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~Uraraka Ochaco.

"Kyoka, are you injured?" I questioned, my gaze fluttering across the dusty room.

Instinctively, my hands reached toward my nose, panting at how dry and scratchy my throat felt. Avoiding the rising dust cloud I stumbled to the wall behind me, slightly dizzy from jumping after floating for... I paused not exactly knowing how long I lost gravity.

But I knew it had to be long enough if I was feeling this lightheaded and nauseous after a few movements.

"I'm alright, but was that a BED?!" She yelled, I clamped my ears at her volume. I soon spotted Jirou on the far side of the room with a toothbrush loosely dangling from her jaw as her bed hair frizzed upwards... like Mina's.

Scanning her physique, I noticed no signs of scratches or injuries from my furniture that crashed into her room. Relief washed over me, as the side effects of my quirk began to creep up. Swallowing the air that was stuck in my throat I managed a weak smile on my face.

"That's good," I mumbled, my voice not any higher than Koda's on a good day.

Her response was a conflicted smile before the door was slammed open, and a pile of bunny-patterned pajamas hunched in the hallway.

It was no other than a paranoid Hagakure.

"OMG- WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" Her shrill voice echoed throughout the halls as she worriedly dashed towards Kyoka, sleeves in the air as she - I assume - began checking for any visible injuries.

Sighing, her attention fell on me, and then on the ruined pieces of furniture not far off from where I was slouching.

"IS THAT A BED?!" I held my head at her volume. Clenching on my nose bridge, I faintly heard my classmates stampeding down the halls, only that they were getting louder the closer they came.

Catching my breath, I looked back at my gossip-loving friend who was possibly looking at the ruined ceiling.

"DID IT FALL FROM THE CEILING?!" She answered her question as Kyoka clamped her hands over what she assumed was her mouth, adjusting a bit as Toru protested at her actions.

"You're being too loud!" Kyoka hissed, her eyes cat-like as she glared to get the memo across. A few seconds passed as she huffed once the invisible teen showed no signs of talking any time soon. However, no silence followed as nearly the entire class, I presumed, stood outside the door, peering at the wreckage inside.

"What happened here?"

"Are we under attack?!"

I winced at that phrase as Iida stepped forward, eyes more sympathetic to what I expected.

"Uraraka-kun, Jirou-kun, Hagakure-kun, as your class rep I would like a detailed explanation of what had just happened to cause such a loud noise so early in the morning!" Iida requested adjusting his glasses, his sleeping hat slowly sliding off his hair.

"Sounded like a bed and drums to me," Shoji exclaimed, as an ear emerged from a spare arm.

With the third mention of my bed, I had prepared myself to explain. Jirou based on her appearance was probably in the private bathroom before she rushed out, so she didn't know much.

Besides, I was the one who caused this. As everyone waited for me to explain what had taken place, I tried to look at what I had caused, my expression soon began to turn bleak as I realized what had just happened.

'Her drumset!!' I gulped. Before I couldn't look at the mess as I was so focused on making sure Kyoka wasn't physically hurt. Yet now I couldn't tear my eyes away from the bent metals and broken bed frames.

'So what if she's not physically injured, I just ruined something Kyoka cares deeply about!' I wheezed, as I looked up, not wanting to see what her expression could be... no wonder she gave that conflicted smile before. I recalled.

"Uh, I-" I stumbled for my words before I heard something combating against the wind, and suddenly I was caught in a tight grip.

Nausea began to fight alongside my ability to breathe as I faced my stern, tired teacher. I felt as if a gong had been struck at that very moment – but it sounded higher in pitch, oh it was a cymbal from Kyoka's drums.

"Sensei, I-" I couldn't finish my sentence as he dismissed everyone besides Jirou, facing the ravenette he told her to walk towards his office.

'I'm in trouble...' I thought as I was dragged out of the music-themed bedroom.

I avoided my classmates' confused yet curious glances as my focus went onto the ravenette who was a few steps in front of me.

'What should I do?'

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I attempted to rotate my shoulder as it began to feel numb from being bound in one spot for so long. Sensei's punishing glare hadn't subsided from the walk to his office and it was becoming increasingly hard to maintain eye contact.

'Should I?' I thought, shifting my gaze to Kyoka-san who stood beside me with a pretty scary poker face. Bad decision. I mentally noted as the clothed weapon tightened against my jaw, forcing my head to look back at my teacher.

It's been exactly like this since I began relaying what caused the incident. Principal Nezu soon entered when I mentioned that my bed crashed into Jirou's room and possibly everything else that was floating. Now he sat on Aizawa Sensei's shoulder with a calculative smile.

'I'm sorry...' I thought, the silence eating away at my guilt, but I couldn't express how sorry I really was due to being constrained by this scarf!

