For the second time that day, Amaya woke up in the nurse's office feeling all kinds of soreness and aching.

However, this time someone was clutching her hand in a vice grip. She opened her bleary eyes to see familiar shaggy black hair and concerned onyx eyes staring at her form in surprise. Aizawa was hunched over, eyes raking over her body looking for any extra injuries.

"You had me worried for a bit there kid. How ya' feeling?"

Amaya sat up, with the help of Aizawa, and stared at him tiredly.

"I feel like shit, but I guess I'm okay," she explained, fighting off a yawn. Aizawa nodded, gently ruffling her hair.

"You did really good. I didn't expect you to use your quirk though…" he trailed off, inquiring about her last fight.

Amaya blushed, avoiding eye contact, looking at the suddenly interesting bed sheets.

"I-I know and I'm so sorry. I know it was dumb and reckless but Bakugo needed me to do that. Still I shouldn't have, especially since I can't even turn it off myself-"

"Kid relax. I trust you, if you used it, I know it was for a reason. Besides I could've stepped in if I needed too," Aizawa interrupted softly, squeezing Amaya's hand.

Amaya felt tears prick her eyes without warning, and suddenly hugged Aizawa hard. Aizawa stilled before hugging her back just as tight, feeling his heart warm, glad that she was safe. He mentally thanked the universe once again for allowing Amaya to be in his life.

Amaya pulled back, feeling her face heat up before she began sputtering, "I'm sorry I don't know why I hugged you, I don't even know why I'm acting so emotional right now, I just- I don't- ugh…"

Aizawa chuckled softly and bonked the girl on her head.

"Hey, only you can hug me okay? I don't mind, if I did you would know," he trailed off with the slightest blush on his own face, never having been so open with someone before, specifically a kid.

Still Aizawa couldn't forget how many times he wanted to stop the fights whenever he saw Amaya get hurt or the nasty words he had trapped in his head after seeing what Yaoyorozu had done to the small cat girl. He had to remind himself multiple times to stop playing favorites and that he was still a teacher.

Amaya smiled brightly, laughing at his comment, pleased that they both really did care for each other. Just being here with Aizawa right now felt amazing. He was so good to her, that she would go as far and say Aizawa was like a dad to her.

"Aww it's okay Yaya, I promise the thunder can't hurt us," Raion promised his little daughter, holding her trembling form close to him.

Amaya stared at him with wide eyes nodding, feeling safe in her father's arms.

"Daddy will always be here for you."

...

"Now Amaya this is how you hold a katana okay? Yes! You're so smart!" Her uncle complimented the four year-old Amaya who only struggled slightly to hold her sword.

"I'm really doing it Ojisan!"

"Haha of course. I'm your teacher and I'm the best. Aren't I your favorite uncle?"

"You're my only Ojisan silly," Amaya laughed, her uncle joining in too.

"Well then as your only uncle I promise to always be here for you. Blood is thicker than water."

…

"Amaya? Amaya? Are you okay? You spaced out for a bit, why don't you lie down and rest," Aizawa advised, gently pushing the dazed cat-girl into bed, interrupting her thoughts.

Amaya's throat felt constricted and she subconsciously tugged on her shock collar.

Why was she thinking of her family right now?

Her father was in prison, rightfully so, and her uncle disappeared after the Bloody Incident.

They left her.

All alone.

She didn't need them.

But you miss them.

Gritting her teeth, she looked away and locked eyes with a concerned Aizawa.

That's all she needed; Aizawa. He was her new family and he wouldn't leave her. He saved her.

Everyone will eventually leave you…

"Hey, did I sleep through the last match or can I still watch it?" Amaya abruptly asked.

Aizawa paused, noticing the panic swirling in her golden eyes. Just what was this girl thinking about?

"Sorry kid, Bakugo and Todoroki's match finished a little while ago, that's why I'm here with you right now. Actually, you got third place so if you're feeling up to it want to go and receive that medal?" Aizawa suggested, pride ringing out.

