It was a night like any other at U.A. High, but Ochako Uraraka was far from calm. She had always been the kind-hearted, cheerful girl, but tonight, her thoughts were darker than usual. She had watched Izuku suffer for too long at the hands of Katsuki Bakugo. The taunts, the beatings, the relentless bullying—it was all too much. Despite Izuku's unyielding resolve, despite his determination to become a great hero, Bakugo never relented. And Ochako had had enough.
As she lay in her bed, her mind raced with thoughts of vengeance. Her heart pounded, and she clenched her fists tightly, the anger building up inside her until it became unbearable. Tonight, she decided, Bakugo would pay.
Silently, she slipped out of bed and crept through the dormitory halls, her steps light and quiet. She knew where Bakugo's room was—everyone did. The loud-mouthed, explosive student wasn't exactly subtle. As she reached his door, she hesitated for just a moment. This wasn't who she was. She wasn't a killer. But then she remembered the countless times she'd seen Izuku's beaten face, and her resolve hardened. Carefully opening the door, she peeked in to see Bakugo sprawled out on his bed, snoring loudly. The mere sight of him sleeping so peacefully made her sick. Without a second thought, she activated her Quirk, making him weightless. Bakugo's body lifted off the bed, floating inches above it. Ochako pushed him gently, guiding him silently out the window. The cool night air rushed in as she maneuvered him outside, careful not to wake him.
Bakugo floated upward, still unconscious, and Ochako followed him to the window, watching as he rose higher and higher into the sky. Her heart was pounding, but a strange calmness washed over her as she watched him ascend. Hundreds of feet above the ground, he finally began to stir. Bakugo's eyes fluttered open, confusion setting in as he realized he was floating in the air, far above U.A. High. He thrashed around, trying to understand what was happening, but it was too late.
Ochako watched from below, her heart racing as she prepared to deactivate her Quirk. Bakugo's eyes frantically danced around, filled with confusion and fear. And for the first time, she felt powerful—dangerous. With an evil grin, she whispered, "This is for Deku," and released her hold on him.
Bakugo screamed as he plummeted toward the ground, his voice echoing through the night. Ochako didn't flinch. She simply watched as his body grew smaller and smaller, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She just killed someone. Yet she felt no remorse whatsoever about it, on the contrary, she was relieved to know that his life had been wiped out and by her doing more than anything. It was strange. Is this what villains felt all the time whenever they caused harm to others? 'No. Bakugo was no innocent. He was a villainous scum pretending to be a wannabe hero. I did Deku and the whole world a free favor by ending his reign of terror on the weak.' With that idea forged in her heart, mind and soul, she felt content and walked out the room and towards her own dorm right across from the men's.
She had the best sleep of her life.
The next morning, Ochako was all smiles, her usual bubbly self. The other students had no idea what had happened, and she intended to keep it that way. She went about her day, suppressing the cruel satisfaction that itched at her. But her calm was shattered when Momo Yaoyorozu approached her during lunch. "Ochako, did you hear what happened to Bakugo?" Momo asked, concern evident in her voice.
Ochako's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to stay calm. "No, what happened?" she asked, feigning innocence. "He had a terrible accident last night," Momo said, lowering her voice. "Apparently, he fell from the sky! But somehow, he survived by crashing down on a tree that broke his fall. It's a miracle he's still alive!" Ochako's blood ran cold. "He survived?" she thought, her mind racing. She had been so sure…how could this have happened? Momo continued talking, but Ochako barely heard her. She needed to think, to figure out what to do next. If Bakugo remembered anything, if he even suspected her, it could all be over.
An hour later, Ochako found herself outside Bakugo's hospital room, her mind racing with possibilities. She had to make sure he wouldn't talk, that her secret remained safe. But as she reached for the door, she hesitated. Could she really go through with it again? The door creaked open, and Ochako's heart pounded in her chest. She didn't know what she was going to do, but one thing was certain—this wasn't over. Not yet. Ochako hesitated for a moment outside Bakugo's hospital room, the cold metal of the doorknob in her hand. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. 'Just act natural' she told herself. 'They don't know anything. They can't know.'
Pushing the door open, she was immediately surprised to find the room already occupied. Izuku sat by Bakugo's bedside, his face etched with worry. Kirishima, Denki, and Sero stood nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion. Bakugo lay unconscious in the bed, his face covered in bandages, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
"Ochako?" Izuku's voice was soft, his eyes wide with surprise at her sudden appearance. "What are you doing here?"
She quickly forced a smile, pushing down the fear that threatened to bubble up. "I-I heard what happened," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I just wanted to see if he was okay."
