One shot by Me

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🔸️Genre : Angst

▪️Pair : Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka

© Boku no Hero academia characters only belong to Kohei Horikoshi

® Nothing that happens here follows the original plot. This is just a fantasy and made by the author.

® No quirks, so here they are just normal teenagers without a Kosei.

® Translate fanfic from my oneshot project

//Warning, selfharm,Suicide //

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I walked along the path that I usually use to get home. Looking at every vehicle that passes beside me, sometimes makes me feel calm. I'm weird, and I just don't care.

The yellow backpack that I've always used since I was in junior high school, got wet because of a childhood friend who always bullied me, and I don't blame him for that. He did it because I was weak. Can't defend myself, can only walk and cry.

People call me by painful nicknames, but who am I to complain about them? I won't be able to fight them even if I try.

That I went through when I was a junior high school student. Right now, being in a well-known school called UA, I didn't get bullied too badly like when I was in middle school two years ago, yes, although my childhood friends who are always looking for opportunities to annoy me, but I have a friends who always help me.

Including the girl with short auburn brown hair who is always beside me. Thinking about her makes my heart flutter and my face heats up too. There was also a strange feeling in my stomach, like a swarm of butterflies flying there.

I smiled Then closed my eyes, and stupidly I didn't notice that someone was carrying piles of books in a hurry. We collided with each other, the books he was carrying scattered tumbling down.

I helped him, picked up the fallen book and handed it to him. After we apologized to each other I went straight back home, and this time I'm not going to close my eyes again and fall like before. Was it not enough that I was humiliated at school?

Breathing fresh air from some grass that grows near a kindergarten amusement park, I feel my body become refreshed. The gentle scent of the cool wind and dew of rain made me smile again.

I stepped back into the apartment where I live.

Sighing I picked up a few bottles of cans that were scattered on the street and put them in the trash can. Why are so many people not paying attention to the environment? Aren't they afraid of disaster?

Feeling that I had thought enough about it, I walked back home. Through its many alleys and lanes, I sometimes ask myself. Why do I live in an apartment with lots of twists and turns like this?

I finally arrived in front of the apartment building. I entered the building and looked for the number 302 of my apartment number, where I live.

I took out my key and turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered.

"I am home." I say.

I'm laughing. Have I gone crazy? Or am I just forgetful? Between the two options, maybe I am the forgetful person.

Living alone, without your mother who usually always prepares everything for you is quite difficult, as I have had to learn to be independent since my mother decided to live with my father in America one year ago. At first my mother also invited me to move but I refused the invitation, I was very comfortable here. At my current school, together with my friends and also the beautiful hazel eyed girl.

I entered the room, throwing away the heavy backpack that I had been carrying. Lying down on the soft single bed which is always my friend when I want to relax.

My mind wanders, thinking about random things that just pass through my mind. Staring at the ceiling, for some reason, I was thinking of her instead.

The sweet smile that I get every morning every time I meet her, the warm hug that comforts me when I cry alone in the library, that girl always accompanies me. She's my friend, and like a teenager in general she always makes me feel special, she even makes me feel safer than with my mother, no, it's not that I don't love mom, it's just that this is different, I feel like me with her .

Sighing I feel again the sensation I felt before and this always happens when I think about her. Her face, everything about her. My heart can't stay still. I'm sometimes tired of having to put on a smile that suddenly presents itself.

I sat up, and grabbed the small Pillow that was on the side. I screamed while covering my face with the pillow.

"I'm going crazy over time!" I sighed, then threw the pillow in my hand.

Not long after, this empty stomach finally rumbled, I walked to the kitchen and took the packet of instant noodles that I always make when I'm in an urgent situation or when I'm too lazy to order food.

I turn on the stove, boil the water that has been put in the pot.

'if only she could cook me a meal like she usually brings me food at school for lunch...'

Ugh, I hate my mind! I Can't forget her at all.

Stupid me, I don't want her to leave my mind.

The sound of boiling water woke me from my daydream.

Time to fill my stomach.

•••

The usual mornings that I pass are in the large U.A library, the calm atmosphere that makes me always come here.

Coupled with the many books that are neatly arranged, so it is not difficult to find the books that will be needed.

This time I'm reading one of the Riddle novels by a well-known publisher. I really like his works.

When I was engrossed in reading a tiny hand closed my eyes, a delicate hand that I knew who it belonged to.

"Deku-kun, guess who I am?" She said to me.

This girl really doesn't know what she's doing now, my heart feels like it's about to burst. Taking a few breaths, I tried to calm the nervousness that was always present when she was near me.

"Who? Ashido-san? Asui-san? Or Hagakure-san?" This time I tried to play with her, I don't know what made me do this but, I feel like I just want to spend the last time with her.

