Katsuki's Prov

I blinked at Mina slowly, all rage and heat leaving my body in one fowl swop, "What?"

She nodded at me, "It was after we got back from summer brake last year. You know Uraraka had been planing to intern with Gunhead again but ended up coming to be with me after my dad passed, and Midoriya was with Todoroki at Endeavor's. It's not really my place to say the details but it ended shortly after we all got back on campus."

Silence fell over the room, "Dude, I thought everyone knew that." Kaminari said with concern, "It was totally obvious."

I couldn't think, my brain froze, pathetically stalling as I blinked at them all dumbly. I frowned and snapped to look at him, "Then why did you act so surprised when you saw the picture."

Kaminari paled, "Oh uh, I donno," he chuckled nervously looking every where but at me, "I - uh I was just surprised he was with Melissa? That's all."

It was an obvious lie, but honestly I didn't care about what he was thinking. I was struggling with my own thoughts. 'They had been broken up for nearly a whole year and I hadn't even noticed?'

"Ya man," Sero nodded at me, making me bristle at the realization I had spoken out loud. "Don't you remember when Midoriya was like extra weepy in the locker room for those few weeks?"

I stared at him, "What? No?"

Kirishima nodded next to me. "I actually remember that, thou I didn't know why he was crying so much. I just assumed you were being a super manly bro by not calling him out on it. I saw it as major bro growth."

I cringed at his words, groaning into one of my hands in disbelief.

"We really got to work on expanding your vocabulary, babe." Mina said, patting one of her boyfriends large pec's.

"What? I said he was manly," Kirishima frowned before waving her hand off. "But the main thing is they aren't together, dude. I didn't really realize that's why Midoriya was upset back then he didn't really talk to me about it. But now we know. This is good news, right?"

I flinched roughly back from him my embarrassment coming off in flustered anger, "I don't know what your talking about."

"Oh don't pull that dude," Kaminari sighed, "We are too old for the denial of feelings game, we all know you like her."

I looked over at him before bending down and grabbing one of his 'expensive' bright yellow new shoes and looking at him dead in the eye with a black face.

His eyes darted between me and the shoe comically, before I set off a controlled blast into the bottom of it.

Kaminari yelp in horror and lunged for the shoe as I tossed it to the side, "I don't know what your taking about." I repeated.

"Dude, what is wrong with you? You can't just act like a spoiled toddler whenever someone says something that makes you uncomfortable." I glared down at him, as he cradled his burnt shoe.

"Listen Bakugou," Mina said drawing my attention back to her, "He isn't wrong. I have suspected you had a crush for a while, but your so emotionally constipated it's hard to get a read on when you care about anything, let alone someone."

"I am not doing this." I growled, feeling extremely exposed and claustrophobic at the same time. I needed to get away, "I'm out."

"Oh I'll com-" Kirishima started, but I cut him off quickly, "Don't follow me." slamming the door behind me.

Once in the hallway I let out a deep sigh, I knew I couldn't actually leave so I went to the kitchen and sat at the table, my head in my hands. 'They weren't together anymore? For nearly a whole year? how had I not noticed?' I groaned into my hands and ran them back up into my hair rubbing at the shaved part of my undercut in frustration. 'What the hell am I doing? It doesn't change anything.'

I flinched slightly as light flooded the room, "Now this is nostalgic." I turned in my seat to see my dad standing in the door way seemingly fresh from a shower in his sweats and t-shirt.

I clicked my tongue before slouching lower in the chair laying my head on the back so I could stare at the ceiling, "What is?"

I heard him shuffling behind me in the kitchen, "When you were little I use to catch you up in the night sitting there in the dark practicing your quirk."

I turned in my seat to face him, he had moved to start making some tea. As he set up the electric kettle he turned to face me, a kind smile on his face.

"You would throw quite the fit when I tried to get you back to bed. You claimed the kitchen was the best place to practice because it is were we cooked so things must be less likely to catch fire in here." he chuckles softly

I let out a huff of acknowledgment, he continued talking while moving to get two cups from the cupboard.

"Funny thou, I would only find you in here practicing after you had an unusually rough day."

I looked at his back surprised before turning to the ceiling again. "Am I that predictable?"

I heard the tea pot click signaling the hot water was ready, "No, quite the contrary actually."

There was silence as he filled the cups and brought them to the table placing one gently in front of me. The smell of cinnamon hit my nostrils and I felt some tension leave my body.

