A/N: LISTEN I KNOW I SAID NO CHAPTER TODAY BUT LOOK. LISTEN.

My friend has been working on her own fanfic for her MHA OC, and it's being published today! Please go read it on her Wattpad account! Her account name is RainbowRose_Arts and I'll link it in this chapter's art. I'm helping her edit it and she's putting a lot of work into it ^^

Anyways since I did end up posting today that means no chapter Friday, so I can still stay ahead.

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Hitomi stared at Bakugou from the doorway before her face suddenly flushed. "Huh?!"

Bakugou scowled, resting his head on his hand. "You wanted help, didn't you? So are you just gonna stand there like an idiot or come inside?"

Hitomi blinked at him for a solid three seconds before tentatively stepping through the doorway, her eyes drifting around the room as she closed the door.

It was surprisingly neat, books and school supplies organized on his desk, with some All Might posters taped on the wall. There wasn't nearly as many as Midoriya's room had, but Hitomi smiled at the fact Bakugou was just as much a fan of the former No. 1 hero as her other friend was.

"Are you done staring at my room yet?"

Hitomi spluttered, immediately plopping down on the floor at the table. "...Sorry." She felt stiff, as if this was somewhere she shouldn't be.

Bakugou dropped their class History textbook onto the table, the loud slam startling Hitomi a little bit. She watched as he flipped through it, stopping at the latest chapter they were studying.

"Uh-! You don't have to get that!" Hitomi stuttered, pulling her workbook back to her. "I just wanted your help with one question…"

"I already said, a lot of your answers from today's homework is wrong. Plus, it's a chance for me to know what I missed before Deku does," he growled.

"Oh…" Hitomi sweatdropped. She scratched her cheek, looking away. Her chest had that fluttery feeling again, and she didn't understand why. Well, she had felt something odd earlier about the idea of being alone in his room with him, but she couldn't figure out why she was feeling that.

It's probably something stupid, anyway.

"So what did we want Manchuria for?" Bakugou asked, staring at her.

"Uh…" Hitomi tapped her chin, thinking. She suddenly groaned, flopping down onto the floor. "I don't know. Why does history have to be so hard?!"

"You're not gonna get it if you keep complaining."

"But it's so hard!" Hitomi whined. "It fries my brain."

"Simple facts about history fry your brain but precalc problems don't?" Bakugou asked, raising a brow.

Hitomi glared at him from the floor. "That's different. Precalculus has set equations that can work you toward the answer. History has so many events and dates to memorize that remembering them overwhelms me."

Bakugou sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, well think about it. It was important enough that we went to war with Russia over it. What could Manchuria have that both countries wanted?"

Hitomi stared at the ceiling, trying to think. "Resources…?"

Bakugou grunted, nodding.

"Oh, wait, really?!" Hitomi smiled, sitting up and clasping her hands together. "I got it right?"

"I don't get why you're so happy about that."

Hitomi stopped, her cheeks flushing. "Ah… it's just, I've always struggled with history, even back in America…"

She fiddled with her shirt, looking away. "To get it right for once just makes me happy, I guess, even if it's over something so small."

She glanced back at her workbook, staring at the answers Bakugou had said were wrong. "I should probably be fixing those, huh…?"

Bakugou got up from the table, walking over to his desk and grabbing a pencil and eraser and handing them to her.

"Oh… thanks."

She erased her answers, writing in the new ones Bakugou had helped her come up with.

"You're left-handed?"

Bakugou's question caught her off guard, halting her writing.

"Huh?" She glanced at the pencil in her hand before looking back at the blonde. "Oh, yeah, I am. You never noticed before?"

Bakugou scowled. "The other idiots were always distracting me."

Hitomi laughed, before returning to her writing as Bakugou watched her, humming to herself. It was a simple tune, one Bakugou recognized was from an anime that was getting popular recently.

Hitomi read over her answers one more time before she closed her workbook shut, giving Bakugou a soft smile as she rose from the table.

"Thanks so much for helping me, Bakugou! For once I feel confident about my answers."

Bakugou's eyes widened before he suddenly looked away, muttering, "Yeah, whatever."

Hitomi smiled at him one last time before she left, leaving Bakugou alone with his thoughts.

He covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders tensing up.

...Her voice was really cute.

Hitomi was not in a good mood the next morning. She had a pounding headache, she felt hot but cold at the same time, and her nose would not. Stop. Running.

But she was not going to miss class, especially after seeing how determined Midoriya was to catch up on the three days of class he missed.

"Now that Midoriya's back," Aizawa started, "we can talk about the work studies I mentioned the other day." He glanced at the door, saying, "Come in."

The door slid open, three students Hitomi suspected were upperclassmen walking in as Aizawa continued.

"We'll have people who experienced it firsthand tell you about the internships. Listen carefully.

They're three third-years at UA, who stand at the top of all UA students—

The Big Three."

Hitomi stared at the three students before laying her head on top of her desk, listening to her classmates talk amongst themselves about the three third-years.

"Okay, can you please introduce yourselves briefly?" she heard Aizawa ask.

She heard the class fall silent for a full minute while her head was on her desk, before she heard Ojiro's voice pipe up from the front.

"Um, you are the top of UA's hero course, right?"

Hitomi looked back at the front of the classroom to see one of the third-years (the one she noted was slouching earlier) facing the wall, trembling as the girl said he had the "heart of the flea."

"This is the flea, Tamaki Amajiki," the girl introduced, turning to face the class. "I'm Nejire Hado. We were asked to talk to you guys about work studies."

She trailed off, before suddenly breaking into a tangent, asking various classmates random things about themselves.

From her seat Hitomi could see Aizawa getting irritated, to which the last third-year, the blonde one, Hitomi noted, turned to face the class.

"The journey ahead—?!" he suddenly yelled. The class fell silent, right as Hitomi sneezed.

"That's where you say: '—will be full of difficulties!'" the third year continued. "Alright, you all utterly fail at getting the point of conversation!"

The class began muttering amongst themselves over the Big Three's apparent weirdness, and Hitomi's nose wouldn't stop running. She kept sniffling, enough so that Todoroki gave her his handkerchief again before the third-year continued his speech.

"Well, I can see from your faces you have no clue what's going on," he said. "The explanation of the internships, which aren't even a requirement, has been left to these third-year students who just appeared all of a sudden. I get it, it doesn't make much sense, right?"

A glint suddenly appeared in his eye. "You acquired your provisional licenses as first-years, am I right? This year's first-years are really energetic, aren't they…? Well, since it seems like my intro fell flat, how would you all like to team up…

And fight against me?!"

Hitomi was feeling lightheaded as the class stood with the third-years in their gym clothes in Gym Gamma, just barely catching what everyone was saying. From what she'd heard, she garnered the blonde third-year's name was Mirio Togata.

"Feel free to come at me wherever and whenever you want! So who's up first?" the third-year said.

…

Hitomi didn't even try fighting him.

She was too dizzy, it taking everything she had just to keep herself from falling over.

All the attacks her classmates threw at Mirio passed right through him, the young man falling through the ground and popping up in different places as if he was warping.

Right as Mirio appeared in front of her, she just barely had enough strength to muster up a force field. His arm passed right through it before she could react, punching her so hard in the stomach she wanted to puke.

She wasn't the only one who fell to the ground, clutching her stomach in pain. Mirio had gotten every single member of the class, taking them down effortlessly.

He was unbelievably strong.

…

Hitomi had to keep herself from coughing as Mirio gave his speech to the class, not wanting to interrupt his words of inspiration.

The world looked as if it was spinning, the sounds getting muffled as Hitomi's vision blurred. Right as Mirio finished up his speech, Hitomi collapsed on Kirishima, damn near almost fainting.

"Hitomi?!"

She was sweating a lot, her face flushed a deep red. Kirishima felt her forehead, recoiling at the heat.

"Oh my god, you're burning up!"

"Is she okay?!"

"No… I think she has a fever!"

"Kirishima," Aizawa said. "Get her to the infirmary."

A/N: ufufufufufu...

You know what this means?

SICK FIC!

On the other hand though, Hitomi needs to take better care of herself :/ She has a higher tolerance to heat than most people because of her quirk, so the rise in her body temperature wouldn't bother her that much, but she should've stopped when she felt her headache. smh Hitomi, smh 😔