Katsuki felt… Off as he walked back the way he came.

He'd followed this way, because he, just like Todoroki just ahead of him, had figured Deku had been walking this way.

He honestly wasn't quite sure what he wanted to say to Deku… Whether he wanted to talk, challenge her or… But whatever it was, he wasn't in the mood for it anymore.

Not after listening in on that talk.

It had been quite a sad and depressing tale of woe… And one thing it had unintentionally done, was to shake up his confidence.

Rather brutally at that.

It was something he did NOT need at the moment.

He'd… Almost lost his confidence into going into the Festival at the damned vision exercise.

It had… Completely reshaped his entire thoughts on Izuku.

The bloody potion had shown him what he wanted… That is to say something he wanted besides becoming number one. To redeem himself for his utter and humiliating failure.

But it had also shown him that he couldn't have both.

He was attracted to the damn nerd.

It was… A frankly insane feeling, but he was.

The flat chested girl from his childhood had grown up into a straight up bombshell, and as he'd seen in the vision, she would only become more so as time went on.

The potion's purpose had been to force him to have to look what he actually wanted in the eye, regardless of what he, himself thought about it.

That said, what he'd been forced to confront would have been a hard enough pill to swallow… But there was more, because of course there was.

He'd seen that clear as day in the vision.

He could have Izuku, and… All that came with it… But he could not have both that, and become number one.

He had to choose.

He honestly could not fully believe that any version of himself would choose the first option… But he couldn't imagine that he, himself, would ever do the same.

He would rise to the top. REGARDLESS of whatever attraction he felt for what Izuku was becoming.

He had steeled himself for that, leading all the way up to the Festival, that whatever happened he WOULD surpass Izuku.

He would NOT remain the weak boy who had… Who had let All Might die.

Even when Izuku had looked at him in the leadup to the cavalry battle with those… Those eyes, he had made his choice.

He had thought he was fine with that…

Right up until he'd listened to Todoroki's story.

Then… Suddenly Izuku's eyes back then seemed so… Different. Much more pleading.

You're fucking imagening it.

She's fine… Well… No worse than she's ever been.

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DTR was looking over at his wife when the whole shebang started up again, as Mic and Aizawa began to announce the next steps of the tournament.

Namely recreation for those students who wished to participate, then afterwards the final part of the Festival, where the 18 passing candidates would go on.

Normally that would have been 16, but a two member team ending up on top had forced them to improvise.

As Chariot once took to the skies, his wife made no move to leave the rooftops, which meant she was probably not planning on coming back down until it was all over.

He was still looking at her though, when a confused question from Mic made him turn his gaze back down.

"WHAT'S THIS!? IT WOULD APPEAR MOST OF THE GIRLS FROM 1-A HAS APPEARED ON THE FIELD DRESSED IN CHEERLEADER OUTFITS? WHY? HAVE THEY DECIDED THEY WISH TO REPLACE THE CHEERLEADER TEAM THAT DIDN'T COME HERE THIS YEAR DUE TO SECURITY CONCERNS?"

He wondered the same thing, as he looked down where all his female students from 1-A other than Izuku and Mei, had come dressed in sexy cheerleader outfits.

None seemed particularly enthused about the prospect.

The question of why, was answered rather quickly, as Momo, having seemingly realized they had made a mistake, yelled and motioned with a rather angry face at Mineta and Kaminari.

Ah… He chuckled, as he leaned his chin on the palm of his hand.

Ah, a prank. They had convinced them that they had to act as cheerleaders for this next part on Aizawa's orders.

He was glad the kids still had it in them to pull that. Aizawa's classes often ended up way too uptight and scared for such… And that was not even counting the trauma they had all recently gone through.

That said…

As the girls reacted in various ways, with Shield stalking off, while Jirou and Momo threw away the hastily conjured pompoms, Jirou angrily and Momo in despair, he made note of the two boys who were responsible for the prank.

Mineta and Kaminari.

Both problem children from the same class he would need to deal with at some point.

Honestly… He could not imagine either of them having worse luck than Aizawa as a teacher.

Aizawa was very much a one trick pony as far as his teaching style was concerned.

He was good at getting the best, rawest growth out of his students in terms of raw quirk and fighting style growth, and not much else.

Not much else.

He certainly would have been his LAST choice when it came to how to handle kids like Mineta or Kaminari.

