The clear-cut slamming of locker doors, people talking and water running from the showers and sinks blended with the stuffy ambiance of the changing room as the girls of class 1-A dressed themselves to attend their last lesson before lunch: P.E.

In a mood ever since crossing paths with Katsuki in the library and being called a ceramic bitch, (Y/n) had decided to keep to herself while she changed and didn't bother speaking to anyone. Sensing her temperamental aura, in return, the other girls gave her space, even chatterbox Mina. Which instead of satisfying her, on the contrary, dampened her mood more because, logic.

So, pretending like she wasn't repeatedly trying to convince herself not to yank her locker door off its hinges and beat everyone in the room with it, she hummed a tune to herself while she pulled down her vest over her chest and fitted the hem around her waist. Taking out her P.E jacket from her locker, she put it on and zipped it up. She then began ruffling up her hair and spared a glance at her reflection in the little mirror that was hung on the inside of her locker door.

"Hey, do you think my jacket looks a little bit smaller?"

Her eyes slid to the reflections of the two girls standing behind her from across the room as she combed her hand through her hair.

"Um," Yaoyorozu paused to take a good look at the other girl. "No? Not really..."

"Oh," Uraraka looked down at her jacket's front and patted her ample chest. "It feels kinda...tighter than it usually is."

The loud bang of a locker door being slammed shut caused the two girls to jolt and turn towards (Y/n) with questioning looks. The girl made eye contact with them before shrugging in a silent 'what?'. Not waiting for a response, she took a seat on the bench next to her locker and bent down to tie her shoelaces.

While she was tying her last shoe, a figure appeared in the corner of her eye and came to sit next to her. She shot a brief look at the person over her shoulder before going back to finish tying her lace.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Uraraka hesitantly asked, her voice laced in concern.

"Not now, Uraraka," (Y/n) tugged a little bit too roughly at one of the laces, a frown prominent on her lips. "I'm having a no good, very bad day."

"Uh, I-I know but..." a sigh. "I just can't help but ask..."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes at her vexing persistence before sitting up. Huffing out a resigned exhale, she turned to the brunette. "Okay, fine. What's up?"

Uraraka slightly shook her head.

"Not much. It's just that, er..." she paused and pressed her lips together. Releasing them with a smacking sound, she continued. "Todoroki told us that you two ran into some trouble with Bakugou at the library which got you a scolding from the librarian," upon noticing (Y/n)'s frown deepen, she quickly corrected herself, "I-It's not that he was talking about you or anything. He just uh, mentioned that he was with you when it happened...Plus you haven't been in a good mood so..."

The (h/c)-haired female clicked her tongue and briefly tore her gaze away from her to glare at the metal doors in front of her. "It wasn't a big deal. Just Bakugou being Bakugou," she gave a half-shrug. "Nothing unusual."

Uraraka nodded unsurely and looked down at her hands on her lap. She bit the inside of her cheek and began playing with her left pinky. Figuring what to say next to dispel the odd silence between them, she lifted her head and opened her mouth to speak but (Y/n) beat her to it.

"So, what about you? Are you okay today?"

The brunette snapped her mouth shut, a bit surprised by her out of the blue question and simply nodded. A second later, she added. "It's just that..."

"It's just that?" (Y/n) echoed while arching a curious eyebrow.

"Okay so," Uraraka quickly started while she shifted her position so that her knees were angled towards (Y/n). "Something happened...during English class and I don't know how to tell you. That's, what's bothering me right now."

Ignoring the several worst-case scenarios that Uraraka may be insinuating, (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows.

"Why don't you know how to tell me?" she asked, her sentence slow and pronounced.

"Because you're not in good terms with Deku."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Oh, uh..." quickly slapping on a tight smile over her surprised expression, (Y/n) dismissed her words with a wave of her hand. "It doesn't matter. That's another issue concerning us. You don't have to worry about it."

"Oh," feeling her chest lighten from her words, Uraraka's face lit up. "Uhm, well then..." she drew in a sharp breath. "Deku and I...were talking about whatever is going on between you two earlier on."

(Y/n) blinked in disbelief. "You...were?"

"Yeah," Uraraka sent her a half-smile. "It wasn't much though. And it came up randomly after Iida mentioned your name. He suddenly got sad. It wasn't new or anything. He's been looking sad since yesterday and uh," her smile faltered and she looked down at her folded hands on her lap. "He keeps...looking at you every other time with this look in his eyes-"

(Y/n)'s eyes slightly widened.

