AN: This was more of a way to explore Miyuki's character and dealing with a lot of pressure while still only a teenager. Hopefully, it makes sense in a way and helps all of you readers see how Miyuki is growing up and realizing her own naivety.

"Hey, we should have a picnic," Miyuki announced in the dorm lounge area.

Kirishima blinked from his sprawled spot on the couch. "A picnic?"

Miyuki nodded. "We're all still pretty wound up from the . . . the camp incident. I think a picnic would be a good way for everyone to unwind and be reassured we're all okay."

With a hand holding her chin, Yaoyorozu pondered the suggestion. "It would be nice, and we could make it casual as well. Have a few people bring snacks, some drinks, some games, and whatever else to enjoy the day."

"Right!" Miyuki exclaimed. "It is nice and sunny outside, and we still have the courtyard to try out!"

Ashido popped into the lounge, poking her head out from the elevator while shrieking, "Did I hear something about a picnic?"

Kaminari appeared from behind her. "Ooh, a picnic?"

Miyuki laughed. Just a day had done by since they've moved into the dorms and already, everyone felt more comfortable with each other. "Yes, a picnic."

Sato gently shoved the two out from the elevator with a large grin. "That sounds great. I can have you all try this new cheesecake recipe I found!"

"Should we talk to Sensei first about this?" Iida interrupted.

Uraraka shrugged. "Do we need to get anything from outside the school? I mean, it is our dorm's courtyard. I doubt Aizawa-sensei is going to mind that we're doing a picnic out there. It's just us."

Tokoyami took a step forward. "I shall find out. Does anyone have plans to get things outside the dorm?"

Miyuki raised her hand. "We're low on drinks, so I planned to go out and buy some sodas. Do we have any games to play on the courtyard?"

"I've got a basketball in my room," Shoji commented.

"Yeah, a game of b-ball!" Sero grinned.

Tokoyami nodded. "I'll ask if there are any other equipment to borrow to use in the courtyard."

"Yay!" Hagakure cheered.

Miyuki huffed as she settled the bags of sodas in her hands outside the convenience store.

"Need a hand?"

Her body lurched upwards in fright.

"Woah, didn't mean to startle you that badly," the voice continued.

She swiveled to the side where Dabi calmly stood, a rueful grin in place. She stood still for a moment before a tentative smile grew on her face. "Hey."

"Hey," he repeated.

"Um, I don't know where to go with this," Miyuki admitted after a moment of silence.

Dabi rolled his eyes, outstretching a hand to grab a bag from her. "Yeah, you're not the only one. Years of ideas and plans down the drain."

"i don't think I should apologize, but I also feel like I should," Miyuki said as they began walking towards U.A. "Is it . . . safe for you to be here? Out in the open?"

Dabi shrugged. "I doubt it. It would be even more suspicious for a burnt man to lead a teenage girl into a back alley way."

Miyuki huffed. "I mean, it doesn't have to be an alley way. We could've just met at, like, a cafe or something. Even inside the store would've worked."

"Too late," Dabi replied.

"We've got around fifteen minutes of walking until we're probably too close to U.A. for you to stick around. What is . . . I don't know, why now?"

"I've had years of planning all go down the drain. I'm just acting on spontaneity now," Dabi remarked.

"Wild Fire, why is it you became a villain?" Miyuki asked. "You're open to hearing other opinions. Even though you joined the League of Villains, you still had a plan to minimize the Summer Camp event. You don't really seem to have this . . . I guess anger or intention to really want to change the world or society. You don't really even seem to be running from something?"

"I'm a spiteful and petty guy," Dabi answered. "I've got it out for someone."

"Endeavor, I'm assuming," Miyuki responded. "Just . . . why?"

Dabi remained quiet.

Miyuki took that as a cue to curb away from that subject. "What exactly happened with the League of Villains?"

He shrugged. "No idea. Used an old contact to get away and find a safe house. I'm not exactly in the . . . scene of things to put it plainly."

