A Day Out… and a Much Needed Check-up


"Hmm… it seems you don't have any further injuries… and we have no more questions for both free to go." Yamiyo sighed and nodded, standing up with Fumikage.

"Thank you sir." The Policeman nodded.

"Are you sure we don't need to call your parents?" Fumikage shook his head.

"They won't be able to pick us up at this hour." The lie rolld of his tongue flwlessly. The Policeman was silent for a moment.

"Alright then… be careful on your way home." Yamiyo nodded and waved over her shoulder as they began to walk away.

"We will!" She dropped her arm and gripped her shoulders. The ringing in her ears died down tremendously since the attack, although it was still faintly there, she could hear a lot better.

The siblings walked in silence, passing under the yelow halos casted by the streetlamps. Yamiyo looked at the sky, eyes scanning over the endless black and spotting a few small stars decorating the midnight blue.

"What do you think Aizawa-Sensei will do to punish us?" Fumikage shuddered, although she couln't tell if it was out of fear or beacuase of the chill night breeze.

"I hope to never find out." Yamiyo giggled half heartedly and stared at the ground stared at her expression and jumped at her before she could say anything.

"That was not your fault." Yamiyo met his ruby red eyes.

"It was my idea to ask Hawks to accompany us to the mall. If I hadn't come up ith the idea, Midoriya wouldn't have gotten attacked by Nariko and Shigaraki." Fumikage gripped her wrist.

"We don't know if it was-"

"It was Shigaraki! Midoriya said so himself…" Yamiyo trailed off and eyed her feet as she pushed forward. A moment of silence passed over them.

"Hey! Tokoyami, Yamiyo!" The siblings turned their heads to the street to see Midoriya peeking over the top of a car, waving his arm. The car slowled to a stop and Midoriya hopped out of the car, rushing over to the siblings. "Would you guys like a ride home? Especially since it's so dark?" Yamiyo chewed her lip and eyed Fumikage warily.

He had one arm around his stomach and his hands were shaking slightly. He was slightly hunched over and his body was slightly stiff. Not to mention his feathers were a bit more ruffled. Yamiyo nodded and smiled. "We would, thank you Midoriya." The boy's face redened a bit and he nodded, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"Wait.. is Inko-san in the car?" Yamiyo's tail began wagging, quickly singing side to side. Midoriya beamed and nodded. Yamiyo burst towards the car and knocked on the driverside window. For a moment, nothing happened, then the car door burst open and Ino-San wrapped Yamiyo in a tight hug. Yamiyo immediately hugged back and buried her face in the womans shoulder.

"Yamiyo, it's so nice to see you! The last time I did…" There as a pause before Inko-San pulled back and laied her hand on Yamiyo''s cheek, using her thumb to wipe away the stray tears. Yamiyo smiled and wiped away the repaining few tears.

"Thats in the past!" Inko-San nodded with glossy eyes and looked over Yamiyo's shoulder. She waved and smiled warmly.

"You must be Tokoyami?" He nodded and shifted his weight between his feet. Yamiyo raised her hands.

"I'm don't mean to be rude, but could we please go? We're feeling uneasy.." Yamiyo motioned to Fumikage and herself, and Inko popped up.

"Of course! I'm so sorry!" Inko-San bowed and spouted a few more apologies. She proceeded to open the backseat door. Yamiyo waved for Fumikage to follow her, and he did.

"I see where Midoriya gets it.." He stated as soon as they sat down in the car.

"What?"

"His habit of apologizing an exessive ammount." He muttered as the greenetts entered the car, Midoriya- er… Izuku sitting next to his mother.. Yamiyo giggled a bit and strapped herself in.

"Alright, how far is your house from here?" Fumikage thought for a second.

"Not too far, about a mile or two." Inko-San nodded and pulled away from the sidewalk. Yamiyo sighed and breathed in the familiar smell. She turned her head and stared out the window, watching the building zoom by and the lightposts flashed for about a second before dissapearing from sight.

"Hows school?" Yamiyo looked forward and saw Inko-Sans eyes looking at the rearview mirror, occasionally glancing at the road.

"It's going well. I'm learning better control of my quirk, the shadow one, not werewolf." Inko-San's eyes turned dull and upset.

"Did they lock up that man?" The words left Inko-San's mouth before she could stop herself, and immediately after, she clamped her mouth shut an focused her gaze on the road.

"He got away, like he always does." Yamiyo rubbed her eyes and rested her forehead on the back of Izuku's seat. "Don't start." She shot Fumikage a glance and she could tell he wanted to speak. She sighed and leaned back in her seat. "Please… I don't wanna talk about it." She rubbed her arms, "It was only about five years ago." Fumikage opened and closed his mouth before nodding and resting a hand on her shoulder.