Both of them would require a bit of prodding and pushing of the kind Aizawa would never be able or interested in doing.

That said, they did have rather different problems.

Kaminari's problem… Well the one he'd initially thought would be the bigger one, Was that he was basically his generation's Present Mic.

Mic and Aizawa had once been part of a trio of school idiots who were going to challenge the world… Then one of them had died, and the two survivors had reacted in different ways.

Aizawa had basically given up on everything that could be called a life, and dedicated himself exclusively to Hero work.

It had taken A LOT of work both blatantly obvious and behind the scenes to get him on the journey to finally recover from that.

Getting the stubborn rock of a man to realize and accept that he actually WANTED his relationship with his Jokester wife, rather than walking away from it when he actually had to begin juggling that relationship and his work.

He still had a lot of work on that front… But at least he'd gotten Aizawa over that first, big hurdle.

He had helped him accept that it was okay for him to love, be happy, and smile again.

Mic… Was a different story.

Whereas Aizawa had gone in a very negative personal direction after their friend's death, Mic had done the exact opposite.

He had COMPLETELY stagnated. He had stopped growing as a person and become comfortable with that.

He had essentially become the perfect sidekick. He had no ambitions, never tried to start a relationship, never tried to become something more.

He had fashioned himself into a DJ… And that was fitting, for Mic was for all intents and purposes a side character in even his own life.

He was there, and he did things… But he had no ambitions, no plans, no greater desires than to continue on as he was now.

He fully believed he had peaked in school, and that nothing he had ever done since, or could ever do, would top that highpoint of his life… So why bother?

He was functioning just fine… But he WAS wasting his life.

He had so far had very, very little success helping Mic move on the way he had with Aizawa… But he had no plans of giving up hope on the man.

But at the moment, it was not Mic who was the problem.

Mic's current state was merely the warning of where his blonde, lovable, idiot ward might end up later in life.

Like Mic had been, he was coasting through his life. He had no greater ambition or goal, and mostly just seemed to be content being in the background.

It did not have to end at the same point as Mic had… But it easily could.

He had seen a lot of kids like Kaminari over the years… And his usual method for helping them break out of their comfort zone and grow was to help them out with romantic relationships. Whether it crashed and burned, or flourished into something lasting and beautiful, it generally did the trick of getting them to no longer be content with thinking of themselves as a side character, and instead grow into the master of their own lives.

That would have been his preferred way of dealing with Kaminari… Except there was a problem with that course of action… And that problem was also one of the reasons he was taking Kaminari much more seriously and urgently than most other kids like him.

That being his mother.

He had, rather stupidly in hindsight, talked about this very thing with the old girl… His former sidekick, who he had molded from a girl who had named herself DD after batteries, into a god of lightning, had taken it very, very seriously… And she had been all onboard with the idea of helping him get a relationship, to help him break out of his current rut.

Too eager, as the message she'd sent him two days later had shown.

An arranged marriage. With a considerably older woman no less.

Raijin was not brighter than she had been back in the day… But she had lost none of the boundless enthusiasm she had possessed when she was young.

And so that had become another problem he would need to help Kaminari solve, whether he actually went through with it in the end or not.

And of course then there was the other problem, namely the fact Kaminari simply was never going to become his mother. He was handsome and cute, which was probably going to serve him well later down the line… But that was about it.

He had none of his mother's magnetic charisma, nor was his quirk suited for easy, large scale, yet controlled attacks the way her's were.

He was going to have to do a LOT of work to help the kid out.

But compared to his companion…

"Wow, they actually fell for it."

A familiar voice sounded behind him followed by Mei, now also leaning over the railing to his right.

"Oh Mei-san… Not joining the rest down there?"

"Why would I? I didn't go further into the tournament, and I have no interest in partaking in the recreational events. If it was not that Izuku-Sama was still fighting, I would be heading home by now."

He nodded.

"So, they tried to rope you into it too?"

"Yep. I also told Mineta they would probably end up getting slapped, but I honestly didn't think any of the girls in class would be dumb enough to fall for the idea that Aizawa wanted them to cheer for the recreationals."

He chuckled.

"There is a difference between being stupid, gullible, and lacking backbone… So it WAS Mineta's idea?"

"Oh, that, yeah. 100% his, I'd bet my gauntlet on it."

"Yeah… That's what I thought. Kaminari is just tagging along."

