Amy Age:13

~Amy's POV~

My Dearest Princess Amelia,

I'm so sorry, baby. I have to leave you. I know you're going to be hurting and I know this is incredibly hard for you. It's hard for me too, I don't want to leave my baby girl. Though, I do take comfort in knowing I'm not leaving you alone. I know we've only talked about him once but there is no one else I would trust with something as precious as you. Your father is a wonderful man, the best hero in the world and I know he'll be the best father too, given some time.

It was unfair of me to keep you two from each other. I was selfish and I wanted to keep you all to myself. Be patient with him, he's a man, they're all idiots, and I did just spring it on him that he had a child. You've always known you had a father, he just wasn't around, because you had to come from somewhere, so you're probably processing this much better than he is.

Your father is kind of an idiot, but in a good way. His name is Toshinori Yagi, though I'm sure you've figured out he's All Might, he's not very subtle. See! You're not adopted, you just take after your father! Don't be afraid to talk to him, he's a great listener and one of the best problem solvers' I have ever met. He can fix all kinds of things.

Give him time to catch on to the parenting thing, it's new for him. Though now is your chance to get away with anything you want! Oh, who am I kidding, you're too nice to try and pull anything over on anyone. Who raised you?

My heart hurt as I read through her letter for the hundredth time. I could hear her voice in my head along with her loud knee-slapping laughter.

In all seriousness, my love, I just want you to be happy. Please find happiness and friends, not all people are bad. I know I tell you all people are gross but they're not all bad, give people a chance, don't be afraid to open up and make friends. People don't bite, well most...that's not helping...okay well if anyone tries to bite you, you can just pick them up and send them on their merry way.

Her laughter enveloped me, I could hear it in the back of my mind. It always brought me joy and made me smile but now, thinking of her laughter filled my heart with pain and cloaked me in sorrow. It was just a memory now. I'd never hear it again.

I'm so sorry I won't be there when you get your first period, or your first boyfriend, or when you learn how to drive, or go to prom, or graduate high school, or college, or get married.

It was just an endless run on of things I now never wanted to do or experience because my mom wouldn't be there cheering me on or helping me along the way. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I love you, princess.

Her handwriting was starting to get shaky. These were her final moments, pouring her heart out to me, trying to console and comfort me while she was dying, all alone.

There was a soft knock at my bedroom door. I'd been released from the hospital a few hours ago. All Might...or I guess I should refer to him as my father... it still feels foreign to me, maybe not quite yet. All Might brought me home so I could pack some things, though he told me he'd do all the packing if I just wanted to point at things so I could rest more. It was nice but I wasn't ready to face anyone, not yet. I glanced around my room. Before, my room felt like a safe little hideaway. It was always warm and inviting, there were shelves upon shelves with books, soft plushies in an array of colors and animals, every piece of furniture had at least one fuzzy warm fleece blanket draped over it. Now, looking around my room at all the things that used to bring me joy, I felt cold and alone, surrounded by emptiness.

Another knock, a little louder than before sounded from the door behind me. I folded the letter carefully and returned it to the worn envelope, but I couldn't let go of it. Glancing behind me at the door I hesitated. It would be polite to answer him, mom said I should give him a chance and I should be patient with him. I activated my quirk and slid the lock on the door into place. Not now, I couldn't face him right now, I needed more time.

"Amy?" The door handle jiggled slightly.

I moved away from the door but hesitated feeling guilty. It was wrong to shut him out, but I just didn't have the heart to sit in silence with him right now. After reading my mother's letter for the first time in the hospital, when I woke up and tried to say something to one of the nurses, I couldn't. Something was wrong and mom made it seem like he was a worrier, I didn't want him to worry. Frowning I hesitated again, shutting him out would make him worry too.

More tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood frozen in the center of the room torn between letting him in and shutting him out. I didn't know what to do. A choked sob escaped me and my quirk began to spiral out of control. Everything in my room began to float, books, plushies, blankets, furniture, clothes all hovered in the air in some kind of eerie orbit around the room as I lost my grip.

All Might let out some kind of shocked sound. That meant it was probably affecting other rooms in the house. "Amy. It's okay." His voice was so warm and gentle it made me feel even more guilty. "Please unlock the door."

I hesitated as I tried to focus my attention on the door only succeeding in sending a dozen plushies flying right at it. Each one bounced off with a soft thud and I cried harder in frustration, sinking to my knees.

