Her body hit the small concrete steps with a fatal sounding crack. There were scraps of her shirt's bloodstained pink fabric littered around her, a sinister confetti falling from her assailant's hand above. They said, "Have fun here!" and blew her a kiss, skipping away into the darkness that was falling over her eyes.

A low voice saying, "Hey, who's this? Does anyone know?" forced her mind to reconnect with her body. There was the sound of a metal cap coming loose and a collection of bending knees, creasing trouser leg joints. She opened her eyes and was confused about what was in front of her: a big group of people, costumed, young.

"Have I been… let go?" She croaked, towards none of them. Her voice sounded old, unoiled. It matched the ache in her legs, her torso, her hands. "Sorry… Don't hurt me."

She could only see bent knees as her eyes drooped dangerously close to closed, and a blue pair of them approached her first. "We won't," the knee's owner said. "Are you hurt?"

She took in a big breath, and a fizz began to envelope her ears. "Yeah…"

"Can you show me where?" Blue Knees said.

She moved her arm away from the ripped edges of her shirt. A stab wound pulsed gently, leaking blood onto the steps.

"Sorry," she said, a snag in her unused voice. Then she fainted.

Next time she woke, she faced a collection of couches and distressed faces. Her lungs were clawing for air and she spluttered when they finally snatched up some. Moving from her back to her left side, she felt a papery constraint against her lower belly and it made her gag. "Fuck. What the fuck." Then she said, "Who has the blue knees?"

A girl with a black ponytail was directly in front of her face and breathed the words, "Sorry, what?" onto her, wiping a cloth over her forehead at the same time. "Please relax a little more. Todoroki found you and brought you in, do you mean him?"

Another voice said, "His suit is blue…"

"Tell him thanks. I think I'm gonna faint again. Or be sick."

Ponytail Girl held her firmly against the couch cushions. "He went with some others to get our teacher and nurse not long ago. He'll be back soon! You'll be able to thank him yoursel– oh!"

The sounds of doors and footsteps were loud, and she flinched away from them into Ponytail Girl's hands.

"How is she?"

"Just woke up, still bleeding I think. I did what I could, I – I don't really know how–"

"That's alright. Thank you, I'm sure Recovery Girl can manage. Here, let me do that instead."

"Oh, thank you. Here."

There was an unpleasant squelching noise as the flannel was passed from one hand to the next. There was also an unpleasant squelching noise coming from someone's mouth, but after it was done, she felt better.

"Oh, hey. It's Blue Knees. Thank you." She said, after the hands she had been hiding behind had been taken away. She felt better, sure, but still a little hazy. There was a lazy tone to her words, like she had convinced herself she was dreaming.

"What? 'Blue Knees'? My knees aren't blue, miss. They're the same colour as the rest of my skin." He looked puzzled, almost taken aback.

"She called you that before. I think she only saw your costume."

"Oh." He turned to face her, cloth in hand. "What's your name? Mine is Todoroki, not Blue Knees."

She started, a vicious slap from her panic attacked her insides. Her eyes pulsed wider than she remembered them ever feeling, and she saw a lot more of her surroundings in that beat: so many people, looking at her, confused. As confused as she was. "I don't know."

"That makes it harder for me," a grouchy-looking man in a scarf said. "Do you know where you are, miss, or how you got here?"

She shook her head, breathing heavier.

"Are you sure?" He asked her again, with an unflinching stare this time. His hair stood up on end – she wondered if it was supposed to.

"Yeah… I don't know anything." Her arms pushed her up to sit, the papery bandages falling away in various shades of a maroon-inspired brown.

"Midoriya found this under you, after Todoroki brought you in, so we're on our guard against you." He said, very factually, almost as if he didn't hold her suspicion against her. Holding out a small piece of paper that was also bloodstained, she stared at it as it said, in harsh scribbles: NEXT TIME, IT'LL BE ONE OF YOU LOT. LOVE FROM, THE LEAGUE.

It meant nothing to her. "I don't know what this means."

A boy was loudly losing his temper in another room. "Does she know anything at all? This seems like a waste of our time."

She looked at Recovery Girl, a question in the angle of her eyebrow. The old lady said, "Your body is fine, but your mind isn't. What have you been through, lately?"

"I – Someone was hurting me. I don't know why. Am I okay?"

"It's hard to say. Yes and no."

"Oh. Sorry." She looked at Todoroki, who was crouched in front of her knees. "Sorry. Thanks for helping."

"Oh – That's fine."

