~Amy's POV~

A Few Months Later (September)

After a few months, I settled into my new life in Japan with my dad. Though I still had a difficult time making friends, there were a few girls in my class that were nice to me at school so it was leaps and bounds better than back in the states. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror feeling apprehensive. Dad asked me to attend some charity event that a lot of professional heroes would be at. I was nervous, I didn't want to do anything to make him look bad.

The girl staring back at me in the mirror looked scrawny, dainty and pale. I looked to the pretty pale blue dress hugging my petite frame, it looked like something a princess might wear. Makoto had taken me dress shopping when she heard I was going to the charity event with dad. She'd even gotten me some makeup and helped show me how to apply it, though I didn't want to use very much of it so only used some mascara and a soft pink lip stain.

There was a knock at my door and I turned as it opened and a head of glittering gold hair poked through the small gap. A radiant smile lit up his face as he spotted me standing nervously in front of the mirror. "Excuse me, your highness, I appear to have the wrong room, I'm looking for my daughter, Amy, she's about this big." He held up his hand roughly about where my height would be.

"Dad." I giggled, "You're being silly again."

"Oh, it is my Amy, I thought you were a real princess." He beamed as he stepped into the room in a dapper black tuxedo.

I couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

He picked up the matching pale blue shawl Makoto had picked out to keep me from getting cold and draped it over my shoulders. "Ready to go, Princess?" He offered me his arm.

I smiled as I placed my arm in his and followed him out the door. We paused by the front poor to put on our shoes. Makoto had picked out a pair of reasonably comfortable short heels that matched my dress. We stepped outside and found an awaiting car to chauffeur us to the event. I really felt like a princess with the fancy dress and the star treatment.

We arrived at a large fancy banquet hall and managed to avoid the press, since he knew they made me nervous. There were beautiful floral arrangements, glittering lights and even some ice sculptures decorating the grand ballroom. I'd never seen anything so fancy before. It felt like a real fairytale ball that I only thought existed in books and movies.

As soon as we stepped into the giant ballroom, all eyes were on us. I felt my heart begin to race as everyone turned their attention to us. Dad was the number one hero, everyone gawked at him when he was in his hero form. He smiled and waved at a few people but paused as he felt my grip unconsciously tighten on his arm.

I felt his gaze on me and realized I'd accidentally reacted. I couldn't do anything to embarrass him. Before he could ask me if I was alright, I offered him a reassuring smile and eased my grip. He didn't look convinced but we were interrupted as several people came to greet him.

"Who's this lovely young lady, All Might?" One of the wealthy looking women that had come to greet him asked with a smile.

Dad beamed proudly, "This is my daughter, Amelia." He looked like he might tear up and I realized this was the first time he'd gotten to publicly introduce me to anyone when he was appearing as All Might.

Many of the women surrounding us gasped causing everyone in the ballroom to look our way again. I tensed and unconsciously gripped his arm again. The question that was sure to follow upon that information bomb: where's her mother? It was too soon for me to talk about it to strangers. Dad tactfully got the topic back to the charity event and had all the women giggling like schoolgirls in no time. After that we managed to excuse ourselves.

We didn't make it more than a few steps before another gaggle of wealthy fans and even a few lesser known heroes blocked our path. This process repeated a few times until I was sure almost everyone in attendance had greeted us. After nearly twenty minutes of small talk and greetings, we made it through the entryway, passed the dance floor positioned in front of a stage were an orchestra was playing music and found ourselves near a plethora of dining tables each one with an elaborate floral center piece with glittering lights.

"You okay?" He looked down at me worried as I finally eased my grip on his arm now that we weren't being swarmed by tons of people.

Before I could answer, I spotted a familiar face at one of the dining tables. "Grampa Torino?"

"Huh?!" Dad paled slightly and I looked up at him curiously. "Gran Torino is here...wait did you say Grampa?"

I giggled as Dad reluctantly steered me through the tables over to where I spotted him. Grampa Torino, or as most people knew him, Gran Torino, was a short old man with stark white hair and a well kempt beard. He looked up as we approached and his eyes grew wide.

