IZUOCHA'S LOVE STORIES (BOOK 1)

99 - CLICHÉ

By Mono-san

SUMMARY: "Thank you for staying with me last night," Ochako walked inch by inch, slowly, so Izuku wouldn't realize she was planning her escape. "It was a confusing evening and we all made mistakes in our lives, r-right? I'm sure this all happens to everyone—err, not everyone but uh . . . S-so yeah, no harm done. Bye, Deku!" . . . . . This was so not suppose to happen.

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A 24-year-old Ochako Uraraka found herself in her best friend's bed and she was beside him.

This was not supposed to happen.

To make the matter worse, she was snuggled in his arms, her gloved hand above his chest, the other embracing his waist. She was using his left arm as her pillow, his right hand wrapped around her small frame. Izuku's breath was even, tucked away to the safety havens of his dreams. Ochako, on the other hand, was having a mental breakdown.

This is bad. Like really bad.

A mistake like this was always the cliché reason why friends decided to avoid each other and never talk to the other again. Did they do it? She doesn't remember what happened the night before. That both relieved and disappointed her. If they really did do it and this situation will be the reason for their partnership shattering into pieces, it won't even be worth it. She can't even remember just one kiss.

She flinched as sudden pain flickers at the back of her head. Someone was bashing her skull with a bat—that's how it felt like anyway. Her head hurts like hell. The nightdress that she was wearing wasn't hers. He was living alone at present. Did he change her clothes? How could she even face Deku now?

Izuku sighed in his sleep and that stir her up from her stupor. Escape now, questions later. Maybe by pretending none of this really happen, their friendship wouldn't crumble to the ground and dissolves in the wind like ashes.

To be able to escape though, she has to untangle herself from him and shouldn't wake him up in the process. Slowly, silently, she lifted her arm away from his form. Over her success, she heaved a mental sigh of relief. Now this will be the complicated part. She has to lift Deku's arm away from her waist.

Gently, she touched his arm. Upon the contact, her gaze flew up towards his face to see if he was awake. He didn't. She didn't move though, suddenly caught by the thought that they hadn't been this close for a long time and this was the first time that she had woken up beside him. She was so close she could see the other nearly invisible freckles on his cheeks. His eyelashes were longer than she realized and it was as green as his hair. His face was still as innocent as a child, she thought, as she caresses a strand of hair away from his face.

The gesture, however, had Izuku waking up from his slumber.

His eyes fluttered open a tad and met hers, which was now widening in alarm. "Ochako . . .?"

"Eep!" She released a short squeal of surprise and rolls out of the bed.

Her body hit the floor but she stands up so fast straightaway, that the sudden forceful movements made Ochako dizzy. The lightheadedness was nothing compare to her distress nonetheless. He was awake and she didn't know what to do.

She felt the panic building, almost at the edge of hysteria, and blurted out a messy greeting. "Good m-morning, Deku!"

"O-oh. . . good morning, Ochako. . ." He mumbled under the covers and he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes with his fist sleepily.