- My Hero Academia 180 Degrees.
42. Where Deku and Uraraka have issues with their roommates, and Deku remembers his first day at the academy
(Sections marked with * for explicit content IzuxOcha)
The sky stretched out in a serene, tranquil blue, with the sun shining gently, not too overpowering, allowing the cool breeze to dance over the green meadow. The wind swayed the grass in a peaceful rhythm, just like the long strands of Uraraka's hair and the tie of her U.A. uniform.
Sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees, her gaze was lost somewhere on the horizon. There was something in her expression that made her look unusually serious, as if her mind was trapped in deep thoughts… or perhaps melancholy.
Suddenly, a soft voice echoed through the air, carried in all directions by the wind.
"Uraraka…"
"Uraraka…"
"Uraraka…"
Ochako blinked in surprise and immediately stood up, her heart beating faster.
"Huh? Deku?"
She turned in every direction, searching for the source of the voice. A wave of inexplicable happiness spread through her chest, radiating warmth from within. Something about that call awakened a feeling in her that she could barely describe. It was a mix of excitement and an affection so intense it almost hurt.
The echo continued to resonate until, suddenly, she felt the ground shift beneath her, and her right foot slipped slightly.
Before she could react, the grass gave way, and she fell into a hole that hadn't been there before. She barely had time to let out a gasp before firm arms caught her with ease.
Ochako looked up and found Deku. His expression was unusually focused, his green eyes locked onto her. Or rather… onto her lips.
A shiver ran through her, and a deep blush instantly spread across her face. But then she noticed something even more unsettling—Deku's torso was completely bare, revealing his well-defined, athletic chest. And further down, only the leaves from nearby plants covered him.
Ochako felt her brain short-circuit.
"Uh… Deku… what…?"
Before she could process it, her surroundings expanded. They weren't alone. Around them, there were more Dekus. All identical. All with the same intense expression focused on her. And all just as scarcely dressed.
Reality hit her mind with an almost comical delay. The grass that had surrounded her… wasn't grass. It was hair. That entire green field was the hair of the Dekus.
Something inside her bubbled up—a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming excitement, as if she couldn't contain all the happiness surging through her. She felt so euphoric and flustered that, for a moment, she thought she might faint.
The Dekus started moving closer, their silhouettes multiplying around her, closing in with every step.
"Uraraka…"
"Uraraka…"
"Uraraka…"
Their voices echoed in her mind, wrapping her in a spiral.
"Ah! No! Please…! It's too much!"
A sudden jolt snapped her out of her dream.
Uraraka woke up with a start, clutching her face in pain. She had hit herself again to escape a dream about Deku.
"Ah…?"
"Stop doing that already! You're scaring me!" Jiro scolded her from the other bed in their shared dorm room, her irritated tone making it clear that this wasn't the first time it had happened.
Uraraka blinked, trying to ground herself in reality.
"Don't tell me… you actually like that kind of thing?" Jiro suddenly asked, incredulity evident in her voice.
"What?! Of course not…! I just…!" Uraraka scrambled for an excuse, but her mind was still hazy from the dream.
"I already know. Same as always. You were dreaming about Midoriya!" Jiro sighed, exasperated. "But I need to sleep, and you know I'm a light sleeper."
"I'm sorry…"
"Yeah, well, 'sorry' isn't cutting it anymore!" Jiro shot back, suddenly getting up. The determined look on her face put Uraraka on high alert.
"Wait—what are you doing?!" she yelped as Jiro shoved her out of the room. Uraraka barely managed to grab a small blanket.
"You need to sort things out with Midoriya once and for all!" Jiro declared from the other side of the doorway.
"But there's nothing to sort out!" Uraraka protested. "It's not like we're fighting or anything! I just… think about him a lot… and sometimes… at night…"
"No need to spell it out for me. I don't like meddling in other people's business, but do something to stop having those weird dreams and let me sleep already."
"But I can't control that!"
Jiro's response was slamming the door in her face.