The uncomfortable silence was soon broken as Aizawa sensei held onto his nose bridge with a weak sigh. His eyes fell upon me again as he repeated what I had just explained, his tone slowly increasing in volume.

"You woke up to see everything floating around you, which includes your bed, and instead of doing the rational thing - pushing it to the floor you deactivated it as it is causing it to crash into Jirou's room, damaging her bed and drumset?! With Midoriya losing his memories you've decided to take his mantle?!"

My lips pressed tighter as I tried my best to maintain eye contact. This guilt I felt was like a boulder being pushed into the deepest part of the ocean, I felt cold and as if every breath I took and sorry I made were choking me.

But I knew I had to apologize and express how sorry I really was;

"I'm very sorry Jirou-san, I was careless and forgot to sleep with my mittens on... is there any way I could repay you?" I implored watching as her murky eyes glistened for a bit.

"It's okay Ochaco," she responded, wrapping her hands around her shoulders. I couldn't believe those words. How could she say that? She could've been injured, or worse!

"I know you care about your instruments a lot, how could you say it's okay?" My eyes widened as I realized that I said that part out loud.

'Why did I say that? Why did I do that?!' I berated, my face scratching against the scarf as I looked at my feet. I didn't mean to say that out loud, but everyone had heard, it must've sounded insensitive.

"..."

"There, there Eraserhead, it already seems that Uraraka has realized her wrongdoings, I'm sure you can release her now." Principal Nezu appealed.

The room became silent for a brief moment as if it was processing his words.

"Yes...." The suffocating feeling around my arms was no more as I reflexively rubbed the sore parts.

"The damages have already been made. Uraraka." Sensei began as my attention fell onto him once again, but I couldn't look at him, for I was sure he still wore that harsh expression.

"Even if it was an accident, you still put both your classmate and yourself at risk. Not only that but you've damaged school property as well as a classmate's property."

'...I wonder how much money would be spent.'

I felt disgusted at myself at that thought, I was supposed to be worried about Jirou's safety and the punishment I'd face, but here I was thinking about finances. I recalled that incident where Deku-kun's quirk went out of control, I had put his feelings second instead of first, was I repeating that mistake again?

I couldn't tell, my thoughts felt muddled, and I felt as if gravity was slowly increasing under my feet, crushing the foundations I had once firmly believed in, the prickling sensation that churned my stomach into balls couldn't only be placed on my guilt. I once again suppressed my nausea as I refused to turn this bad day into the absolute worst.

... But I knew Principal Nezu might've been wrong for once, I don't think I've realized my wrongdoings.

Shouldn't the guilt I feel lessen if I truly did?

I felt myself wrapping the scarf that was slipping off my wrist around my hand. Sensei shouldn't have removed his scarf yet, I was still in the wrong. I faced Principal Nezu as he clapped his paws together, preparing to add to Sensei's words.

"Uraraka-san just like what Eraserhead said the damages have already been made, you'll have to face repercussions for your actions. Firstly, you are under a 2-day house arrest, I'm sure you understand why you've gotten that sentence. Secondly, you will also have after-class sessions with Midnight and Eraserhead to control your quirk, concerning school property, your parents would have to compensate for the damages made, however, as this is the first time, I'll allow Cementoss to handle the heavy duty so either buying furniture or delivering money to repurchase the broken items is enough."

"You would also have to pay for any damages made in Jirou-san's room. This one wouldn't be under the school so you'll have to repay her alongside the damages from the school." Nezu explained as my eyes widened at my situation, I faintly registered my hands falling at my sides, tugging the cloth that was still wrapped around my palm.

My mouth dropped towards the floor as my eyes stung, the mere feat of looking at my principal was getting harder to do. Alongside my increasingly blurry vision, my head began to pound as thoughts swirled around in a panic.

'I messed up! I really messed up!'

I looked down at my bedroom slippers, feeling nauseous standing and just being inside this room.

'I'm sorry... Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry...'

My face felt damp, but there weren't any tears falling. I looked back at my forearms that shivered ever-so-slightly, or maybe it was trembling a lot, with my vision being large blobs it was hard to tell. I felt my shoulder tensing as I swallowed a traitorous hiccup. This wasn't the time to cry or show how this affected me.

This was my punishment. I had to handle it like a responsible person- a hero wouldn't cause a fit when they destroy a building during a patrol. They'd own up, so I should as well.

Even though that thought was obvious it couldn't release this horrible tension I felt in myself. It was highly unlikely that even my quirk could have lessened the weight. My head rocked from all these swirling thoughts, my body doubling in intensity as I crumbled to the floor quicker than my mind could progress. It was as if gravity had suddenly multiplied!

"Ochaco!" "Uraraka!!"

I leaned unto the wall, feeling agitated as room temperature began to intensify.

'Were the boys playing with the thermostat?!'

