The morning after, things were...different.
Class 1-A was normal. They had bounced right back into action. But things didn't feel the same to me. I couldn't bounce back to normal as easily as them. How do they do it? How do they just...be happy even after all the curveballs life throws at them?

I chose to ignore them all morning.
I would pretend I didn't hear their words whenever any of them tried to make small talk.
Mostly because there is a residue of annoyance from yesterday's shit show. 

Now, at school, I sat at my desk. I was resting my face in my hand; Bouncing my leg up and down. 

I listened to Aizawa's topic of choice. "I believe I mentioned this yesterday, but for now, Class 1-A of the hero course will be focusing on getting their provisional licenses. A hero's license bears with it the great responsibility of human life. Of course, the exam to receive one is very difficult. Even the provisional license has only a 50% passing rate each year. " 

"Just the provisional license is that hard?" Mineta asks out loud, his voice sounding nervous. 

I gagged at the sound of him. Why did I have to be seated in front of him? I'm just walking ass and tits to this guy. 

"Any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just fucking you...Is full of shit."

I rub my face to shake Monoma's words away. 

Aizawa narrows his eyes at the boy. "That's why today, we will have each of you come up with at least two ultimate moves."

Ultimate moves? 

When Aizawa finished talking, Midnight, Cementoss, and Ectoplasm walked into our class.

Ectoplasm speaks. "Ultimate means that this move will give you a sure win."

"A move so ingrained into your body that others cannot copy it. Battle means seeing how much you can force what you're good at on your opponent." Cementoss added.

"Your moves will represent you. These days, pro heroes without ultimate moves are an endangered species." Midnight said.

"We will tell you more as we go along. We want to proceed logically," Aizawa then ordered us to go change and meet in Gym Gamma.

At Gym Gamma, Aizawa talked to us some more and we were placed in concrete sections that were specifically made for each of us to do our intensive training. Copies of Ectoplasm were waiting on the bases of those areas. For the next ten days, we would be developing our moves. We also had to think about ways to upgrade our hero costumes to help support our quirks better.

Since our camp was cut short, I couldn't finish building endurance. So, I figured that that's where I would start. 

I stood on one of the higher-leveled cliffs. Ectoplasm was up here with me. I am to fight with my power beyond what I'm capable of. Plus ultra or whatever.

•••

"Fuck!" I wheeze.
My body has been tossed to the ground again.

Ectoplasm stands straight. "You've gotten weaker."

"I'm exhausted," I whine, breathing in and out in between words. 

"Again." Ectoplasm orders.

KILL ME!

•••

My endurance has gotten better but not good enough yet. Every time, by the end of the day I would get headaches from how hard I was working and my body would ache. At first, it was so bad I would just go to my room and sleep it off. But yesterday, it wasn't so bad. I would like to think that it's because I'm doing a good job and not because I was slacking off. 

During today's training, everything was going fine. More than fine. I managed to kill one of Ectoplasm's clones. I would like to think that he was proud but I couldn't tell because of his mask. 

Suddenly, one of Bakugo's explosions caused the concrete to break off from the upper levels. Its trajectory was going straight down to All Might's skull.

Before anyone else could react, my hand reached toward the piece. Halting it midair. I ball up my hand, crushing the concrete and letting it crumble to mere dust.
"That was close..." I murmur.

"What was that, Y/n?" Kaminari and Kirishima scream out to me from lower levels. "You just showed some amazing destructive power!"

I haven't talked to them, not seriously for days so it was weird keeping eye contact with them. I just focused on what they were wearing. They both changed their costumes in a particular way. Kirishima now had shirtless sleeves and Kaminari added shooting devices to his wrist.

"Yeah..." I give them a disingenuous smile. Hopefully, they buy it. 

"Y/n!" All Might calls out to me and decides to jog to climb the cliffs.

I see his frail body try to be quick but it just wasn't working out so I fly down to him. 

 "Thank you for saving me. That could have ended badly, huh?" He chuckles once he comes back down and meets me at the ground level. He stands in front of me. One hand behind his head. "Anyway, I see that your reaction speeds have increased. Have you achieved having two ultimate moves yet?"

I swallowed disappointment. "Not yet..." 

