My quirk itself is a little different than most.

I create music from the muscles in my body, but this doesn't require me to touch something else in the process. Every twitch, even subconsciously, can activate my quirk. 

Overuse of this causes those muscles to go numb, which is why I focus on using the smaller muscles so if they do go numb, I'll still be able to keep on fighting.

That's also to say that my quirk never turns off. I have to constantly have it on mute, the lower the volume the less power I have to use. With every tiny movement I make, even my heartbeat, I run the risk of affecting someone with my quirk.

When I'm not directly controlling my quirk, I suppose it can be thought of as an orchestra without a conductor. All that's there is a bunch of random notes, with a bunch of feelings melded together in jumbled disharmony. Having it on mute is essential to keep people from going crazy over the onrush of random feelings.

Bakugo is silent as I explain this to him, the smile slowly but surely falling from my face as I do. At the end of it, I couldn't even look him in the eyes. It was if this weight I had been holding was getting heavier and heavier by the second, but as to where the weight came from, I'm unsure.

But for some reason, talking about my quirk like this... makes me feel sick.

So sick I want to puke.

I feel something cold press against my face, jolting me back into the land of the living. "Lean back, focus on your breathing," Bakugo says, a cloth in his hand. "Close your eyes if that helps, the hag will kill me if you get sick."

"S-Shut up..." I reply, but a wave of nausea hits so hard I have to tilt my head up just to get oxygen into my lungs.

"You're getting paler by the second! Put your attitude to the side so I can help you, dammit!"

The two of us argue for a bit, though my responses were weaker. Probably more due to the rain than anything else. Eventually the nausea subsided, and all of my bandages had slowly been replaced.

"Hey, stop that."

I look up at Bakugo, who's just now putting away the first aid kit. "Stop what?"

"All that frowning and shit. It doesn't suit your ugly face, peacock."

"Would it kill you to say something nice for once?"

"To you? Probably."

I hop off of the counter to grab my clothes which are now in a small bag. Bakugo opens the door and holds out his hand with a scowl on his face. "Lean on me, or whatever..." he says, not even glancing in my direction. "If you fall over then you're patching yourself up."

I roll my eyes and grab a hold of his arm, the blonde leading us over to another room. The inside is decorated in mainly black and navy colors, with typical guy posters hanging up on the walls.

"I've got some studying to do, so just don't touch anything," he says. "I'm not going to rush in and out of rooms the second you need something like some kind of dog."

"Right, far be it for me to disturb you, your majesty," I retort, getting comfortable on the bed. It's surprisingly soft, even softer than mine.

The fuck is this shit?

Bakugo snorts as I pout at the unfairness of his mattress compared to mine. "You know, I thought little miss rich girl would have been disgusted at the sight of my room. Or have a spiel about how none of it is to your tastes."

"I'm not Yaoyorozu. I may make money, but I don't usually spend it on luxuries. You know that orphanage on the south side of town? I volunteer there, and most of the profit I get from my shows goes towards the kids."

"So, the golden-eyed girl has a heart of gold too, huh?" he says with a scoff. "I'm sure the press would eat that up."

I simply shrug and rest my head on the pillow, Bakugo turning back towards his desk. Soon enough I hear the scratching of pencil on paper, so I close my eyes and let myself get lost in my thoughts.

Heart of gold... yeah right. Others would say I didn't have one at all.

It feels like it's been so long since I've gotten to really relax and think like this. Back in the hospital I was focused on distracting myself from the pain and putting on a smile for my friends, and that hasn't changed since then. I'm usually pretty happy and stuff, so it's not too much of a hassle.

But... when did I stop FEELING happy?

When did I start feeling so numb?

Ama's POV-

The sun was still out when Momo and I reached the park, the girl rushing over to the swing set with a smile on her face. "So, what was your old school like?" she asks as she takes a seat. I merely shrug as I go to join her, taking the swing beside the creation girl.

"I guess like any middle school, really. You had bullies and annoying teachers that didn't know when to stop talking after the bell rang. There was always that one kid that sat in the back and ate crayons or something, and of course the cliques were pretty standard too."

"Ah, I went to a private school," Momo replies, running her hand through a few black strands of hair. "My parents want me to focus as much as I can on my education. It helps a lot, considering how my quirk works."

"Honestly, our parents considered boarding school when Zai kept getting in trouble." I began to swing a bit, looking up at the clouds approaching from the horizon. "But our dad rejected it after much thought, since he was worried it would impact her creativity and the career she's built for herself."

I go quiet after that, the memory flashing back in my mind. How happy Zai was when she was told she could stay at the school, how my tears that I'd shed at the thought of her being so far away dried quickly on my cheeks.

What if Zai was gone when our parents passed too?

"Ama, you can't get through life on your own, and I won't be around forever. We may end up in different agencies, or working in two different cities. Hero work is dangerous, we can't guarantee that either of us would even survive to have grandchildren. As sad as that is, it's reality."

My heart sinks in my chest, the thought of losing my sister making my heart ache. Though we fight like siblings do, I'd do anything for Zai. It's not like we have any other family, everyone else is already long gone.

"But the bonds you make with people will last a lifetime, however long that may be. If you need help and I'm not around, these are the people you'll call upon to aid you. It's best to make friends where and when you can, you never know if you'll need them someday."

I glance towards Momo, who's swinging quietly with a smile on her face. My cheeks begin to burn as I watch her raven hair flutter behind her, the way her eyes shine when the light hits them just right. My heart is pounding in my chest now, and the depressing thoughts flee my mind as I gaze upon her glowing form.

Maybe Zai was right, I think to myself as Momo looks my way. Her smile gets a bit brighter, and she closes her eyes as she swings a bit higher.

Maybe having friends won't be so bad after all.

The roaring of distant thunder interrupts us, making me realize just how late it had gotten. "Aww crap! If I don't go now, I'll be late for the train!" I say as I check my phone, jumping up from the swing. "I'm sorry Momo, I had a really great time today."

"Oh, no worries!" She replies. "I did too. Next time, I want to take you to this cafe I know! I think you'll love it. I'll walk with you to the train though, my parents are taking me out to dinner later."

I stifle a laugh before nodding. "Alrighty then. But you better let me pay for the meal."

"Absolutely not! I'm taking you there, so it's only right that I pay for it. But you can get next time, how about that?"

"Fiiiine. Let's go, before it starts raining."

Momo giggles before grabbing her phone, and we continue to converse on the way to the train station. The sky begins to darken while we walk, but thankfully practice is being held inside today.

After a bit of a walk, we said our goodbyes and parted ways. My train was arriving as we got there, perfect timing I suppose. My heart was racing the whole time, and I almost started stuttering from nervousness.

I think I'm in love, I think to myself as I scroll through my phone. The train had plenty of seats, so I chose one in the back of the car. But... it's with a girl.. not to mention one with such high status.

What would the others think?

What would Zai think?

... what would Yaomomo think?

I don't even know if she's into girls, or what she thinks of me in particular. I'll just keep it to myself for now. I know we tell each other everything, but Zai would understand, right?

I just need a little time to figure this out.

I love both of these girls so much! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter; it's been a long time coming. This was originally going to be in the last one, but I moved it over to this chapter so I could add more filler with Zai and Bakugo. We'll be back on track with the story in the next chapter, so stay tuned!

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