"So.." Inko-San looked in the rearview mirror, a playful smirk on her face, "I know your a hero-in-training and all… but do you still sing?" Yamiyo's face flared up and she slapped her hands over her face.

"Inko-Saaaaannn!" Yamiyo hunched over, shakig her head slightly.

"Wait, you used to sing?!" Fumikage was baffled. Yamiyo noded into her hands.

"When I was four!" Inko-San hummed, and Yamiyo knew what she was going to say.

"I could've sworn I saw you through the window at the Karaoke Specialty a year or so ago though." Yamiyo groaned and she could hear Inko-San laugh.

"I don't sing anymore, I don't have enough time. Especially while were working on hero work more. And I don't want to draw unwanted attention from the wrong people." Yamiyo reasoned, finally looking up and staring at the space between the two front seats.

Inko-San sighed and gripped the stearing weel a bit tighter, stopping at a red light. She leaned agaist the seat and looked in the mirror.

"Theres always time to relax and have some fun." Yamiyo stared at her before smiling and nodding slightly. Fumikage leaned forward and pointed towards the road.

"Take this right, then the next left." Inko-San nodded and put the car in motion, the passengers including herself being pulled back slightly.

"How come your parents didn't come to pick you up- not that we mind!" Izuku quickly caught his almost-slip up. Yamiyo shared a look with Fumikage and nodded slightly.

"Their currently continuing their work in the US, they had to touch up upon some problems and take care of a few things." Inko-San's grip on the steering wheel tightened a bit.

"Overseas?" The siblings nodded.

"They should be back next month or so… but like last time, some more things could come up and keep them from coming back." Yamiyo rested her head on Fumikage's shoulder.

Silence floated around the car, nobody really knowing what to say. Yamiyo's eyes drooped slightly, then closed. A slight yawn coming out as a sigh.

She scooted closer to Fumikage to completely rest her head on him. She moved her shoulder out of the way, her arm falling next to his leg.

"You tired?" She cracked her eyes open a bit to see Izuku leaning towards the open space between him and Inko-San. Yamiyo nodded and opened her mouth in a broad yawn. She shifted her head and locked eyes with a ruby pair. She smiled and closed her eyes, fatigue hitting her harder than usual.

Before she fell asleep, she felt a hand intertwine with hers and another hand lay on her head.


"Fumikage, I'm back!" Yamiyo called out, closing the door behind her. A thin layer of sweat coated her skin from the morning run. Yamiyo shook her head and pulled the earbuds from her ears, wrapping them around her phone and shoving it in her pocket.

As she bent down to get her shoes off, Fumikage walked from a kitchen, an apple in hand. Without looking up, he tossed a white hand towel, which she caught with one hand.

She kicked off her remaining shoe and rubbed the hand towel over her face. She sighed and threw the towel over her shoulders, holding onto both ends.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be out in about twenty minutes." Fumikage nodded and took a bite out of his apple, walking into the living room.

When she was inside the bathroom, she closed and locked the door, quickly slipped out of her sweaty clothes and hopped into the shower.

Yamiyo finished washing the conditioner out of her hair and stared down at her hands. Her fingertips were still stained back, but it seemed to have spread to cover her entire fingertip and was going down to the middle knuckle.

Her fingers didn't feel any different other than them feeling a bit softer, but she was still worried about what it ment. She had never run into this before, and she hopes it will go away soon.

"Yamiyo?" Fumikage's voice called out along with a few knocks.

"Yeah!" She called out.

"Want to tell me why Bakugo is at our front door asking for you?" Yamiyo froze, hands still in her hair.

"What?!"

"I suggest you finish up quickly, he's in the living room." Yamiyo's mouth hung open.

"You let him in?!"

"Of course not! He shoved his way in!" Yamiyo groaned and shook her head, roughly running her hands through her hair and rubbing her ears.

"I'll be out in a few minutes, just let me get dressed. Lock and close the bedroom door before you leave." She reached and turned off the water. (Shes in the bathroom thats in her bedroom.)

"Alright, be quick before Dark Shadow throws a tantrum. He doesn't like Bakugo being here." Yamiyo agreed and shoof herself out. She waited to hear the click of the lock before getting out and drying off.

She slipped on her clothes and wrapped the shoulder length hair in a towel that rested on top of her head, it was slightly uncomfortable because of her ears, but she was used to it. She adjusted her sweatpants and pulled her loose t-shirt until the V-Neck wasn't exposing too much of her bra. She grabbed a roll of bandages and quickly wrapped up both of her hands to hide her blackened fingertips.

She quickly rubbed out her tail with a hand towel before slipping out of the bathroom. She jogged across the room to the locked door and flung it open after unlocking it.

