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'Stop it', Uraraka scolded herself, 'Stop looking, stop thinking!!'
It was as if she was being tortured, by the sick senses that twisted and bubbled together to make her mess of emotions tense and swirl at just the sight of him, her insides turned incoherent upon any contact with him, it was as if any strength she could muster was sapped from her in an instant.
Some part of Uraraka wondered when this had all really started, why this had all happened to her, it was just admiration that was all she wanted it to be, but day in and day out it was slowly evolving into something more than that. On one hand, the thought made her feel as if she was lighter than air, like her quirk was active at all times from just the sound of his voice, all of the cute antics she'd notice he'd repeat.
But on the other, it just seemed to be something impossible, he couldn't and wouldn't see her that way and originally Uraraka convinced herself she was fine with that, it was how things should be.
Yet her heart hadn't yielded, it was still putting up a fight against her wishes, and she was falling even more for Izuku Midoriya.
Uraraka hurried herself to the changing room before anyone else had even got up, she sluggishly removed the tight spandex of her costume, ignoring the sweat stuck to it, again the small insecurities poking the back of her mind wondered if Deku had noticed, even if he had she knew he was too sweet to comment, and it wasn't something that mattered to him.
Hot water splashed against her bangs, her brown hair soaking over her eyes as she swept it over her body cleaning both herself and hopefully the thoughts again crawling through every fabric of her thoughts, practically overtaking them.
Even if it was just a peak she couldn't stop herself. Deku's costume had been torn during their training, again it had ended with Bakugo going over the top, and of course, his attire had taken the brunt of the blow - ending in it showing off small peaks of skin around his abdomen, it wasn't helping that the sweat dripping from his green eyes only emphasized how attractive he looked, for such a cute face his body was way too h-
Shaking her face, Uraraka practically steamed the water pooling over her with how red she'd gotten. It annoyed her just how much her friend's teasing was right, perfect even.
'No!! Mina's wrong...it isn't...it isn't like that!!'
Pulling herself out of the shower, Uraraka hid her face in a towel waiting for the overbearing heat in her cheeks to die down. And of course that didn't stop her thoughts from trailing back to the green-haired boy's meek face, yet strong, masculine fig-
'Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about i-'
"Ochako are you alright? Shouldn't we be getting changed?" Asui and the other girls were now all in the changing room, beginning to change as well, although they'd been slightly put off spotting Uraraka spacing out with nothing but a tower covering her face
"A-Ah s-sorry, I was just a little distracted.." Uraraka stammers out, pushing two of her finger pads together and glancing at her feet, too embarrassed to face any of them.
The grin on Mina's face was palpable to all those in the room, even Hagakure's invisible grin was practically imprinted on her, "Yeah right! More like you were distracted by Midoriya!" Mina's snarky smile was only making her tease the more annoying to listen to.
"I-I already told you Ashido," Uraraka sighed, regaining what little was left of her composure, feeling the heat in her cheeks dissipating ever so slightly, "It's not like that, me and Deku are both training to become heroes neither of us have any time for that. NOT THAT I HAVE ANY FEELINGS LIKE THAT!!!!" Uraraka blurted out, the red streak over her face flaring up in full.
Grabbing her clothes in a small huddle, Uraraka spluttered back into the showers out of sight from all of them.
"You went too far, Mina.." Asui spoke blankly.
"Yeah, you're way too interested in other people's love lives," Jirou agreed, twisting her earphone jacks around her finger.
Mina scratched her fluffy pink hair, "Ehehe...sorry I just couldn't help myself. I'll make it up to her I swear!!" She kept her peppy attitude, grinning widely, although she couldn't help but feel bad.
Uraraka slid down the cold, shower floor once more, this time with no water to clear her thoughts. She knew that she was lying to herself, Uraraka may have been a slightly happy, go-lucky airhead at times but she was far from an idiot and was clear at seeing others' emotions and wasn't ignorant to her own. It was blatantly obvious to everyone, well except Deku, which she thanked the universe for.
These feelings weren't just admiration or appreciation towards Deku. No, what she was feeling, the burning in her chest whenever she spoke to him, the butterflies she felt when he called out her name, and the joy she got whenever they got to talk and laugh with each other.
