"Deku?" Ochaco looked over to the green-haired boy next to her.

"Hmm?" he hummed quietly

"Have you ever done something you'll always regret?" Ochaco's face flushed as she thought back to his confession from the beginning of the year, and more importantly how she rejected him.

"Well," he glanced down at the scars adorning his arms, then over at Bakugo, and back at her, letting the slightest tint of red come from behind his freckles, the boy looked to be contemplating something. "No," he replied, strong and confident, "at least nothing of extreme value anyway."

"Mmm," Ochaco thought for a minute, registering his answer.

"Have you?" he asked her, voice wavering slightly.

"Yeah, I definitely screwed up big time..," she looked down and then back up at Deku, her face aflame with a crimson red.

Ochaco didn't know when the feelings returned, or maybe they had always been there? No, they were definitely gone when he confessed, she didn't feel anything but sorry at that point. But the feelings had returned, maybe because of his feelings, it was stupid but she felt hopeful. Maybe he still liked her, what if it wasn't too late? But it was, Ochaco was sure of it.

"What was it?" Deku asked, blissfully unaware.

"I turned someone down, someone I shouldn't have turned down, someone I no longer have a chance with," she sighed quietly glancing over at him, not making eye-contact. Before she looked back up at the sky.

Deku's sat there, trying to make sense of what she had told him. Before he looked over at her, face painted red.

"W-Well, h-how do you know y-you don't have a-a chance with that person anymore..?" Ochaco looked down curiously, maybe he hasn't realized?

"Well," she met his eyes, she laughed quietly, it reminded her of that day, when she had laughed his confession off bitterly. "He had to have gotten over me at this point."

"Mm, well he'd be an idiot to not still like you," he looked away from her again, as he faced the sky.

"Pretty sure you're not an idiot Deku," she murmured, hoping he didn't hear her.

"Oh I'm not, at least, I hope I'm not," Deku's voice sounded confident, but out of the corner of her eye Ochaco could see his face was aglow, a shade of red she was sure she'd only seen on him once. When he confessed to me. She gasped softly.

"Y-You don't mean?" she looked over at him, eyes wide and curious. Deku subtly nodded before looking back down at her. He was biting his lip, face flushed a deep crimson, over all he just looked nervous. But ironically, he radiated confidence, his eyes glowing as green energy sparked off of him, a tell tale sign of quirk usage.

"Oh um, sorry, using my quirk just makes me feel really confident if I'm, uh, ever nervous," he gulped quietly, "but yeah, I do, still, reallyreallyreallylikeyou," he closed his eyes, not wanting to make eye contact. Though from where Ochaco stood, there was no possible way he could get rejected, Deku was still bracing for it.

"Izuku," he opened his eyes, sadness and longing filled them, she realized the last time she had referred to him by his first name she had rejected him. "Izuku, this is kinda hard for me to say, so uh, bare with me okay?" She sighed and looked away from him.

"Izuku, I love you."

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So this is supposed to be like, a sequel to "I Don't", because I didn't like how it ended, what can I say? I'm a complete sucker for Izuocha fluff!

Fun fact, I originally wrote "I Don't" at like two(?) am to work through some stuff happening to me and what was going through my mind. Before being having absolutely no self restraint and started writing a sequel so I could see my babies be happy hahsnd. But yeah, was so tired I only got around half way through before falling asleep.

~Moonlight