"You can't escape me little girl..." a high-pitched voice whispered from behind her.

Y/n quickly looked around and saw no one. She felt the rush of wind blow at her as she ran away. Holding on tightly to Miguel's little hand. Begging him to run faster. With the speed she was going at she was practically dragging him. She pushed herself to go faster, her legs burning from fatigue. Everything around her was pitch black, it felt like she was running in an endless void.

No matter, how hard she tried to escape her assailant, they easily kept up with her. She could feel nails grasping the small hairs from the back of her neck.

"I'm scared, sissy." Miguel yelped out beside her.

"It's okay, we'll be okay" she panted, attempting to reassure him.

Before she could tell him anything else, a cold hand grasped her from behind her neck. Making her scream in fear. Instantly letting go of her little brother's hand. Miguel e/c eyes widened in fear as he saw his sister being tackled to the ground by a tall figure.

He was taking small steps in Y/n's direction to help, however,

"No!" she screamed at him, making him jolt where he stood. "Run! Keep running..." she pleaded at him.

She attempted to kick off the person on top of her, struggling to flip them.

Miguel's small voice trembled. "I'm not going to lea..."

Y/n's eyes turned blood red, scaring her brother as her frantic wide eyes pleaded at him to listen. "I SAID RUN!"

Miguel's eyes glistened with tears as he finally listened to her and ran away, not looking behind. His tears tainting his cheeks as he cried for her.

Y/n looked back at her capturer and whimpered in fear.

"What did I say, Y/n. You'll never escape me..." Mama whispered sadistically as she brought a black sword down to Y/n's chest...

Y/n awoke with a startled gasp. Leaning forward with trembling hands, she gripped onto the sheets underneath her. Sweat coated her forehead and the back of her neck. Her heart pumping fast as she recalled those chilling words.

She touched her cheeks and felt wet liquid on her fingertips. When she looked down, she saw the watery evidence of her own tears. She noticed white bandages wrapped around her hands and wrists that weren't there before.

Once the confusion from the dream detached itself from her foggy brain, she moved her eyes around her surroundings. Furrowing her eyebrows and realizing she's never been in this room before.

Gulping down the knot, bottom lip trembling in fear, anxiety evidently took over her. Her breathing becoming rattled as she felt the room closing in on her. The walls becoming smaller and smaller.

This place wasn't familiar to her.

Where was Miguel?

At the thought of him, she remembered his fearful eyes as she used her quirk on him. It was only a dream, but she'd never done that to him before. He's never seen her, use her quirk either. Even in her dreams, she feared what he might think of her, so she avoided the whole quirk thing when he was around.

Her eyes wondered around again, she was laying down on a white bed, in a small medical room with no windows. The lights had been dimmed down from their brightness, making it easier to see. But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was this was a foreign place to her. She tried to think of the events from yesterday. Her mind clouded by images of her torment from the doctor.

Did he take her into another room while she was knocked out?

She quickly got out of the bed almost tripping from the bedsheets that cocooned her. Making a beeline for the empty dark corner and pushing her back against it. Trying to protect herself from whoever would come inside. Crouching low and burying her face in between her knees, counting down from one hundred, trying to calm her rapid beating heart.

What was going on, why was she having such a hard time remembering everything from yesterday?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door to the small room opening and revealing a tired middle-aged man. He wore all black and a grey scarf around his neck. He turned to Y/n to greet her with a smile, with two warm cups in his hand. However, his smile faltered and turned to a worried frown when he didn't see her on the bed. With panicked eyes he looked around the room.

When his eyes landed on a huddled figure on the far end corner he sighed thankfully. Not ready for the mini heart attack she gave him. He stopped in his tracks, feeling relief for finding her. However, worried for her at the same time as he saw her body tremble.

Y/n was scared, making herself into a ball, with her hands up in defense.

He went back to the door and whispered for the people who were about to enter to wait outside for a moment. They all gave him confused glances, but Aizawa didn't give them time to protest as he locked the door behind him.

Putting the two cups he brought on the counter, he slowly walked up to the girl crouching low in front of her. Being as gentle as he could, his heart ached when he heard her whimper in fear.

"Hey, kid it's okay... it's me Eraserhead. Remember?" He gestured towards himself with both palms to show he wasn't a threat.

Y/n looked at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. She didn't remember anyone by that name. She was about to voice her concerns when she saw a flash of a memory from yesterday invade her mind.

He was smiling at her as they talked yesterday in the medical room from the club.

That was after? She thought...