"Then make your dreams come true already so you'll stop thinking about them!"
The silence that followed only made Jiro's words echo louder in Uraraka's mind. Heat rushed to her face as the memory of the dream surfaced again.
"But I… I can't…" she murmured, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.
...
( * )
Everything was shrouded in darkness, except for the faint light coming from inside the fridge. Izuku had gone down to the kitchen in the main dorm building, looking for a bottle of cold water. He wasn't sure why, but lately, he had been waking up in the middle of the night with an almost unbearable thirst.
He opened the bottle and took long gulps, savoring the refreshing coolness as it ran down his throat. The cold air from the fridge brushed against his skin, adding an extra layer of relief. As he drank, he felt a slight itch on his chest. Without thinking much about it, he lifted his shirt slightly and scratched absentmindedly.
"Is there any milk?" A soft, sleepy voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Izuku squeezed the bottle in surprise, causing a few drops to spill onto the floor.
"U-Uraraka?!" He turned abruptly, quickly pulling his hand out from under his shirt and covering himself with his forearm as he coughed.
There she was—her face drowsy, her hair a little messy, rubbing one eye with obvious sleepiness.
"Sorry… Do you know if there's any milk?" she asked again, her voice still soft from sleep.
"M-Milk…?" Izuku stammered, turning toward the fridge with a faint blush. He leaned in to search through the shelves, scanning them more thoroughly than necessary—mostly to avoid looking at her too much. He still wasn't used to the fact that they basically lived together now in the UA dorms.
When he glanced back at her, for a brief moment, his eyes unintentionally landed on her chest. Uraraka was yawning with her eyes closed, her mouth wide open, and her loose shirt shifting slightly with the movement. Izuku felt his face heat up.
"N-No… there's… n-no… m-m-m-m…" He tried to answer, but his stuttering only got worse.
"Mind if I check?" she asked casually, stepping forward.
"N-No, of course not," Izuku said, stepping back to let her pass.
And now, unwillingly, his gaze trailed down her back, to her waist and hips as she leaned forward slightly to inspect the inside of the fridge. He tried to look away, but his treacherous mind was already working against him. He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling the urgent need to grab another bottle of cold water… or take an ice-cold shower.
Suddenly, Uraraka turned to him with a frown—an expression he rarely saw on her. But it quickly softened into a smile.
"I know this might sound weird, but I think you hid it from me."
Izuku blinked, confused.
"What? But as you can see, I was just drinking water, Uraraka," he quickly defended himself with a nervous smile.
"Let me check to be sure."
Before Izuku could react, Uraraka lifted his shirt slightly, inspecting his torso closely.
"A-Ah?!"
And before he could step back, he felt her fingers slide along the waistband of his shorts, gently tugging them down.
Izuku felt the air freeze in his throat.
"Oh… there it is," Uraraka murmured with a slight blush, reaching out to touch—
Luckily, his reflexes kicked in faster than his shock, and in a flash, he yanked his shorts back up, pulled down his shirt, and stepped back as if dodging an enemy attack.
"W-W-W-What… W-What… W-What…?!"
"I know deep down you're a bad boy, Deku," Uraraka said in a serious tone, a strange glint in her eyes as she took another step toward him.
Izuku felt panic take hold of him.
"B-b-but I want to be a hero!" His voice came out higher than he would've liked at a moment like this. "I-I can't be bad..."
"I think I like bad boys..."
Izuku's face turned completely red, his neurons seemingly shutting down. Instinctively, he averted his gaze and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Then I'm bad!" he blurted out without thinking, and in his mind, he could already see Iida scolding him for betraying his own convictions so easily. But his world had just been turned upside down. This was his own Copernican Revolution.
In his distraction, he didn't realize he had been stepping backward until his feet hit something. He felt his balance slip, and in a desperate attempt to stay upright, he grabbed onto the first thing within reach—Uraraka's waist.
The result was both of them tumbling onto the couch, with her landing on top of him.
