Nighttime

Uraraka's POV

                   This has been the worst day of my life. Deku's dead... my Deku. I thought it couldn't get any worse but fate had other plans. A few hours passed and we were all sitting in the common room, without a sound. We then heard the front doors open along with the steps of multiple people. We looked and saw that it was Class 1-B, as well as the entire staff. Deku's mom was also present, who I hugged as we tried to comfort each other. The class sat on what available spaces there were on the couch and the floor. The teachers just stood in front of us, wearing the same face of sorrow as us. Once everyone was settled, Mr. Aizawa began.

                  "Hello everyone. I am going to assume you all know why we're gathered here today." I heard him say with a hint of regret in his voice. Even the emotionless Aizawa is saddened by this. "Izuku Midoriya was a student, a hero-in-training, and a friend." Everyone began tearing up at that sentence, me included. "The police investigated the site where they believed he jumped..." He hesitated before gulping. "... where they found a note." I started crying after that. Iida came and comforted me, but I pushed him away. I don't know why... but I just didn't want anyone. "...And by law, we must read it out... unfortunately. If you cannot bear to handle it, then you are free to leave." After he said that, no one left. I didn't think I could handle it, but I needed to know. He then held up a note and coughed a bit before starting. 

               "I will be useful in the next life. Goodbye Small Might, thanks for nothing you lying hypocrite."

                   I immediately darted my eyes at All Might, who had a somewhat panicked look on his face. What did Deku mean by that? I thought he loved All Might. Now he's talking badly of him? What did he do?

                "Kaachan, enjoy One For All. You're gonna need it." 

                 Kaachan? Bakugou? What's One For All? I don't understand! I then saw All Might start looking even more nervous. What's going on?

                  I then saw All Might step up and clear his voice. He begins to explain the truth behind his quirk and how it was transferred from generation to generation. He then revealed to us how Deku was his successor and the ninth inheritor. I couldn't believe it. Deku was really chosen by All Might to carry on his torch. Wait... if Deku was dead then wouldn't that mean that the power was gone? I asked All Might about this and what he said made my heart ache. He told us he took the power back when Deku got in the accident. It ached even worse when I discovered that he replaced him with Bakugou. I couldn't believe it. Why would All Might give up on him? I know he had his injuries but he still could have done something... couldn't he? He went back to his spot as Mr. Aizawa continued. What he said next shattered my heart.

                    "Uraraka, I loved you, but you gave up on me. Goodbye.

                    No... No I refuse to believe that... I never gave up on him... NEVER! I would always try to hang out with him after school but he just avoided me. HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!? I could feel everyone else look at me. I couldn't handle it anymore, and before I knew it I was sobbing and running out the door. I thought I could handle this. I THOUGHT I WAS STRONG! I kept on running until I reached a local park outside campus. I was out of breath and my mind was all over the place. I sat down on a bench and tried to calm myself down before I felt another presence near me.

                   "Excuse me, but is everything alright?"

                    I opened my eyes to see a boy my age standing in front of me. He was wearing a black suit, black tie, and a white undershirt. He also had a black trench coat on over it. He had long black hair that was slicked back. He was wearing sunglasses over his eyes and a surgeons mask, obscuring his face completely. I should have been scared, but I didn't feel any fear.

                   "N-No... Today has been the worst! My friend took his own life and it was all my fault! It was the heroes' fault!" I began sobbing before, and before I knew it I felt the boy place his trench coat on my back as he sat down next to me. It was warm, and had a pleasant scent to it. 

                  "I know of the man you speak of. Izuku Midoriya was wrongfully taken, but if you insist that you wronged him, then you may be redeemed in time... Ochaco Uraraka." My eyes widened. How did he know my name? I turned to ask him but realized no one was there. How was that possible? All that was left was the face mask lying on the bench beside her, with something written on the inside.

An old friend will stretch his hand to you. Take it, and you will find redemption.

                 What's that even mean? I then remembered the coat he placed over me. He must have left it by accident. As I took it off, I caught a familiar scent off of it. I didn't know it, but I craved it. It was the best thing I've ever smelled. It smelled... just so familiar... just so sweet... just like...

...DEKU.