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Kacchan stopped. You took off the roller-skates and put on your normal shoes before looking at him.

"Thank you for walking—er, pulling me home!" you said, twinkling at him.

He just scoffed. "I'm not doing it again. I only did this to prove to you that my Quirk is better."

"I think your Quirk is amazing, Kacchan~" you complimented.

He only reacted by turning his gaze away—hoping he didn't appear too red-faced. "Oh, be quiet." After a pause, he rubbed his right hand. He seemed to be in a bit of discomfort.

"What's wrong?"

"NOTHING. It's just a bruise one of those idiots gave me. I've endured much worse though," he proudly boasted.

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" You found out if it did by placing a hand on it. He flinched before snatching his arm away.

"Don't touch me!"

Your eyes went big with concern. "Please, Kacchan. Let me help you."

"I don't need your dang help!"

"I won't stop bothering you until you do~" you pestered while giving the biggest grin he's ever seen.

"Heh. You'd bother me anyway."

"Pleeeeease~?" you begged once more.

He searched the area for any observers before finally agreeing. "Fine. But be quick."

Holding out his wounded hand, you took it and enfolded it in your own. He felt so warm due to his Quirk, and his entire body felt tense. But he stiffened more when he felt your touch. After a few seconds, your restoration Quirk took place. It caused him to calm down, since that was a side effect it gave. He hadn't felt so relaxed in a week—or perhaps a month.

He watched as you closed your eyes in concentration. Your glossy lips formed a small, reassuring smile—which made him blush. And almost immediately, his hand went back to normal.

"Do you feel better?" you asked him.

"Yeah," he sighed.

It seemed as if his hardened expression went soft by a fraction. But he was quick to pull his hand away.

"Uh—see ya, nerd." Kacchan escaped the scene, practically leaving skid marks on the pavement.

You were internally squealing from your moment with your crush. Was he starting to return your feelings. . .in his own weird way!?

Your train of thought was interrupted once the door to your house slammed open. It was your mom. She had on a stained apron, and her hair in a messy ponytail. Smoke poured from the inside and into the outside. Not to mention there was a fire alarm which was beeping in the background.

"No way," she began, coughing. "Was that. . .KATSUKI!?" Her expression was shocked, almost like she had seen one of her ex-husbands again.

"UH—"

"YOUR CHILDHOOD FRIEND!? HIS MOM, MITSUKI, AND I WATCHED TITANIC TOGETHER."

You happily squeaked. "EEEEE! I THINK A ROMANCE IS BLOSSOMING BETWEEN US!"

"OH, MY GOSH—REALLY!?"

"YAAAAASSSS!"

You and your mom started fangirling together, as neighbors judged from a distance. You ran through the door and into your living room. The smell of the oven on fire provided an unpleasant smell—but that didn't matter because right now, you had to share ALL of the details with your mom. Because that was the only important thing in the world at this current moment.

"And then, I held his hand and healed him!" you told her, finishing the last part.

"Girl, if getting lost in a dark alley means this boy will fall in love with you, be sure to take a wrong turn every now and then!" she jokingly advised before chugging down her Hydro Flask full of Kool-Aid.

Ah, she was such a wreck.

You responded, "That's not all! I got third place in the school's Quirk Apprehension Test."

Upon hearing that, she spit out her Kool-Aid. "WHA? Really!? How?"

"I dunno! That's what I've been confused about."

"Well, honey, maybe you have much more potential than you truly know."

"Maybe!" you gasped. "Tomorrow we'll finally get our Hero outfits, from what I hear. I can't wait to receive mine!"

After your conversation, you skipped to your room. You spent a majority of your time listening to music and texting Mina about your evening. She kept spamming you kaomojis, obviously pretty ecstatic about you and Kacchan forming a friendship. When that was done, it was time for some shuteye. You threw on a pajama set and hopped in bed. Snuggling your pillow, you couldn't help but fantasize about tomorrow.