Amaya cracked a small smile, completely forgetting she had placed at all. She felt a little giddy and quickly got up, ignoring her pain. Aizawa laughed at her enthusiasm and helped lead the petite teen toward the arena.

As Amaya walked closer to the platform, she was surprised to hear feral growls and metal screeching coming out from the room. Aizawa merely continued walking, not even batting an eye to the strange noises. Amaya stared up at him in concern but he merely mumbled "Bakugo" and left to help with the ceremony.

Unsatisfied with that answer Amaya prepared herself for anything and walked into the room where Todoroki, Iida and Bakugo were in.

Amaya came to a screeching halt at the scene before her. Bakugo was fully restrained; his arms and hands were chained up, his body wrapped around a wooden log, locked to the podium with a muzzle to complete the look.

"BWAHAHA! THEY ACTUALLY CHAINED THE POMMERANIAN! Damn, maybe this school isn't bad after all."

Amaya understood how that could be a funny sight but the fact that U.A. had to restrain Bakugo to such a degree was concerning in various ways. Why was he freaking out if he won? Wasn't there a more humane way of dealing with his outburst.

"No one should be treated as an animal."

Frowning she walked up close to the angry boy, his shouts muffled, body slamming against the chains.

"Oh, would you lighten up, jeez you're so sensitive."

"Yes, because I was in this same position for a long period of time. Remember. I was eleven. I was chained for a month."

Yajū stayed quiet after that, which Amaya appreciated because she could now focus on Bakugo. He hadn't stopped struggling, in fact after he noticed she had entered he seemed to get even more pissed off. Amaya ignored that and stood face to face with him, well more like face to chest because of the height difference, but she didn't look away from his ruby eyes. They were filled with anger, but Amaya noticed frustration in them too, and even a bit of loathing. At himself or someone else, she couldn't tell.

Bakugo kept pushing against the metal. At this rate he was going to hurt himself and without thinking Amaya pressed her hand flat against his chest, near his heart, and lightly rubbed him. He paused, shocked at her actions, but Amaya didn't stop, hoping to relax him.

"I don't know why you're in here but don't hurt yourself. Even you aren't immune to getting cuts and burns."

Bakugo stayed silent, observing the cat girl when she was suddenly pulled away.

Amaya squeaked, surprised at having been moved and crashed into a hard chest. She looked into heterochromic eyes questionably, but Todoroki kept his face impassive.

"The ceremony is about to start, you should get into your spot," he quietly stated, changing his grip on her waist from rough to gentle, slowly pulling Amaya away.

Bakugo began growling as soon as that Half-and- Half Bastard came into view but seeing his hands on Hitachi just spiked his anger even more.

Amaya stared at Bakugo in concern. Did her attempt really piss him off this much? She wanted to help him, but it seemed like she only made things worse, noted by his muffled shouts.

Todoroki felt strange, his emotions were all over the place ever since his fight with Midoriya. Seeing Hitachi didn't help but watching her caress Bakugo just didn't sit well with him either. He didn't even realize he moved until his hands clasped the small girl's body.

Amaya blushed once she noticed where Todoroki's hands were, not having felt them before with her worry for Bakugo. She didn't even get to say anything because Todoroki left her on her platform and went towards his, the screen in front of them warning them to get ready.

There was a flash, then Amaya felt herself being lifted up, white smoke and confetti surrounding her. Her ears were filled with the cheers of the crowd, fireworks and Bakugo's wild thrashing.

Midnight's voice rang through all the noise, but Amaya couldn't focus on it, amazed that she was standing here right now. She really made it to third place, that was crazy.

Bakugo was in first and Todoroki was in second, Amaya wished she could've seen that battle. But as Amaya looked around, she noticed Iida wasn't here at all.

"In addition to Hitachi, there is also Iida in third place, but he left early for family reasons. Thank you for understanding!" Midnight explained, her tone slightly higher than usual.

Amaya frowned at that, hoping that Iida was alright. She looked into the crowd and easily spotted her class, Midoriya and Uraraka seemed preoccupied with their thoughts.

