She was back at the USJ, standing in the middle of the central square. It was silent around her, the only sound to be heard was her own breathing as she stared at the empty space around her.

The sound of the fountain spluttering to life made her turn around. Her breath hitched at the sight of the crimson liquid overflowing the basin, dripping down towards the concrete floor of the square. A puddle collected at the base of the fountain, spreading rapidly until it completely covered the surface.

Her feet made a squelching sound as she hurriedly took a step back, only to trip over something. She shuddered at the sticky sensation of blood staining her hands from where she had tried to catch herself before falling on her bum.

Hesitantly, she lifted her eyes to see what had caused her to fall. Her heart sped up as she identified the object as an arm, bloody and bruised, connected to the mangled body of Momo.

Amari desperately crawled backwards, letting out a whimper as she bumped into something. Turning around, her breath hitched at the sight of the broken body of Kirishima, his eyes wide open and unseeing.

Raising her gaze further she saw she stood at the edge of a pile of lifeless bodies, all clad in familiar hero costumes. Their unseeing eyes all turned towards her.

She let out a choking sob as she stood, her hands clutching her mouth to muffle the sound. The distinct smell of the blood that covered her hands nearly made her vomit as she quickly pulled her hands away from her face.

A groan sounded behind her. She turned around slowly, apprehensive of what she would find. Her feet started moving towards the sound before her mind could process the sight in front of her.

It was her teacher, Aizawa, lying on the floor with an arm stretched out towards her.

"Help me."

His voice was gravelly and broken. Broken like the bones in his arms and part of his skull. Broken like his skin on the places where blood gushed out of open wounds.

She sank to the floor in front of him, immediately pressing a kiss on his cheek. Letting her quirk stretch out to assess the damage.

Her hands trembled as she placed them on his abdomen. She used her quirk to fuse the skin together on a large wound that kept gushing blood like a fountain. Every time the skin closed, it would open again on another spot.

Tears clouded her vision as she felt Aizawa's life slipping through her fingers until his breathing stopped completely, his empty stare piercing through her.

"Told you you were useless, extra."

Her gaze shot up to see Bakugou standing next to her, a condescending sneer on his face.

"N-no" She stuttered out.

"He died because of you."

"Stop" Her voice was no more than a whisper.

"Help me!"

His voice grew desperate as the villain covered in too many hands materialized behind him. The villain's red eyes connected to hers as the corner of his mouth lifted into a lazy smirk. His hand touched Bakugou's shoulder, costume and flesh crumbling away.

Amari jumped to her feet, one arm reaching out towards the blonde's hand. Just before she could touch him, his hand crumbled into nothing. Nothing remained on the spot he had been standing.


A muffled scream echoed through Amari's room as her eyes snapped wide open. Her chest heaved, lungs desperate for air.

Bile rose up in her throat, burning unpleasantly where it passed. She threw the blankets she was tangled up in to the floor as she swung her legs over the bed.

Her legs nearly gave out as she scrambled towards the bathroom, her knees slamming on the cold tiles painfully as she let out the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

After hovering over the bowl for several more minutes, she let out a shuddering breath as she pulled herself to her feet. Her hands shook as she grabbed the plastic cup next to the sink before filling it and guzzling its contents down. Some of the water dripped down her chin due to the trembling of her hands.

Her eyes met dull amber eyes as she lifted her gaze to the mirror over the sink. Dark bags resided under her red-rimmed eyes. Her hair was a mess, white strands sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Her lips were cracked slightly and bile stuck to the corners of her mouth.

It was now the night after the USJ incident. She had apparently passed out from quirk overuse and been taken to the hospital, where she had remained until she awoke to her mother's fussing a few hours later. Apparently her mother had nearly had a heart attack when her unconscious daughter was wheeled into hospital halfway through her shift.

After inquiring after her teacher's health and being told that he was going to be okay, she reassured her mother that she was well enough to go home. As both her parents were working, her neighbor was called to bring her home and make sure she would eat something.

She took in a deep breath. She needed to get her shit together.

Amari rinsed her mouth several times with mouthwash to get rid of the acidic taste of bile before she took a scalding hot shower. There was no way she would be getting any more sleep, it being 5:30 already, so she pulled herself into her U.A. gym clothes.

She grabbed a muesli bar from the pantry and stuffed it into her mouth, simultaneously tying her hair into a ponytail. As no one was home, she locked the door behind her as she walked out into the brisk morning air, tucking the key into her sports bra.

She sucked in a deep breath as she started jogging in a random direction, focusing on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. She had read online sometime that that was what you were supposed to be doing.

After her pathetic endurance performance yesterday she had come to the realization that she needed to increase her stamina. If she would find herself in a situation where she was faced with a villain, with none of her classmates nearby to help her, she would need to be able to take care of herself.

She was not naïve enough to think that the USJ incidence would be the only situation where her class came in touch with villains.

She decided to start slowly, alternating running for two minutes with walking for one minute, using her smartwatch to time it. After the fourth cycle she was panting heavily, sweat trickling down her brows.

Come on Amari, 20 seconds left, just gotta reach that corner on the street

An undignified squeak left her mouth as she turned the corner and ran headfirst into a hard object, causing her to stagger slightly.

"Watch where you're fucking going, first aid!"

When she had regained her footing she lifted her gaze at her very annoyed looking classmate, decked out in his own running gear. Her nose crinkled in amusement at the 'I'm the bomb' text printed onto his shirt with bold orange letters.

