Uraraka's POV

Something isn't right.

I watch as Izuku re-enters the safe base, his usual calm and collected demeanor unshaken by the chaos happening all around us. The war game has gotten out of hand, and we're losing people left and right. Too many people. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero... they're all gone, and the traps keep getting worse.

But more than that, something about Izuku has been gnawing at me. Every time he speaks, his voice is as encouraging and reassuring as ever, but I've noticed something in the way he talks. There's a subtle shift—his suggestions are leading us into situations that, instead of helping, seem to be getting us in deeper trouble...not to mention that he is not planning anything but just reasuing us that the plans... Bakugo plans are great.... this doesn't make sense to me.

I don't want to believe it, but the thought keeps circling in my mind. Izuku's too smart for this. He's always been analytical, a planner. How could his advice lead us so astray unless...?

Later, when everyone else is distracted, I pull Izuku aside, away from the others. There's a knot in my stomach as I try to gather my thoughts. My hands feel a little shaky, and I try to push down the unease that's been building.

We're friends. 

I trust him. 

But still...

Me: Hey, Deku,.... Can we talk for a minute?

He looks at me with that familiar, bright smile, but there's something in his eyes—something guarded. It's subtle, but after all this time, I can see it. He's not as carefree as he's pretending to be.

Izuku: Sure, Uraraka. What's up?

I hesitate, feeling conflicted. I don't want to accuse him of anything—I mean, it's Deku—but I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.

Me: I've noticed something... weird. About all of this.

He tilts his head slightly, his expression curious but calm. 

Izuku: Weird?

Me: Yeah. Every time you make a suggestion or come up with a plan, it feels like things just... go wrong. Like, too wrong. And I can't help but wonder if...

I trail off, afraid to say it. Afraid to accuse him of something so out of character. But I've been watching him. I've seen how he moves, how he's always one step ahead, always so composed. It's like he's never caught off guard, like he knows what's coming.

Izuku frowns, his brow furrowing slightly. 

Izuku: Are you saying you think I'm behind this?

His tone is soft, almost hurt, and immediately, I feel a pang of guilt. This is Deku we're talking about—my friend, the one who always puts others first, always helps without hesitation. How could I even think he'd do something like this?

Me: No, no, it's not that. I just... it's just strange, that's all. I mean, you're always so smart, so strategic. But lately, everything feels off.

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Me: Uraraka, I get it. This whole situation has been chaotic, and yeah, maybe some of my suggestions didn't work out the way I thought they would, but I'm trying my best to help. I promise.

There's sincerity in his voice, and for a second, I want to believe him completely. But something still feels off.

Me: I know you are, Deku, I just... I feel like there's more to this. More to what's happening.

I search his face, hoping for some kind of reaction, some flicker of recognition that he understands where I'm coming from. But all I get is that same calm, reassuring smile.

Izuku: You're overthinking it, Uraraka. It's just a game, and Aizawa-sensei and Vlad-sensei are really good at what they do. We're just unlucky, that's all.

His words make sense. Logically, it could just be a coincidence. The teachers are smart, experienced. They could easily be outplaying us. But... that's not what my gut is telling me.

But I trust him. 

Don't I?

I swallow my doubts and nod slowly. 

Me: Yeah, maybe you're right.

He smiles again, patting my shoulder in that familiar, friendly way, like everything's going to be fine.

Izuku: We just need to stick together and think things through. I'll be careful with my next suggestions, okay? We'll make it through this.

I nod again, but there's still that tightness in my chest. I trust Deku—he's one of my closest friends. But the way he's acting, the way he seems to know too much without saying it outright... something's wrong.

As we walk back to the group, I can't help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He's walking confidently, like nothing is bothering him. But I know him. I've seen him under pressure, seen him crack and stumble when things go wrong.

But here?

 He's too calm.

 Too collected.

What aren't you telling me, Deku?

Later, when we're all gathered again, I can't stop watching him. Every suggestion he makes, every word he says—there's a part of me that's analyzing everything, searching for any hint of deception.

And yet, he's perfect. 

Too perfect.

I want to shake the feeling off, to push away the doubts and just trust him like I always have. But that small, nagging suspicion refuses to leave.

He wouldn't lie to me... would he?

As the rest of the group discusses their next plan, I sit in silence, torn between my loyalty to my friend and the growing unease in my chest. I can't prove anything, but I know something is wrong.

That night, I lay awake, the sounds of the forest creeping into the small camp we've set up. The others are asleep, exhausted from the day's events, but I can't stop thinking about my conversation with Deku.

He denied it. He told me I was overthinking. And yet...

I glance over at him, sleeping peacefully not far from me. My friend. The person who's always been by my side.

But now, more than ever, I'm not sure I can trust him.