Amaya had been antsy all morning, her ears wouldn't stop twitching and her chewed up lip bled at least three times since she entered the building. First she had woken up in a cold sweat from her nightmare and couldn't fall into a proper sleep after that. She had checked on Aizawa just to make sure he was alright and then proceeded to lay in bed until her alarm went off.

"I really should tell Aizawa about these night terrors... But maybe after all this crap is over with."

And by crap she meant the fact that after classes she'd begin her quirk training and that terrified her. She hadn't used her quirk since she was 11 and using it at the USJ only proved she still didn't have a grasp on it. If it weren't for the Nomu, who knows what Amaya's inner beast would have attacked. It's horrifying to know that if her beast becomes pissed enough it will hurt anyone and everyone.

"Give me some credit I know not to hurt your precious classmates, and Aizawa doesn't suck so I wouldn't hurt him either."

"Yes, you say that but that's only because you have someone to let your anger out on. At the sports festival you might hurt the students! Plus, you never hold back with the poison and that could kill somebody."

"Ugh who cares? That granny will just kiss them all better. So, what if some of them pass out? My job is to protect me, and I have to protect you to do that. So, I don't give a shit about hurting anyone else."

"And that's why I can't afford to let you out!"

Growling under her breath Amaya rested her head on her desk feeling crazy again.

Why did she have to have an inner beast in her, one that actually spoke to her and made her seem delusional?

For once she wished she really was just a cat girl. That seemed so much easier than this annoying quirk.

"Amaya-chan are you alright? You've seemed preoccupied with your thoughts today," Midoriya softly called out, standing near the petite teen who only now realized it was time for lunch.

Surprised, she sat up and started collecting her things, shaking her head.

"I'm fine Midoriya. Just tired. You shouldn't worry about me," she huffed, mind still cloudy, missing Midoriya's concerned gaze.

"Well I hope you get enough rest tonight then. Also, why wouldn't I worry about my friends?" he asked, staring at her with those big green eyes of his.

"I swear that look should be illegal. He's too adorable sometimes."

Blushing, she sighed and gave a small grin back to him. "You're right. T-thank you. But I promise I'm okay. I have to go now since I'll be making the person, I have lunch with wait."

Midoriya's face slightly fell and his chest felt heavier than before. Amaya wouldn't have lunch with them. Again. She noticed his sad demeanor and felt guilty that she had rejected his offer once again.

"I'll ask them today about eating with you guys in the future. Until then maybe we could train together? You seem very dedicated and are pretty fit so if it doesn't bother you, we could work out together. Unless you don't want to because I know that with the sports festival everyone kind of wants to do their own thing and—"

Soft chuckling stopped Amaya's rant and searing heat rushed to her face. Looking up slightly, Midoriya was smiling at her and nodding, his eyes sparkling. A tingling sensation ran through her at his smile and Amaya quickly looked away, hoping to stop feeling weird. Amaya bit her lip, embarrassed at her rambling.

"You're lucky I can't poison you… Disgusting."

"It's his fault! I got that from him!"

Wanting to get out of there as soon as possible she quickly bid goodbye and headed towards the doors, walking to the abandoned classroom.

Entering she was relieved to see Shinso in his usual spot. She was glad that he still wanted to have lunch with her even though he declared war on her class yesterday.

"What's with the face? This is where I like to eat, nothing's going to change that," he explained, voice gruff but his face had a small tint of pink on his cheeks. Amaya smiled and sat down in her usual desk, taking out her bento.

"I didn't mean to make a face. I'm just glad to see you here again," she confessed, her face flaming once again.

"Seriously why am I blushing so much today! What the hell is wrong with me?!"

"Whatever it is its gross. Stop it."

"I actually thought you wouldn't show up today after yesterday," Shinso called out, avoiding Amaya's gold eyes. She looked at him for a few seconds before a smile crept up.

"This is where I like to eat. Nothing's going to change that."

Shinso blushed but chuckled at her words. He didn't understand why everyone was so scared of this girl. She was pretty cool under that bored exterior of hers.

"I'm not going to pry because it's none of my business but whatever your quirk is you better not hold back. After a declaration like that I expect you to make it to the finals and win. I know you deserve to be in the hero course," Amaya admitted, giving Shinso a thumbs up and the best encouraging smile she could manage.

Shinso felt shock enter his system.

She really wanted him to win?

Would she still feel that way if she knew what his quirk was?

