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Just another star in the sky <3 (5th October 2024)

Izuku Midoriya x Reader ; Uraraka pov angst

Prompt! Uraraka experiences unrequited feelings while watching him choose her

Class 1-A was always filled with energy, but amidst all the chaos, there was one person who never seemed to make much noise—Y/N. She was quiet, graceful, and admired by many, both for her personality and her unique quirk. With a soft glow of light following her wherever she went and delicate wings that fluttered when she used her fairy quirk, Y/N seemed to embody a calm and gentle presence that stood out amongst the usual rambunctious nature of the class.

Ochaco Uraraka sat at her desk, her eyes lingering on Y/N as she floated quietly around the room, her wings glimmering slightly under the fluorescent lights. Y/N wasn’t someone who demanded attention, but somehow, she always got it. Everyone noticed her. Uraraka especially noticed how he noticed her—Izuku.

It wasn’t that Izuku was obvious about his feelings, but Ochaco had known him long enough to recognize the subtle changes in his behavior. The way he glanced at Y/N when he thought no one was watching, the way his face would turn just a little red when she walked by. It was like a stab to the chest every time Ochaco caught him staring.

As Y/N gracefully floated past, her wings barely making a sound, Uraraka clenched her fists under the desk, feeling an uncomfortable tightness in her chest. She had always known that Y/N was beautiful, kind, and admired by many. But knowing that Izuku—her Izuku—liked her was harder than she’d anticipated.

Uraraka had never said it out loud, but she had harbored feelings for Izuku since the beginning. His kind heart, his determination, and the way he always tried to help everyone—those were the things she had fallen for. But Izuku? He had fallen for someone else. Someone like Y/N, someone who was effortlessly perfect in every way.

She lowered her gaze, staring at the wooden surface of her desk as her thoughts swirled. How could she compete with Y/N? Y/N’s quirk was beautiful, elegant—she was beautiful and elegant. Uraraka’s quirk was practical, but not graceful. Y/N never stumbled over her words like Uraraka often did. She never had to worry about blushing too much or saying the wrong thing. She was always so poised.

It wasn’t that Uraraka disliked Y/N—how could she? Y/N was nothing but kind, always offering a smile or a helping hand when someone needed it. But it hurt. It hurt knowing that the person she liked admired someone else. That the person she admired thought so highly of someone she could never compare to.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to well up in her eyes. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to feel this way. She didn’t want to be angry or jealous. Y/N had done nothing wrong. And Izuku? He couldn’t help who he liked. But it didn’t make the pain go away.

Uraraka’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Midoriya’s voice. She glanced up, her heart sinking as she watched him nervously approach Y/N. He looked flustered, rubbing the back of his neck as he always did when he was nervous.

“Um, Y/N,” Izuku stammered, his cheeks tinted pink, “I was wondering… uh, if you’re not too busy, do you want to help me with the homework later? I mean, only if you want to—! It’s fine if you don’t have time.”

Y/N turned, offering a soft smile that made Izuku’s blush deepen. “Sure, I’d be happy to help,” she replied, her voice as quiet and calming as always.

Uraraka felt like her heart was breaking. She could see how much it meant to Izuku, how much he liked her. The way he looked at Y/N was different from the way he looked at anyone else. And Y/N? She was so sweet, so unassuming, that she probably didn’t even realize how much of an impact she had on him.

As she watched them, Ochaco’s mind began to spiral, comparing herself to Y/N more harshly than ever. I’m not as graceful, not as calm, not as beautiful, she thought bitterly. No wonder Izuku likes her. Who wouldn’t?

She clenched her fists again, feeling the frustration and sadness bubble up. It wasn’t Y/N’s fault, and it wasn’t even Izuku’s. But she couldn’t stop the hurt from creeping in. It felt like she was losing a battle she had never even entered.

“Uraraka?”

She jumped, blinking rapidly as she realized that Kirishima was standing in front of her desk, a concerned look on his face. “You okay? You look a little out of it.”

Uraraka forced a smile, pushing her emotions down as best as she could. “Yeah! I’m fine,” she said, her voice a little too bright. “Just, uh… thinking.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didn’t push. “Well, if you need anything, just let me know.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, grateful that he didn’t ask more questions.

As he walked away, Uraraka let out a quiet sigh. She glanced back at Y/N and Izuku, who were now sitting together, their heads bent over a notebook. Izuku was explaining something excitedly, and Y/N was listening intently, nodding along.

He looks so happy, she thought, her heart aching. Why can’t I just be happy for him?

But deep down, Ochaco knew why. She was in love with Izuku. And it was tearing her apart to see him fall for someone else.

Later that evening, as everyone was winding down in the common room, Uraraka sat by herself, watching as Izuku and Y/N interacted with the others. She couldn’t help but feel invisible, like she was standing in the background of someone else’s story.

And maybe that was what hurt the most. Because in her heart, she had always hoped that her story would be with Izuku. But now, she wasn’t so sure if that was ever meant to be.

