I called Dad after getting ready for bed though I had a feeling it was going to be another sleepless night. At least I got a nap earlier in the day at lunchtime. He picked up before the phone could even ring.

"Princess, it's a little late, are you just now getting to bed?" He answered before I could get a word in.

"Ah, yeah, we all wanted to see each other's rooms and it took a while." I blushed.

"Oh, all that walking around didn't bother you did it?" He was in worry mode.

"N-no, I'm okay." I smoothed out my pale blue nightgown and sat on the edge of my bed. I left the light on and had all my battery-operated candles and all the plush that lit up on, trying to create as much light in my room as possible.

"Alright." He sounded a little skeptical but didn't press the issue. "Is the room okay?"

I smiled and hugged the light up butterfly he'd left me tightly against me, "it's perfect. Thanks Dad...and thanks for my new friend."

"I thought it would be a little less alarming to wake up to than that caterpillar from Present Mic." He chuckled.

I giggled.

"Are you in bed?" He asked trying to use his stern voice.

I scrambled to get under the covers and smiled as I heard him chuckle on the other end. "I am now."

"Tucked in?"

"Yep." I giggled as I pulled the blankets and all my essential plushies closer.

"Snug as a bug in a rug?" Dad asked.

I couldn't help but giggle at this, "mhm."

"Alright. I love you Princess."

"I love you too Dad."

"Sweet dreams."

I hung up and set my phone on the wireless charging pad atop my nightstand before reaching for the tablet. I propped it up on my nightstand so I could see it from my pillow and pressed play. The adorably and peppy theme song of my favorite pony show sounded softly through the small speakers. I hugged my pile of plushies close and willed myself to fall asleep.

An entire season later and I still couldn't seem to sleep. I laid in bed staring at the tablet hugging my plushies afraid to look anywhere else around the room for fear I'd see the horrifying white Nomu that had tortured me. Sunlight filtered through my blinds and I groaned as I realized I only had a few hours until I needed to get up.

"Please sleep." I begged my body to listen to me and closed my eyes.

The moment I did I saw the horrific white Nomu's gnashing teeth behind my eyelids and let out a soft shriek before clapping my hands over my mouth. I rolled over mentally kicking myself for how immature I was acting. It was over, I'd survived and the scary Nomu was dead...because of me. There was nothing to be freaking out about anymore. No one would tell me if I'd killed it, but I knew it had to have been me...just like that time when I first got my quirk. As I rolled over, I thought I saw the Nomu standing in the corner of my room and fell out of bed with a yelp.

There was nothing there.

Tears welled in my eyes and I wrapped my arms around my legs pulling my knees to my chest. Was it haunting me? Would it follow its master's orders even in death and torment me until I died? I glanced around the room but there was no sign of it. It was more likely that I was just losing my mind and hallucinating from lack of sleep.

I wiped away my tears and pushed myself off the floor. "You're not allowed to be pitiful anymore." I said firmly to myself. I gathered my uniform and some bathroom stuff and headed downstairs to shower and get ready for the day.

The dorm was eerily silent, it didn't seem like anyone else was awake yet, though in their defense the sun had literally just risen. After a quick shower and finishing my morning routine it was still early. I put my stuff away in my room and headed to the kitchen to prepare a big breakfast for everyone so we could all start the day off right. I made sure to set aside a bowl of fresh leafy green lettuces and fruits for Koda to give to his bunny.

Slowly, people began waking and wandering into the kitchen. Everyone seemed surprised to see me awake and both happy and worried to see I'd made a breakfast feast for everyone.

"Amy if you keep spoiling me, I'm not going to be able to eat my parents' home cooking anymore." Ashido giggled as she joined me in the kitchen.

"Ah...sorry." I squeaked.

Someone grabbed my shoulder from behind and I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. My body froze up and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to scream and cower in terror. I was spun around and a soft gasp escaped me as I came face to face with a grouchy looking Bakugo. He caught me by the chin and looked intently at my face before scowling.