"I'm worried."

"When aren't you."

Amaya ignored Yajū's unhelpful comment, disliking the distressed face that Midoriya was currently portraying.

"Now we will award the medals!" Midnight cheered, fireworks going off with her words.

The crowd cheered loudly but even then; certain dialogues could still be heard.

"Does a villain like her really deserve such a medal?"

"I bet it's rigged."

"Shh! She might hear you and use her quirk."

Amaya flinched having forgotten where she was and tried to remain neutral. Of course, not everyone would be happy with her there, they would much rather see someone like Iida receive a medal. She did too but she'd inquire what happened to him after all this was done. She just had to ignore those dark voices and focus on the positives.

"The presentation of the medals will, of course, be by this man—"

Boisterous laughter filled the arena, everyone turned to see the huge silhouette of All Might standing at the top of the stadium.

"Our very own hero, All Might!"

"I have brought the medals here!" All Might shouted, his voice intermingling with Midnight's.

"Young Hit— I mean Amaya, congratulations," he cheerfully stated, pulling the petite teen into a bear hug. He lifted the poor girl up without meaning too, her little legs dangling. Although it looked like she was being crushed, Amaya only slightly struggled, not being able to properly hug back so instead she gripped onto his arms.

She felt her heart warm that he called her Amaya and was ready to pull back when he whispered in her ear.

"You showed everyone today that you are serious and will work hard to be a hero; this medal is proof. Never forget that."

Gold eyes wide, she nodded, trying not to tear up. All Might was proud of her; she didn't think her life could get better than this.

He moved on to Todoroki and congratulated him as well but what caught Amaya's attention were his next words.

"I assume there is a reason you did not use your left side in the final?"

Todoroki didn't use his fire when he fought with Bakugo? Is that why Bakugo is so pissed off? It made sense, it seemed that Yajū was right.

"I'm always right dumbass."

"There is still something that I must settle," Todoroki finished saying, breaking Amaya out of her thoughts.

He then turned briefly to look at her before focusing on the crowd. Amaya stayed quiet hoping he could 'settle' out his problems whatever they may be.

"Now then Young Bakugo, good job doing what you said you would during the player pledge!" All Might cheered, taking off the muffler, allowing Bakugo to speak.

"He really did place first like he promised."

"All Might… First place like this… is not worth anything!" Bakugo angrily shouted, his voice resonating throughout the arena. "Even if the world recognizes it, if I don't recognize it myself, then it's trash!"

Amaya felt her heart clench at his words, she really never did notice how much of a high standard Bakugo held himself too. He wasn't just all talk, this boy worked hard and wanted to be recognized for his achievements, not handouts. Bakugo might be narcissistic but he was also determined.

All Might struggled to place Bakugo's medal on but eventually managed and turned to the crowd.

"Well they were the winners this time! But listen here! Anyone here could have ended up on these podiums. It's just as you saw—competing! Improving each other! And climbing even further! The next generation of heroes is definitely sprouting!" All Might shouted excitedly, his words of encouragement lighting up a fire in everyone.

"Wow he really said y'all don't matter."

"You missed his entire point. That's not what he—You know what, I don't have to explain this."

"I just have one more thing to say!" All Might added, a huge smile on his face.

Everyone could feel the energy rising and even Amaya felt herself becoming amped to say these next words.

"Ready, set, go!"

"PLUS ULTRA!"

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Silence.

Then absolute chaos.

After that hilarious scene, everyone began to leave the arena and the students were escorted back into the building to change and speak to their teachers.

As Amaya got down from her place on the podium, she noticed Shinso heading her way. She jogged a little to catch up to him, gold eyes shining bright, black tail swaying side to side.

"Shinso!"

Said male gave a half smile in return and gently pulled on one of Amaya's ears.

"Hey, that's a nice medal you got there. I bet once you learn how to control your quirk, you'll win first for sure," he complimented, tugging on Amaya's bronze medal.

Amaya felt her cheeks pink and she lightly slapped at his hand.

