Disclaimer: I do not own bnha, if I did, the female characters would get more screen time.

Rating: M due to excessive swearing, underage drinking and mild sexual content.

Author's notes: Hey y'all! I apologize for the wait. I had finished the chapter quickly, but the editing process was left because I had like 3 papers due plus exams. University's a bitch. For those of you waiting for 'impossible happenings,' I'm working on it and it will be updated shortly! This chapter has some Kacchako interactions (finally, right!) Happy reading!

When Deku and Tsu got together, Uraraka hadn't expected it at all and in some roundabout way, Deku was the first to mention it.

At the time, their first year was coming to an end. Stress for exams was in full swing. And just like all the other students, she and Deku were studying hard in order to keep their spots at the highly competitive UA High.

They were laying down on their backs in Deku's backyard, books floating above them. She had just finished reading about the warring states period when Izuku's consistent mumbling - she'd gotten used to ignoring it - stopped.

"Hey, um, Ochako?" He hesitantly called, and she put down her book and gave him her full attention.

"What's up Deku-kun?" Uraraka asked. She was acutely aware of how close their faces were, she could count every freckle on his face.

"I like someone!" He blurted out, eyes squeezing shut.

Uraraka would be lying if she said her first thought wasn't: it's me. It had to be.

It wasn't as if Deku was surrounded by a company of girls. Apart from her and Tsuyu, it was a rare occurrence to see her best friend with a girl. And since Tsuyu had basically spent the whole summer slaving away at Gang Orca's Aquarium, it had just been Todoroki, Iida, and herself. She had been the only female presence around him.

For an irrational few seconds, she prayed it was her that he had his heart set on.

But then he added, "I need some advice," as the skin beneath his freckles turned a hue of red and she knew it wasn't her. Izuku was too intelligent to mention his feelings to the person he had feelings for. It was too easy to figure out.

Uraraka immediately started running through all the girls he had close interactions with over the year. There was Mei Hatsume: the mad genius in UA's support course. Ochako had an irrational dislike of her due to her ability to understand the parts of Deku that she couldn't. Hatsume also did have a knack for touching him unnecessarily. But they hadn't spent enough time together for him to develop a crush, she guessed. There was also Melissa Shield, the American foreign exchange student who'd been in Japan for a year. She and Deku were basically attached at the hip the whole year and they still chatted online. It was highly likely that Melissa was his crush.

Uraraka, finally letting her curiosity get the best of her, was about to ask when Deku's mom called them in for dinner and the topic lay forgotten.

Ochako had never imagined it to be Tsuyu. Not because she wasn't desirable or anything. Quite the opposite actually. Tsuyu was perfect: she was kind, smart and reliable but she'd always had a level head about dating. She believed that dating in high school was pointless and that it wouldn't end well. Tsuyu was hell-bent on avoiding heartbreak. Deku was aware of this and maybe her subconscious had tricked her into thinking that because Tsuyu was detached from romantic prospects that others were romantically detached from her too.

So, one can only imagine Ochako's shock when Tsuyu strolled into the Uraraka house looking happier than she had ever seen her and announced, "I have a boyfriend."

It was a miracle that she and Hadou-senpai – who had come solely for the goodies in her fridge - didn't choke on the strawberries they were swallowing.

"Oh my god, who is it!?" Hadou squealed, bolting out of her seat to shake Tsuyu by the shoulders. "Tell me right now! Is it Tokoyami? He is kind of hot in an edgy way! Is it, Tsu-chan?"

Her best friend chuckled, shrugging out of Hadou's death grip to rest her bag on the kitchen counter. "Its someone closer than that."

"You never told me you liked anyone!" Uraraka accused, joining Nejire in the interrogation with crossed arms.

"Because I didn't think anything would come out of it," Tsuyu admitted.

"Tell us!" Hadou was as impatient as always.

Tsuyu suddenly looked embarrassed, fiddling with the helm of her tank top. "It's Izuku-chan."

