I faintly remembered Dad carrying me at some point in the middle of the night. I thought I'd heard him talking to Present Mic and Mr. Aizawa. I remembered being half asleep and Dad telling me to change into pajamas. When I woke up, I found myself tucked in my own bed surrounded by plushies. I must have been functional enough when he'd told me to change as I found myself in a flowy pale blue night dress. The plushies that Todoroki and Bakugo had given me had somehow ended up on a shelf on the opposite side of the room. I found it strange as I remembered keeping them on my bed, and the plushies I'd woken up with were all from Dad and weren't usually on my bed but displayed around my room neatly. It was curious, but I didn't think on it for too long.

A yawn escaped me as I slid out of bed. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I reached for the door. I'd meant to apologize to Dad for not sticking to the original plan yesterday, I knew Mr. Aizawa had let him know where I was but I was sure it had worried him. Shinso was too distracting and I lost track of time. Hopefully Dad wasn't too upset and I could apologize to him properly now.

As I pushed my bedroom door open, I heard voices from the dining area and was surprised to see Dad sitting at the table with Uncle Naomasa, a tired looking Mr. Aizawa and a chipper looking Present Mic. They turned as they heard my door open and I blushed as I remembered I was still in my pajamas and my hair was probably a hot mess.

"Aw!" Present Mic squealed, "she's too precious." He made a move to get up but Mr. Aizawa smacked him over the back of the head before he could get very far. "Ow, what was that for?"

"Don't be a creep." Mr. Aizawa grumbled while fighting off a yawn. "Good Morning, Amy."

Dad smiled, "Good Morning, Princess." He looked tired; I wasn't sure what exactly had happened for him to have gone to the visit Uncle Naomasa at the police station yesterday. Mr. Aizawa didn't tell me anything more than Dad was busy with some hero work and had asked him to look after me.

"G-good morning." I squeaked and looked to Dad, I wanted to talk to him but was a little nervous talking to him in front of everyone. I wanted to apologize and find out what had happened and why he looked so tired and worried.

"Everything okay, Princess?" Dad noticed my hesitation.

I was nervous, I knew I'd made him worry but I wasn't sure that was his only worry and I felt bad for going along with Shinso without letting him know. "C-can we talk?"

Dad paled and excused himself from the table before following me to my room. He shut he door behind him and before I could say anything he launched into a panicked stream of questions. "What's wrong, Princess? Did something happen? Did that boy do something to you?!"

"H-Huh?! What?! N-N-No, of course not." I felt my cheeks start to burn as I realized what he was asking. "I wanted to apologize and ask if you were okay."

Dad looked relieved. After a moment his relief turned to curiosity, "why did you need to apologize?"

"I didn't end up going to the mall like I had planned and I didn't contact you to let you know." I bowed my head. "I'm sorry."

I felt his hand gently fall atop my head before ruffling my hair gently, "it's alright, Princess. It's not your fault, it was that questionable Shinso character." He frowned.

"He's not questionable." I protested, trying to defend Shinso. Everyone got the wrong idea about him, "he was just trying to help..." I felt nervous, Dad didn't like me getting close to boys, I knew it made him uncomfortable.

"No boys!" Dad seemed to blurt before he could stop himself, causing me to jump at his sudden outburst. He laughed nervously after and scratched the back of his head, "ah, sorry...I... it's just..." He couldn't seem to find his words, "maybe we can have a talk about boys later, I'm not sure I can handle it at this moment, I've got quite a bit on my pla-." He paused again realizing he'd revealed too much.

I looked up at him, worried. "What happened yesterday?" I'd expected him to be a little more cross or at least give me a lecture on safety after skipping out on my plans yesterday and spending the day with Shinso. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Dad smiled down at me and pulled me in for a hug before kissing the top of my head, "it's nothing for you to worry about, Princess. It'll help greatly if you'll just continue being my sweet little Princess." He took a step away from me and his expression turned a little more serious, something was definitely up, "also, the four of us have to go to the station." He motioned toward the kitchen and I gathered he meant himself, Present Mic, Mr. Aizawa and Uncle Naomasa, "I need you to promise me you'll stay home today. If you want to invite a friend over, that would be fine...just stay home."

