CURRENTLY HIS | izuocha ; ✓

01 ; we meet again .

( runner stops running ! )

CHAPTER ONE !! pov ; THIRD PERSON'S !!

"Men are , scaaaaary as hell . . . !" Maybe shouting so loudly while being sat on some swing in an empty park , with the sun's withdrawal and the moon's night out wasn't really something teenagers as young as her , normally practice .

But it didn't matter . Not a lot of things matter now . For some reason . 

She stays there all leaned on one of the chain , rust and disgust all over her senses but she looks ahead at the post lights . Diminishing all feelings . Before grabbing her phone and seeing tons of messages .

She scrolls down from the most recent ; Auntie Inko : 50+ messages . And sees the one a few minutes prior .

From her boss .

I'm really sorry about what happened earlier , Uraraka-kun . Rest up for today , okay ? I wired you a bit more money than usual . Spend it wisely !

What exactly happened ? Her reflection showed along her now black screen . A visible dark spot right at her cheek . Must be red , swollen and looking pretty , painful . She touches it lightly and wince . It still hurt .

Some men are just , scary . They look at her eerily . They don't understand the fear she could or could not be feeling . And that alone is mortifying . She never liked being touched .

By the most unfamiliar hands too . Why do they think she works at the kitchen ? Did some drunkard really have to go and sneak in the backdoor just to cop a feel or two ?

If the trusty guy he works with didn't arrive any sooner , then things could've gone even worst . She wouldn't be just aching from the pain inflicted by a mop she tried to slam at the guy and was retracted back at her .

She sighs . This is the first time something like this happened . It's not at all a good feeling . She shakes her head . "I should thank , Bakugo-kun ."

So she did . Typing away . Erasing and retyping . Who knew a simple thanking would be this hard ? Thank you for saving me from a sexual assault-attempting drunkard ? Would that be any good ?

She shrugs and sends it . Not a minute more and a reply was sent back . Its all good . Get home and get some rest .

Bakugo have always been someone that never looked down on her . She is young and inexperienced with cooking in the kitchen and most of the employees didn't like having to drag around some beginner . Belittled her for it . Bakugo was the only one that stood up to them .

But Bakugo's kindness was not what she was thinking about right now .

Dark clippings all over her frilly inner consciousness . I don't have a home to rest in . It's hard to say that to anyone . Even to herself .

She did have a place to stay in . A small studio apartment . Rather inexpensive but quite the good place , for some reason , with such good heating and cooling conditioning of both water and air temperature .

She's more so pertaining to the fact that she's lost her home . Her loved ones . Also not quite the easy thing to say . She's only 15 too , when they died . It's quite astonishing that she was able to find a studio apartment then , and even a job .

More like , impossible .

Well , akin to what 13 year old she would have probably said if told that her parents would be dead by the time she reached 15 .

But now they're dead . Six feet under . Bodies probably all eaten by worms by now . No more pats on the head or compliments in regards to her achievements . No more motherly hugs or fatherly fishing days .

No more .

No more money on hand too .

She bought too many packaged mochi again . Some onigiri by the side of it too . She should cook an actual meal for tomorrow . It might be bad for her to always have these kinds of pathetic meals all the time .

"Ochako ?"

It's been long since someone called her by that . She looks up from her navigating of her money-doused convenience store plastic bag . "Yes ?" An auto-answer . She wasn't seeing clearly yet . Until the caller got closer , and a pair of emerald eyes snatches hers .

Oh no . She stays there still , alienated of what to do . Looking at him . A bit taller than before . Much taller than her now . Eyes still as cold yet doe . Face as freckled as witnessed sunsets during walking home .

It's Midoriya Izuku . Her childhood friend .

"Izuku ? What are you doing here ?" She's sure she's a bit on the edge of the town . A part he wouldn't know or wouldn't go to . He blinks , they were both still at the entrance of the store . Undoubtedly bothering the busy , sleepy people just trying to fetch one last thing before going home .

Pondering whether to run or fall , she holds at the sleeve of his shirt and says , "Let's go to the park ? Let's talk ."

It's not like I can run away forever .