"So, you're really not freaked out about my quirk then?" Amaya asked, her nose scrunched up in concern.

Shinso tiredly sighed and pinched her pale cheeks, enjoying how red they turned and the soft feel of them in his hands. Amaya whined, trying to scratch at his hands but he pulled away before she could.

"Idiot. I told you before didn't I? I don't care, I never did. Your quirk doesn't scare me and neither do you. Besides, look who you're talking to," he smirked, tapping his forehead.

Amaya smiled, comforted by his words. How did she get so lucky? She had such amazing and understanding friends now. Who would've thought someone like her could've achieved something like this.

"Gross. Ugh, whatever, stop with these sparkly feelings, they're annoying."

"Hmmm are they actually annoying or are you just embarrassed?"

"Embarrassed? Me? Hah! It's like you don't know me twerp!"

"Sounds like denial to me."

Yajū kept complaining but Amaya ignored it, smirking the whole time. She was only kidding before but maybe Yajū really was embarrassed. Amaya only really started interacting with Yajū after the Bloody Incident. Before, Yajū was only ever there when Amaya transformed or if she was overwhelmed with negative emotions. Or when someone Amaya cared about was in danger. This analysis felt somewhat like Amaya was on the verge of breakthrough, but before she could keep wondering about her relationship with Yajū, Shinso nudged her shoulder.

"You okay there spacy? You should probably head back to class. I see some of your dweeb friends waiting for you over there," he explained, pointing out to where Midoriya and Uraraka were waiting for her near the entrance.

Amaya nodded before scowling at the oh-so-kind nickname Shinso bestowed upon her friends.

"You know that makes you a dweeb too because you're also my friend," she replied, crossing her arms together smiling at him teasingly.

Shinso chuckled before tapping her head softly with his fist. He walked away, waving at her while shaking his head.

Amaya smiles softly before meeting up with her other friends, hurriedly walking to class.

"I guess I might be worse than a dweeb if it comes to you Amaya," Shinso smiled, whispering to himself as he entered the building with his class.

"So, there will be no school tomorrow or the day after. I'm sure the pro-heroes who watched the sports festival will want to recruit you, but we'll consolidate everything and announce it when you get back. So, rest well and look forward to that," Aizawa announced, sounding tired as always but Amaya could detect pride in it as well.

"Yes, sir!"

With that class was dismissed and Amaya lazily packed up her things.

She hadn't managed to speak with Midoriya or Uraraka about Iida since everyone rushed to get back to class. She had asked them to wait for her after class before they headed in, so now she was preparing herself for whatever happened. She had a bad feeling about it.

"Amaya-chan you did amazing! You even placed third! I'm so proud of you!" Uraraka cheered, squeezing Amaya's arm.

Amaya smiled softly and nodded, starting to become used to Uraraka's affection.

Midoriya smiled as well, glad to see that Amaya was smiling a lot more often now and she was becoming close to someone as kind as Uraraka.

"Yea, I couldn't say it before but congrats! You worked really hard!" Midoriya congratulated brightly.

Amaya smiled, trying to calm her desire to lecture Midoriya on the absurd amount of injuries he had.

"Thank you both. You guys were awesome too. Though I do wish you hadn't hurt yourself as much as you did but hopefully, you'll learn from this. It looks like I'm not the only one who needs to learn how to control their quirk," Amaya chastised, unable to resist worrying and reprimanding Midoriya.

He was so sweet it hurt to see him so injured.

Midoriya flinched, awkwardly laughing and nodding, avoiding eye contact with both girls.

"But anyways, there was a reason I wanted to speak to you both," Amaya continued, her tone taking on a serious note.

Uraraka and Midoriya nodded, concerned with the sudden aura Amaya was emitting.

"What happened to Iida?"

Midoriya stilled, Uraraka looked down to the floor, her expression falling.

"Iida's brother… Ingenium was attacked by a villain…" Midoriya quietly admitted, pain clear in his expression.

Amaya froze, clenching her hands into fists, feeling her claws sink into her skin.