Watching her take small bites of her lunch he remembered their conversation yesterday. She was scared of her own quirk and was used to people thinking she was a villain even before that. If anyone knew how Shinso felt it was her. Smirking he reached over and flicked her forehead, enjoying the cute scowl that appeared on her face.

"Alright. But you better make it to the finals. It wouldn't be any fun if I couldn't kick your ass too."

Eyes lit with fire; Amaya smirked.

"Deal."

She was calmly walking to Aizawa's office now that the day was over. Eating with Shinso raised Amaya's mood and she felt lighter the rest of the day. She remembered that she forgot to mention to Shinso about eating with Midoriya once again. However, she thought that was fine since she got to talk with Midoriya afterwards. They even drew up a schedule so that she'd train with Midoriya for strength, Iida for speed and Uraraka for endurance.

Amaya never had friends before. As a child all she had was Kou, and then after the incident she only had herself to rely on. She'd always trained alone, and it felt strange but nice to have friends to actually train with now.

"You're an idiot for getting attached. Remember, they don't truly know what your quirk entails. Meaning they don't know about me. Will they really want to be friends with you once they meet me?"

"They'll never meet you so that shouldn't be a problem. If they can get over the fact that I'm a Hitachi and that I kept my quirk hidden, then they won't leave me."

"That's what you think. Don't cry when this all blows up in your face and you're all alone again."

Amaya frowned, hating how her inner beast could dampen her mood so quickly.

But was it right?

Was Amaya getting too attached?

She already admitted to loving and caring for Aizawa which was a risk all on its own.

Could she really have friends now?

Did someone like her even deserve it?

Before her mind could enter a dark place, Amaya was slammed into a wall, someone grasping her shoulders tightly.

Instinctively Amaya brought up her hand to claw at the person, annoyed she didn't notice them in the first place, but they sprayed something that made her head feel fuzzy and slowed her actions.

"What is this?"

"Shit. I think this is catnip."

Amaya's body sagged and if it wasn't for the person's bruising grip on her shoulders she'd drop to the floor. Eyes glazing over Amaya felt like giggling. So, she did, mind light and breezy even though her body felt like stone. She was getting drunk off this smell and her head started swaying.

"Listen clearly Hitachi. If you hurt any of our classmates during the sports festival, I will destroy you. I'm smarter than you and if I can incapacitate you now imagine in the arena. I will not let a villain like you tarnish this school's reputation or hurt my fellow students. Understand," Yaoyorozu threatened, her hardened eyes glaring into Amaya's glassy gold ones, her hand pressing into Amaya's shock collar.

Amaya couldn't nod even if she wanted too. Her head lolled from side to side feeling too heavy for her to lift. Quiet giggles escaped her, and she couldn't form words if she tried. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

"You know she's pretty fucking dumb if she thinks we can respond in this state. Fucking catnip."

"Hmmmm I wanna sleep."

Knowing the cat girl couldn't respond, Yaoyorozu threw her to the ground by the collar, satisfied at hearing the small girl's head hit the floor. Hitachi wouldn't hurt anyone. Yaoyorozu would make sure of that. She threw the spray filled with liquid catnip away and escaped before anyone could see her.

Amaya felt like groaning and laughing. She knew her head hit the floor, but she was too drunk on the catnip to react. All she could do was stay on the ground and wait for the fumes to leave her system.

"I thought smelling catnip would've made me high and act crazy. It only works as a sedative if eaten."

"Bitch must've increased the nepetalactone. Or mixed it with something she knew would make us this drunk mess."

"I wonder how long she's been planning to threaten me like this. She waited until after I finished talking to Midoriya and followed me. She knew now was her best bet to get me because it's after school and almost no kids head in this direction. All the teachers are also either in the office or have gone home. If I hadn't spent so much time talking to Midoriya and his friends, she might have not been able to do this."

"Damn psycho. The hell did we do to her."

"Maybe just being a Hitachi is enough. Most people probably wish they could beat the shit out of me. I'm lucky this was just a threat."

The next ten minutes were spent with Amaya trying not to feel nauseous and pitiful attempts at standing. Every time she lifted her head, she felt woozy and all her limbs would tremble with the effort. Thankfully her mind started clearing up and she had better control with her body. Slowly getting to her feet she held onto the wall for support. After another few minutes Amaya was positive, she wouldn't collapse and kept walking until she entered Aizawa's office.