"It's okay. I'm calm. If you take a deep breath, it'll help you be calm." His voice sounded through the door. He sounded calm so I didn't think he was lying.

I tried to take a deep breath. Then another. The tears wouldn't stop falling. Another choked sob escaped me.

"I am calmly floating toward the ceiling." His voice was moving upward but he still sounded completely calm and I felt a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. There was a soft thud, "I have calmly bumped into the ceiling." Mom was right, he was kind of an idiot, but in a good way.

I tried again to take a deep breath. It was easier this time. Everything dropped to the floor. There was a thud out in the hall.

"I have calmly returned to the floor."

I couldn't help but giggle quietly at this. Slowly, I picked myself up off the floor and used my quirk to put everything back in its place before unlocking the door. It opened after a moment. A tall man with large muscles and glittering golden hair that was slicked back save for two strands that stuck straight up in a way that they almost looked like horns or bunny ears, stood framed in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of dark green cargo pants and a plain white t-shirt. His bright blue eyes, eyes like mine, fell on me and a radiant smile lit up his entire face.

"Good job, young Amy." He posed with a thumbs up. It was a little cheesy but it made me smile. His smile brightened as he noticed the smallest trace of a smile on my lips, "I wasn't sure if you needed to talk about...anything..." He really was out of his element.

I shook my head.

"I'm here, if you need me..." He looked at a loss for words.

I wasn't sure if my voice would work or not and kept silent.

"Um..." His gaze drifted over to an alarm clock sitting atop my desk, "Oh, it's lunch time...are you hungry?" He looked back at me.

I shook my head, again.

"Ah..." He frowned, "Are you okay with staying here for the rest of the week or would it be better to get a hotel?" He asked unsure.

The house did feel weird now, without mom. It felt lifeless. I wasn't sure how to answer.

He seemed to catch on to my predicament. "House, yes or no?"

I hesitated. I'd only have a few more days, perhaps it would be better to stay here, so I could remember how she smelled a little longer before that memory faded away along with the sound of her laughter. I nodded as a single tear slipped from my hold.

He stepped forward retrieving a small packet of tissues from one of the pockets of his cargo pants. "She was right, as always." He smiled somberly, mom must have told him to have tissues on hand in the letter. More tears streamed down my cheeks, she was always right.

All Might looked a little panicked unsure if he should just hand me tissues or try to help me. He seemed hesitant to touch me as if he were afraid I'd break or recoil from him. In my current mental state either was possible. Making up his mind, he attempted to mop up my tears with the tissue before hesitantly wrapping his big arms around me.

My body tensed momentarily as he held me close, holding me like I were a fragile piece of glass on the brink of shattering. I drew in a sharp breath. After a moment, I felt myself begin to relax and leaned into his embrace accepting his warmth and strength. Moments ago, I'd felt hopeless and alone, those feelings were still very present but somewhat lessened, with him here. Once my crying ceased, he gingerly rubbed my back to console me before slowly releasing me from his hold. As he pulled away, I saw tears in his eyes and felt guilty again. Of course, he would be hurting, he knew mom too...he knew her longer and he was trying to console me even though he was grieving too.

I froze unsure of what to do torn between wanting to comfort him in some way and wanting to keep my distance. We were stuck in an awkward tango, we were parent and child yet also complete strangers, the only thing uniting us was our love for my mother. Hesitantly, I activated my quirk and used my telekinesis to pull the small pack of tissues from his pocket. They hovered in front of him and he smiled down at me as he accepted them.

"Thank you." He gently placed his hand atop my head. It was something I'd seen lots of father's do to their children, a warm show of affection that I'd always wondered how it felt. It was warm and instantly made me feel a little lighter.

I nodded, still not sure if my voice was going to cooperate with me or not.

His smile faltered a little, "Do you want to be alone right now?" He asked unsure.

I hesitated as I pondered his offer. Would he feel bad if I said yes? The helpless look in his eye riddled me with guilt. As he was about to turn away taking my silence as wanting him to go, I felt more alone than before and was struck with terror. Darkness began to creep in as he turned to go. I didn't want to be alone! I reached out and caught his hand before shaking my head frantically. The house I grew up in no longer felt like home or offered me the comfort it once did.

"Alright." He smiled warmly as he squeezed my hand in his. "I'll stay."

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