Aspiring heroes though they may be, Class 1-A still consisted primarily of teenagers living in the internet age. This left it unsurprising that many members of the group had rather prolific social media accounts.

Given the somewhat troubling state of the superhero community at the time, it was to be expected that there was an unspoken rule about not posting anything too relevant to training or the school curriculum. However, showcasing their off-time was actually somewhat encouraged, letting the public at large know that these children were still living normal lives.

But none of that mattered to Uraraka at this moment, now that this image was on her dashboard.

Aoyama, at a newly opened french cafe, with Midoriya.

It had caught her off-guard. Midoriya was a social presence online, yes, but it was mostly sharing images and videos he had found. There were very few images of him. Aoyama, as to be expected, was the polar opposite, posting a new selfie near everyday. Uraraka had been convinced she had her finger properly on the pulse of the goings-on of her classmates. She had noticed that Aoyama and Midoriya had developed a rapport of late, but hadn't realized it had reached this degree.

Now, Midoriya making friends was normally not an issue. She was usually quite happy for him. But Aoyama was unique in Uraraka's eyes. Because... he knew.

"Could it be... that you like him?"

Somehow he had put it together before she herself had realized it. And apparently her crush and the only person who could expose the truth with any degree of accuracy were on well-enough terms with one another to have one-on-one excursions together.

This must be dealt with.

Fortunately, as she ventured into the dorm's common area, she was able to locate Aoyama by himself. She cleared her throat to get his attention.

"Eh?" he intoned, turning to face the source of the noise. "Ah! Uraraka, always a pleasure."

He was almost as skeevy as Mineta, just without anything to indicate he'd act on it. "Aoyama, hi. So... I saw your new photo."

"Ah, oui, oui! The cafe was actually somewhat disappointing, I'm afraid. Shame. I had such high hopes..."

"Sorry to hear that," she replied, somewhat curtly, "But I couldn't help but notice-"

"Midoriya?"

A quick gulp lead into, "Y-yeah. Him."

"You were unaware that he and I had begun to bond, am I right?"

"Kinda caught me off-guard," she acknowledged, "So I was just wondering..."

Aoyama cut her off, "Monsieur Midoriya does not know."

"Oh, thank God."

Aoyama chuckled. "I've no intention of telling him. Though, if I may?"

"Hmm?"

"You really should tell him yourself, Mademoiselle."

A blush overtook the brunette. "I can't! We need to focus on becoming heroes, distracting him from that would be selfish of me."

"To each their own," Aoyama accepted, walking off, "A shame, though. He definitely likes you."

"What?!"

Uraraka's exclamation soon fell on deaf ears, as the blonde had left earshot. As Aoyama returned to his room to resume preparing for the day, he was interrupted by the sound of a notification on his phone.

As the screen flared to life, he read it under his breath.

Ochako Uraraka liked your post!

"Ah, amour."