When Izuku opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Uraraka's chest dangerously close to his face.
"P-p-pardo-pardo..." He tried to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come out properly.
Uraraka leaned back slightly, and just as Izuku started to feel relieved, she shifted, straddling his lap with one leg on either side.
A shiver ran down Izuku's spine. His brain completely short-circuited.
"If you're bad and I'm a hero... then I have to teach you a lesson."
Izuku barely had time to process what she said before he saw her intertwine her fingers, grab the hem of her shirt, and lift it over her head.
Her bra came into view, perfectly outlining her figure in a way that didn't seem real.
Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his entire body temperature spike.
Uraraka leaned down and, before he could stop her, wrapped his face against her chest, gently stroking his hair.
"Ah... Deku..."
Izuku felt his soul leave his body.
The warmth, the softness, the sweet scent of her skin... it was almost unbearable. It really did feel like some kind of punishment. His hands trembled, but he had no idea what to do with them.
He didn't know how much time passed before she pulled away, but by then, he was too dazed to react. Uraraka slid a hand down her back, while her other hand brushed a stray strand of hair from her flushed face.
"It seems you still don't get it, Deku... I'm going to have to take this all the way."
"Ura... Ura... Ura..." He tried to say her name.
But then... something changed.
A cold chill ran down his spine.
A strange feeling filled the air.
Like... something was wrong.
Like...
He turned his head to the side, and his blood ran cold.
Standing there, arms crossed, with a look of barely contained fury, was Bakugo.
"K-Ka...chan..."
"Can you shut the hell up already?!" Bakugo growled, a vein throbbing in his forehead.
Izuku's eyes flew open as he jolted awake, only to find himself back in his shared dorm room at U.A.
It... it had all been a dream.
Except for Bakugo, who was still there, staring at him with a scowl.
"With that innocent face of yours, no one would believe it, but you're a complete degenerate!"
"W-wait, Kacchan, it's not what—!"
He didn't get the chance to explain before a heavy pillow smacked him right in the face.
"Do you keep your dumbbells in your pillow?!"
"Get out!"
Before he could even process what had happened, Izuku was already in the hallway, the dorm room door slamming shut in his face.
"Do whatever the hell you need to, but let me sleep! And let this be the last time!"
Izuku sighed, resting his forehead against the door, still red from both the impact and the dream.
"Do... whatever I need to..." he repeated under his breath, feeling his embarrassment skyrocket.
...
Izuku descended in the elevator with a calmer air, his red sneakers dangling from one hand while his mind drifted in scattered thoughts. He had managed to calm himself a little, but something inside him still kept him restless.
As he stepped into the lobby, his gaze instinctively shifted toward the staircase leading to the girls' dormitories. He had no clear reason for doing so—or maybe he did...
"Do... what's necessary..." he murmured to himself, pressing his fingers against his chin before covering his mouth, as if the thought needed to be trapped inside him.
"Anything to report?"
The metallic voice abruptly pulled him from his daze. He looked down and found the small assistant robot staring at him with its single glowing eye, so discreet it might have gone unnoticed if not for its inquisitive tone.
"I'm just going for a run before class," Izuku replied with a light smile, lifting his sneakers as proof of his words.
"The nighttime curfew has ended, so you're free to go, but I will log this in the morning record for the principal."
"Y-yeah... understood..." he nodded, feeling a twinge of nervousness at the thought that everything he did was being recorded.
He didn't want to linger any longer. He quickly put on his sneakers and walked firmly through the common area, making an effort not to glance at the couch where he had shared that dream with Uraraka. The feeling of her closeness was still fresh in his memory. But what Izuku didn't know was that, at that very moment, just on the other side of the couch, she was sleeping in the same spot.
As soon as he stepped outside the dormitory, a light morning breeze wrapped around him, carrying away some of the tension still lingering in his body. The sunrise painted the sky in shades of orange and gold, creating a soft contrast with the crisp morning air. He took a deep breath as he stretched his arms, savoring the moment, allowing himself, just for an instant, to forget all his worries.
