Touya had mastered thermoregulation, she was grinning and happy. But every night, whether it was clear, cloudy, raining, or snowing, she would sit on her bed with the window open and wish and pray for something.

There were moments where it felt like it wasn't worth it and that she was wasting her time when she could be sleeping, but her practice kept going: she'd brush her teeth, wash her face, pray to the stars, and go to sleep in that order every single night like clockwork and, honestly, it helped. It helped her feel like someone was listening to her pleas and that maybe, someone somewhere would help her make it happen.

After she'd decided she become a Pro Hero, the prayers increased in their intensity as she pleaded to the sky for more steel for her spine, light for her heart, and a fire for her soul to keep going when their training sessions seemed like they weren't going anywhere or when she could hear Shouto's whimpers when she was on that side of the compound and had no way of helping him, when everything seemed much too big and hopeless for such a small, insignificant girl like her.

But the funny thing about feeling small was that even the sun was small from a distance.

So every night she prayed and every morning she got up, trying to channel the sun into herself, using it to help her burn brighter, fighter harder, and do better. Fuyumi threw herself fearlessly into their training, never letting up and never giving in, even when the sun inside her threatened to burn out.

She began to use her fear, her anxiety to fuel the beast in her belly little by little until her punches were a little bit harder and her kicks were just a smidge quicker, her reflexes were better and her eyes were sharper, until her ice was colder and her heart was warmer.

Until made three points off a perfect score on the written portion of the exam.

Until she scored over a hundred total points on the practical.

Until she took down a three ton robot on her own and saved a boy's life.

Until she got into UA.

Fuyumi was a lot of things. One could say that she was an anxious, traumatised mess. Others might say that she's painfully polite and selfless to a fault. But Yukimura Fuyumi was not a quitter. Yukimura Fuyumi was not a coward, she was not weak, and she sure as hell wasn't a goddamned failure.

That day, on the third of March, light like nothing Fuyumi had ever felt coursed through her soul, making her heart lighter and her mind brighter, momentarily scaring off all of her demons. There was a lot to do within the next few years if Fuyumi wanted to achieve her goal, but she was more than ready to tackle it head-on. The fire in her soul burned brighter than ever as the beast taking up residence in her belly roared in approval.

So, she let Touya lift her up in a great, big bear hug and shake her around while he was overcome with joy like she was. She let herself feel her moment in the sun for as long as the day would last. But the moment that that ended, she had a lot of work to get done and not a lot of time to do it.

Cruel blue eyes flitted across her consciousness.

Her gaze sharpened.

A lot of work.

No, Fuyumi wasn't done. Far from it, actually. If she wanted to take down the Number Two Hero, she couldn't afford to be average or good or even exceptional like the principal's letter had said. She would have to be great and nothing less.

But she could live in this moment and bask in the victory. She sent up a thank you to the stars who had listened to her night after night and to the dreams that were answered. Fuyumi would celebrate for now.

But after that?

The Yukimura twins were coming to UA to become great heroes and God help anyone who tried to stand in their way.

UA High School, here we come!

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A/N: THE END!

Don't kill me, there's going to be a second part (and maybe a third…) where they're actually in school (and can you guess who their home room teacher is going to be?) where more OCs will be present in the hero course, their martial arts classes, in UA as whole, and in the world in general. Again, I'm probably not going to be able to use every single OC just because of the sheer volume of entries I got both on and AO3 but be on the look out!

Oh yeah, and Endeavor's still a piece of shit. How he got away with beating his kids was that he has a "family physician" with a healing quirk come in and heal them when they get hurt really bad and the asshole gets paid enough to keep his mouth shut in case you were wondering.

I wrote Fuyumi with severe anxiety and PTSD. She's working through it the best she can given the circumstances and I love our ice queen.

Natsuo's a little preteen shit and we stan lmao.

Y'all can find me on tumblr mirukosbitch. Feel free to let me know how you thought the ending was!

The next part (because keep in mind, this is a series that I would like to continue, but I'm a busy college student so sorry that school comes first lmao) will be more of a drabble series, a bunch of scenes of their lives in school and less organized than this part. It'll be easier to maintain plus you guys can send me ideas through my asks on tumblr so do that and you'll probably see it. I have a couple ideas for what is going to happen next but not nearly as many as I would like so yeah.

There were two inspirations other than TLT Musical here, the first one was from a tumblr post that said "I feel small; but so are stars from a distance", a ten word poem that I loved and had to put in and one from one of my favorite authors of all time (TEN POINTS TO ANYONE WHO CAN GUESS WHICH BOOK).

Thank you guys so so so much for supporting my fanfic as much as y'all did. I'm honestly blown away by the amount of support this got it's honestly insane so thank you, thank you, thank you. You guys are the best and I hope you liked the fic. I will be back, I pinky swear it.

Shoutouts: Everyone who made it this far into the Hoarfrost series. It's been quite a ride.

QoTP: Send me ideas for their hero names! I'm pretty sure you can guess what the theme is gonna be, what with all of Fuyumi's space talk.

OH, AND HAPPY PRIDE MONTH FOR THE LGBTQ+ HOMIES I LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU.

Onto the next, guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

thanks :) 3