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There is no sound in the house, but Uraraka can feel the weight of her friends' silent judgement. The air is so brittle it could snap, and surprisingly warm for this early in the summer. Water sits cooly in the glass before her, condensation beading on the outside. She runs her finger along the edge, watching as the droplets collect and drip down to the wooden desk below.
“This is a terrible, horrible idea,” Midoriya warns.
Uraraka waves him off, her face glued to her laptop screen which she has been staring at for an excessive amount of time.
“Ochako...” He gives her a worried look.
She glances at her concerned friend before turning her head back to her computer. “It’s good money! Plus free food… and it says right here it’s just for appearances.”
Her view is suddenly obscured as her bubbly, pink-haired roommate drapes herself over her shoulders to get a better look at what is on the screen in front of her. “What if he’s a serial killer?”
Uraraka rolls her eyes. “Mina, please. I’ll ask to meet somewhere public, and you both can come with me if you want!”
“We just don’t want you to get hurt.” Midoriya puts a hand on her shoulder, sounding much more like the timid soft-spoken boy she had grown up with.
“I won’t, and if I get even the smallest sketchy vibes from him, I’ll give him a fake number and leave,” she promises, trying to instill some confidence in her two best friends.
They exchange a look that tells her they’re still not convinced.
“What about…?” Mina questions, pointing at her arm.
“This?” Uraraka holds up her own arm, showing off the name that had been there since she turned 18. The name of her soulmate, Shinsou Hitoshi, curves along the soft skin right below the inside of her elbow. “A soulmate I haven’t even met yet?’’ she huffs, “It’s not like I’m really going to date this guy, and who knows when I’ll even meet my soulmate! I can’t spend my life searching around google, or waiting for whoever they are to find me.”
Izuku and Mina exchange another look. Uraraka lets out a long sigh and turns her attention back to the ad she had stumbled across.
Fake Date Needed- ASAP!
In need of some extra cash? Want a free meal and trip to the beach? Drama major in need of some real world practice? Have I got the job for you!
Job Description: Pose as a fake date for (1) lonely dude who needs to get his family off his back. Attend the family reunion, smile, compliment his dads’ cooking, and convince parents and various family members that he is not a lost cause.
Requirements: Be a warm-blooded breathing human being between the ages of 21-24 (gender not important), be willing to engage in mild to moderate PDA (only for appearances, unless you’re into that kind of thing *wink*), be a good liar (seriously this is the most important one).
If you’ve stuck around to read this far send your responses to the survey below, and get ready to give the performance of your life!
At the bottom of the ad there was a series of application questions that ranged from the typical ‘What’s your name, age, and preferred pronouns’ to the weird and bizarre ‘Which do you add first, the cereal or the milk?’ After that, there was an email and a name: Kaminari Denki.
Uraraka hadn’t meant to end up in the soliciting section of online personal ads. She was simply trying to find some side work; to earn extra cash to send home to her parents during their off season. There is plenty of construction work to be done during the summer, but soon the weather would turn frigid. It would rain and snow, and that’s when things would start to slow down for her mom and dad's business. The only reason she was in college, instead of back home working for them, was so she could get a good-paying job. One that would make it so they never had to worry about struggling to pay their bills ever again, maybe even live a little extravagant for once.
As far as personal ads went, this one sounded amusing and, if nothing else, it’d make for an interesting summer story. Uraraka could definitely use the money and she was never one to pass up a free meal.
She ignores the sounds of further pestering behind her and types out her answers in an email before sending it off.
“No going back now!” she proclaims proudly, ignoring the groans of her two best friends.
A few hours later, Uraraka receives a response. She opens it to see an address for a local cafe, and a request to meet there at 2pm the following day. She replies with her confirmation, and almost immediately gets another email in return. All it says is: “wear something pink”.
Uraraka makes it through the morning somehow, despite how nervous she is. At one point she frantically looks for her phone, only to realize it was still in her hand.
Mina side-eyes her as she picks at her breakfast with a fork. “You can still back out, you know?”
“I’m fine Mina,” Uraraka reassures her with a smile. “It’s just like pre-interview nerves.”
Mina puffs out a quick breath. “This is the weirdest job interview I’ve ever heard of.”
When she sees Uraraka try to plug her phone charger into the toaster, Mina places a hand on her shoulder and takes the poor girl's phone to do it for her.
