"Miya!"

Yaoyorozu halfheartedly smiled as she crossed Recovery Girl's office. Her lower lip trembled, and her wide eyes filled with large, sparkling tears.

"Oh, Miya. I'm sorry. I'm so unbelievably sorry."

She took my bandaged hand between both of hers, and squeezed it gently.

"I shouldn't have-"

She sniffed, and wiped her eyes.

"This is all my fault."

She sat in the vacant chair next to the bed, and sighed.

"All I thought about after you got taken was the look on your face when that creep grabbed you. You looked so helpless, and scared. I didn't know what to do. I froze up."

She sniffed again.

"I don't blame you, Yaoyorozu."

Her eyes widened, and she threw her arms around my neck.

"I'm just so glad you're alive."

When she pulled away she looked at me with relief in her eyes, yet sadness still lingered in them. It was blatantly obvious to see that no matter what I'd say, how many times I'd deny her involvement, she'd continue to blame herself for the unfortunate events that unfolded with my Father. When she noticed that I was looking back at her she lowered her eyes to the ground, and kicked at the tile. The sound of someone snoring softly seemed to startle her as her eyes shot to the next bed over, and then a wide smile crossed her lips.

"So, he stayed with you last night."

My eyes traveled to where hers were, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Kaminari was curled up under a thin sheet, his chest heaving as he breathed rhythmically. He had a look of pure contentment on his face as he slept. His mouth was upturned into a half smile, almost as if he knew he was being talked about.

"He was so worried about you."

Yaoyorozu spoke softly, and I forced myself to look away from Kaminari.

"He hardly slept. We had to beg him to eat. He was upset after the breakup with Jiro, but you," she looked back at him, "he was lost."

My heart felt as if it were being twisted.

"Kaminari has always been so upbeat, and happy. It was hard seeing him so broken, and emotional. It's so relieving to see him look so," she looked at him, "peaceful."

I suddenly found myself longing to be near him. To ignore the wires that bound me to the bed I no longer wanted to be in, and wrap myself in his arms. I gritted my teeth as I swung my legs over the side of the bed,and fought the urge to scream as the pain blurred my vision.

"Miya, what are you-"

Yaoyorozu looked at me with wide, concerned eyes as I willed myself into a standing position. My legs trembled as the pain flooded through them, threatening to knock me down where I stood. I held my hands at my sides in a pathetic attempt to steady myself, and felt my head whirl. For a moment I thought I may be sick, but breathed in deeply and collected myself. Yaoyorozu kept her eyes on me as she rushed to my side, and clasped my hand in hers.

"I-I don't think you should be out of bed yet. You need to rest."

I shook my head.

"I'm fine, I just-"

My balance became unstable, and I felt myself sway. Yaoyorozu's grip tightened around my hand, but it wasn't enough to keep me upright. I felt my body start to give out, and then it stopped. Someone had wrapped their arms tightly around my waist, and prevented me from falling.

"Hey."

Kaminari's voice was groggy, but still had a way of making my heart soar.

"Are you okay?"

He pulled me into him, and I nuzzled my head into his neck. The warmness of his electricity was comforting.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I just needed-"

His panicked eyes searched mine as he pulled back. I ran the tips of my fingers over his jawline, and he closed his eyes.

"You." I exhaled.

He pulled me back into him, and held me tightly.

"I will always be here for you. I promise."

He took my face in his hands, and pressed his lips against mine gently. The shock of the kiss made my head swirl yet again, but knowing I was safe in his arms made it enjoyable.

"Ahem."

The sound of a throat being cleared startled me, and I felt Kaminari's arms tighten around my waist.

"It's good to see you awake."

All Might stood in the doorway. His arms were crossed, and he seemed nervous. I kept my eyes on him as I felt anger start to bubble in the depths of my stomach.

"Young Kaminari," he started, "might I have a word with Miss Suzume?"

"O-of course, sir. I-"

"No."

All Might's thin lips turned downward as his sunken eyes fell on me.

"Miya, it's important that-"

"That what? I keep getting fed more lies?"

His eyes widened, and then took an extra large step in my direction.

"Miya, nothing you've been told has been a lie. If I could just explain."

"I don't want to hear any more explanations. What I want is for you to leave me alone."

Kaminari squeezed my hand gently, and I felt the anger subside.

"Miya, it's okay."

His voice was calm, and soothing.

"I know you're angry, and scared right now, but if you listen to what All Might has to say maybe it'll help you feel better. I promise it's going to be alright."

He half smiled in the most attractive way, and softly brushed his lips against my cheek.

"I have to go, but I'll come back to you after class. I swear."

He had disappeared almost as fast as he had appeared, and I sighed as I felt a cold, hollow feeling in my chest. I gritted my teeth as I turned onto my side, and felt the inescapable pain surge through my body. All Might looked at me with deep worry in his eyes. The knot in my stomach turning, and twisting into something unfamiliar as I looked back at him.

"I'm sorry, Miya."

I furrowed my brows in confusion as I looked at him.

"You should have been better protected. I should have gone to any length to keep you safe, and I failed. I failed Nezu, I failed myself, I failed you."

My stomach churned at his words.

"You know," I started, "when I was a little girl my Father admired you. He supported you when you needed it the most, and struggled with you when you felt you had no one. Then one day, for a reason that I couldn't comprehend, he completely abhorred you. He started teaching me that you weren't what you claimed to be. He taught me to feel the same hate for you that he did.

"He trained me to be something I never wanted to be. I was no longer his daughter, but a tool in the war against Pro Heroes. He used me for my Quirk, and then would shut me away until he needed me again."

"Miya."

His voice was filled with melancholy as he spoke, and it trembled slightly.

"On the day I was captured he asked me for a favor. It was the first time in four years he'd asked me for anything. He made me promise that if I came face to face with you that I'd fight until I couldn't any longer, and like an idiot I agreed. I was relieved when you weren't the one to catch me, but then I was told I'd be delivered to you. All I thought of was my Father, and the revenge he swore on you. I thought if I went through with it that he'd accept me as his daughter again.

"Something in me changed after I met you. All of the hate my Father passed on to me seemed to just fade away. You became less of someone I wanted to absolutely destroy you, and more of someone I could trust, and believe in so I let my guard down."

His eyes glimmered with emotion as he took in my words. He placed one frail, bony hand on mine, and I looked down at it.

"Let me be that person, Miya. I'm begging you for you to return that trust to me. I can explain everything if you allow me one chance."

I sighed, unsure of how to feel.

"I don't know. I-"

"Please, Miya."

His grip on my hand tightened as he pleaded.

"Okay," I exhaled, "fine."

He drew in a breath, and held it for several seconds as if he were concentrating deeply.

"Where would you like me to begin?" he asked.