Aizawa was thankfully fast asleep in his yellow sleeping bag. He must've napped while waiting for her, increasing her guilt. Usually they walked separately to avoid stares but occasionally they walked together, especially now since the USJ event happened. Amaya knew that Aizawa would have no problems walking home by himself, but she felt better when she was with him. Besides today he had asked her to come to his office because they were supposed to work on her quirk.

"Damn. I momentarily forgot that's the reason I'm here."

"Why'd you get here so late kid? I thought you wanted to train," Aizawa's voice rang out, scaring Amaya.

Aizawa was now standing, still in his sleeping bag, and staring at Amaya with a mix of suspicion and concern.

Hand over her heart Amaya avoided his gaze, her head aching and skin burning from where Yaoyorozu gripped her. She couldn't tell Aizawa about that encounter.

Sighing she apologized and explained she took too much time making a training schedule with some of her classmates. Aizawa didn't seem fully convinced but let it go and gathered his belongings. She'd tell him if something was really wrong, right now he had to focus on helping her with her quirk.

The two made their way to a gym on the other side of the school, a place Amaya had never been to before. Looking at her surroundings Amaya was glad Aizawa was with her because she'd surely get lost trying to find her way back by herself.

Aizawa instructed Amaya to change in the locker room which she did, emerging with black yoga pants and a white t-shirt once she was finished. She wrapped her arms around herself, not used to exposing her wrists and hating the feeling.

Aizawa noticed and stepped close enough to gently move her hands down. He was decked out in his own training clothes, complete with grey sweats and a black tank top, his scarves around his neck as usual. It would have looked like a normal scene if his body wasn't still wrapped up in bandages.

"Wait I'm not going to fight you when you're still recovering!" Amaya exclaimed, surprised Aizawa would even suggest doing something like that.

Aizawa rolled his eyes. "Look kid, I can take you on no problem, but I know you won't fight back, and I really don't want to hear that old woman badgering me. I changed into something comfortable because I wanted to, actually I brought—"

"Me! Mei Hatsume at your service!" A short girl with salmon pink hair, styled into thick dreadlocks, suddenly appeared chest to chest with Amaya. She stuck her hand out in a form of greeting and Amaya immediately took a step back, uncomfortable with the lack of personal space. Hatsume didn't seem to mind, still smiling and staring at Amaya with crazed wonder.

"I'm from U.A.'s department of support and I think one of my babies is just perfect to help you with your quirk," Hatsume explained, gushing and spouting information on her said 'baby'.

Amaya was having a bit of trouble following because this girl did not seem to understand what space was, rubbing herself on Amaya's arm. If it weren't for her self-control Amaya would have started hissing. Thankfully Aizawa seemed to pick up on her discomfort and moved her near him.

"Right... Hatsume is one of the best in her year and she's agreed for us to use one of her inventions to help train your quirk. It's—"

"It's a simple bot coated with a special liquid I housed right here in the labs, so it won't rust or disintegrate as easily as other bots," Hatsume interrupted, stars in her eyes as she excitedly babbled, taking out a cylindrical metal device from her backpack.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his bandaged hand over his temples, also seeming to get fed up with this girl's energy.

"Just hit that thing with as much poison as your body can handle. It's going to calculate how fast your miasma works on a non-living material and estimate the potential damage it can do on an average adult male. Once it collects its data then we'll see the results and from there I'll be able to see what we should work on regarding your quirk," Aizawa instructed, taking the device out of Hatsume's hands and placing it on the floor in front of Amaya.

The two moved away from the cat-girl, with Hatsume impatiently watching to see her inventions at work.

Amaya glanced at the two wearily.

Was she really about to do this?

"It's okay…. I-I can handle this. You won't be able to take control if I'm only using 50%."

"Hmmm are you sure? It's been a while and last time I came out no problem."

"That was different, we were in a highly stressful situation. This will just be like when Mom and Da—"

Amaya stood rigid. Her hands began to shake.

"What's wrong bitch? Sad thinking about dear old mommy and daddy?"

Amaya grit her teeth and stuck her claws into her arms, drawing blood. She needed to get a grip and not think about them.

"Kid are you okay?" Aizawa asked, concern spurring out as he watched the small teen bleed. He went to reach out when she stuck her hand out.

"No. I can do this. Just...Just give me a second," Amaya panted, cold sweat forming on her forehead. She looked paler than usual and her skin felt clammy.

