—.My Hero Academia: Forbidden Letters at UA: Part 2.—
Present Time
Midoriya moved down the long corridor with uneven steps, his breathing heavy and erratic. The lights in the building were off, and the shadows seemed to stretch and twist around him, as if it were a scene from a horror movie.
—Uraraka! —he called, his tone a mix of anger and pleading—. I saw you come in here! You can't hide from me! I promise I won't hurt you much if you come out now!
He stumbled, a sharp pain shooting through his lower abdomen. He paused for a moment, placing a trembling hand on his knee.
—It hurts, but I have to wait... —he muttered through gritted teeth, his gaze darkened by a mix of confusion, desire, and frustration.
Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass filled the air. The side windows of the hallway burst into shards, and familiar figures landed agilely through them. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero quickly stood up.
—¡Stay out of my way! —Midoriya warned, a mix of desperation and anger in his eyes—. ¡I don't want to have to hurt you!
Kaminari stepped forward, a defiant grin on his face—. As if you could really take us all on, Midoriya.
Sero nodded, holding a defensive stance as he glanced at his friend—. Even though Bakugo and Todoroki aren't here, and we know you've become one of the strongest in the class. That doesn't mean you're invincible!
Kirishima took a step forward—. Come on, Midoriya, talk to us —his tone was softer and more conciliatory—. We're guys too, we know what it feels like... But this isn't the way to win over a girl. Maybe we can all get together later, tell some dirty stories, and just unwind a bit. Then, maybe some cold showers will help clear our heads.
But Midoriya wasn't listening. His eyes shone with a feverish intensity as he clenched his teeth and advanced toward them. The tension in the air was palpable, and his friends braced themselves, aware that Midoriya's black whips were real threats.
—She put those ideas in my head, and now she must take responsibility! —Midoriya shouted, his voice a distorted echo of his own. Black whip tentacles shot from his arms, striking out at his friends and pushing them forcefully toward the shattered windows.
They tried to resist, but Midoriya's strength was overwhelming. Kirishima, clinging to the window frame, felt the broken glass cutting into his skin. Blood dripped down his fingers, but his gaze remained fixed on his friend.
—¡She put those ideas in my head, and now she has to take responsibility! —Midoriya shouted, his voice a distorted echo of his own. Black whip-like tendrils emerged from his arms and lashed out at his friends, pushing them forcefully toward the shattered windows.
They tried to resist, but Midoriya's strength was overwhelming. Kirishima, gripping the window frame, felt the broken glass cutting into his skin. Blood dripped down his fingers, but his gaze remained fixed on his friend.
—I really... doubt Uraraka would do something like that... —Kirishima muttered with difficulty, his words tinged with pain—. Could you have imagined it... or just fantasized about it?
Midoriya saw the blood on Kirishima's hand, and for a moment, something inside him seemed to break. The black whips loosened their grip slightly, and a shadow of confusion crossed his face. His eyes filled with tears.
—¡I didn't imagine it! —he shouted, and with a final burst of strength, he grabbed all three by the waists and hurled them out through the broken windows.
Six Days Earlier
Midoriya was sitting on his infirmary bed, enveloped in the quiet of the room. The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting light shadows on the white walls. He was holding one of the thick books Iida had left him the day before, its pages filled with laws that should have seemed tedious but instead brought a gentle smile to his face.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of light footsteps approaching. When he looked up, he saw Tsuyu Asui.
—Oh, hi, Asui —Midoriya greeted her with a kind smile.
—Hello, Midoriya —replied Tsuyu in her usual straightforward but kind tone—. I heard what happened to you. Are you okay?
Midoriya nodded, still smiling.
—Yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking.
His eyes drifted behind Tsuyu, almost involuntarily.
—Where's Uraraka?
Tsuyu raised a laptop she was holding and showed it to Midoriya.
—Ochako has been acting a bit strange all morning, and I don't know why, but at the end of class, she asked me to bring this to you —she explained as she carefully placed the laptop on Midoriya's lap and helped him plug in the power cable underneath—. She said she'll keep helping you catch up with schoolwork, but for now, she thought it would be better to help you online. Do you know why she prefers to do it this way instead of coming here? It would be easier.
