yes hi hello, so couple things

1. i canceled the 29 days of ships because i read a post that completely demoralized me from continuing it. its funny because originally, i laughed at that post and then the late thoughts kicked in and totally ruined it for me so you know. im just going to upload a few fics this week and then yeet everything out.

2. THE MOST IMPORTANT: SO! I started this fic a while back actually, maybe early 2019? and I kept visiting it and such but I never fully finished any part of it. I know exactly how to write this fic and I know the direction that I want to go with it. What I tagged doesn't begin to cover the scope of what I planned with it. That being said, ch 1 and ch 2 are pretty much done. im going to post these two chapters to just get them into my portfolio but i have no plan to continue them as of now. HOWEVER, if any of you want me to continue it, please let me know and i will. if no one does then like,,,what's the point. i wont continue something that no one really wants. im posting ch 1 today and then ch2 on friday and it will be considered "finished" unless said otherwise.

Ochako

Ochako felt as if her lungs were constricting into a knot that suffocated all the air. Her heart beat against her chest in heavy beats and for a second, she wondered if she was actually alive. Never did she expect to get to this point. Nor did she actually want to get to this point.

"Well? Are you going to fucking say something?" Katsuki asked out, snapping her out of her mindset for a second. There was that little crease right next to his eyebrow that indicated anger with tints of frustration embedded in. She knew that look all too well; it was one that was given when he tried to confess to her the first time. How easy would life be if it was made by predictable signals that had clear meanings behind it?

Probably really easy. But unfortunately, that's not what life is.

Ochako slowly disintegrated into his posture. She could see the way he shifted on each leg, boring into her eyes and then immediately taking them off. His top teeth gnawed ever so slightly on his bottom lip and his fists balled into the pockets of the over sized jacket he was wearing. Had it been any other time, she would have giggled and teased him on how shy he was being. Too bad that it wasn't any other time.

"Hello? Are you suddenly turning mute? It's cold as shit out here and we're going to be late for our dinner appointment if we don't hurry-"

"I'm breaking up with you."

Silence.

"...huh?"

Momo

With each step she took forward, she would take 3 steps back. With each surge of determination that crossed her mind, a wave of doubt pushed it back and made her second guess her decision. Momo knew that this was stupid and immature and that she should leave it alone. It wasn't as if it wasn't going to change anything. It wasn't as if Shouto was suddenly going to go to his father and call off a wedding that had been in the works for years now, let alone make her the reason.

And yet, the logical part of her brain wouldn't align with her emotions. Rather, it was a never ending war that made her pace around like a stranger that one would want to stay away from.

Despite Momo knowing that wanting to go to Shouto's was nonsensical, she knew that the regret would consume her and eat up every last inch of her thought process. It was strange to say but she had grown to love Shouto and knowing that he would be off without hearing her feelings just threw Momo off. It would be as if she was lying to him this past year and using him for her own selfish gain. It was kinda silly to think about it like that, especially since they never dated but it paralleled mechanics of cheating and Momo wasn't one to be dishonest.

"C'mon, c'mon," internalized Momo as she continued to walk forward and then turn to take a step back and then turning back to continue walking forward. This was important. This was something she needed to do. So why was she struggling so much with it?

Eventually, she kept moving and moving and moving until the staircase to Shouto's apartment reached the tips of her toes. This was it, the moment of truth. Carefully, Momo raised one foot to the first step, then she raised the next one to the step higher. It continued until she somehow reached the doormat that laid comfortably in front of his door. A 315 was nailed on the side of the freshly polished door that was bare with only the glimmer of the lights radiating off of it. Unlike the neighbors, Momo couldn't hear anything through the cracks, a positive sign since Shouto wasn't the type to produce noise on his own. He was kind and considerate, understanding of all situations and doing his best to make sure that everyone was as comfortable as they could be and it was so hard not to love-

Ok, she really needed to stop that.

Breathe in, then breathe out. Momo used the currents of the air to control the race of her constricted lungs. It hurt and burned with each breath she inhaled but the pain at least distracted her. At least for a small bit.

With one last stretch, Momo finally knocked on the door.

At first, she couldn't hear anything. Everything was silent with not even the sounds of footsteps being heard. She knocked again. Again silence. Her hand raised once more, ready to move when the door opened.

"Hello?"

