A/N: This is me using creative license to explain what happens to our favorite Class 1-A during the whole villain arc in MHA. It's also just something fun and light considering how dark things get when we see our favorite upcoming heroes after the villain arc and let's not mention where we are currently at in the manga…or all the horrible things we've had to see up to where we currently stand, but I digress…if you'd like something fun and light that's mostly an IzuOcha theme then you've come to the right place. Updates will be on Monday's and Wednesday's. Hopefully this can be a nice little fun escape for anyone wanting to just get away from the heavy shit that was, well everything recently. Enjoy!

**Not my original characters or world, all those rights and credits go to Kohei Horikoshi**

One:
In Which Uraraka Accidentally Flashes

Izuku Midoriya stood atop the cement platform that Mr. Cementoss had created earlier that day for Class-1A's practical hero training. He'd managed to scale it in record time thanks to his work at Endeavor's agency. Normally, it would've taken him just a bit longer to reach the top of the structure but clearly the time he'd spent learning from Endeavor was paying dividends.

He'd only been there for a couple of weeks and juggling the work study with regular classes as well as UA's practical hero training was a lot of work. The work study alone was highly demanding of his time and kept him away some nights from his UA dorm. He missed his classmates but he was incredibly grateful that he was able to work directly under the number one hero. That same work study had also brough him closer to Shoto Todoroki and well, sort of Katsuki Bakugo. Working closely with those two was an added challenge but also a lot of fun. He enjoyed watching as they also continued to improve with Endeavor's instruction.

Eijiro Kirishima reached the top of the platform just then, pulling Izuku out of his thoughts. Kirishima's hardening quirk was on full display as he pulled himself up over the edge to stand.

"Great job Kirishima!" Izuku exclaimed and smiled at the crimson, spikey haired boy.

Kirishima let out a sigh and said, "Thanks Deku, though it wasn't quite fast enough to beat you up here. I guess training under the number one hero is really paying off!" The tough, hardened exterior softened to normal skin as Kirishima stood by Deku.

"Yeah, I think so t—" Deku began only to be cut off by a high pitched squeal. Deku turned his gaze back toward the edge of the cement platform and saw that Mina Ashido, Pinky, was gradually being floated up to their level. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her because it meant that Ochako Uraraka, Uravity, must be close by.

"Watch out boys, I'm coming in for a landing!" Ashido shouted as she floated just above the platform. Both Kirishima and Deku looked up at her and stepped slightly back as her weightless frame floated just in front of them.

Kirishima broke out in a full smile at the site of her. "Ashido! What the heck? Why did you use Uraraka to get up here? We all know you're badass enough to scale this thing all on your own!"

Ashido's weightless state suddenly changed and she dropped to the ground like a rock. She must've been somewhat surprised by the drop because she landed hard on her backsides, letting out a grunt as she hit the ground. Just as she had started to fall, both Deku and Kirishima lunged forward to catch her, but they weren't quite fast enough to prevent the fall.

"Haha! Ouch! Guess I wasn't quite prepared for that landing. Don't worry over me boys! I'm good and I was helping out Uravity; she wanted to try to float someone up while also scaling the cement on her own. Like doing two hard things at once!" Ashido gleefully explained as both Kirishima and Deku struggled to catch themselves from stumbling in their failed attempt to catch her.

"Oh! That makes perfect sense!" Deku exclaimed once he'd regained his balance and attempted to extend a hand to Ashido but was apparently not quite fast enough since Kirishima was already there, hand out. Ashido took it with a smile and rose to her feet with the grace of the dancer that she was. Deku noticed a slight blush forming on Kirishima's cheeks as Ashido dropped his hand and faced the edge to apparently cheer on Uraraka who was still attempting to ascend. A tiny smile tugged at the side of Kirishima's mouth as his hand returned to his side, his eyes slowly moving up to take in Ashido's peppy and cheering figure.

"Kiris—" Deku began but stopped midsentence when Kirishima whipped his head away from Ashido to look at Deku, a much redder blush coloring his cheeks.

"Wh, what are you looking at?" He stammered. That was weird, Deku thought to himself and was about to reply when Ashido's shouts of support took on a new level of volume.

Ochako Uraraka had reached the top of the cement structure. One small hand slapped onto the hard surface, followed by some grunting sounds, a second hand, and then the top of her auburn head popped into view.

"Yay! Ochako! Way to go! You almost got it girl! And you got me all the way up here while climbing! You are amazing! Come on Uravity!" Ashido shouted, bouncing up and down and now waving her arms. Deku couldn't help but smile at her exuberance.

"Ugh, almost, there!" Grunted Uraraka as more of her head became visible and she pulled the rest of herself over the edge. "Did it!" She rolled onto her back and let out several tired breaths.