“You know,” Mina says, as she steers Uraraka to sit back down, “We could get some muscle as back up… maybe Kat-”
“No!” Uraraka shouts, a little louder than she had meant to. “Sorry, it’s just… I don’t think bringing my ex to an interview to be someone's fake girlfriend is a great idea.”
“I thought you guys were still friends!”
“We are…’’ Uraraka nods, “I just don’t want to deal with his temper when he thinks this is a stupid idea, and tries to pummel the guy. He’s never been the listen to reason type.”
Mina nods and her expression changes to an amused one. “You’re right, he’s more of a punch first ask questions later type.”
Uraraka snorts.
“You’re much better off with me.” Mina smiles, but then drops it for a more serious look. She thumps one fist into her palm and says, “And if this dude tries anything funny, I know how to throw a punch too!”
“Mina,” Uraraka chuckles, looking up at her friend in adoration, “I’m glad you have my back.”
“Always and forever babe,” Mina says as she checks the time on the clock. “We should get going if you want to get there before he does.”
It wasn’t long before Uraraka was sitting in the middle of a cafe in her nicest pink sweater, almost half an hour early.
As she waits, her nerves start to get the better of her. She taps her foot as she stares at every patron that walks through the doors, wondering which one was her mystery date.
In retrospect, she probably should have gotten some more information about him before agreeing to meet. All she knew was to look out for someone in yellow. Uraraka looks back at Mina, who’s observing from a table a distance away, and gets a reassuring thumbs-up.
“Uraraka Ochako?” A voice asks, and she jumps slightly in her seat. She turns around, following the sound of a chuckle to see a moderately tall blond who seems to be around the same age as her.
She feels a wave of instant relief go through her body.
“Hi,” she fumbles out, giving him a once-over. He is definitely not bad-looking; his face holds a boyish charm and his eyes are lively and kind.
“Hey,” he replies with a smile, taking the seat across from her. He holds out a hand over the table. “Kaminari Denki, nice to meet you.”
Uraraka shakes his hand, and his grip is firm but soft. “Likewise.” She returns his smile, but suddenly feels at a loss for words. “I’m not sure what to say, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He laughs. “Me either, believe it or not… I don’t usually meet up with strangers I meet on the internet. I’m a bit of a ladies man if I do say so myself.’’ Kaminari grins.
Then why the ad? Uraraka resists asking the question out loud.
“Some of the questions in your survey were pretty strange,’’ she settles on instead, “Do you ask all of your prospective dates if they think a hotdog is a sandwich?”
“Those are very important questions!’’ Kaminari says, a serious expression on his face that was in contrast to his otherwise sunny demeanor, “You never know what level of crazy someone could be.”
Uraraka smirks. “And the direction someone loads their toilet paper is going to tell you...?”
“Of course! What sane person wants to pull the toilet paper from underneath? That’s just nuts!’’ Kaminari leans his elbows on the table and lowers his voice like any of the patrons around them could be in said category of people, and they were at risk of being overheard. “We don’t need that kind of deranged energy in our lives.”
A fit of giggles overtakes Uraraka but she manages to ask, “And how did I fare?”
“I’m happy to report you seem like a decently normal chick! My friend tried to convince me you’d try to kill me, but I told him no way…’’ Kaminari shakes his head, “Anyone who thinks pineapple goes on pizza is a person of culture.”
She joins his laughter. “Mine says the same thing! They were worried I was going to get kidnapped.” Their laughter increases at her words and after a pause, she adds, “So the ad says the date is for a family reunion?”
“Yes!” He throws two finger guns at her, making Uraraka laugh again. He may not be the smoothest date, but he seemed like he’d be a fun one. She hadn’t laughed this much in a while. Maybe she can come out of this with a new friend after everything is over. “The parents are getting a little overbearing about the lack of a love life so I thought this would be worth a shot, and you’re super cute so they’ll love you.”
Uraraka feels a slight blush rise to her face. “What about…?” She gestures to the crook of her arm. Her own soulmark is covered by her long sleeves but she can see the faint outline of curved letters on his skin.
He waves her off. “It’s a non-issue, my dude—I mean…” Denki looks at her like his brain was caught in a loading circle as he tried to figure out how to address her properly.
