In an observatory located in Skywalker Bridge, located in the outskirts of Musutafu, the Hero Uravity, A.K.A, Uraraka Ochako waited patiently for the arrival of a special person.

Uraraka Ochako, for what seems like the fifteenth time in the past hour, inspected her appearance with a small, handheld, mirror.

The makeup was applied conservatively yet prettily on her face, with her blush particularly emphasize. Her hair was comb to its signature style while her eye lashes were curled just right. To finish her make-up, a light, red lipstick was applied on her lips.

Closing the mirror, she looked at her outfit; a semi-transparent pink blouse over a white shirt, with black miniskirt over black stockings.

With her makeup and get up, Ochako knew that she was getting a few looks of interests, sometimes lust, from those passing her by.

Ochako ignored all the looks that she was getting. None of them interests her whatsoever.

There was only one person who would interest her at the moment, and Ochako was unsure whether or not he would indulge her and come to this place, or if he would just ignore her invitation.

After all, she and this person are not exactly standing on the same side of the law. Furthermore, the last time they met, this person hacked a leg off of her with a sword.

Ochako shuddered at that memory. She would rather not recall that particular memory.

Looking at her wristwatch with an anxious expression, Ochako noted that 30 minutes had passed from their designated meeting time.

Normally, Ochako would have left already. She was a Pro Hero and time is a precious commodity that she could not afford to waste.

That said, Ochako stayed from where she stood and merely refocused her attention to the horizon that overlooked the city of Musutafu.

She owed him this much.

She owed him this much and more.

So Ochako waited for that person patiently.

An hour passed from the meeting time, yet Ochako stayed. She reminded herself that in the past, when he arranged a get together between himself and her, she would be late most of the time, especially when she was in the stupidest stage of her life.

Another hour passed, and Ochako busied herself from checking her appearance for the 100 time that hour. The makeup had yet to fade, and Ochako was grateful for that small mercy.

Another hour passed, and Ochako allowed time to pass by playing with her phone. She was not a mobile gamer, far from it, but some brainless fun would not harm anyone.

Another hour passed, and Ochako was whistling a tune of a mindless pop song that she had been hearing for the past few days.

Another hour passed, and Ochako was getting worried that the person that she invited had stood her up. She won't blame him if he did. She could remember times in which she had stood him up in the past. Again, for what seems like a thousandth time in the past year alone, Ochako cursed at how stupid she was in her youth.

Another hour passed, and Ochako was in the verge of tears. She had hoped that deep inside of him, a small part of him, still cared for her. Apparently she was wrong.

Ochako was on the verge of leaving, when someone casually leaned on the railing where she stood.

"I almost forgot how stubbornly moronic you are." A familiar voiced chided her.

With eyes on the verge of tears, Ochako looked at the person who spoke to her.

Familiar fluffy green hair, though fashioned in a military cut, familiar green eyes, though it was colder when compared to their brief days in U.A., and familiar freckles that she still found very attractive. He wore an asymmetrical black, long-sleeved, double-breasted stylized high-collared blazer with slit sleeves along with green thorn sigils adorned with a white crest that lined up on his left shoulder. His suit jacket had white lining atop his green shirt, with white thorn sigils atop a black flap attached to the bottom of the left hem and a sword emblem was stitch on the back over an emblazoned white sigil resembling the curved stems and flower of the deadly nightshade plant. His blazer was half-buttoned, exposing a green shirt with a white line running parallel to his collar under it.

Standing beside her was her first boyfriend, the love of her life, the man who she had hurt severely in their youth, the vigilante known as Reborn of Hamagure, Midoriya Izuku.

The last time they met, a year and three months ago, Ochako did not fully appreciate how handsome Izuku had become. She was busy trying not to get bisected by him. Right now though, Ochako was hungrily drinking in the appearance of her once-best friend and former boyfriend.

"Your late, Deku-kun." Ochako greeted as she rubbed the tears that were on the verge of shedding from her eyes.

The moment Ochako recollected herself, she immediately realize that what she had said was a mistake as a flare of killing intent and malice flooded the observatory. Ochako looked at Izuku, and she flinched as he glared at her, his emerald eyes incase in amber.

"I knew this was a waste of time." Izuku grunted in displeasure as he removed himself from the railing and proceeded to make his way out of the observatory.

