We're closer than we originally thought.

We were practically inseparable from what I...was told.

Though I couldn't remember much, that point was made clear by how we both acted.

It was just another sunny day in my not-so-eventful life at the part-time job I recently earned. No one knew that I worked here, not even my family, I prefer it that way. When I do work, I tell them I'm staying after school for club activities...of course, I'm not in a club...nor am I 15 years old yet.

To be able to work in Japan, a person must be at least 15 years old...I'm 13 now, but I made sure to finesse my way through the application. I may be nearly 2 years younger, but I can pass as a 15-year-old, maybe older because of my "voluptuous figure" or so I've been told by a handful of male customers.

Though I'm posing to be 15 years old, it doesn't mean grown men should be making crude comments like that anyway, I'm still underage; even if I was an older woman, don't they think that it's rude and a hassle to flirt while someone's trying to do their job?

Creeps. I swear if a guy flirts with me and it ain't about adding to my paycheck...

I felt the ends of my lips twitch up as I put on my jacket, and walking out the doors, 'Give a fuck what a nig got if he ain't givin' it,' I recalled the lyrics from that popular American rap song.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

I looked up from my zipper to the two people standing in front of me, a girl and a guy...a familiar pair.

"Yes...?"

They looked at each other, then their gaze returned to me. Smiles slowly stretched on their faces and their eyes filled with light. From their reactions, I knew exactly who they are as they did for me.

"Ami..?" they questioned in unison.

"Joon, Rika..." I said both of their names with joy. "It's been a long time."

Unexpectedly, Joon nearly jumped me, hugging me as close as he could whilst he rub his cheek against mine.

"You've gotten so cute! What are you doing out here? Hustling for that dinero, Gongjunim?!"

I tried to answer, but some of my words were muffled because he kept me close to him, drowning me in his endearment and whines of missing me and how cute I'd become.

It didn't help that Rika was trying to pull him off me because they were causing a scene in front of my workplace. Because of Joon's stubbornness and not wanting to let me go, he claimed he "hasn't loved on me in years".

Luckily, I convinced them to go to another nearby cafe so I can keep my job a secret and not bring any drama inside my workplace that'll get my manager involved. We sat in a booth, near a window, I sat on the inside, Joon sat across from me, and Rika sat next to me because she didn't want him to "try anything"...whatever that meant, yet I can tell it would be strange judging by the excited look in his eyes.

Joon rest his chin on his entangled fingers, looking me up and down at what he could while sitting down. He kept his gleeful smile as he observed me, making me glance up at Rika for an explanation for why he was happy, yet quietly studying me.

Rika simply sighed, shaking her head left and right along with her black devil-like tail just like Joon's, 'Their tails have gotten longer...and their horns. I'd estimate their tails to be...about 50 cm long, I can't tell with their horns...'

"The imprint, remember? Plus, it's been a long time," she answered my unspoken question.

Joon scoffed, "We haven't seen our good friend in a while despite getting updates on how she's been doing. How could you not be excited?"

"Unlike some people, I can control myself and not make a scene," she countered his question. "I am happy to see you, Ami. I...we've been worried about you since...well, you know."

"We've been asking about you through Hakim by letter, then cellphone when we received ours," Rika began, swirling the spoon in her coffee slowly with her tail, "We figured...keeping our distance would suppress those bad memories. This whole situation of us meeting you here is a coincidence. Joonie and I moved into a flat down here, Eomma's renting it out. Im looking for a job now, and I'll be starting my 2nd year soon and Joonie will be attending his last school year in junior high."

"Yeah, as soon as I turn 15, I'll get a job and help sis out with what we need." Joon stared me down, smirking enough to reveal a fang. "If I recall what Hakim said correctly, you're at Aldera, right, aegiya?"

I nodded, "Mhm...but I thought about transferring to Corusan Middle School. What school will you be attending, Joon?"

"To be honest...whichever school you're going to attend. I want us to reconnect...it's been so long, and the last time we've seen each other didn't end on the best note. By the way...what did you tell the police exactly for your family to just up and move?" he asked, suspicion made clear in his voice as his eyes narrowed.

"...There's no point in lying, the case closed anyway, so...I told them-through Auntie-that everything was my fault. I started a fight with those boys because I saw an early sign of my Quirk and got froggy, that's it and that's all."

