Izuku Midorya looked up at the stars as they twinkled dimming, then relighting before he knew it. It had just snowed, so the air was still crisp, and hurt if you inhaled too hard. Thankfully, the clouds that he threatened to blizzard just the day before were gone, the sky now clear to view the stars.

"The sky's pretty clear tonight, huh?" His friend, and patrol partner for every Tuesday, Ochako Uraraka, mumbled from beside him.

She was slightly a nerd when it came to all things involving the sky, the constellation, planet, even the pro hero Thirteen was in her parameter of expertise.

"Todoroki-Kun said that the snow was supposed to stay away for a few nights. So it's likely that Aizawa-sensei will allow you to bring your telescope out for you to look at." Izuku gushed, his eyes lighting up at the thought of what Uraraka might be able to see in the night sky; winter was the best time for it after all.

"Hmm." Uraraka giggled, nodding along with him, "I don't think any showers are planned, but who knows what I'll be able to see!"

"Just make sure you don't get sick!" Izuku warned, turning serious with a blink of an eye. "We don't want you getting sick and having to stay in your dorms until your all better."

Uraraka nodded at that, as though lost in thought for a moment. "Did you hear that?" She whispers, grabbing onto Izuku's forearm as she leans down slightly.

"Uh…no?" But as he said it, he too could hear the sound, the sound of hysterical sobbing. "What the heck…" Izuku took a quiet step forward, his ears and eyes on high alert for what it could, for all he knew, it could have been the League of Villains, a notorious group of thugs that had grown in popularity after attacking UA a while back. A group that the Pros had been tracking and battling since. Which lately had taken an even larger scale of importance, now that the League had worked with- and betrayed- the Shie Hassaikai, a gang that's leader, a villain by the name of Overhaul, had been creating special bullets to cancel quirks.

There was a large flash of light, and the sobbing was gone. Suddenly feeling very alarmed, Izuku no longer worried about the sounds his steps were making, but more on why- and where- the mysterious sobbing had been coming from.

Turning the corner into an alley he pulled up the mask on his costume. Just in case. But when he got there, there wasn't anyone there, just a charred wall in the shape of a human…

With wings.

Elsewhere

"Listen." My tutor snapped impatiently. I had once again zoned off. Oops… "Girl," she said, her tone softening at the look on my face.

1: Look small, and they'll be gentler than normal.

"You must pay attention, my dear. He's going to be coming soon and you want to show him what you've learned since last time, no?" She questioned. I didn't quite completely understand why her voice sounded the way it did, though I had the growing suspicion that it had to do with a thing I had learned about; accents. Such a funny word accent was.

Though the only voices I had ever heard were those of my many tutors and the man whom had brought me here, I still understood the concept of it.

"Yes, Miss," I mumble, my head down despite the fact I knew I wasn't being chastised.

2: Speak briefly; politely.

I don't know her name, just like all the others, all I know is that it is of the utmost importance to call her nothing but Miss, even if requested otherwise.

"Now," she continued on, "the lessons for today are almost over, and I believe you have physical therapy next, correct?" She questions, though it came out as more of a statement. She knew I had physical therapy next. Just like all the rest of them did.

I had a very strict schedule, it had never changed, there was never really a need for it. Though it happened once or twice, when I had started developing into a woman, and when my wings grew an unhealthy amount, that was right about the time physical therapy started.

"Yes."

"So I think we can just go over some of what I thought would be beneficial to you until I have to depart, hmm. Yes, that's exactly what we'll do, how does that sound?" She says, opening her satchel and pulling out another, a new one it seemed.

"Are we going to be starting a new string of your native language," I ask curiously as she hands me the paper, giving me a pen right along with it, "Miss." I add on at the last moment, remembering to be polite in the timely manner it should take.

She smiles warmly and laughs, "No dear, this is going to be your journal, where you put in your daily thoughts, what you did for the day, and other things such as that."

"So, like the emotions, I feel, and what I had at meal and things like that?" I say confidently, though she stays silent.

"Yes, your…emotions." Why did she say it like that? "Now," she says, the warm smile reappearing on her face.

"I must depart now, I will see you in two days, my dear." I nod, and she zips her bag back up. "Oh, and don't tell your Papa about that notebook, it'll be our little secret, yeah?" When nodding, she nods back and winks, a sly look on her face as she walks through the door, disappearing into the swirling mist.

I never enter that swirling pool, I know not what's on the other side, so it's a bad idea to even try to see. My tutors probably have something on them to guide them to the correct place, but I have nothing. What's to say that I don't forever be destined to roam space because I entered the mist?

Standing from my chair, I bend down, biting my lip as I concentrate. I feel the familiar popping, and stand, wincing as I go. Turning my head, I see to my great relief, my wings are there. Shaking them around a bit, I walk a few steps towards the glass stairs leading up to my loft.

Ascending the steps in a few graceful movements before curling my fingers around the gold-colored bars. I wished, I so dearly wished that I could go back down there. Back down to Earth, to see the things I could see, then I could come back and live with Papa.

I had read all about Earth, about what it is now, all these years after I left it behind, though I can't be there, I've read tons and tons of books about it, and though I don't remember much of my time there, I know it wouldn't be the best place to live.

It's much better here. Here Papa can manage what I learn, so one day- when I'm old enough of course- I can return, and fix society. Papa said I'd be a hero. A real one, not one of those ones who only want glory, fame, and riches.

I'd be their savior.

