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Money.
If there is one thing she loves the most in her life, it is money.
She desired money, she fantasied about being rich, of taking long baths in a jacuzzi, of having servants doing whatever she wanted them to do, of having the brightest of diamonds, embedded in a platinum ring, on her fingers, of riding in a Limo, of - well, you get the point.
She is not greedy, she just wants to be rich, that’s all.
She wants to be rich because she has seen poverty, she has seen the emancipated faces of her parents, she has known the pain of a gnawing stomach, she has felt the bitter cold as she did not have enough money to buy warm clothes, she has felt disappointment of not being able to visit restaurants, of having to eat rice and pickles on a good day.
She swore to herself to alleviate herself from poverty.
She can make babies.
After all, what is having a few children and being captive in a lavish home in exchange for money and living in the said lavish home?
She was six when her quirk finally manifested. It was not unheard of late manifestation of quirks, but hers was a peculiar case. Her quirk was incredibly powerful. Her body? Not so much.
She was thin and short, her grey eyes devoid of any warmth. She was malnourished, her stomach gaunt. When she was ten, she looked like a seven year old.
When she turned six, her body was finally strong enough to actually physically manifest her quirk, and God was she happy. She was happy that she was not Quirkless , a death sentence on her already poor life.
Her quirk was quite powerful. By the age of 16, her quirk was capable of raising glaciers out of thin air, her body still wasn’t.
When Endeavour of all people sought her out, she was scared. He gave her a contract, a contract that offered her all of his riches in the exchange of being her child factory, a baby-making machine of sorts. Her parents did not want to sell her off, but she knew that this was her only chance at having an actual life. Her only chance of going out of this hellhole. She accepted the contract without batting an eye.
Endeavour wanted a child, a masterpiece capable of defeating All Might, a tool to further his desires, a tool that fill complete all of her desires. She realised that she can understand him, he wants power, just like she wants money. It’s pretty funny actually, their child will be the child born of a want, a want of Power and Money.