Arc 5: Ochaco Uraraka

Tags: no sex, just cutesy stuff, surprising for this path right? Well don't get used to it, shit will hit the fan sooner than expected.

Location: Shopping mall

I was out on the street, waiting happily for Ochaco next to the mall. I already had a few thoughts and ideas on what to do for our date; however, she was running late, and to be honest, it would get dark in a matter of a few hours. I pulled out my phone to see my messages, some left by Midnight, others by Brava, a few pictures from all three Pussycat girls, and a meme from Tiger... Funny, I guess? But nothing from Ochaco; perhaps she chickened out and stood me up. I sighed, thinking that she might be too nervous to come here, ready to leave, but then I noticed her with a hurried step coming closer to where I was. It seems like some of my faith in her was restored.

"Ah, Jack! Sorry, I was helping Tsuyu with some things."

"It's alright; you got me worried, not going to lie. I thought you chickened out."

"S-sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, I promise."

"I know, I know, it's okay, Ochaco. Seriously, I am not upset at you; there's no real reason to be either, okay?"

"So what are we going to do today?" I walked in front of her as she asked me.

"We are going to get you some clothes, eat something, have some fun, and you get an idea of what to do on your date." She went quiet as she was thinking about something, I could tell at least from her silence.

"Something wrong?"

"Hm?! OH NO! It's just... your hair..." I touched my hair and couldn't see it, barely at least, from the corner of my eyes.

"What about it?"

"The—uhm—the roots are a different color."

"Wha-? Oh, right. I thought I told you, my real hair color is not brown, it's blonde; I just dye it brown."

"Why is that? Blonde is a very pretty color."

"Just wait until my tan fades out too... It's taking a while."

"Tan?"

"My skin is as white as yours; I just have a permatan from living on the island so long. I like the sun and heat. I am sure you guys would get a small tan if you were to stay there." She shivered at the idea of that.

"You are practically a rebel then."

"Hm? "Oh, like in those mangas? Yeah, I see that... Hmmmm... Hey Ochaco, want to join me and dye my hair today?"

"What? You are going to dye it brown?"

"Quite the opposite, I will make it blonde. I feel it's more fitting; besides, I will be too busy to start dyeing my hair brown again."

"I—uhm—well, it does sound like a fun activity to do."

"Then by the end of the day let's dye my hair." I suddenly wrapped my arm around her waist and started to walk, but instead of expecting her to go along with it, she stepped forward. She looked at me a bit awkwardly; I made her uncomfortable with my gesture. "Ah, sorry! I did that without thinking, I promise. I am just too used to hanging around my friends that way that my hand just moved by itself."

"It's okay; it was just too weird for me."

"No, no, I get it, especially with the amount of harassment that happens in Japan by a bunch of gross weird otakus and geeks. It must be worrisome, of course; it's fine. How about handholding then?"

"That sounds too romantic, Jack."

"I mean, this is practice for when you date Deku, sooooo..." I extended my hand, opening and closing it, waiting for her to hand me hers.

"M-maybe next time, please?" I was messing up already; she did not only look against the idea but also uncomfortable. It hasn't been longer than a minute, but she was already weirded out. I usually can be charismatic, but my straightforward approach made her awkward. I cannot continue flirting with her this way... Well, that fag of a Deku looks as passive as a wet blanket, and his usual charisma just comes from being a nervous weird guy, but imitating her would not only make me feel grossed out, but rather, it won't work with how I behave.

"Sorry about that; I can't behave sometimes."

"No, it's okay! Let's just hang out! No need to think about that." I decided to head to the clothing store first. Ochaco looked at the price tags, and her eyes went wide. She looked more nervous than anything; she didn't want to buy any of it. To be honest, she was even avoiding touching the clothes, as she didn't want to end up getting them dirty and paying for them.

"Oh wow, this... These clothes are expensive."

"Hmmmm yeah... There is a cheaper store downstairs. Want to head there?"

