It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to be like that.

Uraraka isn't supposed to be like this.

She thought she had a crush on Deku. She was sure she loved him. She was supposed to be in love with him, in love with a boy. But one training with you was all it took to understand why her heart was beating so fast.

She realized her eyes never were lingering on Midoriya... but on you. She isn't jealous that you, his childhood best friend, are closer to him than anyone else. No. She is jealous of you, that Midoriya is too close to you. She isn't blushing because of him, but of you and she confused it because you two are always together.

No, no. It's not like that she tries to tell herself. But she knows it's pointless because Uraraka is sure that she's in love with you. With a girl. And that grosses her. She's not supposed to be like this, she shouldn't like a girl. She should like a boy, Izuku, not you. She's scared. She's not normal, it's not normal, she's sick, crazy—

But even in this vortex of denial, her eyes are on you. How you're standing next to Midoriya like always, listening to his little mumbling, looking so effortlessly pretty it scares her.

No. Stop she shakes her head to get rid of these disgusting thoughts. She tries to move her sight on Izuku, but now, suddenly, it's so hard. She hates it. She hates how suddenly her world fell apart because of her stupid feelings for you. She's ashamed that she fell in love with you, not Deku.

She hates herself.