"Way to go Uraraka!" Both Kirishima and Deku exclaimed.

"Great job Ochako!" Ashido beamed, joining Uraraka on the ground and enveloping her in a hug.

"Thanks," Uraraka replied and patted Ashido's pink, wild hair.

"That was amazing Uraraka! I had no idea you were going to try to use your quirk to get another person up all the while climbing the cement wall yourself. That seems like a lot of work, and to release her without falling yourself. How'd you do that? You have to have your fingers touch each other to release, right? How'd you manage that without falling down!?" Deku asked excitedly. He wished he had his backpack with him because he wanted to take down notes.

"Oh, it wasn't all that hard. Thanks to Kirishima making it up before me there were some well-defined hand and foot holds for me. I just made sure my footing was secure and when I saw that Pinky was out of my site I released her with just a quick touch of my fingers. The difficult part was keeping her afloat and trying to keep pace with her while I climbed." Uraraka replied and sat up. Ashido stood up as well, still apparently beaming with the excitement of having been floated up a huge cement structure, as she continued to bounce around. Uraraka began to rise to her feet, which Deku noticed a second too late. He moved to give her his hand but Ashido bounced her way in front of him and practically pulled Uraraka to standing.

"That's so impressive Uraraka! I bet that took a lot of stamina and concentration, huh?" Deku asked.

"A bit yeah, but thanks to my work study I've been getting a lot stronger. I've been working on improving my stamina though; you know, trying to stretch the limits of my quirk," Uraraka mused and smiled at Deku. He smiled back.

"Pfft, don't be so hard on yourself Ochako! You've got stamina for days! Plus, you got muscles girl! Check out these abs!" Ashido grabbed the hem of Uraraka's gym shirt and whipped it up, revealing her bare stomach.

Both Deku and Kirishima's eyes followed Ashido's hand movement and landed on Uraraka's naked belly. The difference between gazes however, was that Kirishima's eyes lingered there for only a moment or two before moving away, whereas Izuku's eyes somehow glued themselves to the now exposed pale skin.

For what felt like a much longer time than it actually was, Deku took in the bare skin before him. She was somehow a perfect combination of soft and hard. His eyes followed the soft curve of her hips into the sharp edges of abdominal definition. It wasn't the six pack abs that he was accustomed to seeing on himself or the other boys, it was just well defined enough that he could make out what was probably a four pack and well on its way to a six pack. He could see the shadow of her ribs and could just barely make out the hem of what he assumed was her sports bra. His eyes took in the perfect little bellybutton in her middle that almost seemed to be winking at him. He was unaware of the blush that had started to spread over his cheeks as he continued to gaze at Urakaka's exposed abdomen. For him, time had stopped and all that was there was the bare belly before him. He had an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch the exposed skin; he was transfixed.

"See abs! This girl has abs!" Ahsido proclaimed proudly, snapping Deku out of his staring.

A tide of red washed over Ochako's face and she ripped the hem of her shirt back down. "Mina!"

"What?"

"That was embarrassing. The boys are right there!" Uraraka hastily whispered into Ashido's surprised face. For the first time Ashido looked surprised, as if it hadn't crossed her mind that exposing her friends' abs could possibly be seen as embarrassing.

Kirishima was quick to chime in. "Don't sweat it Uraraka. I basically have a shirt off all the time when I'm in my hero costume, so everyone can see me. Ashido's just proud of her friend, and she should be! You've got killer abs!" Despite his words, there was just the faintest blush on his cheeks.

Uraraku seemed briefly relieved until her eyes darted to Deku's face and took in his tomato colored face. "Eek!" She squeaked and averted her gaze immediately.

Deku felt like his face was going to burst into flames and swiftly turned his head away, nervously laughing. "Hehe, it's okay Uraraka, not a big deal! Kirishima is right, they look great!" Suddenly feeling like that could be taken the wrong way, he was quick to add, "I mean we see his bare chest, er, uh, bare front part all the time! It's just all-natural stuff! Not a big deal at all!" However, the ever darkening red on his cheeks and the octave increase in his voice begged to differ.

"Are you blushing Deku?" Ashido asked, a little too loudly. She shot a sly smile at Uraraka that only seemed to make the auburn haired girl blush harder.

"What? No! No, I'm just, just, looking away!" Deku stammered, attempting to somehow turn his head even further away from Ashido and Uraraka.

"Come on guys, don't make it awkward," Kirishima paused, then pointed across the building they were in at their peers, "looks like everyone's finished up. We should head down and probably get ready for our next class."

"Good idea! Ochako will you float me again? I want to float all the way down!" Ashido asked, turning to Uraraka in excitement, quick to move forward from her friend's embarrassment.