"Get a grip! I can do this. I don't care about them and I can control myself. It's my body and my quirk!"

Not letting her beast get a word in she bit at her tattoo and watched as blood leaked out. Stomach dropping Amaya felt her skin opening and could see her purple mist coming out.

Aizawa watched with interest as the small cat girl's body began transforming. Her pale arms were filled with dark black veins popping out and her eyes were solid white. The air around her changed into something more sinister and purple tendrils surrounded her.

Amaya took a breath, feeling her conscious slip the tiniest bit.

"No! Only 50%. I can do this."

"But it's so much more fun when I take over."

Amaya bit her lip and focused her attention on the device. Concentrating she released her tendrils on it, shooting only half of her poison into it. The device took a few seconds before it began to rust but it didn't disintegrate. It seemed like Hatsume's liquid really was effective.

It only took about 3 minutes before the device beeped and Amaya took her tendrils back, sweat pouring down her forehead.

Hatsume rushed over, clearly not scared of Amaya or her quirk and began looking at her 'baby' with so much joy. Aizawa stepped closer, never taking his eyes off of Amaya and nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Good work kid now transform back so we can check out the results," Aizawa praised, waiting for Amaya to follow his orders.

She froze.

"Oh no. I'm such an idiot! I can't believe I didn't think of that!"

"Ha. You really are a dumbass. Don't you remember this was always what Ma and Pa made you work on. The reason that stupid seal exits on your wrist in the first place. You can't change back."

"Aizawa I-I can't change back. Please take Hatsume and leave!" Amaya ordered, wrapping her arms around herself, her tendrils copying her action.

Aizawa stayed still, watching her. He could easily erase her quirk, but this was part of her training. He needed to see if and how she turned her quirk off.

"I'm right here kid. But I want to see if you can do this by yourself first," he explained, not moving from his spot.

Amaya growled under her breath, the feeling of frustration entering her body. She shook her head, negative emotions would not help her, it only made things worse.

"Amaya you have to relax and take control! Be the dominant one in this relationship. If not then Yajū will put everyone in danger," an elegant voice instructed, the slender woman stared at Amaya impatiently.

Her small figure gave an intimidating aura, long black hair gracefully rested against her back and her piercing red eyes made Amaya feel guilty.

"I'm sorry Mama. It's just hard! I can't do it, every time I try and send it back, I think of things that anger me and lose control!"

Akane Hitachi stared hard at her seven year old, feeling anger begin to build up and light itself throughout her body. She took a deep breath trying to remain calm so as to not yell at Amaya; that never ended well. Breathe In. Breathe out. Scarlet eyes lit up.

"Amaya, darling, look at me."

Amaya hesitantly met her mother's gaze, the Yajū still in her and whispering awful things in her mind to try and take control. Amaya hated this kind of training, she wished she could have been training with Papa and Kou right now. Even just practicing her katana technique with uncle Chizome would've been better. Lately her parents had started separating their regimens and now Amaya was forced to work with her mother instead of both her parents. Mama wasn't patient like Papa.

"Good. Now focus. Breathe in. Breathe out," Akane commanded, her hard glare watching Amaya's little body twitch with dark miasma surrounding her.

Amaya tried to relax her mind.

Breath in.

'Like that's going to work.'

Breathe out.

'Still here idiot.'

Amaya clenched her jaw. Breathe in.

'Stupid, I'm never going to let you beat me. Your mommy is scared because not even she can control me. But she also knows you're weak without me.'

Screaming, Amaya couldn't take it anymore and felt rage spread throughout her tiny body. The tentacles exploded from Amaya's body, spiraling out of control and whipping anything and everything.

Akane sighed, disappointed. Amaya still had so much more training to do. At once she used her quirk to stop the blood in Amaya's body from reaching her brain.

Amaya knew she messed up, again, and felt that familiar dizzying sensation, black dots appearing in her vision. As she felt her legs give away that last thing, she saw was her mother's irritated and disappointed look as she fell onto the matted floor.

Amaya screamed in the present, white eyes filled with tears as she pulled on her dark hair. Her tail wrapped itself around her waist but that did nothing to comfort her, her agonizing yells never stopping. Her tendrils became a whirlwind of poison blocking her from sight.

Aizawa immediately used his quirk, rushing to the petite teen's side as she fell onto shaky knees. Her tendrils were gone but her mind was somewhere else and her screaming continued. Poor Mei backed away; eyes filled with terror.

