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Ochako's P.O.V

After that phone call Izu threw up again seeing the aftermath of his new power. As I tried to comfort him, I also looked at the baby in my arms, she looked so peaceful, so precious. I could feel this strange connection to her, like I knew her whole family history. I looked over at Izuku, the strong, brave boy that I admired, and that I loved.

It was clear how hard this must be for him, somehow he had killed the man who tried to attack us. And knowing Izuku, he was wrestling with the fact he killed someone and the fact he was trying to protect us. "Uraraka, lets move over here. Away from the guts, All Might Will be able to see us better at the entrance of the Alley." I headed Iida's words and lead the still shocked Izuku towards the entrance. I noticed he kept looking back at the obliterated remains of the precepts leader.

"Izuku, look at me ok. Just focus on me." As I spoke he looked up at me and calmed down a bit. He took my hand and we finished walking to the entrance. Once there we could see the once crowded streets were mostly deserted, which was a bit odd since the sun was only just setting.

"All Might should be here any moment, how are you feeling Midoriya?" Iida put a comforting hand on his shoulder as he spoke.

"I-I don't know, it just...I don't like how I feel." His words confused us so I decided to ask.

"What do you mean Izuku?"

"I mean...I feel awful for killing him. But I feel like I did the right thing. I don't understand how I can feel so bad yet good for protecting you at the same time." As he spoke he let his hair cover his eyes. I couldn't say I didn't understand him, in a nutshell, he just murdered somebody in order to defend me and the baby that we had just come across. I felt for him, and I wanted so badly to hug him, I would have had I not bean holding an infant. However I made do by wrapping my free arm around him and pulling him as close as I could.

The two of us sat on a nearby bench as we waited for All Might. Izuku hadn't really moved much since we sat down so I assumed he was deep in thought. I took the opportunity to lay my head on his shoulder as I held the small girl. He flinched at first but relaxed as he noticed it was only me.

"Ochako, can I ask you something?" He said without his usual stutter which caught my attention immediately.

"Of course, anything." He let out a sigh as he readied himself to speak.

"Does this make me a villain?" I was shocked, to think of Izuku as anything but a hero was preposterous. As my shock wore off, it was replaced by anger. It always made me angry whenever he put himself down, but this was something else. I pulled back my free hand, and as tears started welling up in my eyes, I slapped him across the face.

"Don't you dare call yourself a villain. There is no one in my life that is more deserving of the title hero. It's gonna be hard to get past this, but this was defense. It does not make you a villain, it makes you our hero." I had started crying as I spoke and I could tell my actions shocked him. I glanced down at the baby girl in my arms and lifted her up a bit so he could see. "If you hadn't done what you did, then we wouldn't be able to reunite this cute little girl with her parents."

As I finished something seemed to click in his head, his face became red and he started shaking a bit. "W-well, we a-already k-know who her p-parents are." I gave him a confused look since I didn't think there was a way we could know who her parents were. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter we had found, he handed it to me and I started reading it.

Once I was done, I was beat red. How is that possible, I already have a child with him. No no no no no no, this must be some kind of sick joke someone is playing on us. I sat there frozen, what else was I supposed to do? This letter said that I had a daughter, if it was true then that means my life has changed completely. What was I going to do about school? What would our classmates say? How would my parents react?

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