"Thou," he continued, "I suppose I have a bit of fathers intuition tonight."

I stared at my cup, watching as the contents slowly grew more red as the tea starting to bleed into the water.

'what was I supposed to say? I didn't know how to even begin to talk about this, these feelings that I couldn't name let alone express in words. What is wrong with me?'

"You wanna talk about it?" my dad's to gentle voice reached my ears, drawing my gaze to him.

"Not really." I huffed quietly, he just smiled and took at sip of his tea.

I took a minuet to look at my father. He watched me with large kind soft brown eyes hidden behind a wired pair of glasses. He was a fairly large man, not like Almight but bigger then Aizawa.

My dad had always seemed larger then life to me growing up and I respected the hell out of him, thou I had to admit he confused me.

He wasn't strong like Almight or flashy like the other Hero's I looked up to as a kid, but I had never doubted he had strength. He was a nurturing loving constant in my childhood, he had always been there standing at my back, giving me words of kindness and encouragement with his awkward wisdom.

Having him back me up, knowing he would always catch me if I fell, it had allowed me to always jump without fear.

Thou as I looked at him now, I felt like I was seeing him anew. We were practically the same height now and I clearly had more muscle mass then him. I could see signs of his age showing a bit in the start of gray showing at his temples and worry lines on his forehead, no doubt from me and my mother.

But mostly what I saw was how… this, this kind, gentle, understand man with his easy conversation skills… this man… he was nothing like me.

'How could I actually be related to someone so calm and nurturing?'

A sharp sting to my forehead had me flinching back and a soft laughter filled the kitchen. "Forgive me, you were staring so long I thought you might have fallen asleep on me."

I growled while rubbing at the spot on my forehead he had just flicked. "I was just… thinking."

A small hum as he took a sip of his tea was all I got. Making me growl again annoyed at him for his flippant attitude and at myself for my inability to express thoughts properly.

"Why did I have to be so much like mom?" I sighed,

"Oh?" he smirked at me from behind his cup, "How so?"

I glared at him, "I know what your doing, old man."

"Do you?"

"Yes, and it's damn annoying." I groaned taking a drink of my own tea. He waited quietly for me to continue talking.

"Why couldn't I be better at, this?" I waved a hand back and forth between us defeated. His damn patience always won out with me, he always got me to talk some how.

"Ah, yes." he smiled, "This is difficult isn't it."

"Dont be smug." I leaned back in my chair heavily,"It doesn't suit you."

"I'm not smug," a small frown appearing on his face, "Communicating is one of the most difficult things for everyone."

I snort roughly, "Ya right, everyone talks so casually and constantly all the time it's… exhausting."

"Talking isn't always the same as communicating." he waves his hand lighting in the air as if dismissing the thought easily.

I raised an eye brow at him confused. "People do a lot of talking without ever truly communicating anything all the time. It's more like white noise really. Busy noise to fill the silence."

"That's stupid." I grunt

He nods at me, "It is."

"Why then," I lean forward rubbing my face hard before looking at him. "Why can't I do it, why is it hard for me?"

He smiled widely at me, "Because whenever you talk you speak from your heart."

I hang my head groaning, "Wow thanks, dad."

He chuckles again, "I mean it, you have always been calculative and you've never wasted anything especially your time. Katsuki, you have excelled at everything you have ever tried..."

I leaned back again looking at he ceiling, "I know I was shit when I was young-"

"I wasn't finished," he said gently making me look at him again. "Katsuki, your drive is unlike anything I have seen in another person, as a new father I wasn't sure how to guide you in your journey.

Me and your mother thought that we should challenge you, funnel your determination into something. To try and give you a healthy outlet for it, but," he shook his head softly with a smile,

"You were just so determined in everything, the more we challenged you, the more confident you became. You over came every obstacle in your path."

I clicked my tongue repeating myself, "I was a little shit."

"Your not the only one to blame for your behavior back then," That surprised me, I hadn't expected him to open up this way. He clearly saw the surprise on my face as he nodded.

"It's a parents job to teach and guide their children, show them what's right and wrong. To an extent your behavior back then was a direct result of our parenting failures, not knowing how to guide you or properly communicate to you."

I blinked at him, "What'r you talking about, you guys talked to me constantly, between mom's yelling and your mumbling this house was never quite."