Aizawa pulled her into a hug, tightening his arms around her even as she hissed and scratched him.

"You're okay kid. I'm here. I'm here," he gently repeated, squeezing her small body into his until her screaming dissipated, breath coming out more evenly.

Exhausted, Amaya fell onto Aizawa's chest, head laying on his shoulder as her eyes struggled to remain open.

"I tried to warn you..." she choked out.

"I'm a monster."

Amaya woke up in her own bed, Mochi cuddling her side. She coughed, her lungs aching and head pounding.

The door creaked open and her shoulders tensed, tail bristled until her gold eyes caught Aizawa's disheveled hair. She sat up, body calming down at the sight of her guardian.

"Hey kid. I was just checking up on you, glad to see you awake," he softly muttered, taking a seat at the foot of her bed.

Amaya did not respond, feeling shame and disgust spread inside her chest, goosebumps running across her body as she remembered what happened. She avoided eye contact, gripping the bed sheets in her shaky hands.

Aizawa noticed and started patting her head. Her grip let up a little, but she still wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Amaya."

The small teen lifted her head and stared at Aizawa in slight surprise. He usually called her Hitachi, though recently he has been calling her kid, but this was the first time he's ever said her name.

"Amaya. That is your name. So is Hitachi, but don't let that define you."

Amaya slowly nodded, understanding his words but not really believing them. She looked away from Aizawa, lips turned down at his words. Aizawa sighed before continuing, staring at the cat girl with sympathy.

"Look I will never be able to understand what you went through or know how you feel hearing that last name. But I can help you stop letting that overtake your life. Whether or not you hate the name Hitachi it's clear it affects you, focus on Amaya. Amaya means night rain. Let the name Amaya wash away everything else. The Amaya I know is a hero, someone truly good," Aizawa proudly announced, squeezing the girl's shoulder with a small smile decorating his face.

Tears welled up in Amaya's eyes and she brought up her own hand to squeeze Aizawa's in comfort. He was right. She had to stop letting the name Hitachi bring her down. Regardless of her family ties, she was still her own person. Aizawa was one of the first to recognize that but he wasn't the only one. Midoriya, Shinso, even Uraraka and Iida didn't just see Hitachi.

It was time for her to start realizing that herself.

She gave him a tiny smile and slowly nodded her head.

"Doesn't excuse the fact that your quirk is dangerous. Like me."

Amaya's smile dropped; her inner beast was right. She still had no control over her quirk and that made her more monstrous than her last name.

"Aizawa, that doesn't hide the fact that I can't control my quirk. If Hitachi isn't what makes people scared of me, my quirk will be."

Aizawa groaned and flicked her head, satisfied when he heard her small yelp.

"Where's that kid who was desperate to show the world she could be a hero? She wouldn't let something like this stop her. You don't have control over your quirk, so what. You're a first year, it's my job to help you with that. Even if your quirk is more destructive than others it can still be trained," Aizawa poked her head mid-sentence, "you just have to stop being scared."

Amaya rubbed at her forehead, feeling slight irritation but also a tinge of hope. Could she really train her quirk?

"Pft. Sure, when pigs fly brat. You know I'll never leave, so will you really ever be able to 'train' me?"

Amaya tugged at her ears. Aizawa was silently studying her and she wondered briefly if she should tell him about this demon inside of her. Aizawa obviously cared about her and had shown more than once that he didn't judge her, trusted her even. Maybe it was time for her to trust him too.

"You sure you want to expose me? What will you call me? Huh? You know what I am. I'm Yajū, but more importantly I'm the dark version of you."

Amaya resisted the urge to flinch, but the voice was right which pissed her off.

"Call me by what your mother did. Yajū. Or does that bring up some unwanted memories? Don't think I didn't notice that you stopped calling me that since the incident."

Amaya scowled and bit her lip in frustration. Aizawa stared in concern but she quickly shook her head.

"It's nothing Aizawa, just a headache," Amaya lied, feigning a pain by rubbing the back of her head and giving back a fake smile. Aizawa saw right through the smile but frowned at her pain and stood to retrieve some medicine.

"Take it easy kid, we're still going to practice your quirk so why don't you rest, okay?" He stopped by her door in case she wanted anything else, but at the shake of her head he continued on his way to fetch some pills for the pain. Amaya sighed and flopped back onto her bed.

Stupid Yajū. She could say its name, she just chose not to.

"Uh huh."