Days turned into weeks, and Uraraka found herself watching the gap between her and Izuku grow wider as Y/N quietly filled the space. It was never anything blatant—Y/N was too kind and unassuming for that—but little by little, she saw how Izuku gravitated towards her. It was the small moments that hurt the most: the way his eyes brightened when Y/N entered the room, the way his smile lingered just a little longer when they talked, the way he seemed more comfortable around her as time went on.

Uraraka tried to keep her feelings hidden. She smiled when she needed to, laughed when she could, but inside, she felt herself shrinking. Every time she saw Izuku with Y/N, her chest tightened, and the weight of unspoken emotions threatened to drown her.

She couldn't hate Y/N—there was nothing to hate. Y/N was always kind, always so soft-spoken and gentle. But the bitterness that clawed at her insides grew stronger each day. Uraraka was falling apart in silence while Izuku and Y/N got to know each other more, and it felt like she was watching her worst fears unfold right in front of her eyes.

It all came to a head one afternoon when Izuku invited Y/N to join them for lunch.

“Hey, Y/N! We’re all going to grab lunch together. Wanna come with us?” Izuku asked, his face lighting up as he extended the invitation.

Y/N hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. “Sure, if it’s not too much trouble.”

The group, consisting of Izuku, Iida, Todoroki, and Uraraka, all gathered at their usual table in the cafeteria. At first, it seemed like a normal lunch, but Uraraka could feel the tension building inside her the entire time. She sat quietly, picking at her food, while Izuku and Y/N talked and laughed with the rest of the group. Even Todoroki, who was usually quiet, was engaging with Y/N more than usual.

"Y/N, your quirk is really unique," Iida said with admiration. "I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It must take a lot of control."

Y/N smiled softly, her wings fluttering gently behind her. "It does take a bit of practice, but I’m getting there."

Izuku beamed at her, as proud as if he had trained her himself. "Yeah, Y/N’s amazing at controlling it. I saw her during training the other day—she handled it so well!"

Uraraka’s fork clattered onto her plate, and everyone looked at her. Her heart was pounding, and her chest felt tight. She could feel the anger bubbling up, threatening to spill over.

"Are you okay, Ochaco?" Izuku asked, his concerned green eyes searching her face.

That was the last straw.

"No, I’m not okay!" Uraraka snapped, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "I’m tired of this! I’m tired of pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not!"

The entire table fell silent, everyone staring at her in shock. Y/N’s expression was a mix of confusion and concern, and Izuku’s eyes widened, looking genuinely taken aback.

"Uraraka, what’s wrong?" Iida asked, his tone calm but laced with worry.

But she couldn’t answer. The emotions she had been bottling up for so long were crashing down on her all at once. Tears burned in her eyes, and she clenched her fists, trying to keep herself from crying right there in the cafeteria.

Without another word, she stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she pushed it back. The weight of everyone’s stares was too much. She couldn’t handle it—not the confusion, not the pity. Especially not from Izuku.

"I just—" Uraraka’s voice cracked, and before she could finish, she turned on her heel and bolted from the cafeteria, her tears finally spilling over as she ran.

The hallways blurred as she sprinted, her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn’t face them, couldn’t bear to see the confused expressions on their faces, especially Izuku’s. She had tried so hard to keep it all in, but it had become too much. Watching him fall for Y/N had been like slowly pulling a thread until everything unraveled.

She didn’t know where she was going, but it didn’t matter. All she knew was that she needed to get away from the cafeteria, from the people who didn’t understand, from the pain that had been eating her up inside for so long.

Finally, she found herself outside, breathless and shaking as she leaned against the wall of the school building. Her tears fell freely now, her body wracked with quiet sobs as she tried to catch her breath. The jealousy, the sadness, the guilt for feeling that way—it all hit her at once, and she felt like she was drowning in it.

She wasn’t mad at Y/N. She couldn’t be. But the truth was, seeing Izuku with someone else, seeing how happy he was when he looked at her—it had broken something inside of her.

And now, there was no taking it back. No pretending that everything was fine.

Because for the first time, she had let herself acknowledge the painful truth: the boy she liked was in love with someone else.

A few weeks had passed since Y/N and Midoriya had started dating, and Class 1A was buzzing with excitement. It felt like everyone knew, and they couldn't help but talk about it. The once-quiet Midoriya, who had always focused on training, now had an undeniable spring in his step whenever Y/N was around. It didn’t take long for the rest of the class to catch on, and before anyone knew it, teasing him became their favorite pastime.

Uraraka, on the other hand, was doing her best to hold herself together. She had watched Midoriya and Y/N grow closer, their bond becoming something more than just friendship, and now they were an official couple. Every day felt like a slow, painful reminder of what she couldn’t have.

At lunch one day, the teasing was in full swing.

“Hey, Midoriya,” Kaminari called from across the table, leaning in with a smirk. “How’s it going with Y/N? You two are practically inseparable now.”

Midoriya flushed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “I-It’s going fine,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “We’re just—”

“Oh, come on, man, don’t be shy!” Sero grinned. “You’re dating her! That’s a big deal.”