"B-but I think everything will be fine! Iida is really strong, and his brother is Ingenium after all. Everything will be fine…" Uraraka tried to express cheerfully, yet the worry was obvious.

Amaya wanted to smile for Uraraka's attempt but couldn't ignore the urgency of the situation.

"Well, no matter what we'll be here for Iida. So, let's try and remember that. You guys should limit your messages to him but still let him know you're there," Amaya advised what she thought was best.

"You can too Amaya-chan, I can give you Iida-kun's number," Uraraka kindly offered.

Amaya raised her eyebrow before awkwardly laughing.

"That'd be nice, but I don't have a phone," she admitted looking away.

"You don't have a phone Amaya-chan?" Midoriya curiously repeated. He had never gotten the courage to ask for her number, even when they made a schedule to train together. It looked like Uraraka didn't either.

Amaya's hollow laugh quietly rang through, "I never saw the use of one before. It's not like there was ever anyone who wanted to text me."

Uraraka and Midoriya frowned at that, not liking the bitterness in her gold eyes.

"But maybe… I'll ask Aizawa if he can buy me one…" Amaya quietly offered, her face tomato red.

Midoriya thought Amaya's blushing was pretty cute before he replayed her words.

"Aizawa-sensei? Why would you ask him for a phone?" Uraraka hurriedly asked, beating Midoriya to it.

"Shit."

"Ugh you're such a dumbass."

"Because I'm her guardian. Now scram you kids, I'm tired and would like to go home," Aizawa abruptly added in, scaring all three teens.

Amaya looked at Aizawa with wide eyes, trying to express how sorry she was about her screw up. He merely patted her head and walked through the now empty classroom, towards the door, looking at her expectantly.

"Right! Well yea so please keep this a secret; I'll see you guys in a few days!" Amaya smiled, rushing her words. As she left she didn't try to apologize about letting the secret out since Aizawa seemed to trust those two. Satisfied and feeling better about her friends knowing a bit more about her life Amaya happily walked alongside Aizawa.

Midoriya stood frozen in his place trying to get his brain to catch up with this new bit of information. It made complete sense. Why she was so worried about him before, why she would give him certain looks... He was her guardian. It was also safest for her to be with him since Aizawa could cancel her quirk if he needed to

Uraraka and Midoriya left the classroom, watching the two black-haired figures walk away together. Midoriya smiled to himself, maybe it was just him, but he thought they were good for each other. Amaya definitely needed Aizawa-sensei, and just maybe he needed her too.

Walking home, Aizawa noticed the subtle happiness Amaya was exuding.

"So, you want a phone then kid?" He brought up, enjoying how her ears perked up.

"Y-Yes please! I'll do whatever chores or errands you'd like as compensation! Or I can even try and get a job if you—"

"Kid stop. I don't mind buying you a phone. You deserve one and it seems like your friends want to be able to contact you too," he explained, mentally thanking his students for giving her a chance, glad that she was making friends.

Amaya's tail swayed side to side and she briefly squeezed Aizawa's forearm in excitement.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Amaya squealed; her eyes bright with glee.

Aizawa smiled sincerely and opened the door to their home. Amaya entered with a spring in her step despite how tired she was and raced to grab Mochi. She began talking to the cat animatedly, walking towards the living room.

"Maybe I should've gotten her a phone before she had to resort to speaking to Mochi like that," he muttered, half joking half serious.

"I heard that. Plus, I got that from you," Amaya giggled, grinning mischievously.

"Whatever, give me my cat."

Amaya spent her day off chilling at home, recovering and letting her tired body relax. Her nightmares seemed to have disappeared too which Amaya greatly appreciated. No more scary red eyes glaring at her, instead she slept in with a calm mind.

Aizawa surprised her with her new black phone in the afternoon, which led to her giving him a tight hug and twirling Mochi around. She knew it should be embarrassing to be acting like that over an inanimate object, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't just the phone that made her happy anyways, it was what it signified; the fact that she had friends now, she was being treated, mostly, like a normal teenage girl. The fact that her life was moving forward, and she was growing with it. She knew that progress still had to be made, considering she couldn't take off her shock collar yet. Hopefully one day she could show everyone that she was a hero. Because she would be.

