~Toshinori's POV~

I left the psychiatrist's office feeling a little emotional. This was a big step, I knew that and if I were being completely honest with myself it was probably much needed. I'd finally listened to Aizawa's advice and sought help. It wasn't healthy for me to cling to this bizarre hallucination of Ayumi I had created for myself as a way to help me cope with all the new stresses that parenthood brought with it and the loss of the only woman I'd ever loved.

After leaving the psychiatrist's office, I stopped at a store for some of Amy's favorite snacks and a new pony plushie before heading to campus. My session with the psychiatrist had made me feel a little more level headed and even tempered that I was sure I could survive movie night with Koda, he was probably the least threatening of the students who seemed to be a part of what Shinso called her 'harem'. It would be a nice stress free night with my princess, one of her classmates and some of my colleagues.

I arrived at the dorm with a plush pony under one arm and a bag full of snacks in the other. As I opened the door and stepped into the dorm, I spotted way more people than I'd been expecting. Amy was in the kitchen preparing a vegetable tray. Monoma was sitting atop the counter beside her receiving scathing looks from Bakugo, who was angrily chopping vegetables next to Amy without even looking at what he was chopping, and Todoroki who was leaning against the counter behind Amy. Young Midoriya looked to be in search of a tray while throwing worried looks back at Amy surrounded by boys. Shinso was standing a few feet from Todoroki surveying the scene before him with a faint scowl.

"Oh, he's not going to take this well." I heard Present Mic remark nearby and turned to see Aizawa, Present Mic and Midnight standing at the entrance to the common room where all of Class 1A and some of class 1B were gathered.

Movie night seemed to have gotten bigger than I had expected. As I was trying to process all the young boys surrounding Amy in the kitchen, I noticed bruising on her arms and some dried blood on her lower lip and my brain shut down as I flew into overbearing panicked parent mode.

"Amy!" I managed to phase into my muscular form for a fraction of a second as I darted to her side and grabbed hold of her without thinking.

She let out a panicked squeak and lost her hold on the knife in her hand. Bakugo and Monoma reacted with lightning quick reflexes, Bakugo caught the knife and Monoma gently shoved Amy back a step out of harm's way. She stumbled backward and fell into my arms. Her bright baby blues were wide as she looked up at me in awe.

"Dad?" She blinked up at me adorably.

"What happened?" I asked worried as I looked at the fresh bruises all over her arms and her busted lip.

Amy hesitated.

"I saw the angry one beating her up in one of the practice fields." Monoma smirked, causing Bakugo to turn very pale.

"That's no-." Amy began but I didn't hear the rest of her words as I turned on Bakugo as my vision suddenly went red.

"What?!" I felt an anger like no other bubble up inside of me.

Kill that punk, Toshinori, knock his head off! Ayumi's voice raged in my head. I was going to have a lot to talk with my psychiatrist about next session.

"EEP!" Young Midoriya squealed and dropped the tray he'd finally found startled by my anger.

"We just let whatever happens, happen, right?" Present Mic asked Aizawa curiously.

"I want to say yes, but I feel like we should stop him from murdering a student." Aizawa sighed, sounding as if that were the last thing he wanted to do.

"I might need a lesson from Amy, she's got everyone wrapped around her little finger." Midnight giggled quietly.

"It's not what you think." Amy squeaked, jarring me from my rage. "I asked him to." She blurted and everyone paused to work out what she'd said.

"Oh my." Midnight laughed.

Bakugo groaned and rubbed his temples.

Shinso choked on a laugh, "Princess Scaredy Cat, I feel like you left out some important details, not that it matters, the outcome is sure to be more amusing this way." He smirked sadistically.

Amy blushed, "...I asked Katsuki to help me learn how to fight..." She said in a small voice.

"What? Why?" I panicked.

"I-If I can protect myself without my quirk, everyone won't worry about me as much and I won't cause trouble for anyone..." She bowed her head.

Everyone looked at her for a moment before the room was suddenly filled with the voices of nearly every teenager and even Midnight and Present Mic assuring her that she wouldn't cause trouble and they'd all protect her. Amy sighed, defeated. I smiled as I realized my sweet daughter didn't want others to coddle and protect her, she wanted to be strong enough to keep those she loved safe.