Every little detail she could make out about, whether or not it was his nerdy nature, his masculine body, his heroism displayed for others, his willingness to put himself at risk, all of it was so tantalizing to her, something Uraraka knew she couldn't just admire anymore.
Uraraka knew that she was in love with Izuku Midoriya.
'I'm such an idiot why would I realize that sitting on the shower floor? No..I've known that since the licensing exam, I just wished...ignoring that would make it go away..'
Her face blew up in red again, just because she'd finally decided to accept such a fact didn't make it any more problematic. She was now running over the thoughts of what she'd wanted to keep buried.
Uraraka turned to the mirror facing opposite the showers, and she slowly turned to it, admiring her own body. It wasn't exactly something the brunette had taken into consideration, she had her own insecurities of course whether or not the pink circles on her cheeks were cute, her size.
But it was never under the pretense that it would be someone else but now she couldn't help but wonder whether or not she was actually attractive to Deku, if he were ever to pull away from his goal to become a hero, even a glance would suffice and she hoped that glance would be captivated by her even if it was just a little, no matter how selfish it sounded.
'Deku could be into bustier girls like Yaomomo and Mina...or more perky girls like Tsu and even Hagakure..'
Now officially embarrassed, she dropped the subject before she could drive herself to feel any more embarrassed or self-conscious than she already was. Stepping out of the shower a little damp and now clothed in her uniform, Uraraka found it empty, with everyone else having seemingly cleared off and finished.
Part of her was relieved, she wouldn't have to endure any of Mina's relentless meddling and teasing, there was almost no end to it. And she felt as if it was only going to grow larger and more frequent now that she admitted to herself that she liked Deku she was exactly certain how she was going to do anything about it, or if she even could.
Even the idea of it made her heart bounce, her whole body was aflutter.
'I hate this. Why am I the one always being subjected to his lectures? Pick on anyone else, why do you even want a target who argues back...'
Sure enough, his tucked-up spot at the back of the class had been disrupted, he'd been making no noise in his slumber in fact he'd purposely been quiet as to bring little to no attention to himself and yet his teacher had purposely skulked over to him just to slap a notebookover his head, "Yumeto you better not be sleeping in my class again!!" Power Loader scolded, the sudden slap knocking the student awake.
Ray Yumeto lifted his gaze, his yellow eyes glazed over at the sight of him extending little to no effort whatsoever, there was little to problem in it anyway. He wasn't a likeable person to begin with, there were no friends at his side, no classmates to chat alongside during projects or classwork, it wasn't for any drastic or unwarranted reason, it was due to his own doing, Yumeto was unlikable to a near unfathomable degree, for no particular reason it was just how he preferred to stray away from others.
He wanted to be alone, anything else was trouble was too difficult to manage and just ate away at his own time, his own character.
Not that any of that mattered to him, no matter who berated, slandered, or insulted him for his nature would either be returned with a cocky response or complete disinterest, none of that was to mask his own insecurities or wounded ego, he truthfully wasn't bothered at all. He could discuss with others as much as he needed and more if he was forced, but he reserved that for teachers and social events that would account for his grade.
If there was anything that Yumeto actually had an attentiveness to it was passing, and not just with an average he would excel because it was something he could put all his attention to, alone.
There was no real cause to Yumeto's nature, he racked it up to possible troubles with his family but in truth, it all stemmed from him, people by design or at least the majority were designed to be nice to others, and the easiest way to condemn that and close out any possibilities of coming to an understanding was to put a wall between them. And his sarcastic comments and insults would be the easiest way to do so.
But that was simply his way of life and the way life had treated him in return.
Ray finally pulled his attention towards the lesson and his teacher, "U-Uh no, of course not why would I want to miss this riveting lecture? The interesting history of how to market your support course items is really what I joined this course to do," Ray spoke up shaking himself awake, taking his pen in hand and lazily removing his dusty notebook.
Power Loader grumbled again, jutting the table once again, knocking Yumeto fully awake, swaying his hanging black hair away from his eyes, "I could do without any sarcasm Yumeto, especially considering how you were caught red-handed taking a nap, even if you don't consider this important it is...we all know you don't really want to be here and I understand, but I've let it slide too often.."
Yumeto sighed silently, hanging his head once more. As quiet as Power Loader was being it was clear the rest of the class was watching, some were grinning at his suffering, 'Jokes on them, it's not as if I'm gonna care...'