"Are you no longer going to be doing criminal activity?"

"Not entirely. No one really escapes it when they go into it. Besides, I doubt I'd ever get out, not since I've killed a few people," Dabi said.

Miyuki took a step away.

"Yeah, expected that."

"Sorry," Miyuki looked to the side.

"Don't be; it's a natural reaction," Dabi stated. "I'd question you more if you hadn't moved away."

"Um, well, are you going to keep on doing it?"

Dabi snorted. "You mean the killing or the villainy? Well, they go hand-in-hand anyway. I'm not gonna actively look for or do it. I'm just wandering at this point."

"I mean, there is villain rehabilitation," Miyuki noted.

He snorted again. "Yeah, rehabilitate."

Miyuki winced in sympathy. "Yeah, that's mostly for petty criminals and pretty discriminative. It's essentially operated by the Hero Commission, and we both know how I feel about that."

"They don't even rehabilitate. It's just being an unpaid hero for the Hero Commission sent on suicide missions," Dabi remarked.

"I can't really ask a hero," Miyuki continued. "Oh, well . . . Actually . . . "

Dabi gave her a blank look. "Are you an idiot? You'd be branded with a traitor stamp and sent to juvie."

"No, I have an idea. I'll see what happens in the underground community," Miyuki replied.

"Quick Hands, what about the underground community would I not be able to find myself?" Dabi rolled his eyes. "I'm literally a part of the underground."

"I mean, true, but you're part of the villain-side. It's not like you know how underground heroes operate and work around the underground. Like someone would let you get information like that without a huge price," Miyuki responded.

"Fair point."

"Just keep laying low for a while," Miyuki said. "Who knows. Maybe some underground heroes are rehabilitated villains."

Dabi stopped. "That . . . would actually make sense." He handed her back the bag of sodas. "We're nearly there. Have fun."

"Thanks, Wild Fire," Miyuki responded. "Be safe?"

He gave her a salute as he continued to walk.

"Miyu-chan?"

Miyuki turned and smiled. "Mino-kun!"

"Who was that?" Minoru asked.

"Just a friend," Miyuki answered.

He rose a brow. "Just a friend?"

Miyuki laughed. "Yes, just a friend."

"I've never seen him before, and he looks too old to be in high school," Minoru remarked. "Miyu-chan . . . did you find a sugar daddy?"

Miyuki sputtered, keeping a tight hold on the sodas so they wouldn't fall as she burst into laughter. "No! Oh Kami, Mino-kun! No way!"

Minoru sighed in relief. "Good, I don't know how I'd even tell Uncle and Auntie." He gave a full-body scan. "How . . . How have you been?"

"Still a little banged up, but I'm fine otherwise," Miyuki answered. She ran to him when she noticed tears began pooling in his eyes. "Mino-kun?"

"Miyu-chan, you were kidnapped!" Minoru wailed.

Miyuki quickly set down the sodas to wrap her arms around him. "Shh, Mino-kun, it's alright. I'm alright."

"I was so scared," Minoru cried. "I didn't know what would happen to you. I didn't understand why they would target you. I didn't know if you were ever going to come back. I was so scared. I wasn't even anywhere near you to help or protect you. I didn't even know you were kidnapped until an hour after."

"Mino-kun, I'm alright," Miyuki assured him.

"B-But, you were hurt, and even Saitama was mad! No one knew where you were being held and suddenly you appeared where that huge villain came from. How could I not worry? I don't even want to think about what could've happened to you in just the day you were gone," Minoru continued.

"Trust me, nothing horrible happened."

"You say nothing horrible, but that just means something bad did happen," Minoru shook his head, clutching her tighter. "And that also means that this can happen again. And then something horrible could happen."

Miyuki brushed her hand up and down his back. "Mino-kun . . . it's true that it could happen again. But, that just means we have to fight tooth and nail to try to make sure it doesn't. There's not much more we can do. We're going to become heroes. Even if we weren't, it's just something that can happen to anyone."