"-so I figured that since you two are my best friends, I should try and at least help you make up, you know?" the brunette rubbed her thumb over the back of her palm. "So I told him not to worry and that he should give you time. And that you'll come around soon enough. I also said that I'll try talking to you and he told me to pass on a message to you."

She looked up, another smile on her face. But this time, her eyes remained glued to the space in between them and her smile was different than the previous one. It held so much-

"He misses you a lot, (Y/n)."

-Envy.

***

(Y/n) nudged a small rock that was on the ground with the tip of her shoe.

"He misses you a lot, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) kicked the small rock.

Groaning out of frustration for the nth time, she smacked her hands to her red cheeks and looked heavenward.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Her hands slid down to her lips, covering them. Why does he have to mess with my feelings like this? And Uraraka...

The girl lowered her head and looked towards the direction where the said girl was. As usual, she was standing with Iida, Shouto, and Midoriya, chatting with them. To someone with a good eye and impeccable observing skills, they'd notice how her wistful brown eyes would linger on Midoriya while he talked and would often smile when he did.

(Y/n) dropped her hands with her sigh and looked away.

While they walked from the changing room to front doors of gym Gamma, Uraraka hadn't said much to her after passing on Midoriya's message. Most of her replies were dull or just plain one-worded. And honestly, (Y/n) couldn't blame her. If she were in her shoes, she would've reacted the same way if Midoriya had given her that kind of message to pass on to Uraraka. Probably worse.

To put the rotten cherry on top, Uraraka didn't even know that she still had feelings for him and that the whole Katsuki thing was a lie. She would have a field day with that one missing piece of information. Maybe even an aneurysm if (Y/n) added that she almost kissed Midoriya and that the whole reason of why they weren't talking was because he now knows of her feelings and that she's too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Hey, (Y/n)," said girl snapped out of her thoughts and turned to the girl standing next to her. "Do you know why Mr. Aizawa asked us to gather here instead of the field?"

The girl carelessly shrugged and Tohru replied with an 'ah' before returning to her conversation with Ojiro and Jirou.

(Y/n) stared at each one of them for a moment, her expression turning vacant.

She shoved her hands in her pockets and looked around at her other classmates. She was running with yet another different but temporary group now, a norm for someone who deferred from their usual group of friends because they weren't talking to one of them.

She hated that feeling. The feeling of being left out.

Looking back at her group of friends, she realized how much she missed hanging out freely with them. Heck, she missed him most of all.

Maybe it was time to take that leap of faith and make things right. For both of them.

"Afternoon."

(Y/n), together with her classmates, turned their attention towards the teacher who had made his haggard appearance at the front doors of the gym.

"Afternoon," the students replied in tandem after quieting down and dispatching their groups to gather closer and around Mr. Aizawa.

"Sorry I'm late," the man began and rested his hands in his pockets. "I was held up in a teacher's meeting that took quite some time. Anyway, straight to the point, I have a very important announcement to make. Tomorrow both classes in the hero course will be visiting Isami High for benchmarking."

Surprise crossed (Y/n)'s face for a second.

"Isami?" Kaminari parroted, his eyebrows rising. "Isn't that-"

"The school which came over after the internships?" Tokoyami finished. "Yeah."

"Habuko's school," Tsuyu mentioned, distinct excitement evident from her words.

"We did turn into zombies though..." Kirishima's expression twisted with dread while he recalled the icky feeling of being undead. The majority murmured in agreement, their expressions matching up to Kirishima's. (Y/n) too. Unfortunate enough for her, she also got caught up in it.

Even though she couldn't clearly remember what happened after she turned, she had the full knowledge that Midoriya hadn't turned into a zombie and that he had seen her in her rotting form, easily making it one of the topmost coma-inducing cringe moments of her life.

How she wished she would've cracked her head upon impact with the ground when she fell from the sky so that she wouldn't have to remember that glorious part.

"Yeah," Aizawa resumed his announcement once the dejected murmurs died down. "Despite the rocky past, Isami is one of the few schools we have good relations with, giving us the chance to pay regular visits to their school and vice versa, as you saw the last time when we hosted four of their students. Take this opportunity to learn what your fellow first years in other schools are doing. Remember, you're competing with thousands of other aspiring students to become worthy heroes so don't sleep on this chance to scout the enemy, understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa. A question."

Several heads turned towards Yaoyorozu.

Aizawa's dark tired eyes fell on the girl. "Yeah?"

Yaoyorozu put her hand down. "What exactly are we going to do while in Isami High?"

