the war is an everlasting weight on the minds of everyone in the hero society. especially for the unfortunate students of class 1-A who were forced to fight in this war. the weight hit everyone hard. though for some, it was like the world ended for them.

the rooftop of the dorms was a generally secluded place. normally the only reason people were ever up there was to engage in activities without prying eyes. though, this didn't seem to be the case with your dear friend ochaco.

slowly, you walk over to her. you didn't want to alarm the brunette haired girl. especially not at a place like this. then, you plop yourself beside her. you stay silent, and let ochaco dictate where she wanted this conversation to stray.

"do you ever wonder what would have happened if we could have helped the villains? reached them."

her voice was meek and her eyes were unfocused as they stared into the soft glow of the sunset.