~Miki's POV~

Monday morning, I stood in front of my full-length mirror and looked at my new school uniform. I wasn't sure how I felt about the transfer. It wasn't like I'd made any friends at my other school but I was worried about going to a school that was for heroes. As I tried to decide how I felt about the change, I smoothed out my dark teal skirt and felt a little self-conscious, it was shorter than the skirt for my other school had been, it fell to mid-thigh. It had a long sleeve button up white shirt, a thick red tie and a light grey jacket with dark teal accents. Not liking that so much of my legs were revealed I found some thigh high stockings in the same grey color as the jacket. I couldn't decide what to do with my hair and settled on leaving it down and added a red ribbon to separate my bangs.

Nervously I shuffled my feet, hesitant to leave my room. The first day of school was always nerve-wracking. I stepped out of my room to find Shota trying to fix the white scarf he usually wore. Hizashi appeared to haphazardly tossed it on him rather than layering it how Shota normally did. I moved to help him and managed to muster up a shy smile in greeting as I unraveled his scarf.

"Thanks." He sounded more tired than usual and I assumed he must have tried to get Hizashi to fix it several times before one of them gave up.

I smiled as I layered it how he usually wore it before realizing how close I was standing to him. My heart skipped a beat and I took a hurried step back once I'd finished my task. He looked like he was about to say something but his words fell away as Hizashi exited his bedroom. He wasn't wearing his usual punk rock hero attire, instead he had dark pants and a white t-shirt that had aggressive green font on the front. It immediately caused eyestrain. I squinted as I tried to see what it said.

Proud Big Brother of Miki-chan.

All the color drained from my face. What was he doing?!

"Miki-chan! You look so cute!" He squealed and ran to hug me.

I sidestepped him and fixed him with a scowl as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. He lost his balance and face planted on the floor at Shota's feet. 'Miki-chan's body guard' was written across the back of the shirt. I tapped my foot trying to express my discontent.

Shota shook his head and stepped over Hizashi's fallen form. "Come on, Miki, leave the idiot there."

I scrambled after him.

"Miki-chan!" Hizashi sniffled dramatically as I trailed after Shota.

For a second it looked like Shota had forgotten he was injured as he walked into the kitchen as if he were going to prepare breakfast before looking down at his broken arms. Trying to be helpful I picked up the coffee pot and threw him a curious look. There was a smile in his tired eyes, he nodded his approval.

"Please."

I smiled and prepared the coffee as Shota reluctantly retreated to the dining table but paused once he reached it and realized he didn't have a hand to pull the chair out with. I dropped what I was doing and ran to pull out a chair for him. There was a brief glimmer of frustration revealed in his eyes.

"Thanks." His voice sounded a little funny, he didn't like being taken care of. I could tell he was getting frustrated that he was unable to do anything for himself. I wanted to offer him some kind of encouragement but was at a loss.

I didn't like seeing Shota upset. I retreated to the kitchen to finish making coffee. Shota normally cooked something for breakfast. Over the weekend I'd tried walking through several recipes in my head trying to visualize myself cooking in hopes I'd be able to use the stove without issue. I still felt nervous as I looked at the stovetop.

"Miki?" Shota's voice broke through my mental panic as I stared at the stove anxiously.

I turned to him curiously.

"How about cereal?" He was still looking out for me.

I nodded feeling somewhat deflated. I'd thought I'd be able to use the stove after my weekend of mental preparation. Pushing down my feelings of failure, I grabbed a few bowls from the cupboard and carried them to the table as Hizashi recovered and finally joined us for breakfast. He was still wearing the mortifying shirt and I silently prayed to any deity that may exist or be listening that he wouldn't wear it to UA. I threw a pleading look at Shota hoping he'd help me.

He met my gaze and appeared to tense in his seat for a moment before turning to Hizashi with a sigh, "Hizashi, take that ridiculous thing off."

"Huh?" Hizashi didn't appear to realize how embarrassing his shirt was. "What ridiculous thing?"

Shota looked like he was getting a headache, "the ridiculous t-shirt, you're embarrassing her."

"Miki?" Hizashi looked to me curiously.

I nodded my head a little more enthusiastically than I had intended to express my agreement with Shota. There was no way I'd survive my first day at a new High School if he wore that.

Hizashi sighed and peeled the shirt off only to reveal a second embarrassing shirt that had a picture of my face on it and read 'Miki-chan's number one fan'. My face burned hot with embarrassment and I threw a spoon at his chest causing Shota to choke on a laugh.

"Ah! What's wrong with this one?!" Hizashi whined, I threw another spoon.

Shota was struggling to hold back his laughter as the spoon bounced off of Hizashi's forehead. I retreated back to the kitchen to get the milk, cereal and replacement spoons for the two I'd thrown at Hizashi. Reluctantly, Hizashi removed the even more embarrassing t-shirt, to reveal a t-shirt with a picture of me when I was a toddler playing in the bathtub.

"What is wrong with you?" Shota groaned at my brother as I nearly dropped the milk and cereal.