All Might's head tilted to the side. His eyebrows closed the gap between them. "That's odd. But I'm sure you'll figure it out. Oh! Also, Bakugo, I'm sorry about that!" He turns around and looks up.

Bakugo was watching us from a cliff above.
He and I held eyes. He looked pissed. At me, nonetheless. And I have done nothing.
Bakugo's eyes narrowed and he created a smoke screen. "Watch yourself, All Might!"

Not long after, Class B entered the gym.

My heart sank at the sight so my eyes closed shut.
I have been trying not to think about him for the past week. Begging the stars to let me forget him.
I often think about how he's probably telling his friends about what a joke I am and how I'm stuck with what he left behind. Memories.

"Hey, did you know?" Monoma speaks out to our class, "The provisional licensing exam has a 50% fail rate? All of you should just fail!"
I made the mistake to look at him. Him and his damn smile.

Kendo made her way to me. "Hey, I heard about your break up. I'm sorry."

Great fucking conversation starter.
I stare at the ground. "Yeah." What did he tell them? That I refused to fuck him and that he was better off? No way he would paint himself as the bad guy. He must have said something completely different.

"You know, he really liked you. In his own weird, sadistic way but he did. To the rest of the class, he's the same as always but I can see how hurt he is."

The fuck.
I face her, I was angry now. "What's your angle here? What are you trying to say?" Is she suggesting that I broke his heart? What kind of lies is he telling?

Kendo tries to diminish the energy she created. "Nothing just that...I'm sorry. I just wanted to say that."

Keeping eye contact with her...it hits me. "You like him..."

Kendo's eyes widen. "You're wrong!" She says, too fast and she noticed. "You're wrong...I—I'm sorry." She can't even look at me. Like she's ashamed or scared. "You're right." She cringes at the words. "I know that must be weird for you..."

I don't know what to think.
Should I warn her? Tell her to run? To go for it? To encourage her?
Who am I to stand in the way?
Maybe it was just a one-time thing with him. Maybe he is better without me.
Maybe I was the problem.
" It's really not my business anymore," I say as expressionless as I could make my face. My heart tingles.

Kendo's face brightens up. I could tell she is relieved. She was probably worried about how I would react.
And she's lucky I don't know how.
"Okay! That's great to hear Y/n, really. Um, I don't know if he feels the same yet since you guys are still recent but I at least don't have to worry about hurting your feelings. This is great. Thank you." She runs back to Vlad and Monoma.

 Training was over.

•••

Back at the dorms, late into the night, all the girls were gathered in the second-floor common area.
The only reason I was sticking around with them is because I was avoiding being alone with my thoughts. 

"What about you Y/n?"

Someone said my name.
"Huh?"
I look at the girls to see who called me. 

"How are your ultimate moves coming along?" Toru asks again. Her voice never faltered from being cheerful.
I wonder if that's how she really feels all the time. I wonder if she ever felt miserable all the time. If she had ever been afraid of her own thoughts and feelings. Of self-destruction. 
I wonder if I'm the only one who feels that way in this class.

"Uh...I don't have them yet." I answer.

"What about you, Ochaco?" Hagakure moves on.

Uraraka was also spaced out. She sipped her juice while looking off to the distance with a melancholic look on her face. When Tsuyu tapped her shoulder she jumped violently and her face flushed.

"You seem tired," Tsuyu commented.

"Oh, no. I'm not tired at all." Uraraka says. "I'm just thinking...Recently, my heart's been feeling all stirred up..."

"It's love!" Mina blurts out, not letting the girl finish.

Uraraka blushed aggressively.

"Who is it?!" Mina pushes the matter. "Is it Iida?! You're always with him, aren't you?"

Uraraka made herself float while telling herself over and over that it is not love that she is feeling.

The girls began to tease her non-stop.

Their voices made me reach my maximum amount of social interaction per day so I stood up. "I'm gonna go to bed now."

"Oh okay. Good night Y/n!" Mina waves goodbye.

I glance up at Uraraka as she floated aimlessly. She was staring at me so it was a natural response for me to stare back.
Her cheeks were even more pink than usual. She must really like this guy if thinking about them is enough to cause such a reaction.
I give Uraraka a small nod.
She blushes even more and waves goodbye.