He nodded to himself again, then considered the bigger picture.

Mineta.

Mineta Minoru was by all accounts THE problem child of the current first years.

A massive pervert of the kind you occasionally saw come around now and again(Such as Midnight or DTR himself), the boy had little to no self control, no tact, and frankly speaking he was walking dangerously close to a line.

He'd heard enough from Mei and Aizawa on the matter… But it was how he'd gotten through the first round of the festival that had sealed it for him.

His tactic and performance was actually great. He'd used his sticky orbs that only he was able to easily touch without getting stuck, to put himself on the back of a more and capable student, and when said student had attempted to remove him, he had successfully resisted it to the last.

Said strategy had also protected both him and his carrier from the effects of the last bit of the tournament, allowing them to pull through much higher than expected.

A good stratagem… The issue was who he had chosen, and why.

Yaomomo Yaoyorozu, the mature looking beauty of Class 1-A, who looked about 4 years older than the rest of the girls in almost every way(Only being surpassed in specific points by Melissa or Izuku).

Not too surprisingly, he'd earned himself a lot of elbow jabs, and finally a slap across the face for that choice.

Yes… He was absolutely a problem child… And unfortunately he'd ended up with Aizawa.

The worst possible teacher to rein him in, and get to channel that youthful energy into something more positive.

Aizawa was about as likely to manage that, as his sisters-in-law were about to smile in his presence.

Midnight and Vlad would have been able to no doubt… But the reality was, neither would bestir themselves on the matter, unless something very unfortunate forced their hands.

No, they knew he would be the one who stepped in in regards to such a problem child. He always did, unless he had a particular reason to ask someone else to do it instead.

That was fine though. He already had a pretty good idea of how to handle Minoru.

That would have to wait though. To the first internships to be exact.

For now, Izuku, and the consequences of this tournament would need to be the main focus on his mind.

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Izuku was… Not in a particularly good mood as she walked back into the stadium.

It was like… This entire day was just piling on, and on, and on with more horrible feelings for her, trying to break her down.

That said… As she walked in underneath the gaze of the masses, Izuku actually stopped in her tracks.

"Why… Why are you dressed in Cheerleader outfits!"

"Because… Kaminari and Mineta are the fucking worst!"

Jirou wasn't the only one who had such negative feelings on the matter, but not everyone did.

Hagakure and Ashido seemed way more enthused about… Wait, were they actually going to cheerlead?

What the hell was this entire thing about?

The completely bizarre affair was so out of left field, that it actually distracted Izuku from the obvious thing… But it quickly returned as she spotted Todoroki Shoto, and it all flooded back to her.

As she stared at the back of his red and white mane, She realized… She couldn't hear Fuku's voice anymore.

That had been… A thing for a while now. Him drifting in and out… But for some reason, it was only now that this fact really set in.

That could not be a good thing.

"ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME BACK TO THE SHOW! NEXT UP WE HAVE THE RECREATIONAL GAMES FOR ANYONE WHO WISHES TO PARTAKE BE THEY THOSE WHO WENT AHEAD TO THE FINAL ROUNDS OR NOT! BUT BEFORE THAT! ONE, LAST BIT OF INFO FOR OUR FINAL CONTESTANTS TO REALLY SINK THEIR TEETH AND MENTALLY PREPARE THEMSELVES FOR!"

Chariot snapped her wand upwards towards the hologram, and an image formed.

Brackets.

Though not entirely evenly spread.

They were 18, so that wouldn't be the case.

"FOR ALL THOSE WHO PASSED, A FINAL ROUND OF ONE ON ONE COMBAT ROUNDS! AND DON'T WORRY! WE HAVE TAKEN SOME PRECAUTIONS, SO YOU'LL BE ABLE TO GO ALL OUT!"

Though what sort of precautions that might be, she did not elaborate on.

As the rest of those who passed began talking amongst themselves, Izuku for a moment hoped to hear Fuku say something on the matter.

This sounded like the sort of thing that would be right up his alley.

There was nothing.

Just his metal face glowing, and fading light, showcasing that he was in fact commenting on it.

Midnight though, cared neither for her internal and silent anguish, nor her fellow students chatter, and began explaining the rules as she held up a box labeled "Lots".

