"Why do you want to be a hero?"
Usually, you'd hear noble responses like: "To save people", "To help those in need", "To be a good person", and so on and so forth with those other common answers from those who aspire to be one . In the end, you'd kn...
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Guys, can I just say that I'm super flattered by the first ever fanart I've received! It's the reader in the artist's version, and it's super rad! Artwork is by Thyra-the-drawer!
Again, I can't thank you enough for the support!
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Walking sluggishly towards the crowd seats, you decided to stop by the waiting room of Class 1-A, hoping to fresh up before meeting back with your friends. Once you were about to open the door, you heard some sniffing and a call being dropped. Keeping the door slightly ajar, you took a peek and noticed it was Uraraka who was crying-- trying to wipe her tears away from her face. Inhaling a deep breath, you ensured that you looked presentable, and immediately put on a smile that felt so foreign yet familiar on your face-- a fake smile.
"Ocha-chan..?" You called out, making her visibly jump, before frantically wiping her tears away.
"A-ah! (Y/n)-chan! Hnggh, man, I-I'm so sorry you had to see me like this!" She groaned before slumping down on one of the provided chairs. Her face was littered with small cuts, and a bandage on her cheek, indicating that her fight was over.
"So... You just finished your fight with Bakugou, huh?" You inquired, with her having to reply back with a sad sigh. "I see..." You hummed in understanding before she spoke again.
"B-but I'm not upset though!" She defended, as you looked at her with a quirked eyebrow. "I just need more training is all," The brunette muttered under her breath, before you sat down on the chair across her. "E-even so! You shouldn't be worrying about me! What happened to you?!" Immediately, your thoughts drifted back on All Might and Midoriya, before you looked away from the rosy-cheeked girl's worried glance.
"... Nothing to dwell about." You let out bitterly, before having to take in a deep breath to somewhat clear your thoughts. "But right now, it's about you. I know that look you have, Ochako. It's the look of defeat... and disappointment," Her form slouched, as her face scrunched up, thinking that you were right.
"I know... It's just that... You made it to the second round, and I didn't, and because of that I feel really left out. You placed second on the race; you placed first on the cavalry battle--"
"We won first place on that cavalry battle," You corrected sternly, but the reaction on the brunette's face remained indifferent.
"But still... I felt like that we won because... you were there," Your lips formed into a frown, as your head tilted in confusion. "I think that the only reason why we pulled through because you were there. You and Deku made quite a pair-up, and I felt like, I don't know, a bit... outmatched..? Hah, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore," The brunette attempted to forget that this conversation happened, but you were quick to reply before she could even try it.
