I had my lunch while Nemuri was teaching, since I didn't have an appetite until after I had talked with All Might and Midoriya-San.

Things weren't really all that exciting. Which is ironic, because things were never 'not exciting' with Nemuri.

Maybe I was just used to it.

Either way, my dad pulled me out of class early to get to my/our workout.

We made our way downstairs into the workout rooms. I went into the locker rooms and changed.

By the time I went back to the workout mats, Dad was already dressed for it. He wore a black tank top and grey sweatpants. He changed out of his uggs and into actual tennis shoes, and his hair was tugged back.

I wore something very similar, except I wore black spandex shorts instead of sweatpants, and a super loose black tank top over my black sports bra (since we haven't gotten a new one for me).

"You do know if I ever catch you wearing anything similar to that in public I will burn those clothes."

I rolled my eyes. "I have enough eyes on me as is. I don't need any more attention than I already have," I smirked haughtily, teasingly flipping my hair over my shoulder.

Dad scoffed humorlessly and shook his head. "Let's get started."

I smiled. Gottem.

We sat on our separate mats and started stretching. Dad was into yoga, surprisingly, which meant I was too. It really helped keep my flexibility and build strength little by little. There was a reason I was as good as I was at...some things.

Dad started me on simple things--push ups, sit ups, crunches, lunges, leg lifts. He set the goals for me already--which was fine, since I didn't know a damn thing about my body.

10 lunges for each leg, 20 total. 15 leg lifts for every leg, as high as I could go. I could do the splits both ways, and my dad wasn't letting that skill go to waste.

30 sit ups. 15 squats. 25 crunches. 5 classic pushups, 5 diamond pushups, and 5 military pushups. I had to do the military ones against the wall since my joints were creaking. This would be the warm up for the next week or two. Once I 'mastered' this, he would increase my reps. All while controlling my breath how he taught me.

Then, he had me run a two-and-a-half-mile run cycle on the treadmill. Also controlling my breath. Four seconds in, six seconds out. Four seconds in, six seconds out.

While I did my run, he started working through his combat forms, so at least he was doing something other than watching me suffer.

He told me that if I slipped up my breathing, then he would restart the run.

So I did my best. I only slipped up once, and he didn't make me restart, but he did shoot me a look that said 'strike two, and you're out.'

When I finished my run, my legs felt like jelly.

"Lay down."

I laid down on my back.

"Keep breathing. Imagine your breaths slowing your heart rate," he told me.

So I did.

I could feel my Dad's steps through the floor as he went through his forms.

I heard him breathe. Constant, practiced, even, soothing.

I matched my breaths with his. I almost fell asleep.

Suddenly, I snapped awake. I was ready and roaring for another mile. And I didn't know how or why.

Dad handed me a water bottle with electrolytes and I sipped it down, and I looked up at him. He was standing over me, and he held his hand out to help me up.

I gratefully took it and he smiled evilly at me.

"Time for weights."

.o0o.

Dad set me up on a benchpress. It wasn't too bad. He only put me on 5 kilos worth of weights for my bicep curls. 12 reps for my right arm, 14 for my left, since it was my non-dominant arm.

He had me pull 45 kilos on one of those rubber band weight things. I pulled out, and from one side to the other. Once again, 12 reps.

He had me bench 45 Kilos as well, only 5 reps that time. When I was done again, we went out onto the track. We jogged three laps and walked the last one. We ran in silence.

We walked back to the facility, and we stretched once more. Then, we grabbed our things and headed home. Most of U.A.'s lights were out, save for a few classrooms where the teachers were still grading papers.

"How would you feel about being a T.A. here?" Dad asked.

I looked up at him. "Aren't I already?"

"I suppose." He shrugged, "But for all the teachers. Not just me."

I looked down. "I don't know. I mean...I think that you keep me busy enough as it is."

He nodded. "True."

"I wouldn't be opposed to running coffee or beverages to the teachers once in a while, to keep me busy," I said.

He nodded, grabbing his keys as we walked outside into the evening. The cool air felt nice on my hot skin.

He nodded again. "Good to know. Thank you for telling me."

"Mhm."

"I'll let you shower first. I have something to attend to before we go get Aila tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

"Okay."

And for anyone and everyone that thinks that this man--my father-- doesn't shower: Look at his hair. No man has hair that soft whilst not showering.

And his hair is soft. Really soft.