It wasn't as if Yumeto hated Power Loader, well at least not as much as he did as everyone else. The lessons he would rather not participate in any margin but still did to keep his place in the classroom were somewhat manageable due to him, but it constantly irked him just how much he riddled himself in Yumeto's life when he knew he didn't want to be a support student.
That was one thing he had made abundantly clear, to everyone. Yumeto wanted nothing to do with it, he was in UA for one reason and reason only, and since he hadn't accomplished that, the support course was his poor runner-up.
"If you've really let it slide too often then you can go ahead and give me detention, make me clean the classroom whatever. I'm not bothered by whatever you have to say, so can you just get it over with..." Yumeto spat out, the venom in his voice was clear and now directed at his teacher. After hearing the same lecture again and again it just felt routine to take the punishment and get it over with.
For a few brief moments, Power Loader hadn't yet said a word to him mulling over his dry response and blank look portraying his complete uninterest, "Alright then Yumeto, if you're really that eager to get your punishment over with how about you spend the rest of today in the Support Studio with Hatsume. She's finished all her tests but when it comes to her practical work she doesn't follow any of my assignments, so I'm assigning you the task of doing so!"
Yumeto's uninterest shifted from blank to pure horror, shifting himself so he was fully sat up, "Look, Power Loader we don't need to go that far. I won't sleep in class anymore, and I'll write down as many notes as I need. Just please, even being in the same room as Hatsume is a lawsuit waiting to happen you don't want that over your head do you!" His gaze didn't shift away from his teacher, although he could hear his classmates reveling in his pitiful nature.
'As if any of you would take up this offer, you're all just as pathetic..'
Power Loader was the same smiling back at him, "Sorry, but I can't change my mind now. If this is the only way you'll learn I'll happily take a lawsuit, you've got excellent grades for someone who doesn't want to be here yet you waste it much like Hatsume does, but at least she has the deceny to treat others with basic respect, at least as much as she can. This'll teach you not to sleep in my class, it's the fifth time this week.."
"That's not even that bad!!" Yumeto argued, prostrating himself as he yelled out.
"It's Tuesday Yumeto!!" The clawed teacher hung his head in defeat, "I've made up my mind, so stop fighting it makes you look like a wounded animal. Hatsume needs to pass this practical I need something to show that's actually work that I've asked for...so just get it done today, and don't bother making it yourself, I'll know.."
With that, Power Loader shoved the homework into Yumeto's chest returning to the front of class, simmering them down as they all snickered as a collective.
All Yumeto could do was slump back into his seat, utterly defeated. He supposed it was his own doing but it still frustrated him to have such a problem placed on to him of all people, 'Why do I have to be tested so..'
"And if I catch you sleeping again Yumeto! I'll send you to clean the Support Studio once Hatsume eventually leaves it for the day!" Power Loader threatened from the front of the room.
Another shiver crept down Yumeto's spine, he sensed there was no bluff in his words, "Understood sir..."
Uraraka cursed her realization even more now. It seemed that the day she'd prioritized her own feeling about Deku and finally wanted to do something about it, the universe had begun to toy with her, almost testing her to act.
She lingered in the foyer of the dormitories, she'd been the last one to return there after training, and of course, that led to her being the only one to approach the steps and spot Deku working on his Shoot Style. The brunette's gaze was fixated on him as he bent his body, thrusting his foot forward with each strike, sweating flinging from his face, seeping down his arm.
'And he's wearing a tank top!!!' She screamed internally.
Gradually, Uraraka's attention shifted fascination to self-consciousness, it really felt as if it was something she shouldn't be looking at, something she'd be scolded for doing so. It was as if she was having an internal battle, berating and chastising herself for indulging in it as if it were a pleasantry. Without realizing it, Deku approached, tapping her shoulder, Uraraka let out a hysterical scream on instinct.
Her training kicked in on default, grabbing the collar of Deku's tank top and throwing him over her shoulder. Uraraka activated her quirk on him lessening the blow, slamming the figure to the ground. Her eyes shrunk and her face grew hot seeing what she'd done.
"A-Ah! Deku I'm really s-sorry! I-I didn't mean to!!" Uraraka raised her voice, struggling to get any words out as she released her quirk both on him and herself. Her face was showing no sign of dying down, practically steaming at this point.
