I do not own these characters or the world, that belongs to our lovely author of MHA, Kohei Horikoshi. Also, cover art was a commission by me from the artist Krumbs. Follow them on or Twitter—though I guess that's called X now—if you'd like! They are extremely talented!

A/N: Did you think I'd leave you high and dry with whether or not Eri was going to get pigtails in Bakugo's hair? Nope!

Fifty-Three

She's Basically a Fuckin' Unicorn

Shouta Aizawa sat on a park bench beside Present Mic as he overlooked the spectacle in front of him. On the other side of the bench, Nejire Hado stood beside a red faced and flustered Amajiki, a strawberry crepe in her hand that she was munching on. She'd occasionally offer a bite to the perpetually socially awkward Amajiki who would either turn a darker shade of red or sometimes a sickly green pallor before calling out to Togata for help. Togata, who seemed to be splitting his time between the ever inflamed Bakugo, as he tried to ward of Eri's attempts to put ribbons in his hair, would dutifully bounce over to Amajiki and cheer on his friend. Then there was Mineta who was either trying to get Hado to share the crepe with him or coerce Eri into putting ribbons in his hair.

It was exhausting and honestly a lot like trying to herd cats. Yamada seemed to be enjoying the scene and would sometimes say something encouraging to Amajiki and other times just watched with a smirk. Aizawa found the entire scene to be tiring.

Since they'd crossed paths with Hawks and added Mineta to their group and then later Bakugo, it'd been nonstop bickering. Before they'd picked up Bakugo, Mineta had primarily been quietly sulking but once Bakugo joined them he acted terrified at first but that terror had swiftly turned into irritation when Bakugo seemed to take every opportunity to cajole or make jabs at him. It was like hearing two angry cats yowling at each other.

There'd been a brief reprieve in the bickering when they'd walked by a festival ring toss game with all parties—excluding Amajiki—gleefully participating. Bakugo had bragged and boasted the entire time, stating that no one would be able to beat him; but the blonde had been wrong when Hado managed to get the top score and ultimately the one to win a prize. That of course had enraged Bakugo who'd demanded a rematch causing Aizawa to intervene and make everyone move on.

Aizawa couldn't help but feel bad for poor Amajiki. He seemed absolutely miserable although sometimes he appeared to be having a good time. How was that poor kid ever going to do hero work when he had the self-confidence of a sardine? He had practically begged Togata to make their outing end and even with Hado's attempts to placate him—which really only seemed to agitate him further—did nothing to ease the teenager's anxieties.

Eri had initially steered clear of Mineta but once Bakugo had joined them, she'd started to show some interest in trying to do both Bakugo's and Mineta's hair. This seemed fine with Mineta but Bakugo had reacted gruffly and outright rejected any of her attempts. Anytime Mineta tried to step in for Bakugo's unwillingness and allow Eri to do his hair, everyone had stepped in; even the ever bashful Amajiki muttering objections.

They'd wandered around the festival for a little while after that, Amajiki nearly in tears the entire time, Bakugo looking like a furious Persian cat that had been recently bathed and was on the verge of biting; they'd stopped to do a few other traditional festival games, primarily the ones that Eri expressed interest in. At one point they'd stopped to do a little shooting game that even Yamada had joined in while Aizawa had declined to participate making Yamada call him a sour puss.

The shooting game was a whole ordeal all by itself. Just like with the ring toss Bakugo had taken immediate interest in it and once again loudly boasted about how he was going to dominate everyone. In the end, Bakugo had lost to none other than Nejire Hado, which had incited him into a fury. Aizawa thought he'd have to use his binding cloths to control him but the teenagers raging at Hado redirected to Mineta the second he realized that the little cretin was using the outburst to make a pass at her. Now that had actually been a little funny. Seeing the far taller Bakugo whirl wildly around and over to the much smaller boy and crouch down to his level and threaten bodily harm at him was enough to make Mineta yelp in alarm and move to hide behind the teachers.

While Bakugo had been crouched down however, Eri had used that opportunity to break away from Lemillion and over to the ashen blonde. Aizawa had been shocked to see her jump onto his back, ribbon in hand, a look of pure concentration on her face, one tiny hand reaching out to take a fist full of blonde hair. But to the surprise of everyone, Bakugo didn't react with violence and instead immediately stood up and expertly removed the small child from his back. He handled her like she was an egg or something equally fragile, but his hold on her and the way he set her down was done with surprising gentleness. After that failed attempt, Eri had been on a mission to ascend the irritable boy again and do his hair, though she'd not been afforded another opportunity…so far.