"Y-yeah..." She looked to the side, staring at one of the mannequins that had a very pretty long red dress; she seemed a bit hypnotized by how good it looked, but then it looked straightforward again once we were out of the store. I stopped where I was and called out to her.

"Hey Ochaco, do you like this dress?"

"Guh!—Well, yeah! But it costs a fortune." I looked at the tag; yeah, pretty expensive for a poor girl... No, it's expensive even for a middle-class person; this is something you would gift at Christmas to your wife after working a few months... Or just a normal piece of clothing for a rich motherfucker.

"Okay, let's try it out! Do you want it red, or is another color fine?"

"Jack, wait, please don't buy this for me! I cannot repay you."

"Hmmmm... Money is not a problem. Ochaco, remember when I said I wanted to open an agency?"

"Y-yeah..."

"I already bought the terrains for it."

"... The terrain?"

"As in the building is currently being built as we speak."

"... Ah! YOU ARE RICH?!"

"Shhhhhhhh."

"Sorry I panicked—you are rich?"

"Yeah, me and Sirli, a friend of mine, are kind of geniuses when it comes to stocks. I have plenty of money." I lied; 90% of my funding was my dad's, but what he didn't know didn't hurt him, but now with Melissa as my piggy slut, I would be able to afford a lot of new things.

"Nghhhh, and you are a self-made rich?"

"There are no self-made rich people; there are lucky rich or nepotism or heritage. I am a bit of both, okay?"

"O-okay." She looked ashamed.

"Ochaco I am still the same person; please don't think of me as some rich guy. I use all my money for my hero work."

"Sorry, sorry... But the dress"

"There is nothing you can repay me in another way, Ochaco.

"Another way? Like, working for you?"

"No. Another another way"

"It's not something weird, right?"

"My god, no. Who do you think I am? Mineta?"

"Sorry... Then what is it?"

"I will let you know after we buy the dress, but it's something you will like a lot."

"... Not weird, you promise?"

"If you don't like the way you repay me, you can back out from the deal and take the dress. I am not a douche, trust me... Please?"

"... Okay... Fine, I will trust you." She went back inside the store with me as we went to buy the dress for her. It was very sparkly, pretty, mature, and a bit showy on the cleavage, and the back was open, but it looked too precious and so elegant as well. I wonder what that type of dress was called. She asked about her size, and they nodded, saying they had it in the store. I waited for the dress and waited until she put it on, and after a good few minutes, she finally came out.

"Not entirely sure if this looks good on me."

"Ochaco. You are precious with or without a dress. May I see it, however?" She went quiet and came out embarrassed from wearing it.

"Please be honest." She was fidgeting a little, fixing her hair and looking away, not being able to face me.

"Ochaco, please, don't behave like that. Be more confident; you are beautiful, I mean it. You look really precious right now... Although... if I am honest," I leaned closer to inspect her dress, trying to not stare at her breasts either. She got more and more nervous the closer I got. "Hmmmm, you are missing... A decoration, I am certain, like a flower perhaps? Something that also makes your whole face stand out more."

"M-my face?"

"Yeah, you are very beautiful, but the dress also looks too good on you, so I want something that also makes your face more outstanding... Maybe a flower? What do you think? One of those cute flower accessories on your ear?"

"Hmmmm, I am not sure you are the expert."

"Well... I will look around if they have something like it; in the meantime, you just wait, okay?"

"Wait! Don't pay for the dress yet. I want to ask... how do you want me to repay it?"

"This again? Siiiiigh... Fine. I want you to ask out Izuku after this."

"NGH! Wait, are you serious?"

"Yup, I wanted to trap you; once I buy the dress, I want you to ask him out and wear it when you are with him."

"That's—that's a lot."

"Or pay me with money."

"Never mind, that's nothing."

"Good, we have come to an understanding. So can I go buy it?"

"... Just ask Izuku on a date?"