Ignoring it, she decided that perhaps now wasn't the time to tell Aizawa. If he didn't know that Yajū existed why bring it up? She would focus on learning how to deactivate her quirk without needing to pass out and that's all. If she only used half her poison, then there'd be no reason to worry about that demon.

With that in mind she let herself rest, ready to tackle these next two weeks.

The following days were filled with Amaya working her ass off. Her nightmares had thankfully subsided for the moment, but that was perhaps because she was pushing herself so much physically she just passed out when she got home, not giving her brain enough time to panic.

Amaya had been used to hard training regimens in the past but after a few years of having to do it alone she toned it down. With no one yelling at her she didn't feel the need to push herself like before. However, she quickly realized she needed to catch up to her classmates.

They were fucking crazy.

Amaya did not know what to expect when training with Midoriya. She knew he was passionate but damn, this kid was a beast. She felt as if her arms would fall off at any moment, and while she was grateful for the extra motivation, she dreaded training with him the most. It wasn't because of Midoriya; that cinnamon roll always brightened up her day, but the fact that they worked on her least favorite exercises—anything strength related.

He pushed her to new limits and never made fun of her noodle arms. She'd blush whenever he had to lift her up to reach the pull-up bar, but she knew he only did it to help. She also admitted to herself that seeing Midoriya in sleeveless shirts was definitely a perk.

Iida's exercises were more her style—structured and draining. Her legs ached but in the best way possible after running endless suicides. It was also fun seeing Iida act like a trainer. She got a kick out of seeing him turn red and sputter whenever she called him coach or sir. Amaya had slowly begun loosening up her walls with him and the teasing was just so natural she couldn't resist.

Endurance with Uraraka was by far the weirdest but most memorable workouts Amaya has ever been a part of. Uraraka would levitate Amaya for as long as she could while Amaya held weights. Uraraka's goal was always to push herself to not throw up for as long as possible. These workouts were mostly for Uraraka, but Amaya enjoyed helping her friend, it made her seem normal. It made her feel normal which she cherished, especially when Uraraka would smile so cheerfully and thank her.

After training with her friends Amaya would go and practice her quirk with Aizawa. Aizawa had wanted to teach Amaya more combat skills but after seeing Hatsume's device that showed that at half her power Amaya could kill the average man in exactly two minutes and 42 seconds... Well Aizawa hoped to train Amaya in using her quirk, but those numbers only confirmed to Amaya that her powers were far too dangerous to use on a student. Aizawa thought she could learn to use her miasma to knock out her opponents instead, his goal currently was to get Amaya to stop her quirk all on her own.

Amaya knew that this first obstacle would be nearly impossible to get over, it was too difficult, and the results remained stagnant. Each time Amaya entered that state she focused on keeping Yajū inside, blocking her mind from turning off her quirk. It annoyed her to no end and while Aizawa was very patient she knew he was becoming frustrated with her as well.

The screaming and crying didn't happen anymore, but she still couldn't do it. Aizawa had to use his quirk on her every time. Amaya knew she should tell Aizawa about Yajū but every time she tried her mouth would stop working. She'd always convince herself that she'd rather have him be frustrated with her than become scared of her.

Amaya felt the pressure of the sports festival looming ahead and honestly at this point she couldn't wait to get it over with. Everyone was on edge, hoping to get a good place in the festival to get internships.

Amaya knew no one would want to intern her, the daughter of two heinous villains. In fact, she prepared herself for the boos she knew were going to take place. The news was definitely against her being in the sports festival and with virtually nothing to look forward to, Amaya couldn't really feel that excited to participate.

The only reason why she was working so hard was because of the faith Aizawa placed in her and her promise to Shinso. She knew he would make it to the finals and so she had to too, for him. She had even asked him if he would train with her, but he politely denied, saying he preferred to train alone. Still their special lunches together remained, which kept her sane with all the drilling exercises she had to do every day. Shinso helped in his own way, bringing her snacks that would apparently help her build muscle, because he was worried, she'd 'break those twig arms' of hers'.

As the festival crept closer, Yaoyorozu's threat remained present in Amaya's mind. Amaya hoped to use the sports festival as a way to show the world that she wasn't her parents, but that seemed impossible. She just needed to get this over with. She knew that as long as she made it to the finals, she'd be satisfied with whatever place she got.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you all caught up! Happy Father's Day! I hope you all can spend a wonderful day with your paternal figures! Stay safe and enjoy today!