I don't own BNHA

The world burned under the hands of someone who rose to power in the blink of a second.

The man wasn't meant to be so strong, but it had happened too fast. One second, Uraraka was celebrating becoming a pro-hero and leaving behind the world of sidekicks, and then, the world exploded like a dangerous, but beautiful firework.

The ashes that were left behind weren't so beautiful, though. Especially if she couldn't tell whether these ashes were the remains of people who'd passed, or of the world they inhabited.

Every hero had fallen. Their class was but a skeleton of what it used to be, only half of them alive.

And even though they swore to fight till the end, to never let fear stop them, to be the heroes they promised, they still stood by while Deku risked his life.

Uraraka had almost rushed to him when he'd broken his arm. Gods, she'd just gotten used to Deku being able to control his quirk, to him not breaking his body and now this villain was doing the job for him.

lida had grabbed her and pulled her back. Their world was on the verge of ruin, and he wanted her to put her own life first?

There were no rules, no laws, no people. Nothing. What was there to live for?

Deku fell from the sky.

It was a sight to behold, the symbol of peace finally lost. Nothing could hold back Uraraka anymore.

He landed in her lap, and she was horrified to see he was smiling.

"I...did it." He gasped out, breathing hard. There was a hole in his chest, bleeding profusely.

Some of their class was cheering, some was crying. Deku truly had defeated the villain. But at what cost?

"I just...wish..." he panted, barely being able to get the words out, "I could've done it...sooner."

"No, no, no. You did it, Deku. No," Uraraka sobbed, her heart going into an anxious frenzy. "We-we're gonna make it through this."

Deku's smile faded. "I'm sorry, Uraraka."

His eyes were rolling up in his head, eyelids shutting. Smoke rose behind him.

But suddenly, his eyes widened. He was looking behind her. She turned around, and the world was flashing white.

Uraraka relaxed back into a bed. It was quite hard, but she'd never felt so light.

At least, not when the world was on fire.

This must be heaven.

Preferably, she would've liked it if she had forgotten all about what happened to her when she was alive, but her grief was blurry at the moment, and even though her body was heavy with a lot of weight-funnily enough-she'd never felt so damn light.

It really was a shame that she had to wake up.

Groggily, the fourteen-year-old got up and stretched her arms over her head.

She heard a satisfying cracking.

She opened her eyes and saw a pink wall. The wallpaper was old and yellowing, and the plaster was coming off in places.

She had a desk and a spinny chair. She loved those spinny chairs.

Even if this one was battered and old. There were books upon books piled on the table.

Was this was Heaven looked like, Uraraka thought, distractedly.

It looked a lot like her room before she became a pro-hero.

She nearly screamed when her door burst open.

Mom.

Uraraka was beyond shocked. Her mother was dead.

She was...

Uraraka knew it was heaven for sure. How else could her mother be here, alive and breathing?

"You're late for school, Ochako."

Ochako smiled lazily. Was this some kind of dream?

Would she see Deku now, safe and uninjured?

"Ochako?' Her mother asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry. "Is everything okay?'

"Yup," Uraraka replied. She was happy but too tired to be enthusiastic.

"Okay, well, I've packed your lunch for you today. I'll just write you a quick note so you don't get into too much trouble, okay?' Her mother flitted about, working fast.

Her bag was thrown at her. She caught it on reflex.

"Haha, this is funny," Uraraka drawled, woozy and unfocused. "Is this supposed to be a walk through memory lane?'

Her mother glanced at her curiously. "What?'

Uraraka pushed herself back onto her mattress. She wanted to sleep.

so tired.

Why was she still tired even though she was dead? The sudden thought invaded her mind.

"Ochako! Get up, you're late." Her mother scolded.

"Late?' Uraraka asked fearfully.

No, she wasn't alive.

Was she?

Apparently, she was.

It took a whole week for her to realise that no,

she still wasn't dead.

Damnit.

And she was really looking forward to sleeping forever and just letting her mind relax.

But something else pretty extraordinary had happened.

She'd gone back in time.

So, Deku was still alive.

It always got harder to breathe when she thought about her friends and Deku.

it hurts so much.

Was this some kind of joke, or was fate trying to save the world?

She knew what it was like to love a man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders but to become the one with the weight of the world? To live through stress and grief and not get the rest she wanted?

She was selfish for wishing it was someone else in her place who went back in time. Past her could kick back and be happy and worry about trivial things like whether Deku liked her back and if liking Deku was holding her back and having unhealthy obsessions with the boy before finally getting over that and actually establishing a healthy relationship with him.

That's where she wanted to be.

Not thinking about a world where everyone had died. Where she was one of the last survivors. Not thinking that that future was still coming

and only she knew so it was her responsibility now.

If her future repeated itself this time, it would be her fault, no one else's.

The stress and duty were crushing, but she was an adult in reality, not a fourteen-year-old.

That was why she picked up her head and marched on to school as if nothing were wrong.

She was a godamn hero and even if everything in her screamed to just die already, even if she hated this so much that she couldn't even put it into words, she shook her head and continued to push suicidal thoughts away and even when the weight took her under, she would stand fearlessly in the face of danger.

She wasn't the symbol of peace, but she was the only hope future had.

She didn't want to see her parents burnt to crisp; she didn't want the people she spent years saving die within seconds. She didn't want to lose anyone anymore.

So she would become the best hero that walked the fucking Earth, just this once.

Johto junior high was a decent middle school. It was public, and a lot of its students didn't care much for rules.

That said, there was a lot of diversity and freedom.

She couldn't say it completely bully-free, but in her past-uh, first lifetime. She doubted anyone ever needed to give a situation like this a particular name till now-she'd been ashamed, considering she went from a cheap, half-dead school to one as prestigious as U.A, but remembering how in a different city, Deku was suffering, she felt so bad for the way she'd treated this school like an insult to herself the last time.

If he were here, there were many people who would befriend him. When you're all born under the same circumstances, it was hard to judge each other.

None of them came from much, were much or had much. Of course, that didn't mean there wasn't any bullying at all, just very little.

There were sure to be bad seeds, no matter where you go.

But she felt like for the first time, she was proud of her middle school.

Her heart clenched at the thought of Deku suffering. Not only that, but she'd also have to deal with past Katsuki again. It'd be like he regressed in a day.

She was really going to miss future-past?-Katsuki. And now she'd have to call everyone by their surnames.

So annoying.

She saw a blur in the distance. It was Yui Himari, her current-old- best friend.

While she'd gotten her number before she'd gone to U.A, and had kept in touch with her for the first six months, they'd fallen apart over the next three years. And after she became a successful pro-hero, and eventually gone from sidekick to a pro-hero already in the top fifty-although she was steadily climbing-they had stopped talking completely.

Uraraka had been planning to open her own agency and it had already been hard to hang out with friends that were close by, let alone people she hadn't talked to in two and half years.

And she felt bad, but when she realised that Yui herself had become a successful business-woman and was probably just as busy, she felt proud and happy for her friend and relieved that she wasn't pushing the other girl away.

And her life was going to be even busier this time around.

So, she would spend her time with Yui and appreciate the girl before she left. It was inevitable that she would have to leave her best friend behind one day, but there were still about a whole year left for her before the events that led to the tragedy that would happen would begin.

She wanted to crumple up and cry at the very thought.

I'm gonna update this at a given time from now on. (This does not apply to my other stories)

So I'll update this EVERY Wednesday, unless stated otherwise