"I was getting to that. The benchmarking will take the whole day. In other words, you'll be attending their day's classes with them. You'll do the same classwork as them, eat with them and even attend their extra curriculum activities. Socialize if you will," his words caused an excited stir among the students but was immediately shut down by a stern glare from him. "Don't think of this as some kind of day trip. At the end of the day, there'll be a special test where you'll go against the students of the assigned class. Take is as some sort of competition to decide who the best is. As for that, you all will be paired to go up against an Isami pair. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir," the students replied, less enthusiastic about the visit now that a test was added on top.

Taking light of their diminished moods, Aizawa took out a remote from his pocket and held it up. "Together with the other teachers, we came up with a list of the pairs. A lot of things were taken into consideration while pairing you up, such as the ability to work as a team, mental strength, endurance and ability to keep time. Some pairings may seem unfair but only to a novice's thinking," slightly turning to the side, he went to press the 'on' button but briefly paused to add. "Due to the uneven number, one team will comprise of three. Don't worry. That team of three is taken care of and will be pitted against a capable one. Alright, here are the names."

On pressing the button, a holographic screen appeared in front of the students, displaying the names of the pairs.

Murmurs swamped through the students as they read the list to locate their names. (Y/n) squinted her eyes as they glided across her screen in search of her name and her partner's.

1. Yaoyorozu Momo and Kaminari Denki

2. Tokoyami Fumikage and Sato Rikidou

3. Todoroki Shouto and Kirishima Eijirou

4. Aoyama Yuga and Mineta Minoru

5. Uraraka Ochaco and Ojiro Mashirao

6. Midoriya Izuku and Ashido Mina

7. Bakugou Katsuki and (L/n) (F/n)

...

...

What-

"Alright," Aizawa turned off the screen and returned the remote into his pocket. "Now that you've seen who your partner is, we'll move on to the next stage. The gym has already been prepared by Cementoss much like the time you were practicing your special moves. Now, without wasting time, pair up. Practice your special moves, get familiar with your partner, strategize. You have the whole gym and one hour remaining. Use it wisely."

"Yes, sir!"

While people dispersed towards the now opened gym doors, (Y/n)'s feet remained rooted to the ground as she stared blankly into space. She didn't even hear her name being called over the drowning sounds of mental anguish and the racing of her horrified heart.

"(Y/n)."

Of all the people she had to be paired with.

"(Y/n)?"

She clenched her shaky hands into fists, digging her nails into her sweaty palms. Was this what her bad luck had narrowed down to?

"(Y/n)!"

The smacking sound and vision-invading sight of two hands being clapped made her jolt back to reality. Blinking, she turned her disgruntled gaze towards Mina.

Mina crinkled her eyebrows in concern. "Wow, you were literally out of it back there."

On getting no response from (Y/n), she laughed it off. "I guess you're also disappointed. It looks like tomorrow we can't make it to that public bath you and Uraraka were talking about," her voice then lowered as she neared the girl with a hand covering one side of her mouth. "But at least something good came out of this and you got paired up with your crush. So take this chance to spend some quality time with him, okay?"

(Y/n)'s tongue felt as dry as a bone.

"Ashido!"

"Ah!" Mina perked up and shot a thumbs up over her shoulder at her partner. "Coming!" turning back to (Y/n), she grinned. "Well, I have to go. Happy familiarizing!"

With vacant eyes, (Y/n) stared at the spot where Mina was a while ago before leaving her to go with Midoriya into the gym.

She didn't even need to see him or hear his voice to know that she was left alone with him. Standing behind her with his dominant presence surrounding him and aggressive, sharp gaze scalding the back of her head.

Reluctantly looking over her shoulder, her eyes locked on like magnets with wine red ones.

Her heart nearly shattered.

Jaws set with an unmistakable scowl, Katsuki glared back at her, eyes fiery and narrowed, glinting with hidden emotion yet raw irritation. Despite the intensity behind his eyes, (Y/n) fought back the itching urge to look away. Her resolve, however, was immediately dubbed useless when Katsuki took it upon himself to break the heavy eye contact when he began walking towards the gym, passing her without a single word.

Swallowing, she dug her fingers into the fabric over her stomach. Bile threatened to rise into her heavy chest, making her feel queasy and uncomfortable.

Briefly casting her anxious gaze to the side, the girl sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.

It was gonna be one hell of a long P.E session.

***

(Y/n) stood a safe distance away while she watched Katsuki practice his special move.