"Little one," A sing-song voice calls and I smile, hopping down the steps two at a time, the little trinkets on my ankles clinking together lightly.

"Miss!" I say excitedly as I stand in front of the woman with a smile. Physical therapy was always fun for me, though sometimes the lessons could be painful.

"Hello little one," she says once again, ruffling my hair as she smiles affectionately down at me.

"Hellooooooo, Miss." I reply, holding out the 'o' in a playful manner. She laughs and sets her bag down on the table nearby. She smiled, though it turns sour upon reading over the daily list of to-do things.

"I would love to talk dear, but it seems that today we have to work on your wings." She said grimly, sighing to herself as she put the stack of paper back down.

"Oh…" I mumble softly. It wasn't necessarily painful to exercise my wings, but it wasn't really comfortable either. Just…unsettling; it always made me nervous in a way. "Well, that's alright, it needs to be done so I can grow big and strong for all the people down there!" I grin, glancing out of the bars down onto the slowly orbiting Earth.

"Well then, in that case, let's get started shall we?" We go through the normal motions, the stretches to loosen up my muscles so I don't hurt myself when moving, and the meditating to calm my mind to help me strategically think upon the therapy. "Alright," Miss Say's after we're done. "Let's begin."

Two large burnings, raging, wings appear out of nowhere, meeting in between her shoulder blades. The feathered wings were covered with flaming blue fire, daring me to get near her. I grin, crouching down to the ground with my hands up. Miss makes a motion with her hand, and suddenly, all of my things fade away. The Earth, and the gold bars keeping people out; ny loft, all of the stuffed animals on my bed, the table where my work lies; where I've grown up.

I'm not startled though.

For I know there is no need for me to be, Miss will not hurt me, she wouldn't dare. Papa would have her heard for that, and I could handle her, I must if I wanted to win this battle or both wit and strength.

3: Your opponent shall always attack first unless you have no options otherwise.

She rages towards me, bringing her hand out in a punch that would likely break my jaw if I let it land. Twisting my neck to the side, I interlock the fingers of her other hand with mine and push her towards me, twirling around her in a simple motion, kicking right beneath where her wings connect, pushing her to the ground.

My foot feels warmer than it would normally be just from being close to the blue flames, but I made sure not to touch the flames, not wanting to get burned.

"Good," Miss grumbles out as I take a few steps back, giving her space to stand once again as she regains the air that I had knocked out of her lungs. "your reflex time has improved 0.66% since last month. He'll be happy." Papa sure will be.

"Up in the air now?" I question and she nods, cracking her neck before flying into the air a few feet up, just enough to encourage me to join her up there. I take a nervous breath and flex the muscles I didn't often have to use; the ones to make me fly.

I wasn't very good at flying, it had always been something I struggled with. Papa said it has something to do with how they were constructed, that the way they were built made them unfit for the job of flying.

That was why we did this lesson once a month, just to exercise them, make sure they stay in shape. I could still flutter them around, of course, moving them (though they often moved involuntarily when they were out) in subconscious ways.

Joining her in the sky, I could already feel the bead of sweat run down my forehead, causing me to wipe at it aggressively. I get pushed back when my hand rises up to wipe it, crashing into the black mist behind me; though it would have hurt much more if it had been the gold bars three feet behind me.

I cough, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. Miss smiles, chuckling an airy laugh as she shakes her head. "That's enough for today, child. Just stay in the air for as long as you can.

"I'm going to put the data in," Miss added at the last moment, and I nod unsteadily, feeling that hot, uncomfortable feeling builds underneath my skin.

"Yes, Miss." I reply, clenching my teeth uncomfortably as I look up. With a motion of her wrist, the black mist is gone and I can now see outside of the black once again as Miss lands, pulling open her bag.

Just a few more minutes…

I gasp, finally breaking as I land- not so gracefully- onto the ground, tripping over my feet as I do so. I stand immediately, stating the standard apology that I must state. "I apologize."

"You lasted a few minutes longer last time," Miss said absently, not looking away from whatever data she was sure to be writing at the very moment.

I walk back up the glass steps, looking once again at the planet I had once called home, my fingers once again curling around the cold bars. I hear Miss's steps behind me, but I make no motion to move, only extracting one arm, holding it out to her. "There's going to be a pinch." She says, but I already knew that. The pinch comes and goes within a second as she retracts the needle. I had been doing this procedure for years now and had mastered the art of keeping my muscles still and relaxed for her to enter the medication into my vein.

You see, I had to get that shot every time Miss came, Papa said it was 'cause I had something nasty in my body, that always tried to pop up and make my life horrible, and the shots made it go away.

So I took it, every single time; there wasn't really a reason for me not to.

Humming slightly to herself, Miss takes a step back, and I hear some shuffling before she bids farewell, surely walking through the mist back down there. I hear more footsteps and I turn around to see Papa. Smiling, I walk down the steps quickly, running into his arms as he tightly embraces me.

"Goodnight, Love," Papa said softly, kissing my forehead as he pushed the covers up to my shoulders, a soft smile on his face. "See you in a few days." I hum, turning my back from him as I wrap my arms around one of the many pillows adorning my bed.

"Night, Papa. Love you." I murmured, closing my eyes as my subconscious begins to drift off.

"I really like you too."

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Hey Y'all! Sorry I didn't update for a while, life's been hectic and I'm working on getting not only my Fanfic's but my originals completed and onto popular writing sites. I should update this again soon though, fingers are crossed.

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