I looked up from the melting ice in my beverage, which made a clink, up to Joon-Woo's face. His expression is stern and his pupils seem to have gotten thinner, I glanced at Rika who has the same expression, but a frown in place of a thin line, and her pupils nearly consumed the golden hues.

My gaze settled back on the beverage. I didn't think much of their reactions because I can somewhat recall that when they saw or were told something negative about me, they'd get quiet and just stare at that person with the utmost disdain...or will to harm. I had blacked out before I even realized they were there, but I'm sure they had the same expressions the day I came home all bloodied up in my long white fur coat, mittens, and black boots.

In this case, they probably stared at me in disdain because I lied for them. It's obvious that Hakim hadn't said anything about the incident in Iwaizumi either, he smoothly avoided talking about the situation. I hadn't any idea he was still in contact with the two...then again, from what I can remember, we were all very close. While he kept in touch...I almost forgot about them as if they never existed...as if I never had any happy moments with friends before Izuku. I'm a terrible person. All I've been focused on was...myself.

"A person who thinks all the time...has nothing to think about except thoughts...so he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusions" is an important quote I picked up on by Alan Watts. I try to not fall prey to my overworking mind, especially with this plan still in the works. How do I plan on the road to becoming the "Number 1 Hero"? I have the puzzle pieces, I just need to put them together without falling into a trap created by yours truly or Jameela.

With the hero studies and the four core subjects, I study psychology, philosophy, and sociology. I still very much plan on becoming a doctor...if I ever make it that far in life.

For now...I should try to make up the time my friends and I missed.

I sighed, "I know what I said...wasn't the truth, and I deeply apologize to you both for lying, for not telling you what happened...for not getting back into contact with you. You both had every right to know...and I know Hakim avoided the subject because he probably felt it best not to tell you in my place. You both didn't want to bring up the past because you thought it'd trouble me greatly...Truthfully, it never did. At this point, it's just a minor mishap..."

"..."

"..."

Right now, I know they don't want to harm me, but I know they disapprove of the lie I told. They know who Kamilah Shimizu really is, who Ami is...and she would've never done something like that.

"But that minor mishap may or may not have started something nor was it just that to you both because you worried for me, you didn't know what was wrong with, you didn't want to come to me about it because you thought you couldn't. As an aspiring doctor in the psychological field, I shouldn't make people feel like they can't come to me...and I am, again, sorry for that."

"..."

"...You don't need to apologize, Kamilah," Rika began, breaking some of the tension. "We just...wanted to hear your part of the story. We knew something was wrong, and like you said correctly, we didn't want to come to you about it because we felt like we couldn't. Hearing about your condition from Kimy over the years since your 6th birthday didn't help the fact either, so we left it alone."

I looked at her slightly scrunched face, "Has Hakim told you anything else besides that?"

She shook her head, "No...well, we heard you made some new friends. We figured that you making new friends might take your mind off the past, forget the negative times, and heal with time."

"Time doesn't heal the pain...it just teaches you how to live with it. I would know...I know," I curtly responded to the repetitive saying, not her specifically.

"..."

"...Kamilah, honey, I-"

I cut her off with a gentle smile, "You...you don't have to apologize. There's nothing to apologize for. I appreciate you two giving me the time to heal and reccop, but...I'm afraid we've spent too much time apart. How about this? Let's all hang out later when Hakim gets back to our house?" I hurriedly changed the subject.

Rika looks as if she didn't want to end earlier's conversation or the conversation at all, but she sighed with a nod, reluctantly agreeing. I look at Joon to get his confirmation. He's been mute the whole time after he asked the question that began the serious conversation. His pupils are still thin...and I knew he kept his eyes trained on me for the entirety, but I tried my best to ignore his gaze.

I couldn't decipher the look in his eyes anymore, it isn't disdain, hurt, discomfort, sadness, anger, confusion, or pity. He finally shifted his sights on his half-eaten devil's food cake, then he gave a slow nod. I didn't know what this particular behavior meant, and I'd be lying if I said or thought it isn't concerning.

"Joon, need to blow off some steam...?" Rika suggested, sounding just as concerned as I feel on the inside.

He simply slid out of the booth, standing up and walking off towards the door, "Just remembered I gotta do something, be back in a bit," he answered our silent questioning gazes.

Rika looked back at me with a nervous smile, "Don't mind him. I'm sure he's just...a bit taken aback by all of this info. We'll be back before your shift ends, okay? Sorry we had to leave things like this," she said as she placed the exact yen on the table and scoot out the booth. "See ya later!" she said with a wave, running after her strange-acting twin.