Shortly after, he began a series of quick stretches before starting his jog. His muscles woke up with each movement, but his mind remained tangled in his thoughts. Ten days had already passed since he had entered U.A., yet every day still felt like a new mountain to climb.
"My dream of becoming a hero continues... no matter the obstacles," Deku thought with determination, his footsteps setting a steady rhythm against the ground as the sun rose ahead of him.
The sun and exercise warmed his body despite the crisp morning air filling his lungs, but that wasn't what made him feel a strange heat in his chest. It was the sudden memory of a warm hand intertwined with his own on the first day of class, when he and Uraraka had walked together toward Class 1-B's classroom.
"Yeah, I hope it grows soon too," Izuku had said when Uraraka commented on his hair.
He could still remember how their fingers remained linked, hesitant to let go, just before they reached the classroom door. But before Uraraka could open it and decide whether they should release each other's hands or not, a series of intense voices inside forced them to stop.
"I can see it within you! You are the purest being to have ever existed! And without a doubt, your smile is the most angelic I will ever see in my life!" a passionate female voice proclaimed.
"Would you shut the hell up already?! I don't get a single word of your nonsense!" roared another voice, deep and filled with fury. There was no doubt—it was Bakugo.
"Oh, but I see that you suffer because no one understands your words, sir," the girl continued with exaggerated dramatics. "But do not fear…"
"AH?!"
"Though I sense that your natural enemy is approaching. The dark lord is behind you… but do not worry, I shall protect you."
"I don't need anyone to protect me!" Bakugo shouted, his voice reaching a level of frustration that made the door tremble.
Izuku and Uraraka exchanged looks, perplexed yet curious.
"Should we…?" Uraraka whispered hesitantly.
Izuku barely nodded, and she took a deep breath before opening the door.
The moment she did, a burst of thorny vines shot toward them. Izuku reacted instantly, raising his arm to shield them both, but before the vines could touch him, they froze, floating in the air, motionless.
For a second, Izuku thought the girl had held back at the last moment. Then, he turned his head and saw the real reason.
Uraraka had her hand extended in front of them, surrounded by small pink spheres of zero gravity. Her brow was furrowed with a seriousness he had never seen before. Both things were new to Izuku.
Her gaze was fixed on the green-haired girl entangled in thorny vines, and her stance was firm.
"What was that?" she asked, her tone devoid of its usual sweetness. "Were you really trying to hurt him?"
The girl in question, however, didn't seem intimidated. She clasped her hands in front of her chest as if in prayer and, with a fervent expression, declared,
"So you are the witch who will stand by his side… But it doesn't matter. I will not give up. The forces of evil will never take over U.A. as long as I have anything to say about it."
The room fell into an awkward silence as no one responded.
"What's wrong with this girl?" Uraraka muttered under her breath, now more confused than annoyed.
Before anyone could answer, a tired voice interrupted from behind them.
"If you're done chatting, get inside already," Aizawa ordered, looking at them with sleepy eyes. "I have a busy schedule, and I don't have time to wait for you to finish your casual conversations."
"Casual?" Izuku wondered.
Seated in class while everyone waited for Aizawa to finish an unexpected phone call, Izuku couldn't help but glance curiously at the girl from before.
"She probably saw something from the entrance exam…" he thought, somewhat concerned.
But just as the thought crossed his mind, the girl turned to him with a calm smile. As if nothing had happened.
"What a weird girl…" Izuku thought, feeling a strange shiver.
Beside him, Uraraka furrowed her brows again, eyeing the girl with suspicion.
...
During their first lunch in the cafeteria, the new students finally had a chance to interact for the first time.
"Turns out you two are a pair of nerds," Kirishima said with a teasing grin, pointing at Bakugo and Midoriya, who were sitting side by side. "You got the highest scores on the written exam, so they picked you as the provisional class reps. But, to everyone's surprise, the biggest nerd turned out to be you, Bakugo! And on top of that, you've got the most angelic smile in the whole school! You must be so proud!"