"Uh, sure," she mumbled and turned away from Deku and Kirishima entirely.

Deku breathed out a sigh of relief and slowly turned himself around, preparing to descend the cement structure when Kirishima spoke.

"Well that was a little awkward. Ha, Ashido just get's so pumped that she can be a little wild!" He slapped Deku on the back and snorted. "Come on man! Let's go!" He charged forward and left Deku's side though Deku stayed where he was. He could still feel the heat on his face and knew that he was likely still red as a beet.

Why am I so embarrassed? Kirishima is right, it's not that big of a deal. It's just skin. So I saw her stomach…her bare stomach…and part of her bra…and her bare skin…and it looked so soft and I wonder if it would've felt soft. I've never seen a girl's bare belly before, I mean I guess in swimsuits and stuff, but this was Uraraka's tummy and not in a swimsuit kind of bare. What would it feel like to touch? I've never touched a girl's bare skin, let alone her abdomen before. Would it feel soft or hard like my own stomach? Is it a mixture of soft and hard? It looks like it'd be soft. What would it feel like, would she like-STOP! Deku tried to silence his thoughts but it was too late; now they were acting all on their own and he couldn't stop them. He felt like he wanted to hyperventilate or to hide his face in a bag. He was too excited.

Get it together Deku! He thought to himself in annoyance. Thinking of Uraraka like that was wrong-he was training to be a hero and there was no time for that stuff! No time.

With a deep breath to steady himself and his thoughts, he turned toward the others and began his descent.

It was later in the day, classes were nearly finished, just one to go and it was some kind of special unit. Or at least, that was what the rumor was. While all other classes had gone as planned, there'd been some rustle amongst his peers that they were going start some limited subject material that had a few of his classmates whispering, namely Mineta and Kaminari.

That didn't bode well.

As Izuku sat at his desk, looking over some of the notes he'd taken in his earlier classes, his thoughts inadvertently wandered back to Uraraka and their embarrassing, accidental encounter earlier that day. He'd mostly avoided her after that, though that was easy since they'd been just in class and as luck had it, they were always on opposite ends of the room. He wondered if she noticed that he'd been avoiding her. Why was he avoiding her? So he saw her stomach, big deal, it was just skin, right, right!?

He risked a brief glance her way and was mortified to see that she was in fact looking directly at him. Look away! Look away, he screamed at himself but the moment their eyes met he couldn't divert his gaze. He felt another wash of red coming over him and was horrified to see a blush forming over her cheeks as well.

"Eeep!" he accidentally squeaked out as he managed to divert his gaze. The squeak was not missed by the person in front of him, however.

Katsuki Bakugo briefly turned around to glare at him and seeing the shade of red he'd turned, wrinkled his nose and snorted in what Deku assumed was disgust. "Damn nerd." Bakugo turned back around and resumed ignoring him.

Great, now Kacchan thinks I'm even weirder, thought Deku. He absently wondered what else could go wrong to make him feel more embarrassed.

Just as that thought was released into the world, Miss Midnight paraded into the room, feather fan and whip in hand.

"Hello class!" She purred sultrily.

Mr. Aizawa barely acknowledged her entrance and simply said, "Miss Midnight is here to start off our mandatory sexual education unit. I expect you to all pay attention and take this seriously. Midnight, they're all yours." With that said, Aizawa somehow seemed to evaporate from his desk to his sleeping bag that never seemed to be very far away from him when in class. Zippered all the way up, his eyes squeezed shut and a brief, tense silence took the room.

"It is with great pleasure that I get to start off the sexual reproduction unit!" Midnight proclaimed, flicking her whip as if to illustrate the importance of her words. There was an audible and excited gasp from what could only be Mineta. A moment later he spoke without being called on.

"Miss Midnight, am I to believe that this is the fabled education unit that covers all the sexy, hot, saucy, and sexy times that a hero has to face in his life?!" Mineta asked earnestly. Half the class turned back to look at him to gauge the seriousness of the question.

"Mineta! That is highly inappropriate! This is essential learning of the human body!" Class rep Tenya Ida snapped, standing up and pointing at Mineta as if to shame him. The outburst seemed to have no effect on him.

"Was that really necessary?" Toru Hagakure asked.

"You moron," Bakugo quipped with a side eye toward Mineta that might've caused serious mental injury had he actually been paying attention.

"Gross, Mineta," Ashido added.

"Really Mineta?" Tsuyu Asui chimed in.

At the head of the class however, Midnight was unfazed and simply gave a sly little smirk to the ridiculous question.

