just some basic ass fluffy stuff,

sorry if it's bad. :)

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Uraraka sighed as she reclined against the wooden bench, rolling her eyes as she tried pulling the thread through the tiny needle.

"Stupid idiots!" She grunted, eyebrows furrowing as the thread just couldn't seem to fit through the incredibly tiny hole. Her hair kept getting in her eyes, making her flinch slightly as the hair brushed against her nose. She swept it out of her way, tucking her hand behind her ear.

Denki and Sero were playing with scissors out of boredom in class earlier (like the toddlers they are). Uraraka tried to stop them from getting someone hurt, when they'd ended up tearing her skirt with the scissors. She was mad.

She has to resort to sewing up the skirt since clearly... her parents couldn't quite afford a new one from the school.

"Stupid skirts, why are they so expensive..." She said teeth clenched as she tried pulling the thread through the hole once more.

As she finaly got the dark green thread through the needle's hole, she sighed. Her hands were slightly shaking as she paused.

How do I... sew?

She crumbled, feeling exhausted. Uraraka took a deep breath, before just mentally giving up and just attempting sewing, even though she was utterly clueless.

Her nose scrunched up in concentration as she put the needle through the torn fabric, becoming surprised when the needle came out through the other side of the tear so quickly. It poked her finger very bluntly, making her wince.

"Ouch!" She saw red seep from her fingertip, making her squirm. She'd always hated blood, especially seeing her own. Uraraka groaned, closing her eyes as she fell over on the bench, resting sideways.

"Excuse me...? Are you okay?" You asked, leaning over the bench from behind.

You'd heard her loud groan from the girls' bathroom, and came over since you were an easily curious person. However what you didn't expect to see was such an adorable looking girl...

Is she new? You were in General studies and had never seen her around for some reason.

Uraraka yelped, shooting straight up at the sound of your concerned voice. She turned around, seeing you stare at you with an intent but friendly expression, eyes closed as you smiled.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay." She said quietly, averting her gaze from your expression to the floor with a shaky breath, You opened your eyes, jaw clenching.

"Liar!" You said cheekily, hopping over the bench to sit beside her. At a closer inspection, you could see drops of blood dripping from her finger onto the concrete, making you narrow your eyes.

Uraraka noticed your change of demanor, and hid her finger, swatting you away gently with her hand as she pouted.

"You're bleeding." You said bluntly, staring at her with an eyebrow lifted. She shook her head, resting her hand on the torn skirt.

"It's nothing, really. You're gonna get yelled at if you don't get back to your class, you know?" She said, encasing her bloodl finger with her palm so that the blood wouldn't spread.

"It's fine! Give me a moment." You said, flashing a little smile before reaching into your backpack and pulling out a pink-bandaid with a bunny on it.

Uraraka's mouth formed the letter O, eyes glimmering with amazement as you opened the package and took one out.

Uraraka thought.

"Give me your finger?" You inquired, tilting your head. She gave you her hand, flinching slightly when you held her hand, wiping the blood off with a napkin.

Your hand felt warm on her palm as you wrapped the bandaid across her finger, before letting go of her hand.

"Better?" You hummed, swinging your legs as you slouched, glancing at her with a tiny blush. Uraraka was silent for a moment, before violently shaking her head happily., the tips of her ears bright red.

"What's that in your lap?" You asked after a moment of flustered silence, looking down at the needle and torn-up skirt.

"I'm just trying to sew up this skirt that I torn. I don't know how to sew though..." Uraraka mumbled the last part, pouting again as she pondered for a moment, reminiscing how the skirt was torn in the first place.

"I can do it for you, if you'd allow me to." You said, twirling your hand between your fingers indolently. She faltered, turning torwards you with a confused glare.

"Why are you helping me like this...? No offense though! I appreciate it a lot..." She rambled, scratching her cheek with a grimace.

"Do you want me to be honest?" You said, tilting your head. She furrowed her eyebrows even more, becoming more bewildred as she nodded slowly.

"You're cute, so...?" Your sentence sounded like a question, as you pondered whether you should've just lied in the first place by the time the words left your mouth. You reddened, trying to stay calm as you grinned a bit.

Uraraka practically malfunctioned, cheeks turning from a normal peachy tone into hues of fiery red.

"T-Thank you!" She said, bowing clumsily as she hid her face from you. You chuckled; cute.

"There." You said after a minute of pure concentration, wiping your forehead with a sigh. Uraraka was amazed by how well done the stitching was. It was barely noticeable.

"Thank you so much..." Uraraka trailed off by the end of her sentence, realizing she didn't know who you were.

"(Y/N)! Class 1-C." You said, flashing a thumbs-up. Uraraka was perplexed; how did you know?

"Mind-reading quirk." You said with a tiny smirk, standing up.

"Wait, so you heard all my...thoughts...?" She asked, remembering her calling (Y/N) cute earlier. You nodded, scratching your head with a small smile.

"Yeah... oopsie? Gotta blast!" You said, before picking up your bag and sprinting. Uraraka cursed at you across the campus, getting a response back from you up until she could no longer see you.

She stood there for a moment by the bench, blinking and staring at the sky.