"All Right! Now I'll determine who fights who through this little lottery. And in case you're wondering, it will be Midoriya and her first opponent who will have to fight one more fight than the rest. But beyond that, once the matchups are decided, we'll do a fun bit of recreation, and then we'll commence."

She held up the box toward Izuku, and continued:

"Now, let's start with the team that ranked first, and-"

But there she was cut off.

"Um… Excuse me, sorry… But… I'd like to drop out."

The line was so absurd that Izuku didn't quite register it at first.

Then she turned around, to look at the speaker of such a ludicrous statement.

It was Ojiro, class 1-A's tailed boy.

Izuku was anything but the only one who was utterly perplexed.

"Ojiro!? Why!? Have you forgotten EVERYTHING Aizawa said!?"

The boy with the rather average face looked… Both sad, angry, and yet resolved.

"I… I haven't forgotten what Aizawa-Sensei said… And I know it's dumb beyond words to throw it away… But the fact is… I can't remember Anything about how I got through the cavalry battle at all. It's all completely fuzzy right up until the very end. Probably cause of my damn team leader's Quirk..."

The boy looked down at his hand, which he'd raised up a listless fist.

"this place that everyone else earned through their own hard work and power… I can't feel proud standing here with the rest without even knowing how I got here. I just can't do it."

The other girls felt differently, with both Hagakure and Mina trying to cheer him up, though in the background, Uraraka suddenly went listless looking at him.

"Don't worry about it Man! So long as you get results at this stage, it doesn't matter!"

"Yeah, it's not like I put in the most stellar performance, either!"

The boy slowly and with a shaking hand buried his face in it as he obviously tried not to cry.

"You guys… Don't get… This is my pride here… Also…" he blushed a bit, as his teary eye darted towards Hagakure. "Why… Why are you guys still in cheerleader uniforms?"

Izuku again felt… Numb. Though in a different way than with Todoroki.

There it was just… She had no idea what to say, or do.

Here it was just… Sympathy.

She felt sorry for him.

One of the boy's from 1-B also stepped forward, and though not exactly looking cheerful, he wasn't quite as on the verge of sorrow as Ojiro.

"I don't remember anything about what happened either… I want to abstain too! No matter how strong you are… For a person who did not do anything rise up to the top… That would defeat the entire point of a Sports festival!"

A more analytical take on it, though the endpoint was somewhat the same.

The overall reaction from the class was mixed, but beyond Kirishima's reaction of being impressed by this manly display of honor and sportsmanship, Izuku missed most of them.

You don't even want to be here.

A voice declared inside her skull.

You have no conviction at all.

Midnight looked down upon them from her podium, with a dark, evil and disappointed frown…

"How callow… I'll have you know… That greenhorns like you…"

The frown vanished into a grin as she snapped her whip sideways and raised her arms up and to the sides in a grand, inviting motion.

"GET ALL MY LOVE!"

She motioned to Chariot.

"ALRIGHT! I HEREBY RECOGNIZE THAT OJIRO AND SHOUDA PULLS OUT OF THE COMPETITION!"

With a wave of her wand, one part of the brackets vanished.

Leaving it perfectly symmetrical.

16 contenders.

Izuku, though, didn't focus on that.

She instead stared sadly at Ojiro, again feeling like she just couldn't help people… If mayhaps not quite as absolutely wrecked about it as she was about Todoroki.

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The reaction to the people watching the final rankings was mixed.

Some glad, some sad, some worried, some excited.

Tetsutetsu had a clearly forced, but strong grin.

"Oh man… I'm gonna face the dragon in round one. Well bring it on!"

A boy with messy, dark, purple hair, who a lot of the students were glaring very angrily at, looked up at the minotaur, with a stoic expression that beguiled how he actually felt.

Damn… Second round.

That wasn't good, wasn't good at all.

Todoroki Shoto stared at the brackets with an equally, if more aggressive, stoic expression.

Not the finals, but the semifinals, huh? Well, whatever.

Bakugo cracked his neck in a very satisfying manner.

Whatever he felt right now… This was how it should be.

Final round. Him and Deku.

The only fight that mattered.

All Right… Now he just had to get through the extras' and…

"Who the Hell is Uraraka?"

Behind him, the girl named Uraraka got a very panicked expression on her face.

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Izuku wasn't there for the recreationals.

She just… Wasn't in the mood.

However, she was part of the first fight. So… She had to come out and be center stage as Chariot explained the rules.