She slid down the handrail to the first floor, and the moment her feet touched the ground, she smelt caramel. She ran a hand down her face and quickly made her to the archway that lead into the kitchen and living room.

She immediately saw the blonde standing by the door and stopped inside the arch, their eyes met. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"What?" Bakugo snapped, although it sounded less… feral? He still has his usual scowl, but it seemed more relaxed than normal.

"Well, it's not everyday the Katsuki Bakugo shows up at your doorstep." She leaned against the archway, head tilted. Bakugo huffed and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

"You didn't answer my texts, wanted to make sure you didn't up and die or something." Yamiyo raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe I couldn't answer because I was enjoying the time in the shower before you came?" She challenged, pointing to the towel on her head. Bakugo's eyes widened and he sharply turned his head to the side.

"Tch, maybe should've answered my calls, then I wouldn't have had to come here!" Yamiyo sighed.

"Thats on me, I wasn't paying much attention to my phone while I was running... but why did you come here anyway?" A slight red rose to Bakugo's face.

"Wanted to hang out.." He mumbled. Yamiyo was a bit taken back.

wasn't expecting that..

Me either.

Same here.

"Like hell you are!" Dark Shadow barked. Yamiyo looked in the living room and saw Fumikage standing at the foot of the couch, Dark Shadow popping out of his chest.

"Dark Shadow!" Fumikage scolded, pushing the entities head down. But Yamiyo could tell he wasn't on board with the idea either.

Yamiyo pushed off of the archway and planted a hand on her hip. "Why? Can't Kirishima hangout?" Bakugo met her gaze with a scowl on his face.

"He's out training with Dunce Face. Had nothing better to do." Yamiyo's tail twitched.

"Why do you think I don't have anything to do?"

"Do you?" Bakugo challenged. Yamiyo cursed under her breath.

"Let me change, I'll be out in a few minutes." A sly smirk spread across Bakugo's face. Dark Shadow looked less than pleased.

"You can't be serious!" Yamiyo glared at the shadow.

"Consider this revenge for eating the last Dorayaki! Don't start a fist fight while I'm changing! " She huffed before stomping back to her room, leaving the boys behind. Fumikage stared at Bakugo before crossing his arms.

"Why do you really want to 'hang-out' with her?" Bakugo glared at the boy.

"Didn't think of you as the overprotective brother type." He sneered. Fumikage crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly, Dark Shadow followed his movement with a growl.

"Well, now you can. Now why did you come here?" Fumikage demanded. Bakugo growled and glared at the ground, hands deep in his pockets.

"Thats none of your damn buisness, bird-brain!" He snapped. Fumikage glared.

"It is since it involves my sister." Bakugo growled and glared at the boy. "Whatever your planning, she can't accept it." Bakugo's nose flared and small pops danced in his upturned palms.

"Who are you to say she can't make her own decisions?!" Dark Shadow recoiled the slightest bit, Fumikage slightly flinching too. He didn't expect that reacting, he expected a question or two, but not him exploding. Well, he should've seen it coming… it is Bakugo after all.

"Why?" Bakugo looked confused.

"Why what?" He sneered.

"Why did you go right to defending her?" Bakugo was even more confused, lowering his hands.

"Wouldn't anyone?" He spat. Fumikage shook his head.

"Usually they are more curious about why and barely say anything about defending her, if they do at all." Dark Shadow growled.

"Unloyal meatbags-" Fumikage glared at the shadow before he could continue. He lifted his head and locked eyes with the hot head. He opened his beak, only for someone to walk through the threshold.

"Alright, I'm ready to go." Yamiyo ran her hands down the front of the baggy black t-shirt. If Fumikage were to guess, well… he didn't have to guess. He knew that she was wearing one of his shirts. A blue pair of slightly oversized ripped jeans were rolled up just below the knees and white socks rose to above her ankles.

She walked towards Bakugo and shook out her hair, getting out the remaining water droplets. Her tail floofed up before resettleing back to normal.

"Are you going to lecture me?" Yamiyo's eyes met with Fumikage. He huffed and waved his hand, turning away.

"As long as you come back in one piece, I don't care if you go out. Just be back before 10." Fumikage wandered into the kitchen and out of sight. Yamiyo stopped and looked to Bakugo then back to the kitchen.

"What the hell?" Yamiyo's eyebrows wrinkled with confusion.

"I suggest you leave, I can't keep Dark Shadow tame for long periods of time." Fumikage called out from the kitchen. Without missing a beat, Yamiyo slid into her sneakers and grabbed Bakugo by the elbow, dragging him out.

"Bye Fumi! Bye Dark Shadow!" Yamiyo quickly closed the door after Dark Shadows shout of anger.

She grabbed Bakugo by the elbow and began quickly running away from the house, dragging him with her. Bakugo was able to match pace with her and follow her until they rounded the corner at the end of the street.

