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Chapter Seventeen: Hearts desire

"SHIT, MASURU REWIND THAT!" Bakugo sat frozen, his jaw resting in his hands. His parents watched the clip again, their television showing multiple frames of your face at different angles. "Oh my god!" His mom screamed. "SHE WAS WEARING MY DRESS WHEN SHE CAUGHT IT!"

The boy sat in silence, even as his parents danced around the living room. As they cheered and celebrated, cracking open that bottle of beer you'd bought them all Bakugo could think about was how utterly untouchable you were to him. Every time he thought he was coming close to your level, you pulled of some new crazy stunt to show your growth, widening that chasm that separated you from him.

But it seemed that the rest of Japan cried for Saishou Y/N. In quick succession to the hero gala: articles, posters, videos — anything the press could find about you was somehow made even more public than it had been.

"Saishou Y/N, the champion of Musutafu." Merely sixteen — and yet you were being treated like a Messiah.

"I don't think I've ever seen a hero like that..." Shoto woke up the next morning, ready for the first day of school, only to see his siblings huddling over the tv with their mouths wide open; gawking as if they were children.

"Even Dad blends into the background when he's stood next to her.." Fuyumi mumbled. A pleased look crossed Natsuo's face, and something that could be mistaken as interest flashed in Shoto's eyes before leaving.

VOGUE: JAPAN'S NEXT SUPERHERO-SUPERMODEL, SAY HELLO TO SAISHOU Y/N

BREAKING!  Failed assassination attempt on number three hero Hawks leaves many aghast at the rising hero: Saishou Y/N

SAISHOU Y/N PREDICTED TO JOIN UA'S FIRST YEARS THIS SEMESTER!

You all know her, you've all seen her! When will Saishou Y/N be joining Maruyama Maryam on True Talk Hour?

Meet the genius behind Saishou's dress from yesterday evening!

"Bullcrap. I hate the fucking press."

You yelped in surprise as Midnight plucked your phone from your hands, reading all the news that had already been posted. "Well." She sighed. "Let's get a move on. Police stations only a thirty minute drive."

TWELVE HOURS EARLIER: MIRKO'S AGENCY

The streets were now silent. Encapsulated in the dark blanket that was the night, you cuddled your knees, staring up into that illuminated navy canvas. Funnily enough, it was Midnight you were staring into it with. The woman who had incurred that dream — and the woman whose very name mimicked the sky you were so solemnly gazing into.

"You alright chick?" She asked from behind you. Walking over in her impractically high heels, she crossed her arms, too gazing out of the grand windows of your mentors office into the dusk stained streets.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You answered, the silence not feeling as suffocating once you heard her voice.

"I dunno." She shrugged. "I just guess knowing that he could have died if you hadn't done that—" She seems to hesitate, quickly clearing her throat. "I mean — I guess it's just a heavy burden to carry. You know your life is never going to be the same now?"

"Yeah." You hummed. "I don't mind."

"Then is something else the matter?"