Nejire gasped happily and grabbed her into a hug, jumping up and down excitedly.

Uraraka's stomach dropped. "Deku?" It couldn't be.

"Yeah. He took me to Wild, Wild Pussycats and bought me a milkshake and asked me out. Real classy," Tsuyu rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the fondness in her voice. Tsuyu liked him. She really liked him and apparently, he liked her. How did Uraraka not see it before?

"I'm happy for you," Ochako choked out, feeling anything nothing but unease. A fountain of emotion was pouring down on her. Confusion. Envy. Anger. Guilt. But mostly envy. Envy so thick, she could barely see past it.

"Are you dating now?" Nejire asked the dreaded question and Tsuyu nodded.

After they'd both left, she'd cried for a few hours. The draining feeling of letting her emotions out numbed her to the rejection of the day. It felt unfair that Deku didn't feel the same way about her. And now she could never tell him the truth because it didn't matter that Deku hadn't chosen her, what mattered was that Tsuyu had chosen him. And it would be a dark day in hell when Uraraka would do anything to cause her best friend pain.

That night, she wrote her letter to Deku. Releasing all her truths and giving up on him entirely. He belonged with Tsuyu and that was that.


The tiring game weekend had come to an end, but it was still spring and that meant Kirishima was spending his evenings by the riverside with his friends.

He'd had to drag Bakugou off the field since he'd started endless practice sessions the day after the party. His best friend had argued and spit out insults but Kirishima didn't budge. He'd long became immune to Bakugou's attempts to push people away.

Eijirou could sense the raging fire inside of Bakugou when he saw him kick around soccer balls like he was hoping they would kill someone and decided to intervene and somehow, they'd made it to their destination without maiming someone.

At said destination, Kaminari was being a terrible wingman to Sero as he flirted with some college girl in town for spring break. The girl looked mildly interested like she was bored and doing Sero would be good entertainment. But he could tell Kaminari's incessant jabbering was causing her to reconsider.

Mina was getting them some hot dogs from the snack shack before the night crowd rolled in to watch the fireworks. Bakugou was perched up beside him on the blankets they'd set up on the grass, watching him with a strange expression. He pretended not to notice, hoping the blonde would just look away, but he kept at it.

"You've never been one to hold back. Just say what you gotta say, man."

"What the fuck am I doing here, shitty hair?" Bakugou grit out. Kirishima could tell his thin strand of patience was running out.

"I admire your dedication to soccer, I do, but you were getting nowhere with that practice," Kirishima told him honestly. "You needed a break to get it together."

"Getting nowhere with my practice?" Bakugou shot him a scornful glare. "I'm not taking advice from a pussy like you and even if I was, I'd say you were wrong because there is nothing I need to get together."

Kirishima sighed, turning on his side to face the angry blonde. "Calling me a pussy won't make me forget the real issue. The game thing with Midoriya has got you fucked up."

Bakugou's jaw clenched, ready to rip him a new one but then he just looked down.

"We both know Deku's getting extra help from All Might," Bakugou surrendered. Kirishima couldn't hear any jealousy in his voice but he knew better. Having the person, you admire most in the world give recognition to your rival would hurt anyone and despite what Bakugou wanted everyone to think, he did feel pain.

"I need to get better," Bakugou admitted, his eyes focused on something Kirishima couldn't see. "I have to be at the top, that's all that matters, and practice is the only way to get there."

Before Kirishima could comfort or really, attempt to comfort, the object of his affections had returned with hot dogs.

"The hot dog of death for Bakubabe," Mina handed Bakugou one covered in several sauces and peppers. "And the mild ones for the rest of us." She called Kaminari and Sero to join them.

She sat down beside him. "So, I heard you're going on a date?" It sounded like an accusation.

Kirishima almost choked. "Yeah, I guess. Jirou wanted to set me up so I let her."

"You could have let me do it," Mina pouted. It was adorable.

