"Deep In Love" a Deku X Ochako Story

Packing Up- Part 4 PREVIEW

It's been around 2 or 3 weeks since that incident, I went around the school asking my classmates and none of them admitted to doing so. There's a few people I can immediately cross off from my list of suspects, Iida and Momo are probably the two I'd bet One for All on not being the mystery messenger. Kaminari, Mina and Toru are probably my prime suspects, their additudes and personalities are just the ones you'd see the culprit of such an act have.

My train of thought was cut as my mom pushed the door open to my room, my head instantly turned to face my mother. "Izuku? What's wrong?" My mother asked with a concerend look on her face. I looked nervously back her, "W-What do you mean? I'm completely fine!"

"No Izuku, you are not. You haven't come out of your room for the last few days, the only times you did were for school and for meals. What's Wrong?"

"I-I'm just working on something." I picked up the small pin board I had on the small investigation and showed it to my mom. "I Know.. I know.. I'm overthinking the incident..." The board had pictures of my main suspects with a small list next the the picture on evidence.

My Mom nodded, understanding what I was going through. She left my room, closing the door after leaving a small cup of juice on my table.

I walked back to my phone, I thought about using a direct approach a few days ago. But the thought that I could call Bakugo by accident frightened me, I scrolled through my contacts until I made it to Uraraka's mobile device number. I called the number until the ringing stopped,

"H-Hello?" I muttered in fear

On the other side of the phone I heard nonstop high pitched giggles, "Helloooooo Izuku!"

I took one step back, the voice on the other side of the phone was from someone I've never met, but she knew my my name? I picked up my phone again, realizing that the woman on the other side has already ended the call. It's gotta be a voice changer, it's way too high pitched for any normal human. I went back to my board, scribbling out everyone who called me Midoriya instead of Izuku. The Problem was that some of my classmates usually flopped around with the choice of calling me by which name. Midoriya was once again interrupted, he looked towards his phone to see his notification for school.

—Timeskip to School—

I walked along Iida on the way to school, I surprisingly bumped into him while I was on my way. We talked about the subject of his brother and his family while we were walking on the sidewalks.