So come at me. I can guarantee that he showers. And it's fairly regular. I know this because the shower is in my room, and at odd hours of the night, he will come into my bathroom and shower.

Either way, we made it to the apartment and I gave Princess a kiss. She hissed at me.

Jerk. It's not like I feed you or anything.

After my shower, we had a high protein, high fiber dinner (not a TV dinner, surprisingly), and I went straight to bed.

But, I couldn't sleep. Today was a really big day for me, and I couldn't tell anyone. I couldn't tell Dad about All Might--he knew that he had two forms, and perhaps he knew why, but he didn't know about One For All, or about Midoriya having it. He must have suspected some kind of connection between the two by now, because it's not really a secret, but he doesn't know. And I do.

And I can't tell him.

I swore that I wouldn't unless expressly told otherwise by either Midoriya or All Might himself.

So, even if I wanted to, I physically now could not.

I hated hiding things from my Dad. I always regretted not telling him things in the moment.

Either way, here I was. Waiting for morning to come and for us to pick up Aila-Chan the upcoming afternoon.

Things….were speeding up. And I wasn't sure if I was fast enough. I didn't know what would happen if I wasn't.

I reached over and grabbed the picture of my mother. She was so beautiful. I loved her so much. I missed her. Maybe things would be different--different good-- if she were still here. Maybe Dad and Mom could work themselves--or something--out where i could get to see and know them both. Maybe they would get together.

I know that it was probably unrealistic, but...a girl can hope, can't she? What's so bad about hoping to have your family be happy, healthy and secure?

With my mother's picture against my chest, I was able to sleep.

.o0o.

That morning, Dad let me sleep in. Kind of. I still got up around 6:00 A.M.

Oh, my God. I was so sore.

I trudged over to the classroom and slumped over in the spinny chair.

"Hard day?"

I looked up at Todoroki-San. He looked at me sympathetically. I nodded. "Big workout."

"Hm. I understand."

I wasn't going to protest. I read his mind yesterday, I knew he did understand.

That reminded me. "I...I didn't get an opportunity yesterday to uh...tell you really what happened yesterday."

He looked at me confusedly, setting down his Manga.

"Yesterday, I had worn out my quirk when I read your mind...When my quirk gets tired, it gets harder to control how much I read into someone's mind. And...with you, I ended up reading back into your memories, to about the week of the Sports Festival…"

He looked straight at me, and without my quirk, he was very hard to read.

"So...you know…?"

"Not...everything, just...a lot," I confirmed slowly, feeling very guilty.

"Hm...Well, it wasn't really a secret," he seemed to shrug it off.

I looked at him incredulously. "If I told someone, this could be the scandal of the century." I told him, somewhat urgently.

He seemed to contemplate that for one simple second, then he shrugged.

"I don't really care what happens to my father. As long as I'm not involved."

I gaped at him like a fish out of water.

"Well that's that then, I guess," I scoffed.

I heard him huff, and I looked up at him, an amused smile on his face.

I had a feeling we were going to get along great.

"So, uh...I hope that my...memories didn't...cause you any additional stress, yesterday."

"No, uh...It was okay. It wasn't stressful, but it was enlightening. I'm sorry for invading your privacy."

He nodded. "All is forgiven."

I smiled at him, and almost went back to my reading.

"You said you did a workout?"

.o0o.

Todoroki-Kun and I spent a decent amount of time talking with one another. It was enjoyable. He told me what his routines looked like, as well as his diet, and I gave him some tips based on what his goals were.

I do lots of reading. Not just mangas and mystery novels. I know a lotmore than I should. It surprises even me sometimes.

Then, the class started filling up with people. With a laugh, we both went back to what we were doing.

Kaminari-San looked between the two of us, noting the smiles on our faces.

"Is something going on between you two…?"

I looked at him with confusion. "In what context?"

"Like...you know…" He brought his hands together in a very obscene and suggestive way.

My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but blush. "No!"

"Oh, okay. Just making sure," he said innocently.

"I met him yesterday!" I said. "Why would you even suggest anything like that?"

"Hey, you never know. You two seem pretty friendly--"

"Can't two people be friends without it being sexual?" I asked. He kind of went quiet.

"I mean, I guess, but at the same time--"

I interrupted him. "I'm twelve!"

His eyes widened. "Oh. Tha-that changes things."

Kirishima-Kun laughed, and I looked over at Shoto, who was flushed. I didn't bother reading his mind to see why.