As the fog started to clear from her mind she sighed with regret and embarrassment. Images of last night poured into her as she remembered what really happened. Her tense body slowly relaxing as she got up and took small steps to the bed.

Aizawa following her and staying close, making sure she wouldn't fall over for how badly her legs were trembling.

Her hands shook as she realized who he was, embarrassed for acting that way in front of him.

"Fuck." She whispered to no one, slowly getting back on the bed.

Ashamed her favorite hero was seeing her like this, she hid her face with her palms. No one's ever seen her go through her episodes. She was normally good at hiding it. When she woke up from her cell every morning at the club, she had time to herself to calm down.

Counting down from a high number until she was able to remember, who she was and where she was.

"I'm sorry... I just... forgot for a moment..." Y/n whispered softly at the concerned man.

He took small steps towards her again, making sure to give her the distance she needed to breathe.

"Does that happen a lot?" He hadn't realized how mentally damaged she was because of how she talked to them yesterday, without a care in the world.

She nodded slowly. "Everything gets muddled in my mind when I wake up. I get anxious when I'm in new places." She dug her fingernails in her palm, indenting crescent moons into her flesh. "I'll be okay. Can you tell me where I am?" she asked in a shaky voice.

Aizawa nodded at her, understanding this is how she coped with anxiety. "We're at U.A. High. We would have taken you to the hospital, but I don't think you wanted to be surrounded by doctors."

Y/n shook her head quickly at hearing him. "It's safe to say they're not my favorite." She bit her bottom lip, anxious and nervous.

"I understand. I do want you to be checked..."

Y/n felt a knot in her throat as he mentioned this.

"Don't worry though, she's technically not a doctor. Her hero name is Recovery girl. She can heal injuries from using her quirk. She was able to clean you up and bandage you while you slept. She also used her quirk to heal some of your cuts, I hope that's okay with you... If you say yes to getting an exam, it'll be when you are ready. I promise I'll be close by. If you start to feel uncomfortable at all, she'll leave right away."

Y/n contemplated this in her mind. Rationally she knew they had to check her overall health. Yet the thought of having tests done and another doctor be near her made her want to hyperventilate.

"Can I think about it first?" her eyes squeezed shut with anxiety of being denied of her request. Not like she wasn't used to it; she would still always ask.

"Of course, we're not here to pressure you." He smiled when she gave him a grateful nod.

"Your family and friends have been waiting for you to wake up. They've been anxious to see you. Is it okay if they come in now?" He asked in a gently soothing voice, trying not to scare her again.

Y/n wanting to see her siblings, nodded happily as she pushed her worries to the back of her mind.

Aizawa chuckled at her eagerness, getting up and opening the door, he motioned for everyone who was outside to step in. When he moved out of the way, two bodies ran in and jumped on her small bed making her laugh.

Rosalinda hugged Y/n tightly as she cried with tears of joy. Grabbing Y/n's face and squishing her cheeks, as she kissed her face over every spot she could. Miguel gripped on to Y/n's front and smiled brightly at them as they had their moment.

"Me tenías bien preocupada, como te atreviste hacer todo esto sin decirme nada?! Te podía haber ayudado..." Rosalinda scolded the girl who only smiled sheepishly.

Y/n played with her fingers, trying to escape Rosalinda's glare. "No quería envolverte por si al caso que todo se fuera a la mierda. Me perdonas?" She looked up at her with a pout and puppy dog eyes.

"No me des esos ojos... ya estas muy grande para que me afecten." The brunette girl huffed in annoyance at Y/n's attempts.

Y/n glancing at Miguel, she gave him a mischievous smirk. Miguel grinned at her, as he turned around in Y/n's lap and faced Rosalinda.

He put his hands up in a prayer, "Rosie, no te enojes con ella por favor..." he pleaded using his boyish charms.

Rosalinda rolled her eyes and smiled down at them

Palming her forehead, she sighed out. "Honestamente, los dos de ustedes, me van a matar!" She shook her head at them. "Pero bueno, estoy muy agradecida que al fin nos salimos de ese lugar. Te lo debemos todo a ti, preciosa..." She kissed Y/n's cheek one more time.

"Dime en este momento, parece que estoy preciosa?" Y/n motioned flatly to her tattered form.

Rosalinda bit her lip, eyes gleaming with mischief. "El güero que me rescato anoche lo piensa... Cuando me ibas a decir que tus pretendientes están bien guapísimos. Nos salvaste yyyyyyy te encontraste tres novios también? Niña, como eres traviesa eh?"

