-Toshinori's POV-

I was pulling into the parking lot of U.A. just as we were finishing our argument. Looking over, I saw Kaera passed out with her wallet open in her lap and a pained expression on her face. Shit!

Without hesitation, I unbuckled Kaera before getting out of the car and getting her out too, holding her close to my chest as I ran to recovery Girl's office, Kaera still clutching her wallet. When we reached Recovery Girl's office, the heroine herself took one look at me with Kaera in my arms before shaking her head with a sigh as she had me place Kaera on the bed inside before shoving Kaera's wallet into my hand and shoving me out of the office, closing the door behind me.

Sighing in concern, I slid to the floor, looking at Kaera's wallet that was wide open. I was fixing to close it when the photo caught my attention. Curiosity overwhelming my guilt for being nosey, I removed the photo get a closer look.

In the photo was a young child with dark brown wavy hair and tanned skin. She was passed out and looked like she may have been sick if the bags under the child's closed eyes were any indication. She was an adorable kid, but that's not what caught my attention the most.

Holding the young girl was Kaera, but she looked so different. Her normally neat curly strawberry blonde hair was in a messy bun, with pieces sticking out in all different directions. She was wearing large round silver glasses, but they didn't hide the obvious dark circles under her eyes. She was quite obviously much heavier than she was now, and I found myself shocked by the weight loss. She was wearing an oversized white v-neck shirt and some baggy gray pants.

What shocked me more than anything was her smile. Even though her eyes were closed, the smile was on her face, though small, lit up the whole photo. Out of curiosity, I turned over the photo and saw two sets of writing: One in English and one in a language I didn't recognize.

Rose (22yrs) and Isha (2yrs) Chandrudu

గులాబీ & ఇషా చంద్రుడు

"What the hell are you doing with that?!" I heard an angry voice yell from behind me. Quickly putting the photo back where I found it, I turned to see a very pissed Kaera behind me. Part of me was really happy to see her standing on her own two feet again, but that happiness was quickly replaced by concern as her eyes began turning white and the hallway suddenly became unbearable hot.

"Kaera, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pry. I just saw the photo, and my curiosity got the best of me," I apologized quickly as I reached out to grab her arm to calm her down.

"Don't fucking touch me, Toshinori!" she all but screamed as flames began to erupt from her back; however, as soon as they appeared, the flames disappeared, and Kaera's eyes returned to their normal emerald color.

"Does anyone care to explain to me what the hell is going on here?" I looked over to see Aizawa Shota, aka Eraserhead, approaching us, his eyes red and his hair defying gravity, indicating that he was using his quirk.

"None of your damn business. More importantly, U.A. needs to work on its security if some high as fuck emo hobo was able to breach it," Kaera retorted with a glare in the underground hero's direction. I sighed. This was quickly turning into a real mess.

Laughter was heard from behind Aizawa as none other than Present Mic came up beside the scruffy haired hero, putting an arm around his shoulder.

"Man, high as fuck emo hobo! She got you there, Shota!" Mic laughed before turning to us, "Oh hey, All Might! This pretty listener with you? What's got her so mad?" I chuckled nervously at his question as Kaera's glare, now directed at me, intensified.

"Uhhh… Yes. She's with me. Eraser, Mic, this is my neighbor Tsukibara Kaera," I answered, choosing to ignore his last question before focusing on Aizawa, whose eyes and hair were back to normal, "Thanks, Eraser. As you can see, Kaera struggles to control her quirk, and it can actually injure her. So thank you for stopping her." Kaera looked at me in surprise before turning to the other two in surprise.

"So you're telling me that the hobo and emo boy band wannabe are heroes?" she asked in English, turning back to me. I facepalmed at this.

"Actually, we're pro heroes and teachers at this school. My name is Hizashi Yamada. I'm an English teacher here," Present Mic answered, a kind smile still on his face, "This is Shota Aizawa. He's one of the homeroom teachers for the hero course."

"Well crap," Kaera muttered, clearly embarrassed, "Well thanks for stopping my quirk, but in my defense, Toshinori, started it. Effing nosey blonde." I blinked in surprise at this completely different side of her. She was not normally quite this expressive, but I had to admit, it was a nice change, if not a bit intimidating.

"Why are you here?" Aizawa asked, clearly getting tired of the whole thing.

"She was getting healed by Recovery Girl. She was held hostage in a bank robbery a few weeks back and was shot three times. There were some injuries that couldn't be fully healed the day of so we came back. We just got done and were just leaving," I explained, directing the last statement at Kaera who started to argue, but the stern look I gave her seemed to stop her. Sighing, she began to walk towards me.

"Not so fast, Chandrudu Rose-chan." All of us turned in surprise to see none other than Principle Nezu. Kaera's face drained of color.

"H-how do you know th-that name?" she asked, starting to cower behind me, her usually strong voice shaking. I turned towards her in concern.

"All Might. Kaera. Please meet me in my office tomorrow for tea, and we will discuss this," Nezu said, his smile still present as he turned to focus on Kaera, "And, Kaera-chan, I would advise against running. I'd rather have this conversation without the use of force." At this, Kaera gripped onto my baggy white shirt, as Nezu faced me. "All Might, you should probably take her home now," he suggested, though due to his demeanor, it was quite obviously an order.

I nodded and wrapped my arm around Kaera's still shaking shoulders and murmured a gentle, "Let's go, Kaera," before leading her to the exit.

The whole car ride back to the apartment Kaera seemed to go between a panicked look and an almost zombie-like expression. Either way, her only movement was her constant trembling, but she never once made a sound. She seemed unaware of her surroundings, and I recognized her symptoms: Shock. What had this poor woman gone through that caused her to go into shock by being called a name?

When we reached the apartments, Kaera didn't even argue with me when I led her to my apartment instead of hers. After leading her into my apartment, I gently guided her to the couch and got her to sit down.

"Kaera, I'm going to the kitchen to make us some tea. Will you be alright here by yourself for a few minutes?" I inquired gently. In response, the woman in question grabbed my arm in response and shook her head.

"Toshinori, I'm scared…" Kaera finally said softly. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my side as I sat down beside her.

"What are you so afraid of, Kaera?" I asked, keeping my voice soft, "Please tell me so I can help you."

"It's a long story…" she started smally avoiding eye contact with me, "And I really don't want to drag you into my mess." Her voice sounded so broken, so devoid of hope. She was so different than before.

I gently grasped her chin, tilting her head up towards me so I could see her emerald green eyes. I won't lie. She was a very attractive woman, and I had really enjoyed spending time with her the last few weeks. I'd even planned to ask her out for dinner after we were done at U.A., but then that mess had happened.

Now, all I could focus on was that pain in her emerald eyes as they met my blue one. All I wanted was to make that pain go away. I may be the number one hero, but at that moment, I just cared about wanting to be her hero, if she'd only let me that is.

"You're not dragging me into anything. I'm running into this with you, so that I can help you clean it up," I replied confidently, giving her my hero smile.

"Why? It's just gonna make your life harder. How can you be so sure that it can be fixed?" she challenged, anguish clear in her eyes and voice.

"Because my dear," I said before briefly turning into All Might but still keeping my voice from booming like it tended to in this form, "That's what heroes do!"