Disclaimer: I do not own the world of My Hero Academia.

A/N: Hello! So, this is my first time venturing into the world of Anime/Manga to write a fanfic and I am so excited! I hope you like my OC as we dive into her story and get to know a little bit about her. Thanks for reading!

"Where will you go?"

Onishi Michiko looked up at the younger boy standing next to her hospital bed, bandages blocking her right eye. She looked down at her hands, also covered in bandages. "Anywhere but here."

Takami Kiego leaned forward, his wings opening and folding against his back. His golden eyes looked worried. "Have your parents come by yet?"

She scoffed, looking out the window. "No. I don't want them here anyway. They'll have nothing constructive to say."

Kiego reached for her hand. "Mi-chan –"

Michiko smacked his hand away. "Don't call me that!"

He paused, his hand in the air. He let it fall back into his lap, looking down. "I'm sorry."

"No. Kiego." She held out her hand this time and he took it. "That was uncalled for. Please forgive me."

His grip tightened on her hand for a moment. "Are they going to let you leave?"

"They have no choice. I'm not giving them a choice this time."

"You know it's not your fault, right? You – did everything you could, you –"

"I didn't do enough," she interrupted. "It was never enough."

Onishi Michiko fought not to bite her fingernails as she normally did when she was nervous. She cleared her throat and smiled, clenching her hands in her lap.

This was so awkward.

In front of her, at his desk, Principal Nezu sat smiling as well, hands – paws folded in front of him. Michiko really wished he would say something, end the torment.

Next to her, Aizawa Shouta, wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag, gave her a blank stare.

She wasn't sure what she had expected. She had heard Aizawa was rather sullen and a bit standoffish. Being a Pro-Hero, however, she assumed he would be more – well, hero-ish. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking, because he was, in a scruffy short of way, in the way his hair framed his face and those piercing black eyes. But a flashy, friendly Hero, he was not.

Aizawa blinked, tilting his head to look at the Principal. "This is a pain."

Ouch. Michiko kept the smile on her face, though she felt as if an arrow had just been shot through her heart.

"Now, now, Aizawa," Nezu said, chuckling. "Onishi-san has already met all of the other teachers. It's your fault that you put it off till the last minute."

"I really appreciate you taking the time to meet me," Michiko added.

Nezu was correct, however. Michiko had already met everyone, including the ridiculously hard to understand Hound Dog and the overwhelming Present Mic, receiving warm greetings. Now, here they were, the first day of school, ten minutes before homeroom started and she was just now meeting the elusive EraserHead.

"I don't see how I have anything to do with . . . a librarian," Aizawa muttered.

Another arrow. It was becoming harder to hold the smile.

Was this man always this unbearable?

"Principal Nezu wanted me to meet everyone so they would know who they could turn to for any library needs," Michiko told him. "I want to be as much assistance as I can be!"

"We know you will do very well here, Onishi-san," Nezu told her, politely. "And she won't just be a librarian Aizawa. She is still a Pro-Hero and, as such, can help where we need her too!"

"What are you hoping to gain?" Aizawa asked suddenly.

"Oh, uh," Michiko started, stupidly. "Well, I want to work with kids so –"

"Why not continue down the Pro-Hero track? As far as I know, you were gaining some popularity before your sabbatical."

She rubbed the back of her neck, a light blush coming to her face. "Yes, well, it just wasn't what I was expecting."

"What are you expecting here?"

Michiko looked down, twisting her fingers together. SHe looked back up at the imposing man next to her, steeling herself. "I want to be a help to others, and this is the way I chose to do so."

After a beat, the chair next to her scraped along the carpet as Aizawa somehow managed to stand up. She must have said something right as the teacher didn't respond, simply nodding. He shuffled towards the door, stopping for a moment to turn towards her and the principal. "Just make sure to not become a burden."

With that he slouched out the door, leaving Michiko with the principal, who was still smiling. "He's really quite pleasant, once you get to know him!"

"I'm sure," Michiko responded, dryly. She may have just found someone to avoid at all cost.

The little creature hopped from his chair, disappearing for a second before he reappeared by his desk, grinning. "How about a tour?"

Michiko took slow steps to not pass up Principal Nezu, looking around as he explained things. Students eyed her as they passed, and she wondered if she looked out of place in her long-sleeved ivory blouse and magenta skirt, black purse bouncing off her hip.

"Do the teachers normally wear their Hero outfits to work?" she asked, spotting the Hero Vlad King as he spoke with his class.

He is the other homeroom teacher for the Hero Department, Class 1-B, she recited to herself.

"More often than not," Nezu explained. "It does help to remind our students what they are working towards. I'm sure you'll be very popular once the students realize who you are."

Michiko caught a glimpse of herself in a classroom window. She had cut her hair shorter since she had last been in Japan, the loose, gray curls stopping just above her shoulders and covering her forehead, and there was her outfit. She found she didn't quite mind being unrecognizable.

Principal Nezu continued walking, chattering, and Michiko tried to take it all in. This was so unlike what she was used to. Everything was so busy and loud. It was at the same time comforting, unsettling, and disheartening.

So, this is what it must feel like to live normally.