"Why did we run?" Bakugo demanded, pulling his arm from Yamiyo's grasp.

"Just because the door was closed doesn't mean Dark Shadow couldn't stop us." Yamiyo looked over her shoulder before walking forward, shoving her hands in her pockets. Bakugo waited a moment before trailing after her. Long silence fell over them.

"So, where are we going?" Yamiyo asked out of the blue.

"Eh?"

"Where are we going? Because I sure as hell don't know." Bakugo grumbled and stepped slightly in front of her.

"Arcade?" Yamiyo stopped in her tracks. Bakugo took a few more strides before he, too, stopped and looked back at her only to see Yamiyo with her arms crossed.

"You don't even know, do you?"

"Tch." Bakugo tore his gaze away and stared at the ground. Yamiyo grumbled something under her breath and made a split second disicion.

Yamiyo started walking and when passing Bakugo, grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him again.

"Let go!" Bakugo snarled, wretching out of Yamiyo's grasp, but he continued to follow her.

"I haven't eaten anything yet. I got a cafe in mind but we have to take the train." Yamiyo turned to Bakugo. "Your paying."

"What?! Why?!"

"My wallet is still hurting from the last time I went out with you and the group." Yamiyo stated, a smile on her face. Bakugo grumbled and shoved his hands in his pocket.

Yamiyo chuckled to herself and reached for her wrist, pulling off a pastel blue hair elastic. She grabbed her hair and began putting it in a short ponytail. When she finished, a dark black streak of hair cut through the main color, chocolate brown.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yamiyo watched Bakugo fall into step beside her. His face was neutral, not angry or calm, but somewhere inbetween.

Smitten.

Excuse me?!

Your both smitten.

It's obvious.

I can't believe this, your both tag teaming me?!

Come on, Yamiyo! It's so obvious!

I don't feel that way!

Really?

Yes!

Challenge accepted. (Yami and Aneko both said it at the same time)

Yamiyo was about to snap back at Yami, but something caught her foot. It felt like she caught her shoe on an exposed root.

With a yelp, Yamiyo lurched forward, gravity pulling her down.

She quickly flipped so her chest was up and her shadow rose about an inch off the concrete, ready to catch her.

A shadow moved in front of her and an arm wrapped around the middle of her back. She froze for a moment, stunned and slightly surprised.

She stared up at Bakugo squinting her eyes. At that moment, she was very glad the sun was shining right in her face as warmth was creeping to her cheeks.

"The hell was that?!" Yamiyo raised her head a bit and saw a tree on the edge of the sidewalk and a root was making a little half loop above the ground, right in the middle of the walkway.

I seriously thought you did that Yami, horrible timing on my part.

It was me, how do you think the root became exposed?

I didn't think you'd do that! I don't want you destroying anything!

"Dumb tree root." Yamiyo grumbled. She put her feet on the ground and let Bakugo pull her back to her feet. She turned her face away and stared ahead of them, ignoring the people walking by and flashing her smiles or giggles.

With her back to Bakugo, she raised a hand over her eyes to block out the sun and caught a glimse of the train station.

"The train is right up ahead. C'mon, I don't wanna miss it because of you being slow." Yamiyo quickly speedwalked away, the red in her cheeks dying down. Aneko felt her unease.

It's okay.

I don't want to be smitten… I don't wanna be in another relationship.

Whats wrong with that?

I might just be left in the dirt again, thats what! I might just be left behind beause I screwed up or said the wrong thing or made a bad decision-

Okay, okay, slow down. Theres a very little chance that will happen again-

Thats the thing! There is a chance!

Thats not what she meant-

I don't care! I'm not going to fall for someone again! I can't!

"Oi pup, were here, you can stop walking now." Yamiyo froze and turned around, seeing that Bakuo was a few feet away from her and was waiting for the next train to arrive.

Yamiyo grumbled and moved to his side. She picked at the edge of the bandages coating her hands and keeping the skin from view.

Her tail twitched and she looked around, interlocking her hands behind her back.

"You said were going to a cafe, right?" Yamiyo looked to Bakugo and noded. "Whats the name?"

Amiyo thought for a moment. "I believe it's called the Golden Mug." (I'm not good at making up names, sue me)

"Never heard of it."

"A good ammout of people haven't, since it opened up about a year or two ago now. I only know because a good friend of mine brught me there. It has really good food and drinks." Yamiyo sighed and looked at the sky, watching the clouds roll across the blue background.

The loud sound of metal against metal brought Yamiyo's attention to the tracks in front of her. She watched as the train slowly came to a loud stop and opened it's doors, letting off a flood of passengers. Yamiyo and Bakugo barely had enough time to scramble into the metal box.