How Joon acted and how Rika reacted to his behavior lingered on my mind for the rest of my shift. He looked feral and sounded fed up, but didn't emit any intentions to hurt something or someone. Rika looked very anxious...almost scared, and from what I can recall, barely anything scares her.

What had I admitted really affected him? Was my apology not enough? Is he still pissed from all those years ago despite my lie to protect them? Or is it something else?

I hadn't realized it yet...but I was too far gone to turn back.

It's Shiro this time.

The last time was Shiro.

"Rika and Joon...?"

I nodded, "We hung out when Hakim got back."

"..." He glanced past the curtains being blown out from the breeze. "Did you remember anything from your past?"

"Not much, but I found their presence to be comforting...and I'm glad they were considerate of my feelings after what happened."

"Really..." he mumbled, eyes lingering in the distance.

"Mhm. They almost...made me feel normal, or at least how Kamilah felt before she was nearly killed the first time. She was only 4, damn it..."

"Tragedy doesn't care about age, Kamilah. It happens to everyone young and dumb, old and wise," he replied. "I'm not saying "I don't care", I hope you-"

"Know that?" I finished his sentence. I smiled, "Of course I know you care. If you didn't...you probably wouldn't be standing here, talking to me right now."

His eyes finally returned to me, glowing in the warm LED light I had turned to the lowest setting. He tilted his head a little, observing me for a while before closing his eyes.

"I must be the only one you confide in, the only thing that knows everything about you."

"You're not a "thing", Toya. You're a human being with emotions just like me and everyone else in this crappy world. Don't ever think so low of yourself, and when you do-"

"When I do?" he prodded, opening one eye with an amused smirk.

Yeah...I was too far gone...or was I?

"Just remember that I accept you...I, I like you...I like you a lot. No...I might even love you," I tried to decipher my feelings. "And even if you don't love me back...even if it hurts...even if you're just a part of my mind...I'll still keep going the extra mile for you. No one can understand you like I can...and vice versa."

"Are you implying that you're the only one for me? The only one who'll leave with me?"

I looked down at my swinging feet over the edge of my bed. "...The last time I didn't answer, you ended up...in the grave. I still regret not answering you that day, it lingers on my conscious on the late nights you don't visit. If I say "yes", I'll never move on and get worse. If I say "no", I'll feel all the more terrible and guilty."

"..."

"I guess...I can only say this for now...I'll be the only one for you when I've done what I have to do," I told him with a soft expression, not wanting to add any negativity to my answer.

"..." He kept staring at me for a few more seconds. "...What is Shoto to you?"

"Shoto? Heh, he's nothing to me, you know that already. Why are you asking something like that all o-"

"Who do you think you are to Shoto? he cut me off with another question.

"Eh? I...I never genuinely thought of what he thinks of me. I'm just trying to appear to be that one helpful friend he has."

"That's not answering my question, but...I guess you're still a little too young to understand. When you say you you'll "be the only one for" me once everything's done...you plan on being someone else's for the mean time? Even if you're faking it? My little brother? This Katsuki guy? What about the Quirkless boy? Or even this Joon you mentioned? Judging by his behavior around you...hah, you're pulling all the guys aren't you?"

I shook my head, standing on my feet as I looked him deep in his eyes, "Whatever you think I'm doing isn't it at all, Toya. I'm noy implying I'll be someone else's. I...I just told you "I love you", didn't I?"

He chuckled lowly, "You said, "you might love" me. You're still unsure, you're still too young...but that's okay. You have a lot on your plate, I'm not going to add to your stress. I believe you."

I frowned, "Did you believe me to begin with?"

The smirk on his face stretched into a grin, "What can I say? I love seeing you driven up a wall. If only I could see you when this Katsuki makes you angry," he chuckled again.

I lightly stomped my foot on the soft carpet, turning away from him while folding my arms.

"If you weren't who you are to me, I'd kick your ass," I told him off.

"And I'd slap yours."

I whipped around to see him slip right out of my window. I trotted over to my window, not seeing Toya anywhere in my field of vision on top of the roof or on the lawn below.

Unexpectedly, he swung from around the left window, gently grasping my chin, lifting it, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead. He pulled away as soon as he landed the peck, smiling down at me.

Any other girl my age would be terrified and go screaming for their heroes or parents, but me...no, never. Not with him.

