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June of Doom

Day 1 (alt 1): Noose

Words: 1,396

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Yuga Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Iida (mentioned), All For One (implied)

Description: Aizawa had always defended Class 1A. He had done decent at protecting them from villains and the press alike. However, he never thought he would have to protect Yuga Aoyama from himself

Warnings: themes of suicide

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Aizawa had pretty good intuition when it came to his students. At least, he'd like to say he did. He hadn't always been the best teacher, but he felt like he was better with class 1-A. They respected him and he respected them. Everyone in the class had potential to become a truly successful hero.

The teacher got good at reading them. Sitting in class that day, he could tell something was wrong with Aoyama. His usual demeanor had been replaced with an disheaerened replica. The bright energy he normally gave off was gone, replaced by an eerie calm. He worked halfheartedly on a paper Aizawa had handed out.

When the bell rung, everyone turned in their worksheets and headed out for the day. Aizawa kept an eye on the blonde. He watched as Aoyama waited by his desk for another student. Iida placed his paper in the bin, then gently took Yuga by the hand with a smile. The two took another moment as they waited for their friends before leaving the classroom.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Back in the dorms Shota took a seat on one of the couches. He had barely start grading papers when Present Mic approached him.

"Hey Shota!" Mic casually flopped down next to him. "Grading papers huh? Who's are you on?"

"Aoyama" Aizawa replied.

"Is it just me, or has he been weird lately? "

"I noticed it today. I was thinking of talking to him tomorrow after class."

"Sounds like a good idea." Hizashi shifted gently to look at the ceiling. He didn't really feel like mentally grading work, but he wanted to stay in his partner's company.

They sat in silence for a moment. The hero marked the questions his student got wrong in red pen. He did surprisingly well on the worksheet, and Aizawa couldn't help but feel proud. Aoyama had come a long way from his first days in UA. He finished his corrections and flipped the paper over and into a growing pile.

Shota almost missed it. He grabbed the next paper, but pretty blue cursive drew him back to Aoyama's. He picked it up to get a closer look. Written on the back was a short message.

"This isn't your fault. Merci Mr. Aizawa"

A lump formed in his throat. Eraserhead stood with urgency, forgetting to put the paper down. He made a quick move towards the door.

"Sho? What's wrong?" Mic hadn't seen the note. He sat up, but Aizawa was already gone.

Outside, the teacher broke into a sprint. He prayed he was wrong. He prayed he was worries for nothing. Surely he had to be wrong about that the note meant. If he wasn't, then his student was a threat to himself. That he was going to make an attempt on his life.

What if he was too late? There was a chance that Aoyama had already fone through with it. Aizawa pushed the idea to the side. At the same time, he pulled the door of the class A dorm open. It was late, and no one saw him come in.

He took to the stairs in a rush, skipping a few as he went up. Yuga's dorm wasn't hard to get to, being only on the second floor. The pro-hero lept up the last step and rushed to Aoyama's door. Given the situation Aizawa figured it would be fine not to knock. When he reached for the door he was surprised to find that it opened with ease.

Inside was Yuga Aoyama, standing on a chair with a noose around his neck. The rope was secured to the mount normally used to hold his disco ball. The young boy looked surprised, his face quickly shifting to terror when he realized the position he was in.

"Easy kid. Let me help you get down from there." The teacher took a careful step forward, shutting the door behind him. Aoyama flinched, shifting away from Aizawa.

"Go away." Yuga murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me do this."

"I can't do that Aoyama. You know I can't do that. I'm going to help you down, and we'll talk about this." Shota tried to choose his words carefully. One wrong choice could make everything go from bad to worse in an instant. Aizawa had gone through training for situations like this as a hero. He'd run attempted suicides; buying time for the proper professional to arrive. Words couldn't describe how different it felt now that it was his kid that was a danger to himself.

"Please Mr. Aizawa. I can't do this anymore. I-I won't." Aoyama pleaded a little louder as he forced back a sob. Eraserhead took a purposeful step forward, tugging at the end of his scarf. He was loosing the blonde and he knew it.

