"I'm sorry Izuku, but I really do think we'd work better as friends. Can we please still be friends?" Uraraka asked.

Midoryia nodded. He locked her in a hug.

"Good, I'm glad," Ochaco said. She hugged him back.

"Hey, about Shoto, do you think it's true?" Izuku asked. I froze when I heard my name.

"I don't know. You'll have to ask him. I honestly hope it's true though. It would just make him cuter." Ochaco laughed. The room got hotter.

Izuku smiled. "Guess what? Tenya said Yuga was cute!" Ochaco laughed again.

"Out of all the guys, HIM?" Ochaco and Izuku laughed.

"Only one more! One more to turn bi!" Izuku said proudly.

"Think you forgot Mineta," Ochaco said. They both went silent.

"He's a lost cause," Izuku stated. They laughed.

"What are you going to do about Todoroki?" Uraraka asked.

"I'm gonna ask him! I'm gonna ask him right now!" Izuku declared.

I ran as fast as I could, as quiet as I could. I slowed down when I saw Kirishima and Bakugo in the corner. I made my way to them.

"I have a huge crush on you, please don't call me disgusting," Kirishima said.

Bakugo stared with a scowl on his face. He looked so angry. Kirishima deflated.

"Do you hate me now, or is that just your face?" Kirishima laughed nervously.

Still, Bakugo didn't speak. He studied Kirishima up and down.

Kirishima started to sweat. He gave Bakugo a nervous smile.

I felt bad for him. Then, Bakugo did something unexpected.

He jumped on Kirishima, knocking him to the floor and kissed him.

Kirishima looked surprised, then got into it.

Again, I felt sick. This was a really public place, and everyone was now staring at them.

It's like a trainwreck, you can't stop looking.

I was finally able to manage getting back to my seat. The two boys had put on quite the show. I was still staring.

"You were there, weren't you?" Izuku snapped me out of my trance.

"Where?" I asked.

"When I was talking to Uraraka," Izuku said.

"Oh, yeah," I said, knowing there was no point in lying.

Izuku sighed. "How much did you hear?"

"All of it," I replied. "So ask me."

Izuku nodded. "Do you view me that way?" He whispered.

I shook my head. As soon as I did, a rush of emotions almost knocked me over, including guilt. Why? I wasn't lying.

I'm not. I'm not gay. I can't be. What would my father do to me if I was? If I liked guys instead. If I didn't like girls at all. How would he hurt me, knowing I'd never have any of my own offspring, never have a powerful wife, like Momo?

I don't want this Mom. 

I don't want to be gay.

I'm not crying Mom.

Mom, help me.

You're wrong. If he'll hurt me for "being myself," then it's not okay.

No, no. I'm too old to be afraid of him.

Thank you Mom, for helping me see that. Thanks to you, I can open myself more. I can be happy.

I love you, Mom.

And if you ever meet him, say thank you to Midoryia.

If it weren't for him, I would have never come back.

Before, I said I wasn't lying. I wasn't. The rumors don't describe what I feel.

I am in love with Izuku Midoryia.

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