She was excited to return to school for once, but her mood dampened a little remembering the trouble Iida was in. She hoped his family was alright and couldn't wait to make sure he was too.

The next day arrived soon enough and Amaya left her house scowling at the rain and the fact that she had to walk alone. Aizawa had to enter the school earlier than usual to get his treatment with Recovery Girl. It seemed like he might be finally ready to take off his bandages. Amaya hoped he did, missing seeing his face.

As she entered the school, walking towards her secluded locker she was surprised to see Uraraka waiting for her.

"Ah Amaya-chan! That's some nasty rain we have, right!" Uraraka chatted away as Amaya placed her school shoes on and put her umbrella away.

Amaya nodded not used to being this animated in the morning, but not minding it.

"Liar. Chubby cheeks over here is too positive for this time in the morning."

"Stop it. There's nothing wrong with being cheerful even if it's early in the day."

"Uh yea there is, it's called being a psychopath, and that's coming from me."

"You know what, I can't deal with you in the morning."

Amaya filtered back into what Uraraka was saying when they both noticed Iida speaking with Midoriya.

The two girls ran, Uraraka calling out Iida's name. Midoriya and Iida jumped, but the latter responded in his normally polite manner, "Good morning Uraraka-san, Amaya-san!"

"Iida are you—"

"Everything is fine Amaya-san, thank you for asking. Like I was telling Midoriya-kun my brother is okay and I'm sorry if I worried you all. Now let's head to class before we're late!" Iida cut her off, quickly leaving, his voice seeming fine, acting like his usual self.

Amaya didn't buy it. There was no way he was okay even if his brother was fine. She wanted to interrogate him more, but he left too fast for her to ask any questions.

Sighing, she followed her other two friends, they too seemed concerned for Iida, the walk to the classroom a quiet one.

As they all entered, the class was lively chatting about the sports festival. Amaya walked to her seat and as she sat down, she felt something move in her jacket. Confused, she pulled out her phone and face-palmed. She forgot to tell her friends she had a phone now.

"Oh well, guess I'll tell them later."

Aizawa soon came in, face uncovered, surprising the class. Amaya tuned out most of the chatter until she heard Aizawa speak about a special hero informatics class they were going to have.

What was that exactly? It sounded pretty serious, the rest of the class seemed scared, worrying Amaya.

"You'll be deciding your hero names today," he bluntly stated, not even caring that he caused most of his students mini heart attacks.

"I really have to talk to him about his method of talking about average stuff."

"This is related to the pro-hero drafts I mentioned the other day. The draft begins in earnest in the second and third years, after the students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend offers to first years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often canceled if that interest dies down by graduation," Aizawa clearly explained.

"So, in other words we have to prove ourselves once we get picked!" Hagakure added in.

Aizawa agreed then showed the class the number of offers the top competitors received. Amaya gritted her teeth knowing she got zero.

She was right as her name didn't even show up on the board, but she was surprised Midoriya didn't receive any offers either.

"They're probably scared of you cause of the crazy way you were fighting," the class perv cried out.

"Heroes are just wimps."

"Hmm, I understand what they're thinking is, however I also believe they're wrong. Midoriya has so much potential, what a waste."

"Hitachi got third and she still didn't get any offers? Dang.."

"Well I mean, it makes sense. Even though I find it unfair now, people don't really want to mentor a villain's kid."

Amaya pulled at her hair in frustration. Her situation was quite difficult.

"Keeping this results in mind, whether or not anyone asked for you, you will be participating in internships with pros," Aizawa continued, looking directly at Amaya.

"Who the hell would want me though?"

"No one."

"Internships?" Midoriya questioned.

"Yea. At USJ you already got to experience combat with real villains, but it still will be meaningful training for you to see pros at work firsthand," Aizawa finished.

"That explains why we're picking hero names!" Some kid called out.