"You're not fun, deku-kun." Before she could remove her fingers from my eyes, I held it back. "Sorry Uraraka-san, I just wanted to joke with you. Every now and then." I slowly took her hand away from my face.

Pulling her arm forward, in order to see something there, I felt something pinch from her wrist, the soft hand was slightly swollen with a few lines.

"What's up with your hand?" I looked back asking her.

The surprised look on Uraraka's face made me a little suspicious, does she have a problem? Is someone bothering her?

Unknowingly Uraraka had pulled back her hand, releasing it from my grasp.

She sat beside me while playing with hers front hair which had two long manes compared to her back hair. "It's just a wound while cooking. When I was frying earlier." She told me about the wound on her wrist.

I nodded my head. Trust whatever Uraraka tells me. After all she's not a liar, Uraraka is too kind to lie to me.

Just as I was about to continue reading the book, Uraraka's hand stopped it.

"What is it?"

Uraraka smiled then took out a lunch box from the small backpack that I just realized she was carrying. "Your lunch..." she said.

She handed me the box, and at the same time I saw her shaking hands and her face that looked like she was in pain. Was it because of the wound on her hand?

Welcoming the lunch box, I put it on the table. "Thank you Uraraka-san..." I said cutting off a few words I said, only to see her response.

"Eum, do you want me to take you to the infirmary? Uraraka-san you look weak and pale. Your hands also need to be treated, what if there is an infection?"

Uraraka just shook her head, this girl is really stubborn. "I'm fine, just a little sore. It will heal later," she smiled.

But her smile this time made me nervous. Smile as if this is the last time we are together. Why? What is it I feel like this?

Shaking my head. I try not to think of such strange things. "Come on Uraraka-san, I don't want you to get sick."

She smiled again, "It's okay deku-kun, I'm fine. Besides, we also have to eat. Soon the bell will ring."

Uraraka started to open her lunch box slowly, the wound on hers hand made it difficult for her to move, I really wanted to help her but considering hers nature that didn't like to be helped in small things like this made me discouraged, I didn't want to upset her later and she'll angry to me.

"You don't want to eat, deku-kun?" The question made me immediately open the lunch box, her sad face when she thought I didn't want to eat this was very painful, and I didn't like it.

She smiled at me, then took the chopsticks and ate the lunch she had prepared.

And I, of course, followed her to eat.

Uraraka's cuisine is really good. This girl is very good at cooking, I am lucky to be able to taste her homemade food every school day.

We spent lunch in the library. Luckily there is no ban on eating in the library at this school, if there was I don't know where else to eat.

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Uraraka and I are now walking side by side towards class. My heart is pounding again, being alone with this girl is not good for health.

My eyes fell again on hers injured hand, I didn't know what the wound on her arm was that bothered me, like something was wrong.

Uraraka hid her hand behind her back as if she knew I was watching her injured hand. Or does she know?

I looked at her, looking at her who was looking away. Is she mad at me? I'm very restless.

Before we got to class I pulled her hand, hugged her. I don't know where this courage comes from, but I don't care I just need to be near her now.

"Don't be mad at me, don't leave me." I asked her.

Uraraka returned my hug, gently tugging on the white uniform I was wearing. My clothes feel wet. She is crying now.

It never crossed my mind that she would cry like this, in my arms like this.

I brought my hand to the top of her head, stroking her short auburn hair.

"Just spill it Uraraka-san." Her screams got louder. I really wanted to cry with her, hearing a small voice that was closed a little because she was hugging me made me try to be strong. Don't want to make this girl worry.

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"Deku-kun," the call made me lean my face down, meeting her teary eyes, I wiped the tears that were still stubbornly falling on her eyelids.

She smiled, ahh, that smile that I used to see, a beautiful smile that always makes me strong every time I see it. "Keep smiling like this you look beautiful with that smile," her cheeks reddened and I realized what I said, I quickly released her from my embrace, "Sorry Uraraka-san. I-I didn't mean to!" My face is red. I'm so embarrassed now.

"Pfft-it's okay deku-kun this is the first time you compliment me like this, I'm happy..." she said calming me down.

She then sighed softly. "Thank you... For everything, and sorry if I can't do what you asked me to, forgive me if I can't fulfill our promise... Thanks again." Her words were like a goodbye.

I'm worried, I'm afraid she will leave. But she smiled again, took my hand and stroked it. "Don't be afraid deku-kun I will always be by your side. Always,"

I smiled back at her, then grabbed her hand to return to class.

"Deku-kun go to class first, I want to go to the toilet for a bit..." she told me.

Uraraka let go of our hands and looked at me for a moment then smiled back. "I'll go first, okay?"

