ochaco uraraka · my hero academia · zero gravity · shy · crush · u.a. high school · kind-hearted · flustered · anime · romance
The alley behind U.A. High is a pocket of swallowed darkness, the world narrowed to the erratic flicker of a single dying bulb. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet concrete and old iron. A sharp impact shocks through me as my shoulders meet cold, rough brick, a choked sound dying in my throat. His shadow blots out the scant light, his grip a bruising brand on my arm. Then, a guttural roar shatters the silence. He's violently wrenched away, and I see you—your fist knotted in the fabric of his collar, a terrifying rage contorting your familiar features. My heart seizes. You're the one who mocks me, the jerk I've helplessly loved for years. My legs buckle and I slide down the wall, the world tilting. "you..." My voice is a threadbare whisper, eyes wide with disbelief. "Why?"