"You'll be alright Aoyama. I can help you if yo-"

"Non! There's nothing you can do!" Aoyama cried, cutting his teacher off.

"The only way to leave his side is-" Yuga cut himself off. He paused, made a fragile attempt to calm himself, then continued.

"I'll only be free from him when I'm dead. I'm more than willing to trade his noose for one I tied myself."

"What do you mean by that?" Shota couldn't figure out what he meant. It was clear Aoyama was in a bad situation, but what was it? Why does he believe this is what he has to do? The teacher took another gentle step towards his student. The boy turned his attention to anywhere but Aizawa.

"Yuga, tell me what's going on." There was no response. Aizawa stole another step towards his target. It closed the distance between the two. If he stretched he could touch the chair. The hero in training muttered something about not deserving his help. He whispered something else, but the only word Aizawa heard was "villain".

"Take the rope off your neck, okay? I'll help you get down."

"Je suis désolé. I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa." Violet eyes met red for the first time since Shota entered the room and confirmed everything he feared.

It all happened in a second. Yuga kicked the chair out from under him. Eraser rushed forward to try and keep him from breaking his neck. The knot attached to the light came undone, and Aoyama nearly fell to the floor. Aizawa was the only reason he didn't, having been close enough to catch him. He gently guided his student to the floor.

When they situated, Aizawa was sitting on the floor where the chair had been, Aoyama leaning into his chest. The look of complete and total defeat on his face before he made his attempt destroyed Shota. It made the man's entire being ache. How could he have let this happen in his own classroom? How could he miss the signs in one of his own?

Yuga clung to his teacher, head on his chest and sobbing. Shota held him in a tight embrace. If that knot hadn't come undone there was a good chance the kid would've died. Aizawa never would've forgiven himself if something happened while he was right there. Just the idea made Aizawa sick. He ran his hand through Aoyama's hair soothingly, noticing the little tangles in it for the first time.

"It's gonna be okay. I'll make sure you're safe." Aizawa wouldn't have told him he'd figure it out if he didn't mean it. Come hell or high water this kid was going to be alright. It was his responsibility as a teacher and a hero to help. It was his responsibility as a person too.

Slowly, the teacher helped Aoyama calm down. The boy didn't sit up, opting to relax further into Aizawa's chest instead. It felt a little relieving. His action meant he felt he could trust Shota.

They could figure this out. He would stay by his kid's side for as long as he needed, no matter what. Shota's sole objective was to protect and nurture his students, after all. It might even be what gives his life meaning. What gives him a purpose.

Sitting on the floor with the boy, he recognized he had failed. He had failed Yuga Aoyama. He swore to himself he would never do it again. Never again would he allow this pain to crush any of his students.

Never.

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Writers block is kicking my ass lol

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I NEED Hawkeye Pierce to win this! Read the propaganda, and it's clear who comes out on top lol. Anyways, vote Hawkeye

NEED👏THAT👏MAN👏PREGNANT ROUND 6 POLL 1

PROPAGANDA:

[Hawkeye]

"He genuinely never stops asking for it. There's gotta be a one mpreg joke per season quota. One of the very first things he says to a new major character—his new best friend—is that someone's going to have to get him pregnant if they want to marry him."

"He wants it real bad in canon, told a man 10 mins after meeting him that someone needed to get him pregnant before he got married. He will NOT stop making pregnancy jokes."

"He makes multiple jokes about getting/being pregnant, or otherwise being fucked by men, throughout the show. One of the first things he says upon meeting his new coworker is "someone's gonna have to get me pregnant." I just need someone to take care of that obvious desire for him. For my own mental health and wellbeing."

"look at him. He’s so babygirl it hurts. All he does is crack a joke to cover up his pain."

"He wants to get pregnant, he talks about it constantly on the show. Yes it's jokes but they're so consistent, and honestly I think he deserves one nice thing out of this war."