Deku had treated the throw as nothing more than an accident, dusting himself off and smiling warmly towards her sending another thump of emotions towards her rapidly beating chest, "N-No it's fine Uraraka. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that, but it's nice to see your training with Gunhead is still paying off!!"
Uraraka did her best to keep up a serious composure, ignoring the rattling of emotions spinning around inside her, "I really am sorry Deku. I guess I learned too much.." She laughed a little, trying to ease her own heart.
Deku scratched his cheek as he laughed a little alongside her, "Y-You know Deku if it's ok with you, I wouldn't mind making it up to you..." Uraraka couldn't muster the strength to face him, asking him this was more than she was able to handle.
She knew it was risky, but if she was going to accept these feelings and admit to them now, then she wanted to at least try.
"W-What do you mean Uraraka?" Deku mumbled meekly, a little embarrassed now. The fact only made Uraraka's face beam red, she couldn't handle such a cute expression on him, but she stood firm determined to put herself out there. "W-Well we could get some food from the dorms and I'd make you something! If....I-If you wouldn't mind."
Deku's face morphed into a slew of emotions, too many for Uraraka to pick out, even if none of them were a negative response it still felt as if she was hanging at the end of a cliff awaiting his response, staring at his furrowed brow as he put together a response.
His answer wasn't something she'd hoped to hear, it wasn't anything rude mind you, or even an excuse just something to put her down even further, "I'm really sorry Uraraka, but after my training, I was planning to head to the Support Studio to get my costume fixed, thanks to Kacchan the front is pretty tattered and I'll need to get it fixed for tomorrow."
With a weak smile, she nodded to his answer, it wasn't anything she wasn't used to hearing. Deku was someone who pridefully prioritized his path to heroism, he put his body and mind towards it, pushing himself to the brink.
Was it wrong for Uraraka to want him to look at her for once, was it selfish?
She watched Deku wave her off, running up the hill and out of sight - she almost wanted to stretch her hand and reach for him, and blurt out everything she wanted to say to keep him there.
But she couldn't, her body was frozen, just like it always had been.
From the top of the stairs, Mina inched out of the front door skipping over to the frozen brunette and wrapping her arms around her, "Uraraka~! What'cha doing standing out here girl? Come inside the common rooms empty and all the girls are chatting. We even got Yaomomo to come down!"
Uraraka giggled half-heartedly turning back to Mina, "Sorry, I was just distracted.."
Mina ignored her somber tone, hustling her into the dormitories and into the common room, where she wasted little to no time coercing everyone into speaking to one another about their love lives.
"Mina...is there nothing else we can talk about? I mean the Cultural Festival is coming up, I hope our dance can at least impress everyone, we want them to have a good time after all.." Asui did her best to steer the conversation as best she could. It was a big ask for everyone after all, since recent events involving Class 1-A the whole school had it out for them.
So they'd all hatched a performance to ease their worries somewhat.
Hanging off the side of the dark green sofa, Mina let out a large huff voicing her own boredom, "Come on Tsu~ I ask the important question you all are too shy to talk about, and if your gonna bring up the festival I'll find a way to steer it back to romance! I mean is there anyone you all want to walk around with?" The grin on her face was going to be hard to wipe off.
They all collectively sighed, "Mina seriously. Your antics can really only be handled for certain intervals of the day, and right now isn't it," Jirou groaned.
"I don't know Jirou you've been getting pretty cosy with Kaminari, I mean you got all flustered when he said you'd be perfect to sing~ And now you're working extra hard for it, can you imagine it? A festival date where the two of you share crepes~ and play carnival games, ohh the romance!" Mina teased, the small annoyance over Jirou's face shifting to flustered.
"Y-Your seriously just pushing what you want now, a-and I didn't start singing because of him, it was for everyone!" Jirou argued back, her red face doing little to nothing to defend herself.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever you say Tsun~."
Uraraka's turn to the conversation only made the sinking feeling in her chest open up, she knew that she would be Mina's main target for teasing, her crush was probably the most blatant out of all of them and even more so now she was accepting them, 'I'm not even sure I'll be able to lie my way out of it if she pesters me for an answer. A festival date with Deku sounds nice...'