Midoriya shook his head slightly, his smile still convincing.
—No idea —he replied—. But I'm grateful she's still helping me keep up with my assignments so I don't fall behind.
Tsuyu seemed to accept the response, shrugging.
—That's good —she said in a casual tone—. Sorry to leave so soon, but I got permission to go home tonight and I want to get there before dark to help with dinner.
—Don't worry, Asui. I hope you have a great time with your family. And thanks for bringing the laptop —Midoriya said, still smiling as she walked toward the door.
A moment later, the door closed, and in that instant, Midoriya's expression changed in a split second. His face turned somber. However, just a few seconds later, the door suddenly opened again, and his face quickly returned to his friendly expression.
—By the way, Midoriya... —Tsuyu poked her head through the door, with a somewhat curious look—. The whole class sends their regards and hopes you get better soon. Since Mr. Aizawa and Recovery Girl aren't here, some are taking advantage of this slight ceasefire, so to speak, to visit their families, and that's why not everyone has been able to come see you, but they send their best wishes and hope you don't feel too lonely.
Midoriya nodded again, his smile now a bit more strained.
—Thanks for saying that, Asui. But tell them not to worry. I'm really fine. I've been in worse shape before, and this is nothing.
Tsuyu smiled slightly.
—Well, I really have to go now. See you soon, Midoriya. And remember, you can call me Tsu.
—Bye... Tsu.
The door closed again, but this time the smile on Midoriya's face didn't fade.
—How kind... —he murmured to himself —. Though the only one I urgently need right now is...
His fingers glided over the keyboard, turning on the screen.
Izuku clicked on the call button in the chat on his computer. After a few seconds, Uraraka's image appeared on the screen. She was still wearing her academy uniform, though without the jacket, and her hair was tied back informally, with a few loose strands falling along the sides of her face.
Midoriya's eyes lit up when he saw her.
—H-hi —Uraraka greeted, her voice soft and a bit shaky. A smile spread across her face, and a faint blush tinted her cheeks—. How are you?
—Hi, Uraraka. I'm doing well, thanks for asking. And thank you for continuing to help me with my assignments —Deku replied, offering a calm smile.
—I'm glad... —Uraraka began, her tone sincere, but there was a noticeable hesitation in her next words—. Listen, Deku... After what happened between us yesterday... I didn't feel very comfortable coming back today. Not that I regret what happened at all, and I'm happy about it, but... I feel a bit strange being around you right now because sometimes it feels like... you're not yourself. I hope you understand.
Izuku lowered his head slightly, processing her words, and ended up smiling.
—I understand and respect that —he said in a calm voice—. I recognize that I acted inappropriately again last night. I've shown myself to be unreliable, so I completely understand why you would want to keep your distance from me.
—But just for now! —Uraraka quickly clarified—. Just until we're sure you're better!
Then Uraraka started speaking very quickly, her nerves evident.
—By the way, your doctor told me today that they sent Komori's mushrooms for lab tests, and we hope they can help you with whatever's happening soon.
—That's a relief —Deku responded, forcing a small smile—. For now, I haven't told my mom anything to avoid worrying her. I wouldn't want her to reconsider letting me stay at the academy because of something like this.
—Reconsider? —Uraraka asked, puzzled.
—Well... —Deku began slowly—. After All Might's retirement and when the teachers talked to the parents about moving us into the dorms, my mom... for a moment, didn't want to let me come back here. Luckily, All Might stepped in for me and managed to convince her in the end.
—I didn't know that —said Uraraka, a hint of surprise in her voice—. But I'm really glad she let you stay.
—Yeah... she... worries a lot about me —he replied, trying to downplay the topic while something behind Uraraka caught his attention—. Huh? Is that your dorm room or did you go home, Uraraka? —Izuku asked, his green eyes exploring the screen with curiosity—. Because if it is, it looks a bit different since that contest we had when we first moved in.
