A/N: I'm in a great mood today so here's another chapter.

Also, I'm making internships 2 weeks long, whether that's canon or not.

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The next morning, Dad let Aila sleep in. I was not so lucky.

The kids were going to their Internships today, and he was dragging me along with him. He said it's a good experience, and that Aila needed some time alone to adjust.

I did want to go and say something to Iida-San before he left as well, so I suppose it was for the best.

We were at the train station, and the kids were trying to get to their stations.

I looked up at Dad, who was currently addressing Kaminari-San and Jiro-San's question on where their platform was.

I tugged on his jacket and gestured that I would be heading out somewhere.

He waved me off, and I'm not entirely sure that it was a yes, but I took it as one.

I ran and found Midoriya-San and Uraraka-San. They were looking in the same direction. I figured they were waving Iida-San off to his platform.

I ran past them, following him.

"Iida-San!"

He idly turned to look at me, smiling nicely at me. "How may I help you, Aizawa-San?"

"Call me Samiko, please," I clarified. "I just wanted to say that...I'm sorry to hear about your brother. And that he was a great Hero, and even still is. I...I hope you make peace with yourself during this time. I wish you luck!"

He smiled wider, and tired and bowed to me fully, I returned the gesture.

"Thank you, Samiko-San." He said. "I have the same wish as you."

With that, I nodded and he left. I turned and headed back to my father, waving off Kirishima-San and Uraraka-San as they boarded.

It was going to be an incredibly long two weeks without them. And I was almost upset about that.

Almost.

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After everyone was gone, things got real boring real quick.

Just like I thought it would.

Back at home, we had a simple dinner, making small talk with each other. Aila mostly wanted to know how I was eligible for U.A. so early on.

Either way, we went to bed early. I could tell that Aila was really struggling, and I wasn't particularly sure why.

Did she break up with her partner? I knew who he was, but I hadn't heard anything about it. Why did she move here? If she broke up, why did she move to the city where he lived? Why was she so depressed?

Ugh. Feelings were complicated. That's why I'm not in a relationship. They're really not worth the emotional effort. I already have enough going on as it is.

I was laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. It was, like...only 8:30 PM, and I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what.

In the other room, I heard Aila. I wasn't sure if she was talking, laughing or crying. I assumed she was either talking or crying, based on what I deduced from earlier interactions with her.

I thought it was just a simple...you know, relief/grieving process of the 'losing your ex' thing (if that was the case), but for some reason it seemed like it might be something more serious than just a depressing breakup.

I waited. She kept crying. I waited longer. She was still crying.

Ten minutes more. She was still crying. Albeit softer, but she was still crying. I rolled out of my bed. I looked at my Dad, in his sleeping bag on the couch. He was fast asleep. Why wasn't he in bed?

I carefully made my way over to Aila's suite door, knocking on it gently. I didn't want Dad to hear.

"Aila-Chan?" I asked. No response. She just kept crying.

I knocked again, a little louder. She still didn't respond. It was almost as if she didn't care that I was there.

So I opened the door. And walked in.

She was laying on her side, curled up in her blankets.

"Aila-Chan?" I said, concerned. "Are you okay?"

I stood by the edge of the bed, and gently crawled on top of the covers. She didn't object. She didn't do anything. She just cried.

"What's wrong, Aila?" I said, trying not to invade her space, but also wanting to comfort my aunt, kneeled on the covers, looking at her, waiting for her to respond.

"I'm so terrible," she said. "I'm a terrible person…"

"What?" I was genuinely confused. "No, Aila-Chan...You're amazing! You're the best aunt I have, and that's not because I only have one aunt."

I tried to lighten the mood, but I guess it didn't work.

"You don't know what I did, Samiko," she implored, snuffling heavily and wiping her eyes with her P.J. sleeve. "I--I've done horrible thin-things...I want to take them back…."

I didn't assume anything at that moment. I wasn't going to act like I knew what she was talking about when I clearly didn't. After all, all this for a breakup? That doesn't seem logical. She hasn't mentioned a man once, at least not yet.

"B-but," she blubbered, "But I can-can't take them back, and I--I feel like I'm go-going crazy! I can't…"

"What did you do?" I inquired open-endedly.

She shook her head, letting her tears fall.

"Did you kill someone?" I asked.

"I might as well have," she said grimly.

I went quiet. Aila? Killing someone? Even in her time as a hero, she's never killed anyone, or let anyone die. If there was someone that didn't make it, she never told any of us. This seemed like much more than a past haunt, however. I couldn't imagine her killing someone, or doing something similar to it. I couldn't imagine it at all.

There was nothing that I could do. Nothing I could say. But I couldn't just leave. She needed to know that I was here for her, even if she was 12 years older than me. We weren't just aunt and niece, we were as good as sisters. We were friends.

"Is there anything I can do?"

She looked at me, her glassy golden eyes looking up at me. She pulled her covers back and I crawled underneath them, laying in the bed with her.

She hugged me close to her, and I had to adjust to the close contact. I wasn't all too accustomed to physical touch yet. Not with Aila-Chan, at least. But I let it happen.

She held me close and I wrapped my arms around her gingerly, petting her long hair. She petted mine.

She cried into my hair. Granted, not as loud or even as hysterical as before, but just as distraught. More raw, and less emotion, if that made sense. There was no real...anything that I could do except lay there.

So that's what I did. I just laid there.

That was all she needed.

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It was only around 9:15 that Aila started calming down. Apparently, this was very serious. I still didn't know what she did that was so terrible.

She finally loosened her grip, letting me go.

"Thank you, Samiko-Chan," she said gratefully. "You can head to bed now, if you want."

"You sure you don't need me for anything else?" I asked her.

"No," she said lightly. "I don't think I do. I'll be okay. You get some rest, okay?"

I nodded against her, and she kissed my forehead. I crawled out of the blankets and opened the door to the main room.

"I love you, Aila-Chan."

"I love you too, Sami-Chan. Go get some rest."

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I went back to my room, quietly, and was fast asleep.

Keyword: Was.

I woke up to Princess. She was crying--biting my nose and meowing and prodding at my chest and collarbones with her claws.

"Princess…" I mumbled, "What...what are you doing?"

She meowed again, prodding at me and legitimately biting my ear and pulling it.

"Ow!" I cried. "What was that for! Princess, go to sleep--!"

I looked at the edgeof my bed. My eyes were adjusting to the dark as she was clawing at me. And...and at the end of my bed...I saw….I saw--

"Dad!!"

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