She was so tired

She was in and out of consciousness

There was something strapped unto her face, something helping her to breathe.

It was strange how she felt so alive when she doesn't breathe— and how the oxygen in itself was robbing her away from the strange sensation around her chest.

Feeling the aches of her bones, Sakura just wanted to lie down forever.

'Seriou—', voice floating through her consciousness, 'A seco—', it was not a whisper, 'wanna DIE second ti—'

"Shhhhh." The little girl muttered as she fell back asleep.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Her daughter shouldn't have a quirk.

Ana paced around her little girl's room, trying to make sense of what just happened. Her husband stayed in the hospital, she's tasked to gather some clothing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", she muttered absently— no care in the world if anyone could hear her.

She just wants her daughter to be safe, like every mother's protective instincts.

No she can't do anything to save her daughter, the media already spouted rumors and theories regarding her daughter.

'How the hell did she even get a flashy quirk?', she irritatedly thought, 'it could've been a lesser one but noooooo she had to get that.'

She really wants to brainstorm on how to get away from this, but with her brilliant mind in hand— Ana realized there's no getting around this.

She admits defeat..

Somewhat.

It's been a week, and the media has been crawling around the hospital. Some even snuck in and acted as a nurse, which dad filed a case against on.

They never did that again, 6 were caught.

This also means that Sakura needs to wait a few more days before she can meet her best friends— since everyone is strictly prohibiting visitors around her.

Considering that she was a medical miracle, a child with many quirks at that (which Eraser Head stated, since he was the one who helped the case he got information out of the walking neon sign villain all the things she could do.)

In which Sakura had to perform in front of the doctors— too greedy for the next quirk advancement.

'As if I have the answers in my body.', she quietly fumed as she lied down head at the footboard and her legs propped unto her pillows.

Her parents had an important case today, and she's left with her thoughts.

'CLUNK'

A rock hit her wide forehead.

"The—?" she quickly sat up, and felt dizzy but shook it off easily as the rock had paper wrapped around it.

Pursing her lips in thought, Sakura thought it was wiser to check who threw it first (that was some good aim if the person was targeting her forehead)— you'll never know if the paper had explosive tags.

'As if that's possible', the little girl scoffed and jumped down from the bed.

Walking (slightly waddling like a penguin because she felt like doing so), she then heaved herself up the opening of the window.

"SAKU-CHAN!"

"SAKURA"

Ahh she missed the voice of the two idiots.

"HII!", out of unconfined excitement she waved her arms in huge motion from left to right— her whole body swaying with her.

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?", while shouting and enunciating every word as if she was talking to a kid (which she is), she mouthed dramatically and did random actions to cross her message, hoping for her friends to understand the gestures.

She saw the two whisper to each other below, 'as if I could hear them both if they talked', Bakugo inhaled sharply.

"READ THE FUCKING ROCK", he shouted without breaking a sweat.

She raised her hand to signal them, 'gimme one second', and walked back where the non threatening rock is.

Unfurling the paper her eyes watered immediately and sniffed so hard that her nostrils flared, on it was a drawing of the golden gundam being held by Izuku and Bakugo each side on it's arms, as Sakura beats the crap out of it.

As much as she didn't like to talk about the incident, she deduced that this was the best thing that ever happened in her life.

Deciding against better judgement, she ran to the door— took a peak outside, 'the coast is clear', closed and locked it immediately.

She placed the drawing on the bland bedside table with a flower vase on it, and placed a book on top of it saving the paper from its crumpled state.

The little girl's head poked out of the window, where the two boys looked up waiting for a miracle to happen.

And that it did

They saw their pink friend climb out of the window, the two of them started screaming on the top of their lungs.

In which Sakura stuck the sole of her feet on the wall, and kept signaling them to freaking quiet down.

'Honestly these two', she kept concentrating on not to breathe as she walked down the wall.

From the piercing scream of two boys, now it turned into cheers.

It was getting harder to not react, her nose started flaring (pulsating) unconsciously.

As she landed on the grass with ease, she was tackled by Izuku— Bakugo just ran up to her and stopped very near her personal space.

"I'm so sorry Saku-chan," unwanted tears started streaming down Midoriya's face, "they got you instead of me—", his lips wavered and more water came out.

"I told Deku that it wasn't his fault..", the blonde kind of looked irritated— but his eyes betrayed him and showed worry.

The girl wiped the tears out of Midoriya's face and gave him a smile, "Izuku, it's really okay—"

"No it's not!" He started wailing and couldn't help but hiccup.

"I mean the villains were targeting me anyway." She merely shrugged, "Beside what can we do it's all in the past." A small hand patted Izuku's worries away as she wiped his tears.

