bnha one-shots

♡ uraraka ochaco || summer

You had never much liked the oppressive heat of the summertime. Of course, a moody preteen would rather be in the comfort of their home, air conditioning on the perfect temperature. Your parents certainly did not agree with your ideals as they dragged you from your usual habitat into an unfamiliar little seaside, tucked away from the majority's knowledge.
A few days had passed since you arrived here, and your parents let you roam the vicinity. Of course you would never admit it to your folks, but the scenery here was mesmerising; the absolute opposite of where you lived. There the night sky there is a stretch of plain black fabric, the moon a meek halo. Here, you can see everything. The Milky Way is simply opalescent, full of depth and radiance that reminds you of how wide the universe really is. In your city there's a hum of noise that you could never get rid of no matter where you hid, but here it's calm and quiet, and the crash of waves is something so different, something surreal in plain sight. But you're getting off topic.
An apricot sky and a turquoise sea is a fine artwork in front of you. You sigh into the air, but the smallest trace of a smile is there. You begin to walk further away from your position. You could imagine your parents being frustrated with you, but now they weren't here so you couldn't have cared if you tried.
You come to a platform of high-reaching rock. Looks like a challenge you're up for. Manoeuvring around jagged stone splinters and over miniature ravines, you finally make it to the highest point. Though it really isn't that lofty, you feel like you're on top of the world. A queen surveying her sea foam kingdom. Entertaining the thought, you let out a clear, hearty laugh. (Strange. You don't think you've heard yourself laugh like that before.) Suddenly a squeak emits from the ground below you. You crouch down on your knees, hold on to the rock and peer over the edge, your head upside down. You are immediately faced with a girl. She is about your age, you'd guess, with hair like melting chocolate and round, brown eyes flecked with the colour of old gold. You stare at each other wide-eyed for a few seconds before you speak up.
"Hey."
She colours a bit, before smiling shyly.
"Hi."
Figuring being upside down isn't good for your health, you flip back up and jump down to the wet sand below. She seems taken aback slightly, so you crouch down the same as she is.
"What are you doing down here?" You ask. The girl is a lot prettier when you are right side up.
"Ah, I'm just thinking about things." She answers vaguely, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You consider pressing but you don't know her at all so it'd be quite rude.
"What's your name?" She questions.
You give her your name then ask for hers. It's Uraraka Ochaco. What a cute name for a cute girl.
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You and Uraraka become surprisingly close in this short amount of time. She tells you about her family's business and their funds, her dreams of becoming a hero to help them. You tell her about your cramped house in the city with your little cat, and the flowers you planted outside your windowsill. You spend days on the beach, running and twirling and splashing. She shows your her quirk, something so magnificent and unique you gape in awe at the grains of sand rising, the clump dotted with shells and seaweed. She'll make a great hero one day, and you don't hesitate to tell her. You have sleepovers at each other's beach houses. You'd pushed the two single beds together and talk and laugh all night. You held hands, getting a better look at the pink pads on the end of her fingers. You found them adorable.
Faces flushed from giggling at a mispronounced word, you gaze into each other's eyes. Uraraka's eyes are so warm and happy you wanted this moment - this summer - to last forever. (You think you're starting to not dread summer any more.) Your chest clenches in an aching sort of way, but your heart makes haste to an unknown location.

Summer does not last forever. A simple statement so true, but filled to the brim with bitterness. It's the last day when you're due to go home. The car is already packed with luggage and foldable chairs and other beach things. Uraraka and her parents are there to see you off. The adults are talking for the last time and the two children are around the corner of the house. Tears are making their beginnings as the girl's cling to each other like their lives depended on it. They'd exchanged numbers (landlines, of course, twelve is not responsible enough for a smartphone) but it wouldn't make the distance any less painful. You cup her soft face in your hands, savouring her touch, her smell, everything about her and overcome with it all you kiss her on the cheek, a million memories and feelings packed into one childish gesture. She breaks out into the biggest smile you seen on her, and despite her puffy red eyes and tear tracks, she really is the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen.

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Three years have passed since that summer. Your family had moved to Musutafu five months ago. The only real difference between your hometown and here is that the crime rate is higher. (The villains seem to severely enjoy making a show of their capers.)
You sigh a breathy sort of sigh as you examine your new high school's uniform. It's a light cornflower blue button-up shirt with a pleated navy skirt. Your tie is a bow the respective colour of your status as a first year - blue. The blazer is the same navy as the skirt. White knee socks and loafers top it off. The new school wasn't anything special, just an old facility that'll be your basis for whatever future you had in store for yourself. You tug yourself out of your thoughts and begin the trek to the train station.

It's quite packed here, but regular for a Monday. You push through the masses of people, reaching the platform. you begin to wait when something catches your eye. A mass of familiar brown hair in that exact shade. Your breath hitches and you rip yourself out of the line. You lose sight of it but it comes back but you lose it again and it just keeps repeating but you're getting closer and closer and finally she stops. Your standing a few paces in front of her yes it's finally her and you can't stop yourself from calling out her name. Her head whips behind her, honey-coloured eyes searching for the one who spoke her name.

After three years, the two girls' eyes meet.

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Hope you liked it !!
I haven't finished a writing piece in a while so this is really satisfying ahaha
Ahhh I love Uraraka she's such a cutie
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