Thankfully the pink ball of energy changed her sights to the slightly blushing Yaoyorozu a smug smirk growing bigger on her face, pestering more and more, "So Yaomomo, you thinking about anyone in particular right now~? Anyone you dream about walking around the festival with~?" She asked in an only slightly sultry voice, pushing her more.
You could almost see the cogs in Yaoyorozu's head shift, bursting into a blush blurting out a slew of incoherent phrases, "N-No, why would...that's simply...no! Relationships like that between students would only cause further distractions in and out of class - not to mention there..." Yaoyorozu looked at her knees, unable to make eye contact with them all, "...Inappropriate."
"Ooh~ did someone pop into your head? Who was it huh? Iida? You two seem as if you'd get along. What about Todoroki? Did you bond during our final exams, the quiet pretty boy!" Mina poked and prodded her, not getting anything but a flustered mess in return.
Finally, the attention turned to Mina, Hagakure's invisible form leaped onto the pink girl's back hugging her, "Well, what about you Mina!? The only boy I know you get along with really well is Kirishima. Do you have a crush on him?"
Uraraka could at least smile knowing the tables had turned on her, seeing a small peak of purple spread across her pink cheeks.
"K-Kirishima? Nah, he and him have known each other since middle school he's just a friend to me. T-There's too much I know about him to ever think about liking him, he probably thinks the same," Mina spurted, feigning innocence keeping her goofy smile.
Jirou and Yaomomo smiled as well, seeing an opportunity to deliver their own teasing, now pestering Mina for an answer no matter how much she denied the claim, she was faltering under the pressure from all of them.
Smiling a little at them all, Uraraka stared off to the distance peering out the long windows where she would occasionally spot Deku training. It was nice to see she wasn't alone in the fact that at least some of the girls harbored some feelings toward someone else, it made her feel a little at ease.
But even still, her thoughts couldn't help but drift off to Izuku Midoriya.
Yumeto approached the large door that opened into the Support Studio, already he could hear the tinkering, clanging, and sparks of whatever Hatsume was working on within the room, part of him almost wanted to take a step back on instinct ready for it to blow up right in his face, he knows its happened before and wouldn't be a victim before it.
"Do I really have to do this...I really should just build it myself. It's only a small robot designed for menial tasks, I could make it look like Hatsume's.." Yumeto sagged, it was a fact that Power Loader would catch him out and there would just be a worse punishment down the line, he'd even been threatened with one, 'Do not breath in any gases, do not touch any of her clothes, and DO NOT LET HER TOUCH YOU!!'
He mentally repeated such as he built the courage to open up the bolted metal door. Surprisingly the room wasn't filled with the horrific scent of someone who hadn't washed which was a main point for Hatsume. There were only the typical smells of oil and burning rubber, which wasn't exactly pleasant on its own.
As he'd expected though, screws, tools, and metal platings filled the room all scattered about in an archaic mess, the Support Studio had almost been made entirely taken over by Hatsume, anything she needed was placed in a mess of a system that Hatsume herself probably didn't care about.
'This is disgusting, no wonder everyone hates her..'
The pink-haired girl had only made a slight head turn to even acknowledge his presence, glancing at him under her goggles not bothering to question anything else, 'She's just gonna ignore me..'
He stared out into the hallway silently praying for someone to walk by and pull him to freedom, Yumeto sighed begrudgingly closing the door behind him, and approached her desk pulling away whatever she was working on, "Hey! My baby!!"
"Alright, Hatsume I'll make this simple for your small brain....well procrastinating brain, small isn't exactly accurate. You have an assignment that requires you to build something and.....hey stop that!" Hatsume wasn't bothered by whatever he was saying, lunging at what she was working on groaning as Yumeto snatched it away, "At least listen!!"
"Why should I?! You've come in here and you stole my baby! It's not even finished!" Hatsume bellowed, spouting out as if she were a child.
It was clear even if he explained it, that she wasn't going to listen unless he played down to her level, "Look, Hatsume. If you listen and do what I ask...I'll test whatever one of your babies you want help with..." Yumeto hated the words the moment they'd left his mouth, even if no one had done it, everyone in the support course was more than aware of what it would mean to agree to something so deadly.
Just as predicted the light in Hatsume's eyes grew brighter, her attention completely shifting away from whatever she was working on, zipping out of her chair with an almost uncomfortable surge of energy, "So you'll work on whatever baby I want!! Even the one's Power Loader has banned me from using, even my baby for the festival!!"