"Shut the hell up, idiot!" Bakugo growled, clearly annoyed, but his reaction only made Kirishima laugh even harder.
"You're really good at school, Deku!" Uraraka commented with a bright smile, leaning slightly toward him—maybe a little too close. "Do you want to share a slice of cake to celebrate your vice-rep title?"
"N-no, it's really fine," Izuku said, looking away slightly, his face tinged with a faint blush from their proximity. "Besides, I'm sure you would've gotten great scores too if you had taken the exam, Uraraka."
"I don't think so. I've always been pretty average at that kind of stuff," she replied with a casual shrug. "Wait here! I'll go grab you a dessert!"
As she walked away, Kaminari, who was sitting at a nearby table, watched her go.
"So jealous... I wish someone would bring me cake too..."
"I wouldn't mind if someone looked at me with that much affection," Tsuyu added.
Izuku immediately stiffened, his face turning even redder.
"Pair of losers," Bakugo muttered.
"But like I was saying, don't get too comfortable being class rep," Kirishima continued, throwing an arm over Bakugo's shoulder, completely unfazed by his rising irritation. "By mid-year, once we know each other better and vote, we'll probably end up picking someone like... Todoroki for the job."
The mentioned student, who had been eating silently until then, lifted his gaze with an impassive expression.
"Me?"
"You'll have to pry the class rep title from my cold, frozen ass!" Bakugo declared fiercely.
Todoroki glanced at his left hand for a moment, as if seriously considering the challenge.
"Alright."
Bakugo growled in frustration, prompting a wave of laughter from those around them. However, the moment was abruptly interrupted when Monoma appeared from behind and smacked Midoriya on the head with his lunch tray.
"Hey!" Uraraka protested, just returning with the cake. She frowned and, with a mix of tenderness and concern, gently patted Deku's head before setting the strawberry cake down in front of him.
"My, my, what utterly dull conversations the Class B students have," Monoma continued in his usual mocking tone. "Even in things like this, there's a clear class divide, don't you think?"
Izuku, still recovering from the pat, felt his face burn with embarrassment.
"That's unacceptable!" Iida immediately scolded, standing up with energy. "As the newly appointed class rep of 1-A, I will not tolerate remarks that belittle our fellow students! We are all aspiring heroes and must conduct ourselves with honor!"
At that moment, Kendo appeared behind Monoma and delivered a swift chop to the back of his head before grabbing him by the collar and dragging him away.
"Sorry, I got distracted for a moment, but I'll make sure this doesn't go to his head just because he ended up in Class A," she said effortlessly as she hauled him off.
"Hey! I've told you before that solving problems with violence is not allowed!" Iida scolded, but Kendo didn't seem to pay him much attention.
From the other table in Class A, Yaoyorozu, who had been observing the scene, decided to share her opinion as she delicately wiped her lips with a napkin.
"Although, to be honest… talking about frozen backsides doesn't seem like an appropriate topic for lunchtime. Besides, you were getting quite loud."
Iida adjusted his glasses seriously.
"That may be true…" he admitted before turning to Bakugo. "Perhaps at another time, we could meet as class representatives to set some boundaries and prevent further conflicts between our groups."
"Keep dreaming, four-eyes," Bakugo shot back bluntly. "I don't think it's right to be friendly with our rivals."
Iida blinked, taken aback by his bluntness.
"How straightforward… but those nicknames are unnecessary."
"I'm the vice representative," Izuku chimed in with a smile. "And I'd be happy to work on that."
Iida recognized him from the entrance exam and extended his hand. Izuku shook it, while beside him, Bakugo huffed in annoyance.
As he shook Iida's hand, Izuku once again noticed the same thing he had during the entrance exam: his new classmate was extremely serious, almost rigid in the way he carried himself. However, instead of being intimidated, he actually found it reassuring now. There was something about his firmness that made Izuku think that, over time, he could become a friend he could rely on. He smiled at the thought, hoping it would be true. And that he could continue making more friends.