"Sorry Bakugou, I didn't see you there." She managed to wheeze.

"Obviously."

She didn't let his blunt reply faze her as she wiped the sweat from her brow with her wristband.

"Do you live near here?"

A puff of air left his mouth as he pinched his nose with two fingers.

"I live two streets further down." He gestured vaguely in the direction he had come from. His eyed scanned over the rather disheveled looking girl in front of him, pausing briefly at the bags under her eyes. "You look like shit."

Amari dropped her eyes self consciously, twirling a strand of her hand in her hand.

"I've been mostly running for the past 10 minutes or so, so I'm a bit sweaty yeah."

He smirked at that, causing her back to stiffen in indignation.

"You've been mostly running for 10 minutes and you're this tired?"

"Shut up."

Her eyes widened at the rude way she had just spoken to her classmate. And not just any classmate, the most violent and intimidating of the bunch. Her hands slapped in front of her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

She was sure he was going to beat her up right then and there as she stared at him, apprehensive of how Bakugou might react.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise as instead of being punched in the face or cussed out, the boy let out a snort of amusement as he crossed his arms smugly.

"Yes, you did. I knew you had a spine somewhere in you."

Amari let out a huff of annoyance, slightly offended even though he was right. Then her eyes narrowed as she caught the smallest tremble in his arms.

"Hold out your arms for a sec, like a zombie."

His eyes widened slightly in confusion before narrowing in annoyance at her request.

"What the fuck, no. Why?"

"Because I'm asking you really nicely?" Amari blinked up at him innocently.

"No."

"Is it because... such a small task is too hard for you?"

Bakugou let out a snarl of frustration at the sudden spunk of the otherwise docile girl in front of him. Maybe she was so feisty because it was early in the morning? Or because she hadn't slept well? He didn't know whether he was annoyed or amused by this development. Either way, he found himself questioning his life decisions as he raised his arms in front of him as he allowed her cold fingers to prod his lower arms.

Amari bit on her lip in focus as she touched the boy's lower arms in several places. His arms were undoubtedly trembling, even though she could see him trying his best to prevent them from doing so.

His eyes would twitch slightly in pain as she prodded a muscle, feeling the muscle wound up tightly under the skin. He hissed as she used two fingers to press on a particularly sensitive spot, right where muscle crossed into tendon, and ripped his arms away from her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, first aid?" He said as he rubbed his arms in discomfort.

"You overused your muscles and strained your tendons. Is it-" Her voice trailed off. "Is it from yesterday?"

He was surprised she had managed to deduce as much with only prodding his skin, but refused to show it.

"Yeah, that happens when I overuse my quirk. What's it to you?!"

She was silent for a few seconds, debating on her course of action. One part of her was urging her to use her quirk to heal him. He had after all used his quirk to save her sorry ass and so she felt partially responsible for his well-being. The other part of her however was hesitant. Even though the boy had not really reacted harshly to her yet today, she was afraid his pride would not take the gesture well.

Eventually, her sense of rightness won out as she hesitantly held out her hands towards him.

"Would you let me heal them?"

She winced as she saw storm clouds rolling in his eyes and slightly bend backwards as he squared his shoulders to tower over her.

"I don't need your fucking help! Who the fuck do you think you are huh?!"

This was what she had been afraid of.

Steeling herself, she made direct eye contact.

"I don't-" Her voice broke off as her mind flashed to the scene of him crumbling away in front of her. "I wouldn't be doing it for you, but for myself. Please, I need this."

He held her gaze for several moments. She didn't know if he had seen something flash in her eyes or heard the sincerity in her voice, but he finally averted his gaze to the side as he raised his arms towards her.

Amari's shoulders sagged in relief as she delicately grabbed his left hand into her own and raised it towards her face, pressing her lips to his warm skin quickly. Her quirk spread out a bit slower than usual, no doubt still exhausted from her efforts the previous day.

Her right hand glided over his arm, muscles and tendons alike reverting to normal. She tried not to let the feeling of his considerable muscles beneath her skin distract her as she switched arms and repeated the process.

She softly let down his arms as she was finished and found Bakugou staring at her thoughtfully. She averted her eyes down to her hands as she grew uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Is it better now?" She questioned softly.

That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts as he clenched and unclenched his muscles a few times and rotated his joints to test them out. His face remained carefully blank throughout the procedure.

"Tch" He scoffed. "No one hears about this alright, first aid?"

He waited for her to nod fervently, before continuing his morning run.

Amari watched his back for a few seconds as she watched him leave. The almost pleasant encounter had left her with a need to reevaluate her opinion on Bakugou. Maybe he wasn't quite as unpleasant and volatile as she had made him out to be initially.

The corners of her mouth quirked up as she started the timer on her watch and started jogging back towards her house.


Later that day, after having wasted most of her free day with playing video games with some online friends, Amari was sitting at the dinner table with her parents, listening to them recount what they had experienced on the work floor today with mild amusement. Her mother had just finished telling a story about a patient who had 'accidentally sat on a can of sprite' and got set object stuck in his rectum.

Her father then recounted how a patient had been brought into the ICU, completely paralyzed by a gas accidentally secreted by her daughter.

Must be a handy quirk, not many villains bring a gas mask with them. Maybe they could can it and sell it to hero agencies or the police.

Her knife clattered on her plate loudly, earning her a disdainful look from both parents. She quirked her lips into a smile.

She had a stop to make at the support department.