Kirishima nodded; his usually vibrant expression subdued. "We're all worried. The doctors said he's lucky to be alive. They still don't know how he managed to survive a fall from that height."
Denki scratched the back of his head, glancing at Sero. "Yeah, it's like...how did he end up way up in the sky. What could've caused that?"
Ochako's heart pounded in her chest. She kept her face neutral, forcing herself to remain calm, but inside she was panicking. 'They don't know anything' she repeated to herself. 'They're just talking.'
Izuku's gaze lingered on her longer than she was comfortable with, his worry for Bakugo almost palpable. "It's strange, isn't it?" he said quietly. "I can't imagine what could've happened."
Ochako nodded absently, trying to suppress her growing irritation. 'Why is he so concerned about that piece of shit bastard? After everything that jerk has done to him?' But she kept her thoughts hidden, keeping up the façade of a concerned friend. Across from her Kirishima and Denki exchanged puzzled looks, their eyes slowly drifting toward her. It was subtle at first, but soon all of them were staring at her, as if they were piecing something together. Sero, who had been quietly observing, raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly.
"Ochako…" Izuku began, his voice uncertain. "Were you—"
Before he could finish, the door behind her suddenly swung open, making her jump. Aizawa entered the room, his face as unreadable as ever, followed by Cementos and Midnight. The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, a heavy silence settling over everyone.
"You three," Aizawa said, his tone firm but not unkind as he addressed Kirishima, Denki, and Sero, "It's late. Let Bakugo rest."
The three boys hesitated but eventually nodded, giving Bakugo one last worried glance before shuffling out of the room. Izuku lingered a moment longer, his eyes still on Ochako, concern and confusion mingling in his gaze. "Go on, Midoriya," Cementos said gently, ushering him toward the door. "We'll take care of everything."
Izuku hesitated, looking as if he wanted to say something to Ochako, but Midnight stepped in, guiding him out. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Ochako alone with Aizawa, Cementos, and Midnight. Ochako's heart raced, her palms beginning to sweat. She felt cornered, trapped under their intense gazes. Her mind scrambled for an explanation, for any way to get out of this.
"Girl," Aizawa finally spoke, his voice low and commanding, "We need to talk. No complaints. And no unnecessary movements."
Ochako's breath caught in her throat as they continued to stare at her, the weight of the situation crashing down on her. She was cornered, her carefully constructed façade beginning to crack. The walls felt like they were closing in, and for the first time, she realized she might not be able to talk her way out of this. What did they know? What were they planning to do? As panic threatened to take over, she forced herself to keep a straight face, but deep down, she knew this wasn't going to end well. With a sinking feeling, Ochako realized she might be out of time.
Ochako felt the walls closing in as she stood frozen, surrounded by Aizawa, Cementos while Midnight stood between her and Bakugo. Her chest tightened with fear, and her mouth went dry. She could feel their eyes on her, scrutinizing her every move, every expression. The pressure was unbearable, and she could barely form a coherent thought.
"I... I didn't..." she started, but the words got stuck in her throat. She tried again, but nothing came out right. "I was just... I mean... I didn't—"
She was blubbering now, her words a jumbled mess as her mind raced. Her legs wobbled, and she felt as if she might collapse right there. The weight of their suspicion was too much.
"Don't move," Aizawa said sternly, his sharp eyes narrowing as he activated his Quirk.
Ochako flinched, expecting the worst, but when nothing happened, Aizawa's tense expression softened. He sighed deeply; relief evident in his posture as he deactivated his Quirk. "Thank goodness," Midnight said, her voice filled with genuine concern. "For a moment, we thought…"
Ochako's confusion deepened. "Thought what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, still trembling.
"We suspected you might be Himiko Toga in disguise," Midnight explained gently, stepping closer but not in a threatening way. "With everything that's happened, it was a possibility we couldn't ignore."
Ochako's heart skipped a beat. "Toga?" The thought had never even crossed her mind. She blinked, trying to process what they were saying. "But… I'm not," she managed to say, the fear slowly being replaced by a sense of bewildered relief. Aizawa nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's true. We thought Toga might still have some of your blood from that previous encounter. If she did, she could have used it to transform into you and manipulate your Quirk somehow. That's why we had to be sure."
Ochako's mind raced as she processed their words. "They think Toga did this? They think she framed me?" She could hardly believe her luck. They had it all wrong. The realization hit her like a wave, and she had to fight to keep a relieved smile from creeping onto her face. Her secret was still safe.
Midnight's voice softened as she continued the conversation. "You're not in any tourble, Ochako. But we need you to be extra vigilant. If Toga or the League in general are involved, they could be planning something even more dangerous."
