Kotoura (Midoriya Izuku x BNHA OC)

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The dirt moved as her feet dragged along, her mind occupied by the swelling emotions that had started since the incident and the words that had been said before she realized it. Her eyes low, the usual vibrant ocean hue now dulled over. Her eye bags dark and droopy from the number of tears she had shed in frustration at herself.

How stupid could she have been though? Muttering such things to the one person she knew she could never say such things to. His own dreams, goals, interests... much greater than some simple little affections that had been growing and maturing since the two of them wore matching yellow hats and red backpacks on their way to pre-school.

Memories of hiding out in the jungle gym from a raging blonde, shushing each other through giggles, as well as the fear that the ash blonde would find them and really follow through on his words. The familiar laughter of him as she watched him go down the slide, her eyes widening in awe at him.

When did childhood end? And when did this new relationship begin? And why... why did it have to be one where she was left watching his back as he ran off into the light. The brightness of him making her eyes close, and her heart sink. He wasn't going to look back... nor would ever return the feelings she held for him.

And for the first month at UA... she had been fine with it. She had been okay watching him make new friends, grow and develop his sudden quirk, and of course change into the hero she had seen him as when they were children. But never in her life did Kotoura Utsugi ever consider that her childhood friend would leave her behind.

Never once did she consider that the sweet, considerate, and kind-hearted Midoriya Izuku would stare at her in such a way that she'd actively avoid him. And while he had called, texted, and even showed up at her home to talk to her... she also knew of the awkwardness that would come from talking to him. Hell... even the mere sight of him made her want to dash off and hide.

Her stupid worry just had to get the better of her though... and when she worried for him, it always came out as anger. It was this way whenever he'd stand up to Katsuki when they were children... Midoriya would be sniffling, and her tiny voice telling him to next time run and look for a grown up when the ash blonde was acting out (as he had been doing since his quirk came in).

This time was soooo much worse though. This time, Midoriya was in the UA nurse's office, with several broken bones and being told he'd have a cast for a few days. And Despite her worry, despite the tears, she wanted to shed for him... Kotoura had scolded him for his recklessness and at the height of her lecture... let it slip.

"I can't keep watching this, Izuku! How do you think it makes the people who love you feel to see you so hurt? Especially me! I can't stand to see the person I care about more than anyone gets hurt like this!"

Her eyes scrunched together further as she recalled the memory from one day ago. And while she knew that she would not be able to avoid Izuku forever, she was grateful for these three off days from school.

It would give her time to think, to plan, to reevaluate... and if all else fails to try and think of a way to avoid Izuku for as long as needed. She just couldn't face him right now... not when she had let it slip. Not when the look on his face seemed too shocked, and so... so petrified! Like she had said the most nerve-racking thing he heard all day!

And now... here she was, avoiding Izuku at the old park where they used to play. He had tried to see her again, and she climbed out the window. Her heart too damaged to even consider a civil conversation right now. Not to mention... that he seemed to have something to say back.

Kotoura knew what he wanted to say though, as she had seen how he had been acting around Uraraka since the first day. How red his face would grow, how much he would stutter and of course how she always seemed to encourage him in more ways than she ever could.

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