The duo plopped down in the first two open seats they saw and sat in silence, Yamiyo by the window and Bakugo in the isle. They sat in silence until the train started moving and the people around them began talking.

"Whats with your hands?" Yamiyo stared at Bakugo then back to her hands.

"Recovery Girl was afraid they would get infected so she had me keep them on until they heal properly." Yamiyo's heart started lightly thrumming against her ribcage.

"Really?" Yamiyo nodded, then yelped.

Bakugo gripped her right wrist and began quickly undoing the bandages. Yamiyo used her freehand to try and stop Bakugo, but he quickly gave up with unwrapping and just pulled them off her hand from the wrist.

Yamiyo's ears fell and she tugged her hand away, reaching for the bandaes Bakugo gripped in his palm.

"What the hell happened?!" Bakugo growled lowly, grabbing her hand back and examining it more closely. Yamiyo pushed her hand closer to Bakugo andpulled his shoulder to hide the view of her hand.

"I don't know. I have no clue what this is."

"Does it hurt? It almost looks like frostbite." Yamiyo shook her head and flexed her fingers, even pulling out her claws.

"No, it just feels softer than usual. It wasn't this bad when I found out." Yamiyo pulled her hand away and snatched the bandages away from Bakugo. "All I know is that I don't want anyone else finding out. I don't know if it's hinting at a new weakness to be exploited by the wrong people, or a weird… drawback." Yamiyo sighed in relief when her hand was covered up.

"Have you seen it like this before?" Yamiyo shook her head.

"No, Yami may know, but if she did know what it was, she didn't say anything about it when I first saw this happening." Bakugo's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yami?"

"Shes like my second… personality? I don't even know what she is exactly." Yamiyo shrugged.

Rude!

It's true though!

Bakugo huffed and leaned back in his seat. "The food better be worth it." Yamiyo smiled faintly.

"Trust me, it is."


"I would like some… Soba please." Yamiyo folded the menu and passed it to the waitress. She jotted down her order and looked at Bakugo.

"And you sir?"

"Spicy Ramen." He handed her the menue.

Yamiyo sighed and leaned back into the chair. Bakugo and Yamiyo had chosen a two-seater table, as most of the other tables were already taken.

"Your quirk."

"Eh?" Yamiyo stared at bakugo blankly.

"During the Final Exam with Deku, you changed into a wolf." Yamiyo nodded. "But you were a lot bigger?" Yamiyo lightly scratched the scar of her face.

"I am able to grow and shrink when I change into a Wolf, but it takes a lot of energy. Sometimes I'll be stuck as the wolf until I get some rest, that happened when I was experiencing with this and was an actual wolf pup for too long. Although it was fun to be a tiny wolf pup, I could get under the couch and find the best small hiding spots." Yamiyo chuckled ightly atthe memory.

"What other things can you do with your wolf quirk?" Yamiyo raised an eyebrow at Bakugo.

"Is this an interview now?" Bakugo scoffed and turned to look out the window, a scowl on his face. A small moment of silence passed over them.

"No, I can do a few more things." Yamiyo swirled the straw in her water, the ice cube tinking against the glass cup. "I can elongate my canines and theres a 'form' inbetween a wolf and me right now. Although I don't know how to turn into that one, Yami does but refuses to tell me." Yamiyo huffed.

And I never will, it's my little trick!

You always say shes not ready to know..?

S-Shut up!

"But other than those abilities, I don't know any other ones, if you count having random growl spurts every now and then." Yamiyo shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Yamiyo smirked.

"You didn't notice? I barely have to look up to talk to you, but I'm still a little shorter than you, as I may be if I don't grow again." She stared at Bakugo who had gone silent. She could almost hear the next question before he even said it.

"What about your other quirk?"

Yamiyo stared at the table for a long time. It wasn't a sensitive subject, but why was she having a hard time answering?

"As you have seen, I'm able to control shadows as well as control and create darkness from my body. But, because of that, the darkness I don't use thats still in my body all gathers to my lungs for some reason. Other than the abilities you have seen, I haven't explored Shadow Mending much to learn anything significant about it." Yamiyo chewed the inside of her lip and looked out the window, watching people walk ny.

"What about you? How are your parents?" Yamiyo turned back to Bakugo, a small sme on her face. She hadn't seen his parents in years, and it would be nice to find out how they have been doing.

Bakugo scoffed. "Their alright, I guess. The old hags breathing down my neck more so than usual after she saw you at the Sports Festoval." Bakugo growled.

Yamiyo tilted her head. "How come?" Bakugo glared at the table.

"They thought you were dead. They went told anything about what happened to you or if you survived the attack or not." Yamiyo's eyes widened and her gaze slowly turned to the table.

