Uraraka had been so eager to get out, and NOT have to look at Izuku and Mina, that she had fled the classroom the moment the class ended, and in the process left behind stuff in her desk that she would need for homework during her one free day of the week.
Then she'd cursed herself for acting like such an idiot. All she'd accomplished was having to backtrack, and return a few minutes later.
She briefly hesitated at the door… But then forced herself to open. It was just Mina and Izuku behind it, hanging out and talking. It wasn't like they would be… Doing the real stuff here at school.
That was her rationalization anyway.
She did not want to think about that kind of stuff. Thinking about that kinda stuff, in the context of Izuku and Mina… Hurt. It physically hurt her when she did.
And so, as she opened, she felt her jaw literally drop as, over by the green-haired boy's desk, 1-A's only actual couple was engaged in what could only be called a makeout session.
A surprisingly passionate, and aggressive one as well, where Izuku had cupped Mina's cheeks in his hands, while Mina… Well, Mina was apparently really into it, given she leaned forward, and had closed her eyes.
The frenching couple was so into it in fact, that they did not notice her at all, nor the door being opened.
Uraraka for her own part just felt… Dead inside.
It was the same feeling she had felt all week long, just… Somehow the void inside of her, which had felt so all-consuming, felt… Even more so. As if infinity itself could be multiplied.
She left the room behind without a word, or even closing the door behind her, the stuff she had come to pick up completely forgotten, as she walked down the hallways of Yuei.
"Ah, Young Ochako!"
She froze, All Might's booming voice clearly calling out to her with his usual enthusiasm.
Damn it all. Toshinori was the LAST person she wanted to see right now.
She panicked, and it wasn't until she was halfway across the entrance, that she suddenly realized she had jumped out a window, and with the amazing power of One For All had propelled herself out with immense speed.
As she landed, several students around her looking at her, some annoyed, some angry, some impressed, Uraraka took off running out and beyond the gates.
It was dumb. Stupid. She should go back and apologize to Toshinori-San. But at that moment she just… She wanted to be alone. She did not want to have to explain to anyone why her face was full of streaming tears.
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It was, not too surprisingly, Izuku who first broke the kiss.
Mina felt it the moment when her boyfriend suddenly "Woke up" so to say, and realized what he was doing.
He did not pull back in a rush, the way an anime character who suddenly was interrupted in a moment like this might have.
Instead, he pulled back slowly, their lips separating, and for a brief moment, she could feel Izuku's warm breath on her lips before he pulled back further.
He was red as a crimson banner, breathing heavily, with an adorable, cute, and flustered expression.
For her own part, Mina was also breathing in a similar manner, being physically out of breath, while inside, part of her not really believing that had just happened.
It had been… Like lightning shooting down her spine! That was the only way she knew how to describe it. He had taken her completely by surprise, flipping the script she'd planned for this moment, completely on it's head, and made her putty in his hands. Literarily, given how he'd held her face like that as he… Well, he gave her quite the kiss. It had been… quite thrilling in it's own way.
"Well… I guess… You do have a dominant side after all… That's nice to know, Midori ♡ "
As Izuku sputtered furiously at that, completely back to his regular, cute self, Mina considered how she was going to have a lot of fun with this in the future.
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Inko looked around furiously for the car that once had driven her, Izuku, and her hubby around Japan.
As she did, she fretted, almost shaking as she walked, and she was biting her nails without even realizing she was doing so.
She was nervous. Nervous beyond words.
She shouldn't be.
She should be able to trust that this was all going to turn out well.
She was seeing her hubby, her other half, for the first time in years and years. Not just talking with him on the phone, or through messages.
She was actually going to have him here in the flesh. With her.
It was her greatest desire. The thing she'd dreamed of for years and years. She, Izuku, and Hisashi, back under the same roof again. A family. The way it had always been meant to be.
There was just one complication.
Herself.
She was not the woman Hisashi had swept off her feet all those years ago. The woman in the prime of her life, who had been a great beauty who had made men want her.
She was older, overweight, and she was even shorter. She also tended to fret far, far more than she had ever done when Hisashi was at her side.
That had never bothered her before. There had been so, so many other things that had bothered her over the years, that her physical changes had seemed small and insignificant by comparison.
Her losing her job thanks to a scandal she didn't really have anything directly to do with beyond what company she had worked for, her baby's quirklessness and all that came with it, their poverty…
The damn alien.
All of it had made her changes seem small and unimportant by comparison.
Not now. Now, as she walked through the harbor's parking lot, she felt immensely self-conscious of every single little detail of herself.
The way her steps felt both heavier to make as well as less gracious, the way her stomach which had once been flat and taunt, was now sagging with a fold, the way she glanced about with a kind of instinctual worry and fear.
She was older, physically less desirable, and had become a worrywart. And she was about to reunite with the one person whose opinion about all of it mattered to her.
A lot.
She finally did find the old car, though empty of the occupant she had come to meet.
The old red piece of steel, paint, and rubber looked as striking now as it had back then. Bought in a different time. One with a lot more cash flowing around, where one's hopes for the future seemed boundless.
It was a car that held a lot of memories for her. It had carried her hubby as they went to meet her parents for the first time. She'd used it as her personal vehicle when she had been a lawyer the first time. More intimately, it had also been where her son had been made.
She blushed as she thought about that, looking over the driver's seat where a flurry of passion and love had resulted in the most precious thing in her life coming into existence.
It was as she was thinking about that night so long ago, that two strong, powerful arms closed down, around her neck in a hug.
Her breath stopped for a second before a familiar, strong jaw found itself resting on her left shoulder.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a glimpse of bright, pure gold.
"Hello… Angel… ♡"
She blushed as a set of lips found themselves on her cheek, giving her a strong, passionate, tender kiss… then moving down to her neck, while also peppering her skin with further kisses.
Inko immediately felt her heart race, as Hisashi's lips went down to the nape of her neck, giving it a kiss, that made her moan, in a manner that was extremely inappropriate in any form of public setting.
"Hisashi! We... We can't… Not here!"
Despite her words, she felt a pang of joy at the sheer audacity of it. How bold and brazen it was. God, she had missed this.
Hisashi did not press further, instead bringing his head back up to rest on her shoulder again.
"I've missed you."
Inko blushed even more as she felt his warm breath in her ear.
"…Your touch… Your warmth… Your smell..."
She felt the strong, powerful arms shift as he repositioned himself, shifting from standing behind her to a bit more to her side.
She felt his hand at her chin, and with a motion, he turned her head around to face him.
He was just as she remembered him. The same strong powerful features that were so, so unlike his son. His piercing eyes, strong jawline, and his fuzzy mane of blonde hair… Contrasted with those adorable freckles which were the only thing Izuku had inherited from him.
"I've missed you… Angel."
She had missed him too. His chiseled looks, his hair… But most of all, the thing she had missed above anything else was that smile. That roguish, boyish smile that had swept a young woman off her feet, as easily as it did that same woman now, so many years later.
They embraced in a kiss. And in that one instance, the weight of years of separation, of loneliness, of having to manage her life all on her own just… Vanished like mists before the glorious sun.