He nodded again, "Talking isn't always communicating. How many of those conversations do you remember? Like actually remember?"

I tried to think back on my talks with my parents, there was lots of yelling, lots of muttering but for the life of me I couldn't pin down to many heart to hearts.

There had been a few of course, I knew my parents loved me, but I dont think they ever understood me, much like I never seemed to understand them.

I cocked my head thinking and stared at my dad, "You guys have always been confusing to me."

He smirked down at his tea, "And that is my point, the house was always full of chatter but nothing was ever really communicated properly on our end, but we always knew what you were thinking. You always surprised us with saying exactly what was on your mind, made it impossible to know how to responded sometimes. But we never had an issue wondering why you did something or what had lead to your actions. We struggled with how to handle it on our end."

I let out a grunt, "Obviously, why would I hide something I did?"

"Exactly," He smiled widely at me, "Back then your attitude was not in the right place but you have always communicated what you truly thought well. You don't do idol chatter or speak niceties, because they are a waste of time, they accomplish nothing.

You are blunt and forward and you simply speak what you really think…" his smile grew as he leaning forward a bit, "You speak from your heart Katsuki, always have, but now your heart has grown. It's growing more everyday and it is changing how you are communicating."

I blink down at my now empty cup. "That is really cheesy, old man." I smirk at him feeling a odd sense of pride at his words, it felt oddly empowering to hear him praise my character growth, to know he saw the changes I have been working so hard on.

He leaned back and took another sip of his tea sighing, "So what is this really about? Tell me whats got you out here sitting in the dark while your friends are in your room studying."

Looking back down at my cup, I thought about what he just shared, 'talking isn't always communicating, so I should just say whats happening, if anyone could help it would be him.'

I looked back up at the ceiling having a hard time looking at him while I gathered my thoughts, and like always he sat quietly, patiently waiting for me to try and form words.

"What if… what if I don't know what it's saying any more?" I finally grunt out,

"What? Your heart?" he leaned back seeming a bit surprised,

I shrug uncomfortably, "I don't know, I haven't ever talk about this before I thought it would go away. It's stupid, I dont know what to say half the time, it makes me feel unlike myself."

"Well is it about graduation? Or picking an internship?" he rubbed his chin in thought, "Those are pretty big decisions."

I shift in my seat uncomfortably, rolling my shoulders a bit before clearing my throat, "Uh, no… it's nothing like that."

I feel my father's eyes watching me, "Well I haven't seen you fidget in a long while, what is it?" I hear the concern growing in his voice and I feel embarrassment start to heat my face, turning my head I look out the back sliding door into the dark night.

I carefully clear my throat before asking, "How'd you meet mom?"

The silence that follows is heavy and I consider dropping the subject, then immediately get frustrated at myself for trying to avoid it. So I grit my teeth hard and growl out my next question in more of a snarl then a sentence.

"How did it start?"

"Oh well… shit." My father's voice came out hushed, surprising me. He never cursed, like never ever ever.

I looked back at him with a brow raised glare in confusion at his reaction.

"Oh well, your 18 now so I guess I shouldn't be so surprised," he let out a nervous laugh rubbing the back of his neck, "I should be more surprised he haven't had this talk sooner, I guess."

"What the hell?" I snap in my embarrassment, "Why are you getting all weird?"

He raised his hands in surrender smiling awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you just caught me off guard. You never talked about romance before. I honestly never thought you would be interested in anything other then your Hero work."

I growled in annoyance at the whole situation, "Tch, me either."

He had the nerve to laugh at that, before glancing up in thought. "Well when I met your mother we were both working on a large Fashion show project, there were a lot of people involved so it made sense our paths hadn't crossed before. I, of course, noticed her right away. She had a very demanded presence. She was managing some of the models and was barking out orders so loudly it was impossible not to notice her."

I smirked not surprised to hear the old lady hadn't changed much.

"I will admit, she was intimidating, I tried to give her a wide berth as to not have her wrath befall me."

"You were afraid of her?" I asked softly, thinking back to my first interaction with Uraraka. It was our very first assignment where we were paired up in teams of two first year.

That was when I was in the middle of a really bad spiral, when I first saw Deku with his new quirk.

I legit lost my mind after seeing him throw that stupid ball as far as I had with my explosions. So in the combat training where it was me and four-eyes vs him and Uraraka I went completely wild. I was mature enough now to be ashamed of how I had overreacted at my fragile pride being hurt.

