Quirkless Rejects

Moving On And Wary Feelings

The Uraraka exert is for a reader who asked about Uraraka.

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Ochako wiped the sweat off her brow. After having her quirk taken by Midoriya, she couldn't very well go back to being a hero so she put her training with GunHead to work and became a martial arts teacher. The world was in shambles, economies were collapsing as less and less people had quirks. The governments had to know this was Midoriya's doing but they were too busy trying to keep their own countries from falling apart that they couldn't do anything about it. She stretched, her joints aching. She looked in the mirror.

What am I supposed to do? For so long she had dreamed of saving the poor boy but now... that seemed so impossible to do.

*RING RING RING* *RING RING RING*

Ochako pulled her phone from her pocket. Unknown number. She sighed and picked up. "Hello?"
"Gravity Chick."
She took a double-take. "B- Bakugou?" There was something akin to a grunt from the other side of the phone. "I am sending you an address, meet me there." She gawked. "B- but I'm at work! A- and I might be far awa-"
"I don't care when you get there just get there." *CLICK* He hung up.

Ochako stared at her phone. He hadn't changed much. The two were close, -ish, in school but during and after the war the two sort of drifted apart, keeping in contact through texts once every few months. She could not fathom a reason for the sudden need to meet up. She sighed. Not like she had much else to do after work. *DING* The address came through. Ochako was about to open it when she checked the time.
"Ah! My next lesson!"

Ochako dressed herself after she took a shower, fresh out of her last session. She almost forgot about her "plans" until she opened her phone to see the last thing she had gotten. The address. Ochako sighed. Her joints and muscles ached. She looked up at the ceiling. Closed her eyes.
Opened her eyes. "FINE!" Ochako pocketed her phone and yanked her purse from the bench. She began the three-hour drive to whatever location this address was leading her to.

The brunette parked in front of an apartment complex. She climbed the stairs up to the third floor before making her way to 305. Ochako lifted her fit to knock but the door opened revealing a tall, well-built blonde in a black t-shirt with a skull on it and gray sweats. Bakugou, her brain helpfully supplied. "H- Hey, Bakugou!" she greeted him. "Hey," he replied. "Come on." Bakugou moved deeper into the apartment leaving Ochako to do nothing but follow. She closed the door behind her and hung her jacket on the coat hanger, hoping that was the right thing to do. There were already a pair of house slippers prepared for her so the woman took off her shoes and slipped them on before following Bakugou into the apartment. He was sitting in the living room with another woman: a short and plump green-haired woman with a face that reminded her suspiciously like a man she had tried to forget. Ochako sat in a plush armchair.

"W- why am I here?" she asked tentatively. Bakugou, sitting on the couch, gestured to the woman on the other end of the couch. "This is Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya's mother." Ochako's eyes widened tenfold. "O- o- o- oh! H- Hello, ma'am! I'm-"
"Ochako Uraraka," the woman finished for her in a quiet voice. Ochako nodded stiffly. "Yes, ma'am." She turned to Bakugou expectantly but Ms. Midoriya continued. "You used to date my son, right?" The question came at her as a surprise. "Well... sort of? Mikumo really." She wasn't sure if the woman knew anything about those circumstances but there wasn't an easy, brief way to explain it. "Did he..." the woman hesitated. "Did he take your quirk, too?" Ochako gulped, that dull, empty feeling that she had felt in her chest when it was first taken came back. "Yes, ma'am..." Ms. Midoriya looked down. "I- I am so sorry for his actions. I did a poor job of raising him. This is mostly my fault." Ochako wanted to cut in but couldn't bring herself to knowing Midoriya's relationship with his mother.