Abruptly, a thudding sound woke you up. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was two in the morning. The sound happened again. You turned to your window, puzzled about what you were hearing. Staggering over, you lifted the frame up, only to see. . .nothing.

"Odd," you mumbled. "Perhaps it was a cat."

Great. Now, you couldn't fall back asleep. So, you just went downstairs to get a midnight snack. When you entered the kitchen, you heard yet another thudding sound.

"Bratty cats," you muttered. When you opened the fridge, you pulled out a bowl of white rice from earlier. You waited for it to heat up in the microwave, but your focus on the timer ended once that same annoying sound returned. Eventually, you got tired of hearing it, so you ran outside and screeched, "SHUT UP, CATS!!"

There was a creepy silence. It was unusually. . .quiet. There weren't any crickets or animals causing a ruckus off in the background like normal.

Eh, I'm just being paranoid. It's probably just a calm night tonight—or maybe my screaming caused them all to hush.

Right as you placed a hand on the doorknob—the sound happened. . .again. Except this time, it was closer within earshot. So close, it felt as if it were behind you.

And when you turned around, you spotted a shadowed figure standing in the street, looking your way. An immediate chill was sent down your spine.

OMG, IT'S SLENDERMAN.

You internally screamed before scrambling back inside, locking the front door at the speed of sound. Okay, maybe it wasn't Slenderman, but it still looked like a creepo.

What if it's Clock Man.

Still, that was really abnormal. Even for the place you lived, it was uncalled for. Why was there a stranger standing in the middle of your street, just watching you? You peeked out the window carefully to see if he was still there, but he practically vanished. There wasn't any sign of him after that encounter.

You didn't sleep well that night. You barely spoke at breakfast, and you walked to school—stiffened with paranoia. You wondered if it were a nightmare, or maybe even a trick of the light. But it wasn't, and you knew that.

When you arrived at the entrance of U.A. High School, you desperately scanned the campus for Kacchan. He was the only one you wanted to be around right now, since he unintentionally made you feel safe.

Your other friends were becoming worried since you were acting so closed off. That wasn't at all common. Finally, someone said something. That someone was Izuku.

"(Y/N), you've been acting withdrawn all morning—what's wrong? Me and Ochako are beginning to worry."

Ochako added, "Yeah. Did something bad happen?"

You held your arms. "Yes. . .something spooky happened last night."

They looked blank. "Wha? Spooky?"

"This sound woke me up at two in the morning. And so, I went downstairs to get a snack. The sound kept happening, so I headed outside, figuring it was just a cat or something. But no—I saw this person standing off in the distance. They were just looking at me like some weirdo." The memory itself made you shudder. It was so unnerving to think about.

"Maybe he was looking for a lost pet or something?" speculated Ochako. "Did he have a flashlight?"

"No."

"Huh." She held her chin and pondered all the possibilities.

Izuku asked, "Well, did you see what the person looked like?"

You answered, "It was dark, but I did kinda get a glimpse. It was a guy, I think. He was slim, and a bit tall."

"Oh." Izuku tried listing everyone he knew who fit that description. "I don't know who it could be then. . ."

"Weird things happen all the time, maybe it was just someone taking a late-night jog!" Ochako tried reassuring, since she was an optimist.

"Yeah, but I don't know of any neighbors who looked like him though."

When you ran out of things to say, you left to find your other group of friends. You found Eijiro, Denki, Hanta, and Mina all conversing by some lockers. Kacchan came into sight as well.

"Hey, Kacchan. Make anyone cry today?" Denki asked in a joking manner.

"Well, it's only seven-thirty," he snapped.

"Man, I had the weirdest dream. I was like, trapped in a Hot Pocket while Shrek was breakdancing in a tutu," Hanta said. "And that was the normal part."

"Weird flex, but okay."

Everyone laughed and talked, while you just stood aside—practically being an introvert. The thing that happened last night still had your mind in a puzzle. The worst thing was, your imagination was running laps—thinking of ALL the worst-case scenarios.

Kacchan noticed your change in personality. He began to get suspicious of what you were hiding. . . .

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