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Ochako's Fanfiction

You might have seen this one in my drabble collection on AO3 already but here it is as a solo piece~ (I'm still chuckling to myself as I reread it lmao) Also I'm sorry for the long post - I'm on mobile and can't add a 'Read More';;

Anime: My Hero Academia

Ship: Implied Izuocha

Tags: Humour, Second-hand embarrassment

Summary:

It's usually very handy that computers place documents in alphabetical order. Until it's the very worst thing ever.

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Ochako tried to stamp down on the fluttery feeling in her stomach, but instead only managed to transfer it into a jittery motion in her leg that had it bouncing up and down. She’d been in tough training scenarios, nearly killed by villains, succeeded at assessments… failed at them too… and yet she’d never been quite as nervous as she was right now; standing in front of Mr Aizawa’s desk, waiting to find out why he had asked to see her after class.

The door slid slowly behind the last student to leave the classroom and Ochako caught a glimpse of Deku’s concerned expression through the narrow gap before it clicked shut.

Finally, her teacher looked up at her. She flinched.

A handful of wild excuses leaped into her mind at his stern expression, even though she had no idea if or what she had done wrong yet. She had very little experience of being in trouble at school so her panicked mind ran through many of the excuses she had seen in movies. None of which she knew would help her with Mr Aizawa.

Ochako waited through the painful silence for him to speak while her leg still bounced on the spot as if it could release some of the nervous tension coiling in her stomach.

“Uraraka,” he finally said.

“Y-Yes? - Um, sir?”

“When did you print your assignment?”

Ochako blinked. When? Her eyes were drawn to the pile of papers stacked on the end of his desk, all upside down as he liked them, knowing that hers was the one on the top. She cringed a little and scratched her cheek. “Well…” Did she really want to admit that she’d forgotten about the deadline and printed it right before class, slamming it onto the pile just before he walked into the classroom?

She sighed. “This morning. Just before class.”

His expression didn’t change even as he said, “I thought so.”

Ochako ran through any possible reason he could be asking but could only imagine maybe she’d printed it wrong or had missed a page in her haste to print the document and get to class in time for the deadline. Admittedly she hadn’t checked it before she’d grabbed it from the printer and added it to the pile – hers being the last one.

Mr Aizawa picked up a bundle of paper and held it in front of him so that she was still looking at the back, giving nothing of her possible error away. “I gave them a quick look earlier, and I was surprised to find the very first paper wasn’t what I had expected. I assumed it was yours, even though there was no name attached.”

She nodded, but her eyes were narrowed in confusion.

“Uraraka, I’d like you to tell me the name of the assignment I asked everyone to write for me.”

Ochako rubbed her arm. “It was ‘A Summary of Escapes’.”

Mr Aizawa looked at the paper in his hands and slowly lifted his sleepy gaze back to her. “Then I’d like you to tell me why I’m holding a piece of writing titled ‘A Summer Escape’.”

There was silence as she stared at her teacher, expression blank, while her tired mind tried to catch up to why that name would be familiar.

His eyebrows went up a fraction as he watched her struggle. “I’ll read it out and it might jog your memory. It begins, ‘The two heroes are so glad of their summer escape together alone. The brunette smiles happily at her green haired companion as they enter the pretty log cabin’…”

Cold dread crawled through Ochako’s veins as she slowly realised what she was listening to. “Oh no,” she whispered.

“… ‘but they are surprised to find that it only contains one bed.’”

“No,” she cried, slamming her hands on her burning cheeks. “No no no!”

This can’t be happening!

“Uraraka, please come down from the ceiling.”

Nothing but a thin high-pitched screech came from her throat as she shook her head violently, her back now resting on the roof of the classroom.

If she could just convince Mr Aizawa to open a window, then she could float out of it and away forever.

My teacher is holding a copy of my fanfiction.

Ochako didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. Instead she curled up into a ball on the ceiling while her voice came out with a hysterical edge, even muffled through her hands. “I p-p-printed the wrong document!”

“I did get that impression,” he said as evenly as ever. Though even through Ochako’s current anguish she swore she detected a note of amusement.

Something strong attached itself to her ankle and pulled her gently down. Ochako peeked between her fingers to see Mr Aizawa pulling his scarf slowly, lowering her to the ground so that when she was close enough to the floor, she released her quirk and dropped to her feet with a soft thump.  

Of all the denials that she wanted to give, battling with her intense desire to simply make a dash for the exit or curl into a ball while wishing the ground would open up beneath her, the words that finally squeezed itself out of her mouth was a squeaky, “Does this mean I’ve failed?”

Ochako finally lowered her hands at the following silence and realised her teacher looked like he was desperately holding in laughter. After a brief pause to gather his composure, a tiny quirk of his lips was the only indication that he’d felt any amusement at all.

“This paper would get a zero, yes.” Mr Aizawa replaced it on the top of the pile. “But I won’t have chance to mark them tonight, so they’ll be staying on my desk until tomorrow.” He gave her a pointed look, his eyes dark with intensity.

“Until tomorrow?” she repeated, struggling to comprehend the significance of his words when the word ‘zero’ was echoing loudly through her ears. He offered nothing more and she looked at the floor while her heart was still beating loudly with the adrenaline of her embarrassment and her face still burned with a strong blush.

If he wasn’t marking them tonight, then that meant… Ochako’s face suddenly brightened. “Y-Yes sir! Th-Thank you!” She flapped her hands and made to flee, ready to print the correct document and replace it immediately.

“Uraraka.”

She stopped mid-step.

“You might want to take this with you.” He indicated the top of the pile.

“O-Oh yes!” Ochako whipped the story into her hands, but then she hesitated. “Could you, um, please, maybe not tell anyone about this?”

Mr Aizawa leaned back in his chair and blinked sleepily. “Tell anyone about what?”

Ochako ducked her head down and yelled a strangled, “N-Nothing sir- thank you- I-I’ll be right back,” as she dashed from the classroom, clinging to the papers tightly.

She thought she heard laughter as she went, but it could have just been the sound of her shoes hitting the floor as she ran to her laptop, clutching her fanfiction like it might leap out of her arms and reveal itself to everyone she passed.

(… Maybe she’d print out the sequel for herself too.)