After lunch in the cafeteria, he, Uraraka, and Todoroki spent a quiet moment sitting on the school rooftop, talking about how they had been accepted into U.A.
"So you only got a letter too?" Izuku asked, surprised, turning to Todoroki. "It seems like everyone received a letter with a welcome video from Principal Aizawa… or All Might."
As he said it, Deku lowered his head, and that small detail didn't go unnoticed by Ochako, who gave him a brief look of concern.
"Yes. Just a letter," Todoroki confirmed in his usual calm tone. "And since I didn't take the entrance exam, I went straight to speak with Principal Aizawa."
The memories of that meeting surfaced clearly in his mind as he recounted them.
When he arrived at Aizawa's office, the teacher greeted him with the same tired expression as always, but his gaze remained sharp. Todoroki wasted no time and asked directly,
"Are you doing this as a favor to my father?" he asked, holding up his U.A. acceptance letter.
Aizawa stopped typing on his laptop before answering firmly,
"What nonsense," he replied as a preamble. "First of all, I've never been one for favoritism of any kind, let alone one based on a student's family record. And second, I'm still annoyed at your father for the unauthorized fight he had with All Might on school grounds." He let out a weary sigh before continuing, "That being said, it's more than evident that you are you, and he is he. With that in mind..."
Aizawa turned his laptop around, revealing a video that began playing on the screen. Todoroki's brow furrowed slightly when he recognized footage of the fight inside his own home. He knew there were no security cameras in his residence—his father had insisted on that—so that meant someone else had recorded the confrontation.
"This video was sent to me by the hero Hawks," Aizawa explained. "It was taken using his assistant's Quirk. As you may know, I revoked the recommendation system last year, but when I see fit, I make exceptions. I'm not saying you lack talent, but there are many things you need to improve—starting with the fact that throughout the entire fight, you avoided using your second Quirk. I imagine you have reasons that seem valid in your mind, but if you decide to enter U.A., you'll need to commit to developing all your abilities for the greater good and stop holding yourself back. That's the only way you'll ever step out of your father's shadow."
Back in the present, Todoroki stood up calmly, his eyes reflecting that Aizawa's words still lingered in his mind.
"I haven't made a definitive decision yet," he admitted, opening and closing his right hand. "Since I was a child, I was trained to be a hero, and I can't imagine doing anything else for now… but at least here, I can be close to my friends while I think about it and figure things out."
Izuku and Uraraka smiled warmly at him, supporting his decision without the need for words. Then, after offering them a small side-smile, Todoroki seemed ready to leave, but Midoriya noticed his intentions.
"But, Todoroki, recess isn't over yet," he remarked, tilting his head curiously.
"I know. I just thought I'd get a bit of a head start," he replied in his usual tone, slipping his hands into his pockets and looking Midoriya directly in the eyes.
For a brief moment, as Todoroki walked away, Deku and Ochako's gazes met, and a faint blush crept onto both of their faces, lingering even after Todoroki closed the rooftop door behind him.
Izuku watched her closely, his eyes reflecting an unusual seriousness, as if he were holding back thoughts he hadn't yet found the words to express. Uraraka, in contrast, seemed nervous, as though something was making her uneasy. However, before the atmosphere could become too tense, she lightly patted her cheeks and flashed a wide smile, catching Izuku off guard.
With sudden energy, she stood up and extended both hands toward him.
"Do you want to take a look at the view from here?"
Izuku blinked a couple of times, surprised by the shift, but quickly returned her smile.
"S-sure."
As they gazed at the horizon together, Uraraka let out a soft sigh before murmuring,
"You know… sometimes I don't know what to think about people."
Izuku turned to look at her, sensing an unusually contemplative tone in her voice.