"Well those hero names are still temporary, but if you're not serious about it…" Aizawa started.

"You'll have hell to pay later!" Midnight finished, slamming the classroom doors open.

The class sprang to attention, Amaya included who couldn't help but wince at the mention of hero names.

This was bad, what the hell was she going to pick? Whatever she picked now was going to affect her later on.

"When you give yourself a name, you get a more concrete image of what you want to be like in the future, and you can get closer to it," Aizawa clarified, his black eyes once again landing on Amaya's.

"Damn. This sucks."

"Ha I wonder what these losers are going to pick."

As she was handed the white board and marker Amaya stared, more like glared, at it. She tried to look at Aizawa for some guidance, but he already cocooned himself in his sleeping bag, taking his daily nap.

They were given some time, but Amaya was drawing up a blank. No matter what name she gave herself, the public would hate it. Her parents' code names used to mean safety for the people, and they ruined that by committing mass murder. Her name was always going to be tainted.

Midnight declared that it was time to present their names and Amaya felt herself panic. However, as the students showed off their names, she felt the slightest bit better seeing how some of them were rejected. Then Asui went and her hero name was quite adorable.

"Should I try and go for something cute too? Would that help me somehow?"

"Hell no. Don't you fuck this up."

"You know you're not really helping."

"Because I don't care. It's a stupid name, you can call yourself Little Whiskers or Fluffy, it's the same shit. No matter what you choose you'll always be a Hitachi first."

Groaning Amaya slammed her head on the desk. This was useless, Yajū was right.

Amaya sighed, defeated as she laid back in her chair and listened to her other classmates say their names. A lot of them were really good but she felt relief when Todoroki only used his first name as his hero name. She also laughed her ass off when Bakugo tried to get away with 'King Explosion Murder'.

"Wow this is going more smoothly than I expected. Now all that's left is for Bakugo to rethink his name and then Midoriya, Iida and Hitachi are left to present," Midnight called out, causing Amaya to flinch.

As Amaya contemplated her name, Iida showed his off, rather cowardly. He chose his first name as well, but Amaya felt like he didn't like it, and she didn't either.

She really needed to talk to him again. Before she could worry more, Midoriya presented his name, shocking everyone.

'Deku' was written nice and big on his board, for everyone to see.

"Are you really okay with that?" Kaminari hesitantly asked.

"You might be called that forever you know," Kirishima added on.

Midoriya nodded, "Yea. I didn't like this name until now. But someone changed the meaning of it, and that had a huge impact on me. It made me really happy," he paused for a moment, then with a bright smile of on his face he proudly announced, "This is my hero name!"

Amaya smiled back, once again amazed by Midoriya. By Deku. He was going to be one hell of a hero.

Bakugo went up again only to be shot down for his rendition of 'Lord Explosion Murder'.

Amaya wanted to chuckle, but it got stuck in her throat when Midnight called her name.

"Hitachi are you ready?"

No.

"Hitachi means rising sun Amaya, we are a force to be reckoned with. Never forget how much power your name holds."

"Amaya means night rain. Let the name Amaya wash away everything else. The Amaya I know is a hero, someone truly good."

"Okay Yaya why don't we call this voice in your head Yajū, it's less scary if it has a name right?"

"Amaya you have to relax and take control! Be the dominant one in this relationship. If not, then Yajū will put everyone in danger."

"DEMON CHILD!"

"Amaya…"

"Hitachi! Hitachi! Young lady have you thought of a name yet or not?" Midnight impatiently called out, bringing Amaya out of her head. The class stared at the cat-girl sympathetically, understanding her predicament.

No matter what she chose she was always going to be a Hitachi.

"No. I haven't thought of something yet," she muttered.

Midnight sighed, nodding briefly before going up to wake up Aizawa.

Now that he was awake, he explained about the internships more. How they were only going to last for a week and how they could choose from a list of pro-heroes if they had offers. He also mentioned that even if they didn't have any offers there'd be about forty different agencies they could choose from. Amaya zoned out after that, feeling overwhelmed by everything.