"Oh! Little Amelia, you're not so little anymore." He hopped atop his chair so he was at a huggable height and I smiled and gave him a big hug. His gaze flicked to Dad.

"You knew about Amy?" Dad asked in awe.

Grampa Torino chuckled as I took a step back. He motioned for me to take the empty seat beside him but decided against answering dad trying to play the ornery old man card. I giggled and decided to help him out.

"Grampa Torino came to visit us at Christmas time when I was younger." I giggled as I remembered the first time, I'd met him he'd dressed in a Santa suit. I'd asked Mom if one of Santa's elves was trying to take over and it sent her into a hysterical fit of laughter. In my defense, I was only five at the time. He visited mostly around holidays and though we weren't related he was like my adopted grandparent since my mom had been an orphan and didn't have any parents of her own. Gran Torino was the closest thing my mom had to a father.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dad asked his trademark smile beginning to falter.

Gran Torino sighed, "Ayumi never confirmed it, I had my suspicions but anytime I asked who Amy's father was she would dodge the question."

Dad accepted his response and nonchalantly adjusted my shawl as he noticed me shiver slightly. It was cold in here, I was glad Makoto had insisted on the shawl. He spotted someone he knew and looked down at me before turning to Gran Torino, "Are you two okay here for a moment? I need to talk to someone."

Gran Torino waved him away without much of a response. He was so ornery at times.

I smiled, "I'll be okay."

"I'll be right back." He assured me before bending forward to kiss the top of my head.

Though I said I'd be okay, the moment he left my side I felt a little anxious. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I felt an involuntary shiver roll down my spine, someone was watching me. Nervously I looked away from the table, my eyes locked with a boy who looked to be about my age and I felt my heart stutter in my chest as I realized he was glaring at me.

His hair was multicolored, the left half of his hair was a deep red color, the right half snow white. There was a large red scar that looked like the result of a serious burn over his left eye taking up a good portion of the left side of his face. His left eye was a bright turquoise color and his right a dark steel color. I would have found him cute if he wasn't currently glaring daggers at me.

I nervously pulled my gaze away from him and looked to the girl at his side, she looked too young to be his mother, perhaps she was an older sister. She appeared to be around twenty years of age and had long snow-white hair with faint streaks of deep crimson mixed in. Her dark steel eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses. She was trying to engage the teenage boy with the sour expression on his face in conversation but he was having none of it. I overheard her call him Shoto and say something about she wished she could have convinced Toya and Natsuo to come with them to the event.

I tore my gaze away from the pair of them and looked back at Gran Torino only to groan inwardly as I realized he was sound asleep in his chair. Though I wasn't looking at the boy with the scar over his left eye, I could feel his spiteful gaze trying to burn a hole through my forehead. It was making me anxious. Ignoring the boy, I glanced around the room in an attempt to find my dad, he was the number one hero, he always stood out, so he should be easy to find. Sure enough, I heard his boisterous laugh not too far away and felt myself relax as I spotted him conversing with a short furry white individual. I couldn't quite tell if the individual more resembled a mouse, cat or dog.

A shiver ran down my spine. Was it getting colder in here? Just when I thought my anxiety was going to get the better of me, a big warm hand gave me a gentle pat on the head. I glanced up and felt my face light up with a smile as I met my father's grinning face.

"You alright, Princess?"

I nodded.

"It got quite chilly over here, how about a dance to warm up?" He grinned and offered me his hand.

"Ah...I don't know how..." I replied quietly.

"Not to worry, Dad Might to the rescue." He beamed.

"Huh?"

"I can teach you."

"...I don't want to embarrass you..."

"Not to worry, Little Amelia, he does a fine enough job embarrassing himself." Gran Torino piped up causing me to giggle. He had a good point, dad could be a little silly at times.

I placed my hand in his. It was so warm. I hadn't realized how cold I must have gotten as my hand probably felt like an ice cube compared to his. As I got to my feet, I felt the boy's glare once more and tried not to shiver or react in anyway. We moved away from the seating area and I started to feel less chilled.

