Gravity Shift

bloody nose

Each time him and Ochako would spar, Midoriya would act as if he was viewing their fight from the outside. Letting himself dissociate into his continous drops of dodging was how he knew how to move best. While he thought they should practice swinging and even throwing a few punches to change up their routine, he just found himself continously hesitating because of her quirk. He wanted to give her a fair fight, but he didn't want to be sent in the air again... Not with how his current mindset was.

The feeling of anxiety that sat within himself over his new fear of heights wasn't the slightest bit pleasing. The stem of nightmares that he started to receive after their last match was something he still had yet to discuss with her about. Why should he though? The last thing he wanted her to feel was guilty just because of something stupid he did. She shouldn't have to keep worrying about him like that. It was better for him to keep it to himself, just like he was keeping the incident away from his mom...

In the midst of his thought process, Midoriya felt her finger tips press into his hip with excessive force, landing a successful hit on the male. His body shot quickly into the air much like last time, causing his body to hit the ceiling with a loud metal thud. His back felt immediate pain as it made contact, his eyes dilating momentarily in a starry daze. Feeling his head knock forward as she quickly released him from her quirk made his breath catch in his throat.

Damnit...

Shutting his eyes tightly he'd feel his body make immediate contact with the mat below, the cushion not doing much for his immediate pain as he slowly opened his eyes. He had felt so dizzy that he didn't realize his nose had started bleeding tremendously. The poor brunette could barely process her panic as she didn't know whether to get help or try to help him herself, worriedly lowering down to her knees.

"Oh my god, Midoriya! I'm so so sorry! Stay right here okay? I'll--- I'll go get some tissues!" The girl would grab his shoulders, making sure she got some sort of eye contact with him before she looked around frantically for the bag he packed. Surely he had some napkins in there right? Hurrying over she'd quickly unzip it, moving past the edible contents before she'd just bring the whole bag over.

Ochako was squeamish at the sight, but she was trying to contain herself for the sake of his dazed state. Helping him sit up she'd finally fish out the napkins for him to take to cover his still gushing nose, surprised by the great amount that still continued to leave him. His white teeshirt was damp with dark red blood, specks of it having gotten on the turquoise sweater he favored wearing. His lack of verbal responses made her so worried she may have caused him a potential concussion.

Though when soft laughter started coming from his parted lips, her concern grew greater. His laugh was light despite his greatly teary becoming eyes, softly gasping as if to contain the reaction into a soft one. Was he laughing from shock? "Midoriya?..." She'd question as his eyes would close again, moving the bloody napkin away to wipe his chin. "Midoriya please, I'm worried." The brunette would state wearily, holding his shoulders. "Are you okay?"

His laughter was slow to subside as he sniffed, taking a few more napkins to wipe his face. She looked at the bloodied bandages along his hands, no longer sporting the white look they once held. While it was really gross looking, the light smile he finally looked over at her with made her forget it momentarily. "I'm really okay, You don't need to be so worried." He'd sigh, his  partially dilated eyes doing their best to focus on her.

"I may not have been thrown into a ceiling before, but I've felt worse than that." slowly standing himself up he tilted his head back, the girl frowning as she stepped back away from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that to happen again. Let alone so fast." she'd apologize again as she anxiously cupped her hands together, taking a moment to realize even she got some of his blood on her hands.

"It's okay! I'm really okay, I promise!" He reiterated nervously just taking the napkins away from his nose, lowering his head as he looked at her nervously. "Again, t-he pain isn't bad at all." "I still feel bad about it though." She spoke genuinely concerned for him, taking a slow hold of his arm. "I hope you don't have a concussion, your eyes are really.... big." The worry she continued to have for him made him want to try and physically reassure her, but he didn't want to risk ruining her clothes.

Shaking his head he'd just slowly step back, waving his hand. "I'll be better after I clean up a bit... Maybe we should stop for today." He suggested, making the brunette slowly nod her head in agreement. With both of them departing they headed to the respective bathrooms. Stripping of his sweater and bloody shirt he'd make sure to wipe any remnants of it off his person. Wetting and massaging the soap into his clothes he sighed frustrated with himself.

So much for not causing continous worry. He'd run his wet hands through his hair before putting on his sweater, zipping it up fully as he rolled and rang out his tee shirt to the best of his ability. He was hoping she wasn't dreading on the situation. Not allowing her anxiety to prevent them from furthering their training together in the future. This was just a slip up. An accident.

Even if it has happened to him for a second time, it didn't mean she couldn't use that to her advantage at a later date. That's at least what Midoriya was trying to downplay the situation with.
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Sitting outside the emptier becoming gym, they'd rest on a bench together with the lunchbag between them. As they sipped on cold water and ate small sandwiches, not a word had been spoken between the two. What Ochako considered awkward was something Midoriya considered to be a reassuring silence. He was over the incident, but she evidently wasn't with how slowly she ate away at her sandwich.

"I really didn't mean for that to happen, I feel so bad that it happened." she spoke up after he finished, watching as his attention came to her. "I'm sorry for not being focused enough to dodge you." he'd respond much to her surprise. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned herself more towards him. "This isn't your fault Midoriya." she
spoke with a sigh just shaking her head as she moved the lunch bag out of the middle.

"It isn't anyone's fault, but if it is someone's then it is mine."He lightly argued as the girl scooted herself closer. "I was getting distracted because I realized you shifted your strategy. It's subtle but noticeable when you quickly change directions to try and strike me. It just means your improving, or atleast getting familiar with my dodging." He'd partially fib yet praise her, still not satisfying the girl.

Reaching up into his hair she'd fix his few flattened curls, looking up at him. "Just let me apologize... Let me take the blame for it without you apologizing to me. Please?" She requested making him sigh. "Okay, Uraraka." He'd agree before she laid her cheek onto his shoulder. "Thank you." She'd mumble to him as he slowly rested his cheek along her head. "Thank you."