He was starting to scare me a little, something was definitely wrong. Asking him about it wasn't going to help. I could see he was trying to protect me and thought better than to press the issue. Reluctantly, I nodded. "I'll stay home."

"Promise?"

I nodded again, "I promise."

Dad breathed a sigh of relief, "good, that's one less thing to worry about." He said somewhat to himself. "Anything else you needed to discuss, Princess?"

I shook my head. Even if there had been, I wouldn't have brought it up, he was really concerned about something and I wouldn't want to bother him. His concern for whatever he didn't want to tell me about was starting to scare me quite a great deal.

"Alright, how about breakfast?" He took a step toward my door.

I nodded and trailed after him as my brain plotted out dozens of worst-case scenarios about what Dad was worrying about. Lost in my own anxious ponderings, I started on breakfast. In the back of my mind I thought I heard Mr. Aizawa ask Dad if I was alright before Uncle Naomasa's voice penetrated my frantic worried thoughts.

"Did you tell her about Midoriya's run in with Shigaraki at the mall?" Uncle Naomasa asked Dad and I dropped the skillet in my hand. It bounced off the stove top with a loud clatter and fell toward the floor.

My quirk acted reflexively and caught the skillet and all of its contents before it could hit the floor as I turned to stare at Dad wide eyed. The skillet slowly drifted back up to the stove top. "I-Izuku was attacked?" I panicked.

"Ah, n-no, not quite, he-." I didn't even hear the rest of Dad's explanation as my phone came flying out of my room and into my hand already dialing Izuku's number. "Amy?" Dad called to me worried. In my peripheral vision I caught Present Mic and Mr. Aizawa looking at Dad and shaking their heads in a disapproving manner.

Izuku picked up the phone on the second ring and I jumped at the sound of his voice as I realized it was preset to speaker phone. "ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh, a girl is calling me...ah! I answered!"

"Real smooth." Present Mic remarked with a snicker.

"Izuku?! Are you okay?! What happened?!" I couldn't stop panicking as my mind played through every possible horrific scenario of how his run in with Shigaraki could have gone. Was he in the hospital? How injured did he get? Despite my panicking, the skillet was moving across the stove still tossing the ingredients inside making sure they were cooking evenly and not burning.

"H-Huh? Y-yeah, I'm okay." Came his nervous reply on the other end. "Nothing really happened, Shigaraki just talked." He tried to reassure me as if he could somehow tell I was on the verge of a breakdown.

Tears welled in my eyes, if only I'd have been there, I could have done something, I could have protected him. My eyes widened as this thought fluttered across my mind. Did my talk with Shinso really help me realize I wanted to protect people with my scary quirk? "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." I said softly as the skillet hovered to the table and slowly began dumping food onto each of the plates set in front of everyone.

"Ah! N-No way! I'm glad you weren't there, if you'd have gotten hurt, I'd never forgive myself...or be able to face All Might again..." He babbled on nervously. "I'm really glad you were safe, Amy." I could hear the smile in his voice and felt my cheeks start to redden a little.

"N-No boys!" Dad panicked from the table, "...ah...I mean no phones at breakfast..." He tried to cover for his outburst as Uncle Naomasa, Present Mic and Mr. Aizawa were all looking at him strangely.

"I'm glad you're okay, Izuku." I reluctantly hung up the phone and set it on the counter before retreating to the table and taking my seat.

"If you ask me, Princess Might, you have amazing control over your quirk, did you even realize you'd finished making breakfast, set the table and served it while you were talking to Midoriya?" Present Mic pondered.

It had felt somewhat reflexive, I was aware but I didn't feel like I had really done much, I'd been too focused on making sure Izuku was okay. I shrugged feeling a little nervous by all the attention.