Now, in a perfect world, Shouto would be the one behind door, peering over her while she breathed heavily and rushed into his arms. It would have ended in confessions, reddening blushes, and possible shared kisses.

However, this wasn't a perfect world. Far from that. Because looking back at her weren't the hetero chromatic eyes she fell into. They were large, brown ones that belonged to a female. Of course, it could have been a mistake, a misjudgment of numbers.

"Momo?"

But that wasn't the case. Because then, her eyes met with Shouto's, standing a bit away from the woman.

—

Jirou

If Kyouka could slap anyone at this current moment, it would be Denki. Hands down, no hesitation.

"Jesus Kyouka, are you on your period or something? Why are you being so pissy?"

Actually, scratch that. Slapping would be way too nice. He needed a well deserved kick in the balls.

"God, Denki. You're so fucking stupid!"

"Then why are you pushing me away?! I thought you liked this!"

From an outsider, it might have seen and heard to be the makings of stolen kisses that created markings of jealousy and rough emotions. Two star crossed lovers that were destined to go through pain before rekindling with love.

Well, maybe reality could be seen that way if you changed enough of it to include a strictly sexual relationship that turned the girl madly love with the electrifying idiot who probably was drenched in enough memes to notice anything else that wasn't hit across his face.

Denki was a fucking dense mess.

"That isn't it, Denki! God, you're so….URGH!" Kyoka groaned out, her hands clenching in and out while also opening up to fidget in her hair. And it was strange because normally, she'd look dead straight on but this time, her eyes focused in on everything but his own.

Oh god, maybe she's the bigger mess.

"Me? You're the one who's not saying anything, who just pushed me away and isn't talking to me!" Denki screamed back, his head swerving around to chase after her hidden eyes. "The hell is going on?"

"Nothing! God, it's fucking nothing!"

"What do you mean it's fucking nothing!? You came here to have sex and seem into it and then all of a sudden you have a change of heart! What the hell is going on?"

What the hell was going on? What really was going on? Did Kyoka know?

Scratch that she did know. She did know extremely well but was she going to admit it out loud? Find out as the next scene unfolds.

"Maybe if you actually looked beyond your stupidness and read the mood, you'd be able to figure it out!"

"Well fuck me, Kyoka! Both literally and figuratively! Maybe if you actually weren't stuck in your bubble thinking people were mind readers, maybe things would be much easier!"

"Oh come on! Does it ever occur to you that I love you and that I'm tired of all this!?"

Bingo.

"You love me?"

Oh shit.

—

Tsuyu

The only sound that could be heard were the pools in the lake as small aquatic animals looked up in the air and gasped for oxygen. Some wind blew between them but nothing could shatter the silence.

Although, could it really be considered silence when the girl is waiting patiently for her stuttering partner to come up with a tangible phrase? Possibly. Sometimes red cheeks are enough of a spoken language. Actually, it spoke more than just words but Tsuyu wanted to see if words would actually come out.

"So….um…..tonight was nice….." Izuku whispered out, his eye contact focusing on everything but on Tsuyu.

"Yes, it was. I had fun," Tsuyu returned back, hoping that he would be encouraged to say more.

A goofy grin came with a head rub. "It sure was. That movie was really good and the food was amazing and the way you just smiled at everything made me really happy too and to be honest I was having a pretty rough morning with everything going on in the office so everything just worked out super well and it was really nice and amazing and-"

"Midoriya, you're muttering to yourself again."

"Oh, right, sorry about that."

Tsuyu gave a small giggle. "Don't worry, it's ok," she reassured him. It was odd, in the beginning, she had found that trait somewhat bothersome and pointed it out to have him stop. But now, it was kinda cute. More than just cute, it gave her butterflies in her stomach and made her sink into him even more.

"Ah, I know you always say that but I've been trying to stop it and I did it again. It's just….you...you have an effect on me, Asui," Izuku spoke again, words mumbling together once more in an incoherent fashion that only Tsuyu knew. "I don't know how best to describe it but…."

"Is it love?"

"Huh?"

"I said, is the feeling love?"

Seconds that felt like minutes passed between them as the silence grew tremendously around them. Izuku's face went from shock to being like an entire pepper and his mouth couldn't form anything except the giant O that stayed plastered on there instead of agreeing with her statement. The only sound that he managed to do were similar sounding symbols that made no sense in any way.