Uraraka chuckles. “It’s fine, you can call me whatever… but maybe we should use more cutesy nicknames for appearances.”
She might as well have been speaking another language seeing as how quickly the relief on Kaminari’s face morphs into one of confusion. “Why’s that?”
“You know…” Uraraka is beginning to think this guy isn’t the sharpest tack in the box, “Because we’re supposed to look like we're in a relationship?” She tilts her head to the side.
Kaminari’s eyes go wide and he suddenly dissolves into a fit of laughter. “Oh! Oh shit!” Uraraka is taken aback, and she looks back at Mina with a questioning glance. Mina only shrugs.
She looks back at Kaminari.
As his laughter subsides, he wipes the back of his hand against the moisture in his eyes. “Wow, ok, so this is completely my bad for not saying earlier but... I am not the one who needs the date.”
Uraraka shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Alright, now she is back to being concerned for her safety. She once again does a quick check of all the exits in the cafe, just in case. “Then, who does?”
He gestures behind him towards a small table by the exit. Its sole occupant is looking down, seemingly trying to disappear into the steaming cup of coffee in his hands. Uraraka feels her stomach flip. He looks tall despite the slouched way he sits in his chair, with broad shoulders and wild indigo hair that looks as if he is constantly running his hands through it. Even with his hunched-over posture, she can see the faint dark circles that frame his eyes under furrowed brows.
He looks troubled.
Just from his offputting appearance, Uraraka’s alarms should be sounding off in her head, but all she can think of is running her own hand through that dark indigo hair to try to sweep all of his worries away.
She blinks at him.
“My friend over there, he’s the one in need of your services.” At his words, Uraraka looks back at Kaminari, who stares at her with a weird expression on his face and she suddenly felt like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have. “My sincerest apologies for the mixup, I told him I would meet whoever responded first. It’s the only way he agreed to do it.”
“You mean he doesn’t actually want to do this?” Uraraka asks, shocked. Maybe Izuku was right...
“He needs this, the dude is crazy lonely, even if he says he’s not. Plus his dads won’t stop bothering him about putting himself out there.’’ He shrugs. “He just needs a little friendly shove in the right direction,” Kaminari rambles on reassuringly, but Uraraka is still not convinced.
Glancing back at the boy by the window, she makes eye contact with him before he quickly looks back down at the table. The brief exchange sends shivers down her arms and her stomach does another flip.
“Come on, I promise he’s not as scary as he looks,” Kaminari says. When she looks back at him, he has a pitiful look on his face, as if begging. He does seem to be a good friend with good intentions.
Well, it’s worth a shot. “Ok.” She nods.
Kaminari claps his hands together in victory, smiling at her. “Excellent! I’ll introduce you.”
He walks her over to the table, and Uraraka trails slightly behind him to not seem too intimidating. The guy already looks like he is seconds away from bolting. She briefly considers turning back and making a run for it herself, but before she can give it too much thought they’re already at the table. When they stand beside him, Denki claps a hand onto his friend's shoulder. “My bro, this is Uraraka Ochako…”
She opens her mouth to speak but is cut off when Denki turns to her.
“And this, this is my best bro Shinsou Hitoshi.”
Uraraka’s blood runs cold, everything around her seems to come to a stop. She barely registers a cashier calling out Kaminari’s name, and his head snaps towards the counter. “Ah, be right back lady and gent.”
When Uraraka regains control of her body she glances back at Mina, who has her face pressed to her phone. So much for her backup.
She shakes her head and sits roughly down in the seat across from Shinsou. Her hand absentmindedly goes to the spot where her sweater is covering the name of the very person sitting right in front of her. Her soulmate. How is this possible? Uraraka had looked at the name imprinted on her every day since she had turned 18, every loop and curve of the letters ingrained in her mind. And now he’s here.
Growing up, she had always assumed soulmates were easy to find. Her parents had known each other almost since birth, and they were the happiest couple she had ever seen. They had known they were soulmates even before their marks ever appeared on their skin. When Uraraka met Izuku she was sure he was her soulmate, that is, until he came out to her.
Then there was Katsuki, who was sure she was his soulmate. She was nearly convinced until a name that wasn’t hers appeared on his arm. Katsuki’s soulmate wasn’t interested in being tied down, wanting to live life on the edge before binding their life to their soulmate forever. When her mark had shown up, he had acted as if every day was the day that she was going to leave him. Things got tense. How could they not? When destiny itself was standing between them. Unsurprisingly, their relationship fizzled out after that.