"I-I didn't even know that was possible," she stammered, trying to sound genuinely shocked. "But… if it wasn't Toga, then how…?"
"We're still investigating," Aizawa said, his tone cautious. "But for now, you're in the clear. Just stay out of trouble and be careful. We don't want any more incidents."
"Of course," Ochako said quickly, nodding her head in agreement. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, but she kept her expression solemn, not wanting to arouse any further suspicion. "Thank you."
The teachers exchanged a few more words before finally leaving her alone, telling her to go back to her dorm and get some rest. As soon as the door to her room closed behind her, Ochako exhaled shakily, her entire body trembling with the adrenaline that still coursed through her veins. She had escaped by the skin of her teeth.
Later that day, Ochako found herself sitting alone on a bench outside the school. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the grounds. She stared down at her hands, her thoughts swirling. The relief she had felt earlier was fading, replaced by a growing sense of dread. What would happen when Bakugo woke up? He would remember what she did. He would tell everyone, and then it would all be over. She'd be expelled—or worse.
"No," she thought, her expression darkening. "I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen."
The memory of Izuku's worried face flashed in her mind, and her heart twisted with a mixture of affection and bitterness. He still cared about Bakugo, even after everything he'd done. The idea of it infuriated her. How could Izuku be so forgiving? So naive? She loved him—she'd do anything for him, even if it meant taking out the one person who had caused him so much pain.
'This is for Deku,' she reminded herself. 'Bakugo deserves this. He deserves much worse.'
A sick, twisted satisfaction settled in her chest as she thought about how badly Bakugo had been injured from the fall. He had been rendered a human bag of broken bones. She had done that. She had made him weak, helpless. It had felt too damn good. And tonight, she would finish the job. "Tonight, I will end him," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with a cold, cruel determination. She felt no guilt, no remorse. Only a sick sense of righteousness. Her eyes gleamed with malice, her mind already planning her next move. Just then, she heard footsteps approaching. Quickly, she plastered a cheerful smile on her face and looked up to see Jiro and Mina heading her way.
"Hey Ochako!" Mina called out, waving as she and Jiro walked over. "We were looking for you! You okay?"
"Yeah, you've been kinda quiet today," Jiro added, her gaze curious but friendly.
Ochako forced a light-hearted laugh, standing up and brushing off her skirt. "Sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind," she said, her tone cheerful as ever. "But I'd love to hang out. Let's go!" As she walked away with her friends, chatting and laughing as if nothing was wrong, the darkness in her heart remained hidden behind her bright smile. But deep down, she knew—tonight would be the night she silenced Bakugo for good.
The clock struck midnight, and the dormitory was silent. Ochako, her heart consumed by darkness, slipped out of her bed and exited her room. She moved with quiet determination, her every step calculated as she made her way through the darkened halls. Her mind was set - tonight, she would finish what she started yet failed. She would kill Katsuki Bakugo in his sleep. She reached the common room, the shadows of the night hiding her wicked intentions. But just as she was about to pass through, a voice from behind made her freeze in her tracks.
"Ochako?"
Her heart jumped into her throat. She turned around slowly, forcing a smile that she hoped seemed innocent. "Toru?" You scared me," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I was just getting a snack from the kitchen."
Toru Hagakure, despite her invisibility, showed signs of being unconvinced. The only reason Ochako could see her at all was due to the other girl wearing a plain white tank top and baggy pajamas. The eerie silence that followed only made OCHako more nervous. She could feel the weight of Toru's gaze, even if she couldn't see her face.
"Don't worry," Ochako added quickly, trying to deflect, "What are you doing up so late anyhow?"
Toru's voice was more serious than Ochako had ever heard it in her years of knowing her, "I heard you."
Ochako's blood ran cold. "What...what do you mean?" she stammered, her mind racing to come up with an excuse.
"Outside the school," Toru continued, her tone unwavering. "I saw you seated on a bench by yourself. I decided to sneak up from behind, but then I heard you say, 'Tonight, I will end him.' What did you mean by that?"
Ochako was dumbstruck, her mind scrambling for an answer. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but Toru cut her off before she could speak. "Was it you?' she asked, her voice sharp and direct. "What happened to Bakugo...was it you?"
The common room seemed to close in around Ochako, the darkness almost suffocating. She didn't move, didn't speak, her mind desperately trying to figure out how to escape this dire situation. But after a tense moment of inner self-reflection, something in her snapped. With a voice laced with deep-rooted malice, Ochako responded from the heart, "I was hoping he would have died almost immediately, but that fucking idiot decided to piss me off even more by daring to survive!"
Toru gasped, the shock clear in her voice. "Ochako...what are you saying? You...you're actually trying to kill him?"