I set them down on the table before turning to slap Hizashi repetitively. Keeping my hands balled into fists I slapped him in the chest several times.

"Ah! Ow! Miki-chan! What did I do?!" He squeaked, pretending my hits hurt when I knew they didn't, I wasn't very strong. I gave him one last smack to his chest before pouring Shota a bowl of cereal.

Shota shook his head. "You should seek professional help." He grumbled at Hizashi.

After breakfast, Hizashi changed into his hero costume, much to my relief and the three of us headed to UA together. I felt nervous as we arrived at the pristine school. Campus was huge and I immediately felt overwhelmed and out of place. I followed Shota and Hizashi through the giant entrance doors. Hizashi found a student waiting for him with a question about an assignment, he looked reluctant to leave me on my own but Shota not so nicely told him to suck it up and do his job before telling me to follow him.

Hizashi looked like he was about to be dramatic, I waved farewell and scrambled after Shota trying not to giggle at my silly older brother. We stopped by the staff office and Shota seemed to frown through his bandages as he realized once more his arms were useless and sighed as he looked down at his desk. I noticed his gaze had fallen on a spiral bound attendance roster and class planner. I picked them up for him with a smile.

He looked frustrated again but accepted my help with a faint smile. "Thanks, Miki."

There was a strange excited fluttering in my stomach. I fidgeted with my hair curling one of the long strands around my index finger as I shyly averted my gaze feeling suddenly bashful. I sensed his gaze on me and my pulse quickened.

He cleared his throat and moved toward the door, "let's go."

I followed him out the door. UA was much bigger than my old school and looked a lot fancier. There was way more students in the halls, scrambling to get to their classrooms before they were late. A warning bell rang and the halls cleared in an instant. I was going to be late to class, but Shota needed help.

"Don't worry, the idiot wanted to walk you to class, he'll make sure you're excused for being late." Shota seemed to sense my worry and reassured me.

We paused outside of a giant door with a sign overhead that read 1A. I stepped forward to open the door for him.

"Morning Class." He addressed his students nonchalantly as if he walked in to class in full mummy get up every day.

"Mr. Aizawa, what are you doing here?" The students chorused in concern as he slowly moved toward the front of the room. I hesitated unsure of what to do and followed after him. "Uh—who's that?"

"This is Miki Yamada, she's a new transfer to UA and was helping me ou—."

"MIKI-CHAN!" Hizashi cried from the doorway causing all the students to cringe. I jumped at his sudden appearance and outburst. He practically tackled me with a hug before picking me up.

I managed to set Shota's attendance roster and class planner down on the podium before Hizashi kidnapped me. The last thing I saw before I was wrenched from the room was Shota shaking his head and all of the students staring after us flabbergasted.

Hizashi set me down a few doors down outside of a door marked 1C. I lightly swatted at him in an attempt to voice my disapproval of his handling of the situation.

"What now?" He whined as I smacked him on the arm. "Did I embarrass you?"

I folded my arms in front of my chest and nodded.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure I got to walk you to your first class." He gave me a gentle pat on the head and smoothed down my hair that had gotten messed up when he abducted me.

I smiled and gave him a hug.

Hizashi squeezed me tightly against him seeming reluctant to let me go. "If you need anything, just go to the teacher's lounge if I'm not there someone there will find me for you. If anyone is mean to you or makes you uncomfortable, you let me know, I'll take care of it. Got it?" he held me at an arm's length away so he could see my face.

I nodded, touched by his doting.

"Ready?"

Another nod.

He draped an arm across my shoulders and opened the door to classroom 1C. The students jumped at the sudden sound of the door being thrown open and stared as Hizashi marched me through the door. My new homeroom teacher looked annoyed to see Hizashi.

"Present Mic." He frowned. He didn't look like a hero, at least not any hero I'd ever heard of. He was pretty plain looking with dark brown hair, lightly tanned skin and brown eyes. He wasn't wearing a hero costume just a normal looking outfit for a teacher, khakis and a button up shirt. Were the general studies homeroom teachers not heroes?

"Sorry for the interruption, please excuse Miki-chan for her tardiness, she was helping Mr. Aizawa-."

"Very well." My new teacher didn't seem to like Hizashi very much. "You may go now."

"Alright, one thing before I go." Hizashi paused and turned to my new classmates, "Paws off my baby sister, punks."

My face flushed scarlet and I hurriedly pushed him out of the classroom before burying my face in my hands mortified by his embarrassing exit. The teacher sighed and asked for someone to raise their hand before telling me to sit at the empty desk behind them.

I hurried to my seat completely humiliated and hid my burning face behind my book. After awhile everyone seemed to forget I existed and I was able to fade into the background. The teacher must have been informed in advance about my being mute as he never called on me, unless it was just a result of his obvious dislike of my brother.

Lunchtime rolled around and my new classmates were avoiding me like the plague, thanks to Hizashi's introduction. They cleared out pretty quickly leaving me alone in the classroom without any idea of where to go. I tried not to let it bother me and tucked my school books inside my desk before heading for the door. Maybe there were signs in the hallway pointing to the cafeteria.