"Why yes Grape Juice, this is that class. And all the things you've heard, well you're about to find out if they're true," Midnight slapped her whip into her hand with a loud snapping sound, "but to find out if those rumors you've heard are true, well then, you'll just have to pay attention." As if to confirm whatever rumors Mineta knew of, Midnight very slowly poked her tongue out and licked her lips.

Mineta practically levitated in his seat at her words. "Oh, thank you God! It's time! One of the reasons I got into UA to begin with was for this! The rumored sexy times class to be taught by the queen of perverts herself, Miss Midnight! I can die happy!"

Before any of the other students could even react, Midnight just laughed. "Oh silly boy, did you think I was going to teach the entire unit? No, no. I simply introduce the unit and provide the syllabus, Recovery Girl is the one who teaches the bulk of the unit."

"WHAT?!" Mineta screeched.

"No way, really?!" Kaminari added, surprising those who had been paying attention.

Midnight chuckled, a sound similar to tinkling bells and sashayed down the rows of desks to stand beside Mineta's desk. With on hand on her hip she said, "Oh don't worry my little Mineta, I teach a lesson or two, and there are quite a few heroes who are guest speakers during this unit that I'm sure you'll appreciate."

The tears of despair that had begun to well up and cascade down the little pervert's face ceased as she spoke and his frown turned into a beaming smile. There was a general sigh of disgust amongst the rest of the class at their classmate as Midnight made her way back to the head of the class.

"Alright class, now listen closely! I'm going to go over the syllabus and what's expected of you during these lessons. We'll be learning about the process of sexual reproduction as well as sexual education in general for the next six weeks. That's a lot of information in a short period of time so take some notes," Midnight began and turned the blackboard and began writing dates.

Deku had watched the announcement with both interest and dread. He felt bad for his classmates outburst—had he said anything like that he'd of been mortified—but Mineta didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest. Deku was relieved that he didn't seem uncomfortable but he was plagued by a bigger concern: sexual reproduction. The topic wasn't exactly one that he was looking forward to…for several reasons.

When he'd been in middle school they'd covered quite a bit of sex ed—in regards to puberty that is—in terms of sexual reproduction and education like how to make sure someone didn't end up pregnant, well that had been lacking. He wasn't afraid of the knowledge; Izuku valued almost all education and thrived on expanding his knowledge base…yet something about doing an extended education unit on sex and sex things somehow made him blush and he'd already been blushing dammit!

As Midnight continued to go over the planned syllabus and even as she handed over the teaching to Recovery Girl—who had somehow entered unbeknownst to anyone—Deku couldn't keep his thoughts from drifting to Uraraka and her exposed stomach and the inconvenient fact that of all days, they had to start a sex ed lesson today. He could feel another blush creeping into his cheeks making him wish he could shrink and hide under his desk. Was anyone else struggling with this? Then again, he was the only unfortunate soul who'd had an accidental flashing earlier in the day as well as starting an awkward lesson. He sought out Kirishima; was he blushing? Deku was despaired to see that he looked bored, not even a hint of a blush!

Nervously, Deku shot a brief glance in Uraraka's direction. Her face was pointed down as if there was something intensely interesting on her desk. He couldn't see her face very well but he thought he could just make out a touch of pink on the part of her cheeks that were exposed. Was she blushing? Why would she be blushing? Was it about earlier? Was she embarrassed about the upcoming sex ed stuff or was she replaying her shirt being pulled up too? Wait, was that what he was doing? STOP!

Deku diverted his gaze from Uraraka to his desk, not unlike she was doing. Why was this so awkward?

"Wake up nerd!" A gruff voice snapped as a packet of papers dropped onto his desk. Deku raised his gaze to see Kacchan's narrowed red eyes glowering at him. Apparently while he'd been lost in his head, Midnight or Recovery Girl, had passed out some material for them to study and Bakugo was passing it back to him and so on.

"Oh, s-sorry Kacchan," Deku murmured.

'Pfft," Bakugo snorted and turned away.

Deku took one packet for himself and passed the rest back to Mineta who seemed too eager to take it from him. He briefly looked over the packet he'd been given. In bold lettering it read, "Sexual Health and Healthy Relationships: Understanding Your Reproductive Health, Sexual Reproduction, Consent, Identity, Disease Transmission & Prevention, and Healthy Romantic Relationships". There were two people on the front of the packet, a boy and girl who appeared to be smiling at each other and holding hands. Behind them, were multiple other couples as well of girl girl and boy boy pairings. The girl holding the boys hand had particularly rosy cheeks which for whatever reason made Deku's mind instantly conjure an image of Uraraka smiling at him.

He felt another blush bloom on his cheeks. Dammit, just when it was going away, he thought to himself in frustration.