"Are you alright, your hand is cold as ice?" Dad asked worried.

"I'm okay." I reassured him with a smile, "Who were you talking to before?"

"The principal of the old Alma Mater, where your mom and I went to school." He smiled as if recalling a fond memory.

"UA?"

"Oh, she talked about it?" He asked hopefully.

"Mhm, mostly she just talked about someone she called the class nuisance..."

Dad flinched before chuckling, "I guess that was me."

"Really?" I asked him curiously.

"Your amazing dad wasn't always so amazing." He smiled as we reached the dancefloor. Upon noticing the look of hesitation on my face he lifted me by the waist just enough so I could put my feet atop his. It was something I'd seen many father's do with much younger daughters and couldn't help but giggle.

"I think I'm a bit too old for this kind of dance lesson."

His smile turned somewhat somber, "Humor me, I missed out on a lot."

Sorrow gripped me as I saw what looked like remorse in his bright blue eyes. He felt guilty that he hadn't been apart of my life. I hugged him tight, I didn't want him to feel bad. It wasn't his fault. And I'd never felt like my life was lacking because he'd been absent, thanks to mom. I didn't know what else would make him feel better and blurted the first thing that came to mind, "If it'll help, I could color on the walls, fall off my bike and throw a tantrum over spilled milk tomorrow."

His warm boisterous laugh shook me as I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me hugging me back. "Your mother was right, you truly are the greatest gift one could ever receive. I love you, Amy."

My heart swelled at his words, "...I love you too, Dad..."

After two somewhat embarrassing dances standing atop his feet so I could learn the steps, we tried it normally. I wasn't the most coordinated person and it was a little clumsy but he caught me anytime I stumbled and we had a lot fun. A few more songs later and the orchestra stopped playing as the dinner and the charity auction was about to begin. There was assigned seating during the dinner and we were led to our table by a very nervous looking university student dressed in the uniform all the catering staff was wearing. I felt a little disheartened when we passed by Gran Torino's table. All the color drained from my face when we stopped at the table where the boy with the scar was sitting.

Next to him was the girl I assumed was his sister and next to her was a terrifying looking man with an angry scowl across his surly face. There was a flaming beard on his chin and his turquoise eyes were narrowed into a glare as he looked at my dad, he was ranked second in the hero ranking, Endeavor. Also at the table, was the third ranked hero, Best Jeanist, who seemed polite and offered me and my dad a pleasant greeting as we took our seats. The other occupant at our table was the fifth ranked hero, Edgeshot who also offered us a polite greeting. Four out of the top five ranking heroes were seated at the same table. I was relieved to find my seat was between Best Jeanist and my father as I probably would have dropped dead if I had to sit next to the surly looking boy.

"I wasn't aware All Might had a daughter." Best Jeanist remarked casually, before offering me his hand in greeting, "Tsunagu Hakamata." He introduced himself. I hadn't really followed heroes all that much growing up. Though mom used to be a hero she never talked about it. Since moving to Japan with my dad, I started reading up on them a bit more, Best Jeanist was among the ones I admired. He was polite, efficient and not over the top. True to his nature, he was dressed in a denim suit that probably would have looked ridiculous on anyone else but suited him well.

I accepted his hand with a smile, "Amelia Takada." I bowed my head politely, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hakamata."

He smiled as he released my hand and looked to my father, "She's a charming child."

I blushed at this feeling awkward as the boy with the scar was still burning a hole through my forehead. Mom didn't have very many friends that she brought around so I wasn't used to embarrassing praise from other adults. Dad must have sensed I was feeling anxious as he placed his arm around me and engaged everyone in polite conversation. Endeavor didn't participate nor did his son. His daughter, who introduced herself as Fuyumi Todoroki was polite and seemed happy to engage in the conversation with everyone else as we waited for the dinner to be served.

"So, how old are you Amelia?" Fuyumi asked me curiously.

"Th-thirteen." I answered shyly not liking being the center of attention.

