The cool April breeze wafted in through the window I'd left open last night. I shivered, but the new, tickling feeling of the soft wind reminded me that since I'd been 'freed' last week I hadn't really gotten the chance to appreciate the outdoors that I had been missing for two years.

After thinking for a moment I uncurled from the fetal position in which I'd come accustomed to sleeping in and swung my legs over the side of the comfortable mattress and piles of fluffy blankets. I tiptoed across the room and had to restrain myself from tucking a sleeping Eri's messy hair behind her ear, thinking it best not to disturb her. Placing my hands on the window sill, I took in a deep breath of the sweet perfume of flowers carried in the wind and braced myself for the cold morning air. I climbed through the window as silently as possible and sat myself down on the small balcony.

A quick shiver passed through my body as the wind picked up around me, rustling my long (h/c) locks. I quickly twisted a few strands away from face so that I could see clearly. Then I looked up.

And I gasped. The broad and seemingly endless expanse of blue and gray peppered with the occasional fluffy white cloud almost caused me to lose my balance on the balcony, which was void of any railings to keep me from the short fall. Eyes widened and mouth agape I recognized that in many years the only times I'd seen the sky was when everything was cloaked in the darkened ink of night timed to hide me and my 'captors' from any onlookers and to mask the death ,manipulation and villainy that followed behind us wherever we were to trek. In this, the sky was one thing, but the sun. It shone down with a blinding brilliance that I had forgotten to miss, and it lured me into a trance that was only broken when I felt a chin come to rest on my head and small arms wrap around my neck.

I jumped at the sudden contact, "Good morning!" I squeaked in surprise.

"Good morning!" Eri responded cheerily, giggling and nestling her face into my hair, "you shouldn't stare into the sun, the heroes say it's bad for your eyes." She giggled again, motioning her hands along with her words to cover my line of vision.

"Alright, alright, but we should get inside. I don't want you to fall." I smiled to the girl as she began to lean away from the edge of the balcony.

"I don't want to fall." She frowned, shaking her head. I chuckled and followed her back inside after taking one last look at the new morning.

The two of us walked into the living room to see Eraser-head face-planted on the couch once again. I guessed this is where I would find him most of the time. I assumed he was sleeping, but Eri led me up to him and released my hand as she poked his cheek questioningly. I sighed in relief, rubbing my fingers, as her hand in mine had made me nervous. I didn't like human contact. I was always afraid that I'd end up hurting someone, which was a definite possibility. If I had had so much as a papercut when Eri grabbed my hand she likely wouldn't be standing there bothering Eraser-head right now.

"Breakfast. Leftovers. Sorry, tired." The man mumbled, breaking me from my morbid thoughts, not moving from his position on the cushions. Suddenly he sat up, as if remembering something, and groggily whispered something about forgetting a second child under his breath. "Is (y/n) awake?"

I bent down and waved to him with my free hand, as Eri had already re-claimed the other. I pushed down the nervousness that arose at the contact and smiled, "Good morning Mr. Eraser-head."

He opened his eyes and glared at me. Or at least it looked like he was glaring at me, it was hard to tell if he really was mad or if that was just his face.

"You can call me Aizawa. And uh- good morning I guess." He growled. I had deduced that he was, in fact, not angry at me, so I chose to ignore his vexed tone. He ruffled Eri's hair and patted my head awkwardly. I was really going to have to get used to the headpats, because that seemed to be the only form of communication in this unfamiliar world. "I'll get the food out, Eri can show you where to sit."

After the three of us had finished eating whatever I'd managed to scrounge up from the fridge, I noticed (y/n) stretch out her shirt with her hands and tilt her head to look down at it. I sighed. Right, I thought, she still needs new clothes. The rags that the LOV had given her to wear had been thrown away almost immediately after arriving at the hospital, so all she had was the single outfit Midnight had picked up for her. We'd deduced that (y/n) was around fifteen years old and it's not like any of Eri's clothes were going to fit her.

"Hey," I spoke up. When I noticed the girl wince at my harsh tone I tried to talk a little softer, though it seemed to come out more exasperated, "Uh, Eri needs new supplies for drawing," I stated, " I was probably just going to pick some up at the grocery store today, but seeing as you need clothes I thought I could drop the two of you off at the mall to get what you needed. Eri could show you around, and you're old enough to look after her on your own." I waited for a response, but the teen just looked up at me questioningly,

"Mall?" She spoke, confused. I furrowed my brows at her brief reply,

"Yes, mall."