That evening Deku had gone out of his way to avoid Uraraka when they'd finished class. In fact, he'd avoided everyone, practically racing from the class to the dorm. They didn't have work studies tonight so he was staying in his normal dorm tonight. While he was always happy to stay with his classmates, this time he felt tense about it and desperately wished that he'd be going with Todoroki and Kacchan to Endeavor's agency tonight…but that was not how things went.

At dinner he'd wolfed down his food in record time and spent zero time socializing or talking with anyone.

"You're supposed to chew it not inhale it dumbass!" Kacchan had snapped when Deku had wolfed down his pork cutlets in two or three bites.

"Are you alright Midoriya? You seem to be eating kind of fast," had been Todoroki's soft response to Deku scarfing his food like a starved man.

"If you aren't careful, you'll choke!" Ida had warned.

Deku had brushed off all these responses and had then hurriedly gone to his room. He'd successfully dodged most everyone including Uraraka. That was a relief.

You'll have to face her eventually. You can't just hide in your room every time you might run into her. She's your friend! So you saw her bare stomach, that really isn't that big of a deal. She's my friend and that's what matters most. Okay! I won't be awkward about this, it'll be okay, Deku thought to himself. He wouldn't be weird about this, it was a small little thing and not a big deal at all.

In the safety and comfort of his room he started to feel less awkward. His eyes roamed over his room and took in all the comforting All Might paraphernalia; things that made him feel safe. The sex education stuff would probably be a little awkward and embarrassing for everyone, not just him—and it had nothing to do with Uraraka. There were some topics that were always just going to be a bit uncomfortable to go over, and that was one of them. Sure, he saw a girl's bare stomach and stared and got embarrassed about it, but that really didn't matter because she was his friend and there was no need to make a big deal about it.

"Okay!" He reassured himself and smiled. He moved away from the closed door and over to his desk to begin his nightly ritual of reviewing his notes, taking new notes, and adding to the current ones.

One hour later, he'd made decent progress but he could feel that he was distracted. His mind kept wandering back to the top of that cement block and Ashido pulling up Uraraka's shirt revealing her bare stomach. The image kept replaying in his mind over and over again, like a movie on repeat. Honestly, he was getting kind of tired of it and it was distracting him from completing his homework! Worst of all, it had caused him to develop just the beginnings of an erection. Now that was annoying, and probably something that needed to be dealt with. Anytime he didn't focus intensely on his notes his thoughts would drift back to Uraraka and her bare stomach and that obnoxious blooming bulge in his pants would remind him that yes, he was in fact an adolescent boy with adolescent boy urges.

He'd never been opposed to masturbation, he understood it was just another part of growing up and a natural bodily function, but he'd never needed to do it because one of his friends had interacted with him…that was a completely foreign concept that made him extremely uncomfortable. That was something he didn't like but the ever-growing trouser snake perched happily betwixt his legs was an unpleasant reminder that he really needed to masturbate. If he didn't he'd probably not be able to complete his homework to his satisfaction. So, the only solution was to get rid of it!

Deku was quick to his feet to open his window and let a blast of cold wipe his mind clean. When that failed to dispel the obnoxious bodily reaction, he slapped both his cheeks as the cold air blew in. While that hurt, it also didn't resolve the growing problem. He started doing jumping jacks, lifting weights, attempting complex English sentence conjugation, and finally, recalling the time when he let Eri return to Overhaul and the aching regret he'd felt over it. That last one worked for a little while and he was delighted to go back to his notes until his eyes accidentally roamed over the sex ed pack he'd gotten earlier in the day. That ruined all his previous efforts in a second, when his nethers began to rise to attention. It seemed that no matter what he did—aside from perhaps causing himself bodily harm—he couldn't dispel his excitement. He was a teenage boy and well, all that was part of being a teenager.

So reluctantly Izuku stopped what he was doing and pulled out the teenage tools of the trade: lotion and Kleenex. The rest was up to his imagination which was more than up to the challenge.

Ochako looked down at her phone and the unanswered text messages she'd sent to Deku. When they'd finished dinner she had planned on trying to talk to him but he'd hurried away so fast she didn't have the chance, so she'd sent him a text, and another, and another. Was he ignoring her? She'd seen his face turn beet red when their eyes had met in class and started that awkward unit of sex ed. As if learning about sexual reproduction wasn't uncomfortable enough, now she felt awkward that she'd somehow managed to embarrass Deku thanks to Mina's impulsivity. It had been such a small thing but the way he'd looked at her…his eyes glued to her torso and the rose blush that came over his cheeks. It had made her blush! What had he been thinking?

"Oh, Ochako stop being so dramatic! Who cares!" She huffed and flopped down on her bed in frustration. He'd just been surprised by Mina's abrupt behavior and not expecting to see his classmates naked belly, yes, yes! That sounded perfectly logical! And of course, it was made more awkward by the fact that they started the stupid sex education stuff. Who wouldn't have blushed during that? She was fairly certain she'd seen other blushes when she'd been sitting through Miss Midnight's introductions…everyone except perhaps Mineta who'd seemed far too eager.