Uraraka scratched the back of her neck, a bit nervously. Her smile was a mix of shyness and pride, as if she didn't want to justify the changes but was also excited to show them.
—Well... The girls kept saying my room was too plain, so on a day off, they insisted on helping me redecorate using some leftover things from their own rooms. Still, I think it turned out pretty well. Let me show you.
Uraraka stood up from her seat and moved away from the camera, allowing the laptop to show a wider view of her room. Izuku felt his heart race as he watched Uraraka move around her room, as if he were there with her, sharing a more intimate moment by being invited in.
She began explaining how they got the pink color on the walls and other decorative touches that hinted at Ashido, Hagakure, and Mina's styles. But while Uraraka spoke enthusiastically, describing the small, colorful corners, Izuku's mind was elsewhere. His eyes followed Uraraka's every movement, noticing how her skirt swayed with her hips as she showed him different parts of the room, how her stockings accentuated her legs, and how her white blouse outlined her curves, especially the soft contour of her breasts. Izuku began to feel a growing erection. It was a sensation that felt incredibly good. He tried to adjust the laptop on his lap to hide it, hoping his expression didn't reveal what was happening.
—I have to stick to the plan. It's the only way to get what I want— Izuku thought.
On her part, Uraraka spoke quickly, her words flowing nonstop as she tried to calm her own nerves. Internally, she repeated to herself: This is okay. I can't let my relationship with Deku become awkward. I don't want him to think I was lying yesterday when I confessed that I liked him. I definitely couldn't bear to see him cry again.
Izuku pretended to listen to every word Uraraka said, nodding occasionally at each detail she described, even though he was very focused on what truly interested him. But suddenly, he felt a presence beside him. A familiar voice spoke in his ear, and he was startled to hear it was his own voice, full of reproach:
—She's obviously trying hard not to make things awkward for both of you, and you're looking at her like that. You've sunk so low, Izuku Midoriya! You should be ashamed. That's not worthy of All Might's successor!
It was a sort of ghost of "Deku the hero," complete with his hero suit and even a cape like Gran Torino's... which, he had to admit, looked quite good on him and made him appear more imposing. It made him think that he should get one like that someday.
Hero Deku seemed to notice that his gaze was fixated on the cape and scolded him again. "Focus!"
On the other side, another Deku in his academy uniform appeared, with a dreamy look, and when he spoke, his high-pitched voice resonated.
—"Amazing! From the very first day, I noticed how well the UA uniform suited Uraraka, but only now do I realize how beautiful she truly is!" —exclaimed "Fan Deku," his eyes shining with admiration.
The real Deku nodded and watched as "Fan Deku" moved to stand beside "Hero Deku," who remained with his arms crossed.
—"And we all agree there's nothing better than Uravity's new hero suit! She looks really cute! Especially when she ties her hair back like now! Isn't she beautiful? —Fan Deku added, prompting both the real Deku and Hero Deku to nod in agreement.
—Deku? —Uraraka called from the screen, noticing Izuku's distraction—. Is there someone else there with you?
Izuku quickly realized what he must have been doing, nodding at the air for no apparent reason.
—Ah, yes... Sorry, Uraraka. I was just telling the doctor that, yes... I already took the medication —he lied, trying to keep a smile, though a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.
Uraraka let out a small laugh, her expression relaxing.
—For a moment, I thought you were seeing things —she said playfully, returning to her desk and taking a seat—. But well, I think that's enough of showing you my room. I must have bored you a lot.
—No! Not at all, Uraraka! —Deku quickly denied—. And I'm glad you were able to redecorate your room. It looks really great!
—Thanks. And you know? I've been thinking about putting up some posters, like in your room. Maybe one of Thirteen, Ryuko, and Mirko. Oh, and maybe one of Hawks...
Suddenly, Izuku felt a small pang of irritation, but he tried to keep smiling.
—I didn't know you liked Hawks, Uraraka —he commented, his tone attempting to sound playful and casual, though he couldn't help a hint of jealousy from slipping through.
Uraraka immediately blushed, raising her hands in front of her as if trying to hide.
