#wishmcker ; uraraka

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⟬ @wishmcker ⟭

"I don't know if it's because I'm really tired, but you look really pretty in this light, Kirishima-kun." / have a delirious ochako. ♡

Agreeing to stay up as late as possible simply to prove who was ' tougher ' might not have been the best idea he'd had, but it did mean that he had time to spend with her — the bright, the bubbly and always sweet Ochako.

Even now, when both of their eyelids were heavy and begging to be closed, she was as kind-hearted as could be. Her words were like honey, leaving his tongue numb and his heart feeling strangely warm. This feeling wasn't new, but he realized now that part of it made him want to hear her say it again.

"You think I'm pretty?" That wasn't a word he'd think to describe himself. He wouldn't have even gone so far as calling himself ' handsome, ' but she wasn't a liar. She wasn't nice just to soothe egos, so he found it difficult to rebuff her compliment even if he wasn't confident in it himself.

Cheeks flaring hot, Eijiro folded his arms and buried the lower half of his face into them. "Thanks, but. . ."

He seemed confident for a moment, but it was yanked out from under him when the words reached his lips. Hesitating like this was unusual for him. Complimenting people was almost a hobby of his, yet he felt the slightest pinch of worry when he thought about telling her how pretty she was — in all light, when she smiled, when she concentrated during training, and when she looked on the verge of sleep.

How was he meant to say all that without sounding weird?

"You're pretty too, y'know. All the time." His chin lifted, was propped on his arms so he could flash her his usual grin. It wasn't totally forced, but he hoped it would mask his jittery nerves. "I never get tired of seeing you smile."

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Hearing her say it sent his head and heart into a tizzy. Eijiro liked having friends, but he adored that she so freely admitted that they were. Although, given the buzz-like rush of emotion, it could have easily helped that she smiled so radiantly. She was the textbook definition of cute, without a doubt.

"Hey, it was nothin'! I'd do it again, and I'd help you with anything else you need! All you gotta do is ask!" It was worth it to see her confidence returned and that wrinkle of worry smoothed away. She was gorgeous when happy, and it made him equally as happy to know he was part of the reason why.

The offer was tempting, but. . .

"I won't, I promise! I kind of want to find them on my desk too." His cheeks darkened, and his voice lowered to a bashful mumble. "I got chocolate once or twice when I was in middle school, but I never knew who sent them. I think I like knowing you're the one that left it. And now that I know you made chocolate for us, I've got something to be super excited about! I won't eat 'em all at once, either!"

She finishes sliding the last pieces into place, now beginning to count to make sure that everyone has an even amount of chocolate. Ochako wears a soft smile now, the assurance she had received from Kirishima really helping to boost her confidence and bring forth the dusty rose of her cheeks that she gets when she's excited.

❝ Of course! You're my friend, after all, ❞ she confirms, glancing up at him and directing her gaze at him properly. It's joyous and excitable. ❝ I wouldn't leave you out. Besides, you've really helped me this morning by just tasting them. ❞

She blinks at the sounds he makes, as though he can't keep himself from the sweets that she is now ready to package. She looks between them and her classmate.

❝ I was going to leave them on everyone's desks before homeroom, but I can give you yours now if you want. But you have to promise to not ask other people for any more. Or eat them all too quickly, ❞ she adds. ❝ You're going to have a sore stomach if you do that. ❞

Ochako turns back to the counter and scoops each separated number of chocolates onto little squares of cellophane, folding each at the top and twisting before securing with a little, pink string. ❝ It's up to you, ❞ she says, looking up at him and her smile returns. ❝ I'll make sure it's packaged. ❞

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@wishmcker ♡'d for a starter !

A rare day of no patrol. A rare day for him to sleep in – & sleep in he did. Not rising until well after the sun was in the sky, birds chirping and people running their errands or attending to their jobs. Though the sleep was much needed, it did seem to put him behind on his daily tasks. A rare day off was to be enjoyed; indulging in things that he normally wouldn’t have– like sleep. 

He’s out & about now, in casual clothes instead of his hero uniform. A baseball cap squished down that unruly purple hair of his; the weather called for a light jacket and the leather is familiar and comfortable to his anxiety around all these bustling bodies at the street markets. He’s in search of a few fresh ingredients for dinner tonight, hand curling around a little index card with hastily scrawled things he needed for the dish. Rosemary, potatoes, tomatoes, and a few other additions. 

He pauses, head tipping at the sound of a curiously familiar voice in the background din of normal conversation. It was light, happy– indigo eyes narrow, scanning the crowd before he pays the merchant for his produce, hiking the brown bag against his hip before moving towards the voice. 

“Uraraka…?”