"Sometimes I believe people are capable of doing wonderful things for each other, but other times… I think that when they feel their way of life is being threatened, they can become incredibly selfish."
"Are you saying that because of the incidents that have continued after what happened at the bullet train stations?"
Uraraka nodded, her gaze fixed on the distance. "Yeah… I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."
Izuku looked out at the horizon as well.
"I've thought about it too. There's no doubt that people have more than one side to them."
"Yeah," Uraraka agreed, absentmindedly rubbing the back of her neck. Izuku, out of reflex, did the same. Noticing the coincidence, they both chuckled.
"You really can't divide people into just 'good' or 'bad'… or into 'heroes' and 'villains' either," she added.
Izuku studied her for a moment before smiling again.
"I have no doubt why you got into U.A. even without taking the entrance exam… But now I'm curious. How exactly did it happen?"
Uraraka's face turned a deep shade of red.
"It was actually really sweet and unexpected…"
According to the memory she recounted, the screen in Uraraka's bedroom displayed Aizawa's serious expression as he read a statement.
"We received quite a few emails from people you saved on the day of the bullet train incident. Among them was one from the station chief. And in every message, though worded differently, the same request appeared over and over again."
Suddenly, the screen split into multiple sections, showing different people. Then, in perfect synchronization, they all said,
"Let this be her hero academy!"
The words echoed in Ochako's room as she and her mother looked at each other in surprise.
"A person who inspires others to do what's right and manages to connect the cause of heroes with the civilians is someone who definitely has what it takes to become a hero," Aizawa continued in his characteristic monotone voice. "The recommendation system was canceled, but… I suppose it's fine to make some exceptions."
His expression remained unchanged as he dictated the final line of the statement:
"Therefore, Ochako Uraraka… this is your hero academy."
Uraraka's heart raced. Her eyes filled with tears as she turned to her mother. Without thinking, they embraced tightly, crying from pure emotion.
"I'm such an idiot!" Izuku suddenly exclaimed, frowning in frustration. "It never occurred to me that I could have gone to talk to Director Aizawa or sent him a video request asking him to let you in!"
"N-no… don't…" Uraraka tried to calm him down, but Izuku clenched his fists.
"I would've shouted with all my might too!"
Before she could react, Izuku took a deep breath and shouted toward the sky with all his being:
"SHE SAVED ME! LET THIS BE HER HERO ACADEMY!"
"Don't do it!" Uraraka hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands, alarmed. Just then, they heard voices.
"Did you see that?" a girl exclaimed from below. "There was a guy and a girl standing there a moment ago! And he was shouting something! How curious! We should go check it out!"
"If it was a guy arguing with his girlfriend, he's probably already irritated enough to be bothered," said a second voice, more cautious in tone. "We should hurry. We're already late."
"You're right! I always get so distracted!"
Uraraka, still with her hands over Deku's mouth, waited in silence until the voices faded away. That's when she noticed how close they were.
Izuku was looking at her with an intensity she had only seen a couple of times before. His seriousness felt unsettling, but at the same time… there was something about it that made her shiver.
Then, before she could react, Izuku lowered his face slightly and gently kissed her wrists.
The heat in her face became unbearable. A nearly visible steam seemed to rise from her skin, and her reaction was immediate.
With a stifled scream, Uraraka jerked back and ran off without thinking, clutching her cheeks.
"Wait! I-I'm sorry, Uraraka! I...!" Izuku exclaimed, running after her.
"Y-you don't have to apologize!"
Back in the present, Izuku stopped, leaning on his knees to catch his breath. His heavy breathing mixed with the accelerated beat of his heart.
Suddenly, a gust of wind made him turn his head. A familiar silhouette appeared on the horizon, coming into view with the dawn.
"Here I am! Arriving suddenly after a quick trip to the United States!"
Izuku looked up, and a smile spread across his face.
"Ah, Mr. Yagi…!" he greeted, but after a second of thought, he straightened up more firmly and asked, "Or should I say… All Might?"
Author's Notes:
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