"SO, FOR THESE BOUTS I'LL BE FUSING A CHARM TO EACH OF YOU CONTESTANTS! FOR AS LONG AS YOU STAY IN THIS RING, ANY DAMAGE YOU SHOULD TAKE IS TRANSFERRED TO ONE OF THOSE MANNEQUINS OVER HERE BY THE WALL!"

Tetsutetsu seemed shocked, beyond that he should have been.

"Wait… Isn't that just Basil Hawkins gimmick!?"

"RIGHT YOU ARE LITTLE TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU! THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT IT IS! IF YOU'RE GONNA CRIB FROM SOMEONE, DO IT FROM THE BEST! THAT SAID… UNFORTUNATELY FOR MIDORIYA, THIS POWER WONT WORK ON HER DUE TO HER OWN POWERS! SO SHE'LL FIGHT AT A SORT OF HANDICAP FOR THESE MATCHES!"

Great… Another thing to make her feel bad.

Though… Given the rules Present Mic then laid out as in the background, Cementos was busy making the big arena they would fight in, this handicap wasn't too bad for her.

"The rules are simple! Win by knocking your opponent out of the ring! Immobilize them! Or getting them to say "I give up!" Bring on the pain! Ethics and morals have no place in this ring! Though if you deliberately go out of your way to hurt your opponent so much that it breaks enough dolls that there are none left, that will be seen as going for the kill, and you'll be disqualified."

"THAT'S FINE! I WON'T NEED MORE THAN ONE!"

He was confident.

She was glad someone was.

Izuku… Felt absolutely awful and out of it.

It didn't matter.

Her first fight… Well the most noteworthy thing about it, was that she backhanded Tetsutetsu in a manner that would become an internet meme for a time, as it looked remarkably like how Cell had backhanded Mr Satan out of the ring and through Chariot's barrier at the Cell Games.

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As she walked to the preparation room, and just sat down, her head felt no clearer.

She groaned…

"You… You okay?"

She blinked.

Then raised her head, to realize Uraraka was there.

"Oh… I'm… Fineee…"

Her voice just sort of died at the end.

"That bad huh?"

Uraraka looked… Well she looked both stressed and yet sympathetic.

"Yeah… I'm… It's been a bad day…"

Uraraka…

"Isn't your… Your fight the last of the number one bracket?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Just… Weird you're here already."

"Oh, that! I just… Needed some privacy to prepare myself… And Melissa-Chan needed some time for herself. She's… Well she's really mad right now… A-At your friends, not at you I mean!"

She opened her mouth… Then closed it.

She didn't actually want to know what the Hell had been up with those cheerleading outfits, and Mineta's role in them.

Instead she focused on the other friend.

"Sorry about… About Mei… She… Really likes me… To an unhealthy degree to be honest."

"Yeah, it's… Kinda impressive to be honest. Loke… Mei-San doesn't exactly strike me as a… Well that caring, but… Well actions speak louder than words."

"Yeah… I guess they do…"

She closed her eyes and leaned back on the portable chair.

"You're… Really not doing well are you?"

"I… I didn't want to be here… And yet I came anyway… And I just… Everything is horrible…"

She didn't mean for it to just all come out, but… It did.

"Everyone except for Mineta rejected me at the cavalry part… And… And It just got worse and worse from there…"

"You… You didn't want to be here?"

She sounded baffled.

"Why?"

"I don't CARE about the damn rankings… Or popularity… I don't CARE about this stupid tournament…"

She was almost starting to cry.

She rubbed her face with her hands.

"I just… I feel like… I barely remember why I wanted to be Hero anymore… I… I know the reasons but… The emotion I felt back then… It's practically gone, now…"

It was all too much.

One thing, on top of another.

Her dad, All Might, Amra, the Tournament, her brain exploding, the cavalry battle, Todoroki, even Ojiro… It was all too much.

"Oh… I'm sorry. I… I didn't realize you were feeling this bad."

A hand found itself resting on her shoulder.

"Do you… Wanna talk about it more?"

She did.

She wanted to just… Let it all out.

Spill everything.

Get it ALL OUT into the open.

The problem was… What the Hell would she say?

"Why… Why did YOU want to become a Hero Uraraka?"

It came out as a plea, and her hands went down from her face, as she looked the brown haired girl in the face.