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katsuki wants to roll his eyes, not at her but at the mention of kaminari again. he understood her concern and knew her to be the caring type, but really, kaminari was just trying to get out of his chores. he felt bad that he had to bother uraraka for help, but he honestly wouldn't trust any of the other extras in his class (aside from sato, of course) in the kitchen. he wasn't sure how great she was, but he respected her judgement.

❝ don't worry about him, trust me. he's faking it. anyway, ❞ he says, waving a dismissive hand as he stalks off to the kitchen. he gathers the ingredients, placing them on the counter, before turning to her. ❝ i want to make curry rice with chicken katsu. i'll work on the chicken, and you can cut the vegetables. it's simple, but we need to make a bunch since there's 20 of us. ❞

katsuki immediately sets to work on preparing and breading the chicken, but the situation still doesn't sit well with him. he mulls it over in his thoughts, and huffs out an irritated sigh. ❝ since you're doing me a favor, i can help you too. not because i wanna be nice or anything, but i don't wanna owe anyone shit. need help with studying or your chores? ❞

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wishmcker​:

❝ I do! ❞ Ochako says, digging through the little basket she had brought down from her room and holding up the bottle. ❝ Here, Shinsō-kun, lay one of your hands on the napkin and I can start for you! Is this colour okay? ❞

            He shifts before sitting down onto his knees , and offers his hand to her on the napkin , giving a small grunt as he did . 

“ You’re awake pretty late , Uraraka-chan . . . everything okay ? Normally girls gossip when doing beauty things , right ? So gossip with me .  ”

“ . . . do you have dark purple polish ? ”

He shifts as he crouches down to where she’s currently holding a bunch of nail polish , quietly rubbing his hands together as he did.

“ If not , black . ”

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⟬ @wishmcker ⟭

“How did you mean it when you said… Wh-When you said you liked me? Was it in a, “You’re a good friend!” way? O-Or like, “I want us to be together,” kind of way? / ochako to eijirō 👀

To him, it had felt painfully obvious what he meant when he said those words. How he managed to speak over the heart-in-throat feeling was still a mystery to him, but he had said it, and he had felt immense relief knowing the feeling was out there for her to grab — only it seemed it hadn't been as plain as he assumed.

There was still room for her to wonder, and already he felt as if he had done her a horrible disservice.

"You are a good friend, but. . ." He bit down on the inside of his lower lip before he decided then and there that confessing needed to be treated ( to some small extent ) like a fight. Confidence, bravery and honesty: he needed to embody all three, harden the heck up and just do it!

"I don't know if you feel the same way, but I kind'a — no, I really wanna be your boyfriend! I wanna hold your hand and send you a bunch'a good night and good morning texts, and I wanna share my lunch with you. Oh, and I wanna sit next to you more whenever we watch movies in the dorm! I promise I'll let you be the one to hold the popcorn bowl if we do."

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Ochako watches perhaps too intently as Kirishima trains his quirk further, his uniform allowing muscles to spasm and sharp edges to flex and her cheeks redden in surprise when she’s CAUGHT. “O-oh, hi!” 🫣 / ochako!

He felt her eyes on him, the attention she gave him tracing up his spine and to the base of his neck where it left the most pleasant burning sensation. Rather than bask in it and wonder if it was more than curious observation, he turned and shot her a thousand-watt smile.

"Oh, hey! I'm glad you're here." Genuinely, he was. He had a favor to ask her, but he would have been thrilled to see her even if he had nothing to ask her. "Can you do something for me?"

He turned his back to her, the taunt muscles there growing tighter still as he flexed. "I can't see my own back, so can you tell me if I looked like my hardening is kicking in?"

With a sound like crackling earth, his skin became rigged and stiff. The defined lines of his back grew more prominent, and underneath his muscles continued to shift and twitch. "How does it look?"

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⟬ meme / @wishmcker ⟭

↕ + ochako and eijirō!

"Hey, y'know — when you look up at me, it's really easy to see how pretty your eyes are! Never really noticed 'til now, but. . . I like 'em! Is that weird?"

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @wishmcker ⟭

Valentine’s App

* your name: Ochako

* your age: 16

* your perfect date: Going for a hike and then setting up a blanket on a hill away from the city to stargaze while we eat a picnic we packed earlier. Mochi included!

* make out in private or public?: 🤯

* do you like to cuddle?: Yes, I really like to!

* tell me something about you: I nearly floated myself away as a child once. My quirk first activated at a construction site I’d attended with my dad. I didn’t know how to deactivate it. It took a lot of patience and crying! But I got there!

* why do you want to be my valentine?: Because Kirishima-kun is a wonderful friend and person in general!

"That sounds like a great idea! It's been a while since I've went hiking with someone, and knowin' there'll be a picnic at the end makes it even better! We'll be twice as motivated!" Because nothing encouraged a pair of hard-working teenagers quite like the promise of food.

As soon as he read through her story about her quirk, however, he momentarily forgot about the idea of a date and gawked openly at her. He had witnessed her floating several times since their class formed, but it was stomach-churning to imagine a smaller, far more frightened version of her tumbling around in the air.