She moved away, her back slowly disappeared from my sight, I sighed. "I hope you don't do anything weird Uraraka-san." I whispered.

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Iida came in a hurry his face looked very worried, he looked like he was about to cry. "Ur-ura-uraraka-kun..."

Hearing her name I ran out looking towards the window, a lot of people gathered below. Blood was seen flowing from there.

My breath was tight. I can't seem to breathe, I'm back again running downstairs to see if it's true what I've been worrying about is happening.

Slowly my feet stepped into the body that lay stiff, fresh blood flowing profusely. Everyone was hysterical, everyone was screaming but I didn't hear anything. All I could think of was hers helpless face, hers bloodied face without a beautiful smile on her pretty face.

I approached her, I fell and sat beside her, hugging her motionless body. I didn't want her to leave but she didn't listen to me, I didn't want her to stay away from me but she was too stubborn to listen to me. At least give me a chance to convey my feelings to you before you actually leave.

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I was in my room, a dark room that no one wanted to enter. It's been about a month since she left but I can't forget anything about her.

Walking to a drawer, I took out a worn, almost torn piece of paper and reread the writing that was already inside.

'maybe by the time you find this letter I will no longer be by your side.

I'm sorry I broke our promise, I'm sorry that I can't fulfill all the things we have planned when we graduate.

Once again sorry for all the wrong things I did to you.

Honestly I want to say that I like you, sorry if this is a little late or if it gets weird because I may no longer be by your side, but I need to remind you once again, I will always be in your heart, I will always take care of you from afar That's the only promise I can keep.

Maybe in this life we ​​can't be together, maybe in this life we ​​just know each other.

But in another world, in our next life I just want you to promise me and I promise you, that we will definitely be together. Someday we will meet.

Your dear friend
Ochako Uraraka...'

I dropped myself, leaning on the edge of the bed while tightly gripping this old paper. If only I could have said my feelings sooner, if only I had said it at that time, maybe she could still think twice about leaving, maybe she could wait to leave me.

I looked once again at the paper hugging the old paper. I cried, and cried again. I hugged my legs, buried my head in them and started crying again, the tears wouldn't stop coming out. I can only remember memories of me and her. Only that.

I tightly gripped her last gift. Staring blankly at the dark ceiling of my room, whispering.

"Wait for me Ochako..."

NEW END 

I'm walking alone, tonight is a very lonely night, why are there no vehicles passing by here? It's still nine o'clock though.

I looked around, saw some drunk people who seemed to have just come out of the bar, lots of people said that drinking can reduce stress, will if I drink I can meet Ochako again? Can it?

Walking to the bar, I reached into my pocket, I laughed, I didn't bring any money, apparently. Someone tapped my shoulder lightly, I turned to look at him. Seen a tall man with a gray suit and black pants tidying up some areas of his wrinkled shirt. I stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Son, what are you doing here?" he said.

He looked at me confused, and I don't blame him either, who would be okay with seeing a seventeen year old in front of a bar like this. I didn't answer and chose to remain silent. Looks like I really don't want to talk to people this time.

He then brought his hand to my head, gently stroking my messy hair. "You got a girl pregnant?"

I backed away, shaking my head quickly. "She goes." The two words managed to come out of my mouth, I tried not to cry, but my tears kept flowing. I hate this, I hate looking weak in front of people I don't even know.

He rubbed my back, "Hey, never mind. You don't have to cry like this, I'm sure one day you can forget her--" The man couldn't finish his words, I shook his hand roughly. What does he know about me? What does he know about Ochako? I don't want to forget that girl, I don't want to forget her.

I ran from there not caring about the man's screams, I ran and ran until I finally reached a busy highway, many vehicles were moving fast.

Without thinking I stepped into the road, allowing the big car to hit me.

The sound of people screaming was heard, I still didn't pay attention to them until suddenly a hand pulled me from the highway.

The hand embraced me, the warm feeling I had not felt for a long time returned, I really miss this warm feeling. And these hands stroking my hair, I know very well who they are.

"Father, Mother, what are you doing here?" I asked slowly. I couldn't look into their eyes, I couldn't see the sad reflection in their eyes.

My mother forced to look at me, "Honey, your mom and dad won't leave you like this. We don't want you to try to kill yourself like that, i...i... I'm sorry..." I hugged my mom back, because I , because of me she cried like this, because I was too stupid I made my father and mother sad like this.

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"Deku-kun, hello, it's morning. Don't you want to see me? You've grown so tall now, I can't reach your head anymore. Huft, you! You've grown up and look I'm still short! You're handsome."

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"DAD WAS UP! IT'S MORNING! Daddy C'MON, I WANT TO MEET MOM!"