Now they were outside a crepe food vendor, Mic and Aizawa on a bench across from the vendor and the children acting like squabbling siblings. Well, Amajiki wasn't really acting like an argumentative child but rather like a moody crybaby.

As Aizawa's gaze looked to the upperclassman and the periwinkle haired girl by his side he couldn't help but roll his eyes. Clearly Hado was interested in him, though he couldn't be completely certain of that; Hado was a bit of an airhead and so naturally bubbly that it was possible that she was just being her usual self, but he felt like there was something more than that beneath the surface. It was hard to tell with Amajiki too since the boy seemed to be in a constant state of social insecurity unless interacting with Lemillion, but given the way his cheeks flushed red and he darted glances in her direction when he thought no one was looking, he felt like it was likely that he had some sort of crush on her. He had to refrain from rolling his eyes at that thought; there was nothing worse than a mutual crush when the participants never owned up to it and just danced around it.

"Think I should just casually go over there and order a crepe for us and then accidentally bump into Hado so that he has to take a bite of her crepe?" Yamada's voice interrupted Shouta's thoughts.

"I think you should leave them alone. If Amajiki wants something to happen then he's going to have to do that…on his own," Aizawa answered and narrowed his eyes at the other man. "Leave them to it. Besides, better to keep a closer eye on Eri than them considering Bakugo could fly off the handle if she tries to do his hair again or Mineta could, well, you know do Mineta things."

Yamada laughed. "Come on Eraser, Lemillion—even quirkless—would be between them before he could even try anything. Besides, I wouldn't mind a crepe. Wanna share with me? Like the good old days?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Shouta who rolled his eyes.

"No, I do not want to get a crepe with you. We can have one when we get home."

"But that's not the same! A festival crepe is way better than whatever we have at home," whined Mic.

"You sound like a child. Not even Eri whines like you." Aizawa shifted in annoyance. Why was Hizashi so irritating sometimes? He knew that if he let him go to the crepe vendor that he would magically manage to stumble into the unsuspecting Amajiki and make the poor kid stumble and bumble even more than he already was. Even if he swore to Shouta that he wouldn't, he knew that he most definitely still would.

"Such a buzzkill!" Mic looked back over at Hado and Amajiki. Hado was offering her crepe to Amajiki, a smile on her face; Amajiki furiously shaking his head while also profusely apologizing and calling out to Lemillion. Lemillion danced over to them less than a second later and patted the nervous boys shoulder reassuringly. He then took a bite of the offered crepe and smiled broadly at his friend.

"See? No big deal!"

"What?! But…but, but that was an indirect kiss! How can you be so relaxed about that?!" Amajiki practically shouted in poor Togata's face.

"I guess it is kind of like that, huh? Oops! I didn't realize that that was why it was making you uncomfortable!" Hado said thoughtfully before giving a smile and small bow of apology. "Sorry about that Amajiki!"

"Why is everyone so relaxed about this? Mirio you just had an indirect kiss with Hado! Come on!" Amajiki whined.

"You don't have to kiss anybody, direct or indirect, that you don't want to buddy!" Lemillion said with a smile.

Mineta who had also ordered a crepe some time ago, was messily eating it—he and Bakugo had paused in their arguing to eat crepes—raised his head and looked in Hado's direction. "You can share it with me Hado. I'd be happy to have an indirect kiss with you!"

Hado shot a surprised look at the small boy and laughed. "Oh my, you actually just said that, didn't you?!"

"Why would you ask her that? It's so…so awkward," Amajiki cried and turned away from everyone, hiding up against the crepe vendor.

"Keep your mouth shut you little sh—er, brat," Bakugo snapped as he finished off the last bite of the caramel covered crepe that he'd ordered.

"I want an indirect kiss!" Chimed Eri who had up until just now, been slowly making her way back to Bakugo's side, likely in an attempt to try to do his hair again.

"How about you just share my crepe, huh? That'd be super fun, I think! There's whipped crème and strawberries, Eri!" Lemillion countered as he swiftly moved from Amajiki and Hado to the little girl and held out the crepe he'd been eating before going to Suneater's side. He knelt down and offered up his mostly uneaten dessert to her.