"Did you… think I was dead?" Yamiyo looked back up at Bakugo, who answered almost immediately.

"Of course not! Even when we were four, I knew you could handle yourself. A puny villain attack couldn't bring you down, only I'm allowed to beat you." Bakugo smirked and Yamiyo giggled a bit.

"Thank you.." Yamiyo reached across the table and laid her hands over Bakufo's. His smile fell and his face returned to being that 'calm neutral'.

Yamiyo saw something move out of the corner of her eye, and she turned to see the waitress returning to their table with their meals in her hands.

"Soba?" Yamiyo pulled her hand away and raised it in the air slightly. The waitress put the bowl in front of Yamiyo and the other bowl with the Spicy Ramen in front of Bakugo.

"Thank you." The waitress placed two pairs of chopsticks on the table and bowed.

"No problem. Enjoy the food!" The waitress walked away to help with other customers. Yamiyo then began to eat, using the wooden chopsticks given to her.

She looked back to Bakugo and they locked eyes. Yamiyo flashed a smile and continued eating, Bakugo following suit shortly after.


"Ah, that was so good!" Yamiyo had her hands behind her head in a lazy fashion. They had just left the cafe and were making their

"Tch, I've had better." Bakugo grumbled.

"How come you finished the ramen then?" Bakugo glared at her.

"I was hungry, idiot!" Bakugo snarled.

"But you basically cleaned the bowl." Yamiyo laughed as Bakugo grolwed and stared at the ground.

Yamiyo looked at the sky, a content smile on her face. She sighed and closed her eyes, absorbing in the sound of birds chirping.

Yamiyo jumped slightly when a hand began rubbing her ear. Once she realized who was doing it and what was happening, she leaned into the touch and sighed calmly.

"My god, it's like an off switch." Bakugo snorted. Yamiyo huffed and pouted.

They fell back into a silent walkthat didn't last too long. Yamiyo's phone started going off, vibrating in her pocket and playing the automatic ringtone it comes with.

She pulled out her phone, pulling away from Bakugo. She looked at the name and immediately answered it.

"Hey Fumi, whats up?"

"You gotta get back now."

"What, why?"

"Haruki is here for your meeting… checkup? You get the idea."

Yamiyo nearly dropped her phone, eyes wide. "What?! Oh my god.. I completely forgot! I'm on my way!" Yamiyo hung up and shoved her phone in her pocket.

She turned to Bakugo sharply. "'M going to run ahead, keep your phone on and messages with me open!" Yamiyo spitballed, running off and waved over her shoulder.

I'm going to make this more entertaining than waiting a goddamn 5 minutes.

She looked back to a stunned Bakugo and cupped her hands around her mouth, momentarily running backwards. "Sit on a window seat!" He shouted something back, but Yamiyo was already running.

Yamiyo took a sharp turn and bolted away from the trainstation, sprinting down the sidewalk and avoiding people as best as she could, but they still slowed her down a lot.

Roof.

Yamiyo nodded to herself and turned down the closest alleyway… and nearly slammed into someone. She sidestepped an slid against the wall before falling on her back.

She did a kip up and started scaling the closest wall, claws leaving small holes in the side. "I'm sorry!" She looked over her shoulder real quick and noted the spikey black hair and piercing teal blue eyes which sent a chill through her body.

Creep…

Watch for guys like that.

Oh yeah, I was going to become friends with the guy and tell him all of my secrets and become 'best buds'. I already know Aneko.

HAH! She gets that sarcasm from you, ya know.

Once Yamiyo made it to the edge of the roof, she gripped the ledge and kicked off the wall. She raised her body and was diong a handstand before falling backwards and rolling along the hard roof and popping back up.

Go straight.

Yamiyo didn't quiston it and turned back to the ledge. She sprinted forward and jumped the gap, her shadow giving her a bit of a boost so she didn't miss.

She continued this until she was nearing close to the last building and the train tracks. She silently cursed.

What train will be going along the tracks again?

The one you were just on, why?

I think I know what your plan is.

Yamiyo truend right and jumped off the front of the roof, if she was caught she was so going to be in trouble. She tucked in her legs and pulled her arms back. Shadows cralwed up the walls of the building and gathered on the ledge. With one quick movement, she spread her arms out wide, as if going to give a hug.

The Shadows shot out and wrapped around her middle and pulled her to the ledge of the roof and she bolted, casting the shadows back to ther places.

She jumped along the roofs until she saw the tracks again. She jumped to the roof closest to the traintracks and started running beside them.

She ran for she doesn't know how long until she felt the tracks beside her start to vibrate and rumble. She looked over her shoulder and saw the train coming in fast.

She whipped out her phone and started typing, slowing down so she doesn't mess up. It wasn't a super fast train, but it was enough to go past her with little trouble. If she was wrong about the windows, she will just cling to the side until she could jump off.

