BEING REWRITTEN*𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗿𝘆━ 𝗄. 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴠs ɪᴛʜ ᴘᴛ ɪɪ

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO FREAK OUT. I have ten minutes to get my shit together before facing Bakugou. Goddamnit. I have to fight Bakugou.

I'm not scared—by no means am I scared of a spiky haired Pomeranian with anger management issues. It's the chance of losing control that has me frozen on the bathroom floor.

Fucking Izuku with his over analyzing ass.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Uraraka with her cheek all patched up. She holds her phone tightly in her hand, still looking visibly upset.

When she sees me pale on the floor, her face morphed into a worrisome frown. "Oh my goodness, Ith!" She plopped down right next to me, rubbing my shoulder in comfort.

"Are you alright? You look like you're about to throw up," her hand goes to my fore head where she feels the accumulating sweat that's been dripping down my body for the last few minutes.

There's no point in hiding my panic. I shake my head, "No... I'm not okay."

"Here, stand up." She helps me to my feet as well as guiding me to the sink. This bathroom had some spare plastic cups near the soap container. Uraraka took one in her hand and poured some water into it before handing me the cup gently. "Drink that."

She watched as I gulped down the liquid in seconds, savoring the cold refreshing sensation down my throat.

"Is this about Bakugou? I heard you're up against him next." She asked, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

I lean my arms on the counter, still feeling a heavy weight on my chest, "no. I'm not worried about him. It's just... things caught up to me, is all."

Uraraka tilted her head while lowering it to be able to see my eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I just... realized a painful obvious factor about myself."

Her arms wrapped around my still body, "you don't have to tell me. But, know that I'm always here to listen." It was foreign having a reaction like this.

I'm so used to Aizawa telling me to suck it up, to pull through like the strong person I am. But this. This was what I needed.

Not someone telling me I can get through it. Someone telling me they would help me get through it.

I snaked my arms around her, burying my head into the crook of her neck, "thank you." I squeezed hard, as did she.

A silent transaction of understanding.

When we pulled apart, Ochako smiled kindly, "now go out there and show Bakugou who's number one." She beamed.

I grinned before letting a quick chuckle escape me. "I'll try."