I managed to block out Ayumi's voice in my head. My therapist said it was a coping mechanism, to cling to how I remembered her. I'd never known Ayumi as a mother and I wasn't so sure she'd be this over protective, she trusted Amy and believed in her. I relaxed after a moment and placed my hand atop Amy's head.

She looked up at me, tears welling in her bright baby blues. "It's not a bad idea." I reassured her.

"It's not?!" Present Mic and Midnight gasped.

Aizawa smiled faintly, he probably picked up on the fact that I'd finally taken his advice and gone to see a professional.

I looked at Bakugo who was still a tad paler than usual, "but perhaps train somewhere with more padding." My gaze flicked over to Amy's busted lip and I opened my mouth to comment that he didn't need to hit her in the face.

Amy quickly covered her lip, "...that was my doing..." She murmured self-deprecatingly.

I thought of my sweet, non-violent, coordinationally challenged daughter hitting herself in the face and realized she probably had indeed done it on her own. "Just, try to be more careful." I smiled down at her.

Her smile was radiant, her entire face lit up as she realized I wasn't going to try to stop her from training with Bakugo. She threw her bruised arms around me, "thanks, Dad."

Bakugo was staring up at me blankly, as if his life had just flashed before his eyes and he'd realized he'd been spared. I gently hugged Amy against me. "Anything for you, Princess." I smiled. Ayumi's enraged shrieks seemed to fade away.

Amy hugged me back before taking a step away. I looked down at my now empty hands and frowned. Glancing around I spotted the plush and bag of snacks near the door. In my haste to get to Amy, I must have dropped them. I scrambled to pick them up as Amy resumed preparing healthy snacks for everyone, with Bakugo's help.

Deciding I didn't want to risk embarrassing her in front of all her peers, I took the plush and bag of her favorite snacks up to her room. As I reached her room, I couldn't help but smile at the childish innocence of her room. There were plushies galore. I set the new pony plush atop her bed where her three favorite plushies sat: the spiky orange hedgehog from Bakugo, the blue cat from Todoroki, and the unicorn from Shinso. I set the bright blue pony I had picked out on the bed. For a brief moment I thought about knocking the others to the floor but resisted the urge. As I was about to move away from her bed to head over to her desk, I paused as I saw faint etchings in the wood of her four poster bed. It looked like dozens of claw marks.

I examined all four of the posts that held up the wispy blue canopy. There were faint scratches in all of them. Sometimes when she used her quirk it seemed to explode out of her. Worry bubbled up inside of me, was she still having nightmares? She hadn't mentioned anything to me. Anytime I asked her how she was feeling she'd always smile, like usual, and reassure me she was fine. I'd thought it impressive that she'd gotten over what had happened with The League of Villains and All For One so quickly. I should have known better. Amy didn't want to worry others, she'd put on a brave face. Of course she was still hurting, it was a traumatic experience. I felt like a worthless parent for believing she was fine so readily, a good parent would have known better.

Sighing, I moved away from her bed. I went to set the bag of snacks down on her desk but paused as I spotted a baby blue journal lying open atop her desk. I'd never known Amy to write in a journal before.

Ayumi used to keep a journal, well quite a few journals. Had Amy taken it up as a way to feel closer to her mother? It would be very wrong of me to invade her private thoughts, I thought to myself as my body inched closer to her desk. I told myself I wasn't going to look, I was just going to her desk to leave the snacks I'd gotten for her. Feeling as if I were up to something quite dastardly, I quietly crept closer to the desk and took a quick glance at the open journal. One page was blank, the other contained two words, carried over from the last page. Two words that made my blood run cold.

I'm scared.

I thought of Ayumi's journals, that was a recurring theme in hers, though she was often scared of Amy's quirk. As I reached for the journal, wanting to know what it was that Amy was scared of, I heard the door open behind me and hurriedly jerked my hand back.

"Dad?" Amy's soft sweet voice asked curiously. "What are you doing up here? We're about to start the movie."