"Okay!" She exclaimed excitedly and took a giant bite of the crepe, so big that crème and strawberries covered the corners of her mouth and her nose.

"Togata, she's already had an entire crepe that she ate by herself. Not to mention she's had a candied apple, taiyaki, and some Takoyaki," Eraser cautioned as Lemillion held out his crepe to the small child.

"That Takoyaki was good stuff, huh Eri?" Lemillion asked as he shared his crepe with the small child.

"She also had that hotdog," Mic added.

"Oh and she had some of the glittery mochi with me!" Exclaimed Hado with a smile.

"What? When did that happen?" Asked Eraser with a wrinkled nose.

"Um, maybe an hour ago? I'm not sure!" Hado smiled.

"She also demanded some of the ramen I ate earlier, though I didn't give her much. Gross kiddy germs," Bakugo said with a huff.

"But then she had that big blue smoothie and ralphed it all up, remember? So she's not had that much," Mineta reminded everyone.

"I was just trying to be polite! I never thought she'd drink the entire thing!" Amajiki practically wailed from his corner of shame.

How have I let this tiny child eat so much?! Aizawa thought to himself anxiously. He recalled perhaps twenty minutes earlier when Amajiki had gotten a blue slushy and Eri had gotten excited at the sight of it and wanted to drink some. Before Aizawa could intervene the awkward boy had handed over the slushy and Eri had promptly slurped it up. She'd been overcome with an ice cream headache at first and then had promptly vomited up the ocean of food she'd consumed through the night. Shouta had thought that the night would end there but Eri had recovered surprisingly quickly and was eager to return to festival activities.

After that, Aizawa had had much harsher control over what she ate. He'd allowed her to have a bowl of miso that he ordered and aside from the crepe, she'd had no other sweets…that he was aware of.

"Wow! What a big bite that was! Good job!" Togata said with a smile as he wiped the excess crème from her nose and mouth. Shouta watched the exchange with a small frown on his face. He was going to have to keep an even closer eye on what his entourage snuck to his ward if they stayed here much longer.

"Remember when we were that young?" Yamada asked, leaning over so that his voice was only audible to Eraser.

"Yeah. I remember how annoying you were and still are," Shouta replied quietly. He thought back to their school days and how irritatingly persistent Hizashi had been and how annoyingly cheerful Oboro was. They were so different from him; he'd been all about being the wallflower and had often been labeled as the emo kid when he'd been in middle school. What it was about his quiet personality that attracted an extrovert like Yamada and the sweet natured and cheerful Oboro was a mystery to him.

Thinking of Oboro made him remember their recent visit to Kurogiri to see if some trace of their friend still existed…but that didn't seem likely. What a cruel twist of fate to have to lose him, mourn him, and then find out that his body was stolen and twisted into that abomination that was Kurogiri. Oboro's loss would sit bitterly with him forever and he knew that it would be the same for Hizashi, but what else could he do but live with it? At least the loss of their friend had birthed something beautiful and unbreakable, Mic and Eraser had come together because of it and that was something he'd be eternally grateful for for the rest of his days.

"Remember when we saw Kayama's costume for the first time? I about jizzed my pants then and there," Mic said with a snicker.

"Oboro probably did too," Aizawa muttered mostly under his breath.

"Ah come on, every dude and for sure some of the chicks blew their wad when she showed up in that. She might've been a year ahead of us but boy did she like to tease us when she was in her original hero costume. She knew it pushed everyone over the edge. Midnight is the only person I've met that could make someone seriously question their sexuality. She knew exactly how to get everyone's blood pumping, boy or girl!" Teased Yamada with a laugh. Aizawa couldn't help but smile at the memory.

The sound of Bakugo's voice interrupted his pleasant memory as he looked to see what the source of the commotion was. Eri had once again managed to climb onto the older boy. It looked like Bakugo had bent over to pick something up and that that had been when Eri saw an opportunity to try another attempt at doing his hair. She had managed to get up around his neck, her tiny little arms wrapped around throat, little legs dangling. Why can't he just cave in and let her put ribbons in her hair, Aizawa thought to himself as he began to sit forward to intervene.

"Get off! Come on kid, get off of me!" Bakugo cried in alarm and gently tried to shake off the small child. His attempts to shake her loose only seemed to make her giggle.