"Oh! You're the same age as Shoto." She smiled down at the boy at her side.

Before either of us could say anything, I noticed a server out of the corner of my eye with a tray filled with water glasses nervously approaching our table. Whether he was nervous because Endeavor looked scary or just the fact that the highest ranked heroes were all at this table, I couldn't be sure. He tripped as he almost reached the table and the glasses went flying. Reflexively, my quirk activated and all the glasses, their spilled contents, the tray and the server froze in midair before they could crash.

"Whoa...what's happening?" The server yelped as he spotted the water all maintaining its shape hovering in the air.

"Nice catch." Dad smiled as he pat me on the head. He noticed everything was staying frozen for too long and looked down at me curiously, "You going to put them down?"

"Everyone's looking at me." I squeaked so only he could hear. Everyone's staring was making me panic too much if I tried to move anything right now it could go flying or everything in the room would end up floating.

"Ah...I could calmly create a distraction..." He smiled it was enough to relax me as I giggled just imagining him doing something completely absurd in an attempt to calm me down. Realizing his words were enough to calm me down he stayed in his seat for which I was grateful.

The water returned to the glasses before gently floating to the table landing in their designated locations before the server was returned to his feet and the tray gently placed in his open hand. He looked at the now perfectly set table in awe before turning to me.

"Thank you, Miss." He grinned.

"Y-you're w-welcome." I squeaked and bowed my head folding my hands in my lap.

"Elegantly handled." Best Jeanist remarked as the server scrambled away to retrieve the food.

"Seems she needs more training, All Might." Endeavor's voice made me flinch. Of course, he noticed the hiccup.

I kept my head down and squeezed my hands in my lap attempting to calm myself down. I know I needed to work on my quirk more, it was really hard to control but him pointing it out made me feel like I'd somehow made dad look bad. The only goal I had for the evening was not to embarrass him and I felt like I'd just failed.

"It's alright." His warm voice sounded from beside me and I glanced up at him as I felt his warm hand tousle my hair, "I'm proud of you." He beamed. "And no one calmly hit the ceiling this time."

I giggled at this, remembering when I'd lost control of my quirk once I'd been released from the hospital and accidentally smacked him into the ceiling. "I guess that counts as progress."

After a horribly awkward dinner, the heroes went to play their part for the charity event, they were like celebrity endorsements to get the charity more popularity and all had to mingle with the donors. Which left me alone at the table with the angry looking Shoto and his pleasant sister, Fuyumi. Seeming like she was used to tense situations, Fuyumi politely engaged me in small talk asking about school and my nonexistent friends.

"Amelia." Shoto spoke up and I nearly jumped out of my skin before nervously meeting his gaze.

"Y-yes?"

"I intend to surpass you-." He began in a very serious tone.

I let out a panicked squeak that gave him pause before blurting, "I-I don't think you'll have to try very hard...I'm not good at much."

He paused his eyes growing wide at my sudden admittance of defeat. His serious expression dulled looking completely baffled by what I had said. Fuyumi shook her head at her younger brother with a smile.

"Don't you want to be a hero?" He asked me after a moment.

"I never really thought about it before..." I admitted nervously.

"What?!" He didn't seem to like this answer.

"Guess she can't be your rival." Fuyumi giggled.

"R-rival?" I paled. Was that why he was glaring at me earlier?

He sighed looking bored. It seemed that since he no longer thought me his rival, I was no longer worth his time as he stopped talking. Fuyumi tried to reprimand him for his behavior though it seemed to have no effect and we sat in silence until it was time to go. Their father finished up first since he wasn't nearly as social as dad. Fuyumi was the only one who offered me a farewell it seemed both father and son thought I wasn't worth their time.

"Ready to go, princess?" Dad's uplifting voice sounded from behind me shaking me from my brooding thoughts.

I turned to him and attempted my most convincing smile. "Y-yeah."

His trademark smile began to falter a little, he was getting much better at reading me. "What's wrong?"

"Do you want me to be a hero when I grow up?" I blurted before I could stop myself.