"Uh-" She looked down at her hands, embarrassed, "What's a mall?"

I blinked twice before processing her words, then internally face-palmed. Right. This girl had hardly had a childhood at all, and she hadn't been out in the world like a normal teenager in, well, ever.

"Well, it's like a shopping center. There's a lot of stores there where you can buy stuff, and there's food too." I explained. Eri suddenly clung onto her arm, her eyes sparkling,

"It's so cool! There's lots of cool stuff there!" Eri beamed at (y/n), who smiled lightly at her enthusiasm.

"So, does that sound okay to you? I'll give you the money you'll need." I asked. Eri nodded her head vigorously, and (y/n) looked at her lovingly,

"Sure, if you don't mind, I'll go."

"Okay, stay together and don't die." Aizawa called out from his car as he drove away after dropping us off at the place he had called the 'mall'. Eri grinned and waved goodbye as she clutched my hand. I let out a little sigh and tried to pull my hand away. Eri frowned and looked at our hands,

"You don't have to worry. I have control over my power now, I won't hurt you."

Her words struck a chord in my heart and I winced. She thought I was afraid of her? I ceased my tugging and instead tightened my fingers around her small ones, forcing a smile. "That's amazing Eri! And I'm not afraid of you hurting me, how could I be when you're that cute!" She giggled as I reached out to boop her nose. It's not you I'm worried about, I thought to myself. But for now, I decided to not think too much about it and just be extra careful.

"Okay! This way!" She exclaimed, tugging me into the crowds of people indoors. My head throbbed a little around my horn as my quirk attempted to gage all the power stats of everyone surrounding me. I lifted a hand to my forehead and attempted to silence it. Ever since Kai Chisaki had severed my horn, my quirk had become much weaker, but that didn't stop its consistent nagging completely.

"Where are we going?" I questioned as I tried to maintain my balance while Eri dragged me past the stores. I didn't receive an answer as Eri halted abruptly, causing me to bump into a passerby. "Sorry." I apologized, but they just scoffed and stomped away. I looked down, was that not what I was supposed to say? Eri tugged on my arm, breaking me from my worries, and pointed ahead at the small shop we'd stopped in front of. Inside I saw an assortment of colored pens and notebooks and such lined against various walls and stands. Oh, this must be where we're buying the drawing supplies Aizawa mentioned, I thought before I was forcefully yanked inside by an over-excited Eri.

We'd been in the store for about five minutes and I was holding a bag as Eri looked through the crayons. I stepped back to let someone through the small aisle and bumped into someone again. "Sorry!" I cried out as they dropped their things, then internally questioned my choice of words. The person I'd bumped into before didn't seem to appreciate the apology, maybe I shouldn't have said it again. But then as I began gathering up the stranger's items I heard a nervous voice above me,

"No, I'm sorry! I should've watched where I was going, I just didn't see you there and well I guess I was a little preoccupied looking for a new journal, you see I filled up my last one completely and Kacchan threw the only spare journal I own into the pond a year ago so I can't really use that, oh but you don't know who Kacchan is, you're a stranger, I probably shouldn't be talking to strangers, but you look nice and you're picking up my things, I suppose I should thank you for that, anyways Kacchan is a childhood friend, well I guess I shouldn't say friend, he sort of hates me, I don't really know why, I guess he has anger issues and a bit of a superiority complex, oh no that's mean, he really is talented though, and he's very determined I didn't mean to talk bad about him behind his back to you, oh no now you probably hate me, I'm sorry again for bumping into you and making you hate me-"

"Don't worry about it!" I cut him off, then apologized again with a shy 'sorry' for interrupting his ranting. "I don't hate you. Here." I handed him the notebooks he'd dropped and smiled slightly. He turned red and grabbed them from my hands, using them to cover his face.

"Sorry for babbling, I get like that sometimes," He lowered the books and scratched the back of his neck. I tilted my head and looked at the boy in front of me for the first time. He looked around my height, maybe a little (taller/shorter). He had large green eyes and a spattering of freckles. His messy mane of green hair reminded me of something. Hmmm, broccoli. It reminded me of broccoli. But something else too. The boy seemed to get even more flustered as I stared, so I looked away before noticing that I hadn't responded to him.