Y/n's eye widened as she shook her head, stuttering out an explanation.

She heard a carefree laugh from behind them and looked over in that direction. Hanta was trying to hold back his laughter as he in fact did understand them too. He was standing by Aizawa who looked at him confused, as the younger black-haired man tried to hold back his own tears.

When he saw Y/n looking at him pleadingly to not say anything, he gave her a big grin and a wink.

Glancing behind them, she saw, Shouto, Katsuki and Izuku sitting patiently. One looked unbothered, one had a natural scowl and the other looked at her with a soft smile.

The three of them waiting patiently for their turn to talk with her.

Y/n in embarrassment hid her reddening cheeks into Miguel's neck after making eye contact with them. Earning a curious glance from them in return, they looked at each other in confusion. Not understanding why, she was turning red like a tomato. They didn't understand what the family was talking about, but they knew whatever Rosalinda told Y/n must have embarrassed her.

"Se te olvida, que ay alguien que te puede entender. Y no estes diciendo tonterías, son mi amigos..." her voice sounded muffled under her brother, as she spoke. Rosalinda understood her well, laughing at how nervous Y/n got.

Rosalinda held her hands up in surrender, wiggling her eyebrows at her. Looking over at Hanta who she befriended in a day's end and winking at the blushing boy.

"No quiero que tengas novio..." Miguel pouted up at her, grabbing their attention. "El muchacho que tiene mitad pelo rojo y blanco parecía que estaba muy interesado en ti también..."

Showing her affection to the one person she loved in the whole world. Y/n squished her brother closer to her body and tickled him, not minding the people who were in the room watching them.

"I promise you it's nothing like that. Just..." she made a zipping motion over her mouth. "...okay?"

Miguel grinned up at her, his finger tapping his chin in interest. "What do I get in return?"

Katsuki laughed in the background as he saw the little boy bargaining for something. "I like the way this kid works."

Shouto hummed at his response. "Of course, you would."

Katsuki irritated, snarled at the calm aloof man.

"Miguel!" Y/n gasped at her little brother.

Miguel shrugged his shoulders. "It's not my fault, Shouto taught me a few things from our adventure yesterday."

Y/n's eyebrows went up in surprise at hearing him say that. Her brother didn't trust easily. It was rare for him to become friends right away with someone.

Thinking of the two-toned haired young man, Y/n glanced over at Shouto, who tensed up under her curious stare. This was the first time since they met, that they've been this close to each other.

Y/n gave him a sweet smile and motioned him to come over to her.

Shouto looked at Aizawa first, asking for permission as technically he was Y/n's guardian now and he respected him immensely for it.

Aizawa nodded at him once, knowing Y/n felt safe to have Shouto get close to her.

Earning a reassuring pat from Izuku before he left his side. Shouto nervously walked up to the expectant girl with arms by his side. He didn't look like it from the outside but on the inside, he felt ready to combust.

Katsuki crossed his arms watching the interaction with amusement. He finally had something in his arsenal that made Shouto shake in his shoes. His wicked grin only grew wider as he came up with ways to taunt the usual soft spoken young man, earning a worried glance from Izuku.

"Kacchan..." Izuku's usual chipper tone turned deep as he warned his friend not to do anything.

"Tch..." Katsuki rolled his eyes at him, completely ignoring the warning. "Stop being such a stick in the mud Deku."

"Let them talk, he's been really nervous..." Izuku tried to reason with him.

"Even more reason to give him shit for it." Katsuki smiled at the freckled young man. Rubbing his hands in anticipation as he looked over at Y/n and Shouto.

He saw her smiling up at Shouto and felt a tinge of jealousy. His smile dropping when he saw her reaching for Shouto's hand.

"Shouto isn't the only one with a new weakness, huh?" Izuku side eyed Katsuki.

"Shut up, Izuku. Not like you're any better." Katsuki bit out under his breath.

"They're not real." Izuku stated plainly. Ignoring the burning ache in his heart as he saw Shouto gently hold Y/n's hand.

"Hah?" Katsuki asked incredulously.

"What we're feeling. It's not real... It has to be her quirk." Izuku whispered lowly to himself.

Katsuki glanced at Izuku, his usual sharp crimson eyes softening for his childhood friend. Ochako did him good, didn't she? He thought as he sighed tiredly. He'll probably start pushing any girl who tries to get close to him, away.

He noticed how Izuku's hand twitched when he looked at Y/n's bright smile, and Katsuki internally smiled.

Or maybe not...