'I'm gonna regret this...'
Still, Yumeto stood his ground, "Yes. I will...work on whatever...baby you need help with, as long as you don't try to kill me. And, we're finishing the assignment first, understood I won't let you get sidetracked, we do it now or I won't help at all!" He explained showing her the worksheet he'd been handed.
It really did feel as if he was playing to a child level, as amazing Hatsume was at building machines despite how much they blew up, she'd been detrimental in a lot of the costume improvements for most of the hero course even if she'd might slight upgrades that they hadn't asked for, 'Not that I'm telling her any of that, for all the ways she honestly incredible in the support course, she has just as many flaws, definitely more..'
Gears spun around in the internal clockwork called Hatsume's brain, her peculiar eyes darting around as she struggled to come to a conclusion to his proposition, "Hmm, fine. But we better make it quick, I don't do assignments, they took too much time away from baby making, so as long as you act as my assistant then we can make a wonderful baby together!!"
Yumeto rubbed his eyes, 'Phrasing..'
The pink-haired girl had already begun, with almost no warning whatsoever slamming together whatever she could already in the works, 'She only looked at the sheet for a few seconds and she already knows what to make?'
"Hurry up Yumeto! It'll be a quicker baby if you help too!" Hatsume murmured, her focus already being lost.
"Don't word it like that!!" Ray yelled out, a small streak of red across his face, he could only handle so much of her at once.
His eyes practically bulged out once a mountain loud of gunpowder was dragged off the table and was already being poured into the small construct that Hatsume had put together, "Hatsume stop, you don't need anything like that, we literally only have to make a simple robot! Something that holds bottles, or anything like that!! Why do you need gunpowder!!"
"That's boring! There's no problem with spicing it up, it'll get a better grade that way! Then we can really test out some babies of mine!!" Hatsume grinned, connecting a few loose wires together a spark igniting within it, the powder inside reacting to it.
With an almost comical smile, the black smoke swallowed the two of them, blowing up the entire Support Studio, 'AH!! SHIT!!'
Turning the corner, to the Support Studio, Midoriya held his tattered and slightly charred costume, part of him was a little ticked to be returning to the studio so quickly, it hadn't even been a battle-focused training session and yet he'd ended up with a ruined costume, 'I thought Kacchan had toned down, but I guess that's out the window during training..'
Just as he lifted his hand to reach for the door, Midoriya spotted the bolts of the metal door creased and bent as if they were about to blow. Sure enough, a massive explosion followed suit, taking it with him. The door blew off its hinges, barely missing him, dropping to the floor just beside him, 'Hatsume..' He correctly assumed, staring through the smoke as he heard an unfamiliar voice within the room.
"Dammit!! This is why I didn't wanna do this. For fucks sake Hatsume! Would you listen for once and stop being so goddamn self-centered, you could've killed me!!" Yumeto's sharp and crackled voice screamed from inside the room, wiping his face from the black smoke, coughing as it began to clear.
"Every baby has its kinks to work out don't be such a downer, this baby just has some adjustments to be made!!" Hatsume put in nonchalantly.
"I don't care! It just means I have to be here longer!!"
Midoriya felt a little out of place as the two of them argued, emerging from the studio, "I-If you two are busy I can just come back another time.." He spoke up sheepishly.
"Oh! Midoriya!" Hatsume grinned, pulling her tank top up to wipe some dirt off her cheek, "Whatcha' need! Any new babies you want to be made!!"
Yumeto interrupted before he could answer, "Calm down fumble-fuck. We need to actually make what you've been assigned first, stop getting distracted.." He was barely holding back now, biting at whatever Hatsume said, her unfazed nature only irked him the more she spoke and destroyed all that was around her, "Honestly, bone breaker just leave it here and she'll probably get it done before what she's actually supposed to make!"
Midoriya blinked, 'Bone breaker?'
"I'm sure you'll help me with that assistant!!"
"I ain't your assistant!"
Holding a fake smile, Yumeto took the ruined uniform and placed it on at least the cleanest surface in the room he could find, "She'll get it done by tomorrow, I'm assuming that's when you need it," His face could only seem so positive for so long, it made him sick to act this way towards others, but he'd rather get this over with then start any unnecessary arguments.