"Onishi-san?" Michiko blinked, looking down at the small Principal. He was still smiling, but there seemed to be concern in those black eyes of his. "Are you feeling alright? Should we make a detour to see Recovery Girl?"

"Oh, no, I'm fine," she reassured him. "I was just a little lost in thought. . . . Your school is wonderful."

"Your school now too, Onishi-san," Nezu responded, warmly. "Is your schedule to your liking?"

"Yes," Michiko responded. "It'll be nice having a set schedule!"

"Make sure you don't seclude yourself to just the library! I'm sure all the students will be excited to meet you."

I'll have to make a better impression with them than I did Aizawa-san. "I look forward to meeting them as well."

The two of them reached the end of a hallway and the Principal turned towards her, beckoning her closer. Hesitantly, she crouched down, wrapping her arms around her knees. "May I speak candidly, Onishi-san?"

"Of course, Principal Nezu."

"I want to make it very clear to you," he started, a warm look in his eyes, "that you are safe and welcomed here, just like any of our students and alumni."

Michiko started, her brow crinkling. "Oh – I –"

"You seemed troubled," he responded, patting her hand with his paw. "I know your past hasn't been the easiest. Don't worry," he said, when her eyes widened. "Most others here only know what was told to them and you can keep it that way as long as you'd like. But I just wanted to assure you that we are so glad to have you here!"

Tilting her head, Michiko smiled genuinely back at the Principal, her new boss, placing her hand on top of his paw. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine."

She stood, looking down the hallway, imagining the students she hoped to reach, the teachers she hoped to befriend.

"After all . . . it was so long ago."

Ripping Flesh

Blood

Screaming

Michiko sighed as she stepped off the elevator, her high heels in one hand, tucking wild strands of hair behind a pointed ear with the other. The rest of the day hadn't been hard so much as tedious. After her tour with the Principal, they returned to his office where she filled out extra paperwork. Once that was finished and the students gone for the day, she had met again with the other teachers, learning what she could do to better assist them. Some, like Yamada-san and Kayama-san had happily and enthusiastically rattle off how they would need from her while others like Kan-san and Ishiyama-san were strict and definitely a lot less energetic. Aizawa, of course, was his same stoic self.

"Just don't become a burden," he had said again before falling asleep in the corner.

With that lackluster farewell she had made her way home. She felt weary and it had been a fight not to fall asleep on the train but she made it, hurrying through the station to the street, where she walked the four blocks to her apartment building. She had spent most of the day pretending to be a lot friendlier than she was; perhaps she was just worn out. Thankfully in the library, she would be by herself often.

Shifting her things to one arm, she inserted her key and entered her home. While she had a generous savings, Michiko had never been one to succumb to frivolous spending, so her studio apartment was plenty for her. The kitchen was small and to the left when you first entered the apartment, a clear view of the living room. A wall to the right, blocked the view of the bedroom, which was just around the corner. She had chosen pastel yellows and blues to decorate, preferring the lighter colors as they kept her mind on happier things while making the room seem brighter. The only big purchase item she had splurged on was a large thirty-three by forty painting, that she hung over the blue sofa. A field of sunflowers took up the lower half of the painting, lightened by a slowly, setting sun, the sky a beautiful mixture of purples and blues. Michiko loved that time of day most, dusk.

For some reason, it made her feel less alone.

She walked further into the room and placed her jacket and purse on the back of one of the dining chairs that sat with the small dining table next to the kitchen counter, dropping her shoes to the ground.

"Meow."

A smile came to her face as soft fur rubbed against her calves. Looking down, she met the blue gaze of her black Bombay cat. He purred as he rubbed against her and she scooped him up, cuddling him close. "Did you miss me, Kenji? I missed you! My pretty boy, momma missed you –"

Turning, Michiko spotted something red and recognizable on the ground, a slight frown coming to her face. Walking over to the balcony window, she turned the lock, setting her cat down next to his food bowl. "You're not a very good guard cat," she muttered, only receiving a 'meow' in return before Kenji tucked into his food.

Sighing, she walked towards the wall hiding her bedroom. "You know, you could use the front door like a normal person."

Takami Kiego grinned up at her from his place on her bed. The flower comforter on her queen bed was crumpled under him, making her crinkle her brow even more. "Now, why would I need to do that when you so kindly leave your balcony door unlocked for me."

He had grown, she could tell, since the last time she had seen him. Three years her junior, he had always seemed smaller than her. Now, his beautiful, red wings looked slightly larger and, when she cocked an eyebrow, he finally stood and she found herself looking at his collarbone, rather than in his eyes. She had seen pictures of him often, standing in his Hero costume, looking somewhat cocky. She supposed that cockiness was just inevitable because that look was there, even in the leather jacket and loose jeans he wore. "Hey, Michiko."

Michiko crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "Kiego. Or should I strictly call you Hawks, now?"

He smirked at her, walking closer. "Don't be like that. It's been so long since we've seen each other. I like the shorter hair, by the way. Suits you."

She sidestepped him, heading into the bathroom next to her bedroom, flicking on the light. "Why are you here, Kiego?" she asked, as she reached for her makeup wipes.

