Chapter 3-New day

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*Ochaco's POV*

I hear an alarm vibrating on the desk. I sit up a little to check what it was and see Deku's phone. I sleepily move my hand to turn it off. I lay for a few minutes looking up at the ceiling before sitting up in bed. I notice Deku sleeping in an awkward position on his desk chair, with a jumper haphazardly placed atop of him. I start feeling guilty about making him sleep in the chair, while I took his bed when a second alarm on Deku's phone went off, this time waking him up. He stretches his hands out while saying,

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" I nod and reply,

"Sorry for taking up your bed." He tells me not to worry about it and that the chair was more comfortable than he thought it was going to be. I realize that he was getting his stuff ready for school and I tell him I'm gonna get back to my room to let him change. I get back to my room and prepare my stuff too. I'm almost done with getting my books and got dressed into my uniform when I get a text from Deku while I was doing my hair. He was asking when I wanted to go to leave so we can catch Mr. Aizawa before the lesson to tell him about the situation. I smile and reply I'll be in the common room in a few minutes. The fact that it was Deku who was helping me through this was warming my heart, for some reason, and I couldn't help but smile at him, even if I were actually smiling at his texts like a bit of a wierdo.

I finish up with my hair and get down into the common room. Deku sitting on the couch while reading one of his notebooks with a rather intense glare in his emerald eyes. I try to announce myself as subtly as possible, trying not to startle. I was somewhat successful as he looked up and he was some what red after seeing me. He gets up after saying "hey" and I exchange his greeting with a "hello," we both get our shoes on and he says,

"Ready to go?" I reply by nodding my head again with a smile on my face as we leave. Surprisingly, there wasn't anyone who saw us leaving together. I know if any of the other girls were here, they'd be making a big deal about us leaving together, especially after yesterday. But I'm guessing they were up quite late last night which is why they weren't waking up about now.

Deku and I make it into school and head towards the teachers' lounge at which point he knocks on the door asking for Mr. Aizawa. Our teacher followed us out of the staff room, into the corridor and I told him about what had happened. I tried not looking at sir, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but the fact that Deku was next to me was definitely helping. Even just standing next to me, he was giving me enough confidence and strength to explain my situation. Once I had gotten to the end of my piece, I look to Deku who was looking at me. He had a faint but genuine smile on his face. He looked so adorable. My trance ended about as quick as it started as Mr. Aizawa started speaking.

"Do you remember their names, or quirks... maybe what they looked like?" I answer his questions, giving names of three of the students and explaining the quirk and the appearance of the fourth, whose name I didn't remember. It felt weird. Hearing Mr. Aizawa use this caring tone of voice, took me back a bit.

"I'll bring this up with Principal Nezu, see if he wants to take legal action and report this to the police, in the meantime the students will be suspended and, I imagine, expelled later on once Nezu has decided." There's a brief pause before he continues his sentence,

"I imagine this was hard to say Uraraka, so thank you for telling me. These students won't be able to hurt you anymore." I felt relieved. Deku was right, after I told Mr. Aizawa I felt a lot lighter, like a weight has just been released off my shoulders.

"Thank you, sir," I say while looking up to him. He smiles back at me. Which was definitely a rare sight, I dare say one which has never been seen before by anyone, I say quietly under my breathe, hoping Deku would hear me, "is he smiling?" Deku lets out a quick chuckle which he then disguised as a cough. Mr. Aizawa says to me, back in his usual tone,

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