[Izuku Midoriya sent an image]
Shoko: Izuku…
Ochako: Woah, Izuku we need to get you some guy friends. But I won't lie, she is kind of cute.
Shoko: …
Izuku: No, it's not what you think.
Izuku: That's Camie Utsushimi. The person on my team with Sero.
Ochako: I'm pretty sure that's worse, Izuku.
Izuku: No, she is the one that sent that to me…
Ochako: You were sexting the girl? How did she get your ID?
Izuku: Before I dig myself an even deeper hole… Camie wanted to know what the plan was for tomorrow.
Izuku: Since she is on my team, I figured we could let her in on our plan.
Shoko: Camie?
Izuku: Oh, my mom's friend stole my phone while I was talking to her, and one thing led to another.
Ochako: How did you let your phone get stolen again ((o(;;)o))
Izuku: Technically I dropped it and she picked it up while I was distracted.
Ochako: likely story, but why?
Izuku: It's a long story…
Shoko: We have time…
Ochako: You heard the lady… confess to us the weight of your soul, Midoriya.
(…)
Camie while the group discussed her invitation stared at her phone in thought, a straight almost nonexistent expression gracing her features. Her chat with Izuku was weird, to say the least. The boy seemed to change personality halfway through, but she was glad that he wanted to be her friend all things considered. Outside of her coworkers and bosses, she did not have much time to socialize and she was feeling all self-conscious about being the new kid in class, after all, she was older and was transferring at a weird time. Even though she was basically arriving a day late, the conversation with Izuku proved that her class was already developing its social circles already. Though Izuku had confirmed that he and his friends had been friends before U.A. it only proved to her that her one-year academic pause was at a disadvantage.
"Like, what am I even doing, you know?" Camie said softly, feeling homesick. It was times like these that she missed her old friends to the point that she was willing to look up the contact information of a stranger and somehow wanted to force the outcome that she got on accident, or at least she hoped that it was an accident. This past year can't be like what happened to her in elementary school. The time that her Quirk's illusions made her life a lie and after a living hell. The fact that she could barely control what people see was a sore spot for her, it made her feel like a villain when she watched people suffer like the kids from her elementary when her quirk manifested. "Like, you totally have to believe last year was, like, real, and that Izuku, like, wants to be your friend. Even if he didn't, you gotta, like, step up and fix things, you know?" She was terrified.
Hugging her pillow as she was lying on her bed, she stared at her phone as if willing something to happen. After a few deep breaths, she palmed her phone. "Like, you totally gotta tell him, just in case, ya know? You're not a witch or anything. Everyone's been super nice. It's gonna be, like, totally fine... you're gonna be a hero, for sure, Camie."
(…)
Camie: Izuku?...
Izuku: Yes, Camie…
Camie: I have something to tell you…
Camie: It's about my Quirk… Glamour…
Izuku: That is great actually, I was going to ask you tomorrow about it. It has something to do with your eyes right… something about showing other people a reality that is not real or an illusion right?
Camie: Umm yeah? How did you know…
Izuku: I have relatives with similar Quirks, they have the same eyes as you.
Camie: …
(…)
Camie paused mid-typing, she had her next response ready to go but Izuku had said something that caught her off guard, the gold flakes of her irises swimming excitedly in their pools of brown. Does he have relatives with similar Quirks? He is not telling a lie, right? Whenever she had put someone under one of her illusions they one hundred percent believed it was real even after the effects wore off. This was new for her, he must really know people. In her excitement, she hugged her phone to her chest. She needed to do whatever it took to not let this opportunity slip, as her phone vibrated.
(…)
Izuku: This is about how you feel about your Quirk, right?
Izuku: I can't say that I know how you feel… but…
Izuku: But I wanted to say, no matter what happens, no matter what comes tomorrow the world you live in is real and no one can take that away.
Izuku: There was a time that I had given up on being a hero, you see, I grew up believing I was Quirkless…
Izuku: I believed that I did not have what it took to be a hero… not until someone took a chance on me.
Izuku: So I trained to the point that I wanted to quit, I worked so hard to make them proud that they would tell me to take better care of myself.
Izuku: To the point that my mom had to apologize to me for having to work even harder than everyone else just to get a chance at U.A.
Izuku: Even if I would never get my Quirk I knew that I had to be a hero to someone, at least one person had to believe in me.
Izuku: So I had to try my hardest for them.
Izuku: So… take it from the highest score on the entrance exam, it doesn't matter what Quirk you have.
Izuku: You can be a hero too!
(...)
Camie wouldn't say that she wanted to hear those words, that was a long shot, but in the end she needed Izuku to say them. She needed someone to say them to her at this moment. Camie was glad she decided to contact Izuku despite her reservations, because in the end she felt better in spite of her homesickness, in spite of the year long struggle just to get into the door of U.A., in spite of her need for validation in the face of her awful experience with her Quirk. There was someone that saw her for who she truly was, and he was cheering for her.
She just looked at the messages on the screen and tapped her phone avoiding the lock screen for what felt like hours, she did not reply, she didn't have to. Camie's eyelids grew heavy as she wondered what kind of person Izuku Midoriya really was, and with one prolonged yawn she closed them. Camie had a lot to look forward to on her first official day in the Hero Course of her dream school.