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Ochako was not a dumb girl.
She was not naive.
She was not petty.
And she wasn't one to run away from her problems.
But when Deku had refused to tell her what was wrong. When he essentially told her, to her face, that he did not trust her. That he didn't want her help. That he didn't need her help. She seemed to lose all sense of logic. All sense of feeling, her brain just, shut down. The brown-haired girl honestly could not remember how she had gotten back to her room. All she knew, was one moment Deku was apologizing for not being able to explain his problems, and the next she was balling into her pillow. The worst was she hadn't even known why. Why did she feel so betrayed? She shouldn't be feeling this bad.
Deku had a right to keep his own secrets. There was no obligation to tell her his business. He didn't have to explain himself. Hell, he probably couldn't explain himself, it might have been too hard for him. Or maybe he had other reasons - but why did it hurt so bad when he said he couldn't tell her?
Part of her knew that she was acting naive, dumb, petty. She was being idiotic. She was being stupid and letting her awkward emotions control her. She shouldn't be crying over something so trivial, so light.
But another part of her, her heart. It felt like she had been stabbed. Like she had opened herself up to a closed barrier.
He didn't want you
She had cried into his chest for hours, she told him everything, she was right there when he broke down. All she wanted to do was help him, that's all. She just wanted to help him get past his stress and anxiety. Like he had done for her.
But he told her no.
He told her that she couldn't know. The words that had kept her crying to two and a half days -
"I can't, I'm sorry."
- She felt like an idiot. Maybe she had misread their friendship? Maybe she was acting like a child, like a little girl who got told no. But Ochako didn't care. She felt like crap. Like she had fabricated this bond that the two of them shared.
Her mind seemed to put together the metaphorical pieces of the puzzle. What Bakugo had said about Deku's, 'thing with all Might' She knew that it had something to do with all of this.
But that meant he trusted Bakugo more than her.
The same Bakugo that bullied him his entire life.
The same Bakugo that tormented him as a child.
The same Bakugo that told him to kill himself.
Did he trust him more than her?
Ochako scolded herself, what was she thinking? Those two had known each other their entire lives, no matter how toxic of a relationship it was, it was probably more meaningful than her and Deku's. Not to mention the conversation she had overheard. It seemed that Bakugou truly regretted how he treated Deku over the years, and who is she to judge Deku on his decisions anyway? It's not like she was him, and it's not like she knew everything about their relationship anyway.
To be honest, she already hadn't been feeling good. With it being that time of the month, even with her usual logical stance on things, her judgment was admittedly a little frayed. Her cramps were almost unbearable this time around, that combined with Deku suddenly not trusting her, well, Ochako's next few days of class were not the best.
Avoiding him was one thing. But avoiding him even when he had actively searched him out was another. But she just, couldn't face him. Not with how she was feeling, not with her mind screaming at her that she messed things up and that he didn't want her to be involved in his personal life.
She just, wished she could help him the way he needed help
It was now Wednesday morning, and Ochako had woken up early in order to avoid the one and only Izuku Midoriya. She simply waited the hour that it would take for the rest of her classmates to show up, choosing to try and nap a little in her arms, having no better way to pass the time. Speaking of time, she chose the correct one to have a "fight" with one of her best friends. As he and Bakugo had explained to the class, he was on house arrest until today, with Bakugou returning tomorrow, Thursday.
Fight. She wondered if this could be considered a fight. In truth, the two hadn't said any hurtful words towards each other, at least not on purpose. But Ochako could tell that there was an obvious change of atmosphere between the two. They hadn't said a single word to each other since that night. He had tried, the morning after. Mina saw him outside of Ochako's room, but the brown-haired girl had already gone on her morning run. Mina, being Mina, had let him know of this. So of course, he had tried to find her all day. Ochako had Mina send Deku essentially on a wild goose chase. She just couldn't face him, she was admittedly afraid. Unsure of how she would react, unsure of how he would react, just... unsure.
She admired Deku so much. She still had a crush on him, no matter how much she was able to shove those feelings deep inside of her. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't completely go away - she wasn't sure if they ever would. Her feelings were definitely not helping in this entire situation, however. She had to work double-time to suppress them, and that toppled with her conflicting anger and love for the boy. It all flat out confused her.
