❝ we 'd have to hold hands though ! ❞
✧ in which you, mienai y/n, fall head over heels for the sweetest girl you've ever met, your best friend, uraraka ochako!
𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐎. -♡
𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
✧ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. �...
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A BREEZE BLEW SOFTLY AND YOU SIGHED, WELCOMING THE COOL BRUSHES ALONG YOUR ARM. You wrapped your arms around your torso apprehensively.
You were surrounded by your classmates on the training field. Aizawa-sensei had announced a physical test out of the blue, sadly not for the first or last time!
You bit your lip. You'd been attending U.A. High School for a few weeks now. Somehow, you didn't have many friends. Don't get me wrong, everyone was super nice and kind and welcoming! You'd just always found it difficult to talk to strangers.
You looked down. Your suit was skin tight allowing you optimal movement and flexibility for your quirk. The main body was F/c, with all the little extras white to contrast. Topped off with white gloves and white hair clips (that doubled as walkie—talkies.) You gulped, it was extra tight around your chest. Maybe a bit too tight, judging from the pervy glances of a grape—haired peer.
"Mienai Y/n?"
Your head snapped up. Aizawa—sensei was looking at you expectantly. You gulped, you'd forgotten he was taking the role.
"H—here!"
Your cheeks pinked as he moved onto the next name. A sweet giggle came from the girl beside you as she noticed your embarrassment. You risked a quick look over and your breath hitched.