It wasn’t uncommon these days for soulmates to wait until later in life to get together, or not get together at all. Some remove their soulmark shortly after getting it. Or even go as far as intentionally having the area that the mark will appear in scarred, or obscuring it with a tattoo, so they are never able to read it. Uraraka shivers at the thought.
So, when she got her soulmark, she felt bitter and jaded, definitely not in the mood to go searching for someone who may or may not want her. She would leave it up to fate and then decide what she would do. It turns out, fate had a funny sense of humor.
It was easy enough not to think about when her possible soulmate wasn’t sitting right in front of her, in need of a fake girlfriend, but as the situation was… Well, Shinsou obviously wasn’t interested in finding his soulmate if he was here meeting some random girl to get his parents off his back.
Uraraka takes a deep breath, and puts on her best smile before leaning over the table slightly in his direction.
“I don’t know if you heard but, I’m Uraraka,” she tells him, offering out a hand. “Uraraka Ochako.”
He looks up at her, eyes slightly narrowed in confusion. No recognition dances across his features. He doesn’t look like someone who had just heard the name of their soulmate.
Shinsou takes her hand quickly and lets it go just as fast. “Yeah, I heard.”
Okay… so, he’s her soulmate. She just... wasn’t his? A weird situation, but she supposes that was just her luck. After loving two people who ended up not being the right match for her, this fits the pattern. Her soulmark is ultimately one-sided, leaving Uraraka all alone. This might have been a relief to her, an end to the never-ending pressure of wondering if she will be good enough for the faceless name she had memorized by heart, but it still stings. A rejection before it was ever even an option.
“Umm,” Uraraka stutters out, feeling his eyes heavy on hers. He’s probably wondering what’s wrong with her, why she is acting so weird. She should probably say something, right?
Shinsou breathes in and out in a deep sigh. “Look, I understand if you’ve changed your mind. You can leave now, and I’ll tell the idiot over there that you had some family emergency or something.”
“No I—” Wait, does he think she had changed her mind about taking the job after meeting him? “I was just wondering how this would get your parents to leave you alone. Don’t they know who your soulmate is?”
Shinsou looks back down at his coffee, brows furrowing as he sits in silence for a moment. “No, no one does,” he finally replies. Then, he lifts up the sleeve of his shirt that barely hid the space below his elbow. He straightens out his arm towards her so she can better see what he was referring to.
Uraraka holds her breath, her heart beating so hard she’s sure every person in the cafe can hear it. She almost wants to close her eyes so as to not see whatever name is printed on his skin instead of hers, but when the skin of his arm comes into view, she gasps.
There’s a healed scar where his soulmate's name should be. It doesn’t look like the smooth professionally done scarring that she had seen in the past. No, this one is rough and jagged, like it had been done in a hurry... like it was self-inflicted. The color of it is faded and only slightly lighter than his skin tone, giving her the impression it was done a long time ago, perhaps when he was very young.
Her lips part as she stares at it, not sure she had seen anything like it before. Uraraka has questions, so many questions, but she knows she can’t ask them.
“So, my soulmark won’t be a problem,” he says when the silence stretches between them, pulling his sleeve back down and tucking his arm close to him. “What about yours?”
“Oh!” Uraraka’s hand flings to cover her soulmark, despite it already being covered. She suddenly feels like she’s under a microscope and has the impulse to run away again. “Nope! Won’t be a problem at all! Nothing to worry about there.” Her voice is too high, too loud. She ends with a nervous laugh, that she knows would make any sane person question her own sanity.
Shinsou, naturally, looks concerned; and he opens his mouth and closes it like he wasn’t sure what to say. “Do you—”
“I’m back! How are you two love birds getting along? Do we hear wedding bells?” Whatever he was about to ask her is interrupted by Kaminari, who spins a chair around to straddle it backwards next to Shinsou, some sort of frappuccino in hand. He looks in between them, face dropping when he senses the awkward tension in the air. He looks at Shinsou. “Bro, did you scare her off already?”
“If she doesn’t want to do it we can’t force her,” Shinsou grumbles. He takes a sip of his coffee before looking back to Uraraka. “Really, I understand.”