So why was she so anxious that Deku respond to her texts?

"Well, it's just so unlike him to not respond," she mused to herself as she once again looked to her unanswered messages. She quickly re-read her messages again to see if she'd accidentally said something stupid.

Ten minutes before she'd typed, "hey Deku, just wanted to say sorry about today! Ashido just gets so excitable sometimes. Sorry if it embarrassed you or anything. I didn't see you after dinner. I hope you're doing okay!"

Five minutes later, "Can you believe we have this sexual education thing starting? Weird that they'd make this long course in the midst of our work studies. Maybe Momo will host a study party."

Another three minutes. "Hey Deku, are you there? Everything okay? Usually you're quicker to respond."

One minute ago: "Deku?"

It all seemed innocent enough though perhaps the stuff about the sex ed and Momo hosting a study party would make him uncomfortable. She started intently at her unread messages, anxiously awaiting some kind of response…but there was nothing.

Maybe the thing about a sex ed study party made him feel awkward, or maybe he really is just hung up on the whole thing with Mina sort of flashing him, she thought to herself as she flipped her phone shut. The minutes ticked by slowly; her phone failed to buzz. But if I did make him uncomfortable and the text wasn't enough, or if he's ignoring the text—no that's not like him…but if he feels embarrassed about it, he might not read anything I send. What do I do then, she wondered to herself.

Rolling onto her back, Ochako looked up at the overhead light and wondered what Deku was doing. Maybe he was just deep in his studies or perhaps on the phone with his mother or someone. She flipped open her phone again only to be greeted with no new messages.

Heaving out a sigh, she moved to a sitting position and dangled her feet off the edge of her bed. Maybe I should just go to his room and check on him…just to make sure that there isn't any embarrassment between us, she thought to herself. But going to his room would mean going all the way down the stairs and to his room. The thought alone was enough to bring a blush to her cheeks. What would he think if she just randomly showed up at his door without any pretense? Would that make it more awkward?

"Okay. I'll text him again…if he doesn't respond in five minutes then I'll go check on him!" She proclaimed and hastily composed a text message.

"Hey Deku, I'm just gonna swing by your room real quick to apologize in person for the embarrassing thing with sort of flashing you." The words formed into a sentence faster than she had realized and before she knew it, she'd sent it.

"Eek!" She yiped when she realized that she had in fact sent it, referred to Mina's pulling up her shirt as flashing him, and said she was coming by, and could not unsend it.

I shouldn't have said that I flashed him; that's just going to make things more awkward! Maybe I should send another message to try and clear that up, she thought to herself in a panic. No. No, I should just wait five minutes and if he doesn't respond then I'll come by…okay, here we go!

Ochako set her phone down and moved to her desk. She pulled out some of her homework that she'd started on earlier but hadn't been able to focus on. As she began to attempt her math homework—though in all honesty she was having an even more difficult time focusing on it—her mind raced with possible responses from Deku. What if he responded in a way that made it more awkward? No, she doubted that he could somehow make it more embarrassing than it already was. Her mind continued to ruminate on what kind of response he might have and then began to drift to going down the stairs and standing outside his door.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she had ceased all work on her math homework and had in fact, begun unconsciously doodling Deku's name into the margin of her paper. She'd gotten through most of his name when the buzzing of her phone took her by such surprise that she nearly fell out of her chair.

With butterflies now in her stomach, she groped at her phone that sat idle on the edge of her bed. She grabbed the phone off her bed and flipped it open only to drop it accidentally. Of all the times to have butter fingers, she thought to herself in annoyance as she bent down to pick up the phone.

Nervously, she looked at her phone and was instantly deflated; it was a message from Tsu about a little snack party in Momo's room. She sighed loudly and wrote a half hearted response about joining them in fifteen minutes. When she'd set her phone back down and looked back at her math homework she broke out into a furious blush as she realized that she'd doodled most of Deku's name onto her paper.

"What is wrong with me?" She hissed and snatched up her pencil to scribble out the doodle.

Okay, I'm just going to go there and say sorry, she thought to herself boldly and marched toward her door but as Ochako's hand touched the door knob she hesitated. What if she was intruding? What if he hadn't responded because he didn't want to?

"No, no this is the right thing to do to clear the air," Ochako reassured herself and steeled herself to the task ahead.

The door swung open and she stepped forward and into the hall. She passed no one on her way down the stairs and toward Deku's room. Even though there wasn't anything wrong with going to Deku's room, she was secretly very relieved that she'd not crossed paths with anyone. Ochako didn't know if she'd be able to coherently explain where she was going and what she was doing let alone why.