"Oh come on Bakugo, let the kid do your hair. She's done literally everyone else's, you can take them out when we leave," encouraged Mic.

"She didn't do my hair—" Mineta started only to be interrupted.

"That's because you shouldn't be allowed around small children, or women in general," Togata said with a brilliant smile, no trace of malice in his voice, just pure upbeat honesty.

"Sick burn!" Yamada praised with a thumbs up. Aizawa rose off the bench but paused briefly to glare at Hizashi; he certainly wasn't helping things.

"Eri come on, it's getting late—" began Aizawa but the screech of delight that Eri emitted as she somehow managed to gain ground on Bakugo and swing her little legs over his shoulders, her hands now firmly planted in the blonde's hair, made him stop.

"It'll be good I promise Bakudoh," Eri said and gave Bakugo's heat a pat.

"Oh for fuc—uh, it's Bakugo not Bakudoh," huffed Bakugo before he crossed his arms and grumbled, "just be quick about it I guess."

Aizawa could only stare in response. Bakugo was going to allow her to actually do his hair? Really? Was he dreaming? The shrill giggle of excitement that escaped Eri's lips reminded Shouta that he was not in fact dreaming.

"Yay! I promise it'll be good Bakubro!" She said and then fished out one of her ribbons and began playing with his hair. Bakugo sighed loudly at Eri's continued failure of getting his name wrong.

"So altruistic of you Bakugo, very nice," Yamada said as he gave a little clap of approval.

"Oh shut the fu—French toast is tasty!" He paused briefly to glare and then mumbled, "don't make a big deal about it." He slowly raised his arms to keep hold of the tiny little girl's legs over his shoulders. His cheeks were tinted red from what Aizawa assumed was embarrassment. So the unflappable Bakugo was in fact susceptible to embarrassment but in the form of a little girl who insisted on putting ribbons in his hair? Interesting.

Eri stopped at his mentioning of French toast and looked over at Aizawa curiously. "What is French toast?" Had he really never made her any? Well now he knew what he'd be doing all day tomorrow.

"It's a yummy kind of bread that's cooked in cinnamon and eggs and then doused in powdered sugar or syrup! It's really good!" Explained Lemillion.

"You want to make some tomorrow, Eri?" Hado suggested. She had moved away from Amajiki—who still faced the crepe vendor—and was now standing at Bakugo's side, either observing the younger boy for misbehavior or simply being present to guide Eri's hairstyling techniques.

"Yeah!" She said excitedly and then returned to Bakugo's spikey hair. She patted his head briefly and smiled. "It looks sharp but it's soft!"

"Just…hurry it up," Bakugo grumbled.

Aizawa watched Lemillion move over to the silent Amajiki and give him a reassuring pat on the back. Poor kid, he thought to himself with a soft sigh. Mic was at his side then, eyeing the crepe vendor.

"Are you going to make a big deal if I go get us a crepe now?" He asked.

Rolling his eyes Shouta said, "no, but order two separate ones."

Yamada gasped dramatically and stared at him. "Two? How dare you!"

If Eraser could roll his eyes any harder, he was pretty sure that they might fall out of his head. "Two reasons: 1. You like your crepes to have an assortment of things like chocolate sauce, strawberries, crème, and caramel all gooped into one big mess and I don't like my foods touching and 2. You eat like well over half of a shared crepe and I'm left with your sloppy soggy scraps. So order two, please."

Mic was silent for a moment. "Okay, you have me on both of those points. What do you want on yours my big moody man?"

The cringe inside him was enormous. If he wasn't the mature man he was, he felt like he'd be liable to start whining like Amajiki. Why oh why did Hizashi have to be so loud about everything? "Just get me one with chocolate sauce please, but not that much of it and no crème."

"And as usual, boring and no fun, got it!" Mic said with a thumbs up and smile and left to go order their crepes.

Aizawa looked away from Mic and over toward Bakugo, Eri, and Hado. Mineta was at Hado's side, probably planning something lecherous, but so far just innocently watching as Eri played with the blonde's hair.

"That one is pretty good Eri! Great job!" Hado said with a smile.

Eri paused briefly to look up at the older girl with a bright smile on her face. "I've been practicing lots lately!" Aizawa looked at the little tuft of hair that she'd tied up with one of her red ribbons and silently agreed; it was one of her better iterations. Bakugo looked like a pouting child but aside from that, remained silent.