"You suck at match making!" Bakugou but in. "Remember when you tried to set me up with that blonde chick that hangs around half and half's older brother and she asked for my blood?"

The pair doubled over.

"Shut up, you shitty idiots!"

Kaminari and Sero made it back and the conversation drifted to Kaminari's inability to be a wingman.

"so, you wanna be with people, romantic stylez huh?" Mina asked quietly.

No, I want to be with you, romantic stylez.

"High school's gonna be over soon, might as well get some," Kirishima lied. It was the answer anyone would give.

"Why now?"

All hint of humour disappeared from his face. "I just realized I'm tried of waiting for someone who'll never come."

Her golden eyes held his gaze. "Maybe they want to come but they're just afraid."

Not good enough. "If they aren't willing to risk it, its probably not worth it to them."

Mina frowned. "You don't know that."

"Its what I want to believe," His eyes pleaded for her to let it go.

"Right then," She smiled brightly, fasely. "Have fun on your date."


The next day, Bakugou planned to head back to the UA field for some practice when he got a text from Camie asking for a ride because the cheerleaders are practicing in the gym for the entrance ceremony. Her house was just a few blocks away from his and she wasn't too annoying, so he agreed to drive her.

He'd only been driving for a couple of minutes when he got a call from a frantic Kirishima.

"Bakugou, I'm freaking out! What do you wear to a date at the aquarium?"

Bakugou sighed, it's not even noon yet and he was already annoyed. "I thought you were the fashion genius."

"I am but this is my first date ever," Kirishima whined and the shuffling of clothes could be heard through the phone. "What if my cutting-edge fashion won't cut it?"

"Fucking quit your whining. I'm picking up Camie from her place, so you can ask her."

"Oh, good idea," Kirishima released a sigh of relief. "Camie's my fashion equal."

Bakugou snorted.

"Maybe I should wear my red crocs," his best friend added thoughtfully.

"You wear crocs on your first date and I'll light your croc collection on fire," Bakugou threatened. "Yeah I know where you hide it." He couldn't believe they were having this conversation.

Kirishima gasped. "You wouldn't."

He was about to reply when a car zoomed in front of him.

"Holy fuck!" He screeched, hitting the brakes.

"Bakugou? What happened?" Kirishima's worried voice filled the car but Bakugou ignored it, getting out of his car to give the idiot who didn't stop at the stop sign a piece of his mind and then check the state of his car.

"Hey! What the fuck were you thinking, idiot?" Bakugou yelled as soon as he slammed his door shut.

The other person's car door opened, and a tiny brunette came out with shaky legs. She looked strangely familiar. Pixie cut. Pink cheeks. Round face.

"Bakugou?" She said once she caught sight of him. He'd just hit Deku's fangirl's car. The only way this situation could get any worse was if Deku came stumbling after her.

"Didn't you see the stop sign, round face?" He growled as he stood in front of the large dent on the side of her car.

"Round face?" She quirked a brow before realizing their circumstances. "I'm so sorry," she bowed deeply. "It's my first time driving alone," she glanced anxiously at his car. "Is your car okay?"

He ignored her question. "If you can't drive, stop fucking driving. You might kill someone."

She stood her ground, all the fear filling her before seemed to evaporate. "I said I was sorry. Why can't you just accept my apology and let it go? My car is the one that's damaged."

"It wouldn't have been fucking damaged if you hadn't sped ahead at the stop sign like the idiot you are," Bakugou sneered.

"You haven't changed a day since middle school, have you? Still the foul boy who needs to put other people down to feel good about himself," She spat, looking like a tiny ball of fire.

Just because she had been a part of his posse in middle school and he vaguely remembered that he kissed her in a spin the bottle game, that didn't mean she knew him. "You know nothing about me," Bakugou towered over her. "Don't try and psychoanalyze me. My motivations are simple: I put people down for fun."

"What an admirable reason!" She threw her hands up before going to sit down on the sidewalk.

