~Toshinori's POV~

"All Might, is she okay?" Naomasa asked worried as he ran over to me while his officers apprehended the remaining villains.

"I'm not sure." I frowned as I looked at Emi's trembling frame in my arms. She wasn't even conscious and her body was still shaking with fear. The wound on her neck didn't look too deep but still needed medical attention.

Naomasa frowned, worry lines creased his forehead, "you should take her to get checked out." He looked over at the corpse of the villain that had been threatening her life. He'd given the order for the tactical force to take him out once they had a shot. I could see the guilt in his dark brown eyes. "Keep me posted about her condition..."

I nodded and cradled Emi's trembling frame against me before taking off as fast as I could to the nearest hospital. A few hours and some stitches later, Emi still hadn't regained consciousness but the doctors cleared me to take her home as I mentioned her refusal to seek medical attention the last time, she'd gotten injured. I frowned as this thought crossed my mind, I was supposed to be protecting her, yet I'd let her get injured twice now.

When I returned home, I hesitated not sure where to take her, the doctor suggested I keep her under supervision at least until she regained consciousness. She would surely scold me once she was awake for cancelling my public appearances for the day but I couldn't go out until I knew she was alright. I carried her to my small home office and gently lay her on the comfy sofa before pulling a blanket over top of her. The moment I sat down; my phone rang.

I scrambled to answer it hoping it wouldn't wake her, Nighteye's name flashed across the screen. Before I even got a word out, he spoke the moment I picked up.

"How is she?"

"The doctor said she'd be fine physically, I won't know much about her mental state until she wakes up, but she was pretty shaken up." Guilt wormed through me; I'd put her in a scary situation. I was supposed to be keeping her out of scary situations, she'd been through enough.

"I didn't want to say anything before...but..." Nighteye hesitated, "I checked her, with my quirk."

"And?" I asked curiously as I glanced over at her motionless form. She was paler than usual due to the blood loss. She was almost as pale as the white bandages gingerly wrapped around her slender neck.

"I think you should find some other arrangement for her...she's not safe with you." It sounded like it pained him to say it.

"I was starting to think the very same." I sighed. "Maybe I can talk to Naomasa about finding someone else to watch over her."

"If it's not too late already." Nighteye sighed on the other end as something caught his attention, "turn on the TV."

I did as he said and turned the small TV in my office on before hurriedly muting it. It was set to one of the news stations and I spotted footage of today's event. It was the aftermath of it all and the clip was showing me cradling Emi's unconscious form in my arms. If a villain saw that, they'd get the wrong idea. The newscaster wasn't helping with her commentary about the mysterious maiden. She was making it sound fairytale like and reading too much into things. I groaned inwardly; this wasn't good. Emi was already a target for the Yakuza and now with this ridiculous news broadcast she was sure to be targeted by even more villains.

"Nighteye...be honest with me-."

He cut me off with a long sigh, "are you sure you wish to know?"

I clenched my fists, "yes."

Nighteye sighed in defeat, "very well, I'll answer your questions."

"Does she die, because of me?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"A few years from now."

I clenched my fists tighter. "How?"

Nighteye hesitated, "alone in an alley..."

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach and I felt like I'd just been gut punched by a giant. No. That couldn't be. I tried to force myself to smile, "well that's easy then, I just have to make sure she doesn't go anywhere alone."

Nighteye was quiet for a moment before he spoke softly, "right." I could hear him forcing himself to smile on the other end, for my sake.

It didn't help. I looked over at Emi as she slept soundly on the sofa. She looked so angelic as she slept, though in all honesty she looked angelic when she was awake, everything about her was sweet and pure. My heart hurt at the thought of being responsible for her demise.

"I'm going to talk to Naomasa." I said soberly.

"If you think that's best." Nighteye didn't argue with me.

I hung up and paused as I took another look at Emi. The apartment would be so lonely without her. It was selfish, but part of me wanted to lie to myself and convince myself I could change what Nighteye had seen and keep her by my side at all times. I knew the odds of that were highly unlikely, she'd be safer away from me.

Finding my resolve, I dialed Naomasa's number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, how is our favorite little criminal doing?" He asked with a smile in his voice, apparently everything went smoothly rounding up the villains and getting them booked.

"She's still asleep...I wanted to talk to you about something." My voice sounded strangely dull and muted.

"Sure, what's wrong?" Naomasa started to worry.

"I don't think this arrangement is working out. I think it would be safer for Emi if you found someone else to look after her." I replied stiffly.

Naomasa was quiet for a long moment, "is she not doing a good job?"