"Did you sleep?" He asked with a very menacing aura exuding from him that seemed to be warning me not to lie.

I shook my head.

Everyone in the dining area looked to me worriedly.

"Amy, you should take care of yourself before you try to take care of the rest of us." Yaoyorozu spoke up her voice laced with maternal warmth and concern.

"Ah...it's okay...I like cooking...it's a nice distraction..." I mumbled softly as I forced myself to look away from Bakugo's intense crimson gaze.

Bakugo shot me one last scowl before releasing me and going to eat his breakfast. Once everyone was finished eating, they all shooed me out of the kitchen and insisted on doing the dishes and cleaning up for me.

I retreated to my room to get my school bag and waited anxiously in the common room for everyone else so we could walk to class together. As I nervously waited and tried my best not to think about scary things, Bakugo stepped into the common room. He moved toward me without a word and I let out a soft squeal as I was suddenly being lifted off my feet and slung over his shoulder.

"Ah! K-Katsuki!" I yelped. "Wh-what are you doing?!"

"Shut up." He grumbled and carried me toward the exit.

"Bakugo!" All the girls yelled at him from the kitchen.

He ignored them and exited the dorm with me slung over his shoulder ignoring my squeals of protest and my attempt to wriggle out of his hold. It seemed like he wasn't even trying and I was still too weak to do anything to break away from him. I gave up with a sigh too exhausted to keep trying to fight him. I started to feel dizzy from being partially upside down and hurriedly closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to watch the sidewalk pass by above me.

Once my eyes were closed, Bakugo's comforting warmth and the steady sway of his gait lulled me to sleep. Exhaustion finally caught up to me and I felt secure enough in his presence to finally drift to sleep.

......

I woke with a start as I felt someone drape something warm over top of me. My eyes fluttered open and I jumped as I saw a figure leaning over me. My heart leapt into my throat and I was consumed by fear and panic until my eyes adjusted and I realized I recognized the figure leaning over me, wrapping me in a familiar yellow sleeping bag.

"Mr. Aizawa?" I squeaked and slowly sat up. Somehow, I'd gotten to the teacher's lounge. I had no idea how I'd gotten here or how long I'd been here.

"You've already been ratted out by your peers." He frowned, "stay here and get some sleep." He turned to leave and I felt like a strangling darkness was slowly creeping in. His hand reached for the light switch. I thought about being encased in darkness and panic gripped me.

"N-no!" I yelped as his hand nearly touched the switch, my quirk went berserk and all the furniture in the lounge save for the sofa I was sitting on was suddenly sent skittering back until they hit the walls. "S-sorry." My hands were trembling. I felt like I had absolutely no control, my quirk felt like it was suffocating me. Everything in the room began to rattle as the strange overpowering force of my quirk kept pressing further trying to push everything away from me. "I'm sorry." I choked. For a split second I thought I heard the walls begin to groan as if all the furniture was about to break through.

Mr. Aizawa turned to me and I felt a moment of relief wash over me as he erased my quirk. I could breathe easier but for some reason I felt even more afraid without that strange suffocating presence that was constantly weighing on me. Without that terrifying power, I was helpless. In the back of my mind I thought I heard the Nomu creeping up on me. Tears welled in my eyes. It was going to kill me!

"Amy." A gentle hand fell atop my head of golden hair. "You're safe."

I drew in a ragged breath and looked up into his tired bloodshot eyes wondering if my eyes looked similar at this moment in time. "...I don't feel safe..." I admitted shakily as a single tear slipped from my hold and dropped onto my hands folded in my lap.

Mr. Aizawa slowly wrapped his arms around me and hugged me loosely afraid to disturb my healing wounds. He gently rubbed my back in an attempt to comfort me. "I'll get someone to sit with you."

"I'd rather go to class, please." I piped up softly.