"He deserved it!" Ochako spat back, her anger boiling over. "He's hurt Deku so many times, over and over again and nobody, not one of you has dared to lift a finger about it! He's the reason Deku's suffered so much! He needs to pay for everything he's done."
Toru couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're insane! This is not about Midoriya-this is about you, and your attempts to get away with bloody murder! Izuku could never and will never love you back if he knew what you were planning to do!"
Ochako's face twisted with fury at Toru's words. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the invisible girl. "Don't you dare talk like you know him or I. You have no idea what I'm doing for him. Bakugo has to be stopped, and I'm the only one who can do it. The rest of you are cowards. Not me."
Toru's voice hardened. "I won't let you hurt him anymore, Uraraka. You are not leaving this building."
Ochako's eyes darted around the kitchen, her mind racing. The situation was spiraling out of control, and she knew she had to act fast. It appeared that Toru was acting alone or elsewise the rest of the girls or teachers would be down here confronting her too. Slowly, she backed up against the kitchen counter, her hand brushing against the various utensils lined up there. Her fingers curled around the handle of a sharp knife. The tension in the room was palpable, and she could feel the dangerous thought brewing in her mind. 'If she won't let me leave...'
Ochako's grip tightened on the knife as she stared down Toru, her breathing heavy and deliberate. The tension between them was suffocating, the silence so thick it felt like the room itself was holding its own breath. Ochako's eyes were cold, her determination unwavering as she narrowed her sights on Toru, who stood her ground despite the immense danger she sensed pouring out of the girl before her. She wondered how it was possible for someone so kindhearted like Ochako to suddenly be capable to ooze out so much evil from within.
"Walk away, Hagakure," Ochako hissed, her voice low and dripping with malice.
Toru didn't flinch, refusing to back down. "No Ochako. I won't let you do this." she replied, her voice trembling but resolute. She knew what was coming, and every instinct screamed at her to run, but she couldn't-she wouldn't let Ochako hurt anyone else.
A second passed, and then without warning Ochako lunged.
The knife flashed in the dim light as she swung it wildly at Toru, her movements fueled by desperation and anger. Toru frantically backed up, narrowly avoiding the first few swings. But on the last one, she wasn't fast enough-she felt a sharp pain as the knife sliced across her forearm, the warm blood seeping through her invisible skin. Ochako's eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction, and she aimed another strike at the girl in front of her, but before she could land it, Toru grabbed a frying pan from the counter and swung it with all her strength at her.
The pan struck Ochako square in the face with a sickening thud, momentarily dazing the would-be murder. Stumbling backwards and very disoriented, Ochako felt raw pain emitting from her nose as well the warm sensation of her own blood flooding out her nostrils, but her grip on the knife never faltered. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her vision, but before she could fully recover, Toru took the initiative and jumped on her. The wounded girl clung on the back of her assailant and locked her arms around her throat, her invisible form pinning her down as she squeezed with all her might, desperate to choke her out and end this nightmare.
The two girls were now locked in a struggle of life or death as their bodies crashed all around the kitchen area. Ochako rammed them against the fridge, the counter and the pantry cabinets yet Toru refused to let go. Her vision started to blur, her strength fading as she gasped for air. But just as her world started to darken, she managed to twist the knife in her hand, finding a better angle and with a surge of desperate strength she drove the blade into Toru's left leg.
Toru screamed, a raw agonized sound as the knife plunged deep into her flesh. Her grip on Ochako's throat loosened, her strength draining away as she collapsed to the floor, clutching her bleeding leg. The pain was excruciating, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to crawl away, leaving a trail of blood behind her. Ochako, gasping for air, staggered to her feet. Her face was a mixture of fury and satisfaction as she watched Tooru writhing on the floor. She wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, the knife still clutched tightly in her grip.
"I told you," Ochako muttered, her voice hoarse. "You should've walked away."
Ochako found herself standing outside the school's infirmary, her heart pounding in her chest. She had dealt with Hagakure, but the blood was still warm on her hands, and Toru's scream had undoubtedly woken up the rest of the girls in the dorm. She knew she had to act fast before the entire campus was thrown into a panic, with teachers and heroes searching for the 'intruder'. Clutching the bloodied knife, Ochako looked down at herself, her pink shirt stained with both her own and Tooru's blood. The smell of iron filled her bruised bloody nostrils, and her reflection in the darkened glass of the infirmary door showed a person she barely recognized - wild-eyed. unhinged and desperate. But there was no time for hesitation or regret. She had come this far, and she couldn't afford to back down now. She had made her bed with the devil the moment she planned to murder him a day ago.