And Tsuyu could only help but giggle at this. Strange how that word can shape everything that was once known into something else completely different. Tsuyu could understand the nervousness he had. After all, things could go 180 more quickly than imagined and it was normal to be apprehensive to change that, especially if something was going good.

Too bad Tsuyu was the complete opposite. Inhibition didn't reach her vocabulary.

"Midoriya ...if you do feel that way, it's ok. Because….I love you."

BOOM.

——

Mei

She was tired, oh so tired.

Which would be understandable for any normal girl that was on the path of getting married soon. Marriage was stressful and tiresome, especially for the bride so this would have been a normal occurrence.

Except that Mei wasn't a normal girl, not in the slightest. Throughout high school and college, most of her peers would throw themselves at any chance to sleep and get away from their responsibilities for just a moment. But not her. Mei's face would show up in any dictionary definition of energetic and hyper. Her muscles never stopped and her brain kept going in circles and more circles with ideas that had to be done in that very second or else she was going to die a horrible and painful death of creativity. The only reason why she had to go to sleep one time in the middle of a project was because she had been up for days (read as 8 days) straight and her body didn't know how to handle copious amounts of caffeine and a hard head that just wanted to work constantly. So she passed out. But for the most part, tiredness and her weren't synonymous.

Until now.

Mei was done with just everything. At first, everything seemed to go well and fine and fantastic but now, it wasn't. The idea of marrying a man who would be her test subject was fantastic at first but now, with everything turning upside down, it just seemed like a whole pile of utter and complete shit.

She wouldn't admit this out loud but she was at a point where she didn't want to get married anymore. Almost. Very close.

"I'm so….tired," Mei finally spoke out, her golden eyes avoiding Tenya's bright red ones. Hands crawled all over her face and sliding through her dreads. Her lips quivered and her arms shook in anxiety and stress. Mei could feel her body breaking down. It was all coming to a stop.

Mei couldn't hear Tenya. At least, if he was speaking, she couldn't hear him. She couldn't hear the soft, soothing sound she had grown accustomed to over the months, calming her down whenever a new obstacle came in and tried to knock her down. All she could listen to were the gears in her mind grinding against each other, screaming at the pain to stop.

Only when she felt cushioned by clothed skin did the world stop for a moment. Tenya's heart came with a steady rhythm. For a moment, all the stress washed away into yesterday's worries and only her and Tenya existed into a realm of love and fantasy.

But with every fantasy comes the wretched apple of Adam and Eve.

"I can't take this anymore. I'm so tired. I just want it to end…." Mei whispered into Tenya's shoulders, burrowing in as deep as she could. His scent flared in her nostrils. And then her eyes started to sting. And sting even more. And sting to the point where it felt like having needles being poked in the middle of her sockets. Her eyes turned glossy until a single tear slipped down her cheek.

With one drop, the rest started to fall. Cries bubbled out that turned to heavily amassed wails. If it wasn't for the fact that Mei was scrunched up in his shoulder, it would have blistered ear drums. Each emotion that built up the past few weeks burst through in this one moment and Mei didn't know how to stop. She kept going and going, gripping harshly against Tenya's shirt while he patted comforts.

Eventually, the cries lowered down to small whimpers with only her lips trembling.

And then….

"Should we call off the engagement?"

—

Mina

What an unfitting day.

The sun rose in the sky, with clouds puffed around. Wind brushed through her dyed curls, whipping across her face. She should have been in the city, smiling with friends and good company, spending all the last remaining change that lined her bank account.

Instead, in a black dress, Mina was out on a graveyard with flowers weighing heavily in her arms. Her shoes pressed forward on the concrete, melancholy echoing in each step. With every movement, all Mina wanted to do was run back, purge her memory of that day, and move on. But she couldn't do that. Reality was a bitch. Every good piece always had a bad piece following after it. That was life and that's what she had to deal with.

Her eyes scanned across the stones until she came to the familiar name.

Shinsou Hitoshi.

"Hi, baby," Mina whispered, kneeling down to place the flowers delicately by his shrine. "I hope you're doing ok. I miss you." Drops of tears slid down her pink cheeks with little hiccups coming from her throat. She tried to place her hands together for a prayer but it was too painful. It hurt too bad.

"I miss you so much."