My Savior

"Kacchan, look," Amara said happily while holding up her now-finished drawing of their found family.

"Well, I know who that good-looking guy is," he pointed to himself, "but who are the rest of these people?"

"Kacchannnnn," she groaned before pointing to the first person. "It's Deku, Alya, me, Akira, and you."

Midoriya peered over her shoulder to look at her drawing. "You know what? I think that's fridge-worthy."

Her radiant smile illuminated the room. "You do?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. "Really?"

"Of course I do, "Midoriya reassured her. "We'll have to get some magnets, but we'll get it up there soon." For the time being, he grabbed it and set it on top of the fridge for safekeeping. "What do you want for dinner?" He asked.

"Cake!" Akira cheered from the couch.

Alya sighed. "Akira, we've talked about this. Cake isn't dinner. It's dessert."

The waterworks started immediately after. Akira started crying loudly, kicking her little legs against the couch. Inko came walking into the room quickly when she heard the cries.

"What's wrong?" Inko asked.

"I told her cake was a dessert, not dinner." Alya sighed while moving across the room to crouch in front of his sister. As soon as she was crouched, Akira kicked her.

"Don't kick people," Alya said sternly. "If you want cake for dessert, you need to stop screaming and kicking and use your words like a big girl."

"Cake!" Akira screamed again.

"Only big girls get cake," Alya told her. Slowly but surely, Akira started calming down and stopped kicking her sister. "What do you want for dinner?"

She sniffled some more before saying, "Nuggies and fries."

Alya glanced at Bakugo and Midoriya to make sure that was alright. When they nodded, Alya said, "I think we can manage that."

"Cake for dessert?" Akira asked.

Alya shook her head. "Not tonight." Before she could start crying again, Alya added, "If you're good, we can get cake tomorrow." She wasn't mad that she threw a fit. She was three and didn't know exactly how to process emotions, which she wasn't going to fault her for. She, however, was going to fault her for kicking. She knew better than to kick or hit, and she wanted to make that clear. "Because you kicked me, we don't get cake today because we do not hurt other people. Do you understand?"

Akira started crying again, but she nodded. "Do you want to go play by yourself for a little bit?" Akira pushed herself from the couch and ran down the hall to the bedroom she shared with Amara.

"What's wrong?" Alya asked Amara, who was sulking at the table with a crayon in her hand.

"I want dessert," she pouted. "It's not fair that just because Akira kicked you, I don't get dessert, either."

Alya took a deep breath. She never knew how to handle stuff like this. She was only eighteen and not ready for kids. Even if they were her sisters, it was a lot, and she often didn't know what to do and got overwhelmed. She looked at Bakugo and Midoriya, hoping they would be able to provide some insight.

"You're right," Bakugo said. "We'll get dessert, but we can't eat it until Akira goes to bed, and we can't tell her. Alright?"

Amara nodded. "Can we get ice cream?" she asked.

"If you behave, yes." Bakugo looked at Alya, who nodded in agreement. "For now, let's order some dinner."

Since they weren't directly allowed to order it, Midoriya texted Todoroki, asking him to come inside. He was sitting on the roof currently, keeping watch while Shinso slept in the guest house. Since they had to share the guest house, they tried their absolute best to ignore each other and never be in there at the same time.