—It's not like I like him! Seriously! It's just that I admire how much he's accomplished being so young and the calm attitude he always has!
Another pang of irritation shot through Izuku, but he forced himself to keep smiling.
—So you admire him —he said, trying to sound understanding, though something in his tone revealed he wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea.
—Yes, but not like a fan or anything! —Uraraka quickly said, noticing the change in Deku's attitude—. Just in a normal way!
—Don't worry, Uraraka. I also think Hawks is a really cool hero —he said, trying hard to maintain his smile—. On the other hand, maybe we should start with the homework. I don't want to take up too much of your time. Maybe you have other things to do... like looking for those posters for your room.
Uraraka noticed the shift in Deku's demeanor but thought that maybe Komori's mushroom spores were making him act strangely again and didn't want to make him feel bad. So Uraraka decided to focus on starting to explain the school assignments, though she seemed a bit disheartened.
Uraraka was trying her best to concentrate on the algebra homework, but she couldn't help glancing at Deku every now and then. Her eyes kept drifting toward him as if they had a will of their own, catching every movement of his hand as he wrote in his notebook, every slight furrow of his brow whenever he encountered a particularly difficult problem. She sighed deeply, trying to refocus on her own work. But something in the atmosphere felt different now.
She was aware that Deku's change in attitude was related to her earlier comment about wanting a Hawks poster for her room. A part of her wanted to simply tell him that if Deku hero posters existed, her room would surely be plastered with them already. But another part held onto the idea that there was nothing wrong with what she had said and that she had every right to decorate her room however she wanted.
Then, an uncomfortable thought crept into her mind. How would she feel if she found out that Deku had a poster of a female hero in his room? She told herself it wouldn't be a big deal... or at least, that's what she tried to believe.
Biting her pen, her mind began to wander, imagining the possible posters of female heroes that might catch the attention of a young man Deku's age. First, she visualized one of Mount Lady striking her classic pose, highlighting her imposing backside. Then, her imagination took her to a poster of Midnight, kneeling and swinging her whip behind her head with a seductive look, emphasizing her large breasts. Finally, the image of Mirko spreading her legs and throwing her head back appeared in her mind.
A deep blush appeared on Uraraka's cheeks, and she slapped her face, trying to dispel the questionable images in her mind. Her reaction caught Deku's attention, who looked up from his laptop with an expression meant to show boredom.
—I didn't think you'd get so excited thinking about your Hawks poster, Uraraka. If you want, we can finish up for today. Besides, I'm starting to feel a bit tired —said Deku, emphasizing that he was about to close the laptop.
—No! Wait, Deku! I swear I wasn't thinking about Hawks! It's not that! —Uraraka said quickly, raising her voice without realizing it.
—But you're all red, Uraraka.
—It's just that... it's just... —nervously, Uraraka stood up abruptly, starting to pace back and forth. Her main worry was that Deku would think she was blushing because she liked Hawks. Taking an impulsive decision, she opted for complete honesty, but in her flustered state, her voice grew louder than necessary—. The thing is, I started wondering how I would feel if I found out you had a poster of some heroine! But my mind began to wander, and I imagined weird things!
—Weird... things? —Deku questioned, seemingly not fully believing her.
—Yes! First, I imagined Mount Lady doing this pose...!
Izuku's eyes widened as he watched Uraraka lean over, mimicking Mount Lady's pose, emphasizing her backside.
—Then, I pictured Midnight like this...
Uraraka kneeled on the chair, using her uniform jacket as if it were a whip, swinging it behind her head and posing seductively, showing off her chest. Izuku turned even redder, unable to look away.
—And finally, I imagined Mirko like this...
Uraraka spread her legs and threw her head back, mimicking the pose she had visualized.
Deku, completely red, with his eyes wide open and covering his mouth, could barely process what he was seeing. His two imaginary versions weren't far behind.
—You believe me, right? —Uraraka asked, slightly blushing, as she stepped down from the chair and sat back down.
—Y-yeah. I believe you —Deku barely managed to say, feeling his heart racing a thousand miles an hour.