"HE CANONICALLY WON'T STFU ABOUT GETTING PREGNANT. HE WANTS TO BE PREGNANT SO BAD PLEASE MAKE HIS WISHES COME TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"He wants himself to be pregnant, I'm just following orders."

"He regularly jokes about getting pregnant/wanting to get pregnant/"you'll have to get me pregnant first" and just look at him. Manwhore."

"Mans is hurting for it, multiple lines across all seasons with him referencing the idea of being knocked up, including but not limiting to offering to carry another man's baby more then once, and referring to another character as 'the son he never had' in a maternal sense multiple times. He's also canonically a whore (positive) if that helps."

"Man he needs himself pregnant. Like, he makes so many jokes about getting knocked up."

"this man is a bisexual pansy constantly begging other men to get him pregnant, whether it’s an army general on the phone, his best friend(s), or a man he literally just met 2 seconds ago while racing against the clock to meet the best friend/lover that this new man is replacing before he gets on a flight home (he fails and meets this new guy instead. He’s always playing at being the wife of his male best friends and just look at him. he needs it. for his health."

"It's what he wants!! He made enough jokes about it on the show!"

"Honestly, I don't even care that much about getting him pregnant. But I know he does so I'm doing this for him. His breeding kink. <3"

"he's gagging for it. seemingly every opportunity he has he makes a mpreg comment: "I know I'm just a captain, and you're a general, but i want to have your baby. I mean it! ill have your baby! I'll kiss all your stars!". that man is so traumatized from -the war- but i think getting pregnant could fix him. :3"

"Hawkeye Pierce is a bisexual draftee in the US Army who feminizes himself as a joke to reject the army life, and possibly, to "fly under the radar" (as in: "I'm only jokingly a homo! Otherwise I'm real manly!!!"). He regularly makes jokes as to becoming pregnant, bearing children, being the "mother/aunt" in the relationship (including a direct quote: "Tell your uncle Trapper and aunt Hawkeye about it!"). Hawkeye is tall, lanky, obviously "weird", "strange", a jokester and, I cannot emphasize this enough, obsessed with pregnancy. It's the thematic ideal of stability to him. Textually, the incorporation of pregnancy is an advanced development of his rejection of the army and the war. It's also incredibly funny. Have you seen Alan Alda? Get 👏 him 👏 pregnant 👏 now!!! 👏"

[Grunkle Ford]

"He has that pathetic nerd swag why wouldn't I want him pregnant. I know multiple people who would want to bang that senior citizen."

"okay so this is the most breedable motherfucker in gravity falls. sorry but its true. eldritch chaos god triangle wants him so bad he ended the world about it, genius engineer wanted him so bad it made his wife divorce him, aliens want him, everyone in the town keeps calling him a silver fox and hot, etc. his autistic swag, presumable complete sexual inexperience in his 60s, and whimsy are a recipe for all to feel extreme lust when gazing upon his visage.

reasons that he is so mpreg-able aside, it is actually somewhat plausible that he is currently, as we speak, mpregnant. the new gravity falls book, the book of bill, had a website that was released to promote the book and also relay a bunch of new fun information and arg things. this new book, in universe, is written with the intent to be read by ford, and for the website, it is showcasing ford's laboratory. so one could view all of the material with the perspective of it being directed at ford.

one of these messages on the website is an image of an ultrasound of a baby-- a triangular baby. on it, there is the message "congrats, guess what's growing inside you right now! see you in nine months, papa!"

so…. ford might be mpregnant with his ex, bill ciphers baby. yayyyy."

"He's just so submissive and breedable. he should get a sci fi abortion. he would not enjoy fatherhood."

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IDES OF MARCH

[madpencil]

Crosshair went from ''Brutal" by Olivia Rodrigo to "Nothing's New" by Rio Romeo throughout tbb

[madpencil]

I NEED someone to draw Zoë Nightshade with her hair dyed with the blues and purples like a galaxy. I feel like it would be cute as a peekaboo dye on her too.