"Yup."

"... Okay."

"Cool. Oh, and Ochaco?" She turned to look at me, lost in thought. "You look beautiful; do not ever say you don't, or I might get upset." She simply gave a small nod. It felt off to be called beautiful so many times in a day. I stepped away to go pay for the dress and look for an accessory. She turned to look at the mirror, striking a small pose, showing off her body.

"I am very beautiful." She muttered to herself. Gaining some confidence, smiling back while staring at the mirror.

After a good while and some purchases, we came out of the store. We couldn't find anything pretty for her to wear on her face or hair, so I might have to look around later for that. I did mean the face part; she has such an adorable face. And then we went to the clothes store below. She wanted to buy herself a single outfit, just one of them for her to try out, and I was happy for her modelling for me.

"How's this look?"

"I like the skirt." It was quite the average outfit, to be honest. "I don't think there are clothes unless you actually go for very ugly, tacky clothes that would make me think they don't look good on you, Ochaco. You really have a supermodel's body and a face pretty enough to appear in magazines. You are very beautiful, and you can easily become popular as a hero."

"Thanks, Jack, but—you are complimenting my looks too much. Although this type of clothing is more my style"

"Well, that's because I haven't gotten to know the real you. When you are on a date, you must tell a guy you like things about yourself, things to seal the deal, hobbies, interests, and plans for the future. All those things could make a boy fall harder for you."

"Like what?"

"Well... Marriage and babies are not a good place to start; maybe bring them up in the future 3-4 dates later so they know the end goal. Also, hobbies and work are good. What type of stuff do you like besides heroism?"

"Hmmmm, I like food?"

"We all do. How about this? I see you as a very cheery person who has a bit of a dark past. You are brazen and can be determined from what I saw in hero training too, so tell me more about you, proper things, beyond that. So far from your personality I already like you... A lot you know, quite a lot"

"It's just that there isn't much to say. Hmmmm, I want to help people?"

"Heroism, sure, but let's go deeper into that. Why?"

"Well... I think that beyond just saving people attacked by villains, there are other types of people that suffer in silence: those that get abused, misunderstood, bullied, and harassed and don't get a proper grasp as to why; those that don't have a hero at their homes. I'm not sure if I make myself clear."

"... No, you make yourself clear. As a kid, I never had a mother or father when growing up; I used to spend time hungry. As I grew up, I even went to a juvenile rehabilitation center."

"Hm? Why is that?"

"I used my quirk to **** a person to feed me; I was... too hungry that day."

"... Some people cannot choose the way they live their lives nor the quirks they are born with. I want to show these people that there is still something out there hoping, waiting for them, to make their lives better... Not sure if I am clear with that."

"You are clear, so that's beautiful. But not the best topic for a first date—it's too serious. How about things you like to do in your free time?"

"I... have recently been reading manhwas more often."

"Ooooooo that sounds fun; tell me all about it. I'm not sure what a manhwa is, so you will have to bear with me." She felt a bit silly about sharing her hobby but still explained to me what they were all about. She really liked the romantic stories, but it just sounds like most manhwas were about that? Maybe that was the whole genre? I was very uncultured about the topic, so I had no idea what to think about this, but it was something she greatly liked, and I was up for hearing her talk about it all day long.

We proceeded to have lunch; it was nothing special. I didn't make any moves or anything on her. I wanted to take her to an arcade, but she refused, saying that although it sounds fun, she didn't want me to waste more money on her than necessary. I insisted, but she kept declining. It seems like she is very careful when people spend money on her. She probably dislikes it; she said she lacked money, so she probably feels bad about others paying for her stuff. Makes sense.

"- There is a hairdresser up here; let's go."

"Ah, what? You are going to cut your hair?"

"I am dyeing my hair; did you forget?"

"Ah, sorry! We have been talking about so much stuff that I must have forgotten."