If I had to compare this to fantasy, I'd say I'm Rapunzel...a rebellious Rapunzel that's formulating a plan with her Prince Charming to take out Mother Gothel. Forget returning to the palace...there is no palace to return to. There's no turning back ever since that night she nearly killed me.

"See you later, Kami. Stay sane, okay?"

I nodded slowly, touching my forehead with my right palm, "You, too."

Like a thief in the night, he left me once more...and took my heart with him.

"..."

Deciding to take a seat on my window sill and enjoy the summer breeze, I'm left alone to the torture of my own thoughts and unbearable silence that makes them feel like they've manifested into a person.

'I can't help but feel like he was serious about some of the stuff he accused and claimed... Have Toya and I been in a relationship since we were young? Or did we just become a couple because I technically told him I'm in love with him? It shows, right? Well...he didn't say "I love you" back to me so no...? Wait, no, he said I'm too young too understand so he just didn't say it to confuse me, right? To not give me false hope, right? Huh? I harbor no feelings, much less romantic feelings, for Shoto. He's just a pawn to get to my real target. There's no way in hell Katsuki would turn a whole new leaf and make me fall for him, that's just...crazy. Izuku is most definitely out of the question when it comes to romance, he needs to focus on his dream, and I see him as a little bro. And Joon? It's only Joon's Quirk that makes him acts the way hed does, he doesn't have romantic feelings for me...he just cares a lot.'

A few giggles slipped past my lips at the somewhat entertaining thoughts. I figured just because I have a lot of guy friends-Katsuki is not a part of that-doesn't mean I...that I...I'm a...

Peach Girl!

I searched for that definition once I heard it again in my first year of Junior High. Again, I was called that term by a couple of girls in my class... That just sealed the deal: I shouldn't become friends with many girls because most are toxic and not chill at all.

Something also sealed the deal in my first year of junior high...

"You have a crush on who?"

"Taro-kun. Please, don't tell him!"

"We won't, we won't! Right, Shimizu?"

"Y-Yeah, we won't."

"Anyway, who do you have a crush on, Shimizu?"

"M-Me? Oh...you guys don't know him...but we-"

"Huh? You have a crush? For real?"

"Y-Yeah...is that...surprising?"

"Well...yeah, it is. I don't think the guy would reciprocrate your feelings."

"What...? Why?"

"Well...you're not exactly the type..."

"...Huh?"

"You're not up-to-date with body figure. If you don't lose the baby fat, you might never get that guy to reciprocate your feelings."

"Hey, hey. Stop that. You're gonna hurt her feelings. But knowing guys today, they like thin... Maybe in the future, once you're an adult and you're past the awkward stage, a guy might look your way."

"..."

I chuckled at the memory, "Right, right. Just give up on the guy you've got a crush on because you're fat and black, it'll save you the embarrassment and heartbreak...damn skinny bitches think shit is sweet..."

"Peach Girl" is a term that refers to a "Ganguro Girl", "a fashion trend among young Japanese women that started in the mid-1990s, distinguished by a dark tan and contrasting make-up liberally applied by fashionistas". It's also the name of a manga I decided to read after hearing it again.

If anything, this is one hell of an insult to my natural skin color, maybe even a racial slur despite being born in Iwaizumi, Japan, and raised in the Musutafu City of Shizuoka Prefecture. Naturally, I ignored those girls because I didn't want to entertain their idea of being a potential "slut".

I've also heard some of the boys at school say I've "got a peach" on me, but I'm not sure what that means exactly. I've asked Hakim about it and he only got mad, but not at me. To avoid unwanted attention, I didn't give him the description or names of the boys. I asked Izuku, but he claimed he didn't know either, yet he looked very embarrassed for some reason. There was no way I was asking Katsuki so he could start another feud with me. There was no point in asking Shoto, he grew up very sheltered. I haven't thought to ask Joon-Woo because of what happened today. I even asked my Uncle...and he just told me to ask Jameela, no way in hell did I do that.

As for Toya...I never thought to ask him because he's just a part of my mind...right? He only tells me what I want to hear, the sweet and carless things...at least when it's Kuro Toya or Kuroya. But Shiro Toya, or Shiroya, who visited me tonight...says things that can be hurtful, a little too serious even...

In the end, I'll sum it all up into those boys calling me "fat". Wow, I just can't win. I have mental issues, I'm darker than most in this country, I technically get called a slut, and I'm referred to as fat. What next?