“What? Dude!” Kaminari yelps, but their arguing back and forth barely registers in Uraraka’s mind.
She could say she changed her mind. It would be the smart thing to do. Shinsou seems like a nice enough guy, and he seemed sincere when he told her he would cover for her if she wanted to leave.
A part of her wants to tell him, to show him who he is to her, since her name was possibly the one obscured by the jagged scar across his arm. But if it was self-inflicted, that scar was a clear indication that he didn’t want to know his soulmate. He didn’t want her. She doesn’t know if she can take hearing that kind of rejection out loud.
She speaks before she can think better of it. “No, I’ll do it. That is, I want to do this.” Determination flashes across her face.
Both boys' mouths snap shut and their heads swing towards her.
“Really?” Shinsou asks, disbelieving, a small amusing glint flashing in his eyes.
“Really?” Kaminari asks at the same time, much more enthusiastic, bouncing in his seat and shaking Shinsou by the shoulder. “See! I told you, man!”
Uraraka ignores the tiny voice in the back of her head screaming at her that this is a mistake. It would only get harder to let go of Shinsou once she gets to know him better. She knows this, but she isn’t ready to do that just yet. She can’t stop herself from wanting to get to know him better.
She folds her hands neatly in front of her, and when neither of the boys in front of her make a move to speak, she realizes she would have to take the lead on this one.
Uraraka clears her throat. “So, how do we pull this off?”
“I’m officially on Midoriya’s side, this is easily the stupidest thing you’ve ever agreed to,” Mina shouts from the kitchen.
Midoriya is sitting on her bed, watching as she pulls various clothing items out of her closet, tossing ones that aren’t to her satisfaction onto the floor.
“It’s fine, it’s just a one-time thing, and then I never have to see him again,” Uraraka replies, not looking at her exasperated friend.
“The ad says you have to be a good liar,” Izuku says, eyebrow raised toward her. “I don’t know if you’re a good enough liar for this.”
“Hey!” Uraraka protests. “I’m a great liar! I was your date for your mom's wedding.”
Midoriya balks. “That was… different. We’ve been friends forever, and you know why I needed you there.”
“To be your beard,” Mina says as she bounces into the room with a bowl of popcorn, plopping on the bed and jostling Izuku beside her.
“Mina!” Izuku yells as Uraraka burst into a fit of laughter.
“What? It’s true!” Mina proclaims before rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe your mom bought it, honestly.” She pops pieces of popcorn into her mouth periodically.
“Yeah, well, she did.” He reaches into the bowl to grab a handful to toss into his own, then his hand pauses midway to his mouth. “Until my soul mark showed up.”
“Kind of hard to play it straight when a dude's name shows up on your arm, huh?” Mina smirks.
Midoriya groans and throws himself back on the bed. “Don’t remind me.”
Uraraka shakes her head and looks back at her flailing friend. “Your mom is lovely and she absolutely loves Todoroki, you had literally nothing to worry about.” She tosses another dress over her shoulder. “Just like you have nothing to worry about right now.”
Uraraka holds out a flowy, floral dress in front of her. It was a bit much for a family reunion on the coast, but it’s the only dress she owns with sleeves long enough to cover her soul mark, an essential feature if she wants to make sure Shinsou doesn’t see it.
Mina clicks her tongue. “This is your soulmate, Chaks. Are you really going to be okay with saying goodbye, and never seeing him again?”
Her hands still. She doesn’t have a response for that one. She unconsciously raises an arm to her mark, her fingers moving on their own to trace over it. The motion does not go unnoticed by Mina.
“You like him, don’t you?” Mina asks, causing Izuku to gasp next to her, and Uraraka too quickly lets her hand fall to her side.
“I barely even know him, Mina,” she huffs.
Mina rolls her eyes knowingly. She was Uraraka’s roommate and has been her best friend for years, there was little that went on with her that she didn’t know about. Sometimes she wondered if Mina could read her mind.
Uraraka chews on her lip. It wasn’t exactly true to say she didn’t know Shinsou. They had spent hours in the cafe getting their story straight. He had told her a little about his family so she wouldn’t be completely blindsided when they got there. In exchange, Uraraka had recalled a little about her own home life growing up. If they were dating for real they’d have exchanged information on their families at some point. It only made sense.