He threw me a skeptical look.

"Please...I'll do better at sleeping, tonight." I didn't want to be trapped in this small room; I'd feel safer with all my classmates.

Mr. Aizawa sighed and I nearly sank as my quirk returned to me. It felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. "Alright, you can observe, but that's it." He caved.

I offered him a meek smile, "thanks, Mr. Aizawa."

He sighed once more and helped me to my feet. I looked to the furniture that had been pushed back and felt guilt worm through me. I activated my quirk and everything righted itself. Mr. Aizawa looked to me curiously as the furniture all jumped back into its rightful place. He watched me carefully, but said nothing about whatever he might have observed.

"Come on." He offered me his arm before scooping up the sleeping bag with his other hand.

I looked at his arm curiously.

"You look like you're going to collapse at any moment." He supplied with a sigh.

Perhaps my eyes were even more tired and bloodshot than his. That would be a bit worrisome. I accepted the arm he offered me and reluctantly leaned on him. We made our way to gym gamma where the rest of my classmates were already hard at work. I must have been out for a while.

Mr. Aizawa dropped the sleeping bag on a concrete bench Cementoss had made before pointing to it. "Sit."

I obediently sat on the bench and folded my hands in my lap. Everyone was worried about me. I didn't know what to do, I desperately wanted to sleep and return to my normal self so everyone would stop worrying but I had no idea how. Anytime I felt a semblance of normalcy, the horrifying Nomu would creep up in the back of my mind and destroy it.

It seemed all my classmates were working on their ultimate moves. Everyone was trying their hardest. I felt useless. I was such a disappointment. I thought back on my promise to Shinso, I promised I wouldn't give up, I had to try my hardest too. As if he could sense I was about to get up, Mr. Aizawa turned to me, "if you get off that bench, you'll get a detention."

Detention?! I couldn't get a detention! I'd never gotten a detention before! I must have paled considerably as Mr. Aizawa rushed over to me, concerned.

"Calm down, I was kidding...kinda..." He murmured partially to me and partially to himself, the last bit was muttered under his breath. "You're still recovering, you don't nee-." He paused as the doors next to the bench opened and he looked like he was about to throw his hands up in defeat, "you two are definitely related...neither of you understand the concept of recuperation."

I chanced a peek at the door and felt tears well in my eyes as I spotted Dad. I was overcome with the sudden need to run to him and throw myself in his arms. "D-Dad!" I cried.

"Princess, what are you doing here? You should be resting." Dad joined me on the bench seemingly having missed Mr. Aizawa's remark.

"Pot meet kettle." Mr. Aizawa rolled his eyes. "You're both supposed to be resting."

"I'm still a UA teacher." Dad tried to defend himself. "They're working on their big moves now, right? There's no way I could miss this." He draped an arm around me.

Bakugo seemed to be going stronger than anyone else. He'd gone through multiple of Ectoplasm's clones blasting them like they were nothing. He seemed angrier than usual and a part of me started to worry that it was partially because he still felt guilty. I hoped that wasn't the case.

Dad got up to talk to Mr. Aizawa about how everyone was doing. He gave me a kiss atop the head before moving away. I noticed a book in his back pocket and tried hard not to giggle at the title. 'Even Dummies Can Be Teachers: Easy Education Theory'

After his chat with Mr. Aizawa he moved about offering advice to everyone. Mr. Aizawa seemed surprised until he spotted the book in Dad's pocket. He shook his head and retreated to join me on the bench. He looked exhausted and I wondered how many calls Dad had made to him the night before.

As Dad was making his rounds some of the guys were giving it their all with renewed strength and determination, thanks to Dad's presence. Several of my classmates went a little overboard causing several large chunks of the cement landscape Cementoss had created to fall. I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach as a large block of cement fell toward Dad. I leapt to my feet and cast my hands out without thinking.