Shaking my head from the negative depiction of myself and the confusing denotation of the word, I laid down after grabbing my periwinkle blanket and I looked up at my one last form of comfort, the moon.

I drifted off, "Why start something I know will end soon...?"

But it wouldn't hurt to explore, right?

"Who's your favorite?"

"Mmm...I'm kinda stuck between 707 and Jumin. I like 707's chill yet bizarre nature, but I also like Jumin's maturity and potential "DILF" vibe."

"Really? I didn't take you for the "DDLG" type, Milah. You plan on finding you a Sugar Daddy or somethin'?"

I gawked at him with surprise, "Ayo, I didn't say all of that now..." I mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

"You, a doctor, and me, a businessman. It's a perfect scenario of the businessman helping the doctor instead of the other way. Even though we're a year apart in age, I can satisfy your needs if Todoroki isn't enough for you, aegiya," he mused as his eyes scrunched into crescents.

I felt my cheeks light on fire at his crude words, "Wh-Wha? I-I didn't mean-"

He slowly leaned towards me, hands on each side of my desk to support himself. "You're so precious when you stutter like that~. You already play the role well...or are you really just a big ol' freak, nae sssarang~," he hissed the last part.

"J-Joon...we're still in school," I mumbled. "B-Besides, you haven't told me your choice," I tried to change the subject.

He stopped mid-lean, face going blank, "Well...either Zen or Jaehee. Zen because who cannot resist that masterpiece and Jaehee because...she kinda reminds me of you. Serious, independent...nothing like the Ami I knew."

I kept eye contact with him, "...Joon-Woo?"

"Hmmm?" he hummed, leaning back in the chair and pushing it off its front legs.

"What...was I like?"

He lifted a brow, "Huh?"

"What was I like before...I left Iwa?"

He stopped rocking his chair back and forth, "What are you talking about? You don't remember? Well...I don't expect you to. Do you really want me to refresh your memory? Rika and I promised not to bring up anything negative-"

"Yes, yes, I know that already...but if you know something I can't remember, no matter how much it hurts, I want you to tell me."

"...Ami, if you want to know...I have no right to hold back this information from you. Before you left...before that misty morning...you used to-"

"Kamilah."

My eyes snapped up to the voice that interrupted my friend; for a brief second, I glared at the boy with malice, ready to snap at him for lost information I craved for.

"I need to talk to you..." He glanced at Joon, slightly glaring at him, "alone."

"Shoto...I'm kind of in the middle of something with Joon. Can't it wait?"

"No," he straight out told me.

Reluctantly sighing because I knew he'd keep at it until I agreed, I looked back at Joon with an apologetic expression and he just nodded before setting his chair back on the ground properly.

"Don't be too long or I'll finish off your bento," he said with a smile.

"You wouldn't..." I called his bluff, standing up.

"Honestly...no. I want to keep feeding you, you're a cute plump peach," he chirped, smile revealing sharp fangs.

"...Not you, too..." I muttered, dejectedly moving past Shoto towards the front classroom doorway.

"What? Hey...hey. Aye! What are you talking about?! What's that supposed to mean, Ami?! Ami!" he kept shouting for me until I rounded the corner.

I almost didn't realize Shoto is a step short behind me, nearly bumping into me when I stopped. Fortunately, I can sense his presence behind me; despite it being a part of Hakim's Quirk, Dream Walk, he taught me to have that 6th sense of feeling a presence, or energy, near me.

He lightly brushed up against me by accident, and he took a step back to give me my personal space. Sighing once more, I turned around with a tender expression, dismissing the "I'll kill you" one from earlier.

"What's the matter, Shoto?"

He kept his expressionless facade for a while, "It's about Fujisaki."

I blinked, "What about...Joon-Woo?"

"It's difficult to tell...where his standards lay. I can't tell if he likes girls or guys...or even both."

I gasped, genuinely shocked by the potential confession. I placed my left hand over my heart, staring up at him with interest.

"Shoto...are you..."

"Am I...?"

"...gay?" I whispered.

Shoto kept his blank expression...then it morphed into confusion, scrunched up in disgust or annoyance...and it settled into an uneasy one as he glanced out a nearby window.

"That's...that's not what I implied," he admitted. His gaze moved back to me, eyes a bit wide, "You never thought about me that way, did you?"

I shook my head lightly, "No, not at all. You didn't seem like the type to me. If you were, you could've taken me by surprise."

"Oh...good. What I wanted to ask you is where his standards lay?"

