On the Run

Attempt

After all was said and done, you still hadn't forgiven them. You hadn't spoken to any of them unless necessary, and you couldn't bear to be in the same room. You'd feel your anger spike seeing their faces.

You'd befriended each of them, and none stuck up for you. Not a word of apology, not even a word of support. All they did was walk around you on eggshells, all to keep your emotions at bay.

Instead, it angered you more, made your blood boil and adrenaline rise.

They didn't even attempt. Not even a try.

They were proving you right from the beginning. They just wanted information from you, that's it and that's all.

...

At first, the bouts of disappointed comments irritated Uraraka to no end.

Why were they angry and disappointed? They should've been mad at her! Mad for keeping so many secrets from them, from not being clear with them, for not even trying to care.

It didn't make any sense. They were practically obsessed with her approval and didn't care about anything else.

But then everything was revealed that she was wrong.

You hadn't planned on turning them in. You were turning in major criminals, criminals that affected the whole world, in hopes of removing danger from the streets. You were trying to help. You were removing obstacles.

But she hadn't been convinced, not until she saw the stacks of files on the center table, information ranging from quirks to potential suspects to similar cases of their own. While most were unsolved, the information gleaned from it was so much more than what they'd done on their own, which was nothing.

Similar quirks in the past used copycat quirks, like the villain Twice, but each was different. Some needed DNA samples, and some only needed to look at the person they wanted to copy to change themselves. One particular case was able to imitate the person's entire mannerisms so that the real one could escape from prison.

Uraraka sat with her head bowed in her hands, ashamed of her actions. She listened to Kaminari's berating and Yaoyorozu's disappointment. She listened as they all told her what (Y/N) had done for them. They told her all the ways she cared.

She was so sure that (Y/N) was hiding something. She looked over the evidence, certain that her behavior was suspicious. Now look what she'd done. She's caused a rift between her friends, herself, and (Y/N). She apologized, repeatedly, but they all told her that they were not to who she should be apologizing. It should be (Y/N). 

So, she made her way to (Y/N)'s room. She was surprised to see Iida outside her bedroom door, hands folded in front of him.

"What are you doing here Iida?"

He jumped, glancing over at Uraraka.

"The same reason you are here. To apologize."

Her brows furrowed. "Why?"

"While you voiced your suspicions aloud, I conspired against (L/N)-san behind her back. I agreed with you, thinking that what we said was right."

She nodded. They both stood at the door, waiting for something. For what? They weren't sure. She wasn't sure why she was hesitating, but she was. She didn't know you all that well and knew she was at fault for that.

She wasn't sure how you would react. You were angry, then resigned, and then unbothered.

She squared her shoulders, then knocked on the door. The door swung open, your gaze on your phone.