Ochako stepped into the hall and felt herself fumble a bit as she made her way down the hall. Four doors were in plain view with the third door almost calling to her. She stood across from Tokoyami's door and in just a few footfalls now stood outside Aoyama's door. Just a few more steps and she'd be at Deku's door.

With shuffling steps that somehow became heavier with each footfall, Ochako made it to Deku's door. The door loomed before her, somehow larger and more imposing. She felt sweat bead on her upper lip and pool under her breasts. Her heart felt like it was racing and she wasn't even knocking on the door yet!

Calm down Ochako, it's just Deku. Just knock on the door and say you're sorry for any embarrassment, smile, and be on your way. That's all you need to do, she reassured herself. She took an audible gulp and raised her hand to knock. It hung in the space between his door and her hand like an ominous question mark. Just knock! One, two, three, knock!

Her palm came down on the door like a sock filled with stones into a shallow puddle of water: loudly and awkwardly. The sound somehow seemed louder than any knock she'd ever heard or experienced before. Ochako held her breath and whipped her hand away as if the door had burnt her. She was grateful that she didn't typically wear makeup because if she'd had any on it surely would've run right off her face with how much sweating she was doing.

Silence followed her knock which did nothing for Ochako's nerves. How much time had passed since she'd knocked? Thirty seconds, a full minute? Maybe he wasn't in his room…perhaps she should knock again?

Despite her anxiety level being enough to engulf all of Japan, her hand seemed to move of its own accord and knocked on the door again. This knock thankfully sounded slightly less intrusive but it still seemed to be painfully loud in what was an otherwise extremely quiet hallway. She half expected Aoyama or Tokoyami to step outside their rooms and demand to know what she was doing…but that didn't happen. Instead, she heard just the faintest mutter of sound from behind Deku's door.

A painful combination of anticipation and anxiety surged through her like a tsunami then. He's in there! I'll just announce myself and then go in, she thought to herself in a panic. Logically, Ochako knew that if he wasn't answering his door after two knocks that she, at the very least, should call out and see if it was alright for her to enter his room. He was a teenager after all, and teenagers behind closed doors should be regarded with caution. But the anxiety and tension that she felt was so overwhelming that that common sense was currently beyond her. As if to reassure herself she thought, besides, if he wasn't okay with someone just coming in, he'd lock the door and if the door is locked then I'll just leave.

So despite the little voice of caution that was yelling from within her, Ochako grabbed the doorhandle and called out, "Hey Deku, I wanted to talk to you. I'm coming in!"

The door handle twisted without resistance, further boosting Ochako's confidence that entering the room was the right decision. She swung the door open and took one step over the threshold before stopping dead.

Deku's room was just as she remembered it; a fanboy homage to All Might, though there was a difference this time. Instead of shyly showing off his room as he had all those months before, Deku was now sat in his desk chair, his hands buried in his lap, a box of Kleenex and lotion awkwardly sitting atop his desk, within easy reach.

The scene wasn't totally clear to her at first. For a few brief seconds she thought that Deku was perhaps hunched over something he'd dropped in his lap, but realization suddenly hit her as her eyes moved from Deku's awkward posture to his horrified face staring at her. His entire face was as red as a tomato and his mouth seemed to have fallen open in a mute scream. The Kleenex and moisturizer took on new meaning as did Deku's hands tucked into his lap, frozen in the middle of a motion that was foreign to Ochako…but realization was continuing to dawn on her as she stood there in his doorway, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene at hand.

"Uraraka…wh—what are you doing here?" Deku managed to choke out with visible effort. As the words left his mouth his hands shot up with lightning speed to grab at whatever was on his desk. He managed to knock his notebook off the desk, as well as the Kleenex box. His hand at last landed on the bottle of lotion which he brought down to his lap as if to shield himself from view. It sadly, had little effect. His face remained bright red and while his mouth moved no other part of his face seemed to move with it.

Ochako opened her mouth to speak but her throat and mouth somehow seemed to be bone dry. She struggled to find words for what felt like an eternity. "I, uh, I was…uh here to say sorry about Mina and my stomach and any embarrassment because of it."

"Oh, gee thanks!" Deku chimed, his voice somehow far higher than it should be. The bottle of lotion was still clutched like a lifeline against his crotch.

"I didn't want there to be any, er, embarrassment…but well, I should leave you to it! Gotta go! Math homework to do that I haven't even started to do yet! And there's the sex education stuff and who knows how hard that'll be. Biology and health aren't my strong suits! Haha!" Much to Ochako's horror, her own voice seemed to take shape on its own and had gotten significantly louder.