There was a loud horrendous sound as the ground in front of me ripped apart as if being shredded by giant talons before all the falling rubble froze in the air for a moment. My hands seemed to move on their own and clenched into fists. The large chunks of rubble let out a groan before they were ground into dust.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized no one had been hurt. Everyone was staring at me wide eyed. Mr. Aizawa had his arms held out as if he thought I were going to collapse. I glanced around curiously everyone appeared to be holding their breath as if they were all waiting for me to faint. I felt fine, well I was still sore all over and sleep deprived but after using my quirk I didn't feel any different.

"Is everyone okay?" I asked.

"Amy! That was amazing!" Kirishima beamed and several more of my classmates chimed in but the majority of them still looked worried.

Dad rushed over to me in concern, "Princess, do you feel okay?"

"I think so." There was no nosebleed or dizziness and I didn't feel anymore tired than I already had.

Dad looked to Mr. Aizawa curiously.

Mr. Aizawa looked thoughtful but said nothing.

...

I was dead on my feet by the time we all returned to the dorm. Someone had carried me back though in my sleep deprived state, I had no idea who. I drifted in and out of sleep. It seemed I'd gone too long without adequate sleep and my body had finally had enough and was forcing me to sleep.

The first few hours of sleep were nice and blank. At some point my dreamless sleep was no longer dreamless and I spent what felt like days reliving the torment I'd endured when I'd been captured by the villains. I screamed for help and tried to force myself awake, I couldn't go through that hell again, I couldn't!

"AMY!" I heard several voices screaming my name.

Someone was shaking me roughly. I could feel their warm hands on my arm but all I could see was the horrifying Nomu lunging at me with its teeth bared. My throat felt raw like I'd screamed until it was bleeding. Was I still screaming? I couldn't tell anymore.

"AMY!" The voices screamed again.

"I'm calling Mr. Aizawa!" Someone shouted.

"I'm calling All Might." That sounded like Midoriya.

"Damn it! WAKE UP!" Bakugo's roar of rage sounded right next to me as I was shaken more violently.

"STOP SHAKING HER!" All the girls screamed.

I manage to get my eyes to open and realized I was in fact still screaming though my throat felt raw and bloody. I closed my mouth and looked around my room. Everything in the room was flying through the air at random. Plushies were colliding into one another before rocketing away and smacking into walls and on occasion people who weren't quick enough to dodge. My bed was also hovering in the air with me in it and Bakugo kneeling next to me. My cheeks were wet, from crying in my sleep. All of my classmates were crowded near the door to avoid the barrage of plushies and books flying around at random.

"...I'm sorry..." I choked as I realized I'd woken them all up in the middle of the night with my weird breakdown. I looked to Midoriya dialing on his phone and Kirishima next to him, "I'm okay...you don't have to call anyone." My throat hurt and my voice was weak and scratchy.

"If you're okay, put us down." Bakugo growled.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down and all the books, plushies and furniture returned to their rightful places. "...sorry..." I repeated meekly as I struggled to hold back a flood of tears.

Bakugo scowled, he looked like he wanted to snap at me for apologizing but thought better of it. His crimson eyes were clouded with guilt, keeping him quiet. As he seemed to be struggling with some internal war with his guilt, I felt someone pluck me and the blankets tangled around me off my bed.

"What the hell, Icy Hot?!" Bakugo raged as I let out a soft squeak of surprise and glanced upward. My heart raced as I met a pair of heterochromatic orbs.

"Grab some plushies." Todoroki tonelessly addressed the class before carrying me out of my room.

"A-ah...Shoto...wh-what are you doing?" I blushed. I was still in my pajamas and it was past lights out; this was definitely not model student behavior. They were all going to get in trouble, because of me.

"I know a movie that might help." He said simply as he carried me down to the common room and set me down on the sofa. The common room was already lit. I felt a fleeting moment of anxiousness as he moved away from me to put Fantastic Floof and Friends into the Blu Ray player.