I woke up with this little girl jumping on my bed, my little daughter really couldn't let me wake up calmly in the morning, "Yeah for a second, did Ocha take a shower?" The little girl nodded. "See, Ocha is also wearing clothes, beautiful? Like mama." I smile this girl always has surprises.

"Dad goes to the bathroom, okay? You just wait outside." Ocha ran out, this little girl was very excited. Same it seems.

I wash my face, the dream again. The dream that always comes when I want to meet her. And she never left.

A knock woke me up, "Papa! Hurry up!"

I chuckled at that, "Yeah, just a minute. You seem really looking forward to seeing your mama." The five-year-old girl was heard stomping her feet. "I want to see mama! That's why papa don't take too long, hurry up!"

"Yes."

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We got here, it's been about eight years I haven't been here I usually see it via video call with Tenya, the last time I came here was when I was going to America. How I miss her.

Followed by Ocha, I sat beside the tombstone, the tombstone engraved with her name. Ochako Uraraka.

"Hey, did you miss me? Weird huh? It's been eight years, more than likely we haven't spoken. And look what I brought, a little girl who looks just like you. Maybe not so much but her hazel eyes remind me of you da--"

"Mama! I'm Ocha, nice to meet you, why is  mother sleeping so long? Don't you miss papa? Papa misses Mama all the time! Every day he sees pictures of Mama, and every day he tells stories about Mama to Ocha. Ocha has also seen pictures Mom, you're so beautiful." Ocha saw me, I nodded at her to continue the conversation.

"Look at Ocha's hair, even though Ocha's hair isn't brown like mama and it's green like papa, but Ocha asked papa to cut Ocha's hair like mama, like Ochako Uraraka! Ocha also likes mochi, when papa said mama likes mochi, Ocha had to like Mochi too! Then Ocha really likes stars, papa said mama likes stars, right? Well, Ocha also likes it, mama even though we never met, Ocha loves mama..." Ocha smiled.

I feel like crying watching it. But I have to be strong for Ocha and Ochako's sake.

"Don't think that I've forgotten you Ochako, because I still love you so much. I wouldn't be able to forget you for another girl, and I wouldn't be able to do that, I love you too much." I gently stroked the tombstone staring sadly at it until suddenly Ocha shouted.

"MAMA!" She said pointing to the side he sat, I paid full attention to what he was pointing at, but there was nothing there, empty.

I looked at her again, her smile didn't go away. She stood up and ran towards the thing she was pointing at, "Papa. Mama is very beautiful, her clothes are also like the one Papa showed Ocha that time, the uniform is white and the skirt is dark green! Her hair is also like Ocha!" I looked at her in disbelief, is Ochako really here?

Can Ocha see things that ordinary people can't see?

"Dad, mommy is so beautiful!" Ocha glanced up, he then jumped happily. "Papa! Mama hug me and stroke my head!" She said while stroking her own head.

And if it's true that Ochako is here I want to talk to her. "Ochako, are you really here? I really miss you..." I looked at where Ocha was looking. Ocha then looked at me, it seemed dhe was just playing around.

"Pa, mama said she misses Deku-kun too. Who is Deku-kun, dad?" I'm wide-eyed. Ochako is really here. I can't hold back my tears anymore.

"Oh, so papa is deku-kun. So that's mama's affectionate call to papa, mama don't pinch the sore cheek." I can only see Ocha and Ochako's interaction, I hope she's not angry I told Ocha that Ochako is her mother.

Suddenly Ocha was in front of me gently stroking my head, "mama stroked papa's head," said this little girl. I couldn't help but smile, I haven't felt warmth like this in a long time. "Mama said, deku-kun don't cry anymore. his face is not handsome when he cries," ocha wiped my tears, "mama wiped papa's tears." I don't know if I'm crazy or if I'm out of my mind but I feel my cheeks turn red because of a ghost, Ochako's ghost.

Ocha then hugged me, "pa, mama said she would take care of me and papa from afar, from above and mama is also hugging papa..." I hugged Ocha the girl again then looked at me worried. "Pa, mama why are you fading? Papa, mama are missing..."

Just before Ocha said that I heard Ochaki say that he loves me in my ear. I really have gone crazy it seems.

I smiled, feeling very happy when I knew that Ochako was always by my side as she promised me. I looked at Ocha she looked like she was staring at something, "Pa, there are older sister wearing white clothes and long hair, she's looking here, Pa, I want to play with her can I?"

I stood holding Ocha and immediately ran away from there, this little girl waved not knowing what to do with her hand, "sister's chest is bleeding, I and Papa go home." She said.

Oh god, what do I have to face this time?

END

Sorry if it's not sad, I'm not good at making angst. It's the first time.