"From what you've told me, even if you technically said yes... that sounds like sexual assault."
It's normal to be tense around your boyfriend. It's normal for him to kiss you when you don't want him to. It's normal to avoid his calls. It's normal t...
Whaddup yo, my exam is the day after tomorrow and I'm still doing this instead of studying lmao. Hope you enjoy. This chapter is pretty heavy but the one after is a bit lighter to finish it up.
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CW: Discussions of sexual assault, debate over what defines sexual assault/harassment
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The next day, Izuku had a panic attack in one of his classes, and Uraraka pulled him aside afterwards. "Do you need to talk?"
He did. So badly. "Yes."
They walked through the empty hallways in the science building and Izuku spilled everything out about Shindou. The kissing, the groping, the thing he'd said. "And it's killing me," he finished, "because I put you in a similar situation and I can't even remember what I did!"
Uraraka shook her head. "Deku, you didn't do what he did. You stopped-"
"But you felt the same, right?" Izuku looked up at her. "You felt the same. Trapped and scared and-" He was shaking. "I'm meant to be a hero. How can I be when-?"
Uraraka grabbed Izuku by the shoulders. "Okay. That's it. You're not like Shindou, got it? I was there with you those two years. I knew him before. Something was always... fuck-y with him. You never intended to make me uncomfortable."
Izuku met her gaze. "Please," he whispered. "Please, just... tell me what happened."
Her grip slackened a touch. "You really don't remember? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Izuku shook his head. "I told you the day after." His memory was fucked, but he could remember that part. "I said I didn't remember kissing anything but your hand and cheek."
Uraraka took a slow breath and leaned her head back. "Okay," she muttered. "Okay." Then she recounted another version of the night. The second one. "You were just kind of... complaining about not having someone to kiss, so we agreed to find you someone later. And then you just kissed my hand in a photo, and I know I wore a long-sleeved shirt, but I could feel your lips on my arm, so you had pushed up the sleeve. And then you just kind of hugged me and you were kissing my shoulder and neck and cheek, and you said you wanted to kiss someone again, so I said you could kiss me as a joke, and you leaned in, but I said I was joking so you didn't kiss me and you just kind of lay on the table for a bit." The only reason Izuku managed to stop himself crying was because of his own anger.