"Stop apologizing; it's okay. Besides, blonde hair is kind of nice. Do you think I would look bad as a blonde?"

"It's just that you would look too much like a delinquent."

"Hmmmmm, I do feel I would be following a stereotype, but my skin will become more clear eventually, so I might as well get used to the idea that I look similar to my dad."

"Do you not like your dad?"

"Pft, no, not at all, gross."

"Sorry."

"Ochaco..."

"Sorry, sorry! I know you said to not apologize, but it just sounds a bit sadder than I was thinking."

"It's fine. Would you like to join me as I dye my hair?"

"Sure. I was thinking about how to ask Izuku out. Jack, do you have any ideas how it would be better to ask him out?"

"I do actually."

"Oh? What ideas do you have?"

"You go and tell him you want to go on a date."

"Real ideas, I mean."

"Pft, okay, okay, hear me out. How about proposing a date without really proposing it? Picture it like this: you are going to an event and you need a plus one. You go and tell Izuku you want him to come with you and that your other friends couldn't make it. You sweeten the deal by telling him what you guys are going to do, and then boom, you have a date without it being a date."

"That sounds very dishonest."

"Sure, but look at it this way: if the person enjoys herself and really seems like there is some chemistry, pop out the question and say if he would like to do it again, like a date this time, and if they say yes, you got a second date, one proper, one where you can smooch all you want, mwah mwah." She felt like I was mocking her, so she looked a bit upset, even pouting. "But I am serious. That way you can test out the waters and see where you guys are."

"... Me and Izuku are always okay; it's just that I am not sure if he likes me the way I do about him."

"Oh please, yes, you do."

"But there is another thing that worries me: if that's even his priority."

"What do you mean?"

"When Toga confessed or when I was crushing on him for the first time, he never looked like he was willing for it. He could maybe like me but not want to date me?"

"... Maybe he was busy with other things in life that time. Is he busy now?"

"I feel that things are not the same since he lost his quirk, and at a bad time too. He probably has so little of it left in himself, so I wonder if it's the same Izuku."

"I mean, he entered the school without a quirk before, right?"

"Yes? No? I mean...sort of, I guess?"

"You guess?"

"He had a very powerful quirk; it's just that he couldn't control it at first, that's all."

"But…"

"But it was still very powerful, enough to defeat a high-tier villain, but that's also Deku's effort; he has put so much work on himself, it's not just the quirk."

"Hmmmmm, it sounds like you are worried he is not himself anymore, right?"

"He is him; it's just that things have changed a lot."

"You are too insecure about this, but after living through a war, I understand. Ochaco, give it your best shot, but I would like to change the payback on the dress."

"Please don't tell me you are charging me."

"No, no, heh, no... I want you instead to promise me you will care about your own happiness over others."

"As in to be selfish?"

"Yes."

"I don't think I can do that."

"Well, you will need to because I find that at this rate you will end up making yourself miserable, and that's not fair, not fair at all for you. Whatever has you being dragged back, whatever is slowing you down, I don't want that anymore. I want your happiness, okay? I want you to date Izuku if it makes you happy, but I would be happier if you do something that you are certain brings a smile to your face."

"Thanks. I will try."

"Good... Should I paint my hair pink, or is that too much?"

"Pink would look really bad on you," I smiled as she laughed a little; it was nice to not be so tense all the time.

"Regardless of everything, today was fun."

"Yeah! Want to do it again, maybe something similar to a date next time?"

"I wouldn't mind doing—" She went quiet and stared at me. "Wait, isn't that the thing you told me to do with Izuku?"

"Darn, and here you were about to accept again. Almost got you"

"Wait, what is that supposed to mean?"

"I will be dyeing my hair, so I cannot concentrate on talking sorry Ochaco."

"Tha-that doesn't make any sense! Jack, you can't say that stuff so lightly and walk away! Jack!" She followed me to the hairdresser as I decided to deflect all her questioning as to why I did that; being young feels good once in a while.

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