WARNING: This chapter will be talking about sexuality and coming out. I know that this can be a sore spot for several people, so if you would like to not read this, skip to another chapter. Thank you, and enjoy reading!

Also!!! Italics = Flashback.

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When Uraraka came out to me, I was happy for her.

Uraraka and I sat with the other girls of 1-A, eating our lunches. I munched on my sliced cucumber, looking up at her. Uraraka had a strange look of anxiety on her face; she bit her lip as she poked her strawberries.

"Uraraka?" I say, snapping her out of her thoughts. Her head snapped up at the mentioning of her name.

"Sorry, I was dozing off." She admits, nervously chuckling. I arch an eyebrow; she was usually never this nervous.

"Is something on your mind?" I ask, putting down my fork. She munches on her fruit, almost violently, as she fails to say anything. Her eyes seemed overcast with emotion.

"Can I tell you something?" She quietly says, afraid to meet my eyes. I furrow my eyebrows with confusion, nodding.

"I-I'm bisexual." She says. My mouth forms an 'O' shape. She falters, unsure of what my reaction would be.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!" I chirp, hugging her side. She sighed in relief, shrugging. I hugged her, unaware of the growing blush evident on her face.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that..." She admits, popping a strawberry into her mouth. I pat her shoulder, reassuring her.

But now, a quite odd emotion bubbles in the pit of my stomach every time I had seen her with Midoriya.

Every. Single. Time.

I'd pass by her in the hall, and sometimes see her with Midoriya. The two of them would often be talking enthusiastically, and Uraraka would blush almost every time that I saw them together.

I wasn't sure what the feeling was, but as I waited for her to join me in our walk home the feeling grew with each passing second.

I was so mad at myself. Why couldn't I just be happy for my friend?! I didn't know who to turn to; I felt as though I'd be labelled as a homophobe or a monster if I asked someone for advice.

"Are you okay?" Uraraka poked my shoulder. We walked home together, basking in the golden sunlight.

"O-Oh, yeah. I'm fine." I mutter, tugging on my backpack. She hesitates, before nodding. We arrive at my home in silence. I awkwardly waved goodbye, before closing my door. As soon as the door creaks to a complete stop, I stumble to my sisters room.

I open the door, panting.

"What the hell?" She angrily asks, sitting up. I fall to my knees, tears brimming at my eyes.

"Please help me..." I beg, through tears. My sister freezes, hesitantly nodding with a confused stare. She pats the spot next to her on the bed. I trudge to her, slouching on the bed.

"What's wrong?" She rubs my back, concerned laced within her voice.

I explain my situation, hiccupping to keep tears from coming once more.

"(Y/N)" She says, grimacing.

"What's wrong with me? I just wanna be happy for her..." I sniffled, exhaling.

I look up at her, surprised to see a grin on her face. I cross my arms angrily.

"I don't think you're disgusted. I think you're jealous!" She exclaims. I freeze, trying to process what she meant.

"Jealous of what?" I ask. I couldn't possibly be jealous of their friendship. We're practically best friends, she wouldn't ditch me for him.

"Jealous of Midoriya talking to her. I think you like her!" She squeals, jumping around.

I sat in her bed as she rambled excitedly, dumbfounded. Like... her?

Hours passed, with the three words repeating in my head. I like her. The more I thought about it, the more that it had made sense. Whenever we'd flirt with each-other as a joke, sometimes my heart would beat faster, but I'd ignore it.

I laid in bed, my mind racing. The image of her chocolate brown hair tickling my cheek as she hugged me goodbye some-days made me blush.

I like her.

I shrieked in my bed, covering my screams with a pillow. What now? My heart couldn't keep up with my brain, all it could do was beat fast.

Abruptly, my phone rang. I sat up, reading the text sent to me.

Good night, boo!

My cheeks grew hotter by the second. I left it on read, clenching my heart.