Inheritance: A My Hero Academia AU

Izuku Midoriya

The storm didn't let up after dinner, so I told Uraraka she could stay the night. It was strange to think that the girl I kind of sort of might have liked was sleeping just a few rooms away from mine. Most of the time, it was just me and my servants.

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy. The thunder, wind and all that had happened with Uraraka had kept me from sleeping properly.

When I walked down the stairs and into the dining room, Uraraka was sitting there, with a plate of food in front of her, wearing the dress she'd been wearing when she came in. The servants had hung it out to dry overnight.

"Good morning, Deku!" she chirped when she saw me, smiling widely.

I blushed and tried to ignore the way that her looking at me like that made me feel. "G-Good morning, Uraraka."

Uraraka cocked her head to the side, her brow furrowing in concern. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, fine, I just didn't get enough sleep last night," I said, reaching for the coffee pot in the middle of the table.

"Oh, that's too bad."

A servant shuffled into the dining room and put a plate of food in front of me. I thanked her with a smile.

"Thank you, by the way," Uraraka said.

"For what?" I asked, picking up my fork and taking a bite of eggs.

"For letting me stay here last night," Uraraka answered.

"Oh, yes, that," I stammered. "You're very welcome."

We made eye contact across the table, and just like last night, in the guest bedroom, I was the one to break it. My heart was pounding as I kept my eyes locked on my plate of food and tried not to think about my fears from the previous evening.

"Are you sure you're alright, Deku?" Uraraka asked me. "You're acting strange."

"I'm fine," I said a little too quickly.

Her brown eyes were too curious for me, so I looked down at my plate again.

The rest of breakfast passed in relative silence, with only the occasional exchanging of small talk and gossip.

Once the servants had cleared the plates away, Uraraka stood up.

"Well, I should be going," she said.

I automatically stood up too, so fast that Uraraka jumped from surprise.

"No, you don't have to yet," I blurted out. "Stay here as long as you'd like, I don't mind."

I do mind, I scolded myself. I couldn't help but question every little thing she did, and break it apart piece by piece, to look for any signs that it was fake. I didn't want to have to do that any longer.

Uraraka giggled. "You're funny, Deku. I'd love to stay, but my parents are going to start getting worried soon."

"Oh, yes, of course," I said. "Well, see you around, I guess."

"I look forward to it," Uraraka said with one of her bright smiles.

Yet again, our eyes locked onto each other, and this time, I didn't have the heart to look away. So what if she's just trying to get my money? I remember thinking. I don't want to let her go.

It was cowardly of me. What was even more cowardly, though, is that I didn't think to ask her about what Ida had told me. At least, not right then.

Uraraka cleared her throat daintily, ending the moment.

"Well, goodbye, Deku," she said quietly. She smiled at me one last time before putting on her hat, walking through the foyer, and leaving. The door clicked shut behind her, and suddenly my house seemed far too quiet.