She had long ago resigned herself to maintain her silence and just trail after him like a lost puppy since as partners, they had to be together. And with Aizawa, along with a recently joined class 1-B's class teacher, Vlad King watching, she also had to act as if they're working together, albeit her being an audience.

But infuriatingly enough, Katsuki wasn't making it easier for her since he didn't even attempt to look at her much less acknowledge her presence. Which would've been a little bit nicer instead of acting like nothing happened after she had narrowly dodged a blow to her head by rock pieces from a boulder he had exploded.

Feeling the irritation she had harbored since their earlier interaction in the library spark to life in her veins, she firmly crossed her hands over her chest and silently huffed.

This was so not how her peaceful, wonderful day was supposed to go.

"AP SHOT!!!"

With an unimpressed look on her face, (Y/n) watched as Katsuki disintegrated a hole in a boulder with a loud boom, causing dust and smoke to rise while stray pieces of rock flew across the air.

After casually ducking her head when a stray rock came hurtling towards her, she released another defeated sigh. While Katsuki was having the time of his life admiring how his special move was perfected with that stupid smug smirk of his, (Y/n) was just standing there, watching.

She set her lips in a grim line. She wanted the day to end already.

The indistinguishable cracking of nearby ice momentarily stole her attention away from Katsuki and she turned her head towards one of the cement pillars next to theirs. On it, was a glorious mountain made out of ice shards, created by the one and only Shouto who was standing at the very top of the sharp shards. At the foot of it was Kirishima, arms hardened and furiously punching their way through the solid ice.

While she watched him pummel the icy barrier, (Y/n) zoned out.

What she didn't know though was that when zoning out while enviously thinking about how awesome it would've been to have a cooperating partner like either one of them, her eyes had trailed back to Shouto, making it look like she was staring at him.

Exhaling cold condensation from his mouth, Shouto raised his frosted right hand and looked at it for a moment. The sudden strong feeling of being watched washed over him, causing him to drop his hand and instinctively turn to look at the girl standing on the next pillar to theirs.

Zoning back in, it didn't take her very long to realize that Shouto was looking right back at her and that she had been caught red-handed "staring". With shock and embarrassment flashing across her widened eyes, (Y/n) began bobbing her head while she looked around the gym, awkwardly playing it off like she wasn't just staring but analyzing what the others were doing.

Forcing her eyes to remain trained on anything else that wasn't him, she grimaced. Even from where she was standing, she could feel 'the look' pierce through her skin, causing the ends of her hair to stand up. It had been a while since she was at the receiving end of Shouto's special stare and she concluded that she hadn't missed it. Not one bit.

Finally, the nerve-wracking chill across her skin dissipated, indicating that Shouto had found better things to do rather than silently judge her. Shifting her weight to one foot, she began rubbing her hand up and down her arm. She pouted at the ground and wondered what she had done to deserve his judgment this time.

She raised her head, the first thing she sees being Katsuki as he leveled his hands towards a large cement wall protruding from the ground.

Her forehead puckered.

She looked around the gym once more. Everyone was working together yet there she was standing around like a mannequin on display. She glanced at Shouto, who was now facing off against a rock-hard Kirishima then back to Katsuki.

Realization dawned on her face.

Taking a deep breath, she knew she had no choice. She couldn't just keep standing there. Like she had made a mental note of earlier, it was time to take a leap of faith. Even though that leap may end up with broken bones, at least she had made an attempt. Plus if he wasn't going to be the mature one between them as observed from his silent treatment, then that only meant that she had to do it. No matter how much she didn't want to.

She pursed her lips in hesitation when she felt her heart tremor violently against her ribcage.

Okay so, Shouto's mental scolding may have knocked some sense into her, but that didn't do anything to quell the anxious butterflies drilling holes into her stomach and looming urge to be anywhere else rather than where she was.

Licking her dry lips, she decided that it was time to take that leap of faith.

"Hey!" she loudly called out as she stepped forward towards Katsuki. "Bakugou!"

Or more like a step of faith.

Not missing the way he stiffened once his name slipped from her lips, (Y/n)'s ignored the hike in her breath when he turned to face her.

"The fuck you want?" Katsuki spat, not bothering to hide the irritation in his rough voice.

Progress. I think. "L-Look," (Y/n) stuttered, much to her chagrin. Taking in another sharp breath to calm her nerves, she soldiered on. "As much as I don't like having you as my partner, we should at least try and-and get along, for tomorrow's practice, so-

"Piss off," he cut her off, already turning away from her to resume his practice. "I don't need you. I'll win on my fucking own."