"Okay, now do the other one," encouraged Hado. She pulled out an additional red ribbon from her drawstring bag and handed it to the little girl.

"What?! Another one? No!" Bakugo snapped as he watched the older girl hand over a second ribbon.

"What? Not enjoying your free hairstyling? I'm certainly enjoying watching it." Mineta asked mischievously from Hado's side.

Lemillion suddenly appeared on the other side of Hado, apparently having decided he'd coddled Amajiki enough for now. "Me too! And Hado is right, this pigtail looks really good! And thanks Bakugo for being such a good sport."

Bakugo huffed in annoyance. "Fine. Whatever, but this is the last one, got it?" He grabbed one of Eri's feet and gave it a tug to make sure she was paying attention.

"Okay, last one!" She agreed and once again began bunching up his spikey hair, ribbon precariously held at the same time.

Mic joined Aizawa and handed over his crepe and the miniscule amount of chocolate sauce on it. "One boring crepe served fresh just for you!"

"Thanks," Aizawa said, choosing to ignore the teasing tone in Hizashi's voice. Beside him, Yamada began to eat his crepe. The way he ate the crepe made Shouta think of how Mineta had eaten his dessert—messily. He briefly recalled the copious baby pictures that Hizashi's mother had shown him; almost all the photos depicting him with large amount of baby food or other substances in and around his face. Perhaps he'd always been a messy eater…

Yamada paused in his sloppy eating and offered a corner to Aizawa. "Want some? Might add some sweetness or color to the whole emo bitter esthetic you've got going on."

Aizawa had to refrain from wrinkling his nose in annoyance. There was no way he'd ever share a crepe that Mic put together again. He vaguely remembered the last crepe they'd shared from the previous year's Valentines Day and how there'd barely been a quarter of it left after Mic had eaten his 'half'. Not to mention the copious amounts of mixed toppings all gooped together in one big gross mess. No, if they were going to share any crepes down the road, they'd be ones of his design. "I'll pass, but if you clean off some of the whipped crème, chocolate and strawberry sauce, and caramel drizzle you can add some class to your sloppy esthetic or you could try a bite of mine, but just a bite and not a Hizashi sized bite."

"Ooooh, nice. Touche!" Mic said with a smile. "Somebody's feeling a little sassy! Save some of that up for—" Mic shut his mouth when Aizawa shot him a glare that could rival even Bakugo's most intimidating looks. "Sorry. There are children and all."

"We're going to go home after we finish these crepes," Aizawa said as he took a bite of his dessert.

"Oh thank goodness! I've been waiting for someone to finally say that!" Amajiki exclaimed, no longer facing the crepe stand, a look of pure relief on his face.

"All done!" Eri announced, drawing Mic and Aizawa's gaze in her direction. Bakugo now sported two little pigtails on his head, tied with bright red ribbons.

"Great. Now down you go, horned kid," Bakugo said eagerly as he raised his arms and lifted Eri by the underarms and then lowered her down to the ground. Once she was on the ground, Eri briefly touched the small horn on her head as if she'd forgotten that it was there until Bakugo had referred to it. The movement was not lost on Bakugo who blushed briefly and quickly added, "No offense or anything. Uh, unilaterally horned child? No? Oh! Got it, unicorn kid!"

"Unilaterally horned child?" Aizawa repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"Well at least he knows the difference between bilateral and unilateral," Mic muttered.

"An idiot would know that!" Snapped Bakugo with a glare.

"A unicorn?" Eri echoed, glancing up curiously at Bakugo before looking to Lemillion and then Aizawa.

"Yeah, you know like the books we read together? The pretty pink, purple, or blue horses with the single horn on their head? Like that!" Explained Lemillion as he crouched down and smiled reassuringly at the little girl.

"Remember we read the book together about Uni the Unicorn? She had a horn, just like you!" Added Hado with a smile.

"It's a magical horse, kid, you know? Like fairies and shi—stuff, er, magic and whatever," Bakugo stuttered, clearly finding it difficult to communicate without profanity let alone with a child.

"I remember Uni! I never thought of my horn like that," Eri marveled, her hand again touching the small horn on her head. "I can be like Uni!"

"You sure can! Ready to go home?" Lemillion asked, his face still bright and cheerful.

