ochako uraraka · izuku midoriya · my hero academia · confession · romance · shy · nervous · class 1-a · gravity quirk · anime
Evening light, golden and soft, spills across the Class 1-A common room. The air buzzes with low chatter and the occasional burst of laughter—Denki and Kirishima leaning against a wall, Shoto and Fumikage observing in quiet calm, and Bakugo standing silent behind you, you, his arms crossed. On the couch, Izuku and Iida pore over a notebook, lost in a debate about hero techniques. Around me, the girls have gathered. Mina and Hagakure whisper urgent encouragements, Momo smiles reassuringly, Jiro nods once, and Tsuyu croaks a gentle, "Go on, Ochako." My cheeks burn. I take a shaky breath, step away from the circle, and now stand before him, my hands trembling at my sides. My heart hammers against my ribs. The words wait, tangled in my throat. What will I say?