"That's not it, she's great at everything and she's been a wonderful help, but I don't think I'm a safe choice for her. She'd be better off under someone else's supervision."

I could hear the frown in his voice, "and what does Emi think?"

"I haven't talked to her about it." I sighed.

"Ultimately it's your call so I'll do what you want. However, if you don't have a problem with her personally and are just trying to do this for her benefit, maybe you should get her input on the matter." Naomasa pointed.

He was right. Doubt lingered in the back of my mind, if I asked her about it, she'd probably choose to stay to keep me from making my schedule crazy and living off takeout again. "I'll talk to her." I sighed.

"Good. Keep me posted." Naomasa hung up and I put my phone down.

I managed to sort through a few fan letters and some applications for potential sidekicks. Before, I knew it, a few hours had gone by. Worry gripped me as I glanced over at Emi, she was still sound asleep. Hesitantly, I made my way over to the sofa. As I leaned over her to make sure she was alright, her beautiful slate grey eyes fluttered open.

She looked up at me wide eyed and an endearing blush spread across her pale cheeks. "T-Toshinori?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're awake." I placed a hand on her shoulder to halt her from trying to sit up too fast, "don't rush it. How are you feeling?"

Her blush seemed to grow at this and she averted her eyes bashfully, "I-I'm okay."

I couldn't help but smile, "I'm glad to hear it." I felt the slightest bit of resistance as she tried to sit up again. Resisting the urge to chuckle at her pitiful attempts, I gave in and helped her sit up.

Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and all the color drained from her face, "what are we doing here? You're supposed to be in a meeting."

"It's okay, I cleared my schedule." I tried to reassure her but this appeared to only make her feel worse. I sighed and knelt on the floor in front of her so we were at eye level, "I wanted to talk to you about something, so let's ignore the schedule for a moment."

"O-okay." She was still beating herself up over it.

"I think it would be best if you were assigned to be under someone else's supervision." I started out strong but paused as she turned even paler.

Tears welled in her beautiful slate grey eyes, "is it because I didn't listen to you?" She was in panic mode thinking she was being discarded as punishment for not obeying me, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I'll stay behind when you tell me to, I promise."

"Ah, no that's not it." I panicked as a single tear dropped onto her pale cheek.

"I'll try harder as a secretar-."

I placed my hands on her shoulders and she fell quiet. "Emi, I'm not suggesting this because you're doing anything wrong, you're doing a fantastic job..."

She sniffled adorably and I felt a little sick with myself. I didn't mean to upset her after she'd already had such a traumatic day but I was worried about her safety.

"It's dangerous for you to be so close to me." I tried again.

She finally met my gaze and spoke up softly, "I already knew that."

"Today was nothing, those were small fries and you got hurt..."

She bit her lip, "it was my fault though."

"I just don't want you to..." I paused as I thought of what Nighteye said.

"Die?" She supplied for me morosely.

"Nighteye told you?" I gaped at her.

She chewed on her lower lip and nodded.

It all made sense now, why he was so nice to her when I introduced them. I'd thought it strange since he'd had reservations about her before meeting her yet at the drop of a hat seemed to like her. He must have met up with her on her first day when I'd stopped by the office to look for that planner for her. It also explained why she'd been having so much trouble sleeping in the days that followed. She'd been scared.

"Emi, I-."

She cut me off with a sweet smile, "it's okay...even knowing that...I'd still like to stay and help you as much as I can...please..."

I stared at her in awe for a long moment. I imagined those beautiful slate grey eyes closing forever and felt my heart constrict in my chest. I didn't want her to die. I especially didn't want her to die because of me. Meeting her gaze, I felt sick with myself again, this was upsetting her. Not wanting to upset her further I gave in with a sigh, though I had a heavy feeling of guilt and reservation as I thought morbidly to myself that I'd just signed her death warrant.

"Alright, I'm sorry for upsetting you." I reached for a tissue and felt my face burn as I moved automatically to wipe away her tears before realizing that seemed a little intimate. Clearing my throat to cover my sudden awkwardness, I handed her the tissue and slowly backed away. She still looked upset, I felt like I had to do something to cheer her up since I was the reason she was upset. "Why don't we go out for dinner? If you feel up to it."

A faint blush graced her cheeks. I felt my face redden as I realized that probably seemed very 'date' like and was about to try to explain myself when her soft sweet voice interrupted me, "I'd like that."

My heart skipped a beat in my chest. I was going on a date with Emi, this thought made me smile before I scolded myself inwardly. It wasn't a date! Right?

Video- "When You Can't Sleep At Night" By Of Mice & Men (just what was playing when I posted lol)