"Get back here, fuckstick!" He snapped after her.

Round face just buried her face in her arms.

"Don't ignore me!"

She shifted her arms so that he could see her condescending smile as she flipped him the bird before hiding her face again. Huh, looks like she wasn't a pushover like Deku. He resisted the urge to smirk, trying to retain his anger. This girl was a piece of work.

"Uh, round face?" He called after she didn't move from that position for a few seconds.

"Go away," her muffled voice replied.

Bakugou considered abandoning her, he did have things to do but even he wasn't that big of an asshole.

He sighed. "Do you want me to call someone?"

She raised her head. "Its okay, I'll…call Deku."

Bakugou couldn't stop himself from saying the first thing that came to mind. "Wow you really do make it obvious you're in love with that nerd."

Round face pales. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course, you don't," He smirks, getting back into his car. "I'll see you around, round face."


Ochako watched Bakugou drive away, her heart beating wildly against her rib cage because of his parting words.

She tried to remember how long its been since she's shared a conversation with UA's resident asshole. Probably the summer before middle school when he and Deku still got along and they would all play at the playground near Iida's house. When she'd shared her first kiss with him in a spin the bottle game. Growing up in the same neighbourhood made them all connected. Her childhood had consisted of pool parties at Iida's, watching tv at Bakugou's, and having Mrs. Midoriya's fabulous cooking but that was before Bakugou had an ego the size of Texas, which apparently hadn't deflated at all in these past few years. He didn't even remember her name. Which is why it was nothing short of strange that he offered to help her. Granted after yelling at her but for Bakugou that was basically kindness.

She texted Deku to come pick her up but knew it was a bad decision as soon as she did it. Since Tsuyu's departure from Japan, Uraraka and Deku hadn't spoken. It seemed like Deku was putting some distance between himself and his usual friend group.

He arrived about five minutes after Bakugou drove away.

She hastily stood up and smoothed down her skirt in an effort to look composed and not like the dramatic teenager who just thought she was going to die.

He stumbled off his bicycle and landed right next to her, jaw dropping at the sight of the large dent on the side of her car.

"We should call the police!" Deku said as he ran his fingers over the dent. "The person who did this needs to be punished." He looked around as if the culprit was somewhere near.

Ochako really didn't feel like bringing up her chat with Bakugou and it wasn't his fault anyways. She had gotten overconfident with her driving and it had resulted in her own failure.

"There's no need for that," Uraraka said, embarrassed to admit her mistake. "It was my fault, I ran a stop sign so can we just go please?"

He seemed to sense her uneasiness because he nodded without another word and they loaded his bike into her car. He got into the driver's seat without prompting. She was thankful that he understood. She was traumatized from driving for the day and she still had to think about what to tell her parents.

Ochako waited for him to drive but he just stared at the steering wheel until she knew he wanted to talk about something but wasn't sure how to approach the topic.

She nudged him with her elbow and shot him an encouraging smile.

He smiled back but it felt forced.

"Did Tsu...Asui," Deku swallowed. "Did she tell you that she was going to break up with me?"

Uraraka had momentarily forgotten about how he must have felt about the breakup and the feeling of guilt at not reaching out to him festered. She was supposed to be his best friend. A darn good job she was doing.

"No!" Uraraka assured him quickly, desperate to show him that she had no part in the decision. "You know her, she likes to keep important decisions private." It was the truth.

"Right," he shook his head like he should have known. "I just figured since she tells you everything..." He trailed off.

"Not about this kind of stuff," Uraraka told him.

"You know maybe she'll change her mind," Deku lied to himself. "How hard can long distance be? How far is America anyway?"

He knew the answers to both those questions, but she nodded anyway, providing an empty reassurance.

Deku sighed. "She said she was going to visit; do you know when?"

"Winter break."

"You know everybody says I'm great at predicting things before they happen but," Deku laughed dryly. "I didn't see this coming."