Grouchy Man with the Scarf sat down next to her. "Do you recognise any of these faces?" He flipped his phone screen towards her, a collection of faces in an article looking back at her. A man who needed to moisturise, someone made of purple cloud, a girl who looked young, knock-off Spiderman.

"No."

"Do you have a Quirk?"

"A what?"

It felt like a knife flew through the room. Some people covered their mouths. Some people's forehead's began to twitch. The older lady said, "Memory loss?" to Grouch. "If she was being hurt on purpose then I suppose she could have suffered so much that she's repressed her trauma, perhaps also her Quirk? If she had one."

"Hey!" Someone shouted, coming through a door she couldn't see. "We made tea. I know it's late but we thought it might help her!" A hand placed a cup in front of her, and when she saw who it belonged to, she screamed.

His green hair was big, almost puffier than she thought she recalled, and he was smiling a great big grin right into her face. She knew that look meant she was in danger. She flung Todoroki away from her knees, slapped Ponytail Girl's soft hands away from her and scrambled across the floor. It was ungraceful and full of terror: her legs were shaking, the weight on her thighs jiggling even when she was standing still on the other side of the room. Opposing everyone, who stared at her in shock.

"I'm sorry, did I get to close? I – I didn't mean – mean to scare you, I th–thought–"

She flinched when he spoke. There were tears in her eyes and a collapse beginning in her lungs. "Please don't hurt me. Is that how I got here, so you could hurt me in front of people this time? Not again, please, don't–"

Everyone looked taken aback, staring at her like she was crazy. There were chirps throughout the crowd they'd formed: "Midoriya would never." "Midoriya could never." "She can't be serious." "She must be confused."

Grouchy Man said, "No one is going to hurt you here, alright?"

"That's a lie! One of your own has been hurting me for MONTHS!"

"Midoriya has been with us," Todoroki said, taking a tentative step forward. "We're studying at UA, you were right outside our dorms. He never went anywhere without at least one of knowing, especially in the last few months."

"He's the one who stabbed me! I know it, I remember it! He did this to me–" she curled up her trouser leg with urgency, showing a scar in the shape of an I and M, with a small scratched heart next to it.

A taller boy with glasses said, "Those… are initials… Midoriya?"

Midoriya began his defence, it was high pitched and panic stricken. She didn't care to hear it, sinking down behind the couch instead, palms over ears. Panting, thinking about how to escape. Blue knees came into view and sat down next to her.

"Sorry to ask you this, but could you elaborate a little more for me? We're all very confused."

She was a snotty mess, but the ebb of heat coming from his left side was wafting over her, easing her tension. "I remember… some stuff now. He's been hurting me for… six months, maybe? Said it was practice torture, everyday I'd get cut or beat and I just–"

Shouting was starting from the other side of the couch. A small war breaking out in this big room. She flinched and hid in her own lap. "I have to leave."

Grouchy Man joined the shouting. "THAT IS ENOUGH. We'll talk to the principal tomorrow morning and see if we can find out anything else with the rest of the heroes pitching in. In the meantime, GO TO BED. Midoriya, I know you mean well, but stay away from this. I hate to say it, but you approaching her might make things worse if she's come from The League. We still don't have enough information. Now, GO UPSTAIRS."

From behind her hands, she said, "Blue Knees, who is that man?"

"Aizawa, our teacher."

"Ah. I'll have to talk to him before I leave."

"Where can you go?"

Aizawa found them behind the couch. "She can't really go anywhere, with memory loss like that. Have you remembered anything else, your name maybe?"

She shook her head.

"Is there something you want to be called?"

"Oh… He only used to call me curse words… I don't know…"

"We'll nickname you Aylin?" Todoroki suggested. "It's to do with the moon, and the moon was out when we found you."

"Sure." She said. Aylin said. It felt ingenuine, but there was nothing to be done about it.

"Todoroki, you're babysitter for tonight," Aizawa said, stretching as he stood. "Set up a bed on these couches. I'll keep this note and talk to the principal in the
morning. Bring her to school with you, she'll need to meet the teachers."

"Yes, sir," he said to Aizawa's retreating back. Then, "Come on. Do you need something to eat or drink before bed?"

"Eat… I want to eat. I haven't had…"

"Come on, then. It's okay. Let's go."

I haven't written anything like this in years. Forgive me if I'm a little rusty.
The name means: "A Turkish name that means "moon halo." Folklore says that when a halo appears around the moon, stormy weather is coming up - and this is often proved to be true."