So you may have all noticed that posting of these chapters has slowed sown. I'm just going through a thing atm, nothing serious, it's just taking away from my writing time and energy. As such, chapters may be few and far between until the problem is sorted. Sorry about this.

Himiko stared at the wall as she listened to the loud noises coming from the dorm common room, the happy shouting making her smile slightly. That meant Izuku was back and was probably the cause of the shouting.

"Are you okay?" Himiko jumped slightly at the words, looking up at her best friend as the bat girl sat down beside her.

Pipi had visited her everyday since the fight on television, comforting Himiko and helping her relax. It had been a shock when Izuku had fallen over after stabbing the Villain with a quirk she didn't recognise. It had been even more terrifying when the Villain had suddenly exploded, morphing into a massive blob of twisted flesh, beams of energy, fire, ice and electricity shooting out of him and destroying what was left of the nearby buildings. The only thing Himiko could think of at that time had been Izuku, lying unconscious on the floor as the creature raged.

The relief she'd felt after seeing All Might appear at the edge of the destruction, a small form clasped in his arms, handing the familiar head of green hair over to the paramedics before jumping back into the fray. It had almost made her lose herself in her relief.

"I want to see him," the blond muttered, "But he's busy with his friends."

"That doesn't mean you can't," Pipi hummed, patting the girl on the shoulder, "I mean, you already met some of them, and you're doing a lot better than you were before."

"I…I'm scared…" Himiko muttered, "What if they don't like me? What if they think my quirk is gross?"

"Then they'd have to think my quirk is gross too," Pipi huffed, puffing out her chest as Himiko looked at her, the blond snorting in laughter as she looked at the bat girl.

"They could never do that!" Himiko giggled, "You're too cute!"

"Not everyone thinks that," Pipi sighed, looking away for a moment before turning back to her friend, a smile back on her face, "Anyway, you said you wanted to see him? So, let's go and see him!"

Himiko didn't have time to reacted as Pipi grabbed her arm, pulling her off the floor and dragging her towards the door.

The shouting eventually died down as Izuku talked enthusiastically to his mom, almost bouncing in his wheelchair as he gripped Mina's hand, refusing to let go. Several of the other students quickly held out their own hands, letting him hold them tightly, a wide grin on his face.

"Izu-kun?"

The unfamiliar voice made the room fall silent, everyone turning to see the blond hiding behind the much shorter bat girl, her hair pulled up into two neat buns on the sides of her head.

"Izu-kun," Himiko repeated, "You're back."

"I am, Himi-chi!" Izuku said happily, "How have you been?"

"B…Baka!" the girl shouted as she suddenly charged forwards, launching herself into his chest and almost knocking him out of his chair, "Baka! Baka baka baka! Do you know how scared I was?! I thought you weren't going to come back!"

"I'm sorry, Himi-chi," Izuku cooed as he gently rubbed her head, smoothing down her hair as she cried into his chest, "But it's okay! I'm back now."

Himiko lifted herself up, staring at him intently for a moment. His deep emerald eyes looked into her soft honey-coloured ones, still dripping tears as she leaned forwards. The kiss sent tingles up her spine, making her moan slightly as she pressed her lips against his. Izuku reciprocated, slipping an arm around her to pull her closer, the girl only too happy to let him. They broke the kiss, Himiko still crying slightly as she sniffed, wiping her eyes and nose on her sleeve.

"I'm happy you're back," she muttered, resting her head against his shoulder as she slipped into his lap, being able to touch, smell, taste him for the first what felt like an eternity.

"Uhm, Izuku," the pink-skinned girl that had been standing beside her Izuku this whole time said slowly, "Who is this?"

"This is Himi-chi," Izuku said, pulling her closer into his lap with his free hand, "She's my…well, I guess she's like you, Mina."

"Wait…what?!" the other students shouted, making Himiko tense as she suddenly realised the number of people staring at her.

"Yeah, she's also my girlfriend," Izuku nodded self-assuredly.

"I am?" the blond blinked as she looked up at him.

"Yeah, why? Don't you want to be?" Izuku asked, Himiko shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"No, I want to be! I want to be your girlfriend!"

"Aw," the students turned to look at Momo as she pressed her hands to her lips, smiling behind them as she watched the scene.

"Is…is this okay?" Neito muttered to Kendo, the red head just sighing as she turned to Momo.

"Yaoyorozu," she said, "Do you have time to explain what you told us at the camp to this idiot?"

"Oh!" the girl said enthusiastically, "Of course!"

"Hey!" Neito grumbled, "I'm not an idiot!"

Shota sighed as he went through the paperwork on his desk for what felt like the fiftieth time that night. If he thought sorting the paperwork for six students entering the dorms was a headache, sorting out the other thirteen, plus a transfer, was something else entirely.

"You okay over there, Eraser?" Kan called from his desk across the room, "We're both in the same predicament right now, so you can talk to me if you need to."

"Hmmph," Shota grunted, going back to his work, and making sure that everything was finalised and that they had all the appropriate signatures.

It had been surprisingly easy to convince most of the parents to allow their children to move into the dorms, most seeming quite eager at the prospect, in fact. Maybe it was because they believed that UA would be able to better protect them. Not that they had been doing a stellar job up until this point. But the students had been equally as keen, if not more.