Ochako immediately tried to grab a hold of Izuku, only for her to stop mid motion when he felt something cold touching her sides.

Izuku had drawn his Gladius, and its sharp tip was leveled at where her liver was.

"I am leaving." Izuku announced quietly. "Follow me and I'll take more than a leg." Izuku warned as he slowly backed away from Ochako.

Ochako wanted to slap herself. She should not have started with that. She should have known that Izuku would not react well when being referred with that hateful name. Additionally, she had lost any right to call him that name, regardless of the affection in it.

"I'm sorry Izuku-kun." Ochako apologized, desperation and regret in her voice. "Please stay!" Ochako begged, almost crying even, as the space between her and Izuku increased.

Izuku paused momentarily, eyes narrowed at his former girlfriend. There was a bit of tension between them as Ochako contemplated grabbing hold of him while Izuku considered just disappearing.

After a few, tense minutes, Izuku released a sigh and returned to his previous position, leaning three feet from Ochako.

Ochako did not even hide the relief that she felt when Izuku did not left.

"You came." Ochako whispered, a bit surprised that Izuku accepted her invitation.

"You can thank Chrona for me being here." Izuku stated, voice neutral and polite, but Ochako knew that he was not please at all with meeting her. That hurt. "She convinced me to speak with you. If I had my way, the only place we would be meeting is on the battlefield."

A surged of irritation and anger went up Ochako's spine. Ochako hated Chrona.

Nonetheless, Ochako fought back her hatred for the female Vigilante and refocus her attention on Izuku.

Before she could speak, Izuku beat her to it.

"How's the leg?" Izuku asked, voice passive and lacking of emotion. "If I remember correctly, it was a clean cut. It should have been easy to reattach."

A part of Ochako wondered if Izuku was taunting her, but she quickly vanish that thought from her mind. Izuku never taunts anyone, he never trash talks, even when he was fighting as Reborn.

"My leg is fine. It was reattached just fine." Ochako did not add that her right leg aches whenever it was particularly cold. Ochako knew that Izuku will not care about that. "I was out from the field for just 6 months."

In that regard, Ochako knew that Izuku went easy on her.

The rest of her former classmates were not that lucky, especially Bakugou.

Ground Zero is still decommissioned from the field due to Izuku taking his right arm and both of his legs. Cruelly enough, Izuku incinerated Ground Zero's right arm, Bakugou's dominant arm, thus, if and when Ground Zero returns to the field, the explosive Hero would only be a fraction of a Hero that he was or could have been, something that enrage the blonde bomber.

Some of her classmates were just returning to the field, their rehab for their remove limbs just finishing a few months ago.

Izuku, though merciless in that fight, went easy on them. He was not that kind on some heroes that he had fought since he became a Vigilante.

Endeavor was reduce to a third of his strength and capacity after his fight with Izuku three years ago.

"What about you?" Ochako asked, carefully, hoping to not trigger any negative reaction from Izuku. "How have you been?"

"Alive and well." Izuku answered promptly. "I fought Class B two weeks ago. It did not end well for them."

Ochako cringed as she was reminded of Izuku's last sighting and fight.

It involved their sister class trying to apprehend Izuku and three members of Hamagure. Suffice to say, the fight did not end well for Class B, as they themselves were decommission by Izuku.

Ochako could still recall Monoma screaming hysterically as all of his limbs were being reattached.

"I am aware of that." Ochako stated awkwardly. "Still, did you really have to be so brutal?"

Izuku gave Ochako a looked that made the brunette flinch. "They attacked us after we took care of a regiment of Paranormal Liberation Front soldiers. I was not amused that they ignored the group that actually wants Japan to fall in favor of ambushing us. I showed them my displeasure."

Ochako cringed at those words. Those words were a far cry from the passionate Hero nerd that she had fallen for all those years ago.

"Still, that's 20 people that you decommissioned from the field for at least 12 months." Monoma was beaten up so thoroughly that he might need to retire early. "Was it really necessary?" Ochako asked, a hint of disapproval in her voice.

"They attacked my family." Izuku exclaimed strongly. "I had half a mind to kill them in that fight. They should be glad that I merely removed a few limbs."

"Still…"

"You asked me here for a reason." Izuku interrupted Ochako before she could say anything. "If that reason involves the two of us talking casually, you better believe that I'll be walking away within the next ten seconds. I have things to do that involves Shigaraki not having his way."