But I hadn't been so far gone in my rage that I didn't notice the look on her face when I had attacked them, she had been genuinely terrified of me, before running off to leave Deku and me to our fight.

"Hmmm," my father hummed scratching his chin, "Maybe overwhelmed is a better word."

"What's the difference." I huffed,

He chuckled, "While it is true your mother was a force to be reckoned with before I ever even spoke to her, she was more a startling distraction then anything."

I flinched back roughly, "Keep it PG will ya, old man. I don't need specifics."

"W-what?" he jerked flustered, "That's not what I meant, good lord Katsuki."

He rubbed his face with both hands trying to wipe away his own embarrassment.

"What I meant was, I was so focused on my work at the time, I honestly would only notice her when I would hear her yelling. It would startle me out of my thoughts. Then I would move elsewhere so I could focus better, I know you think you got your determination from your mother but that's actually a gift from my side of the family. Nothing mattered more to me then my work."

I frowned at him, "So if you were avoiding her, how did you end up marrying her?"

He smiled wide, "I caught her eye."

"Hu? That's all it took for you to change your mind?"

"Of course not, the first conversation we had was your mother marching up to me and demanding I go on a date with her. I turned her down out right, not wanting any distractions from my work, but your mother, God bless her, she is very stubborn." He smirked at me, "That you do get from her."

He leaned back in his chair a small smile on his face as he talked about his memories, "She wouldn't leave me alone after that, for days she would appear demanding I date her. It was mildly infuriating if you can believe it."

It was my turn to laugh, "You mad is pretty funny. Though I can't blame you, she is annoying as hell when she gets persistent."

"She said she liked seeing me mad too," he chuckled before continuing on, "It was at the end of that fashion show project, when all my work was supposed to pay off and well, through a wild series of evens all my work got stolen from me.

Every last sketch, piece of fabric and article of clothing. Turns out the apprentice I had took on had gone before me to the judges and claimed all my work, making me look like the copy cat." the wide smile that crossed his face confused me.

"What the hell?" I snapped, "You got all your work stolen from you?"

He nodded still smiling like an idiot.

"I don't get it. Why are you smiling about it? I know how much your work means to you."

"It was because of your mother that I got all my work back and my name was left untarnished."

I blinked in surprise.

"Turns out every time she came to demand I date her she was also keeping tabs on my apprentice, seems she thought he was a creep from the moment she saw him. And in her words, she is very protective of what she decided belongs to her." he laughed out loud at that.

I tapped my finger on the table as I processed the story, "So that was it then the moment you decided to date her?"

He shook his head, "Not quite, thou it was the moment she officially appeared on my radar. She wasn't just some girl pining for my attention, she had taken the things I loved, my dreams and my goals, and protected them. She very nearly lost her job with the way she went about saving mine, she put herself on the line for me. The least I could do was go on one date with her as a way of thanks."

I snorted, "That's pretty cold, wouldn't expect that from you."

He shrugged folding his arms across his wide chest, "I needed more convincing I guess. My work still came first for me. I didn't want anything getting in the way. No matter how pretty."

"This is a long ass story?" I groaned only half meaning it, to be honest it was the first time I had ever talked to my dad about his past and I had never talked to my mom about hers.

I knew their basic crap, but listening to him tell this story, it was coloring them both in new light, I wanted to know more.

He huffed, "Well I can stop if you like."

I growled before standing up, "I'll make more tea."

"Oh decaf for me this time or I wont sleep a wink." he handed me his cup before letting out a sigh and continuing.

"After the Fashion show project ended it was a lot less eventful, we went on our date, which turned into two, then to lunch, and soon what had been me simply paying a colleague back with a thank you meal became two friends spending all their time together."

I restarted the kettle and turned to listen to him talk, seeing his eyes soften as he spoke.

"Before I knew it she became the best part of my day. I looked forward to seeing her, being near her, getting her impute on my designs. But your mother, for all her assertiveness before our first date; once we had it, she stopped asking me out. I became the one doing the asking and I couldn't understand why at the time. She started becoming more important then my work and for a time I struggled with that. Thinking having her around was taking time away from my goals, but it bothered me that she had stopped asking."

The kettle beeped and I poured our cups returning to the table, "She lose interest in you?"