Would anyone take her in?

Even if she wanted to apply somewhere would they allow her to intern?

She numbly took her list, not even looking at the names. The bell sounded, but Amaya didn't move, she didn't want to.

She went through the motions for most of the day and when it was time for lunch she only slumped down in her seat, once again glad she couldn't legally sit near everyone else. She didn't think she could handle people's pity right now. She knew she should get up and go eat with Shinso but today was really wearing her out and she had no appetite. She closed her eyes and just let herself listen to her classmates' conversations.

She found it interesting that Uraraka picked a battle hero to intern at and couldn't wait to hear about her experiences. Amaya thought it was cute that Bakugo inspired Uraraka, and Amaya wondered where that angry porcupine would intern.

Amaya opened her eyes and noticed that Iida had circled an agency and wondered where he would go as well. She really needed to talk to him but right now she was too out of it. Midoriya and Uraraka tried to converse with her but she couldn't manage to respond, and they noticed the heavy aura surrounding her as well. Thankfully they left her alone, only smiling in encouragement which she appreciated.

The day went on rather slowly and Amaya wished she could go back home and sleep. Before the final bell Aizawa asked to meet with her in the staff room.

After saying her goodbyes to her friends she trudged her way through and noticed Iida turning in his papers. She stayed behind, deciding to catch up with him before he left.

"Hey, wait Iida, we didn't get to talk much today. How are you?" Amaya awkwardly asked, watching as Iida avoided her eyes.

"I'm fine Hitachi-san but I'm in a hurry so I must leave now," he tried to escape but she caught onto his arm.

"Are you sure? Sorry it's just you seem off. Can you at least let me know where you'll be interning at? I noticed you picked one really fast," she stalled, hoping he would answer her.

"I'm fine, really. If you must know I chose to intern at Manual's agency. Now please, I'm sorry but I must leave," with that he power-walked away from her.

Manual. She knew that name. He was the… Normal Hero!

"Wait a minute. So, Iida who had like 300 options chose to intern at Manual's agency? He's not bad but I'm sure Iida has better options. Why is he interning there?"

"Ugh who cares, can we just go home?"

It didn't make any sense. Why would someone like Iida intern there? Amaya sighed, putting her hands in her pockets when she felt her phone.

Her phone, maybe if she looked up more information about this agency, she could find out why Iida picked it. Still not used to her device, she slowly managed to search up the Manual agency where basic information first popped up. She noticed that it was located in Hosu City and for some reason Amaya felt like that was important. But why?

"Amaya what are you doing waiting outside?" Aizawa questioned, popping out of the office, scaring Amaya into almost screaming.

Aizawa tried not to laugh and smirked, watching as she childishly pouted. He was glad to see her eyes had brightened, even if it was just a little. He had noticed how quiet and unapproachable she was being since the whole name thing this morning.

Hopefully this would cheer her up more.

"Amaya you actually did get an offer if you're interested," Aizawa mentioned, his voice a little shaky.

Amaya's gold eyes widened.

"For real? Who would want to hire me?" She asked, clutching onto her tail.

"Well if you wouldn't mind, I would actually," he stated, voice bored but Amaya detected a hint of nervousness.

Tears welled up in her eyes. This man was too sweet to her, she really didn't know how she would be without him. Why was he nervous? Did she really think she was going to say no?

"Aizawa I— t-thank you. Thank you, really you have no idea what this means to me," Amaya wetly whispered, holding herself back from crying.

Aizawa smiled softly and patted her head, "I'm glad to see you're not tired of me yet."

Amaya laughed and light nudged his shoulder, "Never."

He smiled and for the first time that day Amaya felt the chaos in her leave. Aizawa always knew how to save her day. She was super excited to intern now.

"When do we start?"

A/N: Hey guys sorry it's been a while. Here is the next chapter, I'm going to try and stick to a schedule but my life has been getting quite hectic and I rather provide you guys with quality then fast but shitty writing. Thank you for reading, stay safe :)