(Picture from pinterest)

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Annabeth Chase and Hera Syndulla have the same vibe to them.

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Between "Captain Mann" and "Wyrm" I think it's safe to say they ran out of names lmao.

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Plot twist, what I thought were vents were in fact not vents lol. Still steal those AAs tho. And the Emperor's car

Omega really balloon boying her way through the vents in Tantiss. Steal their AA batteries!

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Febuwhump 2024

Day 2: Solitary Confinement

Words: 597

Characters: Crosshair, other mentioned clones (The Bad Batch)

Description: Crosshair got put in solitary confinement on Tantiss. It goes about as well as you could guess.

At the least the walls weren't bleach white like Kamino. Crosshair thinks they would've hurt his eyes if they were. Instead, the walls were a bleak grey. The same bleak grey he'd seen everywhere around this dreadful place.

However, unlike everywhere else, Crosshair was truly alone here.

Solitary confinement. He had landed himself in solitary confinement. It wasn't a long, complicated story really. He had tried to figure out where exactly they held Omega. She had told him a general area during a vent visit, but hadn't been able to find her before being caught. If only there was a vent down here she could climb through.

It was lonely, to say the least. He slouched with his legs over the end of a metal cot. At least Cross could deny his loneliness when there were people around. Using his own logic, it was hard to be lonely with useless chatter around him it was flawed logic and he knew it, but it helped a little. With a lack of people there was no useless chatter. There was nothing to distract himself with so he could hide from his loneliness. There was nowhere to hide from anything really.

No sound except for his own breathing. Nothing but four cold walls, a cold metal cot, and a cold ex-imperial. He started to figit with his hands, the slight shake of them becoming apparent. How could he shoot if his hands shook? He was a sniper, without steady hands he was useless.

He shouldn't let his mind wander. If he did he'd loose it in here. Abruptly, Crosshair stood up and began to pace. They hadn't told him how long he'd be in for.

"One, two, three, four..." The man started to count. To him it was idiotic, but it was also the only way he could think of keeping his mind from wandering. He kept pacing throughout the small room, counting aloud to himself.

"Forty-six, forty-seven , forty-eight..." Plan forty-seven was a plan Crosshair and Hunter had created. It's purpose was to surround a group and either capture or eliminate them. It didn't matter now, did it? Keep counting.

"Eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two..." Eighty-two was "the shockwave." It was one of Wrecker's personal favorites.

"Eighty-seven, eighty-eight..." He started to slow and shake at eighty-eight. The seeker. The last plan he called on their old comm channel. Whatever. It's fine.

"Ninety-eight-" The man didn't want to say it. Why had he decided to count?

"Nine... nighty-nine..." Plan ninety-nine. A plan involving the member who called it to sacrifice themselves for the good of their brothers. The plan that Tech had carried out. The one that killed him.

"One.. one.. oh whatever! What's the point?!" Crosshair stopped in the middle of the room with a huff. He tried to breathe.

Tech was dead, Mayday was dead, both Omega and him were trapped, and he had no idea if anyone was coming for them. There was nowhere to hide from this. No war, no missions, no useless chatter, and no one could save him from finally confronting the truth. He wasn't ready.

Cross lowered to the floor gently. His breath catching in his throat as the beginning of tears stung his eyes. Soft sobs panged off the walls of the room. He brought a knee up and slid to the closest wall. Once upon a time the cool metal on his back would've brought a sense of comfort, but there was no comfort here. There was only a prison with four grey walls, a metal cot, and a brother with an aching heart

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Omega really balloon boying her way through the vents in Tantiss. Steal their AA batteries!

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Febuwhump 2024

Day 1: Helpless

Words: 1,285

Characters: Omega, Hunter, mentioned rest of batch, mentioned Phee (The Bad Batch)

Description: Omega pretty much lives the quote "how do you process grief? By running from it until finds me in the middle of sunny street on a beautiful day."

