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Since I was young, I always felt a tingling in my chest whenever I looked at one of... How do I put it? We weren’t exactly friends, so maybe, enemies. My heart would start racing, and my hands would sweat, even though I knew I had no chance.
When middle school started, I became what you could call a villain. Every time I got close, I felt that familiar tingling. The only way to get rid of it was to hit him. Many of those hits weren’t meant to be cruel—my body just moved on its own.
I hated feeling that in my body. I swore not to take things too far, but that last day of middle school, I lost control. I still regret saying those words... What if he had really taken his own life? So much would have changed... But I would swore to become the No. 1 hero just for Deku.
It wasn’t until I entered UA that I finally understood what that tingling was. I could say it was love, but that little kid I was, refused to accept it. Before I knew it, I had changed, and the way I looked at Deku changed too. He became strong—stronger than me.
During the war, I decided to sacrifice myself for Deku. I couldn’t let him die; we had to win that war somehow… I thought I wouldn’t survive, but I did. Edgeshot became my heart and gave me a new life.
When everything ended, we continued our studies, but I never told Deku how I felt. Now, years later, I helped him with a suit due to his lack of a quirk. It doesn’t hurt that he didn’t join my agency. It hurts that I never told him how I really felt… and in the end, someone else won his heart.