It also made sense, she told herself, for them to exchange numbers and converse over text for the few weeks leading up to his family's celebration. Real couples knew each other well enough to be friendly in front of one’s family.
Shinsou is a very likeable person, her developing a fondness for him was inevitable. Uraraka likes how close he is to his little sister, despite them both being adopted. She likes his passion for psychology and the human mind. He, in turn, was fascinated with her taking on both physics and engineering in a double major.
They both had a lot in common, from their binging habits and their love of late-night scary movie premiers. They were even attending the same university, although in completely different programs. Their conversations came easy, though neither of them had broached the topic of soulmates again after their first meeting.
“This is not going to end well,” Midoriya warns her, but Uraraka waves him off as she gets dressed. She quickly slips into her shoes and gives herself a last look over in the mirror.
“Ochako.” Her eyes go wide as she jerks her head up to look at him, feeling surprised at the sudden seriousness of his tone. “I don’t want you to end up heartbroken.”
“I won’t! He doesn’t want a soulmate, so it’s not like I can get my hopes up,” Uraraka insists, leaning in closer to the mirror to clean up the edge of her lipstick.
Midoriya’s eyes falter, taking on a much softer concern for his friend. “Ochako—”
“Really.” She spins, giving them both her best smile. “I’ll be fine.”
Before either Izuku or Mina can say anything else, Uraraka’s phone buzzes with a text from Shinsou. He’s parked outside to pick her up to take her to his family reunion, where she will have to convince a dozen strangers that she has been dating him secretly for months.
“I’m off!” She gives her friends one final twirl, to which they respond with quiet applause. Uraraka kisses them both on the cheek before she takes off towards the door. “Don’t wait up!”
Shinsou is waiting for her by his car, opening up the passenger door for her to slip in through. As she approaches him, she thinks he looks a little more wide-eyed than he had the day she first met him.
When he makes his way to his seat, he looks down at her hands in her lap. She holds her hands together and pinches at the pads of her fingers, one by one. A nervous habit she had picked up in childhood.
“You okay?” he asks, sensing her nervousness.
Uraraka chews on the inside of her lip and looks down at the flowy hem of her dress. “Do you think I’m overdressed?”
Shinsou gives her a quick once-over before he brings his eyes back up to her face. “No, you look great, they’re going to think you’re too good for me.”
The attention set butterflies alive in her stomach. She was definitely blushing. “That’s ridiculous, you look good !” And he does look good, even if he chose a more casual outfit that consists almost entirely of shades of gray and black, it fits what she assumes is ‘his style’. She’d be lying if she said he wasn’t attractive.
His cheeks are lightly dusted pink as he holds her gaze. Then, his eyes become unfocused and drift to something behind her that seems to catch his attention. “Did you convince them I’m not going to kidnap you?”
Uraraka’s head quirks in confusion before she follows his gaze out of the window behind her, her confusion quickly replaced by annoyance. Izuku and Mina are peeking out of her window, but when they realize they’ve been spotted, they quickly duck down below the sill. She looks back to Shinsou apologetically. “I’m sorry about them. They can be overprotective sometimes.”
A low, almost gruff laugh escapes his lips, and Uraraka feels a heat creep up the back of her neck.
“It’s fine, it’s nice that they care so much.” He drums his fingers against the steering wheel, Uraraka watches as he seems to be considering something with each tap. “You know, if I was a serial killer, there are a lot easier ways to go about acquiring a potential victim.”
Uraraka laughs, and feels her nerves start to melt away. “Are you calling me hard to get?”
“Definitely too much trouble for any clever murderer.”
“Way to make a girl feel special,” she snorts as she leans back in her seat, feeling much more comfortable than she hoped she would. Being around Shinsou was already easy, too easy. When she looks back over at him, one side of his mouth is turned up into a crooked smile.
As he puts the car in drive and heads off towards their destination, the two of them go over the details of their story again. How they had met in a college class and were waiting until after finals to make their relationship more official. They had just been waiting for the right time to start telling their families about each other and this was the perfect chance.
Shinsou told her about various family members and their weird habits. Which of his aunts would be overly touchy, and which cousins she should avoid as much as she can. His face lights up when he speaks about his dads and his little sister.
It would take them several hours to reach the coast, and Uraraka sits in rapt attention the whole way. He weaves a sweet story filled with sweet people. One that she wishes she could be a part of for real.