"Haha, health class! Yeah!" Deku squeaked, somehow turning an even darker shade of red, his voice taking on an even higher pitch.

Close the door and get out of here! Leave him alone! Move your feet! Turn around and close the door! Leave! LEAVE! She thought to herself but somehow she was paralyzed in place and couldn't seem to make her body move.

"Uh Uraraka…I'm kind of…well doing some, uh, er, stuff, can we talk later please?" Deku croaked.

"Sure," she replied, far louder than she wanted to be. Just then she heard a creak in the floor and realized that someone—Aoyama or Tokoyami—was about to leave their room.

"Bye!" She practically shouted, turned sharply on her heel and slammed the door shut in one fell swoop.

"Okay bye," she could hear Deku squeak out from behind the closed door.

Ochako stumbled away from the door and managed to lose her balance and fall just outside Aoyama's door just as it swung open and a rather flustered looking Aoyama looked at her.

"Mon dieu! What is this ruckus? Uraraka? What are you doing here, mon ami?" Aoyama asked, his face perplexed.

"Nothing! I mean, I came by to get a book from Deku that he'd borrowed. That's all!" Ochako stammered.

"Really? Is that all? Do tell, what book would inspire you to come all this way?" Aoyama asked, clearly skeptical. There was a twinkle in the blonde's eye that made Ochako want to blush from head to toe.

"YES, a book, a very good book!" She screeched and struggled to come up with a title to provide the irritatingly curious Aoyama. Her mind landed on the first book she could think of and instantly blurted it out, "The Wizard of Oz!"

"Ma Cheri, no need to shout. I'm right here," he purred, "J'adore the Wizard of Oz! I had no idea that Midoriya was fond of it. I so loved that bit of cinema when I was un petite garcon! So of course I've read the books, though honestly, I don't much care for the latter additions. Do you?" Aoyama gushed. She clearly had chosen the wrong title at random.

"Oh, uh, I haven't read them at all, just that one which, was, uh good!" Ochako struggled to remember what she actually knew of The Wizard of Oz. She'd seen it once as a very young child and only really recalled the ruby slippers, the dog Toto and a green horse. She had zero knowledge of the actual book.

"Well ma cheri, we shall have to discuss it sometime! There's so much to talk about, but for now, I must return to sleep, some of us have beauty rest that they need! Au revoir!" Aoyama gently shut the door leaving Ochako standing outside it in a panic. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and all she could think of was getting out of that hall and away. She hastily made her way back down the hall and up the stairs.

Oh my gosh! I can't believe I walked in on him, uh, well doing that! I made things so much worse! If things weren't that awkward before they certainly are now. This is a disaster, she thought to herself as she jogged her way up the stairs. Her head was lowered for momentum as she bounded up the stairs like a drunkard. She was so lost in thought and desperate to get to her room that she didn't notice the spikey haired, foul tempered blonde descending the stairs.

"Watch it round face!" Bakugo snapped in irritation as he was about to pass her. The sound startled her enough that she stumbled mid step and began to fall. Instinctually, she reached out try to stop herself by grabbing onto the hem of Bakugo's shirt. When she realized who's shirt she was grabbing onto, she panicked and accidentally activated her quirk, thus making them both weightless and preventing a fall.

"What the hell?!" Hissed the blonde with fiery venom. The murder glare he gave her was enough to given event the likes of someone like Kirishima pause.

A split second later after she'd stabilized herself, she pressed her fingers together. "Release," she said softly as both she and Bakugo once again became weighted.

While Uraraka's landing was much more graceful, Bakugo's was far less so. Bakugo had not often been the subject of her quirks effects and while he was more than capable of moving around in the air thanks to his explosions, being propelled by being weightless one moment and weighted the next was enough to throw even his cat like reflexes off balance. He landed with a loud thump followed by an irritated, "umph."

"Sorry, didn't see you there and didn't mean to use my quirk on you!" Ochako apologized and briefly considered kneeling down to make sure he was okay but the hiss of rage was enough to deter her and send her up the stairs and away. "Sorry again!" Ochako hurried up the stairs without looking back. She didn't think she could deal with an all out verbal and possible physical assault by Bakugo after she'd just horribly embarrassed herself with Deku.

"DAMMIT! GET BACK HERE!" Was all she heard as she once again activated her quirk to accelerate her trip to her room.

Thankfully, whilst Bakugo seemed infuriated, he did not attempt to chase her to her room and once she was safely tucked behind the door she breathed both a sigh of relief and embarrassment.

"What a disaster! Great job Ochako," she mumbled to herself and sank down the length of her door to land in a crumple.

One thing was for certain: while it might've been a little bit awkward before, it most definitely was very awkward between them now.