Hamagure and the Paranormal Liberation Front are at war against each other, more so than what the Hero Commission would like to admit.

Unofficially, the Hero Commission is aware that Hamagure is a better deterrent against the threat of the Paranormal Liberation Front thanks to Chrona and Izuku. Chrona had proven herself to be effective against Nomus, regardless of their abilities and strength. After all, Nomus, at the end of the day, were reanimated corpses with numerous Quirks shoved into them. Chrona has the ability to reset the Nomus back to their pre-mutated state.

Izuku, on the other hand, is a force of nature. With his Quirk and its multiple facets, Izuku effectively became one of the strongest fighters in the country. A one-man army that could fight and defeat hundreds of heroes and villains alike.

Ochako looked at the man that she had foolishly let go in the past before sighing despondently. "I heard rumors that the Hero Association wants to cut a deal with you." Ochako began, hoping that this conversation would not devolved in a fight.

Izuku snorted at those words. "If they want to cut a deal with Hamagure, they should speak to Chrona. She's our leader."

"They don't want Hamagure, they want you." Ochako told him, voice subdued.

Izuku had proven to be Shigaraki's equal in the battle field, sometimes even his superior. Regardless of the Numerous Quirks that Shigaraki possesses, Izuku could easily counter those Quirks with his own. In fact, more times than not, Izuku had beaten Shigaraki whenever they meet in the field.

Chrona had stated that no matter what Shigaraki throws at Izuku, it was useless against someone who wields the might of the Sky itself.

"Too bad then. I am not interested in any offer that they would put on the table if the rest of Hamagure would not be receiving the same offer." Izuku stated strongly.

"Even if that offers involves you becoming a license Pro Hero?" Ochako pressed, hoping that Izuku's dreams of Heroics have not completely died. Since Izuku's identity had become well knows, the Hero Public Safety Commission hoped that they could sway Izuku's allegiance by dangling his childhood dream in front of him.

Ochako has similar hopes.

The cold look that Izuku sent her dashed that hope swiftly.

"That offer, Ochako, is six years too late." Izuku told her, voice even with a hint of distaste. "If this society didn't want me to become a Pro Hero when I was Quirkless, why should I be this society's Hero now that I have a Quirk?" Izuku added with a tired sighed.

Ochako opened her mouth to speak but she was silence when Izuku pulled himself from the railings.

"I'll be honest with you, a courtesy for the feelings that I used to have for you and the affections that we used to share…" Ochako flinched at those words. "…I don't want you as an enemy. Barring Katsuki, I don't want to clash with the rest of our classmates either. We have a common enemy in Shigaraki and in his Paranormal Liberation Front. My people, myself included, would welcome cooperation in fighting Shigaraki. We offer cooperation and we welcome cooperation. Betrayal and backstabbing would be answered in kind. We will help in the operation of Pro Heroes provided that the Hero Association would not interfere in our operations. An equivalent exchange if you will in order to eliminate the psychopath that plunge this country to civil war. "

With his peace said, Izuku started walking away.

He halted mid step when Ochako's hand gripped his sleeves firmly.

"I know that I have no right to say this, but I am sorry." Ochako whispered, tears in her eyes, voice quivering.

Izuku looked at his former girlfriend with a look that was not cold or apathetic. The look was better describe as tiredness. "If you are apologizing about how our relationship ended. Please don't. I got over it and I already forgave you. If you are apologizing for not making an attempt to prevent my expulsion from U.A. and for that debacle being put on my shoulders Don't. U.A was already trying to find a way to kick me out anyways." Izuku gently removed Ochako's hands from his sleeve. "Move on from the past, Ochako. I already have." Izuku told her softly before walking away, a black portal appearing in front of him.

Ochako wanted to chase after Izuku, but the portal closed before she could speak his name.

The moment Izuku disappeared, tears started to fall from Ochako's eyes.

(Scene Change)

Arriving at the current Headquarters of Hamagure, Izuku was greeted by the smiling face of his lover.

"How's the meeting with Uravity?" Eri asked with a kind tone of voice.

Izuku could sigh before approaching the white haired girl. Gingerly pressing his lips upon hers, Izuku answered.

"It was hard."


A follow up for one of my most successful one-shot. I am considering making this one shot a full blown story, but don't hold your breath. I am currently jobless and finding a job is my priority over everything else right now.