Omega hadn't had a good day in what felt for forever. She sat crisscrossed on the warm sand of Pabu. The sun embraced her with it's warmth as she stared out at the waves. It felt like this should be the day to break the pattern. So bright and sunny with a sky so blue it was perfect. It was too perfect. That was the problem.

The girl shifted uncomfortably in the sand, opting to pull her legs up to her chest. There was this nagging feeling in her heart that wouldn't go away. She sighed and tried to direct her attention elsewhere. There were a few birds flying around. Four songbirds, a blue jay, and a dove. They mixed together like they'd known each other their whole lives. They flew and almost seemed to play above the water.

Omega took a closer look. They reminded her a little of the batch. The blue jay could be their reg, echo. After all, he did come from the 501st. The four songbirds were Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and her. That makes Tech... that made Tech the dove. Of course he would be the dove. It was a mourning dove. The feeling returned, and she swiftly jerked her head away from the group. It wasn't something Omega could place. This feeling she had. All she knew was it was terrible.

She looked back at the homes in Pabu instead. In each one was sone version of a family. An elderly couple that had fled Ryloth at the beginning of the war. A married couple and their three kids that Phee had invited when she heard their hone burned down. The young man and his dog on second street that escaped the lower levels of Courasant. They made up a family, and together they all made up Pabu. The batch included. All of them.

Could it really be all of the without Tech?

Omega jumped up out of the sand, refusing to entertain the thought any longer. She started to pace a little. The feeling wouldn't go away. It was better to just go back to the Marauder and forget about it. She'd come down on her own so their was no reason to stay. Besides, the sun would be setting when she got back and she didn't want anyone to worry about where she'd gone.

It was something of a long walk. The ship was perched at the top of the mountain on the landing pad. It wasn't a big deal as she enjoyed walking around Pabu. Not only was Pabu pretty, but she could always smell the salt water. Omega had to pay attention to notice it after bring around it for so long. It reminded her so much of Kamino.

The cities are underneath the water now. You almost drowned.

She shuddered and picked up her pace, trying desperately to shake off the thought. Her chest tightened again. She took a deep breath and turned a corner. Omega paused and stood for a moment. Why did she have to think about all of this now? It was such a perfect day to be outside and to enjoy herself. It was too perfect.

Omega started up with a brisk walk. She just wanted to get back to the Marauder. She just wanted to go to her room and lay down a while; maybe cuddle to to Lula if Crosshair didn't have her. She figured he needed her more after everything he'd been through. The girl picked up her pace a little more again, attempting to outrun the idea of Mt. Tantiss.

"Where are you off to in such a rush kiddo?"

Omega froze in her tracks. The man behind her sounded eerily like Hemlock. So much so it hurt. She spun to see a man and his dog. A young man and his shepard. Hemlock couldn't be here. He couldn't be there for so many reasons.

"Just, headed home sir." Her voice shook a little. The blinde didn't wait around for an answer before nearly sprinting away.

Why was she acting like this? How had her behavior changed so much in just a few months. She didn't like it. She hated it. Omega practically ran the rest of the way to the ship.

She sprung up onto the platform and darted towards the Marauder. It was nestled near the tree on that grew on the platform. She hopped over a large root and hurried her way around another one.

She did not get so lucky as to miss the third. The girl's foot caught and she fell towards the platform. She put a hand out to try and catch herself. It proved unsuccessful and she tumbed down next to the tree. Omega hissed and looked at her right palm. Then was a little blood from where she scraped it against wood trying to lessen her fall. Her knees stung and her ankle hurt.

Defeated, she just pulled in closer to the tree. Tears stung her eyes as she rested her back on the trunk.

"This is helpless" She broke down into sobs. Every wound before this felt as though it was reopening, and the scabs that hadn't healed had been picked at by her thoughts until they bled again.