"Standards? Are you...you mean his sexuality?"

He nodded.

"Well, Joon-Woo is bisexual, he swings both ways...that explains the reason he teases you and I a lot. I'm sorry about that, don't take any offense from him. It's just a part of his nature, to be "devil's advocate", you know? Anyway, why did you want to know that?" I gasped again, "Is there a classmate you're asking for? Who is she...or he?"

"Mm-mm," he said while shaking his head "no". "I'm asking because...while he would flirt about other girls and guys, he'd always come right back to you...like a lost puppy or something. I don't know the aspects of his Quirk or if it even has to do with why he sticks to you sometimes, but I...I assume it does."

"...Um, well...yeah, it kind of does has to do with his Quirk. Joon-Woo and I go way back, since we were babies. We've been close, and when I moved from Iwaizumi, it really hurt him, but now that he's here, we plan to make up the missed time with each other. I know his clinginess can look overbearing, but there's a reason for it. No need to worry about it. And sometimes, I need the physical contact, the vocal connection."

"...then talk to me," he suggested.

"Huh?"

He placed his hands on my shoulders, "I know you, Kamilah...but there are some things I think you hide from me. Don't be afraid to come talk to me...I'll listen to you. You've been here for me...let me be here for you."

I peered up into his almond-shaped heterochromia, taken aback by his words and the strong gaze he's giving me. I didn't know what else to say...or rather, I didn't know how to respond to him.

Suddenly, Shiroya's words from last summer echoed in my head.

What is Shoto to you?

Who do you think you are to Shoto?

When you said you'll "be the only one for" me once everything's done...you plan on being someone else's for the meantime? Even if you're faking it? My little brother?

The ringing of a bell shook me out of the memory and so did his grip that got firmer on my shoulders.

"You okay?"

I brushed the feeling off, smiling to reassure him, "Yes, I'm okay. I'm just...a little surprised, and thankful, for your concern. I'll be sure to try and check in with you when I do have a problem."

He nodded, "Alright. We should get to class."

"Wait, Shoto," I called to him, grabbing his left hand.

He turned back slightly, tilting his head to indicate I can go on.

"...Were you worried about Joon being so close to me because you...because you're jealous?" I timidly asked him.

Before I could even witness his reaction, Shoto had turned back around, beginning to walk with me in hand.

"Me...? Jealous of him...? It's rude to ask questions you already know the answer to," he responded amidst the ringing bell and rush of students from lunch break.

It's perfect.

It's as it should be.

The timing is impeccable.

This is how everything should play out.

Uncle Norio and Jameela will be leaving for America on an extended mission.

Hakim is 20 now, his solo hero career just now starting, and he's in charge of me as my legal guardian.

Despite Hakim knowing I plan on being a doctor, I told him I decided to become a hero, too. It took a lot of convincing because not only does he just want me to live a simple life without it being interfered with by villains...

But I did say so myself, too.

I told him I want to do a "double career". He thought it'd be too much for me, he even wanted to confide in permission from Jameela.

I shut that down quickly. I reminded him he's a grown-ass man now, he can make his own decisions, he knows what I'm capable of with and without my Quirk, and we're from the long line of the 9th Shogunate of Japan, Shigeyoshi Tokugawa-Shimizu as well as a good family line of heroes.

I am not to be underestimated.

If it weren't for my little cinnamon roll, I think this would be a bit more complicated to go through. One day after a training session with Izuku-I've been helping him bulk up some muscle-he was on a mumbling roll, mentioning what and who will be at U.A., and he just so happen to mention a certain Doctor in passing.

There will be a lot of heroes and other important people teaching at U.A. besides All-Might from what I hear! Eraserhead, Midnight, Present Mic, even your doctor-Dr. Yuiko Chinen, Snipe, Vlad King-

...Dr. Chinen? Because my brother and I had been forbidden to interact with our Aunt, other than outside of our sessions, since the CPC took me away from her, I'm sure she was threatened by Jameela to stay away from us and was blackmailed. She's good at that.

I hadn't any idea what our Auntie has been up to...except in our therapy sessions, leaving cryptic messages in documents and the usual practical tests.

Hakim was surprised when I told him I want to transfer to U.A., like him. I guess he thought I wanted to go to a school far away to get away from the people who know me, like Seijin or Shiketsu, or...

Attend Ketsubutsu like dad.