She frowned. "Deku-kun, stop it with the gloominess. You don't need to beat yourself up, Bakugou did that enough for a lifetime."

He laughed, this time she could tell it was genuine. "You're right. We don't need to give him more reasons." He finally started the car and she let out a breath at having tamed an awkward situation.

"Hey Uraraka, you're not planning to move anytime, soon right?" Deku joked but she could see the seriousness in his eyes.

"You'd have to try harder than that to get rid of me," She winked.

He looked relieved. "Thank god. I'd hate to lose you as well."

Her heart stopped, and a strange sense of contentment filled her, but it was fleeting. Lasting for only a few seconds. Almost instantly, she's reminded of Bakugou's words.

Wow you really do make it obvious you're in love with that nerd.

You're wrong Bakugou. So wrong. Uraraka was not in love with Deku. It was just a moment of weakness.


It was already dark when Bakugou and Camie were driving back from UA. The earlier incident with round face had been forgotten once he'd explained the situation to a panicking Kirishima when he'd gotten back in the car. He wouldn't be seeing more of her anyways.

Camie had hooked her phone up to the car speakers and was blasting music from undiscovered local artists. With the way they were singing, he was pretty sure they'd never be discovered.

Her fawn coloured hair swung wildly as she shimmied in her seat. He rolled his eyes, lips quirked up. She was a crazy bitch.

Most people had nasty break ups with their exes, but they weren't most people. She was quite literally the oddest person he had ever met and took their break up with a shrug and their friendship been unaffected in the aftermath. She still hung out with the Bakusquad when she could, and they still face timed at least once a week.

"Camie turn that garbage off, "Bakugou commanded, finally fed up of the music.

She huffed. "This is mad hip, fam."

"I'm fucking positive that this crap is what Satan listens to when he wants to get in the mood."

Camie rolled her eyes. "I'm just bored, babe." Her eyes then shined with a coyness that he learned to be wary of. "Entertain me."

"I'm driving," He snapped, keeping his eyes trained on the road. "Play with yourself."

She grinned like that's exactly what she wanted him to say. "Totes will." And her fingers danced at the waistband of her shorts.

"That's not what I meant!"

"Oh?" She blinked innocently. "Well babe, it would totes make me not bored anymore." And shoved two fingers into her shorts

Katsuki braked in record time.

"Camie," he warned. This was the one game he would always lose to her in.

She simply climbed into the back seat. "Park the car, Katsuki."

He did but mostly because he didn't want to get honked at for standing in the middle of the street.

Once they were parked in a safe area, he watched her unbutton her shirt. "Camie, we're broken up."

She met his eyes, not stopping her ministrations. "This doesn't mean I'm changing my twitter bio to 'obsessed with Bakugou Katsuki.'"

That translated to: it's just a hookup. That was a relief.

Bakugou climbed in beside a semi naked Camie. He did have some pent-up energy to release and she was offering so why not?

Camie grabbed a hold of his jaw and guided his lips to hers. It was a battle of tongues as it always was with them. He detached his lips from hers to lift up his shirt.

"You were practicing pretty hard on the field," Camie commented, her hand raking up his exposed chest. "All foot work really, your hands must really suffer." The taunting did not go unnoticed.

He leaned his forehead against hers. "My fingers are just as skilled, don't you worry. Bakugou's hand slid in her shorts.

"Is that right?" She breathed.

His fingers curled inside her. "Have I ever been wrong?"

The wanton moan she let out was music to his ears.


Ochako's parents weren't too disappointed about the car accident but she still had to get a job during the summer to pay them back for the repairs. A lesson in responsibility, they said. She would have done that regardless. Her guilt is too independent to be controlled.

She had just finished cleaning her room when she got a call from Nejire.

There was no greeting, just a simple. "I got some gossip to share."

Uraraka laughed. "Hit me with it, Hadou-senpai."