He took his tea gently and shook his head, "I was afraid of that as well. So I decided to ask her. I asked her why she stopped demanding we date." he paused smiling in an odd wistful way. "And you know what she said to me? She said, "Because we are already dating, you idiot."

He laughed loudly, "The whole time I had been afraid dating would take from my work, that it would consume me, that if I allowed her to be in my life I would fail at my dream. But that whole time my work was thriving, I was doing better then ever before.

My deigns were getting more attention and I was being called out for more shows. And all the while she had been dating me. She hadn't hindered any of it, if anything having her support had been crucial to my work in ways I hadn't realized until that moment."

He sighed taking a sip, "So I asked her to marry me right then."

"Wha-? Just like that?" I nearly spilled my drink in surprise, "You changed your mind awful quick, don't ya think?"

He nodded handing me a napkin from the holder in the center of the table, "Just like that. It was like a light had turned on and I saw everything clearly, and I just knew. She was it, she was who I wanted to share my life with."

Silence fell over the kitchen again as he let me sit with my thoughts on the whole story. It was a good story as far as romance went I guess, it sounded so much like them and not like them at the same time.

After a time he cleared his throat, "Sooooo," I looked over at him only to see him clearly trying to contain a goofy grin and I felt heat flood my face, this was going to be the hard part. The inevitable part I had wanted to avoid from the start.

"What's her name?" he finally asked,

I could feel my face burning and I covered my mouth to try and hide it as I shifted in my seat.

Kaminari's words, of all people, came back to me. 'You can't just act like a spoiled toddler whenever someone says something that makes you uncomfortable.'

I closed my eyes and leaned back, "Do you remember the sports festival from first year?"

His silence had me opening my eyes and looking at him which I regretted almost immediately, he was no longer trying to hide his big dumb smile, "It's sweet Uraraka isn't it?"

If at all possible my face burned hotter, "THE HELL?!"

"Oh son," he leaned forward and gently patted my forearm, "I have suspected for a long time, in fact your mother was the one to draw my attention to it."

I fell forward burying my head into my arms on the table, 'how did everyone seem to know? Was I that obviously about it? What if she already knew and never said anything because she wasn't even a little bit interested. Why would she be? I was an asshole and she was….'

"Now, now I can see your hands smoking, don't spiral." my father squeezed my forearm he still held gently. "Tell me what the problem is. She is a lovely girl, I am sure you can work out whatever has happened between you."

"Nothings happened." I grunt lifting my head up, "I haven't done anything."

He chuckles lightly, "Well, if she is upset it may just mean you had a misunderstanding and you don't see that you might have offended her or something."

I squinted at him trying to follow his thinking and failing horribly, "No, old man, I mean nothings happened because she doesn't know I like her."

His face visibly fell, "Oh, oh I see. We are right at the beginning of all this, oh dear."

It was quite for a minute as he seemed to be thinking and I was grateful for the time to beat my embarrassment back into submission.

"Why haven't you told her?" he asked bluntly, "From the few times I have been able to meet her, she seemed like she was comfortable around you and she was so very kind."

Growling louder then I meant to and moved to stand pacing the kitchen to release some of the frustration surging through me. I could feel my hands heating and flexed them to try and calm down.

"That's the problem, she is kind and gentle and selfless. She is good with people and she is able to talk so openly with anyone about the silliest things and I'm…" I stop and look down at my hands letting of small destructive explosions in my anger.

"Your what?" my father asked softly after a time,

"I'm an asshole." my head fell back as I felt the defeat wash over me, 'why was I even talking about this? I already had my answer, Uraraka was all that was good in a Hero, while I was all rough and pain and destruction. She wouldn't ever choose me and she shouldn't, she deserved better then me.'

"I see what is happening." I blinked and turned slowly to look at my father, as he rose to stand in front of me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and smiled.

"You deserve to be happy, Katsuki."

I frowned deeply at him, but he shook his head silencing me.

"It's true you have made mistakes, but you cant punish yourself forever. You have been through so many trials these last few years especially and I know it feels like a lot but I promise you your life has only just begun."

He gave my shoulder a gentle shake making sure I was really listening to him, and I was surprised by the emotion that was balling up in my throat.

"Everyone stumbles in life. Even the great Almight has made mistakes, it's what we learn from them that can make us great. And you are someone who learns from their failures and uses them to grow. You deserve every happiness. So if she is what makes you happy don't shy away from the possibility that she could be apart of your future."