I grumbled, faintly registering someone rushing towards my side. Before they could touch me, I grabbed onto Sensei's scarf and wrapped it against their forearm, jerking the arm away from my face. I shoved them away from me, feeling as if my entire palm kept them still. However, I had underestimated how tall this person was as I felt their calloused hand awkwardly tap my forehead.

'...What just happened??'

"— fever, — yesterday's rain." They spoke, and I scrunched my eyebrows confused about what they were saying before they burst open in alarm as I recognized his deadpan tone. A pink glow sparked from where my hand was supposed to be.

'Great, guess I can add seeing blobs and doubles into how disastrous this day is becoming.' I groaned, feeling the palm that was awkwardly pressing onto my forehead fall limp like a doll.

I winced at the sound of Sensei's arm crashing onto the wooden floor. My face felt warm and damp as I raised my fingers towards my eyes, recognizing the tear marks that slid down my palm.

I raised both of my hands to wipe away the tears from my eyes, cause I must be hallucinating, there was no way I had managed to hold Sensei down.

Didn't he mention fever earlier? Then it must be because of the fever! That small hope diluted into fresh water as the blurriness thankfully faded, allowing me to visually process what had just happened.

Nope, he was right there, mostly unmoving until I noticed the small tremors he gave once in a while. Slowly the nauseousness and lightheadedness I felt were replaced with worry and fear. I did activate my quirk on him, right? I wasn't holding him down anymore, and I touched him with all five fingers, so by logic, he should be floating in the air by now!

I shook my head as my mouth wavered; "Are- are you okay?!" I blurted, stretching my hand to see it still wrapped in Sensei's scarf, and I was clutching it tightly.

I glanced at Kyoka and Principal Nezu in alarm, the former appearing tense based on her shadow, as I could barely see her in my position.

Principal Nezu was right in front of me, peering at my vulnerable state with a glint of... amusement? No, maybe curiosity... yeah curiosity in those beady eyes of his. My mind began to swirl once again, as I groaned, raising my free hand towards my head.

Shutting my eyes I tried to inhale, although it sounded like a strained sob to my ears, and calm my nerves. Fever. This all has to be some type of odd fever shenanigans, maybe the reason why Sensei isn't floating is because he had activated his quirk before.

I sighed, as that reasoning made a lot more sense, but I couldn't bring myself to believe that it was the truth.

"Ugh, Uraraka, I need you to stay calm." I heard Sensei's voice as I opened my eyes to see him struggling to move.

My eyebrows perked at his words as I mentally stopped myself from yelling; 'What do you THINK I'm doing here?!' Those thoughts only fueled my frustration as whatever attempts I made earlier were crushed.

I was not calm.

I was not calm at all, my quirk wasn't working in the way it was supposed to, I ruined Kyoka's personal belongings and had been rude towards her when she exclaimed that it was okay because I was too overridden by guilt to accept that she was okay with it.

The room once again turned into a haze as I fought to blink back the tears. I had a feeling that I was panicking right now but who wouldn't? I had just physically assaulted a teacher!

I wheezed as the scarf began to graze on my palms as if what I was holding right now wasn't a piece of cloth but a pile of carelessly stacked construction bricks. And if I take the wrong step they will topple upon me and sink me further in.

'Seems like all I've been doing is taking the wrong steps.' I huffed as I heard someone else walking towards me, their steps light and weary but this time I didn't lash out, too afraid to repeat what I did to sensei earlier, who was still immobilized on the floor. Not long after that thought, I was brought into an embrace as I broke down and began crying, fully letting go of my tears rather than suffocating them in those choked sobs I was doing earlier.

My arm dangled against my sides as I bawled, too weak to clutch onto the ravenette who was lightly patting my hair.

"I told you I was okay with it, Ochaco." I sniffled in response, feeling drained from all that had happened, I wasn't even sure if I knew how I ended up on the floor in a crying, snotty mess I had a feeling I looked worse than a spoiled kid throwing a tantrum and the imagery didn't give me the slightest bit of rest.

Suddenly I felt a paw on my shoulder, looking up to face a white blob. It only smiled, it was quite unnerving before he spoke, leaving me slightly uneasy.

"It's alright Uraraka-san, when you wake up, things will be stabilized."

"Huh? Wh-wha do you-" I began but was interrupted as I felt a swift chop to my neck. I gasped for air, falling limp on Kyoka's shoulder.

Black spots morphed about the blurry world as I felt something being pried from my palm. It grazed my fingertips and I realized that it was Sensei's scarf. Soon after, the cloth wasn't stopping the blood flow in my palms. I felt as if I was lighter than before.

I heard some things fall in the background but my eyes wouldn't open to see what it could have been. I was slowly buzzing in and out of consciousness - realizing I had forgotten something important, something I should've done properly in the beginning.

'I... I didn't apologize properly...'

Then it all became black.