She and Hadou had become friends because they volunteered under the same underprivileged children's program. Hadou had the personality of an excited child. She'd instantly declared Uraraka to be her friend and the rest was history.

"Well, Monoma's whole acting out to get Kendou's attention routine didn't work since she's going out with Tetsutesu now.'

Uraraka can't say she feels sorry for him. She's never been fond of the blonde's antagonizing attitude.

"And Kirishima's apparently going on a date with some girl," Nejire adds, sounding disappointed.

"Is that bad?"

"Nobody's ever seen him be romantically involved with anyone. I just thought he was waiting for Bakugou to be single and now that he is, they would finally go from best friends to friends with benefits."

Uraraka burst out laughing. "That's...wow...that's something." She hadn't really put much thought into Kirishima and Bakugou's relationship.

"But," Nejire continued. "Bakugou might not be so single after all. He dropped Camie off at cheerleading practice which obviously means he's begging for her back."

Uraraka scoffed, she can't imagine Bakugou begging for anything.

"You'll be surprised at what people do for love," Nejire hummed.

"even if it ends badly?"

"Oh Uraraka," Nejire giggled like she knew something Ochako didn't. "Don't you know that it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

"That's what people tell themselves to get over the pain," Uraraka told her. "Don't get me wrong though. I do want love but not the risky kind, you never know how it will end up."

Ochako wanted a comfortable love. Not a spontaneous relationship made of sparks and adventures. She wanted to love her best friend, someone who knows exactly who she is and doesn't want to change it. Someone who won't clutter up her life as he fits himself into it.

"But that's what makes it fun," Nejire chirped. "Loving someone unexpectedly is like fate. You don't choose them; your heart unwillingly surrenders. You meet this person and they might be everything you don't want but need. You see their every flaw and yet you find the good to love."

"Can't you see the flaws in a person you already like and still choose them?"

"The thing about the people we like is that our brains turn their every flaw into a reason why they are perfect for us. Its part of the fantasy."

Hadou-senpai might be right about that.

Uraraka swallowed. "Still, that's a little out of my control zone."

"Sometimes it's good to lose control," Nejire advised. "You might just surprise yourself."

Uraraka wasn't too sure about that.

Some shouting could be heard on the other side and Hadou's voice faded for a few seconds before coming back. "Uraraka I gotta go, catch ya later!" And the call ended. Just like that.

Uraraka stared at her phone for a little while, oddly shocked at the deep conversation that they just had and how it came to be. But regardless, she didn't want Hadou-senpai's insight. She was content with her life choices. Maybe. Kinda. For now.


On Friday nights, the Dekusquad binged sitcoms. Ochako's dad made his world-famous Macaroni and they'd pig out as they watched Leslie Knope defy the impossible yet again on Parks and Rec.

They all loyally avoid the subject of Tsuyu around Deku, but it felt incomplete without her. Even their sitting positions were askew. Uraraka had taken over Tsuyu's spot in the middle of Deku and Todoroki and Iida had taken the single seater.

But at least it was cozy and familiar, which is all she really needed now that Tsuyu was gone.

"Yaomomo was quiet at camp counselling today," Izuku began. "She's always on fire. It was pretty strange," he looked expectantly at Todoroki for an explanation.

Todoroki's eyes didn't stray from the screen. "She hasn't said anything to me."

It could be assumed that he was indifferent to his girlfriend's troubles but the obvious twitching of his fingers against his phone indicated otherwise. He would call her as soon as he got home.

Todoroki was a lot more than people gave him credit for. He may appear as cold as a blizzard but inside, he was a warm fire willing to warm up those around him.

Uraraka coughed into her hand to hide her smile when he looked over at her questioningly.

"Relationships can be complicated huh?" Deku smiled sadly. "Especially since Yaoyorozu's your first crush and everything. Nothing else to compare it to."

Iida and Uraraka snapped their heads towards Todoroki.

"You've never had a crush before high school?" Iida burst out and Todoroki nodded.