Taking a deep breath, Ochako pushed open the door and stepped inside Bakugo's room, ready to end his life once and for all. But as she entered, her heart sank, and her rage flared anew. There sitting slumped in a chair beside Bakugo's bed, was Izuku Midoriya, fast asleep. His head rested against his folded arms on the bed's edge, his expression peaceful even as he remained loyally by the side of the person who had caused him so much misery throughout his life.
Ochako's grip on the knife tightened, her knuckles turning white. The sight of Izuku, even in this moment, still loyal and caring towards his tormentor, filled her with a blinding rage. All the emotions she had bottled up - her love for Izuku, her hatred for Bakugo, and her frustration at her won helplessness - boiled over. She couldn't understand how Izuku could still care for someone who had hurt him so badly. It was infuriating, maddening.
A primal scream tore from her throat as she charged towards Bakugo's bed, knife raised high. The sound echoed through the infirmary, filled with raw, unfiltered hatred. Bakugo startled awake barely had time to register what was happening. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Ochako lunging at him, her eyes filled with murderous intent. But before she could strike him down, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, yanking her back. The impact was hard, slamming her against the cold wall of the infirmary and knocking the wind out of her. The knife clattered to the floor, slipping form her grasp.
"Deku!" Bakugo shouted, his voice hoarse and filled with confusion. "What the hell is going on?!"
Izuku pinned Ochako against the wall, his eyes wide with a combination of shock, fear, and disbelief, He could not understand what was happening - why was Ochako, sweet, kind Ochako, attacking Bakugo like this? Her loud scream had woken him up, only to see her about to plunge a knife into Kacchan's chest. "Ochako, what are you doing?!" he cired out, voice breaking as he struggled to hold her in place. She was thrashing in his grip, her eyes wild with rage and hatred.
"Let me go, Deku!" Ochako snarled, struggling to break free. "He deserves to die! He needs to pay for everything he's done to you!"
Bakugo, still trying to comprehend what was happening, pushed himself up in the bed, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Cheeks, have you lost your fucking mind? What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Ochako screamed, her voice filled with venom. "You've done nothing but hurt Deku! You don't deserve his loyalty, his friendship or compassion! You deserve to die! Die! Die!"
Izuku, his heart breaking at the sight of Ochako so consumed by darkness, tightened his grip on her. "Ochako, please, stop this! This isn't you!"
But she would not listen. Her mind was consumed by her hatred for Bakugo, consumed by the need for Izuku's love and appreciation, and submerged in the blood that she has already spilled. All under the twisted belief that she was doing this for Izuku's sake. She glared at the immobile blond, her teeth bared in a snarl, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "You've hurt him so many times, you fucking bastard! You've made his life a living hell, and yet he still cares about your worthless fucking existence! He's still here for you, even when you don't deserve his sympathy and forgiveness! But I won't let you hurt him anymore! I won't let you keep hurting the person I love! Deku belongs to me, not you! Fuck you and die!"
Stunned, Bakugo's eyes widened at her words, but there was no time to process them. All three teens were frozen in a moment of chaotic emotion - a mix of confusion, anger, realization and extreme desperation - when the door to the infirmary suddenly burst open. Aizawa, with a look of grim determination on his face, stormed into the room, followed closely by Recovery Girl and Vlad King.
"What's going on here?!" Aizawa demanded, his voice cutting through the chaos like a swift burning knife.
Izuku, still holding Ochako against the wall, looked at his homeroom teacher with pleading eyes. "Sensei, please help! She -"
In her rage, Ochako, just momentarily overtaken by a surge of adrenaline, twisted in Izuku's grasp and Judo tossed him away with all her strength. Izuku landed hard on his back, and Ochako, eyes wild with malicious desperation, made a last frantic dash towards the fallen knife, her only thought to finish what she had started. But before she could reach it, Aizawa's scarf shot out, wrapping around her wrist and yanking her backward. Ochako cried out in frustration, her free hand reaching desperately for the knife that was just out of reach.
"Enough!" Aizawa's voice was firm, unyielding. "Uraraka, stand down!"
Ochako, breathing heavily, finally froze in place. She was trapped, surrounded, and out of options. The room was silent, the tension thick as everyone waited to see what would happen next. Even Bakugo was quiet, his face pale and spooked as he looked at Ochako with a hint of fear. The only sound was Ochako's ragged breathing, her eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal. The moment hung in the air, the weight of her actions pressing down on everyone in the room. Ans then, as if the reality of what she had done finally hit her, Ochako's shoulders slumped in defeat.
Her eyes, once filled with fury, now looked empty as she whispered, "I was only trying to protect him..."