Bakugo looked like he wanted to say something, but dismissed it.

Sensing his mood before she could help it she said, "don't blame yourself Bakugo it was me who told Izu to go to the vending machine..", hoping that it would make him feel better.

"It shouldn't be like that though," he muttered, "you shouldn't have been kidnapped at all." A frown marred his face.

"Yeeeah— that's kind of like what I told the villains."

In which both her friends perked up with curiosity, by hearing the word 'villains'.

After reiterating the story on how and why and what happened to her friends, Sakura felt it was time to walk back up.

As she heaved back to the window, and waving her friends off as they leave. A lone camera crew part of HTC news coverage, took a picture of her waving.

It ended up on the front page of every newspaper that week.

He made bank— whoever that photographer was.

She got grounded for poking her head out the window— and now her face is plastered on every media available.

'The Golden Punch' , mhmm not the most creative.

'The Feisty Gremlin' , she stared, took note of the name and decided to burn that paper.

'The Greatest Thing That Ever Happened Since All Migh—', too patronizing and long.

'Rising Hero!' , lame.

Making farting noise out of her lips as she rolled around the bed, Sakura ran out of things to do and things to think about.

So she slept.

"Yes, I did that."

"Mhm."

"ok byeee"

Three phrases Sakura repeated since morning when she walked to school and said to her classmates when they latched on her when she arrived in the kindergarten.

She was now utterly exhausted, was just now in the classroom during recess with the two boys flanking her sides.

There was now a newly appointed security guard at the gate of the school, and a bodyguard in the premises— sworn to protect Sakura.

'As if I need protecting.', the girl admits she has been ignoring her newly found quirks or chakra or whatever you call it. Her heart wasn't just into it yet, a 6 year old girl just wants to relax and have fun and—

"Diamond Punch." Bakugo suddenly said.

Which got the other two kids' attention.

"what?" She asked.

"You know—" he started mimicking her punch, "cuz' your punch seemed unbeatable or unbreakable and diamond is the hardest rock right?"

Out of all the names that the media has tried to define her.

This was the only one that she liked.

So much so that she suddenly felt inspired to work through and experiment on her quirks again.

"I like it." She admits.

He smiled, pleased with what he has come up with. His proudest achievement—

"I'll only use it when you agree with Spitfire—"

Bakugo growled.

Izuku sneezed, his saliva landing on their faces.

Reading the newspaper became part of his morning routine, after all slander was where the money is.

He lowered the paper a little bit and peaked, as Sakura approached him.

"Daaaaad," she lazily flopped down on the seat beside his table and smacked her face on the wood, "I wanna stay a child foreveeeer, growing up seems meddlesome." She puffed her cheeks.

"Huuuuuuuuu", she whined as she wished she could turn into a plant or goo— nothing to think about and just exist without problems.

She's just 6 years old though.

Sakura face planted on the table, "Everywhere I go they recognize me now dad!" She admonished, he wondered where she could go— considering that his daughter only walked back and forth from house to school recently and became suspicious of her.

"No dad—", she sighed, "they wait for me.", sitting back up she continued, "who would wait for a kid? ."

She continued to whine, but soon stopped— noticing her dad still reading the news today.

"Dad please stope reading that, you know that they only write 'exciting' news." She air quoted and a little bit worried about her dad but he placed the paper on the table, and moved it in front of her.

Leaning closer, he pointed an article which Sakura's eyes went wide and her attention immediately latched on.

'The Little Impacts Sometimes Causes The Biggest Change'

Small tiny fists on the air, unwavering against a humongous opponent— undeterred by the air whiplashing through her hair. Determined for her little fist to make a difference, Sakura Mitsuki age 6, made an impact on the lives of the people.

It shed a new light and a new hope for the citizens around the globe. Coincidentally the villain she punched permanently into jail, is also the same villain wearing a hero's costume that her parents put out of commission years ago.

To say the least the Mitsuki Family, upholds the honor of our society as they not do what's easy— but always choosing to do what's right.

A pat on the head, Sakura's father began cooking their breakfast today. His little girls eyes wide, completely surprised and caught off guard— this was the only article that felt so endearing as the others painted her as a more 'badass' character.

He knew his daughter well, underneath the sassy exterior (don't be fooled by the pink hair) it takes courage to be someone as blunt as her.

From that day on she stopped complaining, only inwardly eye rolling, keeping the comments inside her head, and most of all keeping up a facade.

That was also the start of her hiding behind the shadow of her own self.

She never wanted to be a hero

Sakura was only human

But heroes were needed, and she'll gladly swallow uncomfortable things to do what's right.

For the good of all,

A queen must be sacrificed.