I turned to her with a nervous smile, "ah, sorry, Princess, you were busy and I thought it might be embarrassing." I pointed to the plush I'd set on her bed, "I got you a new friend." I then held up the bag of snacks, "and some snacks, though I didn't realize how many people were going to be here so I'm afraid there aren't enough to share, so I brought them up here for you." I was rambling.

She watched me carefully, her bright baby blue eyes inquisitive and calculating. Her gaze flicked down to the open journal laying atop her desk and to me standing awfully close with zero explanation. I set the snacks atop her desk, covering the journal and went to retrieve the plush. I extended it to her.

She hesitated for a moment, her sharp mind already connecting more dots than I'd wished, before she accepted it from me with a smile. She gave the plush a hug, "thanks, Dad." She gave it another squeeze before it floated from her arms and dropped gently atop her bed. "I didn't realize how many people were pony fans." She said somewhat absently as she looked at the bag of snacks. The journal atop her desk shut itself before tucking itself into a drawer.

If she knew she caught me snooping, she wasn't saying anything about it. I glanced over at her, "I'm not sure ponies are what they're a fan of." I noted.

"Huh?" Amy glanced up at me innocently.

"Nevermind." I shook my head and wrapped an arm around her as we headed back toward the common room. "Are you sleeping okay, Princess?"

She was quiet. After a moment she nodded.

I frowned. The etchings on her bed would suggest otherwise. "...it's okay if you're not..."

She turned to me and a warm convincing smile lit up her face, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, "I'm fine."

I knew she was putting on a brave face because she didn't want me to worry. "...I'm not..." I admitted quietly.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked me, worried.

"I've been having hallucinations about your mother for quite some time now, and I've started seeing someone about it." I hadn't wanted to tell her, but perhaps it would help her be more open with me.

Amy leaned against me, "I thought maybe you talked to her sometimes, I saw you say her name to yourself before." She murmured.

I hugged her against me as we headed for the stairwell. "Sometimes I do, it is comforting to talk to her and think she's watching over us. Is that why you started journaling?" I cringed as I realized I'd just admitted to seeing her journal.

Amy thought for a moment, "maybe. I've been talking to Mr. Aizawa about what happened, he thought keeping a journal might be healthy and I know Mom kept journals, so I started writing to her in my journal."

Aizawa really needed a raise, not only was he a full time teacher but now apparently a full time therapist as well. "Are you still having nightmares every night?" I asked.

Amy hesitated for a moment and I worried she'd try and tell me she was fine again, but instead she bowed her head and replied meekly, "almost."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to hide this kind of stuff from me. I know I'm a worrier, but I'll worry more if you keep things from me."

Amy nodded, her eyes clouded with guilt, "I'm sorry."

"No apologies necessary." I smiled.

"I'm not really sleeping that much...and most of the time, I dream about that scary Nomu that erased my quirk." She admitted quietly.

"Is that why you asked young Bakugo to help you learn how to fight?"

She nodded.

We made it to the ground floor and I turned to her as we were about to exit to the stairwell, "thank you for telling me, I want you to know, you can always talk to me about anything."

She wiped her eyes, "thanks, Dad."

After taking a moment to compose ourselves, we headed for the common room to find teeneagers and teachers occupying nearly every seat and even more scattered about on the floor. Young Koda had saved us a seat next to him. I spotted a fluffy white rabbit sitting in his arms looking almost begrudgingly around the room. I'd never known rabbits were so expressive before.

Amy settled onto the sofa between me and Koda and the fluffy white rabbit immediately broke from Koda's arms and flopped across Amy's lap in a possessive manner. Bakugo claimed the space in front of Amy, forcing young Midoriya out of his way rather violently. He flopped onto the ground in front of Amy and leaned back against her legs. I felt a mix between panic and fury begin to rage inside of me as I noticed Amy's cheeks turn pink.

"Does Yuwai-chan like ponies too?" Amy asked Koda curiously as she gently massaged the rabbit's ears.

"Sh-she wanted to see you." Koda piped up nervously and from the inflection of his voice it sounded as if he were afraid of the rabbit.