"I am helpless" she thought. She hadn't been able to help her brother's duing the war, she'd been helpless when Tipoca city fell, helpless when Tech did, helpless to Crosshair and helpless against Hemlock. Even before all that Omega had started to think she'd burdened her brothers with her presence. Tears rolled down her face as she repeated those thoughts over a d over in her head. Anything she'd done or tried to do would be helpless. She tried so hard to be helpful, but she couldn't be when it really mattered.

"I'm helpless." She muttered as tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't hear Hunter when he came up next to her. However, at some point in the past minute he'd gotten close enough to hear her. When he spoke, he was already sitting down near her.

"You're not helpless Omega. What's going on?" He looked tired and concerned. It was a common look for the past little while.

"I just- I'm sorry." Omega leaned into Hunter's chest and cried. She cried for a long time. The only words were occasional words and phrases Hunter hoped would comfort his little girl. She looked up at his with red eyes.

"Everything is just so much, and I can't do anything to stop it or to help or‐" Her tone indicated she'd spiral if Hunter didn't intervene, so he interrupted.

"Omega. You've done so much for us. It's okay. We can take care of everything right now. Just, focus on you awhile, okay?"

"I wanna help." Hunter sighed gently.

"If you wanna help up, then you can start by trying to get better, okay?"

Omega nodded and leaned back into Hunter. He wordlessly lifted her up into his arms to take her to the ship. She didn't reject him, so he walked up to the ramp and in the Havoc Marauder.

The squad leader mapped out what he'd do in his head. He'd take her to his bed and lay her down. He'd tuck her in and retrieve Lula (and tell Omega Crosshair didn't have her) and wait until she fell asleep. It was easy enough.

He did just that. Hunter took great care in making sure she was comfortable and asleep before he shifted towards Tech's old bed. The helpless feeling Omega felt was scarily relatable. If you asked Hunter, he'd say he failed Tech. He took a glance towards Omega.

"I won't fail you too."

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Arundhati Roy, ‘Our country has lost its moral compass’

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Comfortember 2023

Day 2: Sweater weather

Words: 318

Characters: Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupen-Cheng, Tikki, Plagg, mentioned Chloe Bourgeois (MLB)

Description: It's cold outside. Mari didn't plan for that.

It was breezy outside of Collège Françoise Dupont. When Marinette looked at the weather what morning, it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to be sunny enough for her to leave her jacket at home. However, it was a cold 42°F (5°C) outside when school ended. Of course, the girl had errands to run for the bakery. It was a long walk too. It seemed to her she was destined to freeze to death on the streets of France.

Between her daily dose of Chloe and the akuku attack that happened in the middle of history, Mari had already had enough. She sighed and started down the sidewalk. Nearly shivering, it was evident this would be a long afternoon.

"Marinette! Wait up!!" The voice was knw she knew well.

"A-Adrien! Hey..."

"Take my sweater. It's cold out." With that he wrapped a soft, dark green cardigan around her shoulders. It had three dark brown buttons and had a clean knit design. Technically it wasn't a sweater, but he called it one. That made it one to Mari.

It was still warm from Adrien's body heat. Marinette gently stuck her arms through the sleeves. It made her feel better; like she had been hugged and told she would be okay.

"Thank you." The girl muttered. Adrien smiled and turned away with a wave. He started the other way, going to the car with his bodyguard. Marinette began her journey to the store and Adrien went home.

It was late now, and both Adrien and Marinette sat on their beds in their respective rooms.

"I can't believe he lent me his sweater Tikki! So dreamy!" Marinette kicked her feet and flopped on her back.

"I gave her my sweater Plagg. She seemed to like it." Adrien lingered in the middle of his bed. Dispite being on different places, the fated pairs thoughts were the same.

"I love sweater weather."

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Comfortember 2023

Day 1: Safe

Words: 825

Characters: Ochako Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya, minor Katsuki Bakugo, minor Tenya Iida, minor Class 1A

Description: Izuku needs someone to help him when he panics in the middle if the night. Ochako is that person.