The female sent him an offended look. Feeling her patience slowly run thin, she choked out a strangled laugh and ran her hands through her hair with the urge to pull at it. She then released a mix of a groan and sigh before starting towards him.

"Look, I get that you're mad at me, okay? I get it! But can at least try and act like a grown-up and-!"

"You get it?" Katsuki interrupted her with a scoff, whirling around to snarl at her with bared teeth. "You get what?! No! You don't fucking get anything, you cynical moron!"

"What?! I-" (Y/n) instantly stopped when Katsuki stepped into her bubble.

"And what are you, my fucking mother?!" he sneered to her face, giving her a demeaning once over. "Were you expecting us to sit by the fucking fire and sing Kumbaya while holding each other's hands?!"

Suddenly feeling small, (Y/n) took a defensive step back. "That's-That's not what I said!" she pointed a finger to his face. "And will you stop interrupting me every time I'm speaking?!"

Katsuki roughly swatted her hand away from him, making her wince.

"Then shut up and stay out my fucking way, you sleazy bitch," he growled, low and dangerous. "I'll say it one more time in case your ears weren't fucking working," he took a warning step forward towards her, his eyes burned into hers with loathing and bitterness. "I. Don't. Fucking. Need. You."

Satisfied with the hurt that transformed her red face, Katsuki clicked his tongue and turned around. His stupid feelings for (Y/n) had always been trapped in a bottle way deep inside of him. A bottle with strong resolve but with a large crack on the side due to her rejection, causing vengeance, jealousy, hurt and most of all, rage to always find a way to seep through the cracks and show their shitty selves to the one person they shouldn't. He hated it. Fuck-he hated it. He hated being so damn weak in front of her. So by walking away, hopefully, he'd be able to get away from her before he'd do something he'd later on regret. Or else, the bottle would crack even further and they'd both be cut by the pieces.

(Y/n), however, was unaware of his internal turmoil as she was stewing in her own emotional one. She wasn't about to let it slide. Digging her nails into her palms to a point it was painful, the girl watched him walk away from her as her body trembled with conflicting emotions and spiteful words. Tears of frustration pricked at her eyes and she angrily swiped them away with her fingers.

No.

There was no way she was going to cry, fucking again, because of some moody asshole playing the victim. She had shaved off five years of her lifespan just so that she could muster up the courage to speak to him. There was no fucking way she'd let him leave without having the last word.

So she opened her mouth:

"Fuck you."

Katsuki stilled. He ground his teeth. Hard.

The bottle was being dangerously rattled.

He slowly turned back.

"The fuck you just say?"

(Y/n) glared back at him, aware of the alarm bells that went off in her brain at the sight of Katsuki's trembling, aggravated stance and the chords bulging out of his neck but choosing to ignore them to think with her emotions instead.

"I said FUCK. YOU! FUCK YOU KATSUKI BAKUGOU!"

"Ha?" he tilted his chin up, his pupils narrowing to pinpricks as his lip curled up in a menacing growl. "Oi, bitch-you wanna fuckin' die?"

"Go ahead! I give up!" she snapped, all the fucks she gave completely being thrown out the window as she decided to give him a piece of her mind. "But you know what?! Why don't I give you some free advice before then?! Stop smoking whatever you're on and get your head out your ass!" she threw a mocking hand at his direction. "There! Now I'm your life coach!"

Katsuki scoffed in derision. "You're one to fucking talk. Acting like you're God's perfect gift."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" her eyes narrowed.

The bottle finally exploded.

"It means get in the fucking real world!" the boy barked, crow's feet forming at the corner of his bulging eyes. "Acting like some fucking puppy when things don't go your way! Wake up and face the hell-world, Sunshine! Not everything's about your sorry ass!"

(Y/n) placed a hand on her forehead and scoffed a disbelieving laugh. "At what point did I even-"

"Shut up! All you do is fucking whine. Oh, poor fucking (Y/n)!" he sneered. "Everything's going terrible for her, let's make it even fucking worse. Well newsflash, princess! Not everyone gets to blurt out how they fuckin feel every minute of their miserable, pathetic life so get with the fucking program!" he stared her down with an icy stare, devoid of any sympathy. "It's no wonder no one wants to be around you."

(Y/n) flatlined.

"Whoa Bakugou!" a firm hand came down to his chest to stop him from advancing as a familiar redhead appeared in front of him, block him from the view of (Y/n). "Calm down! Why are you even shouting at-"

Not knowing when and where the fuck he showed up from, Katsuki roughly cut him short by grabbing the concerned boy's collar and pulled him closer.