Before I could say anything he captured me in a tight hug, normally I would argue and pull away but I was to caught up in my thoughts to react so I let him hug me as I tried to process everything he said.

'It made sense, everything he said, of course everyone made mistakes, of course everyone failed. It was part of being human after all, so why did it seem like it wasn't acceptable for me? Why couldn't I let go?'

Deku seemed to have been able to forgive me for the shit I had done as kids, the nerd would call us friends without hesitation, and every time he did shame flooded through me.

Almight also seemed to have forgiven me, always having kind and encouraging words to offer to help me improve, but every time I looked into his sunken thin face guilt gnawed at me.

Uraraka her self also seemed to forgive me for our fight in the festival, but whenever she directed her smile at me I saw her falling at my hand, face first into the dirt, burns on her pale skin.

So much to be forgiven for, so much to atone for, and yet I seemed to keep making the same kind of mistakes.'

I let my overly tender dad hug me till he was satisfied and pulled away. "Yes?" he patted my shoulder gently, "You just have to tell her how you really feel, just… speak from your heart."

I blinked at him before giving a single nod. "Thanks."

Seemingly pleased with himself, he turned and put both our cups into the sink. "I'll see you in the morning for our run, yes?"

I sighed and forced myself to smirk at him, "If you can keep up, old man."

He chuckled lightly, "I will do my best." he patted my shoulder a final time as he passed by me toward the hall leading to the stairs, "Good night, Katsuki. Always happy to have you home."

"Night." I grunted back ,watching him retreat down the hallway.

I let out another sigh, before moving to the sink to wash the tea cups and set them on the drying rack.

I felt better, in a way, after talking to my dad. I felt I understood my feelings and my situation better. I had for the first time openly admitted my feeling for Uraraka and at the same time solidified the fact that I wasn't the one for her.

I dried my hands off and decided it was time to head to bed, hopeful that the goon squad had crashed already.

As I approached the door I saw the light was off and breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't in the mood to talk more about my feelings tonight, that conversation with my dad though good, had sucked the life out of me.

I slowly opened the door to my room to find three large heaps of blankets on my floor, the table having been pushed aside and placed on its side to make room.

Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima's massive forms took up nearly the whole floor, though I saw they had made me a bed nearest the door with a suitable amount of room.

I smirked at them, before looking up toward my bed only to see soft yellow black eyes watching me.

Mina's face was being light up by her phone as she stared at me. My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see it was a message from her.

I frowned before looking back at her, she widened her eyes in a demanding way that had me rolling mine before opening her message.

Raccoon eyes: you good?

Me: why wouldn't I be?

Raccoon eyes: don't give me that. Its written all over your face.

I looked up at her and hung my head to the side showing my annoyance, before making a show of silencing my phone.

I put my phone down on the make shift bed they had made me, before toeing off my shoes and removing my shirt. My phone light up again and I sighed plopping onto the floor next to a snoring Kaminari.

A pillow hit my face making me sit up and face Mina with a fierce glare, "The hell?" I mouthed quietly, it was as much for my benefit that the other morons beside me stayed asleep as it was theirs. If they woke up they would undoubtedly want to talk and Mina was about all I could take at the moment.

Mina kept her face firm as she pointed to her phone and I growled low in my throat before grabbing my cell and opening her message.

Raccoon eyes: I'm here for you. After all you did for me and my family. Just say the word and I am there 3

The message caught me off guard. I stared at it for so long I must have made her uncomfortable, because she sent another one.

Raccoon eyes: Don't look so surprised, dope. We love you, we all are here to help.

I could feel her eyes on my back and I turned slightly over my shoulder to see her face, she had her long braids pilled on her head nearly hiding her horns that had grown longer over the years, she cocked her head at me and smiled before winking and blowing me a playful kiss.

Successfully braking up the tension I was starting to feel from a too deep conversation. God love her, for being able to tell I was feeling to exposed. I smirked at her and turned throwing the pillow back at her.

"Go to sleep, menace." I whispered at her.

Her soft giggle met my ears as she caught the pillow putting a finger to her lips, as if I was the one being loud. I shook my head before laying back down pushing Kaminari's arm out of my way.

The room stilled and I was left with the sounds of three large dudes snoring and my own thoughts.

Landing back on my previous wave length, all I had learned tonight about Deku and Uraraka, my parents and my own feelings.

The one thing that was clear to me was,

I still had a long way to go.