Ochako couldn't sleep. The final battle was drawing near, and her own anxiety kept her awake. She lay under her covers with her eyes closed, but she just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Finally the girl gave up and got out of bed. She wandered to her bathroom and flicked the light on.

Her hair was messy and she looked tired. Ochako was tired. She turned the faucet on and cupped her hands. The water was cool on her hands and cold on her face. It was somewhat refreshing. The brunette was getting ready to do it again when she heard something. It sounded like a crash in the common area.

Ochako shut the water off and listened. It was quiet again. The noise wasn't just her imagination. She knew that much. She pat her hands dry on her t shirt and paced to her door. The girl opened it to see she wasn't the only one in the hallway.

Ashido stretched as she came out of her room.

"You heard that too." Ochako stated to the sleepy girl in the hall with her.

"Yep. What do you think that's about?" Mina asked as she rubbed her eyes. Ochako shrugged and started heading to the commons. She passed a few others on the way. Jiro and Denki were talking to eachother as they made their way down the stairs. Iida looked concerned. He and Ochako stayed close, and made it to the commons at the same time.

Tokoyami was in the kitchen with Midoriya. Dark shadow and Fumikage stood or floated around their classmate. Izuku was panicking and a couch was across the room. He paced through the sofas sobbing. Iida and Ochako looked at eachother for a moment and tried to decide how exactly to approach him.

"Pink cheeks. You talk to him." Uraraka turned around and faced Bakugo. He told her to go comfort him. Why her? She'd have to ask later. First she had to remove Tokoyami from his station. She slowly approached.

"I'll take him from here."

"That is fortunate. I attempted to get through to him with zero effect." She knew he had tried. It wasn't that he was bad at helping people, but he didn't want to hurt Midoriya.

"Izuku? What's wrong?" Ochako stepped closer to her friend. He paced and looked around. It seemed he didn't hear her. She got a little closer.

"Deku? Are you okay?" This time he looked toward here.

"Uraraka. I-I couldn't sleep and- there was someone outside. They wanted to get in and hurt us." Midoriya spoke quickly, his voice shaking with fear.

"I had to protect us. I had to!" The hero frantically motioned to the couch that had been throw."

"Thank you Deku, but we're safe in here. No one is getting in." She didn't truly believe there was someone outside. It was more that she didn't want him to feel stupid.

"But, they were there! They were there." He insisted and paced faster. He was getting lost in the idea they weren't safe. Ochako came closer until she was only a few steps away from her friend.

"Deku. We're safe. No one's going to get hurt. We're safe."

"But the‐"

"We're safe Izuku. You're safe." Ochako stood in front of him. It was then she had an idea as of to why she had to be the one to reach for him.

She had never feared him. She never stopped once when it came to helping him. During their joint training with class 1B she jumped in to save him, despite the dangerous outburst of black whip. It had been all the clas reached out when he went rouge. Iida may have been the one to secure him, and Bakugo the one who convinced him to stay, but it was Ochako who stood on the top of UA to defend him. She never cared about all the danger and risks and dirt. Ochako Uraraka never even saw it. She only saw Izuku Midoriya.

"What... what if someone is put there?"

"There's no one there Izuku. We're safe."

"But. All for one and Shigaraki-"

"Aren't here. It's okay. Nothing is going to happen." The idea that nothing would happen wasn't exactly true, but nothing more would happen tonight.

It seemed Izuku finally understood everything around him. His face dropped from him hysterics and he finally locked eyes with his classmate. The panic was replaced with pure sorrow and he cried softer. His knees gave, and both Ochako and him fell to the floor. Deku leaned into her shoulder and sobbed. He sobbed for everything he'd lost, everything he'd loose, and for all the worry he caused.

Uravity shifted him to be more comfortable in her lap and let him cry into her shoulder.

"It's alright Deku. Everyone is safe. You're safe." In that moment, Izuku believed it. He believed everyone was safe so long as Ochako Uraraka was there, including himself.

(@comfortember)

[madpencil]

Good vibes only? More like aroace vibes only.