I looked down at the fluffy white rabbit sprawled across Amy's lap looking as if it were in heaven at this moment. Young Koda could communicate with animals, did the rabbit threaten him? Did I now have to deal with a delinquent rabbit vying for my daughter's affection?

Bakugo leaned his head back slightly and before I even had a chance to think of snapping at him, the rabbit kicked him rather roughly on the head and made some kind of strange sound. Koda clapped his hands over his mouth and stared at the rabbit as if it had just uttered some kind of swear.

"What the hell?!" Bakugo snarled at the rabbit.

"She probably can't see the movie with you sitting there." Amy pointed, innocently.

"Get over it, floppy ears!" Bakugo snarled at the rabbit.

"You don't have to be mean to her." Amy pouted cutely as she scooped the rabbit up into her arms, hugging it close to her chest, "there now can you see better, Yuwai-chan?"

"What I would give to be that rabbit right no-." I heard Mineta begin to say before he was suddenly bound in tape.

I threw an approving nod to Sero.

"Really, class 1A has no tact, whatsoever." Monoma began as he climbed over the back of the sofa to sit behind Amy.

"You're one to talk!" A giant hand suddenly appeared behind him and smacked him off the sofa as young Kendo from class 1B got him under control.

"Ah, Neito, are you okay?" Amy asked, worriedly as she peered over the back of the sofa where Young Monoma was currently sprawled, possibly concussed. Kendo had shown no mercy.

Oh god, another one, she's calling another one by his first name. I began to panic. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that all of class 1A and 1B, save for Bakugo, seemed shocked that Amy had called Monoma by his first name. Todoroki and Shinso wore matching scowls.

"How long till All Might loses it?" Present Mic leaned over and whispered to Midnight and Aizawa.

"I give him 20 seconds." Midnight snickered.

"Will you two shut up?" Aizawa grumbled, annoyed by their antics. "Someone start the movie." He growled.

Kaminari scrambled to start the movie for fear Aizawa might start throwing out detentions. I had no idea Aizawa liked the pony movies so much. Perhaps I'd buy him the box set as a thank you for looking after Amy. Once the movie started, everyone settled back into their places. I noticed Bakugo had been joined on the floor by a reluctant Shinso, a wary Todoroki who sat furthest from me(I still wasn't quite sure what I had done to make him seem so scared of me all of a sudden), and a content Midoriya who seemed like one of the few in attendance who wanted to see the movie. Most shocking of all was young Monoma, who'd picked himself up off the floor after a possible concussion from Kendo, and had plopped on the ground next to Shinso.

Amy was oblivious to the boys' silent war of who would sit closest to her as she was already engrossed in the film, pausing only to make a comment to either Koda or myself. I could hear Ayumi's voice faintly in the back of my mind, seriously, Toshinori! I told you to be as overbearing as possible, get those filthy boys away from our precious daughter! They don't deserve her! Of course they didn't deserve her, no one would ever be deserving of her.

As the movie ended, I got a concerning text from Naomasa. There'd been a security breach and among the files that had been hacked were some sealed adoptions, one with Nana's name on it, long before she'd given up her son Kotaro to the foster system. I stared at the picture in horror. Nana had given up an infant daughter, long before she'd ever started her family. The surname of the couple adopting the infant girl was Takada. Ayumi was adopted...her adoptive family's surname was also Takada... What did this mean?

"Dad?" Amy gently touched my arm, "everything okay?" She asked me her bright blue eyes filled with worry.

I hurriedly put my phone in my pocket, not sure I could process what I'd learned. Who hacked into those files and what were they planning to do with that information? "Yeah, Naomasa just needs my help with something."

"Now?" Amy asked worried, it was getting late.

"Yeah, sorry, Princess." I kissed the top of her head while I got up still feeling shell shocked and trying to digest what I'd just learned.

Aizawa got up to follow me out. Midnight, realizing I was trying to make a quick escape, turned to Amy with a smile, "us girls should have a spa day." She suggested.

Amy looked after me, worriedly but reluctantly turned to Midnight, completely aware she was just trying to distract her, "that sounds like fun, Midnight-sensei." She smiled as I made my exit.