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Jan. 30th, 2019 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
idraaxI can't write these two.
Ochako frowned at her meal, poking it absently with her chopsticks. Everyone had been acting strange for the past few months. First Deku, then Sensei and now Iida.
A pang of hurt shot through her and she sighed. She had thought that they were good friends, but Iida had barely been talking to her for the past few days. And she couldn't remember the last time she had a proper conversation with Deku.
She thought back to the conversation a few weeks ago, in the cafeteria. She had managed to talk to him a bit before he had suddenly turned green and bolted out of the room. She hadn't seen him until class after that.
She sighed again, picking up a noodle and letting it slip out of her chopsticks.
"Ochako," a quiet voice said and she looked up. Tsuyu was sitting in front of her, hand outstretched. How long had she been trying to get her attention?
"Sorry," Ochako said, putting her chopsticks down. "I'm just...."
She looked down at her plate again. Her noodles were soggy.
"Worried?" Tsuyu said. "Me too"
She took a bite of her own food before speaking again.
"Mido's acting odd and it's upsetting the balance of the class."
There were two people their class gravitated around, Bakugo and Midoriya. Ochako had noticed that something had been wrong, but Tsuyu had put words to her feelings.
