You and me no matter what

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Their journey was fraught with danger and discovery, as they uncovered a hidden network of crime that had been festering beneath the surface of their city. They grew closer, relying on each other's strengths to compensate for their own weaknesses. And in the shadows, they found their purpose.

 They weren't just students anymore; they were heroes, fighting for a cause greater than themselves. The line between right and wrong blurred as they faced moral dilemmas and ethical quandaries that their school had never prepared them for. But amidst the chaos, Uraraka held onto one clear truth: she was with her friend, fighting alongside him. 

And as long as they had each other, she knew that they could conquer anything that came their way. The two of them patrolled the streets night after night, growing bolder with each successful rescue. They became known as whispers in the dark, a symbol of hope for those who had lost faith in the system.

 They saved people from burning buildings, stopped muggings, and even disrupted a major weapons deal, all under the cover of their makeshift vigilante personas. As the nights grew colder and longer, their friendship grew stronger. They talked about their fears and their dreams, the pressures of being heroes, and the pain of being ostracized from their school. 

They laughed at the absurdity of their situation, finding solace in the simplicity of their shared mission. But with each victory, the stakes grew higher. The criminals they faced grew more dangerous, their operations more sophisticated. It was only a matter of time before their actions caught the attention of the real authorities—and not all of them would be as understanding as the ones they had left behind at UA. 

One chilly evening, as they were about to head out on patrol, Uraraka noticed something in Deku's eyes—a flicker of doubt, a hint of the weight that threatened to crush him."What is it?" she asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Midoriya took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I'm scared," he admitted. "Scared of what we're becoming. Scared that we're losing ourselves in this fight."

Uraraka squeezed his shoulder, her own fears bubbling to the surface. "We're doing what we have to," she said firmly. "But we can't forget why we started. We're still heroes, Deku. Just... a different kind."

Midoriya nodded, but his expression remained troubled. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination. "What about your family?" he asked. "What happens if they find out what we're doing?"Uraraka's heart sank.

 She hadn't told her parents about her nightly escapades, fearing their disappointment and worry. They had always supported her dream of becoming a hero, but this was different. This was dangerous, and she knew they wouldn't approve. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Midoriya's eyes searched hers, understanding the gravity of her words. "We need to be careful," he said, his voice filled with urgency. "We can't let this life ruin what we have."

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