"You truly are admirable, my friend." Iida clenched his fist, looking impressed.

"I need help carrying some of these boxes down," her dad called from upstairs. They were just about done with spring cleaning and dad must be bringing down the last of them.

Iida immediately volunteered, and Todoroki followed him, probably trying to escape the questioning of his love life.

That left Uraraka and Deku on either side of the couch.

"Who was your first crush?" Deku asked randomly.

"Uh well, lets see." Uraraka tapped her chin thoughtfully. Kindergarten crushes were irrelevant so that would leave, "Bakugou, I think."

Midoriya gaped. "I didn't realize Kaa-chan was even on your radar."

"It was back in middle school. I know he's not exactly a brag worthy crush, but you know," Uraraka shrugged. "He kissed me because of a spin the bottle game at Hideo's house and It changed how I saw him."

Deku blinked and Uraraka just realized she'd just said that she used to have a crush on his bully.

"But not for very long though," Uraraka back tracked. "I realized he was a jerk again very soon."

Deku chuckled. "Uraraka its okay, I'm just surprised. I know Kaa-chan can have a certain charm, but I didn't think it would capture you of all people."

She groaned. "Oh, shut up, I'm embarrassed enough as it is." He continued to snicker.

"Who was yours?" Uraraka was desperate to change the subject.

"You."

She just stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process this new piece of information.

"When you first moved here, you were always really nice to me. You would share your candies and you would always make sure I didn't get left behind," he explained.

"Don't forget that I always stopped you from landing on your face when you tripped," Uraraka teased.

"But then," Deku continued. "You broke my All Might action figure and my crush ended."

"It was an accident!"

Todoroki, Iida and dad come back with some heavy boxes and she and Deku help them put it in the trunk of the car.

The boys grab their stuff, ready to head home when Deku pauses at the front door, turning to look back at her. "Thanks for the other day, you know, in the car." He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "I really meant it when I said that I would hate to lose you." He grabbed a hold of her hand, squeezing it before walking out.

A treacherous thought made its way to her head before she could stop it.

If you had been with me, I would have never let you go. No matter the circumstances.

Ochako thought she was over him but clearly not.

That was what her letter was for. She had put it all down on paper and let Deku go. It had been nothing compared to the thought of Tsuyu being happy. She knew that her best friend would give up a crush for Ochako's happiness in a heartbeat. Uraraka did the same, she put her friendship above her feelings.

But now, Tsuyu was miles away and Deku just a few steps away, it all seemed to blur in her mind. They were disloyal thoughts, she knew that. Tsuyu had been gone a little over a week and she had succumbed.

Uraraka had to stop this with the only way she knew how. She had to write him another letter. Even if it took all the stationary in her arsenal, she would discard her feelings and forget about it once and for all.

She plumped down on her bed with letter paper and her writing pen and began to write.

I haven't gotten over you and its a fucking problem (excuse my language but it was necessary). There's no point in me holding onto all these feelings when you like another...

When Ochako finished, she put the letter in the deepest part of her drawer rather than her letter purse. She had a feeling there was more to be said.


"Katsuki! Get your worthless ass down here! There's mail for you!" His mother's voice awoke him from his slumber.

"I'm coming, you old hag!" Katsuki yelled back as he forced himself down the stairs.

"The letter's on the table," his dad told him when he got to the living room.

Bakugou yawned. It was probably a UA newsletter for the new school year. Not worth waking up for.

He picked it up. The letter had his name and address written on it sloppily with stars and hearts drawn around it.

Katsuki quickly unsealed the letter, scanning the continents.

"What the fuck is this?"


A/N: Hey again, y'all! I hope you guys liked the chapter! Sorry to leave it off on a kind of cliff hanger but it had to be done. Next chapter will be lots of Kachako so stay turned. As always, tell me your thoughts (what you liked, what you hated, and what you wanna see.) Come visit me on my tumblr: ttodomomos with your questions and what not. Until next time!