"Keep your fucking nose outta my damn business if you know what's fucking good for you," he growled to his shocked face in a warning tone.

Sensing that he had probably overstepped his boundaries this time and from the sheer promise held in those words alone, Kirishima withdrew. Muttering 'okay, sorry bro', he held his hands up in apology and surrender.

A sudden loud sniffle caught the attention of both boys, causing them to freeze before their heads snapped towards (Y/n). Their eyes widened.

(Y/n)'s bottom lip quivered, her shoulders dropping in resignation. She constantly sniffed while she resisted the tears, but they came anyway, spilling over the sides of her eyes.

She blinked away the tears that blurred her vision.

Why was she crying? Why had his words hurt her so much to a point she felt like she was withering inside? Why was she not doing anything? And why did it feel so much like that time back in junior high? Just how many times was she going to cry because of him? Wasn't he tired of hurting her?

Ashamed of the tears that didn't stop coursing down her cheeks, (Y/n) wiped them away with the heel of her shaky palm. She sniffled and choked out a sob. She had to get out of there.

Turning around to run off the scene, she didn't fail to notice that some of her other classmates were watching from on top of their pillars, having had long ago stopped their practice to watch them argue both with curiosity and confusion.

Feeling her throat painfully tighten, (Y/n) increased her pace, desperate to get away from everyone and that suffocating tension.

Once she had left, Katsuki shoved Kirishima off him, causing him to stumble back. Shoving his trembling hands into his pockets, the boy's scowl twisted even further when the dreaded pang in his chest hit once more. He cast his resentful gaze to the side.

It wasn't the fucking time or place to feel guilty after what he had just said. What was done was done. No use crying over spilled milk.

When he went to turn to get away from his moron classmates, he caught the searching eyes of Uraraka and stilled. Narrowing his widened eyes at her expression while mentally giving himself shit for having been caught by fucking round face for looking like he gave a shit, he simply glossed it over by clicking his tongue and turned to finally walk away.

Uraraka was, for a lack of a better word, confused more than ever. Not once looking away from Katsuki as he headed to God knows where, she tried coming up with logical reasons as to why he would get into an argument with (Y/n) to a point where he'd say those mean things. She had heard most of them, right from when Katsuki asked her if she was his mother. They most likely had no idea that their voices were too loud, managing to pierce through the drowning sounds of Quirks being activated, battle cries and rocks breaking to a point that not only she and her partner but the students near their pillar stopped to see what the commotion was.

A vertical wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows as she regarded the ash-blonde with curiosity.

Did his negative attitude towards her perhaps stem from her feelings for him? Katsuki wasn't the easiest person to relate with but that didn't mean he was as a liar. His actions most often than not spoke of his true feelings towards a person so then...did he not accept (Y/n)'s feelings and chose instead to ward her off by being nasty towards her? But to that extent?

Feeling sympathy tug at her heartstrings for her friend, Uraraka averted her eyes away from him when they accidentally fell on Midoriya.

Her sympathy for her nearly disappeared.

His green eyes stared back at (Y/n)'s retreating figure at the distance, sadness and ache swirling within them. It was the very same look he'd have every time he thought about (Y/n) or whenever her name came up, reminding him of the fact that they weren't on good terms and that he didn't have the courage to do something about it. His body urged him to chase after her, to comfort her but his mind kept reminding him of their rocky situation, the issues that surrounded them which towered over whatever she was going on. But despite that common sense, he couldn't help but feel guilty and hateful towards himself for being the cause of it all.

Unaware of the pair of eyes staring at him, Midoriya fisted the fabric of his P.E trousers out of pure frustration and glowered down at his shoes. If only he hadn't said anything, maybe, just maybe, none of this would've been going on and (Y/n) wouldn't be suffering.

Uraraka thinned her lips into a straight line as she observed the freckled teen's despairing demeanor. She wanted to reach out to him, hug him, and assure him that it was all alright and that he didn't have to worry about (Y/n) because she could take care of herself. But that was only her wishful thinking. She hated seeing him like that. Sad and helpless. Ever since they met, she had always relied on the thought of him to give her the strength to push on. Seeing him like that, made her feel worse. Worse than when she passed on his message to (Y/n).

Turning her head towards the direction where (Y/n) disappeared off to, her expression clouded.

She hated what she was going to do next but she didn't have any other choice. She had already promised herself.

Besides, (Y/n) was her best friend.

If she knew of her feelings for Midoriya, she'd also do the same for her.

Wouldn't she...?

***