"See, I knew it would work better if you just stopped thinking so much." He beamed. "So, Princess Might...is Midoriya your boyfriend?" Present Mic pondered curiously as Dad took a sip of his coffee causing him to nearly choke to death.

Everyone looked to him, worried.

"N-No boyfriends." Dad choked causing Mr. Aizawa to shake his head and Present Mic to chuckle.

I looked to Mr. Aizawa silently pleading for him to change the subject as I feared the topic of boys might kill Dad if we lingered too long. He offered me a small smile as he picked up on my silent beseeching, "this is great." He pointed at his breakfast, "is cooking a Hobby of yours, Amy?"

Uncle Naomasa chuckled silently as he realized Mr. Aizawa had tactfully shifted the topic. He looked over at me and gave me a gentle pat on the head before adding, "she really is quite an accomplished cook for her age."

I'd started cooking because I thought it would help mom out. Sometimes she worked odd hours to support us and making sure I had a well-balanced meal was always at the top of her worry list. I asked to help out at first then took over once I was comfortable. "I like cooking," I replied with a smile, "I used to cook with my mom a lot." My smile slipped, I no longer remembered the feel of her warm hugs, the smell of her perfume or the sound of her laughter. The memories now too distant for me to recall accurately. No matter how often I tried to think of her voice and her laughter it didn't sound right in my memories.

After breakfast, Dad reluctantly left with Mr. Aizawa, Present Mic and Uncle Naomasa after making me promise once more not to leave the house. Once they left, I set to work cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and dining room as my quirk somewhat reflexively began picking up things in the living room and tidying up the rest of the house. With the help of my quirk I was able to clean all the rooms simultaneously and finish tidying up the house within a few minutes. I retreated to my bedroom deciding to lose myself in a book. I'd thought about calling Izuku again but after thinking about Dad's earlier reaction, thought better of it.

Not long after I'd started reading, I heard a knock at the front door. I jumped, startled by the sudden sound and set my book down on my bed before going to see who was at the door. I was suddenly overcome with anxiousness and worry as I thought about Izuku having a run in with Shigaraki the day before, what if it was him?! I picked up my phone preparing to call my Dad and slowly inched toward the door. After another moment there was another knock.

I reached the door and slowly peered through the peephole. My heart stuttered in my chest as I spotted Shinso on my doorstep. I scrambled to open the door. "Sh-Shinso, what are you doing here?" I squeaked.

His cheeks reddened as he looked at me but he recovered with a smirk, "all you're missing is the tiara, Princess." He mockingly bowed and I glanced down only to realize I was still wearing my Cinderella-y nightgown.

I felt my face grow hot, a panicked squeak escaped me and I closed the door in his face before sprinting to my room to change. As I was changing, I realized I'd very rudely just closed the door in his face and groaned. I finished changing into a pair of baby blue shorts and a white t-shirt with some blue and purple flowers on it before racing back to the door. Now mostly out of breath from the mad dash, I opened the door and dropped into an apologetic bow.

"I'm sorry!"

Shinso choked on a laugh and clutched at his sides as he laughed uncontrollably, "you're too much, Princess Scaredy Cat."

My face felt hot and I was too embarrassed to look at him, "w-what are you doing here?"

"I thought maybe you'd be beating yourself up again since you're very rarely honest about your feelings." He shrugged.

I blushed at this before a thought crossed my mind, "how did you know where I live?"

Shinso smirked, "I bumped into a babbling idiot while I was out, who wouldn't stop yammering on about a girl he talked to on the phone. It didn't really take all that much convincing to get him to spill your address."

I tried to think about who knew my address, "Izuku?"

Shinso's lips twitched slightly, pulling into a frown, "you know, Princess Scaredy Cat, I'm starting to think you don't like me, you won't use my first name." His expression returned to a coy teasing smirk.

"Ah, but that's not true, I do like you." I blurted before realizing how that probably sounded and blushing like mad.

Shinso chuckled, "that right?"

I buried my face with my hands feeling absolutely mortified and reluctantly nodded.

