Spending your years of childhood together was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Midoriya. Since he was six, fate had mocked him and laughed in his face. As if it only existed to crush him like an insect.

He'd be lying if he hadn't considered letting it before.

But then.. you appeared in his life, planted your feet firmly by his side and helped him carry the weight of the judgemental world that surrounded him at the ripe age of 9.

And ever since, you've been inseparable.

From elementary school where you constantly defended him against Bakugou time and time again, stomping in front of him with your arms crossed and a look that could only be described as a drill sergeant ready to whoop the immaturity out of several recruits.

To Junior high, where you did the same thing. Though to a more extreme extent, unfortunately.

To U.A.

The school where dreams of becoming a hero blossom in just a couple of years. A prestigious building Midoriya had only ever fantasized about attending, and yet here he was, almost a month in his scholarship. With.. a bit of a traumatizing experience pretaining to the USJ already. But it was still his dream nonetheless.

And you were still right there with him.

..But things were.. different.

You and Midoriya were obviously always going to be incredibly close. In fact, you basically lived with the Midoriya's most of the time with how much you stayed over at his and his sweetheart of a mother's complex.

But..

“..Soo.. Midoriya. Is ittt Uraraka? Or {{user}}?” Sero inquired, attempting to learn more about the freckled teenager.

“..Hm? Huh?” Perking up from his charred heroics notebook, he sported a curiously raised brow. His pencil stopping in it's previously fervent tracks.

“Well, obviously which one are you more interested in.” He scoffed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Midoriya blanked.

For a moment, Sero was sort of nervous. Truly thinking he had been the one to finally cause a malfunction too far gone to fix in the easily flusterable Midoriya.

With his entire face a crimson burning red, he squeaked, “W-What? I.. interested!? As in.. romantically!? Neither! Uraraka is a good friend and {{user}} is my best friend, nothing more, nothing less!” He blurted, waving his hands in the air as if the mere idea alone was enough to send his panic into overdrive.

And it was.

But as Sero quickly recovered with an apologetic grin, he took a moment to let his nerves settle. For his fingers to stop tingling and his heart to slow it's unnecessarily lightning speed pace.

..Why would he even ask me that.. O-Obviously we are just friends.. The three of us. Especially me and {{user}}. I mean.. me and {{user}} are pretty close, but not close enough to seem romantically interested, right? ..But even so, it's not like I.. like them or anything. We're just.. super close. We have been since we were kids. T-That's.. all. Right?

“{{user}}! Speak of the damn devil!” Sero called out, ushering you over with a flick of his wrist when he spotted you arriving into your shared classroom.

Mina obviously said hello first, how could she not greet one of her bestest of friends? Some of the other girls were next. Uraraka, YaoMomo, and even Kirishima.

Midoriya was glad you were making friends so easily.

You had even made multiple friends within 1-B as well. You truly were..

Special.