She put her phone away and stared at the tunnel ahead. She pulled at the shadows and launched herself into the tunnel and continued to run down the little ledge along the wall.

She felt her phone going off will multiple text messages. She looked over her shoulder and, thankfully, saw a window swing open and an arm stick out.

Yamiyo stopped and waited, holding her arm up. She flinched slightly at the loud sound of the train but kept her focus. When the train broke through the beginning of the tunnel, she watched the hand get closer and a few cars go by.

She jumped slightly and gripped the hand in an ironclad grip. The person with their arm out was pulled slightly, having to press their hand against the top of the open window to keep themselves from falling out. She reached for the window and grabbed onto it, locking eyes with a crimson pair and smirking.

Bakugo helped pull her into the train. Once she was seated beside him, he slammed the window closed and glared at her harshly. "Your crazy."

Yamiyo smirked. "A good crazy." She huffed. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. She heard a few claps from the people in the train and waved.

"You could've just waited for the goddamn train!" Bakugo shouted. Yamiyo leaned back into the seat.

"I wanted to be extra though. And that was a lot more fun than waiting around for five minutes." Bakugo shoved her shoulder and she snickered. He pulled away and started rubbing his left arm.

"Sorry if that hurt." Bakugo glared at her.

"It didn't hurt, just wasn't expecting it." He snarled. Yamiyo sighed and shifted in her seat so her legs were resting on the armrest on the lane. She pressed her back to Bakugo's side and breathed deeply for a few minutes. Although she can last longer than the average person while running, she could still get winded, especially after she used her quirk.

She sighed and let her head lean back onto Bakugo's shoulder. "I admit, it was meaningless to do, but it was fun." Yamiyo smiled lightly and closed her eyes, drowning out all other sounds but her beating heart.

She completely missed when Bakugo stiffened and started to blush the smallest bit.


"Bye Bakugo!" Yamiyo waved over her shoulder before walking into the house and closing the door behind her. "Fumikage, I'm back!" Yamiyo slipped off her shoes and wandered into the living room.

She wasn't surprised at all when she found Haruki drinking some tea and talking to Fumikage with Dark Shadow on her lady turned to Yamiyo with a smile. Yamiyo noticed that she didn't have her visor and she was wearing casual clothes. A pair of washed jeans and a simple wheat knitted sweater, and her reddish-brown hair was pulled into a low bun.

"Hello Yamiyo! Please, take a seat." Yamiyo did as she was told and sat in the indicated armchair. Yamiyo held her hand out, ready to take Haruki's and just get it over with. Haruki laughed a bit. "No, were not going to do that today."

Yamiyo stared at Haruki and slowly lowered her arm. Dark Shadow floated away from Haruki and over to Yamiyo. Dark Shadow laid his head on yamiyo's shoulder, his claws wrapped around her stomach. It looked like he was hugging her from behind.

"Then.. what are we doing?" Haruki's light gray eyes squinted as she faced the coffee table in front of her. She slowly brought the cup down, almost missing the table entirely. Once the cup was safely on the table, she sat up straight and folded her hands on her lap.

"Were just going to talk. No memories, no past experiences, just talking." Yamiyo tilted her head, a bit skeptical. Haruki smiled. "Let's see… what can't you do?"

Yamiyo chewed her lip. "I can't swim?" Haruki looked a little surprised.

"How come?"

Yamiyo shrugged. "I forgot how to. I haven't been to a pool or beach for a long time. But I do remember Bakugo and Midoriya trying to teach me the 'Doggy-Paddle'. They wern't very good teachers." Yamiyo laughed a little bit.

"I can see that- not literally." Yamiyo giggled and Haruki laughed a bit. "What bout your eyesight? I was talking to Chiyo, trying to get your appearence, and I was told you were missing a pupil?"

Yamiyo nodded. "Good question. Although it seems like I'm missing it, I do have it, but it's very very faded. It's kinda hard to see out of it, everything is a little fuzzy and it's hard to pick up bright or bold colors. But, I'm used to it and it doesn't really bother me as much as it did when it happened." Yamiyo explained. Haruki nodded.

"This is for both of you. What are your hobbies? Do you play instruments? Do sports?" Yamiyo nodded, then felt bad.

"We do. I used to play Guitar, but I stopped after the F chord defeated me." Haruki hummed.

"That is a hard string to play." Yamiyo had to stop herself from nodding again.

"I did play guitar at one point, Fumikage taught me. But once everything started getting crazy, I stopped. I do run and keep up a good exercise and training plan." Haruki nodded and made a slight thinking face.

"Dark Shadow is your quirk, yes? From what I experienced so far, hes playful-"

"He is not. He's a little devil." Yamiyo snorted and Haruki giggled. Dark Shadow shouted in protest at Fumikage's words.