"Can't I stop by to see an old friend?" Keigo asked. She watched him from the mirror as he appeared, leaning against the doorframe and sticking his hands into his pockets. "I heard you were back in the country and thought we should catch up."

"Hmmm," Michiko hummed, swiping at her left eye. "So, they have been keeping an eye on me."

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

"How else would you know where I live?"

"Did you think they would stop?" Keigo was smirking when she met his eye in the mirror. "I'm just lucky they aren't very good at hiding their files."

"That's a comforting thought," Michiko muttered, sarcastically. "Knowing that anyone could get my address."

"Just those of us with sticky enough fingers." Keigo watched her for a moment, as if taking her in. "So, where did you run off to?"

Michiko faked a gasp. "You mean you don't know?"

Kiego chuckled. "I think they were trying to give you some semblance of space. You did deserve it, after all."

Finishing off the last of her makeup, she threw the wipe into the trashcan, reaching for her face towel. "I went to the States."

"Where did you stay?"

"Boston, for a while, but I traveled around a bit."

"You know, I've always thought about going to the States. I hear the Hero system is –"

"Kiego," Michiko interrupted, wetting her towel and turning towards him, "how long are you going to keep going before you ask me what you really want to ask?"

He gave her a small smile. "Three years ago, you would have called me Taka-kun."

"Three years ago, we lived very different lives," Michiko responded. "So. . . .?"

The Pro Hero sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed, leaning back on his hands. "How long till you quit UA and join me in Fukuoka?

"How about the twelfth of never?" Michiko rubbed the towel over her face. "I mean, really? I literally just started!"

"So? Quit! I'm sure I can pay you a lot more than they do. You could get a bigger place. And you won't have to sit around in a dusty library all day."

"They're paying me well enough, thank you very much. I specifically chose this studio because I don't need that much space. And I happen to love dusty libraries. Did they send you here to ask me that?" she added as an afterthought.

"Nope," Kiego said, popping the 'p'. "This was all me. Though I'm sure you could do both if you're so insistent."

"Not interested."

"But you could help me! We'd get done with our work so fast, we could just lie around all day and do nothing."

"I'm fine actually doing something, Kiego."

"Well, fine, than come do Hero Work, Mi-chan, and –"

A shiver had run down her spine and for a moment, she thought she felt a hand wrapped tight around her neck, cutting off her air. Dark spots appeared in her vision and dizziness started to overwhelm her. "Don't – don't call me that."

"Hey."

Calloused hands wrapped around her own, pulling her forward. The world came back into focus and she met Kiego's golden-brown eyes, placing her hands on his shoulders, gripping the hard fabric. Kiego placed his hands on her hips, steadying her. The smirk that had been on his face had disappeared and he looked almost apologetic. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Michiko. I didn't – I wasn't trying to –"

This was an odd feeling; when was the last time someone had held her like this? Besides that, it felt natural, to be with him again, even after the three years apart.

"I'm fine," Michiko muttered. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't still be so . . . affected."

"It's okay that you are. It's only been three years. . . . Are you still having nightmares?"

Michiko sighed, climbing over one of Kiego's legs to lay down on the bed. He lay next to her, turning onto his side. She placed her hands over her stomach. Kenji prowled over, hopping up onto the bed and curling next to his owner. Reaching over, she ran her fingers over his soft fur. "It's not as bad. I think today was just . . . tiresome. And the principal mentioned it too. . . . It's weird being back here. Have they – do you know if there's been any word about him?"

"As far as anyone knows, he's gone. Isn't he?" Kiego asked, curious.

"I would hope so, but . . . but I'm not sure. I feel like – I feel like I would know."

"That's why you should come and stay with me." That sly smirk came back to his face, a mischievous glint in his eye. He reached over, placing a hand on top of hers. His hands seemed larger as well "I could protect you. Besides . . . we have fun together."

Michiko rolled her eyes, sitting up and smacking the man beside her. "That was a one-time thing."

"Don't say it like that, like you didn't like it."

"I never said that. But you and I aren't compatible."

Kiego laughed. "That is true enough. But if you loved me, you'd give me the peace of mind, know you're safe."

"If you loved me, you would have shown up with food."

The younger Hero checked his phone, grinning at her. "The tonkatsu should be here in ten minutes. I even ordered you Momiji manju."

"Good. Than I'm going to take a shower while you set the table."

"Hey." Kiego grabbed her wrist as she went to move past him. There was still a small smile on his face, but his eyes shone in earnest. Reaching forward, he grabbed the edge of her shirt, tugging slightly. She prepared herself for a raunchy comment and was surprised when he said, "I'm serious though. Come to Fukuoka."

Michiko reached forward, placing her hand against the side of his face. "I appreciate the offer, but I think my Pro-Hero days are behind me. I'm fine where I am. If I'm save anywhere, it's definitely UA."

"Now," she finished, standing up straight. "Go pick up your feathers off my floor, Taka-kun."

A/N:

Tonkatsu = fried pork cutlets

Momiji Manju = buckwheat and rice cake usually filled with red bean paste

I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think. We'll continue to find out more about Michiko as the story continues. I hope to continue to update this story at least once every other week!