"Hey Shota!" Hizashi shouted as he strode into the room, a bright smile on his face as he grinned at the scowling man, "You done yet? We're going to be late otherwise!"

"Late?" Kan hummed, a slight grin on his face as he looked at the two men, "You have something special planned?"

"Oh yeah!" Hizashi said excitedly, "We're going to dinner! Just me and my favourite Underground softy!"

"Hizashi," Shota growled as he stacked the last of the forms, shuffling them into a neat pile and placing them in a drawer, "Enough. I'm done. Let's just get going."

"Of course!" Hizashi laughed as the two walked out of the room, Kan just grinning after them the entire time.

"Well then," Nedzu hummed as he sipped at his tea, looking at the two green haired individuals in front of him, "I am glad to see that Midoriya-kun is doing so well!"

"Yes sir!" Izuku said happily, "I'm getting stronger every day!"

"Excellent! That means that you should be able to join your class for Basic Heroics sooner than anticipated!" the man laughed, "Maybe even the Provisional License Exams."

"The Provisional License Exams?" the two Midoriya's gasped, looking at each other, Izuku bouncing excitedly in his seat, "Does that mean…?"

"Why yes, your whole class is going to be allowed to go attend the exam that takes place at the start of the next term," Nedzu laughed, "I do hope you're ready by then, Midoriya-kun."

"I will be, sir!" Izuku said proudly, flexing his arms as Inko giggled.

"Good, good!" Nedzu laughed along, "And tell me, how are your relationships with Miss Ashido and Miss Toga panning out?"

"Great! They get along really well!" Izuku said happily, blushing slightly at the thought of his two girlfriends, "I'm really happy that they do."

"That's excellent," Nedzu hummed, turning to Inko, "And you, Midoriya-san? How is Miss Toga doing in your care?"

"Oh, marvellous!" Inko said proudly, "Ever since she started talking with Kayama-san she's been so much more open and happy! It's a great change!"

"Excellent, excellent! Well, now that that is out of the way," Nedzu said, leaning in as he grinned manically at them, "With the arrival of the rest of your class to the dorms, I do believe it may be time for us to…relieve a certain family of their youngest daughter. Do you not agree?"

She stared at the ends of her fingers; nails bitten down to the quick, the surface ridged and cracked, the skin around her cuticles flaky and pale. She chewed on a piece of her own hair, swallowing a bit as she continued to stare at her fingers. Mama didn't like it when she chewed hair, whether it was hers or other peoples. Especially if it was other peoples. But she couldn't help herself.

"Ojoko!" the shout made her start, spitting the hair out of her mouth and brushing it behind her ear, trying to pretend that she hadn't just been doing something wrong, "Ojoko! Come here! It's time for your medicine!"

Ojoko shuddered, she hated taking the medicine. The pills were big and dry, and often got stuck in her throat. But she had to take them. Papa said it was to help her, and she believed her Papa. She was a good girl.

"Is Sis coming back today?" she asked as she was handed the pill and a glass of water, watching as her mother tensed at the mention of the older Toga sibling.

"You should forget about her, Ojoko," her mother all but growled, turning away from the child, "She's not a member of our family anymore."

"But I miss her," Ojoko muttered, flinching as her mother spun on her heel to face her.

"I said forget about her!" the woman shouted, tears pricking Ojoko's eyes as she looked up at the older woman, who immediately started cooing, "Oh sweety, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout."

Ojoko sniffed as her mother leaned over and hugged her, squeezing the girl a little too tightly for her liking. She knelt on the floor in front of Ojoko, whispering quiet platitudes as she ran her fingers through the thin and brittle hair, several streaks of grey already visible through the blond.

"Oh, my beautiful little girl," the woman sighed, "I'm so sorry. Now take your medicine."

Ojoko nodded, putting the pill in her mouth, and swallowing it with a large gulp of water, coughing slightly as it almost got stuck. Her mother continued to stroke her head as she did this, her hand pausing for a moment as she brought it down to the side of her daughter's head.

"Ojoko," the woman said, her voice once again stern, "Have you been chewing your hair again?"

"N-no, Mama," the girl lied, already knowing what was coming, "I promise."

"Are you lying to me?"

"No."

"Then why is your hair wet?"

Ojoko froze, eyes wide as she felt her mother pull the lock of hair she'd been chewing from behind her ear, squeezing the tip tightly between her fingers.

"Ojoko."

"Y-yes, Mama?"

"You know the punishment for chewing hair."

"Y-yes Mama," the girl wanted to cry. She wanted to pull her hair free and run. Her parents never hit her, they would never, Ojoko knew that.

"Go to your room."

"Yes Mama."

"And no supper tonight. Not until you learn not to chew your hair!"

"Yes Mama," the girl nodded as she walked out of the kitchen, her stomach growling as she walked up the stairs to her room.

She paused as she passed by another door. The door to her sister's old room. Sometimes, when she was being punished, Ojoko would sneak inside the room and look at all the things her sister had left behind. She pushed open the door, ready to see the familiar room again.

She froze.

It was empty. Completely empty. Not even a bed was left in the room.

Ojoko felt hot tears begin to pour down her face as she turned away, slowly making her way to her own bedroom.