"Am not!"

"Don't even start." Fumikage warned. "I have video evidence of you messing up the house." Dark Shadow grumbled and buried his face in Yamiyo's neck.

"Hes being mean."

"Is he?" Dark Shadow nodded. Yamiyo stiffled her laughter. She pointed to Dark Shadow and brought her hands up and wiped her face with closed fists. Fumikage covered his beak and leaned closer to Haruki, wispering something to her so Dark Shadow couldn't hear.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Hit him!"

Yamiyo couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing and pulled Dark Shadow from her shoulder, laying him on her lap. He fussed and squirmed under her hands. Almost immediately, Haruki laughed with Yamiyo and Fumikage let out a few chuckles.

The rest of the time Haruki was there passed on similarly. She would ask questions, Yamiyo and Fumikage woul answer them, Dark Shadow sometimes answering as well or butting in to 'correct' their answers. Yamiyo didn't notice that the questions turned a bit more personal and she would answer them without any problems or thinking over her answers.

Yamiyo wasn't sure why, but talking to Haruki made her feel more calm and made her open up a bit more about her doubts and feelings. Yamiyo barely even noticed that she was saying more about her personal life that what she would say to any of her friends.

Although Yamiyo didn't know Haruki that well, she felt… safe when talking to Haruki, calm and happy even. In the time Yamiyo and Fumikage were talking with Haruki, Yamiyo had completely relaxed and forgot about all the bad things. The villains, Kage, Nariko, everything. All she felt was tranquil and all she thought about was what question would Haruki ask next.


-=(+)=- In Yamiyo's Mind -=(+)=-

"Wow.. shes really relaxing." Yami observed.

"She is." Aneko agreed. The two had retreated to a part in Yamiyo's mind where she couldn't overhear the two conversing. It was like a silent room where they could watch and hear what Yamiyo saw and heard.

Yami leaned against the dark walls of the small room. Yami's black smokey/solid body moved endlessly. After the hips, her body faded until it was just a whisp, she didn't have legs or feet, she opted to floating around. Her 'hair' floated straight up above her, almost as if she was underwater and sinking. Since she was more so like a shadow, clothes wern't really nessisary ince she didn't have anything to reveal. Yami's pure white eyes shifted to the glowing figure beside her.

Aneko sighed and turned to lock eyes with Yami, her glowing beige eyes boring into Yami's pure white. Unlike Yami, Aneko wore faded white clothes that seemed to float around her semi translucent body. Aneko tore an almost invisible hand through her extremely light bonde hair. From her ebows down, it faded until it was completely transparent, same with her feet, pants, and shoes.

Aneko sighed and laughed lightly. "I want to be the one talking to her… I miss seeing her in person." Yami rolled eher eyes and floated closer, but still staying an arm's length away.

"When you get stronger, you can finally leave me the hell alone and be out there talking to Yamiyo." Yami huffed.

Aneko shook her head. "Thats not going to happen for a while, and you know it. The only way for me to speed up the process would be to drain Yamiyo's energy tremendously, and I wouldn't do that to her. Especially not now." Aneko stated, sadly.

"Oh come on, you know it won't hurt her. So she'll be knocked out for a few days, boo-hoo. At least you'll be out there with her!" Yami pointed to the window-like vision they saw, it was exactly what yamiyo was seeing and looking at.

Aneko shook her head. "I would rather generate my strength by myself, not leeching off of others. It's not what I do as a hero." Yamiyo snorted.

"Hero, Villain, same thing isn't it?" Aneko's eyebrow twitched. Although Yami was incredibly inteligent, she failed to see the bigger picture.

"Villains are those who have no problem killing to get what they want. They will force society to bend to their will and will stop at nothing to be the one on top. Since us heroes are here, we are able to keep peace and hold back those who want to destory that pace and kill possibly millions to mend the world to their liking." Aneko hissed.

Yamiyo huffed and shurgged, turning her back to Aneko and floating into the deeper parts of Yamiyo's mind. "Whatever, still the same to me. Lemmie know when something interesting happens."

Once Yami was gone, Aneko took a calming breath and walked closer to the 'mirror'. "Soon Yamiyo." Aneko placed her hand on the mirror, a warm white stretching from her touch. "I'll get to see you again, I hope your not mad about my decision. I deeply regret it… but I will make sure we are reunited. I promise."


18 Pages.

Eight. Teen. Pages. And this isn't even part of the Camp Chapters!

*Breaths*

I hope you found this chapter… entertaining. I will admit, the train thing was a little far fetched, but I felt very energenic while writing it and I decided to put it in.

Alright! Next chapter, Camp starts!

See youuuuu…. Next Chapter!