"I thought my quirk story was bad. Pokin' myself in the eye ain't half as bad as suddenly flyin' up into the air and not knowin' how to get down." His unease didn't last long, shark-like smile returning in a flash. "It's a good thing you've gotten loads better! I'd really hate to see you float away forever."

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"If that's the kind'a hero you're aimin' to be, you'll get there in no time!" With one arm firmly wrapped around her leg, the redhead hero-in-training could easily loosen the other and punch at the air without her so much as slouching in the other direction.

From the corner of his eye, he watched her flex, the sight of her slender but still strong arm encouraging another shark-like grin.

"Yeah! YEAH!!" Someone was getting a little too excited, but no one could claim he didn't put his whole heart into the notion of being a proper hero. "Me too! We'll all be some'a the greatest heroes the world's ever seen, and we'll do loads of good!"

His marching became snappier, his voice louder and more enthusiastic — until they arrived just shy of the academy gates. There he stopped, shoulders drooping and knees bending just enough to allow her off of his back.

"This is far as you wanted me to carry you, right?"

Ochako allows her chin to rest against his head, a silent way of showing support to her friend. She understands his feelings on these sort of matters - seeing how quickly their classmates are able to hone their quirks and new abilities leaves the brunette feeling like she's falling behind. But staring at their backs, especially Deku's, Bakugō's and Todoroki's, reminded her of what she wanted to achieve.

She knows that Kirishima's future is just as bright as theirs.

Her own cheeks begin to warm at the observation the boy makes, and she can't help wonder. She transfers one of the grocery bags to one hand, lifts her head from where it was resting and places a finger beneath as she begins to speak her thoughts aloud. ❝ You think so? I want to be the kind of hero that makes people happy. So that's really nice to hear! ❞

❝ Then you're like a shield! A super manly one! ❞ Ochako jokingly flexes her free arm. ❝ We've all been training really hard. I'm really proud of how far we've all come. ❞

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⟬ meme / @wishmcker ⟭

💬 uraraka to eijirō! 👀

"Oh, man! I was watching her train earlier, and — wow!"

"I know everyone's training is rough, but hers is something else! I mean, all I've gotta do is learn to harden up. It's difficult, but I can do it without feelin' sick or hurtin' myself — usually. She's gotta do way more than that, and it's so fun watchin' her figure it all out.

'Cause if ya don't pay attention, ya miss it.

She gets this look in her eyes, and every time I see it, I like her more and more. She's determined, and I know she's not gonna give up on gettin' stronger, even when we're pros!

She's cute all sorts of ways, y'know? When she's sleepy, when she's gettin' all dressed up to hang out with her friends, and when she's just havin' a relaxin' day. But out of all the looks she's got, I think ' successful Ochako ' is the prettiest! I know that when we start training, I'm gonna see that fire in her eyes, and it'll make me fall for her all over again!"

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⟬ @wishmcker ⟭

throws uraraka at kirishima ♡ / also hope you've been well!

"Hold on! Hold on! I got ya!" He didn't expect to find her arcing through the air, but the moment he saw black and pink streaking overhead, Eijiro made a break for it. Like an American football player, he stumbled backwards, arms in the air and eyes on her.

He anticipated that their combined landing would hurt, but he had a rather fortunate quirk on his side. As soon as Ochako slammed into his chest, he hardened every inch of his skin. His jagged back hit the ground, weight and momentum dragging deep gouges into the ground as he slid back one, two, three feet.

Dust pillowed up around them, and he thought he heard their fellow classmates shouting, but all of his attention moved to the brunette curled up in his arms. Now that she was safe, he loosened his quirk but not his hold around her.

"This is the part where I ask if you feel for me, right? I saw that in a movie once." He flashed her a sharp-toothed grin and nuzzled his nose against her soft cheek. "Did I get ya in time? I hope you weren't too hurt. Here, lemme help ya stand up."

He hugged her closer to his chest with one arm, used the other to push himself up, then set her down onto her own two feet. "There! You feelin' alright? Not sure how you got tossed like that, but I'm glad I was here to catch you."

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⟬ @wishmcker​ / s.c ⟭

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you and the groceries?” He didn’t want to assume her incapable, but she looked beyond exhausted. “You trained pretty hard earlier, didn’t you? You look like you’re made of jelly, the way your legs keep wobbling.”

He slowed to a stop, little brows pinching together. “You want on my back?”

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For Eijiro, there was no other way to greet her. Both knew well now that being a hero meant putting one's life on the line for the sake of others. They would try their hardest to keep themselves alive, but there was never a promise that either of them would come out of future disasters fully intact.