The thought brought a tiny smile to my face...to think that my dad was training to become a hero and graduated but somehow ended up in Tartarus Jail for nearly 11 years.

My smile widened enough to show some teeth, '...He's hella dangerous to be imprisoned there. Good to know I was born from 2 powerful people...'

I stopped the upside-down crunches, dangling from the bar attached not far from the door that leads into my house's gym room.

"Tired?"

I blinked, aware that my eyes cloud over and my pupils dilate when I'm daydreaming, extremely exhausted, or pumping out excessive adrenaline to ignore pain. I only know this because the broccoli boy in front of me pointed it out when we were younger, this made me learn to not slip up too much in front of him.

"Tired? How dare you ask me that! I'm the one who should be asking you that," I told him with a grin.

"Eh, heheh, I guess you're right. You've been training way longer than me," he nervously admitted.

"Mhm! Yet I'm still somehow big... Oh, that reminds me, Izu-kun, flex for me."

His face turned red, '...Cute,' I thought, eyes crinkling from how much I'm smiling.

"F-Flex?!" he shouted, nearly falling off the bench. Luckily, he put down the 45 lbs dumbbell.

"You know the protocal! At the end of each week with both our sessions and your individual training, I need to see how much progress you've made," I reminded him.

"B-But do I have to...fl-flex my muscles?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs.

"...I don't know how you're gonna make it in the world when you're literally grueling to become the Number 1. I wonder how you're going to respond when the fan service starts bombarding you."

"H-How do you know that?! I thought...you didn't like the subject of heroes or villains."

"Yeah, I don't...but it's kind of difficult to ignore when your great-grandparents, grandparents, mom, uncles, cousins, aunt and brother are all either related to, retired or current heroes. Hakim has it the worse in my opinion..."

"Oh, right! He just recently began his debut! Tell him I said "Congratulations, and thank you for your dedication"," he requested of me.

"I will."

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask...what made you want to help me, Milah-chan? I...I want to know why you decided to help me with...all of this. I was sure you'd turn me down, but you didn't. Why?"

"Because...you remind me of myself, a part of myself I don't quite remember and..." I slipped from the bar, slowly levitating down and turning up to stand on the mat below. "And because you're absolutely adorable!"

About to glomp him in a tight embrace, I stopped short of reaching my arms out, then I let them down and took a step back.

"I would hug you, but we're both sweaty and dirty...just know I really want to squeeze the life out of you right now."

"..."

"..."

"...Should I be worried?"

Sometimes, I like to make Izuku uncomfortable so I can see his reaction and throw his mind off.

"I don't know. Should you?"

Somehow, someway, he shivered with all the sweat drenching his clothes. He slowly twisted his body away from me, probably trying to figure out where this is going.

I laughed it off, not bothered at all, "Anyway, you still have to flex."

"WHAT?!" he yelled, whipping back to look at me.

At times like these, I'm glad my friends don't know each other...especially Joon-Woo; he harasses and teases Shoto enough...I can only imagine what he'd say or try to do to my angry pomeranian and my broccoli boy.

'Wait...what am I thinking? Shoto is not my friend, and Katsuki isn't either and I...he's not...I don't own him...'

Izuku isn't the only one's face turned red, and now he was trying to figure out the reason for my red apple face.

A/N:

"Give a fuck what a nig got if he ain't givin' it" is a lyric from Act Up by City Girls.

"Gongjunim" means "Princess", "gongju" for "princess", and "nim" for a formal title.

"Aegiya" is a sweet way of saying "baby" in Korean.

"Nae Sarang" means "My Love" in Korean.

Joon-Woo Fujisaki (i . pinimg " 564x /79/ 01 / d8 / 7901d 8a45e 4ff49 5a256 1b547 b024c 58 . jpg) and Rika Fujisaki (i . pinimg " / 474x / 71 / 2e / 3e / 712e3 eeae2 157d8 90e02 748d6 0a33c 1b .jpg) are Korean and Japanese.

Kuroya and Shiroya are a concept I came up with similar to "yin and yang". Kuroya represents the darkness (denial) with little light (reverie) and Shiroya represents the light (acceptance) with little darkness (reality).

Last but not least, Kamilah is aware Izuku has a Quirk and is helping him train but she, of course, doesn't know about All-Might & OFA (One-for-All). And of course, she didn't let the sudden coincidence slide so she's been adding to more research about Quirk appearances past the age of 5, she was already studying about Quirkless people a while after meeting Izuku.