Realizing that her attempt at napping was not working out, Ochako opened her eyes and peered upwards in the class. She was almost shocked out of her seat when her pupils fixated on a green-haired boy sitting at his desk.
Had he come in here when she was trying to sleep? Why hadn't he made any noise? Was he too scared to talk to her or something? A part of her was wondering if he was going through what she was going through. That fear of worsening an already bad situation between them. Looking a little closer, Ochako's face shifted to a worried expression. Deku's eyes looked so dark, it could very well be mistaken for makeup. He must not have gotten any sleep last night. His head rested in one of his hands, possibly to stop the pain of a headache or migraine. The boy's teeth were clenched so tightly, Ochako feared they would break from the pressure. Needless to say, Deku looked terrible.
Ochako immediately began to worry out of her mind. She hadn't even thought of the possibility that her childish behavior could be giving him more stress and anxiety. He was probably having panic attacks over her now. Ugh! How could she be such an idiot? She had to start realizing her actions affected others, he was having his own issues and her acting like a brat and avoiding him was not helping at all.
Ochako felt like she would be having a panic attack soon. How could she be this idiotic? Was he ok? He looked so hurt. Did he have a migraine? His face was pale, almost like he was about to throw up. She can't believe she had let her own awkward feelings stop her from helping him. He needed help, it was so obvious, he needed help that he wasn't getting.
Before she could express her concerns out loud however, the rest of Class 1-A began filing into homeroom. Most of the class greeting Midoriya with glee, welcoming him back to school. The good news was that he seemed to perk up slightly. He had stopped holding his head, and his teeth were no longer touching. But it was obvious to her, all of this was forced. It probably didn't help that the class had been giving them looks - she couldn't blame them. They went from talking daily to not talking for a week straight. It probably was obvious something was up.
Class after class, Uraraka tried her hardest to just talk to Midoriya. But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to face him, not after she had been acting like such an idiot these past few days. She knew that she had to talk to him, but after each class ended, she simply rushed off to the next one.
It was now lunchtime, and as the class filed into the cafeteria, Uraraka stood by the entrance. She had to speak to him, no matter what. So she forced herself to stand by the entrance, so there was no way he could miss her.
The cramping made her queasy, and eating was probably the last thing she felt like doing at the moment. So all she could do was wait, wait for him to run into her. But soon five minutes passed, then ten, and now almost half the lunch period was over and there was no sign of her green-haired friend anywhere. She was genuinely worried, where else could he have gone?
Full of defeat, Uraraka turned around and walked into the cafeteria. She sat down beside Tsu, Mina, and Yaomomo. All three looked at her apprehensively. Being slightly closer to Ochako then the other two, Tsu spoke up first. "Ochako, are you alright? We have all noticed you've been looking down lately, kero."
"Ya hun, you haven't spoken to Midoriya like all week, and you made me send him all over campus just to keep him away from you. We know somethings wrong, does it have something to do with Midoriya? Or is it something else?" Mina asked carefully. The last thing the pink girl wanted was to touch on something that could make Ochako flip. It just wasn't like the girl to be this down.
"Speaking of Midoriya, he looked pretty terrible today as well. Just before this period, he went to the nurse, apparently, he had a horrendous migraine." Yaoyoruzu added, sharing the same uneasy look like the rest of the girls.
'Well, that explained where Deku was.' But at least
The girls were patient, waiting silently for Ochako to respond to their questioning. She honestly did not have the patience for this, all she wanted to do was talk to Deku. She needed to apologize, and she needed to try and help him more. If he had really gone to recovery girl, he must be worse than she thought. Maybe she should tell All Might, or Recovery Girl, or Mr. Aizawa.
"U-Um...well. Me and Deku, we sort of, had a fight," Ochako paused to figure out how to word her explanation, although it was hard to stay on track with the looks of utter shock on the girl's faces, "r-really it was me just acting childish. I think I've been emotional lately, and he didn't really even say anything bad. I just took something he said the wrong way, and I'm sure he took me not talking to him pretty harshly."
