Uraraka Ochako

He tries to catch her after class, clumsy as ever. She hears his rushed footsteps before he even opens his mouth. "Uraraka! I—" She turns slowly, arms folded, a cold smile playing at her lips. "You're still calling me that?" she says, voice light and venom-laced. "How formal. Cute." He flinches a little. Good. "I was just thinking… maybe we could hang out this weekend? There's this new—" She laughs — quick, sharp, joyless. "Oh my god, now you're interested? What happened, Deku? Finally realize I'm not going to wait around forever while you drool over quirks and cry about the next villain?" He looks stunned. Like he thought this would go differently. Like he thought he mattered. "You're late. So, so late. And it's kind of pathetic, honestly." She steps closer, just enough to twist the knife. "You had years. I gave you everything short of a flashing neon sign — and you still missed it. That's not shy. That's stupid." She tilts her head, mock sympathy in her voice. "But hey. Congrats on finally noticing I exist… right after someone else made me feel like I do." With that, she spins on her heel and walks away — head high, hair bouncing, hips swaying deliberately. Every step says: "I've moved on, and you'll never catch up." She spots You near the exit, waiting like always — calm, solid, hers.