When you and a certain short hair brunette female form a new closer friendship. Both sharing secrets of admiration between two childhood rivals in your class.
A short bittersweet fluff story. At least my best attempt on writing one.
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I knock at the door in hopes for Ochako to be in her room. But the door opens revealing Midoriya instead as he looks at me with shock and concern at my crying state.
"y/n are you alright?" He steps forward, hands raised and about to comfort me but I look at the floor not saying anything.
"Babe, who is it? Oh no..." Without a word Ochako ushered me in. Knowing full well what may have happened that caused me to break down so bad.
Midoriya left soon after as a request to his significant other so we both can have a heart to heart talk. She led me to her slightly cluttered low wooden table as I plop down on a seat cushion, looking more at loss and defeated. Not long after, she lay a spare blanket over me as I clutch it closer to my body and finally let go and sob uncontrollably. Dropping dramatically down to the floor in fetus position, burying my redden puffed up face further in the blanket.
The brunette sat down next to me massaging my back in circular motion. Whispering some words of comfort that help ease the pain a little. As the small room is now filled with my cries that eventually died down into sniffles.
She offered me a box of tissues in which I wordlessly took a few to blow my nose.
"So I'm guessing he rejected you..."
I silently nodded
"That jerk!" Ochako was livid, but her reaction cheered me up a little and let out a small laugh.
"That's not even the start of it. He completely misunderstood what I was trying to say at first."
"What do you mean?"
"He thought I was his fan and wanted his autograph..." I deadpanned, shaking my head in disappointment as the brunette girl next to me facepalm.
"What an idiot" She said as I hummed in reply.
We didn't talk much after that, processing what's going on as I finally got up. Having no more tears left to cry, my gaze followed towards the ceiling fan, feeling the slight breeze it provided. Feeling almost apathetic after crying so much.
"I'm so sorry y/n..."
I stare at the brunette next to me, her bob hair covering her face and head seems to be looking down. Confused as to why she was apologizing out of nowhere.
"I feel responsible for pushing you to confess and now you're hurt because of me. I'm really sorry if I pressured you to do-" I placed a hand on her shoulder as she stopped talking.
"Ochako I don't blame you at all and you didn't pressure me into anything. I'm actually grateful if anything, before yesterday I was content with just admiring him from afar but what you said made me realize that I may regret doing nothing about it later on." I said calmly as her eyes widened of what I just said but smiled, erasing any kind of doubts she had earlier on.
"Besides, I knew the stakes if I confessed to him. I'm hurting right now but I know I'll move on to this... I have to."
I left that room that afternoon with that thought in mind.
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But the morning after I stared at my vanity mirror shortly after waking up, looking worse than before. Besides my sprung up tangled h/c hair that can be easily fixed with some intense brushing, no amount of makeup can cover up how much I cried some more last night. Not getting much sleep after.
The slight swelling under my slightly reddish eyes as I look completely exhausted is a reflection I don't often see for myself. But regardless I got to work, wearing a bit of foundation putting more effort on covering those prominent eye bags. Which is still visible but is passable enough not to be noticed right away. While I brush my hair and let it down freely for today when I usually style it up for training.
Grabbing an unused surgical mask on one of my drawers after changing into my uniform, is better to just pretend to be sick than to be asked questions. Consequences be damned. Hoping no one will notice once I leave my room while grabbing a fruit on the way for breakfast, not in a mood to socialize with anybody.
But of course he was first to notice. The second I left the Heights Alliance he was standing there, most likely waiting for someone. Our eyes meet and for once his menacingly striking ruby eyes show a bit more concern than the usual anger. Not giving him the opportunity to say anything as I lowered my head and mumbled a quick 'good morning' and walked past him heading to class.
It would be for awhile for things to get back to normal again.
But it won't be that hard to avoid him since we were not close to begin with.
Yet somehow my confession started something I didn't anticipate much later.