Tsu placed her hand on Ochako's shoulder, "I think you just need to talk to him kero. This whole thing seems like a misunderstanding." Mina and Yaoyoruzu nodded in agreement.
If only they knew
"Ya, I know. I've been trying to all day but I just...can't for some reason."
Izuku opened his eyes. It took him around three seconds to realize he was still in Recovery Girls office, and it looked like he had been sleeping on the small cot that laid in the back of the room. Absentmindedly yawning and rubbing his eyes, Izuku thought back to earlier in the day. He had come to Recovery Girls office just before lunch, his headache was just unbearable.
She had given him some type of pill and then told him to lay down. The pain had been excruciating, so he could hardly remember what she was talking about right beforehand. But now, it seemed like his head had cleared up almost completely. Swinging his legs onto the floor, Izuku realized how wrong he was.
Almost breaking the skin of his bottom lip, Izuku made a mental note that his head was still EXTREMELY sensitive. No more sudden movements.
"Don't worry, it's normal. You had a pretty nasty cephalgia, or migraine as you might call it," Recovery girl spoke handing the boy a glass of water and another pill, "take this. You were asleep for the back half of the school day. I would send you back to class but there are only fifteen minutes until classes end and your in no condition to be doing physical training."
Taking the pill, and swallowing 2/3 of the water, Izuku took a deep breath. He really had slept a long time. Well, at least he didn't miss the classes that assigned physical work.
"You are not getting enough sleep Midoriya. I'm not sure what the problem is, but I'm going to prescribe you these sleeping pills. Take two before you go to bed and you shouldn't have any more trouble falling asleep, or staying asleep if that's the case." Recovery girl handed him a small pill bottle and walked off to her desk. She reached into a small closet that sat behind her computer and pulled out what looked to be a heating pad. "A chiropractor who practices a few minutes away from the school was in to check on another student earlier. She took a look at your back, apparently, you had contusions all along your spine and mainly up around your neck and shoulders. She was able to fix most of it, and she said that had been the source of your migraine. She also mentioned that the contusions were there in the first place because of continuous stress on the body."
Izuku immediately thought back to his five panic attacks. It made sense, putting his mind and body under that much stress, in that short of a time span, no wonder he had been so messed up with the "contusions" as Recovery girl called them.
"Well, I've been having these panic attacks... over the last couple of days. It might have something to do with that." Izuku choked out, trying not to think to hard about them. To be honest, Izuku didn't feel like thinking about any of that right now, but he knew he should at least be honest with Recovery Girl.
The old lady stared into Midoriya's eyes, a look of worry mixed with pity could be seen. She took a deep breath and walked back towards the boy.
"I am not a therapist, so I am not the right person to try and help you with this situation. The closest therapist to U.A. is a few hours away, and to be truthful, he is not the best. I think you should talk to All Might. I am not sure if this has anything to do with One for All, or if it's something completely different. But you two share a bond, and I think he would be able to help you."
Midoriya thought hard on what Recovery Girl had said. His mother had suggested the same thing to him. Maybe talking to All Might was the right move, he was probably the closest thing to a 'father' that Izuku had. And his attacks originated with his fear of not being worthy of One for All. Maybe All Might could help get him over that fear. He wasn't quite sure if All Might could help him with Uraraka, but who knows. Maybe All Might was secretly a woman's expert.
"I think talking to All Might is a good solution. I haven't seen him in a few days since I was on house arrest, do you know where he is?"
"Oh Toshinori is teaching a class right now, I'll tell him to stop by your dorm later, so don't worry. For now, though, take this heating pad. It's electric, and the batteries are fully charged. The chiropractor suggested you wear it on your left shoulder. I would usually drive you back to the dorms myself, but I think walking a little will help get your blood flowing, so just take it very easy." Recovery girl explained, handing him the heating pad and helping him stand up.
"T-Thank you, Recovery Girl. I know I'm in here a lot, but I really appreciate all that you've done to help me." Midoriya assured, sending a warm smile towards the helpful lady.
"Don't mention it, kid, it's my job. Now hurry on, and don't forget to take it easy!"