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It all started when one Kaminari Denki found the archive.
“Okay, hear me out,” he said, lying upside down on the couch like an attention-starved golden retriever, his hair flopping toward the floor. “What if… we looked up fanfiction about ourselves, i know they exist?”
Mina’s head whipped around so fast she might’ve pulled something. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Why haven’t we done this before?!”
“It’s probably illegal,” muttered Jirou, half-interested, glancing at the screen with cautious curiosity.
“It’s probably traumatizing,” mumbled Midoriya, already pale and gripping his tea cup like a lifeline.
“Wait—we should look up fanfiction about us! I bet there’s so much IzuOcha content,” Mina added, her lips curling into an evil little smirk. “People love romance."
"Especially that slow-burn, mutual-pining, enemies-to-lovers-trope-with-a-side-of-forced-bed-sharing kind of thing.”
Uraraka blinked. “What’s ‘IzuOcha’?”
Izuku choked on his tea. “NOPE—NOPE—I—DON’T—” because of course he knew about the horrors of the internet.
“It’s your ship name, sweetie,” said Mina sweetly, patting his hand like a mom delivering bad news.
Ochako tilted her head in confused curiosity. “Wait… like, a relationship? Like, me and Deku?”
A red Izuku was now actively attempting to phase through the wall.
Five minutes later, the class was gathered in the 1-A common room. Kaminari had his laptop open like it was the Ark of the Covenant. Mina was curled beside him, eyes glowing with mischief. Sero, Jirou, Hagakure, and Kirishima sat cross-legged around the table, reverent as if it were sacred ground. Iida stood off to the side, gripping his notebook like it might protect him from impending doom.
“I’ve found it,” Mina announced triumphantly. “The Holy Grail. It’s called Zero Gravity, 100% Attraction. Twenty-two chapters. Tags include: ‘Slow burn,’ ‘Green Tea,’ ‘Thigh envy,’ ‘Uraraka is not good at feelings,’ ‘Bakugo is aggressively done,’ and… ‘Alpha Dragon Deku?’”
Everyone turned to look at her.
“Wait, alpha?” asked Todoroki, narrowing his eyes. “Is this an… omegaverse?”
"How do you know that?" Mina murmured suspiciously.
“Absolutely not,” croaked Izuku, voice trembling wishing the ground would swallow him whole.
“Read it,” said Jirou, already grabbing a bag of popcorn. “Loudly.”
“I volunteer as tribute!” Uraraka declared, far too fast and far too cheerfully. Izuku let out the most defeated sigh in human history.
“Please, don’t read this,” Izuku begged, but his plea went unheeded.
“Oh, it’s getting read,” said Jirou, plugging the laptop into the speaker system with a flourish.
“AND I WILL DO THE HONORS!” Uraraka announced, hopping onto the coffee table like she was about to deliver Hamlet’s soliloquy. “Let the shipping commence!” She cleared her throat with dramatic flair, scanning the first chapter as if it were sacred text.
“Chapter One,” she intoned, “Uraraka stared at Midoriya’s glistening, sweat-soaked biceps as he benched 300 pounds like it was nothing. ‘Goddamn,’ she whispered, ‘I want to do more than just float you.’”
A loud silence fell. Then:
“WHAT?!” screamed Izuku, his face redder than a stop sign. “I—I DON’T EVEN GO TO THE GYM!”
“DUDE, I can’t breathe—this is hilarious!” Kaminari wheezed between fits of laughter.
“Glistening,” repeated Jirou, deadpan. “Sweat-soaked biceps.”
“Glases!,” Bakugo barked, “pass me that coffee table so I can bash my own skull in.”
“No.”
“Chapter Two,” Uraraka pressed on, undeterred, flipping pages like a professional narrator.
“Deku tilted his head, green eyes full of bashful intensity. ‘Do you really like me?’ he whispered. ‘Or do you just want my notebooks?’ She laughed, gently taking his hand. ‘Midoriya… I want to study your anatomy.’”