"So, use my first name." Somehow, I knew he was bullying me.

"S-Stop being mean, Hitoshi." I sniffled.

Shinso made a strange choking sound and when I glanced in his direction, I realized his face was as red as mine, "jeez, Princess Scaredy Cat, way to tug at the heart strings." He sighed, "alright, sorry for being mean, let me make it up to you." He smiled, "want to go on a date?"

"W-what?!" I felt the familiar sensation wash over me as I was caught in his quirk.

"How many times do you have to fall for it? You're far too trusting." He snickered before offering me his hand, "come with me."

I slipped my hand in his and nearly took a step off the porch to follow him before Dad's face popped into my head. No! I wasn't allowed to leave the house! I promised Dad. I couldn't break my promise to him. Tears welled in my eyes as I was suddenly overcome with panic. I didn't want to make him worry anymore!

Shinso paused as he noticed the tears now streaming down my cheeks, he released me from his hold and took a step back to give me space, "what's wrong?"

"I can't leave! I promised Dad I wouldn't leave the house! He'll worry even more if I leave!" I choked on a sob, I wasn't even sure if my words had come out coherently or not.

Shinso looked confused for a moment before working out what I'd cried at him. He sighed, "alright, calm down. I'm sorry, I didn't know." He apologized as I nearly crumpled into a heap on the porch unable to stop the flow of tears. "You really are hopeless." He sighed and helped keep me upright. "Come on, don't cry so much." He was starting to sound increasingly panicked the more I cried which only made me cry more because I knew I was worrying him, and it was slowly turning into a disaster.

Sighing, Shinso steered me into the house and quickly scanned the kitchen for something to mop up my tears, he spotted a box of tissues and sat me in a chair before returning with the tissues. He wiped away my tears and gently rubbed my back.

"Don't make me apologize again." He groaned, "come on, I don't like seeing you upset, so hurry up and lecture me some more."

I calmed down and offered him a teary apology, "...sorry..."

He chuckled, "why are you apologizing, I'm the scumbag."

"No, you're not." I sniffled as I wiped away the last remnants of tears. "You were just trying to cheer me up...but really you should ask me if its okay for you to kidnap me next time."

Shinso stared at me for a moment before choking on a laugh, "that settles it, I can't leave you alone."

"H-Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" I stammered.

"What kind of person asks someone whom they suspect to be a kidnapper to ask for permission before kidnapping them." Shinso chuckled.

I couldn't help but smile back at him as I realized how silly my earlier statement was and before long, I was giggling along with him.

"Well you seem to be feeling better, that's good." He smiled before glancing around as if he just suddenly realized he was in my house, "ah, I better go before your helicopter Dad catches me-."

I shook my head at this, "Dad's out, and he said it was okay if I invited a friend over, so is it okay if we stay here instead of go out?"

"You sure that's okay?" He frowned.

I pondered it for a moment, Dad had been weirder about boys. Maybe I should text him first, but he was dealing with something serious and I was afraid to worry him more with something that seemed so trivial. I nodded.

"Alright." Shinso smiled, "now what?"

I thought for a moment and realized I had no idea what to do, I'd never had much experience with hanging out with friends. I scrambled to my bedroom in search of something to do and found some old board games I used to play with mom, there was My Little Pony Monopoly, Candy Land, Guess Who, Operation, Hungry Hungry Hippos, Connect 4, Jenga and Trouble. I grabbed the mountain of old board games and scrambled back to the dining room.

Shinso laughed and moved to help me carry them. He looked at the plethora of childish games and shook his head at me but decided against making any comments. We played all the board games, which took most of the afternoon, and had a really fun time. Once we started to get hungry, I remembered Dad having a mini freak out when I'd once offered to cook for Midoriya and worried he'd be upset if I cooked for Shinso so I suggested we order a pizza. I blushed when Shinso said he'd pay for it and then proceeded to argue with me when I offered to pay half and told me he'd invited me on the date so he'd pay and that was that. It felt nice.