As they disappeared into the horizon, the whispers grew louder. The vigilantes had been spotted, and the city was buzzing with excitement. But for Deku and Uraraka, there was only one voice that truly mattered: the voice of the mother who had accepted them, flaws and all, and encouraged them to keep fighting.

Their hearts were full as they swung into action, ready to face whatever the city had in store. With each passing day, they grew more in sync, their movements a dance of power and grace. The bond between them was unshakeable, a testament to the love and support of the woman who had raised a hero.

And as the nights grew darker, their lights grew brighter, a beacon of hope in the otherwise grim world. They were vigilantes, fighting for a cause that was greater than themselves, and nothing—not the law, not their fears, not even the rejection of those closest to them—could ever extinguish that flame.

One evening, after a particularly successful night of crime-fighting, Deku turned to Uraraka, his eyes filled with a quiet determination. "Ochaco," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know we're heroes first, but I can't help but wonder... will you be more than just a partner to me?"Uraraka looked at him, her heart racing. 

She had felt the same way for so long, the tension between them a palpable force that had only grown stronger with each passing day. Without another word, she nodded, her eyes shining with a love that transcended the shadows that surrounded them.

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