Iida choked on air. Mineta screamed like he was being murdered. Tsuyu slid to the floor and stayed there, motionless.
Midoriya curled into a what looked like a very red ball. “Why is this happening to me? What karmic sin did I commit in a past life?”
Sero wiped a tear of laugther from his eye. “This is better than TV.”
Bakugo threw a slipper at Uraraka. She dodged with agility born of desperation, keeping her momentum.
By Chapter Three, Uraraka was standing on the coffee table, reading with increasing confidence and disturbing enthusiasm.
“He cupped her cheek, his fingers trembling. ‘Uraraka… I’ve never felt like this before. When you use your Quirk on me, I feel like I’m not just floating—I’m flying.’”
“That's…actually kinda poetic,” Tsuyu whispered, misty-eyed.
“FLY INTO A VOLCANO,” Bakugo roared. “MIDORIYA, FIGHT ME.”
“I didn’t write this!” Midoriya howled. “WHY ARE THERE ELEVEN DIFFERENT FICS WHERE I TURN INTO A DRAGON?!”
By Chapter Four, she was fully committed. She was using voices. Midoriya received a soft, whispery falsetto while Uraraka’s narration dipped into sultry, dramatic tones.
“Uraraka leaned in, the scent of cinnamon gum and danger curling around her like a cloak. ‘You make me feel light,’ she said. ‘But it’s not my Quirk this time.’”
“Who writes this?!” Midoriya whimpered, covering his face in sheer embarrassment.
“Better question,” muttered Todoroki, “why does it lowkey slap?”
Aoyama was weeping openly. “It’s beautiful… it’s art…”
“So manly,” Kirishima cried, fists clenched in awe.
“I’m losing brain cells,” Bakugo hissed. “This is emotional terrorism.”
Then came Chapter Six: the infamous “closet scene.”
“Trapped together during a training drill gone wrong, their faces only inches apart, Uraraka could feel the heat rolling off his chest. ‘Are you nervous?’ he asked. She swallowed. ‘No. Are you?’ He smirked. ‘Terrified.’”
Jirou clapped appreciatively.
Iida accidentally broke a pencil in half.
Todoroki blinked slowly. “Why don’t we have closets like this?”
“Don’t encourage it,” Izuku begged, his voice cracking.
“I CAN’T TAKE THIS,” Bakugo roared. “DEKU’S TOO LAME TO PULL OFF A SMIRK.”
And then came Chapter Seven: The Heat Fic.
Uraraka read the tag aloud first. “‘Omegaverse AU,’” she announced. “Ooh! I’ve heard of this. Okay, okay—‘Alpha Deku growled possessively, scenting the air like a beast denied his prize. “Uraraka,” he snarled. “You’re in heat. And I’m—”’”
“NOPE,” shouted Aizawa, bursting through the door like the ghost of parental disappointment, holding an empty coffee mug and a rolled-up sleeping bag.
“I am invoking teacher override,” he said flatly as if he hadn't been gossiping behind the door.
“This fic ends now.”
“Nooooooo!” Kaminari begged. “We’re just getting to the knotting metaphor!”
“Wait, wait, she hasn’t gotten to the nest-building part—” Kirishima protested.
“You’re all suspended,” Aizawa concluded.
The next day, things were worse.
Someone—probably Mina—had printed excerpts and taped them to the dorm hallway walls like inspirational quotes.
Todoroki started asking Midoriya if he preferred “being the little spoon or the dragon overlord.”
Kirishima casually dropped “mating press” into lunch conversation and caused four nosebleeds.
Bakugo launched a one-man crusade to purge the internet. Instead, he found Bakudeku alpha smut and took a vow of silence that lasted all of twelve hours.
And Uraraka?
She got her own fanfic series.
It was meta. It was absurd. It was weirdly popular.
It was titled: The Gravity Queen Reads Fanfic Aloud and Midoriya Dies a Little Every Time.
“‘You’re reading again,’ he whispered, eyes wide with dread.
She smirked, holding the laptop like a weapon."I found the soulmate AU where you turn into a wolf."
He screamed into the void.