—What a relief! —Uraraka exclaimed, but then, blushing even more, she seemed to consider whether she should say something else—. Please don't think I like Hawks because... you're the only one I've ever liked.
—Uraraka...
—Deku...
Suddenly, Uraraka began to move closer to the screen. Without warning, she lunged forward, closing the distance between them. Deku felt a sudden warmth envelop him as Uraraka's arms wrapped around his neck, and their lips met in a kiss filled with need and desire. She ruffled his hair completely, and with her legs on either side of his hips, he felt her caress his erection.
—Deku... —Uraraka whispered, rubbing herself gently against him. Deku closed his eyes, trying to resist the torrent of sensations, but he could clearly hear Uraraka calling him, her voice growing more insistent.
—Deku... Deku... Deku!
That last shout made him open his eyes wide.
—Deku, your nose is bleeding!
Izuku blinked, confused, and wiped his hand under his nose, feeling the warm blood on his fingers.
—Maybe you have a fever... —Uraraka suggested, concern in her voice—. Lie down, and I'll call the doctor.
Izuku nodded and lay back down, trying to calm his mind. He was sure that the last part, where Uraraka had come out of the computer, had been just a fantasy, that was obvious, but... what about what had happened before? That had been real... right?
...
The doctor closed the door to Midoriya's room, turning to Uraraka, who was watching him with a hint of concern in her eyes.
—I've already checked on Midoriya, and he definitely doesn't have a fever. His temperature is normal, —the doctor announced in a calm voice, trying to reassure her.
Uraraka sighed, clutching her chest. —What a relief.
—What I did notice is that... —the doctor began to say but then seemed hesitant to continue. —Well, never mind. These things happen.
—Things... that happen? —Uraraka asked, not understanding.
—Don't worry. Midoriya is fine. I just recommend letting him rest for now. Tomorrow will be a better day to visit him.
—Alright, doctor, —she agreed, watching the doctor begin to walk hurriedly down the hallway.
—Sorry to leave you so soon, Uraraka, but I just received a call for help from Class 2-B. I don't know how Recovery Girl manages with so many students...
Uraraka smiled slightly, nodding with understanding. —Don't worry, doctor.
Uraraka continued to stare in the direction where the doctor had left, but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice coming through the closed door beside her.
—Uraraka... —Deku's voice called softly.
—Ah! Deku! —she responded quickly, moving closer to the door and pressing her ear against it—. How are you? Are you okay?
Deku spoke, but his voice sounded too soft and somewhat choked.
—Yeah... I'm okay, but I think earlier... for a moment, I was... daydreaming.
Uraraka tried to sound understanding, though she couldn't help but smile a little. —That's normal, especially when it comes to boring homework like algebra.
—I guess... —Deku admitted, but there was now a note of sadness in his voice, something that made him sound more vulnerable than usual—. I just hope I didn't do anything inappropriate while daydreaming that would make you distance yourself even more. I... didn't want to admit it, but... I felt a bit lonely.
Uraraka's heart tightened. She placed both hands on the door, as if she could transmit strength to him through it. —You don't have to feel alone, Deku. Because I... will always be with you.
A brief silence stretched between them, as if time had stopped. Finally, Deku spoke again, his voice reflecting increasing vulnerability. —Thank you for saying that... Uraraka... it's good... to hear it...
With that, Uraraka couldn't resist any longer. She opened the door with determination and stepped into the room. There, just as she had imagined, Deku was crying, his green eyes filled with tears running down his cheeks.
—What's wrong? Does something hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor again? —she asked, worry evident as she moved quickly towards him.
Deku tried to wipe his tears with the forearm of his uninjured hand. —No. No, it's not necessary —he said, his voice trembling—. But don't come closer. I don't want you to think I'm using my tears to manipulate you... like the last time when I made you kiss me.
Uraraka laughed softly as she moved closer to him, shaking her head. —Come on, you didn't manipulate me. I kissed you because I wanted to, Deku. Because I like you, —she said, placing her hand on his and sitting on the edge of his bed.