"It's oka-" I was interrupted mid-sentence as Eri appeared behind me, dropping the crayons she'd found into the bag I held. Her face then lit up when she saw the stranger and she held out her arms.

"Deku!!" She grinned and the broccoli boy looked between us, surprised. Then he wiped the look off his face and knelt down, embracing Eri in a hug.

"Hey Eri, what are you doing here?" He asked, smiling. His smile made me realize what he reminded me of, the boy looked a little like the green haired figure in some of Eri's drawings.

"I'm buying stuff for more drawings!" She exclaimed proudly.

"Where's Mr. Aizawa? Shouldn't he be watching you?" The boy name Deku questioned, concerned. Mr. Aizawa? I thought, This must be one of his students. Aizawa had mentioned that he was a teacher at a prestigious hero school called UA.

"I'm here with my sister!" Eri looked up to me before grinning at Deku, who suddenly began whipping his head to look between Eri and I.

"SISTER?!"

Eri nodded her head. I chuckled, nervously messing with my hair. I didn't know how Eri knew this kid, but I didn't know anything about him and his company was starting to make me a little uneasy. The uneasiness got much worse as he suddenly got in my face, taking out one of his new notebooks and a pen that appeared from who knows where.

"What's you're quirk? Is it like Eri's?" His eyes searched mine eagerly and I stepped back.

"Um, sorry, who are you?" I asked. He blinked,

"Oh! Sorry! My name is Izuku Midoriya, what's yours?"

"Um. (y/n)." I shifted uncomfortably. He began writing something down before he noticed my confused look and quickly shut the notebook, mouthing a 'sorry'.

"Deku is going to be a hero!" Eri exclaimed, bringing her hands up below her chin, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"That's cool," I smiled at her. The boy opened his mouth, but I spoke before he was able to, "Eri, why don't we check out and be on our way? I don't want to bother Midoriya." She frowned, but nodded her head.

"Oh, right, sorry for holding you up! I should get going too. Bye, I hope to see you soon!" He smiled nervously before running out of the shop, clutching his books.

"Did he pay for those?" I whispered worriedly to myself. Oh well. Eri and I checked out and then wandered around for a while, looking for clothing stores.

I stood outside the stationary store for a while, frozen in place, trying to figure out what had just happened. The whole 'Eri had a sister' thing had just hit me when I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump.

"Jeez, you're jumpy today." Mina chuckled, appearing behind me.

When I'd left my house that morning to head to the mall in search of a new notebook I'd bumped into Mina and Hagakure who were on their way to go shopping. They'd then forced me to accompany them to retrieve a very annoyed Jirou from her house so that they could drag the two of us along with them, saying they needed 'outsider's opinions' on outfits.

"I-I am not!" I tried to defend myself.

"So who's that girl you were talking to, hmmm?" She prodded my cheek, pointed to the direction in which Eri and (y/n) had left.

"Yeah, she was cute!" Hagakure appeared on my left, Jirou by her side with her arms crossed, a light pink hue dusted across her nose. Hm, I hope she's not sick, I thought as I noticed the color darken at Hagakure's words. Then I felt my own face flush darker as I realized what the invisible girl had said.

"H-huh?!"

"Agreed, she was gorgeous," Mina nodded along with Hagakure, "What do you think Midoriya?" She teased. I put my hands up nervously.

"I- uh- I don't know! I mean I guess she was pretty, I didn't really notice. Not that she wasn't noticeable or anything like that-"

"Hey, Midoriya, snap out of it." Jirou cut me off before my nervous rambling could continue. I gave her a wobbly smile, grateful that she'd stopped me before I'd said something I shouldn't have. Hagakure had also been waving her hands in front of my face, but that didn't, um, exactly catch my attention seeing as her hands are, um, invisible.

"Thanks," I muttered before coming to an embarrassing realization, "Hey, wait! Were you guys listening to that whole conversation?!" I asked, bewildered.

"No, no," Mina shook her head, "We didn't hear anything, we just watched."

"Sorry, I told them it was weird, but they didn't listen." Jirou said, fiddling with her earphone jacks, bumping them against each other, "Stalkers." Mina and Hagakure looked offended.

"Just for that, I'm making you try on some outfits too!" Mina yelled pointedly at Jirou, causing her eyes to widen in fear. She looked back at me with pleading eyes as she was dragged away, but I mouthed a nervous 'sorry' and turned around to spare myself,

"Can't save them all."