"I realize," Minoru sniffled, "but I hated feeling helpless, just waiting around for a group of heroes to find you. I'm your childhood friend; I should've been there."

"No, Mino-kun, that isn't your responsibility," Miyuki noted.

"I'm your friend!"

"Yeah, and as much as I would want you to come find me, but if anything ever happened to you while trying to find me," Miyuki harshly whispered, "I don't know how I would feel if . . . if I indirectly caused you to get hurt trying to rescue me."

"We're each other's heroes," Minoru said. "So we protect each other even if we get hurt."

"I guess there's no way to get out of getting hurt," Miyuki laughed with a wetness in her throat.

Minoru laughed as well. "Well, we can try."

Miyuki tightened her hold before slowly relaxing. "Feeling better?"

Minoru nodded, shoving his face into his sleeve to wipe away the tears.

"Do you wanna join us? Everyone in 1-A is doing a picnic," Miyuki offered.

He shook his head. "I think I'm gonna go train a bit."

Miyuki smiled. "Pace yourself, don't push yourself."

"Have fun at your picnic," Minoru wobbly smiled.

"Have fun training," Miyuki replied before grabbing the bags once more, waving, and heading towards the 1-A dorms.

All in all, it was a fun picnic. Kaminari and Mina had began a game of basketball with Sero, Kirishima, Bakugo, and Shoji, looping around one another and traveling with the ball with frustration as Shoji was the perfect defence player. They even roped Midoriya and Iida to join them, though, that was more of Bakugo's influence than anyone else's. Sato and Ojiro were taking the time to nap, lying on the blankets they spread on the floor, absorbing the warm rays of the spring sun. Tokoyami was sitting beside him, languidly reading through a new book in his lap as Dark Shadow flipped the pages for him. Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Hagakure, and Asui were eating the cheesecake and chatting with one another. Aoyama was casually eating some eclairs with the girls, popping into the discussion every once in a while, but otherwise enjoying his treat. Miyuki, well, she was casually blowing some bubbles, watching them shimmer and disappear into the distance. It was therapeutic to her.

Unfortunately, the picnic soon came to an end as the sun began to set and their curfew was approaching. Miyuki watched the last of the bubble float and pop as it glinted off the last of the sun's rays before turning to follow the rest inside.

"Oi, otaku, why the hell were you so quiet?"

She shrugged as Bakugo huffed to move in front of her, hands shoved into his pockets.

"You're the one who suggested this dumb thing but you butted out of it," Bakugo continued.

"It was meant to be relaxing. I found blowing bubbles relaxing," Miyuki replied.

He rolled his eyes. "You're such a kid, otaku."

"We all are," Miyuki closed her eyes, taking slower steps. "Well, we should be at least . . . Bakugo, how have you been?"

"Fine, otaku," Bakugo scowled.

"Really?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" he snarled.

Miyuki just felt . . . tired. After all that had happened today, she just felt tired. She gave a noncommittal hum, and that was that.

"Alright, Watanabe, let's start off with how are you?" the therapist began, starting their third session together.

"I'm drowning," Miyuki confessed.

The therapist nodded and calmly motioned for her to continue.

"I just want to fix everything. I want to help everyone. I want to solve their problems. When I fail or that I see it's not helping them, I feel like it's my fault. I feel like I'm not doing enough to help them. I feel like I've half-heartedly given them some aid and then left them squandering. I just want to help them feel better, be better," Miyuki continued.

"Watanabe, that's normal," the therapist responded. "It also is a lot for you to handle, though. You may be a hero in training, but you're still developing and learning. You don't have to be able to solve everyone's problems."

"I just want them to become better, to change for the better," Miyuki persisted.