As I trudged toward the door trying to stay positive, I spotted a figure appear in the doorway. I looked up and felt my heart skip a beat as I spotted Shota standing in the doorway.

"Everything okay?" He asked worried, I must have revealed something on my face. He activated his quirk giving me the ability to speak.

"I just wasn't sure where the cafeteria was." I replied meekly not wanting him to waste his quirk listening to me recount the boring events of my uneventful and somewhat sad morning.

"Come on, I'll walk you there." He waited for me to join him before leading the way. I felt his gaze fall on me and my quirk was erased once more, "how's your first day going."

"It's okay." I tried to sound positive but my voice wasn't cooperating and came out dull. I shook my head and moved on, "are you feeling okay Nii-san?"

Shota seemed to be frowning at me beneath his bandages, "I'm fine. Did something happen?" Before he could erase my quirk again, I shook my head hurriedly not wanting him to tire himself out.

Realizing I didn't want to talk about it he sighed and led me through the confusing halls to the cafeteria. Once we reached the cafeteria, there was a loud static screech as someone turned on the PA system to make a schoolwide announcement.

"Good Afternoon Listeners!" Hizashi's voice rang from the loudspeakers.

"Now what is that idiot doing?" Shota groaned.

"If you haven't gotten a chance yet, make sure you welcome my adorable baby sister, Miki-chan to UA properly—." He rambled on obnoxiously.

I felt an overwhelming sense of panic overtake me as everyone in the cafeteria turned to me. My entire body felt like it was on fire as I was overcome with embarrassment. The only sound I could hear was the pounding of my own heart echoing in my head. As everyone stared at me and Hizashi gushed over the loudspeakers, though I luckily couldn't seem to hear any of it, I felt the edges of my vision begin to darken. Breathing was becoming difficult. I unconsciously took a step closer to Shota as I started to feel faint.

"Miki?" His voice was laced with worry.

I gripped the back of his shirt and buried my face in his back as hot tears of humiliation welled in my eyes. Sensing I was having a panic attack, Shota led me away from the cafeteria. The moment we were clear of the cafeteria and I spotted a bathroom, I bolted.

"Miki!" Shota called after me but my fight or flight had kicked in and running seemed like the best course of action to get away from all the staring people.

I ducked into the bathroom and hurriedly locked myself in one of the stalls. Once I got the door locked behind me, I leaned against the door as my skin began to crawl and my vision darkened. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. In the back of my mind I could faintly hear the panic inducing sound of crackling flames causing my heart to race. My stomach lurched and it took all I had to keep from collapsing on the floor. I tried to take deep breaths and calm myself. Deep in the recesses of my mind I could hear the sound of glass shattering and my childhood home going up in flames. I slid down the stall door and hugged my knees tightly to my chest as I tried to shake myself out of it.

A few moments passed and I heard the door open. There was a soft knock on my stall door. I managed to catch my breath and shakily get to my feet before slowly opening the stall door. Two girls, both with dark hair, stood on the other side of the door wearing matching looks of concern.

"Miki? Right?" The girl with the shorter dark hair and what looked to be earphone jacks dangling from her earlobes asked.

I nodded.

"I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, this is Kyoka Jiro, we're in Mr. Aizawa's class." The girl with the long dark hair that she had in a spiky ponytail spoke up. "He asked us to check on you, are you alright?"

I nodded again.

They both exchanged wary looks, neither of them believed me.

Momo went to the sink and got a few paper towels before dousing them in cool water. She returned and offered the cool damp paper towels to me. "It might help if you put them on the back of your neck."

I shakily accepted them and did as she said. They provided instant cooling relief and in seconds my breathing had returned to normal. I bowed my head in thanks and they both appeared to relax.

"Present Mic was way out of line." Kyoka piped up trying to be supportive.

Momo nodded her agreement, "Mr. Aizawa was pretty angry, I'm a little worried about Present Mic to be honest."

Heat spread across my cheeks at this. Did he get angry on my behalf? I frowned, I didn't want them to fight. I scrambled to get my phone out of my pocket and typed up a quick message. 'Do you know where they are?'

"Mr. Aizawa's waiting outside." Momo smiled.

I typed out a thank you and showed them the screen. They both smiled.

"Whenever you want to give the cafeteria another try, you're more than welcome to sit with us." Momo offered me.

I bowed my head in thanks and typed out another message, 'I really appreciate it, I don't think I'm up for it today but maybe tomorrow. Thank you.' Now that I had calmed down, I disposed of the now warm damp paper towels. They left first to give me a minute to compose myself and I assume to let Shota know I was okay.

When I left the bathroom, I found Shota leaning against the wall next to the door. He breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted me. "Are you alright?" He frowned.

I hesitated before nodding.

"I'm punching that idiot when we find him." He grumbled before looking down at his useless arms, "...or kicking him..."

I couldn't help but giggle silently at this and waved my hands in front of me trying to dissuade him from hurting Hizashi. He hadn't meant any harm, he was just being his silly self.