You and me no matter what

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"Deku?" she called out softly. He spun around, his eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of hope in his gaze. But it was quickly replaced with something else—determination, perhaps.

"You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice low and serious. "This isn't the place for a hero like you."      "But you're still my friend," Uraraka replied, stepping closer. "And I believe in you. Let me help."The tension between them grew, unspoken words hanging in the air. The alley seemed to close in around them, the weight of their decision pressing down. And in that moment, Uraraka knew that she was about to step into a new chapter of her life, one that would change everything.

Midoriya studied her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers. He looked tired, worn out from the weight of his new reality. But she saw something else there too—a spark of the hero he had always been, one that hadn't been fully extinguished by the school's verdict."Okay," he said finally, his voice a whisper in the night. "But you have to understand. This isn't the same as what we do at UA. This is the real world. There are no rules, no teachers to save us. It's just us."Uraraka nodded solemnly, her own resolve solidifying. "I know," she said. "But I believe in you. And if you're going to do this, I'm going to help."

Together, they ventured deeper into the city, their footsteps echoing in the quiet streets. They encountered a group of thugs harassing an innocent bystander, and without a second thought, Midoriya sprang into action. His movements were swift and decisive, his power a blur.

 Uraraka watched in awe as he took them down, one by one.But as the fight ended and the thugs lay defeated, she felt a twinge of fear. This was a side of Deku she hadn't seen before—a side that was raw and unbridled."We can't keep doing this alone," she said as they caught their breath. "We need a plan, a way to help people without getting caught."Midoriya looked at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and determination. "You're right," he said. "We need to be smart. We need to be... vigilantes." 

The word hung in the air, heavy with the gravity of what it meant. They both knew the risks, but they also knew that they couldn't turn a blind eye to the injustices around them. With a newfound sense of purpose, they set off into the night, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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