"Let's point out what you told me happened with Iida. You pushed and persisted, but nothing happened in the end, right? He still went to Hosu, still got caught up with Stain, and still ended up injured in the end. What about the League of Villains? You attempted to understand them, tried to persuade them to see differently, and nothing changed. Watanabe, words are a powerful tool, but they both take time to have effect and can change nothing at all. Some people can't or won't be changed with words alone," the therapist revealed.

"I know that," Miyuki whispered.

"Logically, you do, but mentally, you don't want to," the therapist shook her head. "It's good that you're talking and communicating firstly rather than giving in to impulsive violence. However, you also need to worry about your own safety and mental health. Some people don't want to talk about their problems and find other outlets to help. Talking can help a lot of people, but it doesn't help the same way to everyone. You have to take time to realize that you're not responsible for everyone and their actions - not even as a hero. That's not your fault. Their actions do not fall onto your shoulders. As much as you may have influence, that does not lie on your shoulders. There is only so much we can do as people to influence others before they either block us out or grow stronger."

Miyuki curled into a ball. "That doesn't mean I don't feel responsible though."

"And that's not ever going to really go away, and that's okay. It's good to help, but you also need to help yourself. As you told me, you're drowning. That's not how you should feel when helping others, not constantly, at least. There can be times when you feel like you are drowning, but that should not always be there. You should be able to give yourself air and breathe," the therapist said. "It's about taking a step back and taking care of yourself before diving back in. In any profession, there's always a need for people to step back from their responsibilities and focus on themselves because if you don't, it just becomes a cycle that drags you under."

"But helping is all I've wanted to do. It feels good to help people; I feel good helping people. Becoming a hero was just a step to do it," Miyuki stated. "It makes me feel better when I help people."

"That just means that you're a good person and want to help. But, it also implies that you've grown dependent on other people and their validation to fuel your own," the therapist confessed. "You may not care about their opinion of you, but you still do care about them enough that they validate you."

Miyuki frowned. "Am I helping people because I want to and it makes me feel good or because other people see mea s a kind person and are willing to approach me for being so?"

"It can honestly be a mix of both," the therapist answered.

"I feel like it's both," Miyuki closed her eyes.

"Even so, take care of yourself," the therapist persisted. "You don't have to be the voice of reason or the adult in every situation. You can lash out, give out, or be carefree. You're a teenager as well. You have room to develop and grow, to feel and express. You should feel validated to feel what you want to feel and not by others. If you feel happy helping others, feel happy helping others. But don't let that turn into feeling validated because of others. Feel validated because it's confirming to you that you're a good person, that you're strong enough to help another person. Feel validated because you are living your life as you want it and not how other people want it."

Miyuki took a deep breath. "I'm allowed to feel how I feel."

"Of course," the therapist nodded. "All people are allowed to feel how they feel emotionally. If you feel sad, then you feel sad. If you feel happy, then you feel happy. If you feel angry, then you feel angry. It's how we deal with these emotions outside of us that it begins to affect more than just us. It's when you push how you feel onto others forcefully when they don't want to hear or feel it that it becomes more than just about you being allowed to feel how you feel but about you pushing your feelings onto others when maybe they can't even deal with their own. It's like a string on a kite. You can release it as high as you want to fly freely in the sky, but it still has a limit to ensure it does not collide with other kites or force others to fall down. You are validated in what you feel, but that doesn't mean you can push it onto others."

"I can't change everyone," Miyuki repeated. "I can only do so much. I shouldn't feel responsible for everything, because not everything is my fault. It's okay for me to feel the way I feel; it's more about when I impede on other's being able to do the same that means I'm going out of my way to force others. Okay, okay."

"Feel a bit better? A bit more light-hearted?"

Miyuki slowly smiled. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Was there anything else you'd like to vent in this session?"

"No. No, this is enough for today. I'll be back again, though, probably," Miyuki professed.

"I'm here to help you feel better," the therapist smiled. "Come as often as you feel like you need to."

"Thank you," Miyuki bowed.