“Yeah!” Mina added, giggling. “You’re living the dream. I mean, Y/N’s so pretty and cool, and you two look super cute together!”

Midoriya’s blush deepened as he mumbled, “It’s really not a big deal…”

But everyone was having too much fun to stop. Even Todoroki, who usually remained quiet, chimed in, his voice deadpan but his eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re doing well, Midoriya.”

Y/N sat beside Midoriya, smiling softly, her own face pink from all the attention. She wasn’t used to being in the spotlight like this, but she handled it gracefully, simply nodding and occasionally glancing at Midoriya, whose awkwardness was both adorable and endearing.

Across from them, Uraraka sat quietly, her chest tightening with every passing second. She felt like an outsider in her own group. The laughter, the teasing—it all felt so far away, like she was watching from behind a glass wall. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break through.

Her food sat untouched in front of her as the others continued to talk about Midoriya and Y/N’s relationship. The more they talked, the heavier the weight in her chest became.

She had been holding it in for so long—bottling up her feelings, trying to be happy for Midoriya, trying to be supportive. But every time she saw him with Y/N, every time she heard him laugh at something Y/N said, it felt like another crack forming in the walls she had built around her heart.

“Uraraka, you okay?” Mina asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the chatter. “You’ve been super quiet.”

All eyes turned to her, and Uraraka froze. Her hands trembled slightly, and she clenched her fists, forcing a smile onto her face. “I’m fine,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… not really hungry.”

Midoriya looked at her, concerned. “Are you sure? You don’t seem like yourself today.”

Hearing his voice, his concern directed at her, made her heart ache even more. She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t sit there any longer, watching them, feeling like she was suffocating in her own emotions.

“I… I think I’ll head back to the dorms,” she mumbled, standing up quickly. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, and everyone stared at her in confusion.

“Do you need help? I can walk with you,” Midoriya offered, already half-standing from his seat.

“No!” Uraraka’s voice came out sharper than she intended, and she winced at the way everyone’s expressions shifted from confusion to concern. She quickly backtracked, her voice softer this time. “I mean… no, it’s okay. I just need some air.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away, her footsteps hurried as she left the cafeteria. She could feel their eyes on her as she went, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

As soon as she was out of sight, Uraraka found a quiet corner in an empty hallway and leaned against the wall, her breath coming out in short, shaky gasps. The tears she had been holding back for weeks finally spilled over, and she slid down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest.

She had tried so hard to be strong, to be happy for Midoriya, but it hurt. It hurt so much more than she ever thought it would. And now, sitting alone in the quiet hallway, the truth was impossible to ignore.

She had lost him.

And it was breaking her.

That night, Uraraka was curled up in bed, her room dimly lit by the soft glow of her desk lamp. She had spent most of the evening hiding away, avoiding everyone and everything, too emotionally drained to deal with reality. The weight in her chest had become unbearable, and she didn’t know how much longer she could pretend she was fine.

A soft knock at the door broke through her thoughts. Uraraka’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t want to see anyone right now.

“Uraraka? It’s me, Y/N.”

Uraraka’s stomach twisted at the sound of her voice. Y/N had never done anything wrong. She had been kind and quiet, never flaunting her relationship with Midoriya. But the very thought of her brought back all the pain and jealousy Uraraka had tried so hard to suppress.

There was another knock, and this time, Y/N spoke a little louder. “Can I come in? I just wanted to check on you.”

With a sigh, Uraraka wiped her eyes and slowly stood, opening the door just a crack. Y/N stood there, her expression soft but worried. “I noticed you haven’t been yourself lately. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Uraraka stared at her for a long moment, and something inside her snapped. Her emotions, which had been building up for weeks, boiled over all at once.

“Why are you here?” Uraraka’s voice was low but sharp, her anger barely contained. “To make sure I’m okay? How can I be okay when you’ve taken everything from me?”

Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes widening at the sudden outburst. “Uraraka, I—”

“You got everything,” Uraraka continued, her voice rising with each word. “Everyone admires you. Midoriya admires you. He… he was the one thing I thought I had, and now he’s yours too.”

Y/N’s face softened, and she looked down at the ground. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Uraraka’s anger flared even more at Y/N’s calm response. “How can you just stand there and say that? You’ve taken the person I care about most, and you act like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t even matter.”

Y/N bit her lip, nodding slowly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice gentle. “But I won’t break up with him. I care about him too much.”

Uraraka stared at her, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to scream, to yell, to make Y/N understand the pain she was feeling, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t Y/N’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Y/N nodded again, offering a small, sad smile. “I’m really sorry, Uraraka. I didn’t want things to end up like this.”

With that, she turned and left, leaving Uraraka standing in the doorway, her heart shattered.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Uraraka slumped back onto her bed, her emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. No matter how much she wanted to hate Y/N, she couldn’t.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t about blame or anger. It was about the reality of unrequited feelings and how life moved on, no matter how much it hurt.

At the end, he was the sun, and she was the moon.

And I was just another star in the galaxy watching.

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