I AM ALIVE

wake up, Ochako!

ChApTeR nOtEs: first, hello. Glad you made it this far in my sad little story. Second please notify me of any spelling errors or mistakes I have made! Would realy appreciate it, anyway! Enjoy this next mess of stuff :).

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Poked, she flinched a bit, turning her head the other way.

"Ochako?"

Another poke.

She shifted and turned in her bed, "-chako?" He poked her once more.

Ochako groaned, "Never ordered for an early morning alarm". She dug the palms of her hands into her eyes, rubbing the sleep from them.

"It is currently 8:03 a.m", he informed his owner.

Ochako yawned, "cool," she told him "more time for me to sleep".

She snuggled into her blankets again, only to hear the android speaking to her again.

" coffee is ready."

She sat up, finelly opening her eyes to look at Izuku. Taking in the plastic person infront of her, his, almost glowing, green eyes, percise, yet messy, scattering of freckles. Those adorably placed freckles.

She shook her head, after he dragged her from her daydream.

"Ochako?"

She stretched her arms above her head, with a satisfying pop, "Yeah, yeah," she yawned "I'm coming."

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The android stood near, 'creepily close', she thought, he could atleast stand at a better distance. She scanned over the robot once more, then noticing it's hand.

'Oh,' She said to herself 'forgot about that'.

Why did it matter anyway, he isn't even a person. She asked anyway, "How's your hand?", he looked towards her voice.
"I have said befor," the android responded "I do not feel pain".

"Oh", she mouthed.

'Does he feel at all?' She slouched in her seat.

"Can.." She looked towards the fake life befor her, "can you feel other things?"

He paused, as if to think, "I do not experience emotions, if that is what you're asking". Ochako shook her head, "no, I mean," she moved to touch him, placing her hand to his chest, "physical".
It was odd, touching him, he felt so... real.

"Yes, actually " he told her, "I can sence physical touch".

'Can you feel pleasure, though?' She blushed, removing her hand.

She could faintly hear the news in the background, talking about the fight last night. The brunette let out a sigh, she realy needed to clean... and bathe, not getting a chance to last night after the battle. They had come home, fixed izukus hand, and then she crashed, covered in dirt, dust, and sweat.

'Yeah,' She thought to herself, 'shower, then cleaning. '

She turned to see the robot messing with his bandages, "what are you doing Izuku?"
His expression changed, he looked irritated, or maybe confused?

"Must I continue to wear this?", he questioned "it presents no effect for the damaged area."
Ochako sipped her cooling coffee, cringing at the chilled taste.

"It helps not to damage it more." She explained.

He continued to fiddle with the tightly wrapped, well now, loosely fitting, bandages.

"Can't we just fix it?", he seemed.. uncomfortable. Made enough sense, if he could feel- er- well sense, physical touch.

Her mind wondered, 'if he can become uncomfortable like that then-' No, she had to stop.

'This isn't even a real person, ochako.'

She thought over his question anyway.. she did know a guy.

Ochako finelly responded, "maybe later, or even tomorrow." She told Izuku, finishing up her coffee.

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Ochako stepped out of the bathroom, ruffling her wet hair in a towel. The shower was nice, she felt better. She felt clean.

Walking through her apartment, she saw Izuku right where he was when she left to bathe.
Sat on her small couch, fiddling with the bandages... again.

"Izuku," she called his name, stopping his movements as he looked up "why do you keep messing with your bandages?" He went back to tugging at them as he answered, "they are..." He paused, with a face of discomfort, "bothersome."

She sat beside him, "how so?"

"Well," he started "my hands, like few other parts, are at a higher sensitivity input then the rest."

Ochako opened ger mouth to speak, only to be answered "no, it does not hurt," Izuku explained, "just uncomfortable. "

She unwrapped his hand, revealing the cracked plastic, visibly fading from soft skin to hard white shell where the injury was. She could see few wires and other sorts due to the hole through his hand.

Gently, she touched the circuits, and as Izuku had promised, the blue fluid was gone.

Izuku stilled, the feeling of her soft, raised, finger pads in his wiring felt... strange.

It was new, foreign, but not unwelcome.

"Can you feel that?"Ochako had questioned the android.

His processing stuttered, "y-" he had to take a second "yes, I can."

She continued to mess with the open circuits, a blue blush spread its way across his cheeks.

Ochako pulled her fingers from the opening in his hand. He let out a huff, as if he was holding his breath. She looked up towards his face, a puzzled expression painting hers, "are you alright?" She eyed his featurse, glowing blue covered his freckled cheeks.

To be honest, he didn't know, his temperature had increased, the feeling was different, new. "I am unsure." He answered as she examined his hand further, deft fingers gliding over his palm.

[ERROR: software instability, issues
detected]

"Well," she spoke to him, "you can't realy do much with a hole in your hand."

She stood up, "c'mon, let's get you fixed".

He stood following her to the door, "where are we going?" He asked like a child.

"Gonna pay an old friend a visit."