As much as he'd rather keep to himself and stay alone, insulting others was the best way to do so. But, even Yumeto knew that there was a time and a place for it, and right now he wanted out of the Support Studio as quickly as possible so putting up a front was what was best for now.
'I don't want to be here for any longer than I have to...'
"O-Oh, thank y-you. Um?" Midoriya stammered pausing at the mention of his name.
'This dude is anxious as all hell. Isn't he the guy who can destroy an ice wall with just the flick of his finger? He was a monster at the sports festival..'
"It's Yumeto, not that it matters we won't be seeing each other, I'm only here because their a much bigger punishment waiting for me..." Yumeto sagged, watching the green-haired hero student wear an uncomfortable look, 'That's what I expected, aren't you lucky to be in the hero course? You got control over your quirk as well, what a perfect power...'
Midoriya bowed towards him, "Thank you Yumeto I appreciate it, I understand Hatsume can be slightly difficult to deal with. But thank you I'll be back tomorrow!!" He waved him off which wasn't reciprocated by the yellow-eyed student as he glared at his back. He didn't care whether or not he'd tried and put in the work to get into the hero course, it didn't make him anymore bitter.
After all, that had been Yumeto's dream, and it would never stop eating away at him how he'd failed, and wouldn't get another chance to fulfill it, he was stuck in the runner-up course filled with people he despised.
He turned back to Hatsume, his eyes still burning with envy, a look even she understood, "Come on Yumeka! Let's make this baby!" She grinned, seeming to take it seriously fixing her goggles over her head.
Sighing, Yumeto sat down lazily handing her a screwdriver, "That's not my name.."
It had been a grueling few hours, they'd had plenty more sparks and minor blasts all inconveniencing them throughout the working process. But finally, after pushing Hatsume to get through it with no distractions, they'd designed a simple robot that would shift around, holding whatever small item was placed into its wide hands.
"It's done, at now it's close to midnight... Jesus. Time to get going," Yumeto groaned rubbing his sore eyes. Hatsume had other plans, there wasn't a sign of any tiredness on her baggy eyes, grappling his blazer as he tried to escape, "No! We did all this and you promised to test out one of my babies!!"
"Yeah. That was until you took four hours to make something that you probably could've made in less the twenty minutes!! And besides Hatsume, I just helped you not fail there's my compensation, so I'm leaving and you're coming too. We need to lock up and I'm very confident that I'll be blamed if I let you stay here overnight looking like a drowned rat!"
Hatsume thrashed as Yumeto tugged her wooly tank top, "I'm not a rat I'm a creator! I must make more babies!!"
"You smell and look like one, so it's a fair assumption now move! You can make all the babies you want tomorrow and stay there till you drop for all I care, 'cause you're not my problem then!!" He spat out, not even attempting to hide his annoyance now.
Dragging a now willing Hatsume down the dark bricked path to his dormitories, he passed along Class 1-A's dorms, the main hero course that the media had been raving about ever since the year started, everything had been completely centered around them.
The fact only stung even more, as much as villain attacks brought dread it was selfish of him to admit to wanting to be part of that, but now he never could dream to, all the hard work he'd put in had been entirely wasted.
His eyes had been glued to the building for so long that he'd managed to make a figure among the darkness. A light hanging above the path only made them slightly seen, his yellow eyes peered through the darkness to make low-hanging bangs coloured a chestnut brown.
Her head was in her hands, and a slight sobbing sound was heard in the night. Hatsume was now walking ahead, droopily strolling to her dormitories, still upset about being dragged away from the studio, Yumeto was still glancing over to the girl oddly curious.
"Stupid. Don't cry because you didn't get your way, it's Deku. He'll always focus on being a better hero not on getting lunch. Crying over this is just stupid....stupid," He heard the girl's words clearly and almost wanted to say something to her idiotic tone, it was a stupid thing to be crying over, he wouldn't have assumed the hero course to be full of saps.
'Not my problem..'
Letting out a cold breath, Yumeto let it hit his face as he shuffled his freezing hands into his pocket, it was only autumn yet it had gotten so cold, Uraraka spotted them too and for the briefest of moments brown met yellow as their eyes glanced into each other for just a moment, but neither said a word as both retired to their dormitories.
'It's not my problem..'