Togata wasn't her assigned guardian, that honor was Shouta's, one that he'd been skeptical about taking on at first, but one that he'd grown to truly love more than anything else, and yet, it was Lemillion who seemed the most natural with her. Despite the fact that Aizawa felt only the greatest affection for the child, and had really started looking at her as his own daughter and had found himself experiencing great joy as she learned to read or when she wanted to play with him or drew him a picture, or did anything really, Lemillion just seemed to mesh better with her. He had no issues expressing his fondness for her or moving or acting naturally with her, as if he already had extensive experience with children. Whereas Shouta was much more reserved in his affection, a bit stiffer in expressing his love for her. It made him both glad for Lemillion's innate ability with Eri but also sad that he couldn't replicate it. Yamada had reassured him multiple times that people just love differently and that even if things looked more natural with Lemillion, there was just as strong of a bond that existed between he and Eri.

Aizawa briefly glanced at Yamada and then back at Eri who was smiling broadly at Lemillion and felt a smile of his own tug at his lips. It wasn't a traditional family by any means, but it was his family and he wouldn't give it up for the world.

"Okay, enough fun and games. Let's head out," Shouta said and moved forward and scooped up Eri.

"Finally," Amajiki said with a heavy sigh.

"Come on Amajiki! Let's race them to the exit!" Hado exclaimed excitedly as she suddenly darted back toward the taller boy, grabbed his hand and began dragging him behind her.

"But, but, you're wearing geta—your feet—and you're holding my hand!" He shouted in alarm as he she continued to tug him along.

"Ah shoot, if I had permeation, I could totally beat them!" Lemillion said with a little laugh.

Aizawa adjusted his hold on Eri, the little girl pivoting in his arms, so that she could face outward. He glanced briefly at Lemillion and then at Eri. They'd practiced a lot lately and she'd learned to control her quirk to some extent. It would soon be time to try to return Lemillion's lost quirk to him. He knew that it was something that Eri wanted; in fact, it was the primary reason she'd been working as hard as she had.

Even when he'd suggested they be done or take more breaks she'd sometimes refuse, desperate to implement some amount of control over her quirk. The tiny horn on her head wasn't as small as it had been when she'd first come into his care, but it was still significantly smaller than when she'd been rewinding Deku. He knew more about her quirk now; its size indicated her accumulated energy; the larger and longer it was the more powerful her rewind, the shorter and smaller the weaker the rewind. It wasn't all that big right now…would it be enough to return Togata's quirk to him? He'd been quirkless for half a year which meant that the energy she needed to turn the clock backwards wouldn't be insignificant. They would have to find out.

"Pfft, what idiots. As if they could beat me. Get ready to get smoked!" Roared Bakugo as he leapt into the air and fired off an explosion to try to catch up to the upperclassmen.

"Yeah, I'm cool with just walking," Mineta said as he watched, rather wide eyed, as Bakugo blasted about in the air. A few minutes later and they could see that Hado was airborne too, her golden spiral waves of energy lifting her up. She was still loosely holding onto Amajiki.

"You gonna do anything about that?" Mic asked, eyebrow raised as he watched the students ahead.

"Not…yet," Aizawa said with a sly smile. Yamada looked at him skeptically and then clucked his tongue.

"You're gonna let them get to the exit and then take their quirks away, aren't you?" He asked, his tone mildly judgmental.

Shouta couldn't keep from smirking. "Yup."

"Mr. Aizawa that's…kinda mean but also kinda cool," marveled Mineta.

"Thanks," Aizawa said as he began heading in the direction of the students, ready to play his trump card.

"Misery does love company," Mic mused.

"Harsh," Lemillion agreed.

In the distance, as Nejire, Amajiki, and Bakugo were on the cusp of exiting the festival grounds, Aizawa's hair suddenly stood on end, an eerie red flow emanating from his eyes. There were shouts of alarm and a loud crash as all three teenagers fell to the ground.

*If you've not seen the A Girls Ego episode or haven't read the manga, stop reading here!

F/N: Say what you want about Himiko, but that episode, A Girls Ego, is beautiful. I don't ship Togachako, but the episode from an aesthetic point is stunning and the sentiment, Ochako desperately reaching out to touch and soothe the darkness in Toga's heart is truly beautiful. It's the fight that resonates the strongest with me. Seeing it on the screen or reading makes me cry every time…and I imagine I'll be a sobbing baby when that wrap up in the start of the last episode.