Mina-San walked in, sitting on the desk in front of me. "Morning, Samikooooo~!"

"Good morning, Ashido-San."

"What did I say?" she sighed. "Call me Mina!"

"O...Okay," I caved.

"We doin' another round of mind reading today?" Sero-San asked.

"No." I said firmly. "I'm not up for it."

"Damn. It was fun, though," Kirishima-Kun said.

Haha, only for you!

Midoriya-San sauntered in after Bakugou-San, and I nodded to him with a smile.

Things got louder in here, but people started leaving me alone, kind of, so that was okay. I stayed semi-involved in conversations.

"What do you have planned today, Samiko?" Ochako-San said casually.

I looked up at the clock. "Well, other than grading papers and reading, I have to head out around 10 to go pick up someone from the airport."

I saw Bakugou-San shift out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh, I see! Who is it?"

"My aunt."

"Huh. What's she like?"

"She's kind, sweet, determined, smart...I don't know."

"She's Aizawa-San's sister?" Hagakure-San asked.

"No, she's my mother's sister."

"Who's your mother?"

"That is private information for the moment," I shifted haughtily. "I will tell whom I please," I said.

"Dangit! I thought we were close this time."

I laughed.

.o0o.

Class started without a hitch, and Dad left just after homeroom ended to check on everything before we left.

I noticed that Bakugou-San asked to go to the restroom around the time I started packing my things, waiting for 10:00 to hit.

When it did, Nemuri made a fanfare of my departure, a chorus of 'Byeeeee's' following me as I walked into the hallway.

Geez, it didn't have to be that dramatic.

I walked down a ways, thinking of the possible reasons why or how Na-Chan would kick out Aila. She was pretty compliant to her...There were many things that could tip her off, but almost none of them Aila would do…

I shook my head, breathing in and out as--

Someone on my left--who I couldn't see--grabbed me. They tugged me harshly by my arm, slamming me up against the wall.

Adrenaline was coursing through my veins and I was prepared to fight.

Even up until I saw who it was.

"Bakugou-San--?!"

"What do you know?!" He demanded. "What's Deku hiding from me!"

I was more appalled at his strange and sudden request than I was angry at him sneaking up on me. So I calmed down immediately.

"That's not any of your business," I told him. "And beside that, I do not have the capacity to disclose that information on my own even if I wanted to--"

"Tell me, damnit!" He slammed his left hand against the wall by my head. "He's mocking me!"

"Then why don't you go directly to him?" I asked cooly, eyes on fire. "If he is hiding something from you, mocking you, then why ask me? Why not confront him?"

"Because he's a stupid nerd," he said with conviction. I had to bite back a laugh when he continued, "and he won't give me a straight answer."

"And neither will I." I said with finality. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

"Don't act like you're better than me!" He shouted. I almost flinched. How was he so loud?

"I never--"

"Yes, you do! You know things, I know you do. And I will get answers. From you, from stupid Deku, from whoever! I'll find out and be the best, and no one is going to get in my way! Not even you!"

"Why are you intimidated by me?" I asked him.

I didn't intend there to be any malice or anger in my tone, just pure, honest curiosity. I wanted to know.

His face almost dropped, but he caught it in time.

"I am not intimidated by you," he said lowly, getting closer to my face menacingly. "You are just a stepping stone."

"I don't need to read your mind to tell you're lying," I said in return. I didn't wait for him to respond as I continued. "You're intimidated by me and you know it--"

"I'm Not! Damnit!" he punched the wall by my head but I remained unphased.

"--And you have no need to be! I know things only because of my own foolishness. You're right, I will not be an obstacle--only if you let me step out of your way. The only thing stopping you from being the best is yourself. You have your own self interest at heart, your ego blinding you. And unless that changes, you will never be the best. You will be miserable, angry and dissatisfied until you die."

"Shut up! Baka! Y-you don't know what you're talking about! You're just a child!"

It was hard to catch, but the stutter was there. I went quiet. I said my piece.

He stared me in the face, trying to read me. And I started right back.

He let out an angry huff and pushed up against the wall, walking back to the classroom.

"So are you."

He hesitated just the littlest bit, sauntering back to his classroom with an angry huff.

I sighed, dusting myself off and heading in my originally intended direction to meet my Dad and pick up Aila.

I had a feeling things were going to get very interesting very quickly.

.o0o.

A/N: How would y'all feel if I posted some angsty Aizawa X OC with Eri? Lemme know