"I… Wanted to become a Hero… Because I saw All Might save countless people… And I thought that was the coolest thing… But… I don't remember what that felt like anymore… What… What about you? Why are you here?"

The girl stared at her… Then became bashful.

"Oh… Um well… It's… Kinda… Not really nearly as noble as that. It's um… Well… My parents… Run a construction company… So… Well… We're poor. Poorer than poor. Always have been. So…"

Suddenly the bashful look vanished.

Leaving something much, much stronger.

"When I become a Hero, I'm going to make enough money that my parents are going to get to live easier lives."

For a while, there was silence as Izuku took Uraraka in.

What she said next wasn't intentional, it just… Came out as she thought it.

"...Heroes hurt their own families, to help complete strangers... My father told me that…"

"Oh! I'm… I'm sorry!"

"Oh, I-I didn't mean it like that! It's… It's not from my dad… It's something… from… That a villain once told me."

"Oh… I'm… Guessing that… That left an impact on you, huh?"

It was like Uraraka had rammed a knife in her gut.

"I… I hurt my own family Uraraka."

She began shaking.

"I… I'm the worst… I'm horrible… I was terrible to my own family… I'm a… I'm a horrible mom…"

She just… Began crying.

Loudly, and thick sobs erupted from her.

Uraraka had a brief moment of complete and utter shock, then she leaned over and gave Izuku a strong, powerful hug.

She did not lessen it as Izuku buried her head into her shoulder, a girl she barely knew.

After a while, the tears stopped, or rather abated.

Her eyes were still really wet.

She eventually disentangled herself from the hug, though Uraraka responded to that by gripping her hand in a strong, warm grip, cupping it with both hands.

"I… I'm sorry Midoriya-Chan… I really am."

"I… It's a-" "It's NOT alright… But that's okay. You… Don't have to tell me about it, okay? But… I'll be here alright?"

"I… Okay."

After that, a lot of competitors came and went.

Some glanced at the two, some ignored them, but no one really asked questions, for which Izuku was very, very grateful.

Eventually though, it was time for Uraraka's actual fight.

"Oh… I'll… Go watch you…"

"You don't have to."

Uraraka said surprisingly firmly, but gently.

"You… Don't really want to, do you?"

"I… No. I… I'm next up, right? A-after you I mean?"

"Yeah, you are… Well… Huh… I almost forgot… I have to face Bakugo now… It's… Funny. I was really afraid, but… That's kinda blown away now."

Izuku nodded.

She… Understood. She felt somewhat the same. Kinda. Just… Different emotions.

"Do you… Want advice? Beyond the fact he always starts with a strong right, I… Know a lot more you could use…"

Uraraka smiled at that, suddenly seeming a bit nervous, but overvise still chipper.

"That's okay. You… You have had a hard life, haven't you Midoriya… And yet… You do amazing things all the time. Even if you don't see that."

She scratched the back of her head.

"I… I get what Ojiro was saying… I… Don't necessarily agree with how he handled it… But I understand him. And… I really felt a bit embarrassed about myself… But… I think it's okay. That you haven't really figured it all out either. I haven't either. But… We'll… I'll see you in the finals!"

She gave Izuku an encouraging and proud smile and a thumbs up, then, she walked out.

Leaving Izuku to feel…

She… Didn't understand. At all. But…

"I… I made a friend just now… I think."

She leaned back again in her seat.

She felt… Better.

Not great, but… Definitely better.

It had… Helped to just get it off her chest. Way more than she would have thought it would have.

Way more than telling her Mom everything had.

"I… Don't think my earlier assessment of friends… What that actually means… Was entirely right. Real life… Is way more complicated than that."

There was no response.

None she could hear at least.

"Nothing? Well… I can figure that out later too…"

Uraraka… She had barely known her before now. And yet she now considered her a friend… Just like that.

Hell… She still didn't actually know anything about her, other than the girl being a very nice person.

Also, there was… There was the fact she…

She froze immediately.

She had completely missed it.

It had been there, but… Everything else had just completely overshadowed it.

Memories of an older, and quite beautiful woman, eating at her family came to her mind.

This girl… Well this girl had gone on to marry Kacchan, in the timeline Amra had been born into.

For a moment, she honestly found that difficult to believe.

It seemed absurd.

Uraraka was… Sweet.

And Kacchan was…. Well… Not that.

That was… Okay though.

She didn't have to understand everything in life.