For that reason, he knew he needed to cherish and celebrate her as often as possible. For some of the classmates that witnessed their displays of affection, it was nauseating. Others thought it precious that they cared so openly. Either way, he was happy that she adorably wedged herself into that spot against his chest.

"Why don't we both put them away?" He was sure the responsibility laid on someone else's shoulders, but he didn't mind swapping if it meant spending more time with her. "With the two of us, we'll definitely get it done in no time!"

As soon as Ochako had stepped through the doors of Heights Alliance, her eyes had immediately sought out her favourite shade of red. She sees it poking above the the heads of her other classmates and her hands do not hesitate to drop everything she had been holding to weave through.

❝ I'm back! ❞ she chimes in excitedly, circling her arms tightly around Kirishima. She giggles at how easily they entangle themselves in with each other, like two missing puzzle pieces. Her new favourite place was against the warmth of his chest, and she continues the hold for as long as he allows her to. Even as he pulls away to greet her properly with a kiss on the head, she remains clung to him, chin against his chest to look up at him with a pert smile.

❝ A little bit. It's more than the last time, ❞ she notes, tilting her head to the side in thought. Her eyes remain on him, happiness radiating off Ochako. But then she remembers what she was supposed to be doing and she pouts. ❝ ...I should probably let go to put them away, shouldn't I? But I don't want to. ❞

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⟬ @wishmcker / cont. ⟭

"Don't worry, I won't carry you any further than you want me to! We'll just give your legs a second to relax before you walk on your own again." The crinkling of bags almost eased a laugh from the redhead, but all it took to keep it contained was a harmless bite to his lower lip.

Unfortunately, the way she staggered in his direction broke his resolve. While he was known as the sturdy hero physically, he still needed to work on hardening his sense of humor. From this sharp-toothed grin came a mess of boyish giggles that were unsuccessfully hidden behind a cough. "Sorry, sorry. I wasn't laughing at you, I swear."

"Annnnd, hup——!" Eijiro crouched down and let her fall forward onto his back, arms hooked behind her knees. With a faint grunt, he stood straight and bumped her a little higher up. "There we go! We'll get back in no time thanks to you. Seriously, your quirk is so cool."

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The urge to touch wasn't hers alone.

His hands ached, but he didn't know what to do. His first thought was to reach for her hand because that was the cute thing to do. Interlaced fingers, thumb brushing against knuckles, palms warm. It sounded perfect, but he found himself feeling cowardice all over again. It was a different kind of fear, far flung from the frozen panic that came whenever he faced a difficult opponent.

This was, he realized with a start, the fear of rejection.

He fretted over the idea of her liking him less than he liked her, except she was making it difficult to worry. She touched his arm, just a single poke. It was so quick and so simple, but he hoped it was permission to return the gesture.

"Okay, okay! No buts." He folded his arms atop the table and arched forward, giving her arm a similar poke. Another was given closer to the middle of her forearm, but this time he didn't let his finger up. He dragged it, slow and soft down to the inside of her wrist. It was thoughtless motion that lead to her palm, where he aimlessly traced shapes and squiggles.

"You kind'a make that easier to believe, y'know? Like, every time you say it, I think it might be the truth. I like that you can do that." He watched his fingertip flow along her palm, not realizing that he had begun to write her name. "I like you. I mean, I like all of my friends, but I like you a lot. Is that weird?"

Truly, she doesn't know what it has been about Kirishima lately, but he has made her feel as free and weightless as she does when voids herself of her own gravity. His energy is magnetic and he easily pulls her in, and she doesn't mind at all. She is aware her feelings towards him are changing, no longer simply friendship and admiration for her classmate.

Ochako's heart feels as though it is fluttering against her chest as he continues to affirm positive things about her, and she wants to curl against the warmth he radiates. He reminds her of the comfort of home, a warm campfire, or the excitement that she draws in whenever she sees a cluster of stars amongst the city skyline. He makes her happy, like in the ways they describe in those shōjo mangas she sometimes borrows from Mina. Her cheeks are beginning to feel sore from how big her grin has become, but she finds herself uncaring, only focusing on Kirishima.

The sudden urge to touch him begins to overwhelm her. ❝ No buts, ❞ Ochako lightly protests, taking the opportunity to poke him in the arm. He really is strong. She wants to giggle and throw herself back excitedly but she holds herself, a combination of tiredness and not wanting to ruin the moment she is sharing with him. It feels perfect, just them together. Peace envelops them like a blanket and she thinks, What could be better than this?

Her smile slows at the question he offers her, blinking as though seeing him properly for the first time. Skin smooth and hair close to his shoulders in ways that looks like it would be soft to the touch, bright eyes intent and gentle but not free of the fire she knows he has, the sky above his eye a reminder of who he has become and grown into.

❝ You already make me smile, ❞ she replies, leaving herself vulnerable. It feels more intimate than it should. ❝ You don't need to do anything. I think you're amazing the way you are. ❞