Deku looked away, still with tears in his eyes. —Hawks probably doesn't have to resort to cheap tricks to get someone to come close, —he murmured, closing his eyes.
Uraraka laughed again, softly. —Come on, you're not going to keep insisting on that, are you?
Deku remained silent for a moment before confessing in a whisper: —Sometimes I feel... like the only one who truly cares about me is my mom.
Uraraka leaned in a bit to hug him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.
—That's not true— Uraraka said, gently stroking his head.
—I think that, after all... I'm just as unpopular as I was in middle school —Deku continued, his voice breaking as he returned the hug with his uninjured hand on Uraraka's back—. Maybe I'll never become the number one hero because of that... but maybe I don't care as much... if you're with me.
—To me, you'll always be the number one hero, Deku —Uraraka replied with a soft smile—. Much better than Hawks.
Suddenly, Uraraka felt a strange tug on her back, followed by the sensation of her bra unhooking. She looked at Deku in surprise, noticing a small black whip retracting into his hand.
—Deku...! —she exclaimed, stepping back while holding her chest.
Deku let out a heated sigh, his cheeks flushed. —I did it again...
Another black whip emerged from Deku's hand, gently pushing Uraraka toward the door. —Please, Uraraka, stay away from me. I'm pathetic and despicable.
—But, Deku... this is because of...
—No. Don't try to justify me. It's not just because of Komori's mushroom spores. Maybe... a part of me actually wants this...
Uraraka blushed deeply, her heart pounding. —Deku...
As a small extension of the black whip opened the door, two almost imperceptible ones bounced her breasts up from below, and another lifted Uraraka's skirt slightly.
—I deserve to be left alone, —Deku said, pushing her gently out and then closing the door behind her.
—Deku! Deku! —Uraraka shouted from outside, trying to open the door, but the black whip continued holding the knob.
—It's better... if you leave... Uraraka.
Uraraka stopped trying to force the door. —Alright, Deku. I'll let you rest for now, but remember you're not really alone. You have me. And everyone in Class A who also cares a lot about you.
There was no response from Deku. Uraraka readjusted the clasps on her bra, her footsteps echoing down the hallway as she walked away.
Inside the room, the black whip returned to Deku's hand. He looked at his palm seriously for a moment before clenching his fist tightly.
—Things didn't go exactly as planned this time... —he murmured, a small smile forming on his lips. —But the second step was completed successfully.
Later, as Izuku crossed off the box on his calendar that said, "Unhook Uraraka's bra," he listened to the song Midnight had assigned them to translate that day. He still didn't fully understand what it said without seeing the lyrics, but the tune made him imagine himself and Uraraka in his room. Would it be a good place to have sex with Uraraka once everything goes according to plan?"? He still had to think through a few details.
I wouldn't try to throw myself away
If you asked me, I'd say
To be careful, my love
At death, we'll leave the same
If you want me to stay
Don't keep me waiting for it
We can't change the things
We can't control
It's summer somewhere
So you shouldn't be so cold
But you can't even look me
In the eye if you tried
We can try, we can try
I see us dancing by ourselves
We do it better with
No one around, yeah
Just you in my imagination, yeah
oh In my imagination, oh
...
Yeah, there's nothing left to cry about
I guess I'm living in a drought out
It's raining like it was before
Something that you never
Knew you needed more of
We can't change the things
We can't control
It's summer somewhere
So you shouldn't be so cold
But you can't even look me
In the eye if you tried
We can try, we can try
I see us dancing by ourselves
We do it better with
No one around, yeah
Just you in my imagination, yeah
In my imagination, oh
...
Just use imagination
Just use imagination
...
I see us dancing by ourselves
We do it better with
No one around, yeah
Just you in my imagination, yeah
In my imagination, oh
I can do so many things
So many things, so many things
You know
Just use your imagination
OhOh
Just use your imagination, oh
Author's Note:
Thank you so much for reading this far. I hope to continue this story soon! Your comments are always welcome! Thank you so much for reading, following, and liking. It always makes me smile.